Reunited

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. If I did, Anya would never have died and Kennedy never would have existed.


Xander sat alone in his room. Every photograph, every momento, every physical object that was a reminder of Anya had been destroyed with the rest of town. So he sat on the edge of his bed, head bowed, and pictured her in his mind’s eye.

He jumped when Kennedy barged in, startling him out of his imaginings. “Ever heard of knocking?” he asked. “It’s this thing people do when they’re trying not to be rude.”

She ignored his comment and sat down beside him. “You don’t know how much Willow loves you. You don’t appreciate how good a friend she is.”

“I do appreciate her. I was appreciating her when you didn’t know she existed. Now would you please leave me alone with my thoughts?”

“Fine, but you’ll miss the big surprise Willow has for you.”

He jerked his face around toward her. “Did she--is she--did it work?”

She bounced to her feet and paced before him. “Are you asking if Willow was able to bring back Anya? Well, since she’s here, I’d have to say she did.” She walked to the door and sent Anya inside.

Willow gave Kennedy a severe look. “She was so quiet all the way here. Maybe in shock. I hope I’ve done the right thing. Last time I fiddled with life....”

“It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“I hope so. Let’t out out of here for awhile; give them some privacy.”

“I don’t believe it.” he murmured.

“Are you glad I’m here?”

“It was my idea. I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted but I’d rather you be alive and hate me than dead and nothing me.”

“I don’t hate you. I hate what I had to do to get to you.”

His brow knitted with worry. “What did you have to do?”

“I was put to three challenges. First, I was waiting. I was standing in my wedding dress, waiting so long, all alone.”

He stepped toward her. “I’m so sorry. You know I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t know that.” She took a deep breath. “Then I watched myself grow old, older than is humanly possible. My skin withered and my hair and teeth fell out. I saw my body decompose.” Her voice was shaking.

He took another step toward her, reached out a hand, but was unsure what to do. After a few awkward movements, he put his hand around hers. “Then what?”

“You don’t want to know...there were thousands and thousands of bunnies.”

“Were you scared?”

“I peed a little.”

Xander suppressed his smile. He pulled Anya to him and buried his face in her hair. “I don’t ever want to lose you again.” He fell quiet, searching for the right words to say. “I know it’s not very romantic, but we can be in Vegas in a few hours...” He felt dumb. It was like putting a band-aid on a gunshot wound. He wanted so badly for the regret and the pain to go away. He just wanted her again, to be able to tell her he loved her and hold her. He hated that he was unable to articulate how he felt.

“Just showing up would be romantic compared to last time.”

He pulled back some, so he could look in her eyes. “I know, it’s not enough, but I want to be with you.”

“I’m right here. And I’m alive now, so there’s a lot of time to worry about the marriage talk that makes you scared and ruins what we have. I want to be with you too. Right now, that‘s all I care about.”

Xr smr smirked at her. “Are you sure you just don’t want to get stuck with a one-eyed freak?”

“Oh, I dated an actual cyclops once. But he didn’t have the sexy pirate eye patch.”

He beamed at her, speechless. Long moments passed as they looked at one another, their hearts swelling, until Anya broke the silence. She stared at him with dark, serious eyes. “We should be having make-up sex by now.”

“What, are you sure?”

She leaned into him. Her lips, red as rubies, softly parted. She kissed him gently at first, tender, lingering kisses. He placed his strong hands lightly on her hips and she moved her slender hands lightly up his arms and grasped his flexed biceps, built strongm wom work. Then the kisses turned more passionate, more frantic. He slipped his arms around her waist and squeezed her with an intense desperation, an almost panicked desire to confirm her presence, to establish that she was real.

His hands felt their way under the hem of her shirt and caressed the soft skin at the small of her back. He traced his fingers up her spine, pulling the shirt along, then up over her head. She leaned her head back as he kissed her throat. He held her cheek in his hand and slid his tongue up and down her neck. She pulled his shirt over his head, tossed it aside, then took his head in her hands. She kissed him deeply, her tongue pressing his. Then she put her palms on his warm chest and pushed him down to sit on the bed.

Anya climbed behind him and began rubbing his shoulders. Xander sighed as she massaged her way down his back. She ran her fingers around to his stomach, then began to undo his jeans. She slipped her hand into his pants and took his dick in her hand, reveling at how smooth and soft the skin was.

Frustrated, he stood up and quickly wiggled out of his jeans and underwear. He lunged over her, kissing her lips, down her chin and throat, sucking at her collarbone. He reached under her and fumbled with her bra clasps, then, freeing her beautiful breasts, threw the vanquished bra across the room. He tongued her nipples and she moaned softly. With regret and anticipation, he moved on from her erect nipples, kissing his way down her stomach.

He unzipped her pants and slid them down her legs, then nuzzled her through her damp panties. Then he removed them and tasted her. He pushed his tongue into her, sucked on her, lapped at her clit, Anya squirming with pleasure.

Xander crawled up the bed and pressed his dick, hot and pulsating, against her stomach. Then he pushed into her. She gasped, momentarily blinded with pleasure. She grabbed his buttocks and purred in his ear while he pumped into her. Then he slid her ankles up over his shoulders and she became breathless with the intensity. He leaned into her, bending her and she trembled as he plunged deep inside her.

He let down her legs and sat back from her. Then he turned her over and she braced on her hands and knees as he rocked in and out of her, his swinging balls slapping against her clit and making her knees shake. Her ass jiggled each time he slammed into her. He was gasping and moaning; she was screaming. He loved how free and loud she was.

Anya’s head smacked against the headboard. She mumbled a few unintelligible curses and rubbed her temple.

“I am so sorry.” he whispered as he softly kissed her head. “Are you okay?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” She pushed his shoulders back to the bed and straddled him.

She slid herself, hot and wet, along his shaft, slipped onto the head, then pulled away. He gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh. Then she sank onto him, pushing until it stung. She took up a rhythm, maddeningly slow, until neither could stand it. Passion mounted until it hurt.

Then it was no longer rhythmic; it was hard, fast, erratic, grinding, needy. They gasped at air that felt too thin to fuel their heaving lungs. They couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only strain, agonized and ecstatic. Then sweet release. They shuddered together.

They collapsed into one another’s arms, breathing heavily and lay there, each feeling the other’s sweaty skin pressed against them, each smelling the other’s scent. In this moment, no one else existed, nothing else mattered, it was only Xander and Anya, blissfully clinging together.