Bare Flesh

Title: Bare Flesh
By: Ozmandayus

Summary: "Sometimes it's just feels so damn good to have nothing between us at all." B/X Erotica

Rating: NC-17 A very hard one in fact!
Couple: B/X Always!!!
Timeline: My very, very naughty view of a B/X late season seven. Just for naughty fun *wink*

Category: Hardcore B/X Erotica. PWP!!! You know how I write!!!! When I say erotica, take my word to the bank!!!
Distribution: Anywhere as long as you tell me first.
Feedback: sonicforlifebaby@yahoo.com or at Fanfiction.net

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own the rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters. I am making no money from this story.

Beta Read by: Ozmandayus. All mistakes are mine.

Authors Notes: Hot B/X smut for all B/X fans. No plot here guys and gals. Sex, and lots of it. A little sweet fluff as well. All for B/X'rs and those that sometimes just want to read a sex-filled story. This ones for you.

Authors Notes 2: We're playing fast and loose here, people. B/X got together around the beginning of the year. They are in love and that's that. I have written many stories telling how they could fall in love. This is not one of those stories. Buffy loves Xander, and Xander loves Buffy and you can expect a whole lotta loving here!! Spike came back with his soul, made peace with Buffy, and is now living for himself. Dawn ain't stealing, Giles and Anya are happy together, and Willow ain’t trying to destroy the world. Everyone’s doing just fine. Leave the angst at the door. Let the lust commence.

Authors Notes 3: I have always viewed Buffy as a very sexual person and season six only validated that claim. I also view Xander the same. Having slept with Anya, a sex-loving ex-revenge demon with more than 1000 years experience makes me believe Xander is no slouch in the sack. He is no longer the boy that gave Faith a few minutes in a motel a few years ago. This is the man a 1000 year old woman, one who has slept with demons of all kinds as well as humans, called a Viking in the sack. Lets have some fun with that, k. *smile*

Authors Notes 4: As always in real life, wrap it up people. Fiction is fun cause there are no consequences. You know what I'm talking about *wink*

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"If I had a chance to become anything on earth I would want to be your tear drop. I would be born in your beautiful eyes, live on your blushing cheeks, and die on your luscious lips."
Unknown author.


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Xander's apartment
1140 West End
Friday, March 17, 2003 7:37 PM
Sunnydale, Ca


This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.

That thought ran through Buffy's mind momentarily as a fresh wave of sensations caused her to cry out, "Oh God....Ohgodohgodohgod...yes...ah..ah...ah!"

As soon as she walked into the apartment she expected a long kiss from her boyfriend, followed by the status of the dinner he was cooking for them.

She wasn't prepared to be dinner.

Xander pulled her into the apartment, threw her on the couch, fell to his knees, tore her skirt off, then spread her legs. She gasped at the look in his eyes. Then her own rolled into the back of her head when he began licking her through her panties.

He was only able to get past seven licks before he needed to taste her bare flesh. A quick tug of her panties sent them somewhere. She doesn't remember where. The next thing that registered in her mind was the warm mouth that enveloped her sex, followed by the dark locks her fingers combed through as his tongue made love to her in an insatiable fashion.

Buffy gritted her teeth, enjoying the vibrations of his tongue using long broad strokes, parting her wet nether lips and suckling the tender flesh there. Her fists gripped the couch hard as his lips kissed every square inch of her sex.

"Taste so fucking good, Buffy....God, been thinking about this all day..." Xander rocked his head back and forth between her thighs, feasting on her labia, lapping his wet tongue over her clit again and again. His hands held her ass cheeks, squeezing the firm flesh almost in rhythm with his tongue. Buffy arched her hips, grinding his face, urging him on. He gently nibbled her erect clit, lashing it repeatedly, then sucked it into his mouth, keeping it wet as he could.

Buffy panted loud, her hand on top of his head, guiding him just where he wanted her. She couldn't get enough of his tongue. Of the way he worshiped her with his mouth. Of the grunts and moans he made as he focused solely on eating her pussy and not a damn thing else in the world. "Uuhhhnnnn!!!...uh...uh...uh...sofuckinggood!"

She growled, her fist slamming down hard on one of the seat cushions; and he loved that reaction almost as much as he loved the way she tasted. His tongue pushed at her entrance, now so wet he could easily slip his tongue inside. Xander fucked her with his tongue, loving the texture and taste of her inner walls. The way her body seemed to try and suck his in. He pushed hard, stabbing his tongue into her as fast as he could, sampling her essence and wanting more. Buffy rocked her hips in time with his tongue thrusts, fucking him as he fucked her, bucking at his mouth.

Buffy could feel that familiar tightening in her body. That feminine string being pulled tight, so ready to snap. She was so wet, on the edge of climaxing hard. Her walls were clenching at his tongue, but needing more. Needing something bigger. "Please baby...oh please...please."

Lifting her by her butt off the couch. Xander lashed her entire pussy up and down from her anus to her clit, gasping as if he were dying. "Tell me....I want to hear it....say it!" he ordered.

Her usual defiance was gone. She needed this and needed it right now. His lips were sucking on her pussy so hard and it just felt to good. "Make me cum, Xander! I want to cum so bad! Please make me cum!"

Her words set off explosions in his m He He drug his tongue from her anus to her clit in one hard lash, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked as hard as he could, hollowing his cheeks. She howled out loud when he suddenly rammed three fingers inside her and began pumping them very fast, twisting his wrist so that they moved around.

Finally....

Finally her body had something to clench on. The fingers were slamming into and all she could do was cry out in ectasy. That did the trick as her body began to shake. ndeendeeerrr!!!!...Ohgodohgodohgod...Fuuuccckk." Buffy held his head between her thighs, humping his hand as she came in spasming waves, clenching hard on his fingers, feeling her pussy grow wetter and wetter as she came in surging pulses, moaning his name.

Xander felt her body slowly fall back to normal as she grew quite. He gently removed his fingers, then slowly began lapping her sex, easing her off the edge. A minute later he placed one wet, open mouthed kiss on her clit, then sat back on the floor, just watching her.

From the deep flush on her face, the light sheen of sweat on her neck, to that little lip quiver that drove him mad, to her heavy labored breathing and the way her body laid limp one could tell Buffy had been thoroughly satisfied. Xander felt like a God. "Buffy, you look so beautiful when you cum."

The Slayer sat up, naked from the waist down. Her legs didn't work yet. She didn't reply. Didn't even open her eyes. Her breathing calmed. She knew he was sitting there on the floor just smirking his handsome ass off.

And as fantastic as that orgasm was....

She had to wipe that smirk off his face.

Xander patted himself on the back, smiling the whole time. "Buffy, I know I'm good but..."

Oh, he would have liked to finish that witty line.

But he got Slayer-jumped instead.

Buffy leaped off the couch and barreled into him on the floor, pushing him down on his back. Her lips curled around his in the wettest of kisses as she worked on ridding herself of the rest of her clothes. She inhaled his moans while sucking on his tongue, giving him a preview of things to come.

She pulled back, now sitting astride his lap, looking down at him. "Don't say a fucking word," she ordered. Scooting back a bit she slowly pulled his belt off, then ran her fingers over his hard cock through his jeans. A sexy smile crossed her lips when it jumped at her touch, knowing it's master. "Good boy."

She was his goddess. She owned him and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Buffy squeezed his cock as he arched just a bit into her hand. "I want you to lay perfectly still, Xander." He nodded as she unbuttoned his jeans. Pulling them open, Buffy shocked him by suddenly ripping them straight down to his inner thigh, tearing the entire zipper off as well as the inside leg of the jeans. Xander eyes grew big as he surveyed the now ruined jeans. "You can afford a new pair."

"But.."

"Say another word and I won't suck your cock," she warned in a soft voice. The devil in her eyes winked at him. She knew he wouldn't say another word if an alien invasion were taking place outside.

Buffy reached between the hole in his boxers, but instead of grasping his cock, tore them open like his jeans. She made a gaping hole in his underwear, then reached in and wrapped her small fingers around his throbbing shaft. She heard the sudden intake of air from Xander when she squeezed him hard. "You've had your dinner. Now let me have mine."

He wondered if his cock could get any harder as she slowly stroked him from base to tip. Releasing him, Buffy took his hands in hers and placed them on his sides. Then pressed down on his wrists, holding him in place. Her eyes blazed lust as her arm breath caused his cock to throb harder. Because of her strength he couldn't move. She held his arms on his sides as her mouth moved closer to his cock.

Licking her lips while keeping her eyes on him, she winked. The next thing she did Xander did not see as his eyes drew shut. Her soft tongue lapped at a drop of pre-cum cresting on the head of his penis. When he opened his eyes the thinnest string of pre-cum connected her tongue to the head of his cock.

Xander's heart stopped. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He simply could not tear his eyes away.

Not wasting another moment, Buffy took him into her mouth, descending her lips until she had him deep as she could go. Her tongue lapped the length of his cock as she began to bob her head, sucking on his cock so slow, savoring the taste of him.

Xander knew her game. When she told him not to speak she meant it. Once, he broke the rules, spoke, and she stopped. And she did not finish.

She could be evil that way.

That would not happen tonight. While laying there on the floor, fully clothed in his ripped jeans and boxers, Xander tossed his head form side to side, moaning as he watched that gorgeous crown of gold hair move up and down over his shaft. Her lips felt so plush to him, so perfect as she took his cock into her mouth. She sucked him so slow, God so wet, and he couldn't move. Couldn't tell her to lick or such harder or faster. He had to give up all control.

So be it.

The skin of his cock was soft and smooth, with one long vein she loved tracing with her tongue. His cock felt like velvet wrapped over steel. She truly enjoyed oral sex with him. Always had. Loved the power she felt and the pleasure she could give. Loved the rush of dominance the act gave her. Her teeth grazed his length ever so gently as she picked up the pace, sucking a bit harder now, using less tongue and more suction. His cock glistened with her saliva as she pulled him in and out of her mouth, relishing in her power. Her hands had to tighten around his wrists as he began to shift and move under her, unable to remain still.

"Who do you belong to, Xander?" Buffy asked after she released his cock and began nuzzling it with her face, rubbing him all over her cheeks. Her question received to response, so she licked at the head of his shaft, lapping up and down very fast. She could tell by the noises he made she was killing him. "Who do you belong to?" she repeated, then took just the head back in and sucked hard, making louder noises than what the act called for to drive her point home.

Still Xander gave no response, save writhing under her.

"Good boy," she complimented. "You are learning. You deserve a reward."

Her tongue laved the length of his hard cock until when took it back into the warm cavern of her mouth and sucked him in all the way down to the nest of dark curls. To his ultimate pleasure she knew how to deep throat and do it without even a hint of gagging. Her throat muscles pulled on his cock in the most delicious way as she breathed through her nose and sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks.

Xander could feel his cock growing thicker, his balls tightening. He was so close. So damn close his toes were curling and his fingers clenched into fists. He sighed, moaned, growled, cried out, and yelled her name in reverence as she rolled her head side to side, blowing his fucking mind.

His cock vibrated in her mouth as she sucked harder now, faster, bobbing her head in a perfect rhythm designed to get him off so hard he would feel like he was having an out of body experience. Buffy could hold her breath for nearly seven minutes and she used that particular skill to give him the wettest, nastiest, hard sucking blowjob he had ever relieved before. She wanted to blow his mind, using every trick in the book, keeping his cock coated in her saliva as she sucked non-stop for nearly four minutes straight as fast as she could.

"Fucckkkk Bufffyy....Goddamnnn...Fuckk!!!" Xander shouted in a strangled cry, coming in long, hard spurts of hot cum inside her mouth, down her throat, Buffy swallowed every drop, never stopping her suction for a second until he finally began to soften in her mouth.

Xander remembered at some point she released him and moved up next to his chest. He loved it when she slipped her hand underneath his shirt right over his heart after sex. She loved to feel it pound, knowing that she caused his heart to throb so hard in his chest be could barely breath.

He felt soft lips kissing his forehead and cheek. "Come back to me, sweetheart," she cooed in his ear. He knew she was smirking and he knew she had every right in the world too.

"You are the greatest."

"Don't start calling me Muhammad Summers, okay." He laughed as she bent down and kissed him on the nose. "What was up with the Eat-Buffy-Before-Dinner-Instead-Of-Feeding-Buffy-Dinner when I arrived?"

He chuckled, now attempting to sit up. "Well I was thinking about a certain small bottle of pills and..."

"Oh god," Buffy laughed, shaking her head, playfully smacking his shoulder. It all made sense to her now. "Oh for Christ’s sake, Xander."

Today was the first day they were going to have sex without a condom. Buffy was now on the pill and they could do away with the protection. "I couldn't think about anything but you all day, Buffy. I think I built a building facing away from the street. I may not have a job tomorrow. Wanna support me? I don't have any pride, you know."

"Though quite unhealthy, that's not a bad thing. Makes a girl feel special to know her man thought of her all day long. I will accept that complement for women everywhere." Buffy snuggled up next to him on the floor, both with their backs to the couch. His arm went over her shoulder, moving her closer to him as she began laughing.

"What?"

She pointed to his jeans, torn down the middle right to his thigh, the zipper just dangling on the side. His boxers were ripped to his hip. "That looks so silly."

"Hey, that was your fault. "

"Details, details."

Lifting up, Xander took his jeans and boxers off. Taking Buffy's hands into his he led her to his bedroom. She was spending the night, so they might as well get comfortable and change clothes.

Buffy moved to the closet she kept her stuff in and pulled out a white t-shirt with the words "Buffy Rocks!" printed on the front, a gift from Xander on Valentines Day. a draw-string pair of his gray boxers completed her most lazy ensemble. "Is dinner done yet or do I have to go out and kill it?"

"Yes, my dearest demon slaying goddess-of-Xander-love," Xander replied as he put a black tank top, discarding a sweat shirt from earlier. "We can eat right now if you want. All the necessary animals have been killed, fried, boiled, and baked."

"You have such a way with words, honey."

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9:45 PM

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Buffy liked the way Xander's lips felt as they trailed feather-soft kisses down the side her neck.

No, scratch that.

She loved the way it felt when his lips pressed tender kisses all along on her neck. They way they felt right now as she purred in his arms, perched on his lap. She sat back to his front as they relaxed after dinner in the large white Easy-Boy recliner Xander bought about a week ago. "This recliner was a good buy?" Buffy commented while his tongue warmed the shell of her ear, nibbling.

"Mmmm hmmmm."

The lights were off and the television was on mute. They weren't watching it anyway. After dinner Buffy complimented herself on her ultra-quick patrol tonight, dusting three vamps in near record time. Xander listened intently, joking often, while simply admiring how sexy and adorable she looked as she padded around his apartment barefoot. He loved the little things she did, like place the magazines on his table in a different order than he had them; or when she actually went through his mail.

She was quietly making his home hers, testing the limits of her going through his things to see how he would react. So far her endeavors amused him more than annoyed. That brought a smile to her face.

It was a girl thing.

About twenty minutes ago Xander turned out all the lights while they were watching the Austin Powers: Goldmember DVD. A bit earlier he surprised Buffy from behind while she was washing their dishes and carried her back to the living room. He took a seat in the recliner with her deposited on his lap. She pretended to struggle just for effect, then snuggled into his embrace as he started the movie.

Buffy was so small to him, he pondered while holding her..

She really was.

Those thoughts brought his more Cave-Man like nature near the surface as he held her. Buffy was truly a short, very petite woman. And in his arms now, as he pressed soft, affectionate kisses just below of her ear, he had to admit he liked being so much bigger than her. Loved the way her body seemed to fit his perfectly. Loved the way she would relax completely in his arms. Loved the way she would curl her arm up over her head, up the back of his, and run her fingers through his hair like she did now as he warmed her skin with lush kisses.

"That feels so good, honey," she complimented in the dark, snuggling even further into his embrace. Working at Sunnydale High and dealing with the problems of one teenager after another; only to go home and deal with the one she had to take care of took a toll on her this week. The slaying was particularly brutal on Monday and Tuesday due to a vampire gang war. Wednesday saw her council three girls who were all terrified to tell their parents they were pregnant. Then on Thursday the refrigerator at her house went out, but luckily her credit was good enough to get another one from a Rent-A-Center. Not having to have her boyfriend buy it gave her an inner satisfaction that only someone who truly knew her would understand.

Satisfaction was once again on her mind when she shifted just a little and felt his erection grow even harder beneath her. She savored the delicious feel of his tongue on her neck as he kissed and lapped at her pulse-point. Another little rock of her hips and it was his turn to tremble.

"God, what you do to me."

Buffy loved the tingles of arousal he was creating in her body as well. "Feelings mutual."

Xander's hand moved under her shirt and cupped her left breast. Her nipple hardened against his palm almost on contact. He squeezed just the way she liked, his strong hands creating pleasure so sweet so sighed in his embrace.

Buffy felt his cock throb where she sat on it, her ass resting right on the length of his shaft. She was now rocking in slow circles and he wondered how much longer his sanity would allow this foreplay to last. He snuck his other hand under her shirt, now squeezing both her breasts as his lips kissed all along her neck.

"Ohh..." Buffy hummed as he began tweaking her already erect nipples, straddling the line between pleasure/pain as he pinched the tips. His touch and the erection she knew she was responsible for caused her to grow wet as they played this seductive game. Grinding her hips more, Buffy made sure to keep the pressure on his cock and keep it trapped where he could not move. "I can't wait for you to fuck me without using a condom."

His only response was a hungry growl as one hand left her left breast and slipped inside the boxers she wore, then down to caress the moist lips of her sex. "My Slayer is wet."

"Your Slayer's been wet," she added, arching just abit from his experuch.uch. He used two fingers and drug them up and down over her bare flesh. She felt swollen, hot, and needy. "I love the way you touch me."

"Love you, Buffy." God, the sounds she made when he cupped her bare pussy. Every sigh, every whimper that escaped of her mouth drove him mad with lust. Parting the lips of her sex, he pressed one finger inside, pushing all the way.

Buffy just laid her head back on his shoulder, eyes closed, mouth frozen in the most sensual 'O' position. She felt Xander slowly finger fucking her to the second knuckle. He used slow strokes, curling the finger a bit while penetrating deeper. She felt heady with desire, so very feminine. She knew he could tell just how wet she was. How much she longed for this just the way he had. Her own hand descended inside her boxers to still his, even as the pleasure felt so good, and pulled his hand out of her boxers. Tilting her head back to look at him, she brought his finger to her lips and began sucking on it, licking it dry, her eyes never having left his. "You like that?"

She loved to tease him and he knew it. "You know I do."

"Stay still." Buffy eased off his lap, her back still to him. She hooked her thumbs under her boxers and slipped them down her hips, kicking them off when they reached her ankles. Next, she turned to face him. She could clearly see the desire in his eyes. All for her, as it should be. "Like what you see?"

"Since the first moment I saw you," Xander replied he scooted forward and shed his boxers, freeing his hard cock. His eyes drank her in, standing there with her hands on her hips, wearing just her personalized shirt and the most sexy smile he had ever seen.

Buffy loved to look at him in the nude, as she did right now. Xander's large muscular frame was such a turn on. He's so strong now, his shoulders, arms, and legs all muscle. His heart pure, devoted, and loving. All hers, she thought with pride.

"I'm dying to be inside of you, Buffy."

"Shall I get the condom now?" She tried her best to say that with a straight face.

"No fucking way!" Xander reached for her when she moved closer, now drawing her lips to his in a delirious kiss full of desperate passion. They kissed hard, both touching and groping and gasping into each others mouths. Their tongues battled for supremacy on a decadent battlefield as their lips crashed together in wet kiss after wet kiss, each more intense than the last.

"I can't wait to feel you inside me," Buffy managed to squeak out between kisses. Her hand reached between them as she started stroking his penis, rotating her wrist as she pumped him. He panted into her mouth, fingers clawing at the back of her neck, eyes shut. She flinched when he pulled away. His hands came to her hips, turning her around.

"I want you like this," he said as he pulled her into his lap, her back to his chest. He immediately returned to worshipping her neck with his lips. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me with nothing between us. I want to feel all of you so bad. I'm dying inside to feel that. I couldn't think about anything else all day long."

"Mmmmm, neither could I. Fucking you tonight was the only thing on my mind since I woke up this morning. I barely made it through work. When I got home Dawn said I was just staring off into space." Buffy slipped a hand between her legs, warm, slick wetness coating her fingers. Lifting up, she drew the pads of her fingertips up the underside of his cock, the heat of them marking him from tip to root. She fully cradled him in her palm, her treasure. She stroked him, rubbing her thumb along the edge of his cock, making a sacred circle as they prepared to make love. "I need this so fucking bad!"

Xander groaned when Buffy wrapped her hand around his cock, shifting into place.

"I want you to fuck me, Xander." Her hand moved up and down the hard, sleek length of him, sliding the head of his cock just inside of her. Now her fingertips swirled up and down, and she felt him surge as her hand closed around him at the root.

"Now Buffy...please," he bit into her shoulder, needing her so bad.

She didn't blink when she slid him into her deep with one, long, slick stroke. Her inner walls stretched to accommodate him, feeling so damn good. She felt full, so feminine, so wet and ready for this. Without the condom, the flesh on flesh heat felt delicious. She felt impaled and taken as he finally bottomed out.

"God Buffy...." Xander whispered as his hands came to grip under her thighs. He sank back deeper into the recliner and began to pump up into her, sheathing himself within her warm, snug passage. She felt so wet wrapped around him. Tight and hot and just so perfect he could barely believe the sensations were real. The pure contact of their skin made this feel so fucking good.

Buffy totally gave up all control as she laid back into his body, The hands on her thighs held her in place as his hips arched upwards, thrusting into her slow and deep. Tilting her head to the side allowed more access for his mouth to kiss her neck. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her entire body as Xander moved in and out of her, so hard and thick, penetrating so deep, again and again. She could feel herself grow wetter and her clit begged
for attention. "I never want....never want to use a condom again...Fuck, this is good!"

Her body felt as if it had been made for him and him alone. He moved her body, pushing her down as he thrust up, fucking her harder now. Soon Buffy joined in, their bodies moving together now. "Condoms destroyed. Check. Your wish is my command."

A steady stream of erotic noises escaped her lips; and as hot and deep as their fucking felt, she wanted some of the control back. Buffy lifted up, allowing Xander to slip from inside her. Then she turned around and
straddled him. "Let me drive."

"Well I'm not...."

"Stop that joke about my driving right now or this you will be dating the five Palm sisters tonight."

Xander did not say a word. He felt his heart stop when she positioned him and slid down, rocking her hips three times to fully impale herself. Her hands came to his shoulders as her lips descended. Holding him inside her while squeezing her inner muscles, Buffy moved her hips in slow, lazy circles.

His hips stopped moving as Buffy rode him now, moving up and down his cock so good. "Love the way you do that, baby," he exhaled with a groan as he looked into her eyes There was an intensity surrounding him that nearly stole her breath away as she considered the tenderness of his touch in the face of the passion he exuded that she never knew he was capable of.

"I know how much you love it when I ride your cock," she teased, talking dirty to spice things up. Her hands running lightly over his shoulder blades and down his back as she moved her pelvis in a bouncing rhythm. It was an incredible sensation, the friction from the complete inner and outer contact they made as she took him in and out
of her. His unyielding sex was long, thick, and oh god did he know how to use it. The depth of the sensations coupled with the emotions she was experiencing felt unparalleled. But what was nearly as satisfying was
the confirmation in his face that he shared the same experience.

With a push forward, Buffy made the chair recline all the way back, with the foot rest now enabled. She was able to spread her legs further apart to him him deeper, causing the angle of penetration to increase as he let out a groan. "And it just keeps getting better and better."

She smiled, the smile traveling all of the way up to her heavy-lidded eyes. He was reaching places within her that were emotionally intense as well as physically, stimulating nerve endings and stirring up feelings that
couldn't be ascribed a name.

Three years of construction work and two years of sexual training with Anya left Xander in shape and he knew how to control his own release in favor of pleasing her first. Buffy loved that about him, even as she strived harder to push him over the edge by slamming down on his cock and grinding after every slow withdrawal. She remained both gentle and intense in her thrusting while she looked down at him with sleepy eyes full of heat and adoration. Every so often she would return to his mouth and the feeling of his tongue sliding against hers as she steadily rode him deep within her.

Was it he who surrounded her, or her who surrounded him? She wondered. They were so completely merged that it was impossible for her to tell.

Hungry kisses were the order of the day even as Buffy rode up and down, so wet, hot and deep. While sucking on her tongue, Xander leaned far forward, moving the recliner back to it original positions, reached under Buffy's knees, he hooked his arms together, then stood to his feet.

What transpired next sent Buffy into a ragged fit of harsh moans, grunts and groans as Xander fucked her in mid-air, driving her down on his cock with ruthless aggression. He worked her body hard, and the intensity of his fucking sent shivers up her spine. Her legs and arms clamped around him as he began walking around the living room, growling and arching his hips as he pounded into her time after time

Nothing resembling articulate words came from their mouths. Only the most fierce kisses and fucking could be heard. Buffy at one point felt a wall behind her. She figured they must be in the bedroom now. Her face buried into his neck as she cried out, his rock hard cock pounding into her so hard and fast. The angle of
penetration was just right to provide constant contact between his pelvis and her over-sensitized engorged bundle of nerves. She felt her inner muscles contract around him and a surge of moisture followed. She knew that she was on her way to a Earth shattering orgasm.

Xander fucked faster so that his strokes became less complete in favor of the more frequent contact within
her, her hips responding to the new tempo. Technique was replaced by instinct, and instinct told them to find their release.

He was hitting just the right spot and she slid her hands down to the flesh of his buttocks, applying pressure and murmuring, "Right there, Xander! Fuck me right there!" so that he knew she wanted him to keep right on doing
exactly what he was doing. She was beginning to pant, soft little exhalations puffing across his face, catching every so often as her entire body stiffened, growing taut as she felt the power building within her as he continually hit that one spot, over and over.

And then she was there, releasing it, her breath catching, gasping for breath, her back arching and her muscles clenching and undulating around him, her legs holding him tightly as her blood pounded in her ears and in her toes and everywhere in between. She groaned, purred, then cried out his name as he held himself as still and rigid as they moved off the wall and sank down into the bed with her arms and legs still encircling him, her mouth
pressed against his neck while the contractions slowed and finally stopped.

"Xander...." she whispered breathlessly, her voice laden with emotion.

"Just a little more," he whispered fervently, then started moving within her once again. Slow at first but unable to hold back any longer, he quickly built up the tempo, pounding into her while his breathing labored. She opened her mouth and began sucking and licking his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat, wanting to experience his release the way he had hers, feeling the slickness of their skin where it made contact.

"Ah...ah....ah...ah....ah...ah...," with every thrust he gasped for air, driving his cock deeper inside her, lost to everything in the world but this moment.

"Xander," Buffy whispered, kissing his temple and bringing her mouth to his ear, she whispered, "I love you."

His seed exploded into her the second he heard the much treasured words. He closed his eyes, and behind his lids, stars collided, the sun exploded, shattering into a billion tiny slivers of light.

Minutes later they were separated and on their backs, staring up at the ceiling.

"I think in another life we created sex," Xander joked as he stretched his legs. "We are just too damn good at it."

"I believe that too. And the world should thank us for our creation."

"I believe monetary reparations are due."

"Yes. And new cars."

"20 each. That's the minimum."

"I think we should receive our own country for creating sex. Australia maybe?"

"Texas?"

"Texas is a state, honey."

"Yeah, and shaped like a boot too."

"It really is."

"Maybe one day they'll have our pictures in a Encyclopedia Britannica. Xander and Buffy Harris: They created sex."

"Xander and Buffy Harris?"

Xander started snoring, tongue firmly in cheek. Buffy laughed, then snuggled up next to him, a smile on her face.

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11:50 PM

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It's a wonderful thing for a man to have the woman he loves tell him she loves him.

It's even more amazing to have her show it, because actions always speak louder than words.

But there was something seductive, something akin to a careless whisper between lovers when a woman wrote the truth of her heart upon his skin.

'My Love'

Buffy placed those words on his left shoulder, followed by a kiss at the end. Xander hummed his approval, then tried to follow the path of her hand as she wrote again.

'Self-Righteous'

"Hey!" His mock disapproval was eased by another kiss upon the words on his right shoulder. "Well that's better then."

'Courageous'

That long word tickled his spine as she wrote one letter on each bone down the center of his back. "Really?"

'Yes'

"I love you, Buffy."

'I love you too' Buffy traced alongside his rib cage.

The moist sponge cooled his skin when air made contact as the words disappeared in small circles. Seconds later the marker returned. "You really like doing that, don't you?"

Playfully, Buffy tugged on her bottom lip as she pressed the marker down on his upper left shoulder blade. Using a broad stroke she traced the bone, high-lighting it in red ink. "It's an odd hobby, that's for sure."

"Ever thought about pursuing art?" Xander enquired with his eyes closed, thoroughly relaxed.

"No," Buffy replied with a soft laugh as she moved the marker down his lower back. Xander laid nude beneath her, facing the foot of his bed with her sitting nude astride his lower back, nearly on his buttocks. "Art was never my thing. I couldn't draw to save my life. If a demon had the power to force people to draw or die, I would be one dead Slayer."

"Let's not talk about death," he asked her softer than he intended, only to feel her write the words 'Don't bring me back next time' written across the middle of his back. "You can't ask me that." The damp feel of the small sponge she used to remove the ink tickled as she wiped away her last message.

'If you love something you eventually have to let it go'

"Good thing my shoulders are big enough for you to write all that."

'I'm serious'

"Can we change the subject?" Xander felt the sponge wipe away his fears. Then the marker pressed to his skin once more.

'For now'

"No serious stuff tonight, okay?"

"Okay," Buffy pressed her lips against the back of his neck, lingering there momentarily. She placed the top back on the marker and tossed it on the floor. They purchased the 'Erotic Artist' marker at an adult store called "Galaxies," about a mile east from Xander's apartment building. While there they purchased a few other items two weeks ago. The marker was a spur of the moment purchase, something that could highlight the skin, yet fade away easily once washed with a damp cloth. The other items were of the more traditional sexual variety. "Thank you for being such a willing canvas."

"Anything for you, pudding."

"Ouch!!" he yelped when she smacked his ass.

Buffy laughed at his little girl-like reply, then stretched out over his body, resting her head on the back of
his neck. "Don't call me pudding, alright? We've talked about calling me food items. I'm Anti-Food-Item-Endearment-Girl. remember?"

Gently nudging her off his back, Xander turned over and then quickly covered her body with his, now gazing down at her, resting on his elbows. "My little deer."

"Deer?" Buffy snorted, shaking her head. "I am not Bambi. I do now run through the forest. Okay, I run through cemeteries, but of all the things I have encountered there, I've never ever seen a deer."

"Well geez, Buff. Cut a guy a break. Do you want me to call you? Manuel Noriega?" He had to steal a quick kiss when her legs spread, allowing him into the soft cradle of her thighs. "I gotta call you something. And it's gotta be sweet cause your my girlfriend and I have to call you sweet things. It's required by law on the West Coast."

"My Slayer is nice."

"Yeah," another soft kiss, "It is."

They kissed slow in the dark, probing, savoring each one as if it were the last. This wasn't the burning passion of earlier, but a more playful, bewitching bout of foreplay as they began to roll around the bed, laughing between kisses and moving against one another.

"Mmmmm, third one tonight," Buffy complimented the erection now poking at her tummy. "You hiding Viagra snacks around here or something?"

"Yeah, Hostess has this new line of Twinkies for adults with sexy girlfriends. You can only buy them at flea markets and the back rooms of video stores."

Buffy gently took him in hand and squeezed. "Well we need to keep your cabinets stocked with those Twinkies."

He throbbed in her hand, sighing from her touch. "There is no wrong in the Twinkie. Tis be a perfect snack made from milk and flower and Viagra......other God-like items to which I have no interest in naming."

Neither remembers who started the next passionate kiss, but both were into it. So into it that when Buffy rolled Xander over they moaned together when his cock moved against her sex, grinding as both deepen the kiss. Buffy pulled away first, now staring down at him. The only light in the room emanated from the seven candles lit on the dresser near the bed.

"Buffy?"

She was busy lapping at his neck with her tongue. "Yessss?"

"Remember when you said I could ask you to do anything at all in the world and you would do it in a heartbeat just cause I asked you?"

"No. I never said that," she playfully bit at his neck, enjoying the sudden flinch she caused.

"Oh, well if you did...."

Of course that sparked her curiosity. "What is it?" she asked, peering down at him with an arched eye brow.

He licked his lips, somewhat nervous, but not really after all they have shared. "It's a fantasy of mine. Something I've thought about for years."

"Oh really?"

He nodded, smiling up at her.

Buffy could feel the erect state of his cock between then, as well as see the fire in his eyes. "Does this fantasy involve me wearing a nurses uniform? Do I have to dress up like Xena? Maybe a Catholic School skirt or the Princess Leia Slave outfit?"

"Noooo," he drawled out with a grin, his hands coming to rest on her slim hips, stroking up and down "Though I have no complaints about any of those ideas. In fact, I know a costume shop on..."

"I bet you don't." Buffy pressed on. "So give. What's this fantasy you've thought about for years?"

His mouth opened, but he cleared his throat first.

"Oh just say it you big baby."

"I want to watch you masturbate."

"....oh," she blinked. A shiver of heat surged through her body at the implications of what he admitted he had fantasized about for years. She swallowed hard, her pupils dilated at the mere thought of doing that in front of him. She could all of a sudden feel her heart racing. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She had never done that for anyone before. Not even in her dark days with Spike. "Wow...."

"I know," he added, cupping her face with his right hand, caressing her cheek. "I've pictured you touching yourself so many times I thought I'd one day go mad. I used to stare off into space thinking about you. Wondering how you looked while laying in bed fingering yourself, or touching your breasts, squirming in your bed. How you loowithwith your hand inside your panties. How you would sound when you came. The expression on your face. God, I've watched you so many times in my dreams."

The intensity in his eyes were poking painful holes through her sanity. "Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?"

"To many times to count."

Her bottom lip trembled as she listened to his desire for her. She felt her body respond in kind, growing wet as the secret of his fantasies were spoken aloud for the first time. The way he looked at her, that expression, was nothing less than intoxicating

Buffy sat up, now touching his chest, trailing her fingers down and around, nails digging in just a bit. "Do you want to watch me masturbate, Xander?"

"I have wanted that for half a decade. I've fantasized about watching for so long."

"Then let me make your fantasies become reality." Buffy took one of his hands in hers as she moved off his lap, pulling him up and off the bed. Xander could not take his eyes off her as she walked nude toward his closet. He knew she was going through their special 'Fun Bag.' Taking a seat at the foot of the bed, Xander waited until she returned.

He was in awe of what was about to take place.

"Which one?" Buffy asked, holding out the three vibrators they purchased a few weeks ago. One was blue, about 6'inches long, and very smooth. Next was a neck massager that Buffy was told could become a woman best friend. It was meant to massage the clit with it's large vibrating head, but was of no use for penetration. The last was a pink jelly vibrator molded exactly to resemble a real male penis. It was the perfect shape from the slope of the head, to the ridges and veins on the side, It had three settings for vibration and was 8'inches long.

Xander's brain was on overload, so all he could do was point. He picked the more realistic one. He could tell Buffy was enjoying ner nervous anticipation. She had to be feeling her own as well.

Buffy was not surprised by his choice, seeing as how that one most resembled him. "Pinky it is then." She walked back to the closet to put the other vibrators away. Xander had at one time or another used all three on her, but what she was about to do was going to be a first. "You ready for this?" she asked confidently as she moved back onto the bed. She laid the pink vibrator next to her.

"I have 911 on my speed dial. If I have a heart attack during this just dial 5#."

Taking a long, deep breath, Buffy stretched out on the bed, naked, her mind spinning with all the implications
of doing this most private of acts in front of an audience, albeit an audience of one. But the sheer gloriously focused look in Xander's eyes, the way his chest rose faster, and the hard state of his cock spurred her on. "I'm going to have to forget you're here, okay?"

"You're not gonna call some other guys name, are you? Cause if you are I need to be prepared. And if his first letter begins with an A or S I'm leaving," he smiled by candlelight, hoping to alleviate some of her nervous energy.

Slowing bending her knees and arching her back, she replied, "No, thinking of you will be more than enough."

Xander swore he actually felt his cock grow harder.

Buffy's head rested on the pillow and she closed her eyes, laying perfectly still for almost three minutes as Xander watched over her. She slowly allowed her mind to travel to that erotic place in her subconscious. Without thought, her hands slid to her breasts, kneading them gently, grasping the nipples and rolling them into tight little buds.

"I've never done that before, Xander," she moaned softly, feeling that familiar tingle between her legs as the scene played out in her mind. One hand slid down her abdomen and caressed the inside of her thigh, teasing
herself.

"One finger to start with...yes..." Oh God, she could picture it, his hands, twice the size of her own, gliding along inner thighs, feeling his rough calluses on her tender skin, now moving to her ass. "Jesus, that's different," she shivered and felt her labia grow moist and swollen, swallowing the resulting moan.

Xander sat on his knees watching her caress herself. Her soft voice speaking of a fantasy he knew nothing of. This was the most erotic mystery he ever had the chance to witness unfold before his very eyes. He drank her in, his nose devoured her scent, his heart ached with all the love he held there for her.

"Deeper....give me time to relax....feels so good....dip inside me again, then add a second finger." Buffy's fingers danced up and down against her lips in an effort to relieve the slight ache she felt come over her. His lips, she could imagine them sucking her nether lips between their fullness as his finger worked it's magic. His rough tongue lapping at her sex, while his fingers performed the most taboo of duties. She did not swallow her excitement for him, her feral grunts and twisting of her hips could not be denied.

Xander's eyes grew wide and his throat dry as Buffy, still with her eyes shut, took the vibrator in her hand. She turned it on low, the gentle hum filling her ears as she rubbed it lightly over her clitoris, shuddering at the vibrations. "To the second knuckle, Xander....harder....I'm okay....It doesn't hurt....feels so bad.." Buffy pressed the toy at her entrance. Holding her labia open, she pushed it inside. She was so wet, it slid in without resistance as she pressed it in until just the last inch was peeking out.

His mind was awash with the purest desire for her. She looked every bit the Goddess laying on his bed, lips parted, eyes closed, nude, body lit by the flames of candles, now prepared to masturbate while imagining a fantasy involving him.

He knew he had died and gone to heaven.

"Use on more finger.....three and then I'll be ready....Oh God this feels so nasty!" Buffy rolled onto her stomach, one hand pinching her nipple, the other working the vibrator slowly in and out from between her legs. Her face was
mashed into the pillow, her breathing accelerating as she tipped it forward toward the front, searching for the elusive G-spot that would send me spinning to a hard climax.

Her sweet ass looked beautiful bent up in the air, swaying by candlelight. The supple curves called out to him. His hands drew into fists as he held onto the edge of the bed, so in lust with her he could hardly breath.

"I need your cock inside me now, Xander....I need it so bad....I want it this way....want to see if it's as good as the magazines say....God, I am so fucking wet!" She could imagine his hard chest pressing against her back, his large hands kneading her butt cheeks. To feel him take her like she imagined, fast and deep, watching his face transform into expression of passion that was all because of her. Feel him in a way she never had before. Decadent and wicked.

Her mind burned with these images. Buffy fucked her self faster, shoving the toy inside her deep as it would go while pinching her nipple between two fingers.

His hand ran over his head, fingers through his hair as he looked on, transfixed by the most sexually explicit thing he had ever seen. Buffy had never looked sexier, more erotic, or more feminine than she did now. Every noise she made scorched into his subconscious. He knew the way she looked as she masturbated on his bed would forever be etched into his memory. He could faintly hear himself growling as he looked on.

"All the way, Xander.....push it all the way in.....I want your cock now.....I need it....Fuck me hard as you can... please..... don't make me wait any longer." Lost in the fantasy and nearly crying out, she sped up her ministrations, using her fingers to let the vibrator slide out on its own and push it back in. The palm of her hand fell to her pubic bone, crushing her clit against the humming vibrations and warm jelly vibrator pulsing between her legs.

SMACK!

"Uhhhnnn....ohgodohgod" Buffy grunted from the sudden sting of Xander’s palm slapping against her left ass cheek. "Ohgodohgodohgod," she chanted, now fucking herself harder.

SMACK!

SMACK!

Panting hard, Buffy nearly had tears in her eyes. Spanking was new for them. Beyond kinky, and yet always got her off. Xander would do it out of the blue, never preparing her or even hinting he was going to. She had no prior warning until he actually did it.

Xander sat beside her, one hand smoothing her back while the other took turns spanking her with the fullness of his palm. One hard slap after the other, alternating between her now blushing buttocks, the sound of each spank echoing throughout the room.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

That's it.

Waves of pulsing pleasure rolled through Buffy as she let them come, succumbing to the contractions of her womb and the unbearable tightening of her nipples. She shouted, "Oh God, Xanderrrr...yessssss!" His palm lit up her up- turned cheeks as he spanked her through one of the hardest orgasms of her entire life. She buried the toy deep inside, so deep it nearly touched her cervix and left it there, clenching hard around it while Xander rubbed his palms over her ass, soothing the sting, helping her off the edge.

Minutes later she found herself wrapped in his arms, still shaking, being kissed all over her face, She didn't remember pulling the vibrator out or where it went. She didn't remember anything after her orgasm hit. All she knew was that performing for her boyfriend had been one of the, if not the most exciting thing she had ever done,. No one had ever made her feel as sexy as he did just a few minutes ago. She felt wanton and horny beyond words. In hindsight, it wasn't even close.

"Love you," she spoke gently against his chest, kissing him there.

"Love you too, cupcake."

"I told you about that," she smiled, drifting off.

And he smiled right back.

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4:55 AM

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Slow, sweet sensual lovemaking could be a beautiful thing for two people to share. The intimate touches and soft caresses, followed by tender admissions of love, devotion and adoration could seal the connection of one person to another.

But sometimes there was nothing better than a good, hard, sweaty, rolling-all-around-the-bed fuck session!

Xander woke from a dream involving Buffy and Spike. Upon opening his eyes he didn't even remember exactly what was happening or the dream. All he felt was this intense wave of jealousy, anger, and heat.

Intense heat.

There was an animal inside him fighting to break out. Fighting to mark Buffy as his and his alone. He wanted to sink his teeth into her neck, to slam into her as fast and deep as possible, to hear her scream in ecstasy as they came forcefully, frenziedly.

Buffy's eyes opened almost on instinct. Their gazes locked onto each other with electrical urgency. She knew he went to bed after she got off. She could clearly what he wanted and how he wanted it. He moved over her now and she could feel his warm breath on her face.

She suddenly felt very wet and small.

Her fingers began to move along his length. He seized her hands with his free one, and manacled them
together. "Baby?"

He lost it then. The sound of her innocent voice formed the final crack in his control. A primitive guttural noise escaped him. His hands came to her thighs and roughly spread her legs, yanking her to him, trying to thrust inside her. His need was ravenous and wild. He pushed against her.
sideside....

Inside....

Feel her tight around him, squeezing, hot. His, all his.

Buffy felt his fingers sliding on her upper thigh as he prepared to enter her. He lifted her up, her legs going around him. Feeling the need rush through her body all of a sudden, she reached down and guided him, her breath escaping as he thrust into her fully.

Their eyes locked in the understanding that this would not be soft and sweet. She could tell he didn't want that right now. She knew what was going to happen.

Xander was out of control and she loved it. She was excited by the hunger in his eyes. She was responsible. It was her he wanted, no one else. His every thought, every action was focused on her. She made him mad with lust and that empowered her.

Xander's hips thrust against her mindlessly. In and out, fast and hard. He held her legs and just slammed into her over and over, lost in her body and the desire to claim his mate.

Buffy hung on, one hand clenching the bed sheets, the other slung around his neck. She whimpered under the onslaught. He drove into her again and again. She bit her tongue it felt so fucking good. She moved against him as she picked up his quick rhythm. His cheek was pressed against hers. His five o'clock shadow scraping her skin.
Just another part of Xander pushing her to the brink. His hair was sweaty against her arm. His breath loud and throaty as he growled into her neck.

So wet.

Buffy was so wet.

For him. Because of him. Turning his head, his mouth sought hers. Suddenly the scent of her sending
him over the edge. He jammed his mouth against hers and tasted her, still thrusting rapidly into her. He pulled his head back, teeth bared and clenched.

Buffy grunted with every hard thrust, feeling her body actually move across the bed. She felt his hand caressing her roughly between her legs, felt herself breaking apart again. He was shuddering against her,
slowing now, licking her neck where he'd bitten her. He was trying to catch his breath. It reminded her to do the same.

Bending his head Xander nuzzled a nipple with his nose, spiritually listening to her heart beating, her breath lifting the hard flesh closer to his mouth. He lashed the tip with his tongue, then drew it into his mouth as he spread his knees wider apart for leverage to fuck her harder.

Buffy arched under him pushing herself further into his mouth, making little cries that urged him on. He played with the other nipple, watching it rise too. She was twisting more furiously under him and he
knew what she wanted.

Xander drove into her feeling her wetness surround him and pull him deep inside her, burying himself in her heat. She was hot and welcoming and he never wanted to leave. He drove into her hard and fast as he could, his weight on his forearms as he pumped into her, grunting with the effort and the pleasure pain that was his only reason for breathing.

Breathing so heavy, Xander pulled out on his last stroke hearing her whimpers and cries as he withdrew taking away her source of pleasure. Before she could protest he flipped her over onto her belly. Prying her legs apart again, he covered her body with his own and slammed back into her, barely missing a beat.

"God Xander..." she cried out, climaxing, spasming around him once again. Buffy shook under Xander's onslaught, biting her lip to keep from screaming. His grunts were exciting her beyond all reason, his need a direct link to her nervous system, an injection of Xanderlust straight into her bloodstream, shooting little stars along her veins.

The sensation of him pulling out of her, effortlessly flipping her over and filling her in one swift thrust was so intense. It was more than she could take and she had come, calling for him.

She wanted to see his face, squeezed tight with the pleasure she was giving him. He was still rock hard inside her. She knew he could keep going until he'd made her come again and again. "Xander, I need to see you. I want to know. I need to know what you're feeling."

Buffy twisted around, catching a glimpse of his face twisted, straining. She could feel his hand splayed under her. She heard his breathing stutter and shallow out and feel the tremors begin. He was so close now but she wanted to see his face. She tried to pull away from him but he clutched at her grunting her name.

Xander pulled out and Buffy rolled over onto her back. She quickly wrapped her legs around him as he pushed back inside her. Fast and furious, they fucked together, rutting all over the bed.

"Buffy....Buffy....BuffyBuffyBuffy!!" He came so fast and hard he thought he was splitting apart. He could feel her right behind him, spasming around him, milking him as she came.

Minutes later the were cuddled up together. Though sticky, neither moved a muscle. And while he could never tire her out, Buffy was so satisfied she couldn't remember ever feeling this good after sex in every possible way.

"If I have any say so about it we will never, ever use a condom again," Xander added with gusto as his head rested against the back of hers. "Sometimes it's just feels so damn good to have nothing between us at all."

"This is so politically incorrect, but I agree. God I'm gonna feel like a hypocrite next time I have a sex talk with Dawn about using condoms," Buffy laughed in the dark, playing with the hand that rested on her hip. "Sooooo," she smiled. "What brought on this most welcome event?"

"A bad dream and going to bed with a hard-on."

"Bad dream?"

He shook his head against the pillow. "No biggie. I can't even remember what happened in the dream."

"What do you remember?"

"That I love you."

She knew he was changing the subject, but allowed it. She was starting to get sleepy again and a bad dream just wasn’t a big deal. "You know I love sleeping in your arms, right?"

"Yeah, but you need your space sometimes too. This is the Xander-let-me-go portion of the night. I shall retreat to my side of the bed and commence the time honored tradition of counting sheep."

Turning over, Buffy pressed her lips hard against his in a silly kiss. "It's no wonder I love you so much. You made a great dinner, gave me many orgasms, and understand that us girls like to stretch out sometimes too."

"Yeah, well, I am the perfect boyfriend."

"Perfect for me."


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8:50 AM

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Sages Cemetery
Saturday, March 18, 2003 9:00 PM
Sunnydale, Ca

It was a gorgeous night, balmy and warm. Xander and Buffy sat on a large tombstone staring at the clear, starry sky. Their patrol had lasted 2 and a half hours, and was now over, but they didn't leave the cemetery right away.

"What'cha thinking?" she asked lightly.

"Just looking at the stars. Have you ever just sat back and done that, Buffy?"

She shrugged. "Sure I have, Xander. Who hasn't?"

A smile passed over his face. "When we were little Willow and I would look up at the night sky, at the stars, and I'd pick one. I'd pretend I could see a planet next to it. I always let Will's name the planet and she let me ponder the civilizations there. That's what happens you can't afford a Nintendo. Anyway, I'd look at the imaginary planet and imagine...I'd imagine what if there were people on that planet. People like us. I'd think, wouldn't it be neat if the people were exactly like us, that everyone here had a sort of twin living on that planet. It would be a sort of parallel universe sort of thing. There'd be someone just like me, who would understand me. He would like the same things I would like. He's eat his worlds equivalent of the Twinkie and hate school. He would think the things
I think. In fact, at the very same moment I was looking up at him, he was looking up at me."

"That's so...nice, Xander." Buffy smiled at him.

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"No!," she nudged against his shoulder. "Really, I think it's a nice idea. Kinda scary to imagine another Sunnydale and another Hellmouth."

"I know it's probably not true. It's just fun to think, you know?" He shrugged, and looked up at the sky again. "Hey, you know what that means! There'd be someone on that planet just like you, too."

She laughed. "Yeah, I guess there would."

"Her name would be Yffub," he said thoughtfully.

"Yffub? Why Yffub?" Buffy asked while opening a Twix candy bar and giving one to Xander.

"Because that's Buffy backwards. The poor guy like me would be named Rednax."

Buffy laughed again, enjoying his company so much. "I wonder what they're doing right now," she said playfully.

"Well, they're doing what we're doing, of course. They look the same we do, they do the same things, they think the same things..."

After a few moments, she asked, "So, what would Rednax be thinking right now?"

"Well, Rednax be sitting on a tombstone with his girlfriend, pondering the great mysteries of the world such as how Dawn stole a full leather coat last year from a department store. Or why his sweetheart fights vampires and his best friend is a witch who tried to destroy the world a year ago."

After a few more moments, she said, "Well, Yffub is very much in love right now and not really pondering much outside of a hunk of cheesecake back at her house."

Xander peered earnestly into Buffy's eyes. "Rednax is also thinking how lucky he is to have someone like Yffub. He loves her dearly. Especially since she's gonna share that cheesecake."

"Yffub loves Rednax too. Not enough to share that cheesecake. But a whole lot, nonetheless."

"That's why Yffub shared her Xiwt with Rednax, right?"

"I think Yffub is gonna ignore answering that question." Her feet kicked off the tombstone.

"Well, despite the evil that is not sharing cheesecake with the one you love, I'm willing to bed Rednax still loves Yffub very much."

"As he should."

Slowly, he brought his hand up to her cheek and traced her jaw. The smiles widened on their faces, Slowly, achingly slowly, their faces inched together and their eyelids fluttered closed. Soft lips met soft lips and their silky tongues finally tangled in the most exquisitely sensual of kisses.

Within seconds the first kiss was over, and they had had their second and third as well. Then came the fourth and fifth and sixth, until all the kisses blended into one.

After a few minutes, they silently agreed that it would be best to move their activities into a Buffy's home for the night. So while Xander and Buffy exited the cemetery, but not without dusting two pesky vamps hiding behind a tree, somewhere very far away, two people named Rednax and Yffub were doing the same.


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The End