Domestic Fallacies

Title: Domestic Fallacies
Author: Brooke
Email: yabbadabbadome13@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17 (Maybe hard R. There’s really more pointless dialogue than actual sex…sorta like a bad Skinamax flick, which I know nothing about)
Disclaimer: I used to own a Scooby Doo bobble head, but then I traded it for some magic beans. Then I ate the magic beans, so now I got nothing. Buffy and friends are owned by Joss, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, The UPN and whoever else has rights to the show.
Summary: Gotta love rooming with an ex who you still love…I mean *don’t* love. That’s it…don’t love.
Distribution: Let me know you took it and that’ll do.
Feedback: GIVE IT! GIVE IT! GIVE IT! Please?
Authors Note: I read Lori’s “Special Occasions” and got a tiny idea for another story of that fashion, but not to worry, this one is different (hopefully).
Authors Note 2: Seasons 1-7 in the show happened, EXCEPT nobody knew that Xander lost his virginity to Faith and (and I know it’s a biggie) Sunnydale didn’t implode. The Scoobies were able to beat the Big Evil and save the town. And I never wanted Xander to loose his eye, so guess what, didn’t happen. Let’s see…Giles took Faith and some of the other SiTs to Chicago to do stuff with the new Hellmouth. And I’ve never written Kennedy before and really don’t remember what she was like or ever said. I do remember that she had a tongue ring and that’s about all. I think that’ll covers everything though.
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Buffy’s Room
Wednesday May 6, 2005
6:23 AM

“GOOD MORNING BE-A-UTIFUL SUNNYDALE!”

Buffy grumbled as her clock radio blared into the silence of her room. She was about to roll over to turn it off…hit the snooze…just make the noise stop, when she was distracted by a large warm hand reaching to the small of her back under the covers. The Slayer frowned when the hand, accompanied by a deep rumbling groan, pushed her closer to the offending noise.

“THE MARINE CEILING IS GONNA CLEAR AND WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A SUNNY INLAND SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA HIGH OF 92 DEEZGREES…”

“Clock Buff…”

She slit her eyes and poked her lip out, but when she turned her head slightly to let her bedmate see her contempt all she was met with was the peacefully relaxed face and oddly rumpled hair of Xander Harris. Buffy pouted again and swung her legs out of the bed, her eyes clearing and adjusting to the bright light that was filtering through her curtains while she fumbled with the clock. She turned off the radio and reset the alarm for fifteen minutes later before pushing herself out of bed. Buffy stretched while she padded to her closet to try to find something to wear to work.

She tried not to look back at Xander who had settled back into her bed. Hugging her pillow and being all warm and still allowed to be asleep. Stupid Xander. He was so lucky that she was such a nice person and had agreed to still be his friend; otherwise he’d be out on the street. Well, not out on the street. She could never do that to him, even if their break up had been his fault. Nobody told him to lie to her about, and she still cringed at the thought, Faith. She was Buffy’s worst enemy and he slept with her…so what if Buffy wasn’t even remotely interested in Xander at the time. It was the principle of the matter. And, just as such, nobody told Xander to let his lease run out when they did, in fact, start dating.

Well, that one had been Dawn’s fault mostly, and at the time, Buffy couldn’t think of anything wrong with the idea. After the First had been defeated they had started getting closer, based mostly on the mutual joy of having closed the Hellmouth finally and the shared grief over having lost somebody who they loved.

Xander loved Anya and had no qualms telling Buffy that. They had had numerous conversations about the subject of the reformed demons in their lives. But Buffy, and he finally believed her, denied loving Spike. She told him that she did feel…had felt, something for the vampire, but love…it wasn’t love. A lust based on innate hatred was probably closer.

And so they grew together. Buried the past and refounded a new kind of understanding for each other. A new respect. A new type friendship and gradually followed a natural line of progression in their relationship and by the time they started sleeping together Buffy had no problems with him not going back to his place at the end of the night. With all the time that he spent at the Summers' place already Xander’s apartment had simply turned into a glorified closet. “It smells like my Grandma’s house in here,” Dawn had commented on their final visit to his place to pack up the last of his things. It was only common sense that he follow Willow’s path and become the last Scooby to move to Revello Drive. So it was done. And Dawn was happy, Willow was giddy, and Buffy couldn’t contain her…joy…at her new roomie.

That was until five months ago when one of the conversations, that they still had, drifted into the topic of past lovers. Buffy confessed to five and scowled at Xander quick application of the ‘Rule of Three’, claiming that he had seen American Pie and that according to great cinema 5 meant at least 15. Her posture had closed and he had melted and apologized, hugged her c and and said he was just kidding around then joked, “You’re still really tight no matter what number you say.”

Xander loved the smile he got, but the breath halting kiss made him tingle from head to toe. But then with his answer of three, he was back in the dog house. “Who?” she had asked, “Me, Anya…Willow?!” His eyes had gone as wide as he went pale while he denied that. “Cordelia?” she asked next. He still had his arms around her at that point even though she was starting to sit up, but when he said no, with much less conviction, she pulled away completely.

“Faith,” he shrugged and tried to her her back to him. Talk about a no-go. Then came the shouting. “Faith was my mortal enemy until, like, two weeks ago,” she claimed in shock, “I can’t believe that you would do that.”

“And Spike was my best friend,” Xander countered sarcastically. Buffy hated when he got sarcastic when they were arguing.

“You always lie as long as it gets you what you want!”“And“And you think you have some type of hold on the past! You didn’t give a rat’s ass about who I was with! You had Angel!”

And so it escalated until Willow and Kennedy heard the noise and came into Buffy’s room to see them at each others throats. Not literally, or anything. When they fought it might look like they were going to come to blows, but all that meant was that Xander was going to be unconscious and have a black eye if he didn’t check what he was saying. But there was serious glaring and seething and Willow suggested that Xander sleep down on the couch. He had snatched Buffy’s comforter off the bed and watched the fire in her eyes with pleasant satisfaction…right before she said that he forgot his pillow and beamed it at the back of his head as he walked away. They were still finding feathers from when it exploded from the force of the impact.

When the dust had settled, Xander still had no apartment to go back to, and along with her and Willow, the situation financially was perfect for them to keep the house and the utilities while Dawn and Kennedy had jobs that handled the food and some basic extras; i.e. the Direct TV Xander had insisted on. So he helped pay the morgage and slept on the couch in the living room, as it seemed apparent from the thick tension and icy glares that he and Buffy probably couldn’t share the room unless they had a distinct desire to be on Cops. The Slayer had suggested with a tiny smirk that he could always move into the basement – he had lived in one before and the cot that was still down there was pretty comfortable…she knew. Xander shot her a matching smirk – yeah, both he and Anya could attest to that, too, he told her.

But they lived together, saw each other everyday and had been best friends for seven years. Had been in love for almost two and, gradually, it became apparent that avoiding each other wasn’t going to work as long as they were in the same house. One night Buffy had come back from one of the random patrols that she and Kennedy occasionally did, being the only two Slayers still stationed in Sunnydale, and found him setting up his mock bed on the couch. She initially rolled her eyes at him and headed into the kitchen to get something to drink, but on the way back she had stopped, regarded him, and sighed. “Just come sleep upstairs, Xan.” He had looked surprised and skeptical at the suggestion. “You work and help pay for this house, you at least deserve a bed.”

He had nodded and she left him to pack up his blankets before following her. She said that it was just until they figured out a more permanent arrangement and gave him permission to remodel the basement if he wanted. She had been sincere this time and he nodded as they climbed into, what had been, their bed.

That was five months ago.

They had broken up on the worst terms and somehow managed to rebuild an amicable friendship out of the flaming wreckage of their relationship. But Xander…he…he was Xander. And he was all warm, and cute and nice. And even after everything she would sometimes look at him and see that. When they would talk before they fell asleep it was just like when they had started dating, and she shouldn’t have kissed him that night just over four and a half months ago. But if she shouldn’t have kissed him he shouldn’t have done the same back, and he shouldn’t have kept d it, it, and doing it everywhere, until there was no other choice but to…

He shouldn’t have made love to her that time, gentle and sweet like the first time he had ever been a part of her like that. Or the time after that, when she had known beyond a shadow of a doubt that her heart was naked to him, bore again for him to see, only this time…these multiple times, without her permission. He shouldn’t have made love to her any of the times since they broke up. And yet she was sure it was pally lly her fault. She shouldn’t have let him, or initiated it, or try to set up situations where they were alone and could…

“You guys still sleep together,” Willow stated about three weeks after Buffy had insisted that Xander come room with her again. She and Xander were loud, to say the least, the night before and any attempts of the other people in the house to ignore what was going on between the Slayer and her ex were all but buried by that morning. Buffy had tried to pin it on the Slaying hormones, but Willow had been quick to rebuff with the fact that slaying now consisted of midnight strolls with her girlfriend, and unless the demons were in Papa Johns Pizza the world was safe and sound. Buffy had pouted at her friend.

So she and Xander still slept together some times. So what? It’s closure sex. The way Buffy figured it, if she ever wanted to date again, and she did, she had to get over Xander. She couldn’t move on without closure, could she? Of course not.

“Buff?” Xander sat up groggily when he felt her toss some clothes onto the bed on her way to the bathroom.

The Slayer whirled on the dazed young man and spoke suddenly, “We should start seeing other people.”

Xander’s already squinted eyes did so even more when his brow scrunched up in confusion. “Alright,” he said slowly and then yawned, smacking his lips. “But have you seen my yellow polo shirt? I’ve got a meeting this morning an…”

Buffy was smiling and congratulating herself. As far as she was concerned minimal answer was good as far as he was concerned, and she loved getting her way. “The yellow one?” she asked instead of voicing her mental babble. “The cobalt button down is better,” she told him, now form the confines of the bathroom. She turned on the water in the sink and started brushing her teeth. “I ironed it,” she spoke around her toothbrush and leant on the bathrom door frame to point to the wicker chair in the corner of her room, “wear that one.”

“Cool,” Xander smiled at her and received a foamy one back before she disappeared from the doorway again. “Thanks Buff.” He heard her mumble her acceptance before the door shut and the shower started.

Xander lay back against the pillows and shut his eyes for a few moments. He knew that the clock was going to sound any minute now so he decided against trying to get back to sleep, intent to just listen to the sounds of morning in the Summers house. She could here Dawn asking Kennedy to borrow a shirt and Willow’s sleepy footsteps shuffling down the hall toward the stairs.

“AND FALLING TO NUMBER THREE THIS WEEK ITS JUSTIN TIMBE…”

Xander rolled over to Buffy’s side of the bed and slapped the off button and groaned. There was nothing more than he would like to do than just lay in bed all day, preferably with Buffy and naked. He hummed at the thought, but was jerked back to reality when he heard the hall bathroom door shut and he scrambled out of bed. The worst part of living with three women in a house with exactly that many bathrooms was that shower time was scarce and, while he didn’t usually mind waiting for this , or waiting until the evening he thought that he should be at his best for his meeting. If it went well, he’d be the foreman for the new multi-million dollar mini mall in Anaheim, and that was not a job he wanted to sleep on.

He ran out of the master bedroom just in time to hear the hall shower start and headed for, what had been Buffy’s old room, but now belonged to Willow and Kennedy. He was hoping against hope that it was free and he thought he was in the clear when he saw the door open…just before a flash of red hair shot out of his peripheral to shut it in his face a second before he could get to it.

“Sorry Xan,” Willow’s muffled voice floated through the door and Xander sneered. He turned just in time to see Kennedy grinning at him and he slit his eyes at her laugh.

“You snooze, you loose Xander,” she laughed as he headed out of the room.

6:45. Xander shook his head and shut Buffy’s door behind him. Xander huffed and pulled his t-shirt over his head and headed to the closed bathroom door. “Buff?” he called and walked into the steamy bathroom while shoving his sweat pants down to the floor at the same time.

“What?”

“Shower buddy time,” he matched her scowl with a bright grin when he pulled the curtain back ste stepped inside with her.

“Jesus, Xander!” Buffy took a step further under the spray of the water to make room for him. She turned back to her task of shampooing her hair, “Don’t you knock.”

Xander studied her back as it was turned to him, grinning to himself as he watched the suds and water rivulets running down her back to her ass. “Don’t have to, already seen everything in here.” He heard Buffy’s huff of annoyance and dropped his hands to her hips, maneuvering the tiny woman to the back of the shower and replacing her underneath the spray. “Hand me the shampoo.”

Buffy did so much more harshly than necessary. “I think you just like seeing me naked,” she shoved her way past him back under the spray to rinse out her own hair.

“Nope,” Xander smirked but opened one eye to look her up and down again, knowing that she was watching him the whole time. “I like pissing you off. You like making me see you naked. Switch.”

Buffy grabbed her luffa and slid around him again to soap up. “What times your meeting?”

“Uhm,” Xander washed the soap out of his hair and then shook it, splashing Buffy with water in the process. “8:30. What time do you want us to see other people?”

“I’m serious about that Xander,” she insisted. Buffy really did try to look him in the eyes, but ended up following the motion of his hands while they moved the soap all over his chest and down his stomach and to his... She jerked her gaze back up to his in time to see his smirk.

“Now who’s staring at who, eh Pot?”

“This has to stop,” Buffy said with renewed conviction. “Switch. We can’t do this,” she gestured between the two of them over her shoulder from under the shower head. “Nobody is going to date us with we take showers together every morning.”

“It’s not every morning,” Xander denied as Buffy turned around to rinse off her back. “Some mornings if one of us is running late. And fine,” he added when she rolled her eyes. “You want to date other people, we’ll date other people. That’s why we’re not together, so we don’t have to ask permission to do anything.”

Buffy nodded and Xander spun her to the back of the shower again. “Good. That’s settled…”

“Do my back?” Xander asked, puppy dog eyes in place while handing Buffy his bar of soap. He smiled when she scowled but took it from him. “So, what’s the plan? You meet a guy, bring him home, and I just gotta promise to stay on my side of the bed?”

Buffy pushed him hard on the shoulder and Xander stumbled forward slightly. “You’re impossible...”

Xander was laughing when he tossed her a grin over his shoulder. “Joking Buff, jeez. I’m just saying…”

“I know what you’re just saying,” Buffy cut him off sharply. “And it’s at the expense of my opinion and…and my feelings…”

Xander quirked an eyebrow at her, “You’re just making stuff up as you go along.” Buffy almost growled at him and it made him smile a little bit brighter and she reached for the edge of the curtain. “Oh, wait!” he caught her by the wrist before she could step out of the shower.

“What Xander?” She was pissed and he was still smiling, the big dummy. She hated when he did that, and soon she was pulled into his arms as he wrapped them low around her waist. “You’re getting me all soapy,” she complained meekly while resting her hands on his chest and tracing small patterns there. She grinned at his groan when she arched against him and pressed her breasts against him firmly, and she received a rock of his hips against her stomach in response. Buffy bit her lip and looked up at him through her eyelashes, his gaze was darkening while he hardened against her…pressing her closer to him under the spray of the water.

Xander leant into the contrasting softness of Buffy against him and his voice dropped an octave of its own volition. “Well, I kinda got that meeting…”

“So?” Buffy was whispering, too. Looking up at him with that tiny half smile that… She moaned quietly when she felt him respond against her belly, now rocking gently against her to create a steamy, wet friction against her skin.

“I reeeally want the job,” he dropped his face down to the side of Buffy’s neck, just rubbing his mouth smoothly over the skin there. He heard and felt her grunt of acknowledgement. “Can I do my…” he slid his lips up to her cheek, lightly tracing her jaw with the tip of his tongue and he smiled against her skin when she whimpered, “…lucky thing?”

“Xan…” Buffy was slightly breathless in his arms and trying to fight the urge to turn into his lips, but, he guessed, despite her best efforts was rocking against him, digging her nails into the skin of his pecs.

He pulled back slightly from his spot kissing her throat one last time before looking her in the eyes, but staying close enough to feel her breath on his face. “Pweese Buffy,” he pouted at her before leaning down and claiming her lips. He teased her with a light smile, denying her when he felt her tongue press against his lips.

Buffy whimpered when he pulled back. “Fine…” she agreed weakly and reached up, weaving her fingers through his wet hair and pulling his face down to hers. Buffy caught his open, panting mouth with her own and licked into his mouth immediately, arching against him and grinding against the erection that was full fledged and pressed hard against her belly. She could feel her own arousal building by the throb between her legs and she rubbed her sex against the hard muscle of Xander’s thigh, his tongue heavy against her own and probing deep into her mouth.

“Good,” he whispered around their kisses. He pressed one last hard one against her that forced a submissive whimper out of the Slayer before he pulled back. “Turn around,” he smiled while studying Buffy’s flushed damp face and slightly swollen lips. He placed his hand on her hip again and gently guided her movement while taking up the forgotten bar of soap in his other .
.

Xander pressed himself against Buffy’s back and hunched down slightly to kiss the back of her neck. Buffy smiled and arched back against him, this time pressing her ass against his cock. She took a tiny step forward and stretched out her arms to balance herself against the tiled shower wall, and Xander followed her movement. He maintained her grip on her hip with one hand and slid the hand with the soap down her back, moving it in small circles on the way down until he reached the curve of her ass.

Buffy exhaled a deep breath when his hand slipped around to her front, starting high on her body and moving slowly down, following the same path that he had down her back. Xander kept stroking his tongue against the pulsing artery on the side of Buffy’s throat while his hand massaged her breast. She moaned when he pinched her nipple between his fingers before gripping her fully again and then sliding down over her taut stomach to her pussy. Xander undulated his hips against her back side while spending a few seconds moving his fingers over the thin strip of cropped hair at her slit before sliding past and over her clit. Buffy jerked back against him and bit her lip when he touched the throbbing peak of flesh.

“Why do you like doing this so much?” she licked her lips and tried to force her voice into as normal a tone as possible. She hated when he made her voice go all high, it meant that he was doing something right, and that she had given him the control because she *really* wanted it done again.

“I dunno,” Xander husked out and slipped the soap between Buffy’s legs from behind, making sure to rub his fingers past her opening lightly on the withdraw when his awaiting hand caught the bar in the front. “It’s sexy,” he murmured. Xander reached up and slid his hand over Buffy’s shoulder and caught her chin to turn her face to his, kissing her when she leant up to his lips. “And it brings me luck.”

“Hmmmmm…” Buffy closed her eyes and ground back against his erection, smiling at Xander’s gasp. “Know what else it does?” She reached between them and grasped his wet cock in a firm but gentle grip. Buffy bit her lip when Xander bent his knees some and moved with her when she guided the head through her folds.

“No…” he swallowed deeply and fought the urge to just push into her. “What?”

“Makes me wet,” she told him in his favorite Buffy voice. The seductive one that made him throb.

“Tho…thought that was the show….shower…”

“Feel that?” Buffy spread her legs apart more and teased her swollen clit with the head of his cock. It smoothed easily over her satin skin and her lower abdomen clenched to send down another wave of lubrication. “That’sohgod…” Buffy’s body clenched and jerked when Xander ground against her, pushing inside her body just the tiniest bit and holding, “That’s not shower wet…”

“Nmmhmmm,” Xander agreed and dropped the bar of soap to the shower floor, his hands falling back to her hips and holding while Buffy turned back for another kiss. “…better…”

“Yeahhhhhh…”

Xander slid inside of her body a fraction of an inch at a time and Buffy arched her back to fit him better, give him more access. He groaned and bit his lower lip, “Bend over some, Baby…” and Buffy did without hesitation or question.

“Deeper, Xan…” Buffy braced her, now bended arms on the slippery tile. “Pleasssee…” And there was nothing gentle about the way Xander pistoned back inside of her, pushing her soft internal flesh aside with his own hard heat and making her cry out from the sharp pleasure that it caused.

`*`*`

“BUFFY! I’M GOING THROUGH YOUR CLOSET!” Dawn yelled when she entered her big sister’s room. “I NEED THAT SKIRT YOU BOUGHT LAST…”

“OHyessssXannnn…therethere, uhgg…”

It was muffled when Dawn heard it through the still cracked bathroom door, but she was sure that it drowned out her announcement. The teenager blushed bright red and stopped dead in her tracks, not sure why she didn’t run screaming out of the room…out of the house and eventually the state, but she honed her ears with a smirk born of restricted laughter and listened, jumping when she thought she heard a wet slap over the sound of the water running.

She knew that deep rumble was a Xander moan, but tried to ignore the fact that the sound made all of her blood start to pound in her veins. Her heart was thumping in her ears and…whoa… There was thumping in a lot of other interesting places too…and that was definitely a slap. And another one that was followed by a high pitched Buffy squeal.

“Do it again!” the demand followed by a strangled laugh and another slapping noise.

“SoGOOD!! GODBuff…Buffyyesss. Come on, BUFFY! FEEL IT! God, Buffy, I can’t…”

Dawn inhaled a shaky breath and tried to steady her hand as she resumed her original task of searching Buffy’s closet. For two people who supposedly hated each other a few months ago, they sure had a lot of sex. And seemed to like it.

“HARDER XANDER!!” Dawn winced at her sister’s panting demand. “DO IT HARDER AND DON’T STOP…DON’TSTOPPLEASEEE…”

“I’m just gonna take it then,” Dawn called out meekly. “Cool?” Her answer came in a growl from Xander and the sound of a loud thump against the wall. “Ok…” She made short work of finding Buffy’s new skirt and pulling it out of the closet. Dawn stumbled over her feet and braced herself on the door knob before she slammed into the wall, turning with the blow and falling into the hall slamming the door shut behind her.

`*`*`

“You hear som…thing? Hear something?” Xander was moving fast, one hand braced on Buffy’s hip to pull her back every time he thrust forward while the other held its position on the small of Buffy’s back. She was tight and hot and surging all around him and it was all he could do to focus on the secondary noises of his surroundings to not cum inside her right now.

Buffy slid a hand away from the wall and down her side until she was able to reach behind her and latch onto his hip in a bruising hold to help him slam into her. “No Baby…there’s nothing there,” she tossed wet hair over her shoulder and turned to see his face, eyes open and dark and studying the water speckles on her back. “Just keep going…keep going…”

Her breath came in fast huffs that matched Xander’s behind her. She loved how stretched and full she felt. The tingling spreading out all over her body and making her knees shake, but still unwilling to give out because she wanted to keep him inside. Wanted Xander to keep stabbing into her and pushing against her g-spot so hard that it made her belly quiver and tighten and her vaginal muscles shoot out sparks of mind numbing pleasure. Buffy loved feeling him inside of her…loved when he took her from behind. And Xander loved when she told him, not even in words sometimes, but any vocal response that relayed her pleasure with his body.

The hand on her back wandered forward and soon she was being yanked back to him with a brutal force and held in place by her hip and her right breast. He sometimes still got a little over zealous with the boob grabbing and had to be reminded that they were, in fact, still hooked to her body, but know his roughness felt nothing short of perfect. The pressure building and pounding through both their bodies. Xander could feel her tiny spasms and she could feel him pulse within her sodden swollen walls.

Xander’s hand tweaked her nipple and switched sides giving her other breast the same treatment before gliding jerkily down over her quivering stomach and back to her pussy. He immediately found her erect clit and pinched it. That did it and Buffy shoved back hard against him, crying out and squeezing his cock inside of her. His erection was heavy and pounding and when she tightened around it in a slippery vice everything compressed and exploded. “Buffbuffbuffy…yeahyesss…” He kept pounding inside of her as he came in blindingly hard spurts. He was soaring and complete and Buffy was still working herself on him, heightening his pleasure while she worked on her release.”

“Stay in Xander…almost there. Just stay…” She was begging him and replaced both hands back on the shower wall to push back harder, working together with Xander’s hands coaxing her body closer to the edge. Up and down, she ground against his softening penis and then…small circles with hard thrusts back, again and again…all of a sudden, it hit her. Buffy gasped at the sensation that tore through her and her eyes rolled back and fluttered closed in an expression that Xander loved, but she didn’t allow him the pleasure of seeing this time. She couldn’t even scream, let alone muster up the coherency to call his name, so her mouth simply fell open in a high pitched cry that melted into blissful silence while her hips continued to rock against him.

Xander was shaking through his grin as Buffy went slack. She moved forward slowly and let his dick slide from inside of her and pressed her body against the cool tiles while she collected herself. “Good luck,” she smiled sincerely and slightly groggily over her shoulder, but yelped in surprise when Xander pulled her away from the wall and back into his arms. He grinned crookedly and leant down this time kissing her softly in opposition to the hard kisses they had shared just moments before. Their mouths moved slowed against each others, nipping with a wet luxurious abandon that Buffy hummed in rhythm to while he sucked on her tongue.

“More washing?” he asked with a breathy chuckle when Buffy’s fingers scratched up his chest and over his nipples.

“Do my back,” she smirked at him before stepping back under the spray of the water.

“Already did…”

`*`*`

The Kitchen
7:45

“Dawn! Are you almost ready?!” Buffy bound down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Her little sister glanced up at her before blushing and averting her eyes. “Yeah,” she said distractedly around another spoon of cereal. “I’m almost done.”

“Is that my skirt?” Buffy’s brow furrowed as she approached the kitchen island that Dawn was sitting at.

“Um, yeah,” Dawn gulped and slid off of her stool to head for the kitchen just as Willow replaced her in the seat with a smile. “I borrowed it…this morning,” the teen turned to face her sister. Now it was Buffy’s turn to blush and Dawn’s turn to beam. “I, uh…hope you don’t mind. I mean I tried to ask you…”

“She probably couldn’t hear you over all the screaming,” Kennedy laughed as she walked into the kitchen conversation. “YES XANDER! OH GOD! THERE!” The younger slayer bent down and brushed a peck against Willow’s grin. “What? You two save that up all night?”

Buffy scowled. “Whatever you guys think. You’re completely wrong.”

“So you didn’t have lots of sex in the shower this morning with Xander?” Willow asked good naturedly.

“As a matter of fact,” Buffy reached over her friend’s plate of toast and took a piece. “No. We were discussing seeing other people.”

“And then his whowho fell inside of you?” Dawn questioned with a skeptical smirk while crossing her arms.

Buffy’s face turned up but it was Kennedy who asked. “Whowho?”

Dawn blushed, “I don’t like saying things like that,” she said quickly. “Some of the Summers girls aren’t keen on screaming dirty things.” She hurried out of the kitchen and up the stairs to get her things for school.

Buffy rolled her eyes at her sister’s back and then at Willow when she pushed her plate with the last piece of toast on it to her.

“You probably need the strength.”

“I’m going to eat this to spite you,” Buffy snatched up the rest of the breakfast. “And not because I need strength. This is purely spite, missy.”

“So what was the verdict?” Kennedy asked while Buffy finished off Willow’s glass of juice. “Of the ‘discussion’?” she air quoted.

Buffy swallowed with a grin, “We decided that we are.”

“Dating again?” Willow nodded.

“Seeing other people,” Buffy said dryly. “Once we find other people, we’ll be seeing them.”

Dawn bounced back down the stairs with her books in hand. “So after all that you guys decided to cheat on each other.”

“It’s not cheating,” Buffy countered with a frown. “You have to be together to cheat. And we’re not. We’re separate.”

“Separate who still live together.” Dawn pointed out.

“Sleep together.” Buffy turned her glare to Kennedy.

“Spend all their free time alone to get” Dawn tossed in.

“Check in with each other.”

“Clean up after each other.”

“Call each other pet names.” All of the girls laughed at Buffy’s expression when she tried to glare at all of them at once.

“And can’t seem to stop having sex,” Willow offered and slid off of the stool on her way back to the toaster. “You two’ll make a lovely catch for two people who don’t mind their significant others being in love with other people.”

“Pfft,” Buffy shook her head and heard Xander’s heavy steps on the wood stairs. “Love. Nobody’s in love,” she argued. “We did break up for a reason, you guys.”

“Yeah,” Kennedy leant on the counter. “He lost his virginity, was it?”

“That bastard,” Willow arched a brow and reclaimed her seat with fresh toast. “Having sex five years ago.”

“Morning ladies,” Xander beamed from the stairs and the three other non-Buffy women shook their heads at his giddiness. “Mmmm, toast!” Xander hopped into the kitchen and immediately to Willow’s plate. She tried with no avail to slap him hand away, but he still stole a piece and bit it into it before she could get in back. “Manks Ills,” he mumbled around his mouthful and smiled at her frown.

He held the whole piece of toast with mouth while attempting to adjust his tie with both hands. “Hey!” he tried to protest when Buffy snatched what was left from his teeth and offered it back to Willow.

“No thanks,” the red head gave her a tight smile and shook her head.

Buffy shrugged and finished the piece, smiling at Xander’s glare. Willow watched the exchange and made a quick grab for the last piece of her toast and shoved the whole thing in her mouth despite both Dawn and Kennedy’s laughter. Willow found it a little disturbing that even with all of the SiTs gone keeping a meal for yourself in this house, especially around Buffy or Xander, could be the equivalent of going spear fishing in shark infested waters. Spear, take, and get out of the water, because once the sharks came around life and limb was at risk for the catch.

“What are you doing?” Buffy turned back to Xander in mid chew, swatting his hands away from his neck. “Wear the charcoal tie,” she pulled the one he had on over his neck, “Not this green thing.”

“Charcoal?” Xander nodded in mock understanding.

“Dark gray, Colorblind boy.” They smiled at each other. “It’s on the back of the closet door.”

“Right,” Xander smiled. “She takes good care of me” The smile he aimed at his other housemate was genuinely pleased as he turned and ran up the stairs.

Buffy watched him go and felt all the eyes of the occupants of the room on her. “What?!”

“Nothin Mrs. Cleaver,” Kennedy commented and was the only one who tried to fight her laughter. “Hey, don’t you need to need to take the Beave to school now?”

Dawn suddenly became silent, “I’m not the Beave!”

Willow snickered, “Yeah, and she needs a pearl necklace…”

“Oh no,” Kennedy shot Buffy an evil smirk. “From what I walked in on in the basement she got that yesterday.”

Dawn’s brow furrowed and Willow went wide eyed and red.

“I don’t even know what that means,” Buffy said quickly, but couldn’t control her own blush. Nobody had been home when she and Xander had arrived yesterday, and she hadn’t even heard anybody on the stairs…

“Huh?”

“Go to the car Dawn.” Buffy said in hopes of dismissing the conversation.

“You got a pearl necklace in the basement? Why is that…IS THAT A SEX THING?!”

“Car Dawn. Go there.”

“Broken English,” Dawn nodded as she headed out the back door to the driveway. “It’s a sex thing.” She turned suddenly and faced her sister with a serious expression. “If you don’t tell me these things I’m just going to learn them on the street.”

“Don’t discount TV. I learned from TV.” Buffy smiled at her and Dawn frowned. “Car,” she pointed.

“Just hurry up,” the teen slit her eyes and left.

Xander bounced back down the stairs with the tie in hand. “Got it. Can you help?” he smiled at Buffy and she returned the gesture. He stood in front of her and tilted his head to the ceiling while she adjusted the fabric around his neck and finished by straightening his collar and brushing the non-existent lint from his shoulders.

“All set,” she grinned at him. “Total hottie.”

“Yeah, Xan.” Willow nodded gave him a warm smile. “You’re all grown up and sophisticated looking.”

“Well,” Xander ducked his head in mock embarrassment and twirled a lock of his hair around his finger, “You sure do know how to flatter a fella.”

“Fella?” Kennedy quirked a brow at his display.

“You know it baby.” Xander took the jacket the Buffy had retrieved from the back of the basement door and his hard hat from her. “Ok guys. Wish me Site Forman.” He crossed his fingers and Willow saluted him.

“Go get us some more moola,” his best friend smiled innocently.

“I second that,” Buffy tossed in, but her smile held more honesty that he slit his eyes at.

“You’re lucky I like you else I won’t let you use me like this.”

“Oh, you’d let me use you anyway I want,” Buffy could resist that, but immediately regretted it when Willow’s girlfriend snickered.

“True, true,” Xander nodded. “Well, I’m out.” He impulsively dropped down and pressed a kiss on Buffy’s lips. She started to pull away, but then settled into the slightly lingering caress when his tongue flicked against hers lightly. “See you,” he whispered when he pulled away, but Buffy just gulped and nodded. “Bye guys,” he waved and headed out the front door.

“Bye,” Buffy repeated quickly and all but ran out of the back exit.

“I would say that more money would mean that he could move out. You know, help with the ‘seeing other people’ plan they worked out.” Kennedy commented off handedly.

“Right,” Willow nodded and gathered her papers and textbooks. “He’s living with his girlfriend and he’s going to move out.”

“But their not dating!” the teenaged Slayer said in faux confusion.

Willow smiled and followed her girlfriend out of the front door. “C’mon,” she laughed. “I’ll drop you off at work and explain the wonders of denial on the way.”

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The End