The Morning After
Rating: R due to language
Disclaimer: These Characters are not mine. I wish they were, but I am not that lucky, nor am I that rich
Beta'd by Sajinn
Feedback is desperately needed. If not, I will keep writing badly and keep posting them.
Set Season 6. After "Hell's Bells" Willow and Tara are together, though.
This is written in Xander's POV.
Chapter 1
I cannot believe my life on the Hellmouth. Just as soon as I think I've seen everything, fate rips me a new one. I mean mummies, bug people, vampires, werewolves, demons of every sort, I've seen 'em all. Hell, I even tried to make out with a few of them- Ampata, Ms. French, Cordelia, Anya. I know, I know, Cordelia is not a monster from hell—but if we'd been anywhere but here, would I have even had a chance with her? I think not.
Then there's Anya… I hurt her so badly, walking out of our own wedding like that. I taught her how to be human, and I guess that was my last lesson. I did love her- I do love her still, but not in an "I want to spend the rest of my life with you" sort of way. I thought that I did, but all of that wedding stuff just got to me.
I think I would have gone through with the wedding if we'd gone in the direction I wanted- small, just the Scoobies. But no, Anya wanted a lavish affair. I don't fault her for that, but seeing my parents was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. I admit, at least to myself, my family is extremely fucked up. The way they acted before the ceremony made me realize that I have no idea what a good marriage is supposed to be. I couldn't put Anya or myself through that kind of hell. We have enough here, no use adding more.
I guess you're wondering what brought on this rant. To tell you the truth, I don't know. Really—I have no memory of what made me want to spill my guts. All I know is that the guys from work took me out last night. Seeing as how I didn't want to be alone in my apartment, I stayed longer than I should've. We went to a bar, and I guess I had a few too many. The guys were cheering me up, and I couldn't not take them up on their offer of more and more free beer. Well, I guess I could have stopped, but that would have been very unmanly.
After my 5th (or maybe the 10th) round, I draw a blank. I have no idea how I got home, and I really have no idea how Buffy came to be in bed with me. Yup that's right. Buffy is sleeping next to me, and let me check… yup, we're nekkid. At least I know I am, and Buffy doesn't seem to be wearing a top. Contrary to what y'all are thinking, I'm a gentleman, and it seems icky to look too closely into this situation.
Now what's so bad about having Buffy in my bed? I mean this was my fantasy all through high school. The thing is, I don't know how or why she's here. Did we? Didn't we? Was it so bad I've repressed it? Was it so good it blew my mind? Was she under some big, bad mojo, or what? Yes I have to think the worst, because do you really think she would want me after all these years? Ok, gotta get up. Done. Gotta find shorts. Where are the damn shorts? Oh, here they are, all the way across the room. Gotta pee. Shit! Buffy's waking up, what do I say? What do I do?
"Good morning Xander. Xander? What are *you* doing in *my* room?" Buffy looked around. "Better question, why am *I* in *your* bed?....AND Naked?! Turn around! Where are my clothes?"
I handed her a top hanging from my dresser. She found her pants nearby, quickly dressing and thereby increasing the tension markedly. One of us had to speak first, and of course, it would be me.
"I guess an explanation is going to be tough, Buff. I have no idea about what's going on any more than you. The last thing I remember is singing "Sweet Home Alabama" with the guys from work. What about you?"
"Um... I was patrolling, you know the usual, and I thought I went home. I need to get back and check on Dawn." She left in a rush, completely avoiding me, and I could tell she wasn't telling the whole truth.
Rating: R due to language
Disclaimer: These Characters are not mine. I wish they were, but I am not that lucky, nor am I that rich
Beta'd by Sajinn
Feedback is desperately needed. If not, I will keep writing badly and keep posting them.
Set Season 6. After "Hell's Bells" Willow and Tara are together, though.
This is written in Xander's POV.
Chapter 1
I cannot believe my life on the Hellmouth. Just as soon as I think I've seen everything, fate rips me a new one. I mean mummies, bug people, vampires, werewolves, demons of every sort, I've seen 'em all. Hell, I even tried to make out with a few of them- Ampata, Ms. French, Cordelia, Anya. I know, I know, Cordelia is not a monster from hell—but if we'd been anywhere but here, would I have even had a chance with her? I think not.
Then there's Anya… I hurt her so badly, walking out of our own wedding like that. I taught her how to be human, and I guess that was my last lesson. I did love her- I do love her still, but not in an "I want to spend the rest of my life with you" sort of way. I thought that I did, but all of that wedding stuff just got to me.
I think I would have gone through with the wedding if we'd gone in the direction I wanted- small, just the Scoobies. But no, Anya wanted a lavish affair. I don't fault her for that, but seeing my parents was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. I admit, at least to myself, my family is extremely fucked up. The way they acted before the ceremony made me realize that I have no idea what a good marriage is supposed to be. I couldn't put Anya or myself through that kind of hell. We have enough here, no use adding more.
I guess you're wondering what brought on this rant. To tell you the truth, I don't know. Really—I have no memory of what made me want to spill my guts. All I know is that the guys from work took me out last night. Seeing as how I didn't want to be alone in my apartment, I stayed longer than I should've. We went to a bar, and I guess I had a few too many. The guys were cheering me up, and I couldn't not take them up on their offer of more and more free beer. Well, I guess I could have stopped, but that would have been very unmanly.
After my 5th (or maybe the 10th) round, I draw a blank. I have no idea how I got home, and I really have no idea how Buffy came to be in bed with me. Yup that's right. Buffy is sleeping next to me, and let me check… yup, we're nekkid. At least I know I am, and Buffy doesn't seem to be wearing a top. Contrary to what y'all are thinking, I'm a gentleman, and it seems icky to look too closely into this situation.
Now what's so bad about having Buffy in my bed? I mean this was my fantasy all through high school. The thing is, I don't know how or why she's here. Did we? Didn't we? Was it so bad I've repressed it? Was it so good it blew my mind? Was she under some big, bad mojo, or what? Yes I have to think the worst, because do you really think she would want me after all these years? Ok, gotta get up. Done. Gotta find shorts. Where are the damn shorts? Oh, here they are, all the way across the room. Gotta pee. Shit! Buffy's waking up, what do I say? What do I do?
"Good morning Xander. Xander? What are *you* doing in *my* room?" Buffy looked around. "Better question, why am *I* in *your* bed?....AND Naked?! Turn around! Where are my clothes?"
I handed her a top hanging from my dresser. She found her pants nearby, quickly dressing and thereby increasing the tension markedly. One of us had to speak first, and of course, it would be me.
"I guess an explanation is going to be tough, Buff. I have no idea about what's going on any more than you. The last thing I remember is singing "Sweet Home Alabama" with the guys from work. What about you?"
"Um... I was patrolling, you know the usual, and I thought I went home. I need to get back and check on Dawn." She left in a rush, completely avoiding me, and I could tell she wasn't telling the whole truth.