Title: What It Feels Like For A Girl
Author: Beach Blonde Babe
Summary: Xander plays dress up at Dawn's insistence, but after a spat with Anya, badness ensues
Rating: I don't know exactly how graphic I'm going to get, but I'll just be on the safe side and give it an R for now.
Pairing: S/X, with mentions of Anya/X
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just playing with them. They belong to people richer and more powerful than me.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just let me know first.
Feedback: I need it to survive
Warnings: Will eventually be slash, there will also be silliness and fluffiness, and some angst and h/c. Just a little bit of everything, y'know?
A/N: I know I should be working on Pieces of You, but this idea struck me as I was watching Conan O'Brien last week, and it's been driving me crazy ever since. I hope you like it!
A/N 2: The earliest reference I can find to Spike living with Xander is "Hush." If you can correct me, please do. Thus, this takes place post-"Hush." You can put it pretty much anywhere you want it to be after that. Oh, and Dawn exists, for the purpose of this story, and Tara is in it too, 'cause I like Tara :).
A/N 3: Last one, I swear. *____* means emphasis (kinda like italics). //_____// or \\_____\\ or ||________|| are thoughts.
Part I
"Please, Xander? For me??" Huge, innocent brown eyes peered up into darker ones as Dawn Summers begged her sister's friend. Xander winced and looked away.
"No Dawn." He shook his head and crossed his arms, not looking Dawn in the eye. "No way, no how, nuh unh." He didn't dare look. Dawn stepped closer and hugged him. Dang it.
"Please, Xan? It's my birthday. You'd only have to wear it for one night." She hugged tighter. "A few hours, at most." She leaned her head on his chest. "Pleeeeeeeease?"
"Doggone it." He sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have taught you the puppy eyes." He sighed again, and Dawn grinned. Xander nodded, and Dawn squealed and wrapped her arms around Xander's waist.
"Love you Xan." Dawn let go, and bounded up the stairs to get ready. Xander groaned, rolled his eyes, and looked at the ceiling.
"Why me? Why is it always me?"
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"Because you can't say no to a girl!" Anya was pissed. Xander had seen the look in her eyes before, when she was ranting and raving about getting her pendant back. He just sat on his bed, watching her pace back and forth. "There is no way you are going to do this. I don't care if it's her birthday. You're mine, and I don't want to share!" Xander hung his head, shaking it slightly. How could he get her to understand.
"Ahn, you're not sharing me. Well, you are, but not in the way you're thinking." He chuckled slightly. The way Anya was thinking was the way she was always thinking. "You're sharing me as a friend. These people are my friends. Remember? We talked about this concept before." He patted the side of the bed, motioning for her to sit down. She crossed over and sat, leaning against him as he wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"But what if they want to give you orgasms?" Xander stifled a laugh at that. She just didn't get it. "I want to be the only person who gives you orgasms." Xander tightened the arm around her.
"You are, Ahn." He grimaced slightly. "Believe me, you are. Now don't worry. I'll be back before midnight. I'll be with a bunch of girls." He stood, and a grim though dawned on him. "Believe me, absolutely *nothing* will happen."
Anya didn't hear the last part of Xander's lament. All she heard was "be with a bunch of girls." She stood up in a fury. "I can't believe you, Alexander Harris! You would leave me here alone to be with a group of girls who won't even please you sexually?" She turned on her heel, and stormed up the basement steps. "I'm leaving. Don't try to follow me." Xander heard the door slam, and he fell back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling."
"Why me? Why, why why?"
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"Because you love me, that's why. Now hold still. I don't want to smear it." Xander sat on Buffy's bed, surrounded by his best friends in the whole world. Buffy stood to his left, with a little brush that reminded Xander of a mini paintbrush. It was covered in pink. Willow was to his right, with a little bottle of red and an even smaller mini paintbrush. Tara, Willow's new - friend, was sitting behind him, gelling his mop of chocolate brown hair down to his head. Dawn was planted in front of him, holding a tiny black pencil. Said pencil was jamming into his eye as Dawn spoke to him. He flinched, and Dawn placed her hands on her hips. "What did I tell you about moving?"
"Okay, but see, Dawnie, you're jabbing my eye out. One Eyed Xan, not so much a good look for me." He received a glare for his troubles, and Dawn went back to jabbing. Buffy finished with the little brush, and moved for the little red tube.
"Open your mouth, Xan." Buffy popped open the tube and twisted. A thin column of red appeared, and Xander made a face.
"Eew, Buff." He felt Dawn grab a hold of his cheeks to steady him. "I didn't know you were supposed to eat it." Buffy sighed and rolled her eyes. Boys could be so stupid sometimes.
"No, doofus. It just helps to put it on more evenly when your mouth is open." She stood, one hand on hip, one hand holding the lipstick suspiciously like a stake. Xander eyed the small tube dubiously. He sighed, and opened his mouth.
"There! Done." All four girls backed away and looked at him. Willow grinned, and nudged Tara, who scurried into the bathroom. Dawn squealed, and went to go find a hand mirror. Buffy and Willow each grabbed one of Xander's hands and led him into Joyce's room. Mrs. Summers sat patiently on the bed, hands folded on her lap, smiling graciously. She stood, and hugged Xander tight.
"Thank you so much, Xander. You've made Dawnie very happy." She let go, and motioned him into the dressing area, closing the doors behind him.
Xander gasped as he saw was was awaiting him. Laid out was a razor and some shaving cream. He turned, and tried to wrestle the door open. It wouldn't budge. He peeped through the keyhole, and saw Buffy holding the handle. He called out through the door, "No fair using Slayer strength, Buff!"
She just chuckled, and called back, "Shut up and shave, Xan!" He grumbled, and opened the can of cream.
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An hour later, the door swung open, and all five girls were standing in wait. Xander emerged, and the girls let out a squeal of excitement. Xander stood, wearing a tight red shirt covering a stuffed bra, and revealing a bare midriff. His legs were incased in calf high black boots, complete with heels that made Xander wobble when he walked. Black stockings led the way up his thighs to a black mini skirt that barely covered the red thong riding up Xander's ass. He glared at each one of the women in front of him.
"I hate you all." He looked first at Dawn. "I'm returning your birthday gift." She smirked, but he continued. "It was a car." Her eyes widened, and she looked at Buffy. Xander looked at Buffy too. "I'm going to tell Giles who actually ripped the Pergamam Codex." He turned his gaze on Willow. "You. You get the silent treatment, missy." Tara and Joyce got a two for one glare. "I can't do anything mean to you, 'cause you're too nice." They smiled, but he held up a finely manicured hand. "But there will be glares. Oh boy, will there be glares." They all held their breath as Xander continued to glare at them all, and then exhaled audibly as Xander held out his arms for a hug. They swarmed him, and Willow whispered into his ear. "One last surprise, oh best friend 'o' mine." Tara held out her hands, and Xander blanched at what he saw.
A wig, dark and luxurious, awaited him. It was long, and was done in very loose curls, with soft bangs at the front. On a woman, it would look beautiful. On Xander . . . . He shuddered, and accepted his fate. They placed it on him, and handed him a mirror. He beheld his appearance. Hmmm. Not too shabby, for a guy. After a very good shave, he had no shadow of any kind on his face. His jaw was a little too square, but his eyelashes made up for his lack of femininity. He put the mirror down, and looked to Dawn. "Only for you, Dawnster. Only for you."
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Xander sighed. He was sitting alone at a table at the Bronze with a beer in front of him. The place was swarming with a horde of squealing teenaged girls, all of whom were now packing the dance floor in honor of Dawn's 16th birthday. Buffy was outside patrolling, keeping the place vamp free, Willow and Tara were out shimmying and shaking (and chaperoning) on the dance floor, and Joyce was sitting up on the second floor, watching from afar so she wouldn't embarass Dawn. Xander leaned his chin on his hand and jumped back as he felt a false nail poke him. He grumbled, and then leaned his cheek into his palm. He started as he felt a hand on his shoulder, and a deep voice rumbled into his ear.
"H'llo luv. What's a manly looking piece of meat doing in a place like this?" The hand vacated the premises, and Spike slid into a chair next to him. Xander rolled his eyes and sighted. Great. Just what he needed.
"Hi Spike. Can't say I'm glad to see you." Spike chuckled, and looked Xander up and down. Xander instinctively brought his legs together and crossed his arms over his chest. "Stop it. That's incredibly disturbing." Spike grinned - leered is more like it - and glanced onto the dance floor.
"What gives, then? Why're you all dolled up," Spike paused for dramatic effect, and then peered at Xander out of the corner of his eye before finishing with "Doll?" Xander groaned, and dropped his wigged head onto the table.
"God, what'd I do to deserve this? Don't answer that." He lifted his head, and shot Spike a dirty look. "Dawn wanted me to come to her party, but I told her I didn't want to be the only girl. So, this." Spike stared at him blankly for a few seconds, before bursting into loud, obnoxious peals of laughter.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you to becareful of what you wish for, you ponce?" he said when he had recovered enough to speak. "I mean, really, you should know by now, all the time you spend with them chits." Xander just shrugged and downed more of his beer.
"Yeah, well, now I know." He took another gulp before continuing. "So why're you here? Not that I'm not enjoying this oh-so-stimulating conversation, but teen hangouts aren't usually your scene." Spike stiffened slightly, but Xander caught it. He saw Spike's eyes search for an answer, as we stammered.
"Well. I. Y'see. There was-. Good beer-. Oh bloody hell." He sighed, and flagged down a waitress. "Beer, please." He turned back to Xander. "I came to make sure nothing happened to the Bit." Xander stared blankly, with one eyebrow upturned in question. "The Nibblet." More blank looks from the whelp. "Dawn." Comprehension came to Xander after a few seconds. He smiled widely, batting his eyes without even realizing it.
"Oh my God! You care!" Xander grinned. Had he not been wearing heels, he would be dancing and pointing. Well, he could shift in his seat and point. "You want Dawn to have a happy birthday! Spike has feelings, Spike has feelings!" he chanted in a sing-song voice. Spike growled and placed his hands on top of Xander's pinning them to the table. "Pipe down, you git. I don't think the people in Siberia heard you!" Xander stared at him with an odd expression on his face.
Spikes hands. On his. Gah. They felt. Double gah. //Not having these thoughts right now, Xan.// A voice broke him out of his reverie.
"Uh, Spike? You know that's Xander you're hand-holding, right?" Buffy looked at the two men worriedly. She watched Spike pull away in horror.
"Gah! Uh, what, then? Xander? Donut Boy? That you?" Spike feigned ignorance badly. Xander decided to play along. He chuckled, and grinned at Buffy.
"Seeing this reaction was worth the grossness of touching him." Spike suddenly looked sincerely shocked, and a bit hurt.
"Hey! I was the one who had to think about kissing you!" A set of green eyes and a set of brown eyes turned to meet his blue ones, which were suddenly wide with fear. "That is, er, when he was a chit." Buffy glared at him. "I mean, a bird." A glare from Xander. "You know what I mean." His eyes darted left, then right. "Gotta dash. It's been a slice." And with that, he made his hasty retreat from the club. By this time, Willow and Tara had rejoined them, and were sitting and watching with amusement as the big, bad, nasty master vampire was reduced to a stammering school boy. Buffy took a seat at the table, while Xander watched Spike retreat. He turned back to his favorite group of girls, and grinned.
"You know, I don't know what you all complain about. Being a girl is fun!" Two sets of eyes hardened into ice instantly, and Tara smiled at Xander in pity. Xander gulped, realizing what he had done, what he had unleashed. This time, Xander was the one to search for an exit, but he found none, and was soon bombarded with screeches from Buffy and Willow.
"Oh my Goddess! I can't believe you would say that! You have no idea what we go through! All the cramps, and the makeup every day, and image issues! Ugh!" Tara placed a hand on Willow's arm, trying to calm her. Buffy took over.
"I should kick your ass all the way back home Alexander LaVelle Harris! That was one of the stupidest things you could have ever said. Grr!" She sat back, crossing her arms. "I don't know if I can ever speak to you again."
Xander decided that this was the appropriate time to try to save himself. "Look, guys, I didn't mean that. I opened my mouth before I thought. I'm sorry. Can you ever forgive me?" He decided to try out his patented puppy eyes, a secret he had only shared with Dawn. Buffy flinched, but Willow didn't crack.
"Oh no, Xander Harris! You're not getting away that easily!" Xander could have sworn that there was *actual* fire in Willow's eyes as she continued. "You have no idea what we go through. I wish you could just undertand what being a girl *really* feels like!"
Up on the second story, in a shadowy corner, far from the group of bickering teens, a woman sat alone at a table. She smiled, fingering a small pendant at her neck, and, in a gravely yet feminine voice, growled out, "Done."
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Dun dun dun! More coming soon, hopefully. . .
Author: Beach Blonde Babe
Summary: Xander plays dress up at Dawn's insistence, but after a spat with Anya, badness ensues
Rating: I don't know exactly how graphic I'm going to get, but I'll just be on the safe side and give it an R for now.
Pairing: S/X, with mentions of Anya/X
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just playing with them. They belong to people richer and more powerful than me.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just let me know first.
Feedback: I need it to survive
Warnings: Will eventually be slash, there will also be silliness and fluffiness, and some angst and h/c. Just a little bit of everything, y'know?
A/N: I know I should be working on Pieces of You, but this idea struck me as I was watching Conan O'Brien last week, and it's been driving me crazy ever since. I hope you like it!
A/N 2: The earliest reference I can find to Spike living with Xander is "Hush." If you can correct me, please do. Thus, this takes place post-"Hush." You can put it pretty much anywhere you want it to be after that. Oh, and Dawn exists, for the purpose of this story, and Tara is in it too, 'cause I like Tara :).
A/N 3: Last one, I swear. *____* means emphasis (kinda like italics). //_____// or \\_____\\ or ||________|| are thoughts.
Part I
"Please, Xander? For me??" Huge, innocent brown eyes peered up into darker ones as Dawn Summers begged her sister's friend. Xander winced and looked away.
"No Dawn." He shook his head and crossed his arms, not looking Dawn in the eye. "No way, no how, nuh unh." He didn't dare look. Dawn stepped closer and hugged him. Dang it.
"Please, Xan? It's my birthday. You'd only have to wear it for one night." She hugged tighter. "A few hours, at most." She leaned her head on his chest. "Pleeeeeeeease?"
"Doggone it." He sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have taught you the puppy eyes." He sighed again, and Dawn grinned. Xander nodded, and Dawn squealed and wrapped her arms around Xander's waist.
"Love you Xan." Dawn let go, and bounded up the stairs to get ready. Xander groaned, rolled his eyes, and looked at the ceiling.
"Why me? Why is it always me?"
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"Because you can't say no to a girl!" Anya was pissed. Xander had seen the look in her eyes before, when she was ranting and raving about getting her pendant back. He just sat on his bed, watching her pace back and forth. "There is no way you are going to do this. I don't care if it's her birthday. You're mine, and I don't want to share!" Xander hung his head, shaking it slightly. How could he get her to understand.
"Ahn, you're not sharing me. Well, you are, but not in the way you're thinking." He chuckled slightly. The way Anya was thinking was the way she was always thinking. "You're sharing me as a friend. These people are my friends. Remember? We talked about this concept before." He patted the side of the bed, motioning for her to sit down. She crossed over and sat, leaning against him as he wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"But what if they want to give you orgasms?" Xander stifled a laugh at that. She just didn't get it. "I want to be the only person who gives you orgasms." Xander tightened the arm around her.
"You are, Ahn." He grimaced slightly. "Believe me, you are. Now don't worry. I'll be back before midnight. I'll be with a bunch of girls." He stood, and a grim though dawned on him. "Believe me, absolutely *nothing* will happen."
Anya didn't hear the last part of Xander's lament. All she heard was "be with a bunch of girls." She stood up in a fury. "I can't believe you, Alexander Harris! You would leave me here alone to be with a group of girls who won't even please you sexually?" She turned on her heel, and stormed up the basement steps. "I'm leaving. Don't try to follow me." Xander heard the door slam, and he fell back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling."
"Why me? Why, why why?"
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"Because you love me, that's why. Now hold still. I don't want to smear it." Xander sat on Buffy's bed, surrounded by his best friends in the whole world. Buffy stood to his left, with a little brush that reminded Xander of a mini paintbrush. It was covered in pink. Willow was to his right, with a little bottle of red and an even smaller mini paintbrush. Tara, Willow's new - friend, was sitting behind him, gelling his mop of chocolate brown hair down to his head. Dawn was planted in front of him, holding a tiny black pencil. Said pencil was jamming into his eye as Dawn spoke to him. He flinched, and Dawn placed her hands on her hips. "What did I tell you about moving?"
"Okay, but see, Dawnie, you're jabbing my eye out. One Eyed Xan, not so much a good look for me." He received a glare for his troubles, and Dawn went back to jabbing. Buffy finished with the little brush, and moved for the little red tube.
"Open your mouth, Xan." Buffy popped open the tube and twisted. A thin column of red appeared, and Xander made a face.
"Eew, Buff." He felt Dawn grab a hold of his cheeks to steady him. "I didn't know you were supposed to eat it." Buffy sighed and rolled her eyes. Boys could be so stupid sometimes.
"No, doofus. It just helps to put it on more evenly when your mouth is open." She stood, one hand on hip, one hand holding the lipstick suspiciously like a stake. Xander eyed the small tube dubiously. He sighed, and opened his mouth.
"There! Done." All four girls backed away and looked at him. Willow grinned, and nudged Tara, who scurried into the bathroom. Dawn squealed, and went to go find a hand mirror. Buffy and Willow each grabbed one of Xander's hands and led him into Joyce's room. Mrs. Summers sat patiently on the bed, hands folded on her lap, smiling graciously. She stood, and hugged Xander tight.
"Thank you so much, Xander. You've made Dawnie very happy." She let go, and motioned him into the dressing area, closing the doors behind him.
Xander gasped as he saw was was awaiting him. Laid out was a razor and some shaving cream. He turned, and tried to wrestle the door open. It wouldn't budge. He peeped through the keyhole, and saw Buffy holding the handle. He called out through the door, "No fair using Slayer strength, Buff!"
She just chuckled, and called back, "Shut up and shave, Xan!" He grumbled, and opened the can of cream.
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An hour later, the door swung open, and all five girls were standing in wait. Xander emerged, and the girls let out a squeal of excitement. Xander stood, wearing a tight red shirt covering a stuffed bra, and revealing a bare midriff. His legs were incased in calf high black boots, complete with heels that made Xander wobble when he walked. Black stockings led the way up his thighs to a black mini skirt that barely covered the red thong riding up Xander's ass. He glared at each one of the women in front of him.
"I hate you all." He looked first at Dawn. "I'm returning your birthday gift." She smirked, but he continued. "It was a car." Her eyes widened, and she looked at Buffy. Xander looked at Buffy too. "I'm going to tell Giles who actually ripped the Pergamam Codex." He turned his gaze on Willow. "You. You get the silent treatment, missy." Tara and Joyce got a two for one glare. "I can't do anything mean to you, 'cause you're too nice." They smiled, but he held up a finely manicured hand. "But there will be glares. Oh boy, will there be glares." They all held their breath as Xander continued to glare at them all, and then exhaled audibly as Xander held out his arms for a hug. They swarmed him, and Willow whispered into his ear. "One last surprise, oh best friend 'o' mine." Tara held out her hands, and Xander blanched at what he saw.
A wig, dark and luxurious, awaited him. It was long, and was done in very loose curls, with soft bangs at the front. On a woman, it would look beautiful. On Xander . . . . He shuddered, and accepted his fate. They placed it on him, and handed him a mirror. He beheld his appearance. Hmmm. Not too shabby, for a guy. After a very good shave, he had no shadow of any kind on his face. His jaw was a little too square, but his eyelashes made up for his lack of femininity. He put the mirror down, and looked to Dawn. "Only for you, Dawnster. Only for you."
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Xander sighed. He was sitting alone at a table at the Bronze with a beer in front of him. The place was swarming with a horde of squealing teenaged girls, all of whom were now packing the dance floor in honor of Dawn's 16th birthday. Buffy was outside patrolling, keeping the place vamp free, Willow and Tara were out shimmying and shaking (and chaperoning) on the dance floor, and Joyce was sitting up on the second floor, watching from afar so she wouldn't embarass Dawn. Xander leaned his chin on his hand and jumped back as he felt a false nail poke him. He grumbled, and then leaned his cheek into his palm. He started as he felt a hand on his shoulder, and a deep voice rumbled into his ear.
"H'llo luv. What's a manly looking piece of meat doing in a place like this?" The hand vacated the premises, and Spike slid into a chair next to him. Xander rolled his eyes and sighted. Great. Just what he needed.
"Hi Spike. Can't say I'm glad to see you." Spike chuckled, and looked Xander up and down. Xander instinctively brought his legs together and crossed his arms over his chest. "Stop it. That's incredibly disturbing." Spike grinned - leered is more like it - and glanced onto the dance floor.
"What gives, then? Why're you all dolled up," Spike paused for dramatic effect, and then peered at Xander out of the corner of his eye before finishing with "Doll?" Xander groaned, and dropped his wigged head onto the table.
"God, what'd I do to deserve this? Don't answer that." He lifted his head, and shot Spike a dirty look. "Dawn wanted me to come to her party, but I told her I didn't want to be the only girl. So, this." Spike stared at him blankly for a few seconds, before bursting into loud, obnoxious peals of laughter.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you to becareful of what you wish for, you ponce?" he said when he had recovered enough to speak. "I mean, really, you should know by now, all the time you spend with them chits." Xander just shrugged and downed more of his beer.
"Yeah, well, now I know." He took another gulp before continuing. "So why're you here? Not that I'm not enjoying this oh-so-stimulating conversation, but teen hangouts aren't usually your scene." Spike stiffened slightly, but Xander caught it. He saw Spike's eyes search for an answer, as we stammered.
"Well. I. Y'see. There was-. Good beer-. Oh bloody hell." He sighed, and flagged down a waitress. "Beer, please." He turned back to Xander. "I came to make sure nothing happened to the Bit." Xander stared blankly, with one eyebrow upturned in question. "The Nibblet." More blank looks from the whelp. "Dawn." Comprehension came to Xander after a few seconds. He smiled widely, batting his eyes without even realizing it.
"Oh my God! You care!" Xander grinned. Had he not been wearing heels, he would be dancing and pointing. Well, he could shift in his seat and point. "You want Dawn to have a happy birthday! Spike has feelings, Spike has feelings!" he chanted in a sing-song voice. Spike growled and placed his hands on top of Xander's pinning them to the table. "Pipe down, you git. I don't think the people in Siberia heard you!" Xander stared at him with an odd expression on his face.
Spikes hands. On his. Gah. They felt. Double gah. //Not having these thoughts right now, Xan.// A voice broke him out of his reverie.
"Uh, Spike? You know that's Xander you're hand-holding, right?" Buffy looked at the two men worriedly. She watched Spike pull away in horror.
"Gah! Uh, what, then? Xander? Donut Boy? That you?" Spike feigned ignorance badly. Xander decided to play along. He chuckled, and grinned at Buffy.
"Seeing this reaction was worth the grossness of touching him." Spike suddenly looked sincerely shocked, and a bit hurt.
"Hey! I was the one who had to think about kissing you!" A set of green eyes and a set of brown eyes turned to meet his blue ones, which were suddenly wide with fear. "That is, er, when he was a chit." Buffy glared at him. "I mean, a bird." A glare from Xander. "You know what I mean." His eyes darted left, then right. "Gotta dash. It's been a slice." And with that, he made his hasty retreat from the club. By this time, Willow and Tara had rejoined them, and were sitting and watching with amusement as the big, bad, nasty master vampire was reduced to a stammering school boy. Buffy took a seat at the table, while Xander watched Spike retreat. He turned back to his favorite group of girls, and grinned.
"You know, I don't know what you all complain about. Being a girl is fun!" Two sets of eyes hardened into ice instantly, and Tara smiled at Xander in pity. Xander gulped, realizing what he had done, what he had unleashed. This time, Xander was the one to search for an exit, but he found none, and was soon bombarded with screeches from Buffy and Willow.
"Oh my Goddess! I can't believe you would say that! You have no idea what we go through! All the cramps, and the makeup every day, and image issues! Ugh!" Tara placed a hand on Willow's arm, trying to calm her. Buffy took over.
"I should kick your ass all the way back home Alexander LaVelle Harris! That was one of the stupidest things you could have ever said. Grr!" She sat back, crossing her arms. "I don't know if I can ever speak to you again."
Xander decided that this was the appropriate time to try to save himself. "Look, guys, I didn't mean that. I opened my mouth before I thought. I'm sorry. Can you ever forgive me?" He decided to try out his patented puppy eyes, a secret he had only shared with Dawn. Buffy flinched, but Willow didn't crack.
"Oh no, Xander Harris! You're not getting away that easily!" Xander could have sworn that there was *actual* fire in Willow's eyes as she continued. "You have no idea what we go through. I wish you could just undertand what being a girl *really* feels like!"
Up on the second story, in a shadowy corner, far from the group of bickering teens, a woman sat alone at a table. She smiled, fingering a small pendant at her neck, and, in a gravely yet feminine voice, growled out, "Done."
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Dun dun dun! More coming soon, hopefully. . .