The Grey

by pianoluv

What happened between Buffy and Xander stayed in the dark corners. never bleeding out into a world that was already too complicated. On those lonely nights they fed a mutual need for companionship, always knowing that when morning came nothing would be different. Their lives already contained too much murky inbetween. This was the one simple thing they had left.

3. Chapter 3

This chapter ended up being rather dissimilar from my others although now that I think of it, they're all rather individual. Maybe that'll be my style with this one. Oh well, anyway, this is mostly dialogue. My attempt at writing Buffyisms. Did pretty well if I do say so myself. If you think I utterly failed and should never try it again please let me know. Joss is a genius and I do not pretend to understand, I just accept, revere...okay worship.

Just Sex

Silence. Neither Buffy or Xander had uttered a word for at least ten minutes because ten minutes ago they had done something. Or more accurately, finished doing something. It was something that couldn't be taken back but that wasn't really the issue. The issue was, did they even want to take it back? Was it some mad rush of lust to forever be regretted and awkwardly ignored? Or not?

Eternally the breaker of ice, Xander finally spoke up, "We really just did that."

"Think so," she said back without looking over at him.

"You think so? Didn't know I was so forgettable. Thanks Buff."

Buffy laughed at this and it broke the tension, "Sorry. No it was not forgettable. Definitely opposite of that."

"Good to know... me too. Buffy did we just screw things up or just end up screwing. Can't actually tell."

"Second one I think. Doesn't feel one-night-standish but it doesn't feel like..."

"Commitment?"

"Right. Don't get me wrong, I love you of course but not like that... crap. Am I a horrible person for saying that? Did I break your heart or something because I totally didn't mean to."

Xander sat up on an elbow, "You didn't break my heart. Actually, you may have helped it a bit. Not like, Willow glue, but maybe scotch tape? Doesn't feel quite so shattered now, somehow. Please stop me if this analogy isn't going anywhere."

"No, no I get it. And I think you're right. Not fixed but still better. Sex therapy."

"We really are messed up aren't we?"

"Pretty much."

"Wanna do it again?"

"I could go for that"

"Or not you know, if you think it's weird or something we can call it a night and I'd be totally cool either way..."

"Xander?"

"Ya?"

"Sex."

"'kay."