It was just a game. A weird one. Definitely something no one else would understand. Kennedy and Willow were 'off-again' , Xander was as free as a bird and the moment just had that energy to it. A few degrees shy of hilarity... charged. They were on the couch and Willow's hand ran up his thigh, an impish expression on her face; the challenge issued with eyebrows raised and twinkling eyes. So he leaned over and kissed her neck then leaned back again to watch a flush spread on her alabaster skin. And it was on; what to someone else would look like a grope-fest, but was actually a battle. One that Willow won a few seconds after she eased a hand down the front of his pants.
"I give up!" he said shortly, taking his hands away from a breast and thigh and raising them in surrender. She smirked; Willow tended to claim victory less than gallantly.
"It's been a while." He said defensively.
"How long?" She asked, a different look in her eye.
"A while." He said, shifting uncomfortably. Silently, meeting his eyes she started moving her hand purposefully.
"Will..." This was not part of the game. She didn't stop though.
"This game doesn't have any losers." She said, then leaned closer and whispered in his ear "Besides, a couple of times when it seemed like you lost..." She leaned back and shrugged with a smile.
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"Xander..."
"Let me guess." He interrupted her. "You want to know what it's like being with a slayer so that you're prepared when the time comes with Kennedy." He paused as if to collect his thoughts while Willow rolled her eyes. "It's kind of like being stretched on a rack. I know this because I've done it with a slayer and I was stretched on that rack that one time and I noticed how similar the experiences were."
"No... I"
"Oh! Then you're wondering how best to please her then?" He asked with eyebrows raised. "Control. They like lots and lots of control."
"Are you done yet?"
"That's what she said."
"Xander!"
"No she never said that, unfortunately."
"Stop that please."
"She didn't say that either. I, on the other hand..."
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It was a coffee house just off campus. Since 'on campus' stuff had been a minor disaster,( Xander felt uncomfortable there; he hadn't said anything and he'd done his best to be jovial but she could tell)she'd found this place and designated it "their place" so she could keep up with him. It was important to her. When she'd shown up he was writing in a card; for Anya she guessed. She swung it around to her side so she could read it, ignoring his protests:
Dark and quick complete
oh how i adore your feet
screaming wave and ripple
...such a stiff-peaked nipple
as for the hair
that you have down there
.
..
...
you could use a trim.
I own some scissors and a razor.
I will fill out an application,
if you want.
Her jaw dropped and she looked at him wide-eyed. And then she laughed so hard her sides ached. After some time she could breathe again, but she was still shaking her head.
"Girls like poetry Will." He said, making a show of cracking his knuckles.