They walked back to the old boarding house in silence, but it was the most comfortable silence either of them had experienced since leaving Sunnydale. No dark sense of foreboding. No impending doom. No need for words to cover anything up. He leaned over and kissed the top of his slayer's head. Her head leaned against his shoulder, her body relaxing into a comfortable line against his as his arm wrapped around her, and hers slid around his waist.
He opened the door when they got there, and lead her up to his room, not paying attention to anything except getting her out of her soaked clothes. He closed the door to his room and turned to her. She stood in the center of his room as he had imagined so many times before, except for her being wet. He had never remembered imagining that. She seemed nervous all of a sudden, very not imaginary Buffy. Imaginary Buffy was always confident and usually spouting off bad lines from a porno.
He sat her suitcase down and walked over to her. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. He seemed to catch her off guard, but she quickly relaxed into the kiss, returning it with her own passion, her arms sliding around his waist. 'So much better than imaginary Buffy' he thought as he slid his hand under the neck of her jacket. He slid it down, the wet material was heavy and took little effort for it to fall off of her and onto his floor.
Her hands slid up under his shirt, pulling it up as she trailed her fingertips over his bare skin. She dropped the shirt to the floor unceremoniously. She looked up into his eye. She caressed the cheek under his patch gently. Her eyes pooled with tears that she would never shed in front of him. She mourned the fact that her friend had lost a part of himself trying to help her. She stood on her toes and kissed his patch gently, not wanting to cause him any pain. She leaned over a little, he closed his eye. She kissed his eyelid gently. Her lips the barest whisper against his skin.
As her lips pressed gently against his eyelid, he released a breath he hadn't even remembered taking. She looked up at him as his eyes opened, her eyes said it all. She didn't have to say a word. She slid off her shirt and shimmied out of her jeans. She moved back from him and sat down on the bed. Slowly she slid back on it, beckoning him towards her with her eyes.
'So very much better than imaginary Buffy' he thought as he slid his pants off. He crawled up the bed, and laid next to her. She laid down next to him and smiled. It felt like his heart was going to explode from all the happiness that one smile had brought to him. He hadn't seen her smile like that for so long, he had worried that she had forgotten how to. He put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. He kissed her forehead. He closed his eyes and laid his cheek against the top of her head, breathing slowly.
The rain trickled slowly down from the sky outside. They could see it from where they laid on his bed. A rogue sunbeam had managed to trickle down from a small opening in the clouds. That sunbeam reminded him of her smile and laugh. He smiled, knowing that she'd smile again for him. He closed his eyes and thanked god that he was alive to see this, to experience it. He prayed that he'd be able to remember them all of his life, because he had finally gotten all that he had ever wanted. He got his beautiful slayer, the woman that had always had a special place in his heart. She had been the reason that he had gone on. She had been the reason that he had broken off his engagement to Anya. He She had been his reason to breathe for the past year. It was all her.
Buffy looked up at him and couldn't help but smile. She didn't remember the last time she had been this happy. She moved up so that she could kiss his lips. Their kiss was tender at first, a bare press of lips, a caress of tongues, a gentle need for the other. Her hands explored his chest, tracing the muscles that had developed in the past year. He had trained with her in the basement every night, not wanting her to be alone in fighting her demons. He had always insisted on going for a jog with her in the early morning hours, claiming if he couldn't work, the least he could do was keep in shape. She remembered watching as he moved in the basement His muscles flexing as they moved. She had taught him Ti-Chi. He had taught her how to laugh again. She had strengthened his body. He had strengthened her heart. Now she felt like he had always held it in his hands. It had always been destined to belong to him.
Their caresses grew heated as their desire moved them. Her mouth explored his, their tongues entwined in a sensuous dance. She rolled onto her back, pulling her with him. His hands slid down her body, she arched up against him as one of his hands slid along her leg to her knee, moving it up against his side. He slowly slid into her body, her arms wrapped tightly around him. When his body was fully sheathed in her, they moved slowly, their bodies moving as one. His hands explored her body as they moved, caressing her body gently. His rough hands making the soft petting much more fulfilling than anything she had felt in her life.
Her breath came out in soft pants as they made love, his in soft moans as he thrust into her body. Her hands slid down his back, feeling the muscles move as he moved inside her. She moaned, calling out his name as his body caressed her g spot. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him tightly to her body. As their love making came to its peak, she came, her body arching up against him, tightening. She felt his motion become jerky as he came, her name, the one thing that fell from his lips before he pressed them to her own.
He slid out of her body and laid back on the bed. His breath was shallow and fast, as he willed his heart to slow down. He pulled her over into his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder and smiled contently as her fingers lazily traced patterns on his skin. A small contented sigh left her lips as she closed her eyes. He rubbed his arm up and down her arm, enjoying the feeling of her next to him. He sat up pulling the covers over them, and laid back down. She snuggled back against him as he re-situated himself.
"Xander..." She said quietly.
"Hmmm?" He asked his eyes closed.
"Thank you..." She said.
"For what B?" He asked, looking down at her with his one good eye.
"For being you and never giving up on me." she said before kissing him softly.
He smiled softly at her. "There's nothing in this world, or any other for that matter that would have made me give up on you." He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes.
She listened as his breathing became shallow and she could tell that he was asleep. She looked at him and smoothed a stray lock of hair from his face. She unsnapped the patch and put it over on the bedside table, before snuggling back down next to him. She smiled softly and felt herself being lulled into sleep. Her words were a bare whisper in the air around them as she drifted off.
"I love you Xander..."
