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you wish for. Of course that's the whole point of this story.
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Rating: Pg-13 for now, but expect it to jump to a hard pg-13 later. What. People can have hard R's I can have hard pg-13's.
Learning to be careful (10/?)
My eyelids slowly pried apart. I felt a strange sensation of being incredibly refreshed and yet completely exhausted. I could hear the rain pounding against the windows and exhaled a sigh of relief. With a rain like that, no way the site was going to be open today. Not that I couldn't use the money, but a day off wouldn't suck either. That's about the time I became acutely aware of naked Buffy draped over me.
For a second there was blind panic, until I remembered all of what had happened the night before. Then, a huge grin broke out over my face. And that's all the details you people are getting because a gentleman does not kiss and tell.
I rolled over to face her. Yep, she was still stunning, morning hair and all. I scooted a little closer to her, trying to absorb as much of her as I could.
"Morning," she whispered, rolling closer to me as well.
"I didn't think you were awake yet," I said softly. I was almost sure I was about to wake from the best dream of my life and this moment would all be over.
"You sure tried to knock me out. Anya said you were a Viking in the sack, but," she trailed off as a contended look crossed her face. I can die happy now.
I ran my hands through her hair, revealing in its texture.
"Buffy, there's something I need to confess," I said, my eyes half closed just enjoying the moment. Apparently you never, ever, tell a girl 'there's something I need to confess' after you've just slept with her, because it doesn't go over very well.
"Oh God. You think this was a mistake. We moved too fast. You're still not over Anya. You have a disease. Damnit, I wanted this to last. I don't want to ruin our friendship. Why didn't you say anything last night," she rambled. I used the technique that was rapidly becoming my favorite way to shut Buffy up. When I broke the kiss I ran my hand over her cheek.
"Relax. I don't regret for a microsecond what we did," I told her, and instantly she brightened up. Crisis averted, whew. "What I wanted to say was that, these warm, fuzzy feelings you'd been having, well I've been having them for a while towards you too. My dizzy spell last night, kind of a result to you telling me you were about to go on a date after I'd finally worked up the courage to tell you how I felt."
Buffy just stared at me for a second. Perhaps this was a mistake. She hit me in the arm. Hard. Yep, definitely a mistake.
"What was that for?" I asked, rubbing my sore spot.
"You mean to tell me we could have been doing," she paused and made empathic hand gestures before continuing in a low seductive voice, "that, for a long time now?"
I had to smile. "Buff, we could have been doing that since the day I met you."
She giggled and I wrapped her in my arms. We both paused for and looked into the other's eyes.
"Well, this is new territory for the Buffy Xander relationship," I said aloud.
"Good?" she asked hopefully.
"Most assuredly," I replied.
"Most assuredly," she said incredulously. "You have been spending way too much time with Giles lately."
"Well," I said, "perhaps I could start spending more time with someone else."
"Oh really," she played. "Got anyone in mind?"
"Maybe," I teased back.
"Willow?" she asked innocently before I broke down and kissed her forehead.
"I could so get used to this."
"Me too."
I gathered her up and kissed her with an intense fever.
"Ooh," she groaned sexily. "My God, five times wasn't enough," she moaned a little, arching her back. Just for the record, she brought it up not me.
She moaned again. "Apparently I'm not the only one," I replied and kissed her even deeper.
"No," she confessed after we broke away again. "But, I have class of which I am intensely late for."
"And I guess I should make sure the site is actually closed," I said dejectedly. The thunder roared just to prove my point.
"Well," Buffy said, playing with my arm. "I get out of class at two. You could swing by."
"I'd like that," I told her, sitting us both up on the bed.
"In the meantime," she hopped up, the sheet falling to the ground, and winked at me. "I need a shower. Care to join me?"
I was still in awe at this point. Because, after all this time, all the squirming both literally and figuratively, the shoe was actually on the other foot. Buffy was actually lusting after me. Wow, there's a sentence I never thought I'd write. Isn't it amazing how many doors one little wish can open up. It's like that wiccan dealy where every door closes and a window opens. Or, wait, is it everything bad I do will come back three times worse. Or is it the other way around. Ah Screw it. Buffy's waiting for me in the shower. Also another sentence I never thought I'd write.
At the risk of being ungentlemanly, I have to say showering with Buffy is an amazing experience. I'll just leave it at that.
We reluctantly got out and dried off. I looked around and found I actually did have some of Anya's clothes in the closet. It was kind of bittersweet, but one look at naked Buffy wavering sensually over to me and I was pretty much in heaven. A few minutes later we were dressed and ready for work and school.
"Remember, two o'clock," Buffy said as she stood in the doorway.
"I will. By the way," I offered her a goofy grin, "I never got a chance to tell you what I really thought of your outfit last night."
"I know what you thought. You told me my boob was going to pop out."
"Yeah but," I started.
"So that means you liked it," she winked and was out the door.
I was pretty much walking on air for the rest of the day. Well, not literally since it's actually quite possible to walk on air on the hellmouth. Willow showed me once.
The site was indeed closed, so I pretty much spent the morning trying to will time to go faster. Surprisingly, not that effective. I was entirely amazed by Buffy. It was like having the old Buffy back. So full of life, energy and sexiness. I was forgetting more and more about the new Buffy, the one who slept with Spike, had died and been pretty much miserable with life.
Which lead me to my next thought. What exactly happened to spark these smoochie type feelings of Buffy. Where did that come from? Not that I was complaining mind you, just contemplating. I can now add contemplatador to my list.
Basically I contemplated at the coffee shop, watching the rain, until one. I thought about going to see Giles, but I didn't want to see any of the Scoobs until Buffy and I had a chance to talk and really iron out our relationship. My God, I used relationship and Buffy in the same sentence. That's so much better than that stupid hastened to inquisitively concurred crap I had going on before.
Two o'clock finally rolled around and I was actually punctual for a change. I waited under a tree to provide me some cover. Yeah, I know, not exactly the smartest plan in the world but love distracts you from those details. My golden beauty finally strolled outside, umbrella in hand. Though, the rain had slowed some since the morning, it was hard to see her from the top of the stairway. I was about to bolt up the stairs to meet her when I had a flashback to the first time we met and running myself into a pole. That's when I decided to just wait for Buffy as calmly as possible at the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey, you," she smiled when she came over to me. "Trying to electrocute yourself?" she teased, offering me the cover of her umbrella.
"What can I say, I like to live on the edge," I said in my best John Wayne voice. It caused Buffy to break into a fit of the giggles. Oh my, you know they have it bad for you when they laugh at your horrible impressions.
"Next your going to tell me your middle name is danger," she said, slipping her hand into mine. I was praying the dreaded sweaty palms wouldn't return.
"Nah," I swallowed, "my middle name is Lavelle. A fact I'd appreciate if you kept to yourself."
She laughed again and led us into the student union. "Hungry?"
"Yeah, for real food," I teased but we took a booth seat anyway.
"You really have a thing for that lamp," she said, noticing it as I stuffed it into my bag.
"Well, it's a good luck charm," I improved, "and it brought you to me, so I'd say it's working."
Buffy just blushed slightly and turned away. My God, I could make Buffy swoon. I'm running out of ways to describe this wonderful feeling. We grabbed our food, and sat back down. As we were eating I could feel Buffy playing a mean little game of footsie with me. Let me tell you, it's incredibly hard to eat while Buffy is trying to play footsie with you.
"So," I choked out. "Umm."
"Is this questions portion of the day?"
"Well, it couldn't hurt."
"I'm all ears, fire away," she said, dragging her foot further up my leg. I'm pretty sure I blanked out for a couple minutes, but eventually when I came too I had no blood anywhere besides the little slayer.
"What was I doing?"
She giggled again, and then took my hand. The taking of my hand was nice, but it also coincided with the removal of her foot from my leg. Sure I could actually focus now, but who wants to do that when they can have Buffy's foot on their leg?
"We were going to talk," she said seriously, but not too seriously.
"Right, talk."
"The what does this make us now talk," she said sardonically. I'm not even really sure what that word means, they tell me it's like sarcasm but, huh?
"Right, so, what does this make us?" I said, trying valiantly to focus.
"I'd be lying if I said I wanted to take it slow," Buffy shrugged.
"Too late for that anyway," I joked. She smiled in return. "Do we tell the others?" I asked.
"Why would we want to hide it?" she asked confused.
"No reason at all. I'm just glad you're not embarrassed of me," I confessed.
"I would never be embarrassed of you. You want to talk embarrassing, try running into the guy you broke a date with last night and trying to come up with a good excuse without sounding like a ho."
I gave a manly type giggle noise at her joke. Yeah, I know, I have it just as bad for her as she has for me.
"Okay, does anyone know about your more than friend feelings? Besides me I mean," I asked her.
"No. I thought Willow would just tell me I was lonely. She wouldn't understand."
"Oh, I don't know, Willow has fallen pray the Xander Harris charms before."
"Hush," she squeezed my hand playfully. "So no, I didn't. You tell anyone?"
I looked away, not sure how she'd react.
"Okay that's a yes, so you may as well tell me who," she said.
"Gls," I coughed.
"Huh?"
"Giles," I whispered.
"Okay, once more or no more footsie," she warned.
"Giles," I said slowly and clearly. A man's got to do what a man's got to do.
"You two really have bonded lately," she said surprised.
"A guy can only take so much estrogen at one time. Sometimes you just have to get a testosterone injection and my GOD that was some horrible imagery."
"Glad you said it," Buffy made her 'eww' face to prove her point. I brought her hand up to my lips and kissed it.
"Just to make sure we're clear on my sexual preference. Tweed just doesn't cut it for like spandex.."
"Crystal clear."
We sat for a long time, holding hands and looking at each other like lovesick puppies. It was really nice. I'd never had this stage of a relationship before. I don't count all the encounters I had with demons: That's right I'm talking about you bug lady and Incan mummy girl. With Cordy it was always a grope here and a grope there until some real feelings developed. Since Willow and I had to hide our relationship it wasn't the same thing. And Anya, well it was just sex to start with Anya. Are we sensing a pattern here?
It was really nice to just gaze into Buffy's eyes and finally see the feelings I had longed would be reciprocated in her deep pools. Like I said before, Buffy brings out the poetry in me.
"Buff," I said after a while.
"Yeah, Xander," she said more dreamily than I believe she intended. At least judging by the reddish color of her face.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but where did this come from?"
She smiled wistfully. "Honestly, the first time I felt it was after I found out about Spike and his obsession with me. You were so good to me, such a great friend. Then, over the summer, I watched you and Anya drift apart. And, I wanted to return what you'd done for me after Riley left. For a long time I just thought I was happy about reconnecting a great friendship. Eventually, I started to sneak peaks at you," she coughed, "while you were bending over. I was finding myself attracted to you. But, I didn't want to get between you and Anya. After she left, I didn't want to be a vulture so I kept all my feelings hidden. I must have done a good job cause Willow usually always knows when something's up with me."
"That's a long time," I whispered.
"Yeah. I think I understand what you went through back in sophomore year. It's hell not knowing how someone feels and being afraid they won't feel what you feel back. Finally, all my pent up frustration dissolved that night on my couch. I was this close from ripping your clothes off, telling you to take me and confessing my feelings to you. But, you'd been so weird lately I wasn't sure what would happen. Turns out you were weird for the same reasons I was."
"I sure was," I agreed.
"That was the more elegant speech I was supposed to give you last night," she told me.
"They were both lovely," I replied, squeezing her hand even tighter.
"Soooo," she said, returning her foot to my leg. "Are we all talked out?" She broke out the pout. I'd been in this relationship for less than a day and I was already whipped. Oh, thoughts of Bad Buffy with a whip.
"We're talked out for now," I replied, doing my best impersonation of worm. She knows how to work it, I'll give her that.
"Whatever shall we do know?" she teased, her foot riding even higher up my leg until.
"Your room, now," I gasped.
"I was hoping you'd say that," she slinked her foot off my little slayer and sauntered out of the booth. "Come." She waggled her finger at me and that was it. I don't even need to elaborate on what happened after that.
One side note, I thought I caught a glimpse of something watching us from the bushes in the rain on our way back to Buffy's dorm to continue our earlier fun. But when I turned to see there was nothing there. Plus, I was far too preoccupied with Buffy to care that much. Little did I know the big bad in the bushes, was none other than the chipped wonder.
TBC
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Rating: Pg-13 for now, but expect it to jump to a hard pg-13 later. What. People can have hard R's I can have hard pg-13's.
Learning to be careful (10/?)
My eyelids slowly pried apart. I felt a strange sensation of being incredibly refreshed and yet completely exhausted. I could hear the rain pounding against the windows and exhaled a sigh of relief. With a rain like that, no way the site was going to be open today. Not that I couldn't use the money, but a day off wouldn't suck either. That's about the time I became acutely aware of naked Buffy draped over me.
For a second there was blind panic, until I remembered all of what had happened the night before. Then, a huge grin broke out over my face. And that's all the details you people are getting because a gentleman does not kiss and tell.
I rolled over to face her. Yep, she was still stunning, morning hair and all. I scooted a little closer to her, trying to absorb as much of her as I could.
"Morning," she whispered, rolling closer to me as well.
"I didn't think you were awake yet," I said softly. I was almost sure I was about to wake from the best dream of my life and this moment would all be over.
"You sure tried to knock me out. Anya said you were a Viking in the sack, but," she trailed off as a contended look crossed her face. I can die happy now.
I ran my hands through her hair, revealing in its texture.
"Buffy, there's something I need to confess," I said, my eyes half closed just enjoying the moment. Apparently you never, ever, tell a girl 'there's something I need to confess' after you've just slept with her, because it doesn't go over very well.
"Oh God. You think this was a mistake. We moved too fast. You're still not over Anya. You have a disease. Damnit, I wanted this to last. I don't want to ruin our friendship. Why didn't you say anything last night," she rambled. I used the technique that was rapidly becoming my favorite way to shut Buffy up. When I broke the kiss I ran my hand over her cheek.
"Relax. I don't regret for a microsecond what we did," I told her, and instantly she brightened up. Crisis averted, whew. "What I wanted to say was that, these warm, fuzzy feelings you'd been having, well I've been having them for a while towards you too. My dizzy spell last night, kind of a result to you telling me you were about to go on a date after I'd finally worked up the courage to tell you how I felt."
Buffy just stared at me for a second. Perhaps this was a mistake. She hit me in the arm. Hard. Yep, definitely a mistake.
"What was that for?" I asked, rubbing my sore spot.
"You mean to tell me we could have been doing," she paused and made empathic hand gestures before continuing in a low seductive voice, "that, for a long time now?"
I had to smile. "Buff, we could have been doing that since the day I met you."
She giggled and I wrapped her in my arms. We both paused for and looked into the other's eyes.
"Well, this is new territory for the Buffy Xander relationship," I said aloud.
"Good?" she asked hopefully.
"Most assuredly," I replied.
"Most assuredly," she said incredulously. "You have been spending way too much time with Giles lately."
"Well," I said, "perhaps I could start spending more time with someone else."
"Oh really," she played. "Got anyone in mind?"
"Maybe," I teased back.
"Willow?" she asked innocently before I broke down and kissed her forehead.
"I could so get used to this."
"Me too."
I gathered her up and kissed her with an intense fever.
"Ooh," she groaned sexily. "My God, five times wasn't enough," she moaned a little, arching her back. Just for the record, she brought it up not me.
She moaned again. "Apparently I'm not the only one," I replied and kissed her even deeper.
"No," she confessed after we broke away again. "But, I have class of which I am intensely late for."
"And I guess I should make sure the site is actually closed," I said dejectedly. The thunder roared just to prove my point.
"Well," Buffy said, playing with my arm. "I get out of class at two. You could swing by."
"I'd like that," I told her, sitting us both up on the bed.
"In the meantime," she hopped up, the sheet falling to the ground, and winked at me. "I need a shower. Care to join me?"
I was still in awe at this point. Because, after all this time, all the squirming both literally and figuratively, the shoe was actually on the other foot. Buffy was actually lusting after me. Wow, there's a sentence I never thought I'd write. Isn't it amazing how many doors one little wish can open up. It's like that wiccan dealy where every door closes and a window opens. Or, wait, is it everything bad I do will come back three times worse. Or is it the other way around. Ah Screw it. Buffy's waiting for me in the shower. Also another sentence I never thought I'd write.
At the risk of being ungentlemanly, I have to say showering with Buffy is an amazing experience. I'll just leave it at that.
We reluctantly got out and dried off. I looked around and found I actually did have some of Anya's clothes in the closet. It was kind of bittersweet, but one look at naked Buffy wavering sensually over to me and I was pretty much in heaven. A few minutes later we were dressed and ready for work and school.
"Remember, two o'clock," Buffy said as she stood in the doorway.
"I will. By the way," I offered her a goofy grin, "I never got a chance to tell you what I really thought of your outfit last night."
"I know what you thought. You told me my boob was going to pop out."
"Yeah but," I started.
"So that means you liked it," she winked and was out the door.
I was pretty much walking on air for the rest of the day. Well, not literally since it's actually quite possible to walk on air on the hellmouth. Willow showed me once.
The site was indeed closed, so I pretty much spent the morning trying to will time to go faster. Surprisingly, not that effective. I was entirely amazed by Buffy. It was like having the old Buffy back. So full of life, energy and sexiness. I was forgetting more and more about the new Buffy, the one who slept with Spike, had died and been pretty much miserable with life.
Which lead me to my next thought. What exactly happened to spark these smoochie type feelings of Buffy. Where did that come from? Not that I was complaining mind you, just contemplating. I can now add contemplatador to my list.
Basically I contemplated at the coffee shop, watching the rain, until one. I thought about going to see Giles, but I didn't want to see any of the Scoobs until Buffy and I had a chance to talk and really iron out our relationship. My God, I used relationship and Buffy in the same sentence. That's so much better than that stupid hastened to inquisitively concurred crap I had going on before.
Two o'clock finally rolled around and I was actually punctual for a change. I waited under a tree to provide me some cover. Yeah, I know, not exactly the smartest plan in the world but love distracts you from those details. My golden beauty finally strolled outside, umbrella in hand. Though, the rain had slowed some since the morning, it was hard to see her from the top of the stairway. I was about to bolt up the stairs to meet her when I had a flashback to the first time we met and running myself into a pole. That's when I decided to just wait for Buffy as calmly as possible at the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey, you," she smiled when she came over to me. "Trying to electrocute yourself?" she teased, offering me the cover of her umbrella.
"What can I say, I like to live on the edge," I said in my best John Wayne voice. It caused Buffy to break into a fit of the giggles. Oh my, you know they have it bad for you when they laugh at your horrible impressions.
"Next your going to tell me your middle name is danger," she said, slipping her hand into mine. I was praying the dreaded sweaty palms wouldn't return.
"Nah," I swallowed, "my middle name is Lavelle. A fact I'd appreciate if you kept to yourself."
She laughed again and led us into the student union. "Hungry?"
"Yeah, for real food," I teased but we took a booth seat anyway.
"You really have a thing for that lamp," she said, noticing it as I stuffed it into my bag.
"Well, it's a good luck charm," I improved, "and it brought you to me, so I'd say it's working."
Buffy just blushed slightly and turned away. My God, I could make Buffy swoon. I'm running out of ways to describe this wonderful feeling. We grabbed our food, and sat back down. As we were eating I could feel Buffy playing a mean little game of footsie with me. Let me tell you, it's incredibly hard to eat while Buffy is trying to play footsie with you.
"So," I choked out. "Umm."
"Is this questions portion of the day?"
"Well, it couldn't hurt."
"I'm all ears, fire away," she said, dragging her foot further up my leg. I'm pretty sure I blanked out for a couple minutes, but eventually when I came too I had no blood anywhere besides the little slayer.
"What was I doing?"
She giggled again, and then took my hand. The taking of my hand was nice, but it also coincided with the removal of her foot from my leg. Sure I could actually focus now, but who wants to do that when they can have Buffy's foot on their leg?
"We were going to talk," she said seriously, but not too seriously.
"Right, talk."
"The what does this make us now talk," she said sardonically. I'm not even really sure what that word means, they tell me it's like sarcasm but, huh?
"Right, so, what does this make us?" I said, trying valiantly to focus.
"I'd be lying if I said I wanted to take it slow," Buffy shrugged.
"Too late for that anyway," I joked. She smiled in return. "Do we tell the others?" I asked.
"Why would we want to hide it?" she asked confused.
"No reason at all. I'm just glad you're not embarrassed of me," I confessed.
"I would never be embarrassed of you. You want to talk embarrassing, try running into the guy you broke a date with last night and trying to come up with a good excuse without sounding like a ho."
I gave a manly type giggle noise at her joke. Yeah, I know, I have it just as bad for her as she has for me.
"Okay, does anyone know about your more than friend feelings? Besides me I mean," I asked her.
"No. I thought Willow would just tell me I was lonely. She wouldn't understand."
"Oh, I don't know, Willow has fallen pray the Xander Harris charms before."
"Hush," she squeezed my hand playfully. "So no, I didn't. You tell anyone?"
I looked away, not sure how she'd react.
"Okay that's a yes, so you may as well tell me who," she said.
"Gls," I coughed.
"Huh?"
"Giles," I whispered.
"Okay, once more or no more footsie," she warned.
"Giles," I said slowly and clearly. A man's got to do what a man's got to do.
"You two really have bonded lately," she said surprised.
"A guy can only take so much estrogen at one time. Sometimes you just have to get a testosterone injection and my GOD that was some horrible imagery."
"Glad you said it," Buffy made her 'eww' face to prove her point. I brought her hand up to my lips and kissed it.
"Just to make sure we're clear on my sexual preference. Tweed just doesn't cut it for like spandex.."
"Crystal clear."
We sat for a long time, holding hands and looking at each other like lovesick puppies. It was really nice. I'd never had this stage of a relationship before. I don't count all the encounters I had with demons: That's right I'm talking about you bug lady and Incan mummy girl. With Cordy it was always a grope here and a grope there until some real feelings developed. Since Willow and I had to hide our relationship it wasn't the same thing. And Anya, well it was just sex to start with Anya. Are we sensing a pattern here?
It was really nice to just gaze into Buffy's eyes and finally see the feelings I had longed would be reciprocated in her deep pools. Like I said before, Buffy brings out the poetry in me.
"Buff," I said after a while.
"Yeah, Xander," she said more dreamily than I believe she intended. At least judging by the reddish color of her face.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but where did this come from?"
She smiled wistfully. "Honestly, the first time I felt it was after I found out about Spike and his obsession with me. You were so good to me, such a great friend. Then, over the summer, I watched you and Anya drift apart. And, I wanted to return what you'd done for me after Riley left. For a long time I just thought I was happy about reconnecting a great friendship. Eventually, I started to sneak peaks at you," she coughed, "while you were bending over. I was finding myself attracted to you. But, I didn't want to get between you and Anya. After she left, I didn't want to be a vulture so I kept all my feelings hidden. I must have done a good job cause Willow usually always knows when something's up with me."
"That's a long time," I whispered.
"Yeah. I think I understand what you went through back in sophomore year. It's hell not knowing how someone feels and being afraid they won't feel what you feel back. Finally, all my pent up frustration dissolved that night on my couch. I was this close from ripping your clothes off, telling you to take me and confessing my feelings to you. But, you'd been so weird lately I wasn't sure what would happen. Turns out you were weird for the same reasons I was."
"I sure was," I agreed.
"That was the more elegant speech I was supposed to give you last night," she told me.
"They were both lovely," I replied, squeezing her hand even tighter.
"Soooo," she said, returning her foot to my leg. "Are we all talked out?" She broke out the pout. I'd been in this relationship for less than a day and I was already whipped. Oh, thoughts of Bad Buffy with a whip.
"We're talked out for now," I replied, doing my best impersonation of worm. She knows how to work it, I'll give her that.
"Whatever shall we do know?" she teased, her foot riding even higher up my leg until.
"Your room, now," I gasped.
"I was hoping you'd say that," she slinked her foot off my little slayer and sauntered out of the booth. "Come." She waggled her finger at me and that was it. I don't even need to elaborate on what happened after that.
One side note, I thought I caught a glimpse of something watching us from the bushes in the rain on our way back to Buffy's dorm to continue our earlier fun. But when I turned to see there was nothing there. Plus, I was far too preoccupied with Buffy to care that much. Little did I know the big bad in the bushes, was none other than the chipped wonder.
TBC
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