Later

1630 Revello Drive

They spent the rest of the romantic evening on the dance floor unable to find it within themselves to step out of each other's arms.

By the time they decided to leave, Buffy was thankfully not in the mood for the Bronze, though Xander still wasn't sure if she was kidding or not. He never brought it up and neither did she.

Getting out of the Volvo first, Xander took off his suit coat and neatly tossed to the back seat. He closed the driver's side door and quickly went around the car to open the door for Buffy holding out his hand, "My lady," he bowed his head.

"You're quite the gentleman, good sir." Buffy took his offered hand and got out of the car taken by his charms.

"Well, you see, I'm still trying to impress a girl with my wooing abilities." He whispered with a boyish smile.

"Oh, really? Wooing?" Buffy looked at him oddly. "Tell me is she worth the wooing?"

"You betcha." He replied.

"She sounds nice. Is she a nice girl?"

"Rainbows and unicorns are coming out her ears she so chock full of niceness."

Buffy smiled, "Is she funny?"

"She's a regular comedian. You should hear her pun right before she kills things." He quipped.

Buffy looked at him in that certain way she knew drove Xander crazy. "Do you think she's pretty?"

Xander took her hand to wrap around his arm and said, "She's a knockout."

"I think I like her, she sounds just delightful."

With a laugh, Xander escorted her to the front door.

Xander stepped back stuffing his hands into his pockets as he watched her take out the house keys from her clutch bag to unlock the door. She opened it and stepped inside when she turned to him, "Would the 'good sir' like to come in for coffee?"

Unable to deny her anything, Xander stepped inside the house with a tugging smile.

As soon as the door closed, Buffy stepped into him and captured his mouth in a searing, passionate kiss that she's been withholding the entire evening.

Xander opened his mouth wider, immediately responding to her kiss.

"I've been wanting to do that all night," Buffy whispered against his mouth with a smile.

With a growing grin, Xander cupped his hands around her face and kissed her again. Taking a step backwards, Buffy's back hit the front door with a slight thud, which went ignored. Her arms circled around his neck, holding him into her. Their tongues battled the friendliest of battles; it was frenzied and passionate.

Buffy's hands moved from around his neck, over his shoulders, and down his chest touching the black tie around his neck. Her hands tugged the knot of the tie loose. She began to pull it over his head when it got caught in Xander's mouth.

"Loosen the knot," Xander said with a muffled voice.

With a smile for the very unsexy flub, Buffy loosened the knot and tossed it over his head. Sharing her slight embarrassment, Xander smiled and dipped his head down and continued to fervently kiss her until they became desperate for breath.

Xander ran his hands down the sides of her body until settling on her hips. "Have I ever complimented your kissing abilities?"

"Not yet," Buffy smiled as she brushed her nose against his enjoying the closeness.

"You're lips are… addictive." He dropped his eyes to her parted lips begging to be kissed. "In the future, I intend on kissing you a lot… So you probably should get used to it."

"Yeah?" Buffy brightened.

Xander nodded loving her arms around his neck and her bright smile that was just for him. "Oh yeah," his hands roamed around her back.

"You're flirting with me." She teased watching him blush. "Do it some more."

"This dress is…" he swallowed looking her over in the dress that made him want to go down on his knees and worship her, "… wow. It's so wow I'm having trouble with words putting into sentence doing."

Buffy laughed and ran her hand down the side of his face, mesmerized by his lips. "No more words then." She lifted her eyes to his face giving her infamous 'come-hither' eyes.

Xander responds by capturing her mouth again in a fiery kiss that bordered on desperate. She tilted her head slightly to the side, giving him better access to deepen the kiss. Her fingers began to unfasten the first three buttons of his white shirt.

She then broke the kiss and took his hand.

Without any other words, Buffy gave him a meaningful look. Xander understood her silent conversation and tightened his hand that was on hers. She moved off of the door with his hand in her own and headed towards the stairs.

Standing in the bedroom, calmer from their passionate frenzy high downstairs, Xander watched her fingers unbutton the rest of the buttons of his white shirt.

He stalled her actions by cupping his hands over hers. Buffy lifted her eyes to his with a questioning gaze.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Xander asked. "We don't have to." He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "There's no rush. We have all the time in the world."

"We've waited long enough, don't you think?"

Xander brought her hands to his lips and kissed her fingers. "I just don't want to do anything that you might not be ready for. I also don't want you to think that this is all I want." He searched for her eyes. "I'm okay with waiting if that's what you want."

Buffy thought for a moment, considering his words carefully.

Xander watched as she shifted her balance to the tips of her toes and tilted her chin high to meet his lips. Xander closed his eyes as she kissed him softly. After a long moment, Buffy drew back and opened her eyes to his. "I want this. I want you. I wanna be with you."

He removed his hands from over hers and watched as she continued where she had left off with the buttons of his shirt. Her gentle hands fascinated him, they were so thin and dainty and yet, totally powerful. She could rip his head clean off of his shoulders with her seemingly delicate hands.

Xander smirked and turned his eyes to her face. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the skin of his throat and chest that was exposed by the opening of his shirt.

Her gaze went to his face and helped him shrug the shirt off of his shoulders. Xander dropped the shirt to the floor. His fingers laced through her loosely curled, short hair and let a moan escape from his lips as her mouth kissed his chest.

A shiver vibrated through his entire body as her lethally strong and feminine fingers went to his belt. Without skipping a beat, Xander's belt and the top button of his pants were open and his zipper was down.

Wrapping his arms around Buffy, he pressed her into his shirtless body and found her mouth. He loved kissing her. He couldn't get enough of her lips. She still tasted of the pear dessert from the restaurant.

Buffy hands played with the short hairs at the base of his neck while Xander's hands roamed her back.

"Do you want to stop?" He kept the ball in her court.

She loved that he did that. Throughout this entire new passionate adventure, Xander had always made sure whatever they did, however far they've gotten to, it was by her choice. There was never any pressure which gave her relief. She never felt like he only wanted her to fulfil some teenage dream. Xander made her feel adored, happy, and respected.

As a silent response, Buffy pressed her mouth against his briefly. She kept her eyes on him as she unclipped the delicate latch behind her neck that held the dress up. She let the front of the dress fall, exposing her bare breasts.

Xander swallowed overwhelmed by her beauty. His hands cupped her breasts and dropped to his knees. His mouth covered her breast. His tongue swirled around her nipple then shifted his attention to the other breast, giving it the same thorough treatment. Buffy moaned and buried her fingers in his dark hair. His mouth went over her flat stomach as his fingers gently tugged the rest of the dress down her hips, and let it pool around her feet. Drawing his head back, Xander looked up at her completely enchanted. His hands went to her hips. He felt dizzy at the sight of her in only a pair of fragile nude-coloured lace panties. His gaze returned back to her face for reassurance of her choice.

With a hypnotizing half smile, Buffy gave him a small nod as permission to continue.

Placing small kisses on her skin, Xander looped his fingers around the lace strings of her panties and slowly slid them down her thighs and over her knees before he let them go. He lifted his eyes and breathed hard, trying to keep up with his racing heart. "God almighty," he whispered in awe.

The look in his eyes didn't make her feel embarrassed as he gawked over her naked form. Instead, it made her feel empowered. She seemed to have such a profound effect on this strong man, she couldn't help but feel a bit powerful because of it. The way his fascinated hands roamed over her body heated her with desire.

Her fingers touched the tip of his chin, drawing his attention back up to her face. Xander slowly stood to his feet as she gently directed him upwards. He dipped his head down, covering his mouth over hers. His tongue touched her lips and snuck in-between her teeth to engage in another duelling battle with her tongue.

He smiled against her mouth as her hands went back to his pants. With excited urgency, Xander comically kicked off his shoes followed by his pants. Without breaking the kiss, he managed to free himself from his boxers. Buffy let out a laugh catching a glimpse at the puppy dog face pattern on his boxers being tossed away.

Now completely nude, they took a moment to look at one another. The moment was extremely brief as their desperate desire consumed them completely.

His mouth over hers, Xander backed her up to the edge of the bed and laid her back. His mouth went over her neck and sucked on her skin possessively, which would no doubt turn into a hickey in the morning.

Buffy's head laid on the pillow. Her fingers laced into his dark hair as she panted and let out a moan when his fingers teased her nipples. He was driving her crazy.

She found herself moaning out in protest when he abandoned his attention on her breasts. He kissed a small trail to her abdomen and settled himself between her thighs. He lifted his eyes to see her face. Her head was back, her bottom lip between her teeth trying to suppress her loud moan. Xander felt like he should pinch himself only to realize that this was his life. He was the one that was in bed with Buffy. He was the one making her moan loudly. He was the one that she wants.

With that thought processing in his mind, Xander placed her legs on his shoulders and kissed the inside of her thigh before tenderly caressing her centre with his mouth.

Oh my God, Xander! Buffy's mind cried out. Where the hell did he learn to do that! She arched her back off of the bed as he pushed her to the edge. "Oh, Xander!"

Proudly smirking, Xander continued to kiss her again, with added pressure to his darting tongue around her sex.

Soon, Buffy's response to his efforts came in a shiver of euphoria. Xander lapped up her sweet tangy moisture, which was distinctly Buffy. He listened to her catch her breath as he moved back up her body.

Once again face-to-face, Buffy held her hands in his hair and pulled him down over her. Her kiss was almost violent with need. She heels of her feet dug into the backs of his thighs, urging him along. She sucked on his bottom lip. Xander gripped his erection and rubbed the tip against her opening mercilessly before he emerged himself deep inside at an agonizing pace.

As soon as he was completely inside, Xander stilled his movements and took a second to savour this moment. None of his daydreaming fantasies about Buffy Summers could have compared to this. He caught his breath and looked at her. Her eyes were wide open and on him. Xander could feel her fingers toy with his hair, he loved her fingers in his hair, gently scratching his scalp. He released the breath he's been holding in and kissed her. His heart soared feeling her smile against his mouth.

The moment passed and his feeling of wanting to savour shifted into intense need. He began to move within her, letting the natural instinctual movements of his body take over. He pulled almost the entire way out and thrusted back inside, filling her completely. A sharp breath escaped her lips. Xander repeated this motion over and over again. His lips found her neck, then her breasts. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts as her fingers tenderly scratched his back and shoulders.

Unable to hold back, Xander pounded inside her, moaning into her neck. He felt his climax approach swiftly. He slid his hand between them and stroked her, giving her the release first. Her powerful Slayer muscles gripped him and Xander was no match. He spilt himself deep inside her as he moaned her name before he collapsed.

Their breaths were panted, skin beaded with sweat. Xander lifted his head from her neck and covered her mouth with his own.

After a minute of coming down their passionate embrace, Xander slid himself out of her and rolled them on the bed so that he was on the bottom. Buffy rested her head on his chest and listened to his racing heart.

"Your heart is beating as fast as mine." She broke the comfortable silence.

Xander held her hand that rested on his chest gently toying with the dark hairs of his chest. Buffy tilted her chin upwards and watched as he kissed her fingertips. With his other hand that was around her shoulders, he pushed the fallen strands of her hair off of her forehead.

"You're amazing," he whispered then pressed his lips to her forehead.

Buffy smiled tenderly running her index finger over the bridge of his nose to his lips, to his chin. "This has been a really great first date."

"Yeah, it only took us six years to get here."

Sharing a few soft kisses, Buffy nestled herself against him warmed by his arm wrapped around her back. She closed her eyes feeling completely sated, never thinking about what the next day would bring.