AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Cave Slayer want Xander. Bad. Now. Boy smell nice.
SPOILER: Beer Bad
DISTRIBUTION: Sandee, of course - My site - http://planetslaythis.homestead.com - Crystal and Butterfly if they want it - A Soul's Redemption - Anyone else - sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =)
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-14
DISCLAIMER: Asshole Joss owns all. Stupid brilliant bastard that he is. 'The Bad Touch' belongs to the Bloodhound Gang.
//Haha, well now, we call this the act of mating
But there are several other
Very important differences
Between human beings and animals
That you should know about
I'd appreciate your input
Sweat baby, sweat baby
Sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff
That only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants
And I bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert
And you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch
You want it rough, you're out of bounds
I want you smothered, want you covered
Like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Comin' quicker than Fed Ex
Never reach an apex
Just like coca-cola stock
You are inclined to make me rise an hour early
Just like daylight savings time
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now
Love the kind, you clean up
With a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt
Only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific
I wanna go down in your South Seas
But I got this notion
That the motion of your ocean means
Small Craft Advisory
So if I capsize on your thights
High tide B-5 you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on
I'm Mr. Coffee
With an automatic drip
So show me yours, I'll show you mine
Tool Time
You'll Lovett just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggy style
So we can both watch the X-Files
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now\\
"Scar tissue that I wish you saw, something else I don't remember, it reminds with all," Xander sang as he looked through book after book for an answer - a cure preferably - to Buffy's Cave Slayer-itis. It had been two weeks and she was still in primal mode. Buffy had been doing her best to get Xander into bed and he'd been extremely strong in fighting her off. Not only did he *not* want to have her that way, but Anya would kill him.
She'd been living at his house all this time, strutting around in her little outfits and making a pass every five minutes. Willow had tried to cover her at school, but it was a lost cause. She would most likely be kicked out of the dorm, and then what? Joyce was still out of town and Giles was too busy having multiple orgasms with some British woman named Olivia to help, so it was up to Xander and Xander alone.
He watched her sleep in a slump on the bed and wondered if she would want to stay with him if she'd had a choice. He loved having her around, even if she was constantly trying to jump his bones. In most cases, that would be a plus.
"Beer," Buffy woke up and looked all around. "Need beer."
"No, there's no beer, Buffy." Xander said calmly.
"Buffy want beer!" she yelled, pounding her fists on the wall.
Xander went over to the bed and sat beside her, stroking her hair. "I don't have any beer."
"No beer?" she looked like a little lost child. "No beer?"
"No, no beer."
She began to cry and he held her for a long time. Then she suddenly jerked away from him.
"Boy smell good," she announced, leaning back slowly until she was almost laying down. "Boy want Buffy?"
Oh, God, yes. Those were the first words that came to mind. He watched her as she laid out all the way, the baseball jersey of his that she wore clinging to all the right curves. He'd never wanted anything or anyone so badly before.
"Buffy mate boy?" she asked hopefully. "Buffy mate boy now?" she asked hopefully.
"No, no, no mating." he said calmly. He was embarrassed by his body responded in the opposite fashion.
"Boy no want Buffy!" she began crying and sat up, crawling into the corner of the bed and banging on the wall.
"No, no, no, I do, I do want Buffy." he reassured her.
"You want Buffy?" she asked.
"Yes, very much."
"Mate now." she said flatly.
"No, no mating." Xander pulled her hands off of his shoulders.
She began crying again and when he tried to hold her, she pushed him against the wall.
"Mate now." she said flatly, running her hands over his chest.
Xander had no choice but to kiss her. Her lips were soft yet forceful. They reminded him only of his dreams, the ones where he could play guitar at the Bronze and then Buffy would screw his name, wanting him madly.
The ones that were about to come true, except for the guitar part.
Xander broke the kiss and ran his hand through her wavy hair. Buffy growled and pressed her body against him.
"Mate." she bit his earlobe and ran her tongue over his ear. "Now."
"Buffy--"
"Mate!" she cried, ripping his shirt all the way off and tossing it. "Mate boy!"
"Tell ya what," Xander smoothed his hair back. "I'll give you something and then you'll go to sleep. If you still want to when you get up, we'll mate."
"Mate," she said forcefully, digging her nails into his chest. "Now."
Xander didn't wanna, but he shrugged and did it anyways.
He kissed her.
