The Morning After
Rating: R due to language
Disclaimer: These Characters are not mine. I wish they were, but I am not that lucky, nor am I that rich
Beta'd by Sajinn
Feedback is desperately needed. If not, I will keep writing badly and keep posting them.
Set Season 6. After "Hell's Bells" Willow and Tara are together, though.
This is written in Xander's POV.
Chapter 3
They don't think I know much about magic, but I've been reading about it since before Buffy came to Sunnydale. When everyone caught me checking out those books, I played the "Horny Xander" role, but the subject really interested me. After watching Amy and all of her issues, my studies became more secret. Willow is more gung-ho than me, but given the opportunity, I can hold my own. I got the rest of the ingredients, along with a copy of the spell as discretely as possible, which isn't hard when everybody else is preoccupied. When the research party broke up, I grabbed my stuff and headed home.
The spell looked very easy…but as always, looks can be deceiving. I prepared the needed components, and formed the circle. The spell began when I closed my eyes and started chanting, all the while focusing on last night. I felt this haze swirl around me, and suddenly the scenery changes. There is this other me drinking like a sailor at the bar.
Eew, He's really drunk. And as all good drunks know, the mouth starts running. He starts to reminisce about Buffy, her death(s), and subsequent returns. The guys are just as sloshed, so they take no notice of these ramblings. Bring up all of these memories, reminds him that he is late to meet the girls at the Bronze. The others never notice his exit.
Next thing I see is the other me wandering around a cemetery with not a care in the world. How stupid people can be when they are that smashed? Especially people who know what lurks after dark. Knowing my luck, I should have been brunch for some fledglings who want an easy snack. Aaand heeere they are! He can't even defend himself, but is trying valiantly, giving the Demons a chance to work up an appetite. Fortunately, and as you can probably guess, Buffy shows up, killing the Vamps easily.
Did I mention that a Drunk Xander is not the most tactful? Now comes the part where Buffy uses her Slayer strength and drags the other me home. He dominates the conversation repeating his drunken ramblings from the bar. Anya now becomes the focus, especially the reasons for leaving her at the altar. About always knowing there wouldn't be a wedding, but leading her on anyway. Shit! Now a diatribe about my shitty home life. I know they know my parents suck, but I've never gone into major detail. At least not with Buffy, and not with Willow in a few years.
We move to outside my door and we fumble with my keys. Buffy finally unlocks my door, and leads me in. Keeping with the theme of my shitty life, I start talking about life here with Anya, and how this place reminds me of, well, our intimate moments. It's kind of weird, Buffy really hasn't talked much. Maybe because she's so disgusted with my behavior. I don't know. Here comes my favorite line so far… "You know I never loved Anya as much I loved you, and still love you. That's why I went along with the spell to bring you back. I couldn't imagine the rest of my life without you."
Yup, the sloshed Xander spilled the beans. And all this time I thought my crush had waned, but it was flowing somewhere in the subconscious. I guess being drunk lets all of the emotions flow. Ooh, more drabble, and this time there was some mention about showing her the more physical aspects of my love. Now here comes the more confusing part: She accepts. She starts kissing me passionately, saying, "Show me how much you love me." I know I would never have slept with her, even this drunk, if she didn't want me to. She started to undress me, and then herself. I'm not going to go into the sordid details, but suffice it to say, we screwed. This may have been making love on my part, but I was too drunk, and it seemed she just wanted a fuck. We fall asleep wrapped in each other, a smile on my lips, and a kind of peaceful, painful smile on hers.
I wake out of the trance, more determined than ever to talk to Buffy.
Rating: R due to language
Disclaimer: These Characters are not mine. I wish they were, but I am not that lucky, nor am I that rich
Beta'd by Sajinn
Feedback is desperately needed. If not, I will keep writing badly and keep posting them.
Set Season 6. After "Hell's Bells" Willow and Tara are together, though.
This is written in Xander's POV.
Chapter 3
They don't think I know much about magic, but I've been reading about it since before Buffy came to Sunnydale. When everyone caught me checking out those books, I played the "Horny Xander" role, but the subject really interested me. After watching Amy and all of her issues, my studies became more secret. Willow is more gung-ho than me, but given the opportunity, I can hold my own. I got the rest of the ingredients, along with a copy of the spell as discretely as possible, which isn't hard when everybody else is preoccupied. When the research party broke up, I grabbed my stuff and headed home.
The spell looked very easy…but as always, looks can be deceiving. I prepared the needed components, and formed the circle. The spell began when I closed my eyes and started chanting, all the while focusing on last night. I felt this haze swirl around me, and suddenly the scenery changes. There is this other me drinking like a sailor at the bar.
Eew, He's really drunk. And as all good drunks know, the mouth starts running. He starts to reminisce about Buffy, her death(s), and subsequent returns. The guys are just as sloshed, so they take no notice of these ramblings. Bring up all of these memories, reminds him that he is late to meet the girls at the Bronze. The others never notice his exit.
Next thing I see is the other me wandering around a cemetery with not a care in the world. How stupid people can be when they are that smashed? Especially people who know what lurks after dark. Knowing my luck, I should have been brunch for some fledglings who want an easy snack. Aaand heeere they are! He can't even defend himself, but is trying valiantly, giving the Demons a chance to work up an appetite. Fortunately, and as you can probably guess, Buffy shows up, killing the Vamps easily.
Did I mention that a Drunk Xander is not the most tactful? Now comes the part where Buffy uses her Slayer strength and drags the other me home. He dominates the conversation repeating his drunken ramblings from the bar. Anya now becomes the focus, especially the reasons for leaving her at the altar. About always knowing there wouldn't be a wedding, but leading her on anyway. Shit! Now a diatribe about my shitty home life. I know they know my parents suck, but I've never gone into major detail. At least not with Buffy, and not with Willow in a few years.
We move to outside my door and we fumble with my keys. Buffy finally unlocks my door, and leads me in. Keeping with the theme of my shitty life, I start talking about life here with Anya, and how this place reminds me of, well, our intimate moments. It's kind of weird, Buffy really hasn't talked much. Maybe because she's so disgusted with my behavior. I don't know. Here comes my favorite line so far… "You know I never loved Anya as much I loved you, and still love you. That's why I went along with the spell to bring you back. I couldn't imagine the rest of my life without you."
Yup, the sloshed Xander spilled the beans. And all this time I thought my crush had waned, but it was flowing somewhere in the subconscious. I guess being drunk lets all of the emotions flow. Ooh, more drabble, and this time there was some mention about showing her the more physical aspects of my love. Now here comes the more confusing part: She accepts. She starts kissing me passionately, saying, "Show me how much you love me." I know I would never have slept with her, even this drunk, if she didn't want me to. She started to undress me, and then herself. I'm not going to go into the sordid details, but suffice it to say, we screwed. This may have been making love on my part, but I was too drunk, and it seemed she just wanted a fuck. We fall asleep wrapped in each other, a smile on my lips, and a kind of peaceful, painful smile on hers.
I wake out of the trance, more determined than ever to talk to Buffy.