Title: Dancing Around Love (2/13)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966
Rating: I'm gonna go say R for semi-explicit sex.
Spoilers: This part begins during Gone but has spoilers up to Older and Far Away.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: What if Buffy wasn't the only one with an illicit affair?
Author's Note: Okay, so we've got major T/Xness, along with some W/X, W/T, and the A/X demanded by the time setting. I'm not fond of A/X. You have been warned.
Well, we will have all that later on, anyway. ^_^'
* * *
"Hey, Tara?"
She opened the door, "Xander? What is it?"
"It's Buffy. She's... kind of on the invisible side right now. An's convinced it's some kind of spell, but I figured I'd check with you first. Any chance one of Buffy's enemies might've... well... screwed up?"
"Well, I, uh, I don't think so..." Tara mumbled, her gaze tracing down his body. *Oh, Goddess! No!*
"You sure? I mean, you took some of your books, right? Maybe we should check. Oh! A-and, um, Willow said you'd left these behind," he hastily stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out the two crystals that had been in the small peacock statue.
"Th-thanks," she smiled and reached out to take them. Something sparked as their hands touched, and she shuddered and gasped at the touch of his skin.
He looked at her and shook his head, "Oh God." He licked his suddenly dry lips.
She looked up at him and leaned into him. He caught her in his arms and guided her into the room, closing the door behind them. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. The couple shifted, and he sat on the edge of the bed.
Raising her head, she leaned down to kiss him, and Xander met her halfway, their lips locking passionately together. Pulling back, he croaked, "We shouldn't."
She nodded, "I know." She kissed him again, gently pushing him onto his back.
That day, it wasn't just comfort or lust. That day, it was something more, though neither would be able to define it. That day, they each found something in each other that they hadn't known they'd lost.
* * *
"Please don't forgive me, please," Buffy sobbed. "Please don't..." The Slayer slid off the coffee table and dropped to her knees, burying her face in Tara's lap, "Please don't forgive me..."
Tara brushed Buffy's hair back and held her close, whispering tightly, "I have to. O-or I won't be able to forgive myself."
Buffy looked up, confusion crossing her tear-streaked face. "Forgive yourself? F-for what?"
Tara bit her lip. Buffy had just told her her deepest secret. It was only fair that she do the same. "I... I'm cheating on Willow. W-with Xander."
Buffy's eyes went wide, and she yelped, "You're sleeping with Xander?!"
"Shh!" Tara hushed her, looking around with panicked eyes. She hissed, "Not so loud!"
"Okay," Buffy said quietly, "but... _Xander_? I thought..."
"I know," Tara mumbled. "I _know_. I can't really... he's different, somehow. N-not like other men." Her eyes still flicked back and forth nervously.
Buffy finally cracked a weak smile, "He's like a girlfriend that knows guy stuff."
Tara raised an eyebrow. "That's... an interesting way to put it," she allowed. She let out a goofy grin. "He's like a girlfriend with guy parts, a-and he does this one thing with his tongue..." she trailed off, her eyes glazing over.
Buffy's jaw dropped, and she positively _stared_ at Tara. When she finally found her voice, there was only one thing she could think of to say.
"Whoa."
* * *
Xander leaned against the closet wall. He never knew Anya was claustrophobic, and as much as he wanted to be with her when she needed him, she was driving him nuts with frustration, and they were no closer to figuring out how to kill that demon or get them free of whatever it was that trapped them in the house.
What he needed right now was some time alone to relax.
He jerked upright when the closet door silently swung open. He blinked owlishly at the dim but still blinding light from the hallway. "Tara?"
"Got room for another in this closet?" she asked quietly.
"Sure," he said, stepping back and making room. "So, any luck?"
She stepped in and closed the door behind her. Shaking her head, she said, "No more than last time, and that demon's still on the loose."
"Yeah, trapped in here with us. Isn't that lovely?" he scowled in the dark. He was surprised when he felt her lips on his. The scent of her filled his nostrils, and her hands ran across his body. When she finally broke the kiss, she began kissing her way down his chest.
"Tara..." he whimpered. "We shouldn't..."
She paid him no heed and gripped his fly in her teeth, tugging it down slowly. She wanted the taste of him, she _needed_ it. The stresses of the situation were wearing away at her, and she needed a release, even if it was just in giving him one.
"An and Will are here. We might ge-... ahh!" he gasped and stopped his protests as she began to pleasure him with her mouth.
* * *
Willow stared in shock, trying to process what she was seeing. Xander was leaning against the wall of the closet, almost fully clothed, moaning out Tara's name as he reached his climax.
Tara, for her part, was on her knees, with her lips wrapped around a part of Xander that was normally clothed. She was dimly aware of Anya next to her, calling out Xander's name in shock.
When she finally got her voice working again, she could only say one thing: "Tara?!"
Xander's eyes flew open, and he stared at them, "Oh, shit."
"Mmph!" Tara jerked her head back and looked at them. A trail of spittle dangled between the corner of her mouth and the tip of...
Willow refused to think about it. Tara brushed the spittle away and said, "Willow."
It was her name, but the way she said it and the look in her eyes conveyed so much more meaning than the two simple syllables ever could by themselves.
She couldn't handle it. She turned and ran.
* * *
"Willow," Tara said, unconsciously wiping her mouth. The pain in the redhead's eyes thrust a proverbial dagger into her heart, and she blinked back tears as the recovering witch fled.
She was only vaguely aware of Anya disappearing down the hall in the other direction. Tara stood and looked at Xander, who bore a haunted look on his face that mirrored how she felt.
"Tara," he choked out, "we should..."
She nodded, "Yeah."
He tucked his manhood back into his pants and started off after Anya, but she caught his elbow, "W-w-wait. She might... let me cast a-a protective spell. J-just in case."
Xander hesitated, then nodded. "All right."
* * *
Author's Postscript:
I decided to trim this part to keep it in line with the length of part one. Expect mega-doses of angst in part three.
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966
Rating: I'm gonna go say R for semi-explicit sex.
Spoilers: This part begins during Gone but has spoilers up to Older and Far Away.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: What if Buffy wasn't the only one with an illicit affair?
Author's Note: Okay, so we've got major T/Xness, along with some W/X, W/T, and the A/X demanded by the time setting. I'm not fond of A/X. You have been warned.
Well, we will have all that later on, anyway. ^_^'
* * *
"Hey, Tara?"
She opened the door, "Xander? What is it?"
"It's Buffy. She's... kind of on the invisible side right now. An's convinced it's some kind of spell, but I figured I'd check with you first. Any chance one of Buffy's enemies might've... well... screwed up?"
"Well, I, uh, I don't think so..." Tara mumbled, her gaze tracing down his body. *Oh, Goddess! No!*
"You sure? I mean, you took some of your books, right? Maybe we should check. Oh! A-and, um, Willow said you'd left these behind," he hastily stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out the two crystals that had been in the small peacock statue.
"Th-thanks," she smiled and reached out to take them. Something sparked as their hands touched, and she shuddered and gasped at the touch of his skin.
He looked at her and shook his head, "Oh God." He licked his suddenly dry lips.
She looked up at him and leaned into him. He caught her in his arms and guided her into the room, closing the door behind them. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. The couple shifted, and he sat on the edge of the bed.
Raising her head, she leaned down to kiss him, and Xander met her halfway, their lips locking passionately together. Pulling back, he croaked, "We shouldn't."
She nodded, "I know." She kissed him again, gently pushing him onto his back.
That day, it wasn't just comfort or lust. That day, it was something more, though neither would be able to define it. That day, they each found something in each other that they hadn't known they'd lost.
* * *
"Please don't forgive me, please," Buffy sobbed. "Please don't..." The Slayer slid off the coffee table and dropped to her knees, burying her face in Tara's lap, "Please don't forgive me..."
Tara brushed Buffy's hair back and held her close, whispering tightly, "I have to. O-or I won't be able to forgive myself."
Buffy looked up, confusion crossing her tear-streaked face. "Forgive yourself? F-for what?"
Tara bit her lip. Buffy had just told her her deepest secret. It was only fair that she do the same. "I... I'm cheating on Willow. W-with Xander."
Buffy's eyes went wide, and she yelped, "You're sleeping with Xander?!"
"Shh!" Tara hushed her, looking around with panicked eyes. She hissed, "Not so loud!"
"Okay," Buffy said quietly, "but... _Xander_? I thought..."
"I know," Tara mumbled. "I _know_. I can't really... he's different, somehow. N-not like other men." Her eyes still flicked back and forth nervously.
Buffy finally cracked a weak smile, "He's like a girlfriend that knows guy stuff."
Tara raised an eyebrow. "That's... an interesting way to put it," she allowed. She let out a goofy grin. "He's like a girlfriend with guy parts, a-and he does this one thing with his tongue..." she trailed off, her eyes glazing over.
Buffy's jaw dropped, and she positively _stared_ at Tara. When she finally found her voice, there was only one thing she could think of to say.
"Whoa."
* * *
Xander leaned against the closet wall. He never knew Anya was claustrophobic, and as much as he wanted to be with her when she needed him, she was driving him nuts with frustration, and they were no closer to figuring out how to kill that demon or get them free of whatever it was that trapped them in the house.
What he needed right now was some time alone to relax.
He jerked upright when the closet door silently swung open. He blinked owlishly at the dim but still blinding light from the hallway. "Tara?"
"Got room for another in this closet?" she asked quietly.
"Sure," he said, stepping back and making room. "So, any luck?"
She stepped in and closed the door behind her. Shaking her head, she said, "No more than last time, and that demon's still on the loose."
"Yeah, trapped in here with us. Isn't that lovely?" he scowled in the dark. He was surprised when he felt her lips on his. The scent of her filled his nostrils, and her hands ran across his body. When she finally broke the kiss, she began kissing her way down his chest.
"Tara..." he whimpered. "We shouldn't..."
She paid him no heed and gripped his fly in her teeth, tugging it down slowly. She wanted the taste of him, she _needed_ it. The stresses of the situation were wearing away at her, and she needed a release, even if it was just in giving him one.
"An and Will are here. We might ge-... ahh!" he gasped and stopped his protests as she began to pleasure him with her mouth.
* * *
Willow stared in shock, trying to process what she was seeing. Xander was leaning against the wall of the closet, almost fully clothed, moaning out Tara's name as he reached his climax.
Tara, for her part, was on her knees, with her lips wrapped around a part of Xander that was normally clothed. She was dimly aware of Anya next to her, calling out Xander's name in shock.
When she finally got her voice working again, she could only say one thing: "Tara?!"
Xander's eyes flew open, and he stared at them, "Oh, shit."
"Mmph!" Tara jerked her head back and looked at them. A trail of spittle dangled between the corner of her mouth and the tip of...
Willow refused to think about it. Tara brushed the spittle away and said, "Willow."
It was her name, but the way she said it and the look in her eyes conveyed so much more meaning than the two simple syllables ever could by themselves.
She couldn't handle it. She turned and ran.
* * *
"Willow," Tara said, unconsciously wiping her mouth. The pain in the redhead's eyes thrust a proverbial dagger into her heart, and she blinked back tears as the recovering witch fled.
She was only vaguely aware of Anya disappearing down the hall in the other direction. Tara stood and looked at Xander, who bore a haunted look on his face that mirrored how she felt.
"Tara," he choked out, "we should..."
She nodded, "Yeah."
He tucked his manhood back into his pants and started off after Anya, but she caught his elbow, "W-w-wait. She might... let me cast a-a protective spell. J-just in case."
Xander hesitated, then nodded. "All right."
* * *
Author's Postscript:
I decided to trim this part to keep it in line with the length of part one. Expect mega-doses of angst in part three.