Title: Xander the Sperm Donor (2/?)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link.
Rating: Definitely R, probably NC-17 later on.
Spoilers: Up to The Gift. Everything afterwards will be ignored.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Tara and Willow want a baby, and they know exactly who they want the father to be. Too bad they neglected to inform him...
Author's Note: Contains W/T, W/X, T/X, and mature situations. Reader discretion is advised.
* * *
"What's going on with you guys, Willow? Xander's been getting all nervous and twitchy lately whenever I mention you or Tara."
Willow bit her lip and said, "Well... it's nothing, really. Just a... sort of personal thing." She smiled reassuringly, "We'll work it out."
"If you say so..." Dawn accepted reluctantly. "Just... work it out soon, okay? He's getting so jumpy, I'm starting to think the world's going to end. Again, I mean."
"We'll try."
"Thanks. I hate seeing him so tense like that. Ever since Buffy died, he's become almost like a father to me... and now a major 'eww' to that thought," Dawn added as she recalled her crush on the older man.
The door opened, and Xander stepped in with a wave, "Hey, Dawnie!"
"Xander, you're back!" the teenager squealed and tackled him with a hug.
"Hi, Xander."
"W-Willow," Xander said, disengaging himself Dawn's arms.
"I'm... sorry about what happened earlier," the redhead said hesitantly. "Can you forgive me?"
"Hey," he said, "no worries, Wills. You just slipped a little is all. Hug?"
She smiled, relieved, and wrapped her arms around him, and he returned the hug with equal enthusiasm.
He resisted the urge to pull away when he felt one of Willow's hands drift down to caress his buttocks. It was probably nothing, just a flu-... an _accident_.
She felt him stiffen in her arms and moved her hand again, this time to a safer location. *Slowly...* she thought. *One step at a time. Plus, Dawn's here.*
"Thanks, Xander."
"The day Xander Harris can't forgive Willow Rosenberg is the day he's pushing up daisies," he said with utter sincerity.
"Aww, you guys," Dawn smiled encouragingly at them. It looked like things would be getting better between them.
* * *
Xander looked up and blinked, "Tara?"
The blonde witch wordlessly held a finger up to her lips and approached him, a look in her eyes he had never seen before.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss that blew his mind.
"Hubba-wha?" he blinked down at her as she began kissing down his neck. Placing one last long lick up the side of his neck, she stepped back and pulled her shirt off over her head, blithely tossing it aside.
Almost against his will, his hands reached out toward her breasts, but he hesitated before grasping the perfect globes.
"Go ahead," she whispered.
*Niiice...* he thought as his fingers explored her mammaries. He slipped his hand under her bra and tweaked her nipples. She smiled and leaned in toward him, unbuttoning his shirt.
Tara began to kiss a path down his chest and looked up with a wicked grin as she began to undo his pants...
* * *
Xander bolted upright, covered in sweat.
*Oh, God,* he thought, filled with guilt and more than a little terrified at the implications. *I just... Tara... dream... no way!*
* * *
"Harris, it's your new blonde."
He scowled at Jim. Just because most of his friends were women...
Xander nodded, "I hear ya, Jim. Tell her I'll be right out."
He wiped his hands free of the sawdust and grease that coated them and headed out to greet Tara.
His breath caught in his throat when he saw her there, standing at the edge of the construction site and holding a picnic basket. The bright shafts of sunlight that gave Sunnydale its name seemed to surround the blonde witch in a halo of light.
She was so beautiful, it literally took his breath away.
Shaking himself back to his senses and quashing the memory of his recent dreams, Xander walked up to her and gave a wry half smile, "Hi there, beautiful."
She blushed and smiled, and Xander felt his heart lift. He loved his Willow smiles, always would, but a Tara smile could probably make Deadboy lose his soul again.
"H-hi, Xander," she stuttered, still blushing. "I-I... an apology for the other night." She held up the picnic basket. "I-I made you lunch."
He smiled warmly and accepted the basket, "Thanks, Tara." He set it aside and said, "But there's nothing to apologize for. At least not to me. If you owe anyone an apology, it's Willow."
Tara looked away, then leaned toward him and wordlessly pulled him into a hug, which he gladly returned, despite the warning bells going off in his head.
After a long moment, he realized his hands had moved without consulting his brain. One caressed her back in a manner far more intimate than mere friends should be, and the other was now resting on the curve of her ass.
Her hands had moved as well, one mirroring his own hand and squeezing his buttocks slightly. The other was positioned behind his neck. She looked up at him and said breathlessly, "I don't owe her anything."
That's when she pulled him down into a kiss. At first, he tried to pull away, but with a strength that belied her gentle nature, she kept him close, her lips pressed against his. After a moment, he lost track of time as their tongues dueled vigorously.
She pulled away and winked, "See ya later, Xander."
He could only blink in stunned amazement as he watched her leave.
Or, more precisely, as he watched her derriere swing side to side tantalizingly while she was leaving.
Jim stepped up beside him and crossed his arms, "Harris."
"Yeah?" Xander remained frozen in place, but at least he managed to blink.
"I thought you said this blonde was gay."
"I did. She is."
"Harris, gay women don't kiss guys like that. That chick's straight as an arrow, an' she's pointed right at you, you lucky dog."
Xander groaned and hung his head, "Willow's gonna kill me."
Jim chuckled, "Hey, don't worry about it. Pretty obvious to me you've got some magic mojo going if you can charm a lesbo. Just cast that same ol' spell on your redhead, and she'll forgive you in a flash. Now, c'mon, let's get back to work."
"Magic..." Xander mused. "Of course! That _has_ to be it! Jim, you're a _genius_!"
"Huh?"
"Never mind."
* * *
*Okay,* he thought frantically as he paged through the massive ancient tome, searching for a way to counter the love spell he had had Amy cast oh so long ago that he was _certain_ was behind the two witches' recent amorous behaviour. *Gotta be in here... gotta be what's going on... nothing else makes sense...*
Two hours later, he thought he found it. *Aha!* He mumbled the description under his breath, "'Lovers True: When matters of the heart are in conflict, this spell shall resolve the issue in a manner most simple. The caster and those involved shall emerge with hearts unbroken and true love satisfied.'" He grinned and crowed triumphantly, "This is perfect!"
All he needed was a personal item from each of the people involved.
He winced. That was going to be tricky.
* * *
Author's Postscript:
The plot thickens. Anyone _really_ think the spell's going to work like he thinks? That's what I thought. ^_^
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link.
Rating: Definitely R, probably NC-17 later on.
Spoilers: Up to The Gift. Everything afterwards will be ignored.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Tara and Willow want a baby, and they know exactly who they want the father to be. Too bad they neglected to inform him...
Author's Note: Contains W/T, W/X, T/X, and mature situations. Reader discretion is advised.
* * *
"What's going on with you guys, Willow? Xander's been getting all nervous and twitchy lately whenever I mention you or Tara."
Willow bit her lip and said, "Well... it's nothing, really. Just a... sort of personal thing." She smiled reassuringly, "We'll work it out."
"If you say so..." Dawn accepted reluctantly. "Just... work it out soon, okay? He's getting so jumpy, I'm starting to think the world's going to end. Again, I mean."
"We'll try."
"Thanks. I hate seeing him so tense like that. Ever since Buffy died, he's become almost like a father to me... and now a major 'eww' to that thought," Dawn added as she recalled her crush on the older man.
The door opened, and Xander stepped in with a wave, "Hey, Dawnie!"
"Xander, you're back!" the teenager squealed and tackled him with a hug.
"Hi, Xander."
"W-Willow," Xander said, disengaging himself Dawn's arms.
"I'm... sorry about what happened earlier," the redhead said hesitantly. "Can you forgive me?"
"Hey," he said, "no worries, Wills. You just slipped a little is all. Hug?"
She smiled, relieved, and wrapped her arms around him, and he returned the hug with equal enthusiasm.
He resisted the urge to pull away when he felt one of Willow's hands drift down to caress his buttocks. It was probably nothing, just a flu-... an _accident_.
She felt him stiffen in her arms and moved her hand again, this time to a safer location. *Slowly...* she thought. *One step at a time. Plus, Dawn's here.*
"Thanks, Xander."
"The day Xander Harris can't forgive Willow Rosenberg is the day he's pushing up daisies," he said with utter sincerity.
"Aww, you guys," Dawn smiled encouragingly at them. It looked like things would be getting better between them.
* * *
Xander looked up and blinked, "Tara?"
The blonde witch wordlessly held a finger up to her lips and approached him, a look in her eyes he had never seen before.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss that blew his mind.
"Hubba-wha?" he blinked down at her as she began kissing down his neck. Placing one last long lick up the side of his neck, she stepped back and pulled her shirt off over her head, blithely tossing it aside.
Almost against his will, his hands reached out toward her breasts, but he hesitated before grasping the perfect globes.
"Go ahead," she whispered.
*Niiice...* he thought as his fingers explored her mammaries. He slipped his hand under her bra and tweaked her nipples. She smiled and leaned in toward him, unbuttoning his shirt.
Tara began to kiss a path down his chest and looked up with a wicked grin as she began to undo his pants...
* * *
Xander bolted upright, covered in sweat.
*Oh, God,* he thought, filled with guilt and more than a little terrified at the implications. *I just... Tara... dream... no way!*
* * *
"Harris, it's your new blonde."
He scowled at Jim. Just because most of his friends were women...
Xander nodded, "I hear ya, Jim. Tell her I'll be right out."
He wiped his hands free of the sawdust and grease that coated them and headed out to greet Tara.
His breath caught in his throat when he saw her there, standing at the edge of the construction site and holding a picnic basket. The bright shafts of sunlight that gave Sunnydale its name seemed to surround the blonde witch in a halo of light.
She was so beautiful, it literally took his breath away.
Shaking himself back to his senses and quashing the memory of his recent dreams, Xander walked up to her and gave a wry half smile, "Hi there, beautiful."
She blushed and smiled, and Xander felt his heart lift. He loved his Willow smiles, always would, but a Tara smile could probably make Deadboy lose his soul again.
"H-hi, Xander," she stuttered, still blushing. "I-I... an apology for the other night." She held up the picnic basket. "I-I made you lunch."
He smiled warmly and accepted the basket, "Thanks, Tara." He set it aside and said, "But there's nothing to apologize for. At least not to me. If you owe anyone an apology, it's Willow."
Tara looked away, then leaned toward him and wordlessly pulled him into a hug, which he gladly returned, despite the warning bells going off in his head.
After a long moment, he realized his hands had moved without consulting his brain. One caressed her back in a manner far more intimate than mere friends should be, and the other was now resting on the curve of her ass.
Her hands had moved as well, one mirroring his own hand and squeezing his buttocks slightly. The other was positioned behind his neck. She looked up at him and said breathlessly, "I don't owe her anything."
That's when she pulled him down into a kiss. At first, he tried to pull away, but with a strength that belied her gentle nature, she kept him close, her lips pressed against his. After a moment, he lost track of time as their tongues dueled vigorously.
She pulled away and winked, "See ya later, Xander."
He could only blink in stunned amazement as he watched her leave.
Or, more precisely, as he watched her derriere swing side to side tantalizingly while she was leaving.
Jim stepped up beside him and crossed his arms, "Harris."
"Yeah?" Xander remained frozen in place, but at least he managed to blink.
"I thought you said this blonde was gay."
"I did. She is."
"Harris, gay women don't kiss guys like that. That chick's straight as an arrow, an' she's pointed right at you, you lucky dog."
Xander groaned and hung his head, "Willow's gonna kill me."
Jim chuckled, "Hey, don't worry about it. Pretty obvious to me you've got some magic mojo going if you can charm a lesbo. Just cast that same ol' spell on your redhead, and she'll forgive you in a flash. Now, c'mon, let's get back to work."
"Magic..." Xander mused. "Of course! That _has_ to be it! Jim, you're a _genius_!"
"Huh?"
"Never mind."
* * *
*Okay,* he thought frantically as he paged through the massive ancient tome, searching for a way to counter the love spell he had had Amy cast oh so long ago that he was _certain_ was behind the two witches' recent amorous behaviour. *Gotta be in here... gotta be what's going on... nothing else makes sense...*
Two hours later, he thought he found it. *Aha!* He mumbled the description under his breath, "'Lovers True: When matters of the heart are in conflict, this spell shall resolve the issue in a manner most simple. The caster and those involved shall emerge with hearts unbroken and true love satisfied.'" He grinned and crowed triumphantly, "This is perfect!"
All he needed was a personal item from each of the people involved.
He winced. That was going to be tricky.
* * *
Author's Postscript:
The plot thickens. Anyone _really_ think the spell's going to work like he thinks? That's what I thought. ^_^