A/N: I lied. There's gonna be more of X/T. Me and my stupid allusions to . . .well nothing. Oh, and Cutting Edge? I watched the TV friendly version and was incredibly pissed off to see that they cut the line to 'I'm in the mood.' Anyway. . . So, this is like a good amount of time after the first installment - a record four or five weeks. (setting not real time) As always tell me what you think. Oh, first part was Chapter One
Melts In Your Mouth
Xander was sitting on the hill behind the Weasleys home. He was trying to cope with everything going on in his life. There was the whole trip issue and Buffy was married, and Willow was pregnant. And Xander really had nothing spectacular like that going on in his life. . .except he did.
"Help! Help! I'm being repressed! Come see the violence inherent in the system! Violence inherent in the system!" A chirpy female voice called, leaning over him. She giggled, her arms wrapping around his shoulders.
"Monty Python and The Holy Grail." He chuckled, "I thought you didn't watch muggle movies."
"Monty Python is not your average movie. It's a building block of society. 'Sides, Dumbledore loves 'em and forced us to watch them a few years back. Am I getting better at your game?"
"Yeah, definitely." He said half-heartedly as she sat beside him. Worry crossed into her eyes.
"You ok, Xander?"
"What? Oh yeah."
"Xander." She gave him a look she'd picked up from Willow.
"Its - I feel - It's complicated."
"You feel stupid?"
Xander started to nod, but then he actually took in what she'd said and turned to face her. A grin broke out over her face as she shoved him lightly.
"C'mon, Xand. I'm not calling you stupid. I just said you felt it. I know you too well." She said, pulling her cloak around her, to fight the chill in the night air.
"It's almost crazy." He muttered. She gave him a hurt look, not sure what to make of this. "That you've known me for a really short time, and yet you know me so well. Not that what you said was crazy. Total opposites. I'm babbling, you could jump in and not have that sad look on your face. Please?"
Tonks smiled. She had fallen for him so hard, that she really couldn't help smiling at him sometimes. He was always saying things and then apologizing for doing it. He was so sweet and so goofy sometimes. But right now, he was nervous.
"Xander. What are you so afraid of, really?"
He needed to think it over. It wasn't really that tough of a question, but it felt as if the weight of the world depended on his answer.
"I'm afraid of the same things I was afraid of when I was gonna marry Anya."
Tonks had heard a lot about Anya over the last few months. From nearly everyone. Willow had warned her that Anya had been the loved of his life. . . or something like that. She worried that he'd never get over her, or over the pain he'd caused her anyway. Her mouth opened and the words came from her mouth.
"So, you're afraid of hurting someone? Or just the commitment issue, then?"
"No, well - it's the opposite, really."
"Sorry, I don't follow." She shook her head, confused by this.
"See, I've been a magnet for the weirdest girls imaginable. There was the preying mantis, the mummy, a demon that wanted to sacrifice me over the Hellmouth, and there was Anya, an ex-demon."
She wasn't really sure what to say, so she held her tongue. He nodded when she didn't say anything.
"See, my problem is, after everything with the triplets these last five years, I - I want what I gave up on. I want a family. A - chance to be something I always wanted to -" He took a deep breath. "I want everything I gave up on." Xander grinned as he turned to face her. "And I figure, hey, haven't tried a witch yet. Sure you got the magic stick thingy, and the cool powers. I've got the one eye. I figure you're the safest thing I'm gonna end up getting a chance to have."
She waited for a few minutes. He'd said it all so casually. She wasn't sure she was actually following him.
"What are you saying?"
"Oh, you didn't know that all of that I wanted with you?"
"Is that your tact way of asking me to marry you?"
"Well, tact, no. Asking, yes." He bounded to his feet.
"We've known each other for five months!" She was staring up at him, her hand over her eyes.
"So?"
"Are you really asking me to marry you?"
"Yeah."
"Are you out of your bleeding gourd?"
"Huh?"
"Do you think I have enough time to plan a wedding? I've got my Auror missions and such. There's tons of people I need to tell . .. "
"Is that a yes, Nymph?"
She blushed furiously. He always teased her by calling her that. And it felt right.
"It's a half-assed answer to a half-assed asked question."
Xander scooped her in his arms, making her squeal as he swung her in the air. Willow was looking out the door, tears in her eyes as she watched her best friend swing the woman who was meant to be his in her arms. All was right in the world.
A/N 2: OK, this is it. I think. . . unless I change my mind. As always, how did I do?
