More Than Friends?
Author: Jerrie L. Hooper
Summary: With the Scoobies scattered far and wide, Xander is left in LA to care for Dawn as she attends school. Was that a good idea?
Disclaimers:
Mr. Whedon owns all. I own nothing (except a very old car and a cranky cockatiel). This is written for my pleasure (actually, it was to get the little voices in my head to shut up, but "sssshhh" you didn't hear that from me.).
Yes, I did read it (and you'll know "it" when you get there) in a book. However, I do not remember the author or title. It was set in Texas, if that's any help.
Also, laws vary from state to state. Don't depend on anything I say to keep you out of trouble. I may have worked for an attorney but that was years ago and I don't remember squat.
Rating: R for sexual content & mild language
Spoilers: Through Chosen and Home. However, since this is my little universe, Angel Season 5 is not happening. Angel and Gang are at W & H. Spike is still dusty. Everyone else is covered. There are multiple references to seasons 1-7 of Buffy.
Author's Notes: I actually don't like author's notes. I was printing out something to read once and when I took the author's notes out it was 28 pages shorter. However, I needed somewhere to thank my wonderful beta – Star Mouse. Thanks ever so much for encouraging me to post. I do appreciate the encouragement and advice.
Chapter 1: Did We?
July 19, 2003
Xander stirred from sleep, his senses slow to awaken from the deep languor that had overtaken him.
Something wasn't right!
It was actually kinda odd. After years in Sunnydale, waking with the feeling of impending doom was "normal", but for some reason, even that normal was off this morning.
Maybe it was the incredible dreams from last night. At least she had been faceless in this dream. Sometimes it was Anya's face he saw, but waking from those dreams only made him lonely. He didn't feel lonely this morning. He felt...he felt...content. Content. That was the word he was looking for. The room, what he could see from where he was lying, was pleasant. The bed was cozily warm, the soft cotton of the sheets brushing against his bare skin. He could hear the clock ticking in the hall, the breathing next to him...
Breathing!
There definitely shouldn't be any breathing.
His back was to whoever was in the room with him and the sound was close enough that it was probably on the bed with him. At least, he assumed it was a whoever and not a whatever. Actually, with his track record it wasn't safe to assume that.
A soft groan made him freeze. Definitely feminine. He felt shifting on the bed behind him and craned his neck, trying to see over his shoulder without actually turning his body. He didn't want to wake her up. No, he couldn't see anything. Suddenly, Xander reached to make sure his eye patch was in place. He was still self-conscious about it.
He was so glad Dawn wasn't home. He had to get her, whoever she was, up and out. But, first he had to find some pants.
The last thing he remembered was sitting down in the sports bar to watch the game and he had definitely been wearing pants at the time.
There was more shifting on the bed, and Xander rolled to his back. He felt the long, smooth, bare legs brush against his own. She had misplaced her pants too.
I can't believe I picked up a woman in a bar and brought her home.
Brown hair. Brown hair and a very feminine hand wearing a familiar silver ring. The hand was attached to a long arm and a bare—BARE!!—shoulder. Her pants weren't the only thing she'd lost.
He noticed the blue eyes then. Blue eyes with a slight hint of worry.
What the hell is going on?
His mind raced, trying to find some reason for being in bed with Dawn, especially without pants. His mind wasn't coming up with any explanation that was good.
What have I done?
Author: Jerrie L. Hooper
Summary: With the Scoobies scattered far and wide, Xander is left in LA to care for Dawn as she attends school. Was that a good idea?
Disclaimers:
Mr. Whedon owns all. I own nothing (except a very old car and a cranky cockatiel). This is written for my pleasure (actually, it was to get the little voices in my head to shut up, but "sssshhh" you didn't hear that from me.).
Yes, I did read it (and you'll know "it" when you get there) in a book. However, I do not remember the author or title. It was set in Texas, if that's any help.
Also, laws vary from state to state. Don't depend on anything I say to keep you out of trouble. I may have worked for an attorney but that was years ago and I don't remember squat.
Rating: R for sexual content & mild language
Spoilers: Through Chosen and Home. However, since this is my little universe, Angel Season 5 is not happening. Angel and Gang are at W & H. Spike is still dusty. Everyone else is covered. There are multiple references to seasons 1-7 of Buffy.
Author's Notes: I actually don't like author's notes. I was printing out something to read once and when I took the author's notes out it was 28 pages shorter. However, I needed somewhere to thank my wonderful beta – Star Mouse. Thanks ever so much for encouraging me to post. I do appreciate the encouragement and advice.
Chapter 1: Did We?
July 19, 2003
Xander stirred from sleep, his senses slow to awaken from the deep languor that had overtaken him.
Something wasn't right!
It was actually kinda odd. After years in Sunnydale, waking with the feeling of impending doom was "normal", but for some reason, even that normal was off this morning.
Maybe it was the incredible dreams from last night. At least she had been faceless in this dream. Sometimes it was Anya's face he saw, but waking from those dreams only made him lonely. He didn't feel lonely this morning. He felt...he felt...content. Content. That was the word he was looking for. The room, what he could see from where he was lying, was pleasant. The bed was cozily warm, the soft cotton of the sheets brushing against his bare skin. He could hear the clock ticking in the hall, the breathing next to him...
Breathing!
There definitely shouldn't be any breathing.
His back was to whoever was in the room with him and the sound was close enough that it was probably on the bed with him. At least, he assumed it was a whoever and not a whatever. Actually, with his track record it wasn't safe to assume that.
A soft groan made him freeze. Definitely feminine. He felt shifting on the bed behind him and craned his neck, trying to see over his shoulder without actually turning his body. He didn't want to wake her up. No, he couldn't see anything. Suddenly, Xander reached to make sure his eye patch was in place. He was still self-conscious about it.
He was so glad Dawn wasn't home. He had to get her, whoever she was, up and out. But, first he had to find some pants.
The last thing he remembered was sitting down in the sports bar to watch the game and he had definitely been wearing pants at the time.
There was more shifting on the bed, and Xander rolled to his back. He felt the long, smooth, bare legs brush against his own. She had misplaced her pants too.
I can't believe I picked up a woman in a bar and brought her home.
Brown hair. Brown hair and a very feminine hand wearing a familiar silver ring. The hand was attached to a long arm and a bare—BARE!!—shoulder. Her pants weren't the only thing she'd lost.
He noticed the blue eyes then. Blue eyes with a slight hint of worry.
What the hell is going on?
His mind raced, trying to find some reason for being in bed with Dawn, especially without pants. His mind wasn't coming up with any explanation that was good.
What have I done?
