8:00 PM
"Things can never work between us Dru," Xander placed his arm around Drusilla's waist, allowing her to snuggle into him.
"I know love. It's why I came to you," Drusilla's voice sounded warm and familiar to Xander's ears. Even the stroke of her hand over his chest hadn't changed. Things had finally calmed down and everyone decided to bunker down with Giles, like they would frequently do on Friday nights. Drusilla and Xander sat on a bed in the back bedroom trying to collect their thoughts.
"I mean you, have Spike and I have Anya. Your happy now. Aren't you?" he asked fighting the temptation to kiss her like he had before. Fighting the urge to continue to smother her with love the way he had when Spike had left her alone days at a time. Things that would of been exceptable 15 years ago, but wasn't now. But Xander turned 33 in a few months and he knew he wasn't 16 years old any more, even though Drusilla hadn't aged a day since then.
"I'm very happy now. Spike couldn't stay mad forever. He just got a little upset when I told him I was still in love with you." With these last words her gaze never left Xander's. Without meaning to, Xander tightened his grip around her shoulders.
"You keep making this harder," Xander whispered.
"I won't go anywhere. Spike and I will still always be where we've always been," Drusilla assured him, her fingers weaving their way through his hair. As she gently scratched his scalp Xander couldn't help but smile. The same loving gestures, the same mischevious smiles, the same Drusilla.
"I think I should let you have some time alone with your daughters," Xander said getting up.
"I do want to ask you a favor," Drusilla said. Her voice was thick in her throat, like she was a content cat that had just stopped purring.
"I want Rose to stay with you. I want you and Anya to adopt her."
"Of course I will. I love her a lot," Xander smiled slightly.
"She loves you too," Drusilla said.
"What about Emily?" Xander asked.
"I want Cordelia to take her. She already loves her as much as any mother could. I can see it in her eyes when she looks at her."
"I'll call them in," Xander's hand clasped around the door handle. Before he could open it, Drusilla rested her hand on his shoulder and swung him around to look at her. Before Xander knew what she was doing, Drusilla drug him in for a long kiss. Her hands tangled up in his hair and he rested his hands on the small of her back. Before Xander wanted it to, the kiss was over and Drusilla had seated herself back on the bed. He smiled then turned to get Rose and Emily.