Title: Walkabout - Voyage of Rediscovery 7/?
Author: Mike McD
Rating: R
Summary: Two bitter and lost souls on rock bottom decide to go Walkabout. Two years after 'Chosen'.
Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor do I own any other characters. This is a work of fiction written for fun and enjoyment.
WARNING!!!
If you don't like fics with some Buffy bashing then move along now. Everyone else, enjoy.
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"Your turn. Truth or Dare?"
"I don't feel like moving, so I'll have to go with truth."
Xander struggled to maintain a straight face.
"So... uh... does the carpet match the curtains?"
"Does the carpet match the curtains? What the hell are you talking ab..." Willow stopped mid sentence when she realised what Xander was asking. She started spluttering.
"You... I can't believe... there's no... I'm not..."
"Come on Wills, if you don't answer you'll have to do the dare." He taunted. Willow eyed him evilly.
"Fine. I'll answer, but for the record, you're a pervert, Alexander Harris."
"And the answer is..."
"And the answer is yes."
"See? Now that wasn't so hard now was it?"
Willow decided to play with his mind a little as pay back.
"Mind you, I usually do away with the carpet in favour of a polished floor."
The expression on Xander's face was priceless. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the reason for his discomfort obvious. Willow pressed home her attack, determined to end the game.
"Do you wanna keep playing, or do you wanna go back to the movie?"
Xander decided to call her bluff.
"I pick dare."
Willow had to think for a moment before she came up with a dare for Xander.
"Xander, I dare you to..."
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"Mmmmm... ooohhhh..."
"Sounds like my little Willow likes."
"Mmmmm... Willow likes..."
"I have Willow seal of approval... excellent."
"Ooohhh god... Anya wasn't lying... ooohhh do that again."
"What... this?"
"Yyyyeeeeaaahhh... I can't believe... I've been missing out... on this for years... ooohhh boy..."
"To be fair, you had Tara. Besides... it took lots of... practice with Anya... to get this good."
"Oz... aaahhh... was good... ooohhhh... but not this good..."
"Really?"
"Uh huh... he was too gentle... mmmmm... afraid he might hurt me..."
"You like it hard, do you?... Is this... hard enough?"
"Mmmmaaaaahhhhh... harder... harder..."
"You sure?... I'm bigger than Oz."
"Harder!... eeeeeee... sogoodsogoodsogood..."
"I thought you weren't into this... surprised the hell out of me... when you dared me to do it..."
"Mmmmmm... always wanted to know... if you were... ooohhh yeeeaaahhh... as good as Anya's stories..."
"I gotta admit... doing it with you... better than Anya..."
"Really?"
"Big time... You don't smell for starters..."
"Xander!"
"I'm sorry! But it's true... she was a little smelly. You aren't."
"Thank you."
"Plus the no hair thing makes it easier."
"Huh? Anya was hairy... down there?"
"As a Hobbit... Viking heritage I suppose."
"Mmmmmm..."
"You know what I'd like to try? Two at the same time."
"Haven't you done that before?"
"Never tried it... lack of coordination on my part."
"If I were you... mmmmm... I'd stick to... one at a time... aaahhh... god... you're good."
"I wanna hear you say it..."
"Say what?"
"I'm the king."
"I'm not saying that."
"Then I'll stop."
"Don't you dare!"
"Then say it!"
"No!"
"Stopping now..."
"Alright, alright! Xander Harris is the king of foot massages! Happy?"
Suppressing a smirk, Xander sighed theatrically.
"Not really, but it'll have to do."
Willow's eyes narrowed with disapproval.
"Humph... men." She grumped, looking down at Xander who was seated at the other end of the couch. He was massaging her foot with hands that seemed so big compared to the daintiness that was her right foot. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the work of Xander's skilled hands.
A minute later Xander stopped. Opening her eyes, she saw a stony faced Xander staring off into space. Instantly Willow became alarmed at the look on his face. She hadn't seen such a look since they had left Africa.
"Xander? Xander? What's wrong? Xander?"
Xander suddenly got up, his body language was tense and Willow knew him well enough to be able to tell he was struggling with something.
"I gotta... just... um..." Xander turned and hurried to his room, locking the door and leaving Willow very concerned and frightened for her friend.
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Inside his room, Xander leaned against the door. His chest was heaving as he struggled to keep control.
He quickly made his way to the mini bar where he grabbed a large bottle of rum. Not bothering with a glass, he drank straight from the bottle.
The alcohol burned its way down with a familiar pain in an effort to overcome yet another familiar pain.
In the darkness of his room he took great swigs of rum, all the while cursing himself and cursing the name of Buffy Summers.
Author: Mike McD
Rating: R
Summary: Two bitter and lost souls on rock bottom decide to go Walkabout. Two years after 'Chosen'.
Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor do I own any other characters. This is a work of fiction written for fun and enjoyment.
WARNING!!!
If you don't like fics with some Buffy bashing then move along now. Everyone else, enjoy.
-------
"Your turn. Truth or Dare?"
"I don't feel like moving, so I'll have to go with truth."
Xander struggled to maintain a straight face.
"So... uh... does the carpet match the curtains?"
"Does the carpet match the curtains? What the hell are you talking ab..." Willow stopped mid sentence when she realised what Xander was asking. She started spluttering.
"You... I can't believe... there's no... I'm not..."
"Come on Wills, if you don't answer you'll have to do the dare." He taunted. Willow eyed him evilly.
"Fine. I'll answer, but for the record, you're a pervert, Alexander Harris."
"And the answer is..."
"And the answer is yes."
"See? Now that wasn't so hard now was it?"
Willow decided to play with his mind a little as pay back.
"Mind you, I usually do away with the carpet in favour of a polished floor."
The expression on Xander's face was priceless. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the reason for his discomfort obvious. Willow pressed home her attack, determined to end the game.
"Do you wanna keep playing, or do you wanna go back to the movie?"
Xander decided to call her bluff.
"I pick dare."
Willow had to think for a moment before she came up with a dare for Xander.
"Xander, I dare you to..."
-----
"Mmmmm... ooohhhh..."
"Sounds like my little Willow likes."
"Mmmmm... Willow likes..."
"I have Willow seal of approval... excellent."
"Ooohhh god... Anya wasn't lying... ooohhh do that again."
"What... this?"
"Yyyyeeeeaaahhh... I can't believe... I've been missing out... on this for years... ooohhh boy..."
"To be fair, you had Tara. Besides... it took lots of... practice with Anya... to get this good."
"Oz... aaahhh... was good... ooohhhh... but not this good..."
"Really?"
"Uh huh... he was too gentle... mmmmm... afraid he might hurt me..."
"You like it hard, do you?... Is this... hard enough?"
"Mmmmaaaaahhhhh... harder... harder..."
"You sure?... I'm bigger than Oz."
"Harder!... eeeeeee... sogoodsogoodsogood..."
"I thought you weren't into this... surprised the hell out of me... when you dared me to do it..."
"Mmmmmm... always wanted to know... if you were... ooohhh yeeeaaahhh... as good as Anya's stories..."
"I gotta admit... doing it with you... better than Anya..."
"Really?"
"Big time... You don't smell for starters..."
"Xander!"
"I'm sorry! But it's true... she was a little smelly. You aren't."
"Thank you."
"Plus the no hair thing makes it easier."
"Huh? Anya was hairy... down there?"
"As a Hobbit... Viking heritage I suppose."
"Mmmmmm..."
"You know what I'd like to try? Two at the same time."
"Haven't you done that before?"
"Never tried it... lack of coordination on my part."
"If I were you... mmmmm... I'd stick to... one at a time... aaahhh... god... you're good."
"I wanna hear you say it..."
"Say what?"
"I'm the king."
"I'm not saying that."
"Then I'll stop."
"Don't you dare!"
"Then say it!"
"No!"
"Stopping now..."
"Alright, alright! Xander Harris is the king of foot massages! Happy?"
Suppressing a smirk, Xander sighed theatrically.
"Not really, but it'll have to do."
Willow's eyes narrowed with disapproval.
"Humph... men." She grumped, looking down at Xander who was seated at the other end of the couch. He was massaging her foot with hands that seemed so big compared to the daintiness that was her right foot. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the work of Xander's skilled hands.
A minute later Xander stopped. Opening her eyes, she saw a stony faced Xander staring off into space. Instantly Willow became alarmed at the look on his face. She hadn't seen such a look since they had left Africa.
"Xander? Xander? What's wrong? Xander?"
Xander suddenly got up, his body language was tense and Willow knew him well enough to be able to tell he was struggling with something.
"I gotta... just... um..." Xander turned and hurried to his room, locking the door and leaving Willow very concerned and frightened for her friend.
----
Inside his room, Xander leaned against the door. His chest was heaving as he struggled to keep control.
He quickly made his way to the mini bar where he grabbed a large bottle of rum. Not bothering with a glass, he drank straight from the bottle.
The alcohol burned its way down with a familiar pain in an effort to overcome yet another familiar pain.
In the darkness of his room he took great swigs of rum, all the while cursing himself and cursing the name of Buffy Summers.