Xander's slow return to consciousness was met with an itchy feeling on his forehead. As itchy feelings are, by their nature, annoying, he swatted at it.

Paper cuts will wake a person up.

'Post-It notes are dangerous,' was Xander's half-formed thought as he looked at the note from his forehead. In Willow scribble the note simply read: "Off to administer my witches brew to fix the Slaybees and all. Try not to fornicate in my bed. Love, Willow"

With a sarcastic 'Hah hah' to himself Xander sat up and looked around Willow's bed room. He'd been in her room often, of course. Well, hers and Kennedy's room of sorts. Due to the rules and all they couldn't, technically, cohabitate but they spent most of their time together in the room. And now Xander was alone, completely unchaperoned in a lesbian lovenest. Not even respect for his best friend's privacy could keep him from snooping.

The first few drawers were rather mundane, though he would have to torment Willow a little about the Hello! Kitty panties at some future date. Bras and panties that showed just how jaded he'd gotten as they didn't overly turn him on. Alas his boyhood was gone. That happens when one is a Viking in the sack.

The bottom draw did yield a treasure trove of X-rated material. Things he had only seen in movies that Anya had rented were there, right in front of him. The mental images would be enough to last him for the rest of his life. He could be condemned to solitude and those thoughts would provide comfort for eternity. Why, if he had a wand in his hand he'd have such a bright and shiny Patronus. Or a sticky floor.

He had to shut the drawer quickly before he gave into the urge to see just why his missing cordless power drill was among his best friend's sex toys. With thoughts racing he decided that sitting quietly on Willow's bed, with his hands tucked safely under his ass, would be the best way to prevent her turning him into a hamster. Of course, sitting there and doing nothing only let the thoughts get more complex. That's why he didn't hear the door open or his best friend walk over to him. Or actually notice her standing in front of him as he stared ahead, a goofy grin on his face and a lone trail of drool going from the corner of his mouth.

"Do I want to know?" Willow's voice startled Xander and his eye fixated on her as redness rose on his cheeks.

"No."

"You went through The Drawer, didn't you?" Willow's gaze intent on Xander as he could actually hear letters being capitalized.

"If you don't ask me about it I won't ask about my power drill," Xander's offer turned Willow a bright red, too.

"So let me check the security logs and see who all was in the compound last night," Willow said as she completely changed the topic.

"Yes, let's do this."

"I was thinking, it might not have been a Slaybee. One of the Watchers might have been over late for some reason. I'm going to pull all the security swipe information and see how many of the Slaybees we identified were in building and see if any Watchers or other personnel were."

"I didn't think of them. Please let it have been a Watcher. I'll even settle for it being Myrtle," Xander practically begged.

"Xander! Myrtle is in her eighties. I'm pretty sure if it was her you'd have known it."

"Good point," Xander conceded. "Though she's a fiery one. She's always grabbing my ass and telling me about her carnie days. Kept saying if she was a few years younger that I'd have to look out."

"I know, she's a hoot." A couple of moments more and Willow assured Xander that the list was coming up now. She was just accessing the information when there was a knock at the door.

After a couple quick clicks to minimize the window and activate the screen saver, Willow was at the door as Xander considered hiding under her bed. As soon as the door opened a pair of squeals drew Xander's attention away from hiding and towards the tall brunette Willow was now locked in an embrace with. The excited dancing/hugging routine that girls commonly go through when meeting up moved the new girl into the room, and Xander noticed that the brunette's backside looked like it had been sculpted by a god or goddess for the sole intent of increasing the world's drool production.

Xander stood up quickly, ready to be introduced and offer his services. That's when Willow spoke though, "Dawnie it's so good to see you." Xander stiffened. Well, the rest of him did. He was mortified to realize he'd been checking out Dawnie's ass. Again. Damn but does daddy like.

"Dawnie?" The way Xander croaked her name as if he'd come down with the flu that was running around the school. Hearing her name, Dawn spun around to see Xander and wrap her arms around him for a hug. The way she pressed against him had to be illegal in some states. His arms hugged her back, but she was already so tight against him that he was pretty sure he knew the cut of her panties.

"It's so good to see you both!" Dawn said as she stepped back from Xander, looked him over blatantly and smiled devilishly at him. "Really good to see you." She shot Xander a wink.

"When did you get in? Is Buffy with you? Why didn't we know you were coming, we'd have picked you up. Oh it's so good to see you and you look so good and you've grown and I thought you'd already gotten fully grown and you look so wow that it's beyond good, forget I said good, it's definitely wow." The overly long string of words drew Dawn's attention.

"We got in last night and Buffy's meeting with Giles. It was boring so I decided to check in on you two, though I didn't expect you to be together. It was a surprise trip… well, really it's a rebound trip. Buffy and the MacLeod wannabe broke up. So, quick packing, grabbed a flight and here we are. And what can I say? Italian food, Italian sun, Italian men and tight Italian jeans do a girl good. Especially the middle two," Dawn said with a shameless grin.

"You're horrible," Willow playfully swatted at her. "Wait, you were here for the blackout?"

"Yeah, we'd just gotten into the school and were making our way around. Buffy was off doing her stuff and I made do where I was stuck. Then the lights came on and I found Buffy and we headed to see Giles. Really, you'd think you'd have back-up generators and emergency lights here."

"They're being installed next week, there were problems with the contractors," Xander said rather mechanically. His mind had started the process of shutting down as the implications of what Dawn said filtered through. As well as what she didn't say. Oh damn daddy and his likes.

"Well good, that'll make things easier next time won't it?" Dawn winked at Xander again and he felt the painful headrush that only happens when someone tries to grow pale and blush at the same time.

"Yes," was the croaked reply.

"Anyway, I need to get back to Buffy now. You'll come down and join us?"

"We'll be there in a minute Dawn," Willow said with a barely repressed chuckle as she realized what was wrong with Xander.

"It's so good to see you both again," Dawn got up close to Xander and he felt her hand brush the front of his jeans. "Really good to see you Xander. Oh, by-the-way?" Xander heard a zipper and felt her hands. "Your fly was open," Dawn said before skipping out of the room and shutting the door.

Willow tried to grab her chair but missed as she ended up literally rolling on the floor laughing as Xander stood there stunned. "Oh Goddess that was good," he heard her say.

"You could have told me I was unzipped," Xander said hoarsely as he sat on the bed, his knees ready to give out.

"You peeked in my drawers," Willow said between giggles. "I was just trying to return the favor."

"Oh hardy-har-har," Xander said sarcastically before burying his head in Willow's bed. He stayed that way for a couple of minutes as Willow's laughter slowly tapered off. When she was quiet he rolled over and looked down at where she lay on the floor.

Finally getting her breath back, Willow looked up at him. "So, Buffy and Dawn are here."

"I noticed," Xander said as he rolled onto his back and looked at Willow's ceiling.

"Guess that adds two more to your list."

"One," Xander said.

"One?" asked Willow.

Xander pulled the bra from his pocket and pointed at the label before flinging it at Willow's head

"Right, one," Willow said as she looked over the bra. Shaking her head she muttered under her breath, "Not even in Buffy's wildest dreams."