4 Years Later

Cleveland, Ohio 2019

Harris Residence

3:30 AM

A distant sound of a 'cry' woke Sarah from her deep sleep.

She flew upright in the bed thinking it was just a dream. She ran her hands through her dark blonde hair and turned her eyes to the red numbers on the alarm clock on the nightstand which read: 3:30 AM.

Get it together… It was just a dream. Sarah told herself and began to lay back down when another 'cry' sounded, but this time it sounded very real. I wasn't dreaming? She wondered.

Curious and slightly afraid, Sarah pushed away her covered and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

Getting up, Sarah decided that she'd get a glass of water to calm her nerves but in actuality, she wanted to investigate where that, 'cry' had been coming from.

Mindful of her family members fast asleep, Sarah carefully opened the bedroom door and stepped into the dark hallway.

She stood in the hallway, as quiet as she could and listened for that, 'cry' again.

Silence.

Thinking herself crazy, Sarah began to turn back into her bedroom again when she heard it again. Mom? The 'cry' sounded vaguely like her mother.

Bravely walking down the dark hallway as quiet as possible, Sarah noticed the door of her parent's bedroom was cracked open. She snuck to the door to see inside the bedroom and what she saw, was something that would no doubt scar the thirteen-year-old for the rest of her natural born life.

Oh. My. God. Sarah wanted to vomit but she couldn't move—frozen in place.

Inside the bedroom, Sarah saw her mother naked and straddling her legs atop her father. She sensually rolled her hips with her head thrown back. Her father's hands covered her mother's breasts.

Their panting breaths were perfectly in-sync.

Her mother unleashed another crying moan as Sarah's father arched his hips, lifting her small body with hard thrusts that bounced her on his cock. His hands tightly gripped her hips.

Sarah watched her mother ride her father's hardness with an intensity that seemed to be spiralling out of control. She reached back and clutched his balls, pulling them and squeezing them.

Oh my God! Oh my God! My eyes! Make it stop! Make it stop! Oh my God! Make it stop!

Sarah stepped back from the bedroom unable to stop seeing what she had just witnessed. She covered her hand over her mouth and ran back into her bedroom.

She quietly closed the door and jumped back into her bed, covering her entire body and head with her covers, shaking with disgust, "Oh my God!" She desperately wanted the images scorned forever on her membrane to be immediately erased.

Next Morning

Kitchen

For the rest of the night, Sarah wasn't able to sleep a wink. The images of her mother on top of her father, riding him at a steady gallop plagued her memories.

She sat at the kitchen table with a bowl of untouched cereal placed in front of her.

She didn't even hear Josh enter the kitchen.

Staring blankly into space, Sarah didn't hear a word Josh had said.

"Yo, Sar, you hear me?" He waved his hand into Sarah's face breaking her from her scarred thoughts.

"Huh?—What?" Sarah looked at him as he sat down at the table in front of her.

Josh frowned, "You look pale. Did you see a ghost or something?"

"Worse."

"A zombie?" Josh smirked.

But Sarah did not attempt a smile of amusement like she would have usually.

"A zombie-ghost?" Josh's smile widened.

Sarah stared at him.

Rolling his eyes, figuring she wasn't in the mood for their usual playful banter, he said, "Fine. What's up?" Josh prodded.

Sarah bit her bottom lip and leaned in closer to tell him when the voices of their parents were heard in the hallway.

"Later," Sarah whispered to him quickly just as they entered the kitchen.

Josh didn't seem to take any notice of them as they moved around to the counter island to the coffee maker. Sarah stared wide-eyed at her parents, unable to see what she had seen.

"Josh has baseball practice after school. Are you picking him up or am I?" Buffy asked as she poured herself a mug coffee.

"I got a ride," Josh interjected from the kitchen table.

Xander turned his eye from Josh back to Buffy and said, "Well, that answers that. You have that meeting with that vengeance de—I mean… uh, that guy with a v-vengeance..." he unsuccessfully tried to backtrack himself.

Buffy frowned, pinching her brows together, "Huh?"

"You know… that guy? The one with the…" Xander held his index fingers at either side of his head, indicating horns.

"D'Hoffryn?"

Rolling his eye for her lack of tact, Xander nodded.

"Yes, in the afternoon," Buffy said with an eye-roll.

Taking a sip of his coffee, Xander looked his wife up and down and found that she appeared extra beautiful today. Perhaps it was the blissful feeling of his humming body that he saw rainbows shooting out of her, but he took a moment to admire his gorgeous wife.

"You look nice today," he gave her his best charming smile.

Buffy blushed and stepped up closer to him, "Yeah?"

Xander ran a hand to her hip and nuzzled his nose against hers, "Oh yeah… smokin'."

Buffy snorted into laughter stepped away from him, "Drink your coffee, Romeo." She walked over to the table and sat down with her children.

Josh ate his cereal as Sarah stared wide-eyed at Buffy, watching her mother sip the coffee in hand.

The image of her mother's head thrown back and bouncing on her father's cock was stamped into her membrane for all-time. Sarah gulped.

Buffy felt a pair of intense eyes staring at her. She frowned and looked over at her daughter wearing a strange look on her face. "Honey?"

Sarah jumped in her chair when Xander laid a hand over her shoulder.

The memory of her father's hands over her mother's firm breasts, tweaking her mother's rosebud nipples, flashed behind her eyes.

"Whoa!" Xander held up his hands. "Are you okay, kiddo? You're extra jumpy this morning."

Buffy eyed her daughter carefully with a frown, "Sweetie, you look pale. Are you feeling alright?" She reached out to touch her daughter's forehead when Sarah kicked back her chair further from the table.

"I'm, uh… fine. I'm gonna be late for the bus. Bye!" She escaped the kitchen to the foyer for her backpack leaving Buffy and Xander perplexed.


Josh followed her out, also picking up his backpack. "What's up with you, schizo?"

Sarah huffed and faced her older brother, "Last night… I saw something."

"What?" Josh asked with increasing interest, keeping his voice down.

"I woke up last night thinking that I heard something—which I totally did. Anyway, I get out of bed and followed the sound." Sarah whispered. "It was in mom and dad's room. The door was cracked open so to make sure everything was okay… I peeked in."

"Sure," Josh shrugged in agreement wanting her to continue.

Sarah took a deep breath, "And what I saw was… Mom… riding Dad." She dramatically revealed, flabbergasted at her own bad luck.

"Riding Dad like how?" Josh frowned.

Frustrated by his daftness, Sarah exclaimed, "Like he was friggin' Seabiscuit!"

Josh's eyes widened in shock for a moment before his dark features twisted in disgust, "Oh ew! Hell no!"

"I know!" Her hazel eyes were wide.

"They're still 'doing it'? They're so old!"

Sarah agreed, "Yeah, I know!" She started for the front door to walk to the bus stop.

Josh stood behind letting the image of his mother and father fucking settle in his mind for a moment. His entire body quaked with disgust. "Ew," he followed Sarah out the door.

After School

Forest High School

Pulling up to the curb in the front of the large high school, Xander rolled down the passenger's side window and gave Sarah a small wave.

Sarah stood at the front with the rest of her dance team waiting to be picked up. Her head was in her backpack, rummaging for something.

"Your dad's here," one of Sarah's friends gestured towards the truck.

Looking up from her backpack and looked over at the Xander, waiting patiently. The anxiety on her face was immediately apparent to her father. His lopsided smile dwindled, unsure what was wrong with her.

Dragging herself the short distance to the truck, Sarah climbed in and held her backpack tightly against her chest.

"How was school today?" Xander asked, hoping it would get her talking.

"Fine," she turned her gaze out the window.

"Sarah, is everything okay?" He asked her seriously hoping for an honest reply. "You can talk to me about anything—you know that."

Sarah sat in silence for what felt like a lifetime. Her eyes were pinned out the window, afraid to look at her father and see a flashing image of him on his back moaning as her mother passionately rode him to a pleasurable bliss. Sarah swallowed and said, "I'm fine."

Releasing a sigh, Xander put the truck into gear and drove away.

Harris Residence

It was perfect timing for Xander when he pulled into the driveway just as Josh was dropped off by an upperclassman teammate.

Sarah was out before Xander took the truck into park. She whizzed past Josh, who was hanging behind for his father and sprinted into the house.

Wearing a strange look on his face, Xander stretched the top of his head as he closed the truck door, locking it.

"Do you know what's up with your sister?" Xander asked Josh, who was his last source. "She's been acting… jumpy. It's so unlike her."

Josh fixed the Indians dark blue and red baseball cap on his head and fell into step with Xander as they walked the steps of the porch.

"She kinda… sorta saw you and mom… you know…" the sixteen-year-old was grossed out to even be describing this to his father.

Xander frowned, not quite catching his drift. "'You know' what?"

"You know…" Josh strongly insinuated.

Xander took a deep breath becoming frustrated, "No, I don't know."

Josh groaned knowing he had to actually say it. His stomach turned, "… It…" he said and waited for the lightbulb to turn on. "She saw you doing 'it' with mom."

Staring at his son hard, Xander racked his brain for the meaning of 'it' but the only thing that happened was that he reverted back to his sixteen-year-old mind and his eye widened. "Oh no," he said, finally understanding.

"Yeah,"

"She saw that?" Xander asked horrified.

Josh nodded his head, "She thought she heard something. She investigated it and your bedroom door was cracked open enough for you guys to scar your only daughter for the rest of her life." He watched his father process this, he appeared as horrified as Sarah. With a shrug, thankful it wasn't him, Josh patted Xander's shoulder and said cheekily, "Nice goin', Dad." He walked into the house.

Xander stood out on the porch running through the wild sexy night. "Oh, no, no, no…"


As soon as Xander walked into the house, he was met by Buffy waiting for him anxiously.

"Did you talk to Josh?" She asked him as Xander closed the door behind him and placed his keys into a bowl.

Xander nodded and rubbed his stubbled chin, still trying to wrap his head around the damage.

"Well?—What did he say? I tried talking to Sarah but she booked it straight to her room."

Xander pulled her aside, into the dining room, out of sight from their kids in the house. "Josh said that Sarah saw us doing… you know…"

Staring at him with blank wide eyes, Buffy failed to understand. "I know what? What the hell does that mean?"

"It means… you know…"

"Xand, I'm not in the mood to play, 'What's My Line?'. Complete sentences, please." She demanded, holding her hands at her hips.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Xander lowered his already whispering voice, "She saw us… last night with the really dirty sex."

Buffy's green eyes grew three sizes bigger, horrified and shocked. "Oh, no…" her hand went over her mouth.

"Yeah," he folded his arms across his chest.

"She did?"

"Yeah, and now she's freaked."

"Well, duh! She saw her parents having s-e-x." She quietly spelt out 'sex' and earned an eye-roll from Xander. "She saw us last night?" Buffy asked again in disbelief.

Xander nodded his head.

Buffy felt for her daughter, "We were really dirty last night."

"Really dirty," Xander agreed.

"It was very dirty."

"But so good," Xander said.

"So good—But so dirty," Buffy pushed her hair back trying to think of a solution. "Should we do something?"

Xander frowned, "Like…?"

"I dunno, talk to her?"

He shrugged, "And say…?"

Annoyed, Buffy released a heavy breath and said, "Well, you come up with something."

"Honestly, I think we should just let this blow over."

"'Blowing' is exactly what got us here in the first place," Buffy said off-handedly.

Xander stared at her with gobsmacked surprise.

"What?" A small smile tugged at her lips.

"Wow, the day your wife steals a page from your 'inappropriate book of jokes' is the day you realise that you have been married for far too long."

She pushed her hand against his chest, "Oh, C'mon, that was funny."

"I'd give it a six out of ten." He smirked, cocking a brow.

Insulted, Buffy held her hand on her hip and scoffed, "That was at least a seven and a half. Added point for delivery and a half a point for timing."

Shaking his head, Xander held his hand against the wall and ran a hand over his bristled face. "But deduct a point, 'cause our daughter is now traumatised."

"That's so unfair!" Buffy whined. "I should really get a bonus point because it's our daughter."

"Are you guys serious?"

Buffy and Xander turned their heads to Josh standing in the entryway or the dining room staring at his parents in amazement by their audacity. "You guys scarred your kid for life 'cause you two are still…" his first went to his mouth as if he was trying to stop himself from hurling, "… doing it and you're here arguing about points for a joke? Seriously?"

Looking guilty, Buffy and Xander lowered their gaze from their sixteen-year-old and shrugged childishly.

"It was a funny joke." Buffy quietly defended herself.

Xander lifted his head and rolled his eye, "It was a six out of ten."

"You guys are ridiculous... I can't even..." Josh shook his head unable to take his parents at this moment. "I'm stickin' to the story that I arrived on your doorstep in a basket by a bird. God," his body shook in disgust, "so gross!" He turned away.

Silently, Buffy and Xander felt a tiny bit of guilt for the trauma they've caused their children.

But the moment lasted less than a minute when they looked back at each and continued their debate;

"It was a seven and a half, Xander."

"On what grounds?" He held his hands on his hips.

Buffy began to list her grounds and Xander listened to every word.

"I hear what you're saying but you're wrong. It was a six in a half at best." Xander held his ground.

Rolling her eyes, Buffy continued to challenge him which only made him smile in complete love with her. The images of last night flashed in his mind and it was a very good night.

Last Night

Master Bathroom

2:46 AM

Stepping out of the shower, Xander saw Buffy standing at the sink, splashing water onto her face to rinse off the face wash.

He ran his eye over the petite length of her body. She wore a sleeping sheeps printed pyjama set. A few of the buttons at the top were left undone. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun on the top of her head.

Xander wrapped a towel around his waist and slicked his wet dark hair back with his hands as he stepped up to stand behind her.

His dark eye was watching her every move intently in the mirror. He knew she was well aware that he was standing close behind her.

She finished drying her face and looked right back at him into the mirror.

A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth when his arms wrapped around her waist and his chin rested over her shoulder. He hugged her tightly and buried his nose into her neck, breathing in the floral scent of her body lotion that she often applied at night.

She opened her eyes, resting the back of her head against him. She reached a hand to the back of his head. Buffy tangled her fingers into his wet hair and eyed his mouth before lifting her gaze to meet his eye.

"You smell good," he muttered, kissing her forehead.

"You're starting to grey." She suddenly realised as her fingers toyed with his dampening hair. Soft grey hairs were beginning to show at his temples.

Chuckling, Xander let his curious hand wander under his wife's pyjama top; touching her flat stomach then slid up to cup her naked breast. "I may be getting old and grey but I can still wear you out."

Looking at him with a sceptical eye, Buffy raised a manicured brow, "Oh, really?—You wear me out?"

"You'll be too exhausted to move." He playfully kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm pretty spry for an 'old man'." Xander teased.

"You forget that I'm a Slayer. My stamina is more than… average."

Not taking offence to her blunt jab, Xander began to roll her nipple between his forefinger and thumb while kissing her neck in the way that always made her weak in the knees. "That may be but…" he smirked when she released a moan, "… for sixteen years, I've kept you very satisfied because…" he kissed the corner of her jaw as his other hand snuck into her pyjama pants and past her panties to caress her centre, "… I know how to make you…" his listened to her breath hitch in her throat when his fingers entered her body, "… do that…" He chuckled.

Unable to fight the sensations of her body, Buffy closed her eyes and released a gasping breath. He really did know everything she liked. He was the expert navigator of her body. He knew how to make her wild with desire and draw out her pleasure. He knew how to love her.

Buffy's hand removed from his hair and found the opening of the towel wrapped around his waist. She pulled at it, loosening it to fall to the floor. Her hand went to his hardening cock.

She knew him well too.

Buffy knew if she tilted her head back, kissing a small sensitive area under his jaw as she firmly stroked his thickness in her hand and released a hot breath, that would hit his skin, she knew it would drive him mad.

Just as Buffy expected, Xander's eye glazed over with heated desire. He twisted her around suddenly, pressing her lower back against the edge of the sink counter. He pulled the hair tie from her bun and watched her long blonde hair tumble down her back. Xander stood stark naked in front of her, his cock fully erect.

He watched as she unfastened rest of the buttons of her pyjama top. Taking a step closer, Xander's thumbs looped around the rim of her matching pyjama pants and pushed them down her hips, along with her panties.

Buffy took off the opened pyjama top and let it fall to the tiled floor.

Xander wrapped his arms around her naked body, eager to touch her fiendishly. His mouth covered hers in a hungry wet kiss.

There was a heat that flared between them as they kissed an aggressive challenging kiss for dominance. He took her off guard when his fingers clenched around the backs of her thighs, lifting her from the floor, just enough to carry her into the bedroom.


Xander tossed her playfully on the California king-sized bed.

He stood at the edge of the bed with his hand wrapped around himself, watching her settle on the mattress. With those, 'come-hither' eyes of hers and a small half smile, she teasingly opened her knees for him.

Unable to deny her anything, he took a step towards her, placing his knee on the edge of the bed.

Buffy sat up and went to her knees in order to be eye level with him.

"Do you really think you can best my Slayer stamina?" Buffy eyed him narrowly.

"Do you really think just because I got a couple of grey hairs, I won't be able to?"

Buffy smirked at him teasingly, "A couple?"

"Shut up and kiss me," he smiled knowing that he had a mission; Operation: Prove Wife Wrong.

For as long as he's known her, Buffy's always liked to press his buttons. At the start of their friendship she did it unconsciously but since the beginning of their romantic relationship, she went out of her way to do it just because she could.

Two can play at this game, Xander was more than confident in his abilities. He has proof of the times he wore her out so well, she had to push him away and hide under the covers just to take a break. To Xander, to keep a woman as beautiful, as powerful, and as sexy as his wife, he had to be good at something and keep her happy. He needed to keep her satisfied in every aspect of their lives but especially have her sexually satisfied. No matter how many years have passed or the fact that they have two beautiful children together, Xander's biggest fear to this day was that she would leave him for someone more in her league. He couldn't handle that heartbreak—especially after this semi-normal life they've built together.

Sliding his hands down her back, Xander's clenched his fingers around the backs of her thighs and took her by surprise again by flipping her onto her back. He settled himself between her knees and without warning, he entered her body with a single thrust.

Buffy released a gasp when he ground-thrust against her pelvis, rubbing her sensitive nubbin. Unfair! Buffy mentally screamed unable to use her voice. She only opened her mouth to moan. Her very skilled lover knew exactly what to do to make her a whimpering mess.

Her nails dug into the muscles of his back. She lifted her head to his ear and whispered, "Harder." The heat of her breath touched his ear and he released a moan turned-on by her seductive lispy voice.

He pounded into her harder.

She was close, but she didn't want to climax first, so she thought into her book of tricks and came up with an oldie but a trick that worked every single time.

Buffy weaved her fingers into his dark hair and lowered his head towards her. Her mouth gently licked and nipped at the skin of his neck. No, not yet, she willed climax away. With a ghost touch, she slid her tongue up the column of his neck to his ear and whispered in a breathless voice, "I'm yours." The fingers digging into his back softened and tenderly touched him. Kissing his neck again, Buffy whispered, "Only yours."

Xander released a groan and split his seed deep inside her body.

Buffy gave in to her desires and let that splendid euphoric shiver take over her body.

After a minute of calming down, Xander looked at her with a steely glare, "No fair." He sat back on his knees, pulling himself out of her.

Xander watched her smile triumphantly, "I have my ways too." She winked.

Challenge accepted. His mouth went over the nipple of her breast. His tongue swirled around the rosebud until she released a soft breath. Xander continued to place his attention on both breasts; kissing, nipping, and swirling his tongue.

Never letting his mouth stop from kissing her tanned skin, he trailed his kisses down, over her flat stomach, to her pelvis, until finally finding its destination.

Sliding his tongue over her slit, he plunged his tongue into her sex. He sucked on her nubbin and smirked when her fingers went into his hair, pulling at it. She babbled his name and a string of words but she didn't make any sense. Her mind was numb and took full enjoyment in the experience.

He added a finger than another as his tongue did most of the work. He listened to her jagged panting breaths which made his cock ache.

Shudders of thunderous waves of a climax shot through her entire body as one continuous vibration of tremor. Xander took his time lapping up her moisture.

Proud of himself, Xander kissed her abdomen and made his way back up her body to find her smiling dreamily with her eyes closed.

He kissed her lips and her arms circled around his neck.

"You tired yet?" Xander smirked already knowing her answer.

"Not even close," she opened her eyes and kissed him passionately.

His hands went to her hips and forced her to turn onto her stomach. With a devilish smile, Buffy looked back at him from over her shoulder. She curved her back, giving her loving husband a perfect view of her ass.

Running his hands over, from her butt-cheeks and up her back, Xander stood from the bed and pulled her by the hips closer to him. With one hand he pushed her hair over one shoulder, to expose the side of her neck before he bent forward and devoured the side of her neck with his mouth. With his other hand, Xander held his cock in his hand and directed himself inside her.

Arching her back, Buffy met his pounding thrusts and took a hold of his hand that was cupped around her breast. She slid her mouth over his index finger then released a moan when his mouth trailed an invisible path down the line of her back.

"Fuck, Buffy…" he moaned and braced his body closely behind hers. His hands back over her breasts, kneading and tweaking the tips of her nipples.

With his blunt teeth, he bit her shoulder and her hand came flying to the back of his head, keeping him there. She turned her head and let him capture her mouth in a wild and passionate kiss that muffled his moan as he came.

His hand reached around between her legs. She thrusted against his hand, soaking his fingers. He felt her body vibrate in pleasure and listened to her rising moan.

Remembering of their two teenagers sound asleep in their rooms, Xander covered her mouth with his hand to muffle her orgasmic cry.

Tired, Buffy and Xander collapsed on their backs on the bed panting.

Turning her head towards, Buffy watched his eye slowly drift closed then opened with satisfied exhaustion. "Aw, you look tired, baby." She teased him, running her hand over his stubbled cheek.

Xander looked at her pushing away his exhaustion, "No, not tired… just catching my… breath..."

"Well," Buffy shifted onto her side and kissed his chest, she began to trail her mouth down his body, "I'm just gonna…" the feeling of her mouth on his sweating skin woken his semi-hard cock, "… keep myself occupied until you've…" she kissed him again, "… caught your breath again."

She ran her tongue over the length of his cock to its tip. His eye rolled to the back of his head and his toes curled, "Buf…"

She took him into her mouth, letting her lips slid down his hardness. Her motions were unhurried, wanting to draw out his pleasure as much as possible.

Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. She pulled her head back until it was just his mushroom tip in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him, tasting him before engulfing him again. She repeated this action until she heard him incoherently whimper and his hips began to arch.

His hands clenched at the bed sheets. He voiced a low growl and moaned her name.

The nails of her fingers gently scratched over his chest to his lean stomach.

More than anything he wanted to hasten this because he was desperate for release but he knew it was a part of her fun was driving him crazy. She had total control of him.

"Oh… Buf, that feels so good…" he moaned, though his cock ached for release. He felt mad with delirium as she took more of him into her mouth, sucking him hard. "Buffy…" he erupted in her mouth and she unconsciously swallowed his seed.

Slowly, releasing her mouth from him, Buffy kissed the inside of his thigh before travelling back up to his body and rested her head on the inside of his arm.

"Did I win yet?" She wagged her brows, trying hard to mask her own tiredness.

The sex they have together has always been too good. They enjoyed teasing each other until they were mad with desire and desperate for release. They were very good at tiring each other out.

Chuckling, Xander shifted her closer to him by the arm she was laying on and kissed her soundly. He was tired, sated, and semi-hard. He wanted her again and again.

When it came to Buffy, he wasn't good at saying, 'when'. He'd have over and over again until she has had enough. Since their first time together, he had enslaved himself to her libido. And he was a worshipping slave.

Buffy moved her kiss to his chest. She swirled her tongue around his nipple then placed a gentle kiss over his heart.

He looked down at her and caught her kiss with a loving smile. He pushed her long hair from her face and tucked a piece of it behind her ear and whispered, "I am so in love with you."

In response, Buffy kissed him then sat up, taking a hold of his semi-erect cock in her hand, giving him a few long strokes.

Xander held a hand behind his head and watched as she straddled his waist, still gripping his hardness in her hand. His other hand touched her neck and let his hand lazily fall over her body, cupping her breast as she impaled herself over his thickness.

She began to roll her hips, squeezing herself around him, riding him slowly. Her hands braced on his chest. Moaning to his forefinger and thumb rolling her nipples.

They never heard the gasp released from outside their cracked opened door. It was muffled under their own heavy breaths, moans, and the sounds of their bodies slapping together.

Nor did they hear the sounds of pitter-pattering bare feet running back down the hallway. They were too lost in each other to even notice.

Present-Day

Harris Residence

Buffy noticed his tugging smile and frowned at a complete loss of what he was thinking about. "What are you thinking about?"

Xander circled his arms around her waist and brought her close into his chest, "You." He replied and laced his fingers into her hair, "I'm always thinking about you."

"You're such a sweet talker." She twined her arms around his neck and nuzzled her nose against his.

Leaning forward, Xander brushed his mouth over hers in a gentle kiss. But his gentle kiss grew passionate as Buffy's tongue slid across his lips, tenderly asking for permission to enter his mouth. Like a million times before, Xander granted her access and duelled his tongue against hers in a friendly battle for dominance.

He pressed her against the wooden wall, holding his hands at her hips, making out as if they were a couple of teenagers.

"Ugh! Seriously?"

The sound of a shirking voice of disgust broke their kiss. They turned their heads to see Sarah standing at the entrance staring at them with a mixture of repulsion and disbelief.

"I can't escape it!" She whirled away from her parents staring at her with wide bewildered eyes, catching them red-handed… again.

Weeks Later

Italian Restaurant

Table Booth

As they were eating their meals, Xander tossed his eye around the table with a strange feeling of déjà vu. He had seen this scene once before. Josh sat beside him eating his meal and Sarah sat across from him than Josh taking a sip of water. Xander turned his gaze to his wife, also sitting across from him. He caught her as she poked her fork around on his plate.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when she looked at him and ate the fork full of pasta.

It took him a moment to realise that this scene was like the one from his visions from over a decade ago. Except, sitting at the table with him wasn't an unhappy family.

This family has had its ups and down like most families. They were generally a very happy family. It was a family filled with so much love and a lot of laughs.

He sat back holding a glass of red wine in his hand eyeing his beautiful wife adoringly.

Feeling his gaze on her, Buffy looked at him and found the look in his eye a bit strange. She knew that look well, but it had a double meaning;

Either:

1. He was pleasantly stuffed from his meal.

2. He had an epiphany and he's still wrapping his mind around it.

Xander shook his head, "It's nothing." He said reading her mind.

A buzzing cellphone broke the tender gaze shared by the married couple of sixteen years.

They both turned their eyes to Josh, who was holding his cell phone in his hand, texting someone back.

"Would it kill you to put that thing away while we're at dinner?" Buffy asked, holding her chin in her hand.

"I'm just sending a quick text… there. Done!" Josh stuffed the cell phone back into his back pocket.

Sarah smirked, "Who were you texting?—Your girlfriend?" She teased him.

Buffy and Xander looked at their son with surprise, neither had realised that their son was at the age now where he might have a girlfriend. Xander's stomach knotted at the thought of Sarah reaching that age.

"Girlfriend?" Buffy asked with interest.

"It's not big deal," Josh said, trying to push aside the conversation and finish eating but his family never stopped staring at him, wanting answers. "Her name is Emmy."

Sarah frowned, "What happened to Melissa?"

Xander dropped his fork and Buffy's eyes widened with keen interest.

"Melissa?" Xander eyed his son with surprise. "How many girlfriends do you have?"

"Just the one," the sixteen-year-old replied as he glared at his sister with annoyance.

Sarah sipped her water, enjoying her brother's embarrassment, "I heard that Callie Simmons is interested in you." She saw her brother's face brightened.

"Where'd you hear that?" Josh asked.

"From Callie Simmons " Sarah frowned, "since she asked me if you had a girlfriend."

Josh stared at his little sister with disbelief. Callie Simmons was an upperclassman and one the most popular girls at Forest High School. She had long blonde hair, beautiful golden tanned skin, striking blue eyes, and a pouting mouth. She also had an art class with his kid sister.

"What did you say?" He asked her eagerly.

Sarah's brows pinched together, "I said, that you did?"

"You did what?" He exclaimed. "Why would you say that?"

Sarah's frown deepened, "'Cause it's true?"

Josh scoffed and sat back disappointed, finally, the most popular girl at the school noticed him, probably since he's a starter on the Varsity baseball team and he finally cut and styled his dark hair and dressed better.

Buffy and Xander looked at each other then back at their children trying to keep up.

"So… you have a girlfriend named, Emily?" Xander asked.

"Emmy," Josh corrected.

"But you had a girlfriend before Emmy named…" Xander frowned, "… Melissa and now this other girl, Callie Simmons wants to date you?"

"Yeah, but girl-genius over there told her I already have a girlfriend." Josh glared at his sister.

Buffy cocked a high brow, "But you do…"

Hearing it aloud by his mother, Josh realised how terrible he looked. He had a girlfriend, who he really liked. She was beautiful with her fair creamy white skin, big brown eyes, bouncy chestnut coloured hair, and her smile made Josh's heart skip.

"Yeah, I do." The image of his girlfriend placed in his head, Josh sat back in the booth seat with a dreamy dancing smile across his face, Buffy recognised that smile. It was the same dreamy smile Xander wore whenever he looked at her.

"Then you should have her over for dinner one night," Buffy suggested.

Both Josh and Sarah stared at their mother sceptically.

Rolling her eyes, Buffy said, "We'll order out. I won't go anywhere near the stove." She smiled warmly at her son, "We'd love to meet Emmy. Don't you agree?" She turned her eyes to her husband, still eying his son with astonishment. "Honey?"

Xander didn't respond, still staring at Josh.

Buffy kicked his shin, "Honey."

Xander winced in pain and grabbed his shin, rubbing the pain away, "Ow! What was that for?"

"Pay attention to me." Buffy pouted adorably.

"Secret to marriage, kids," Xander said with seeping sarcasm. "What were you saying, dear?"

Giving him an unamused look, Buffy continued, "That it would be nice if Josh brought Emmy over for dinner one night."

Xander frowned, "Are you cooking?"

He earned himself another eye-roll, "No, jeez, I'm not that bad."

"Tell that to the kitchen," Sarah snorted into a laugh after the glaring look her mother gave her.

After Dinner

Harris Residence

Getting out of the Jeep Cherokee, Josh and Sarah walked ahead of their parents heading towards the front door.

"I'll have to find that album with all of your baby pictures to show Emmy when she comes over." Sarah teased him.

"Sar, you're killin' me," Josh whined. He knew his sister well, though she was teasing him, without a doubt, she'd find that album of baby pictures and show them to his girlfriend, unafraid to embarrass the hell out of him.

Sarah tapped her chin with her forefinger, "I bet mom knows where that picture of two-year-old you on the toilet taking your first poop solo is." She challenged him. "Or maybe four-year-old you wearing moms shoes."

"Why do you hate me?" Josh rolled his neck giving up hope that his sister won't actually embarrass him in front of his girlfriend.

Trailing behind, Xander waited for Buffy to come around the Jeep to meet up with him.

He held out his hand for her to take and brought her close into his side.

Buffy wrapped her arm around his waist and rested her head against his chest. Xander kissed the top of her head.

"Can you believe that our sweet, innocent, kind of clumsy Josh-y has a girlfriend?" Buffy asked looking up at him. "Not just a first girlfriend but he's had, multiple girlfriends?"

Xander's jaw clenched with a frown.

"What's with the face?" Buffy eyed him carefully. "Don't tell me you're jealous of our sixteen-year-old."

"I'm not jealous… per-say…" Xander unconvincingly.

Buffy stopped them and turned in his arms to face him. "Then what is it?"

"I'm happy our kids aren't social leopards."

"Agreed," Buffy waited for the 'but'.

"But," he began, "I can't believe our son—my son is cool enough to have girlfriends. At sixteen, I couldn't even get my own wife to date me."

Buffy tightened her arms that were around his waist, "And look how well that turned out for you."

Xander smirked, "I shouldn't be surprised, of course, he inherited your smooth-talking-date-y-ness."

Her brows rose to up her forehead, eyeing her husband strangely, "Smooth-talking-date-y-ness?"

"You know what I mean," he titled his head to the side. "You were always so unconsciously sexy and you have no idea. Your good at the flirting and that half smile thing you do…" he cupped her cheek, "… You were so easy to fall in love with."

"And our son inherited those traits?" Buffy asked.

"Maybe the smoothing talking thing," his smile widened. "He's still a video game nerd," Xander said proudly, happy that his son was into something that was still stigmatised as 'uncool'.

Buffy chuckled then touched his throat with the tips of her fingers, "And our daughter?"

Xander groaned causing Buffy to laugh harder, "Oh God, the day she starts dating… Where Josh inherited your smooth-talking-date-y-ness, Sarah inherited your looks. And if she's anything like you… we're screwed. Let's just hope her boyfriend is breathing."

Rolling her eyes, Buffy smiled finding him ridiculous, "She's only thirteen."

"When did you have your first boyfriend?" Xander asked curiously.

Buffy's easy smile fell knowing he was not going to like her reply. She stepped out of his arms at an attempt to get away from him.

Catching her wrist, Xander pulled her back and eyed her suspiciously, "Answer the question. When was your first boyfr—"

"—Twelve."

"Twelve—Twelve! As in years old?" Xander stared at her with surprise.

Standing on the porch waiting for their parents to catch up and unlock the door, Josh and Sarah listened to the conversation.

"We weren't in love." Buffy weakly defended herself.

"What was his name?"

"It doesn't matter. That was forever ago and it wasn't like we were heading down the aisle. Our 'relationship' lasted as long as a day. Honey, you have nothing to worry about. When was your first girlfriend—and please don't say bug lady..."

Xander released a breath and said, "Cordy."

"Really?" Buffy was unable to mask her surprise.

He shrugged, "I wasn't as good as you and Josh are in the flirting department—As you may remember."

"You're better than you think," she tilted her chin higher, inches away from his mouth.

Xander smirked and brushed his mouth over hers and ignored the vomiting sounds from their children on the porch waiting for them to be let inside.

Breaking the kiss, Buffy took his hand and began to lead the way towards the porch when a vampire leapt out from the bushes.

Instantly, dropping her purse and breaking away from Xander, Buffy took on the vampire jabbing it into the face, followed by a kick into its stomach.

The vampire growled, flashing its fangs. He angrily attacked the Vampire Slayer. Buffy fought him off with experienced ease.

"Mom!" Josh exclaimed and started down the porch steps when Xander blocked him off to keep him safe.

"Stay back," Xander ordered.

"But Dad—" Josh's words died on his lips when he saw his mother gain the advantage in the fight, easily taking on the vampire.

The shocked teens watched their mother wail on a strange man with a diseased face.

Another vampire ran in from the darkness, heading straight toward Buffy, who's back faced him.

Jumping into action, Xander shot a mean right hook into the on-coming vampire's face, before it could reach Buffy. He held off the vampire and looked back at the kids.

"Josh," Xander called out to him, "in your mothers," he slugged a fist into the vampire's body, "purse," he punched the vampire with his other fist, "there's a stake," Xander hooked his arm around the vampire's neck in a hold, "toss it here," he punched the vampire in the face once more, "please!"

Scrambling into his mother's purse, Josh rummaged through it and took out a wooden stake with a thin sharp point. He and Sarah stared at it with wide eyes.

"Josh!"

Josh shook himself from his frozen state and tossed the stake across the short distance to his father.

Before the teenager's eyes, they watched their father twist the vampire around and jab the stake into his heart. In disbelief, they watched the vampire combust into a cloud of dust.

Their eyes went back to their mother, who was still fighting a vampire. She seemed to be taking her time, finding a bit of enjoyment in the fight.

In a flash, she whirled around and kicked a powerful sidekick into the vampire's chest sending him flying into a tree. A naked branch stabbed into his heart from behind, dusting him.

Buffy and Xander glanced at each other than around themselves, making sure there weren't any more vampires around.

"It's been a while since I've seen a vamp in this neighbourhood," Buffy said.

"Must be that time of the season," Xander replied as he scanned the darkness for any more vampires lurking.

"Um…"

Buffy and Xander turned their heads to their teenagers staring at them wide-eyed and dumbfounded.

"What the hell just happened?" Josh asked.

Sharing a glance, knowing and dreading this day that they knew would one day come. Buffy stepped forward toward her children, "Uh… guys…" she took a deep breath and said, "… I'm a Vampire Slayer."

Josh and Sarah stared at their mother blankly.