It was a decent early morning in Sunnydale aka the hellmouth and one were Joyce Summers humorously glared up at Xander Harris. With her head resting sideways over his bare shoulder, she declared, "That is one of the craziest stories I have ever heard in my entire life."

Stretched out with his long legs in a pair of old black boxer shorts. He's lounging the morning away with Joyce while detailing the most nefarious revenge plot, he had ever cooked up as a child. "Willow had to be taught a lesson."

"At five years old?" Joyce regarded him sarcastically.

Xander shrugged slightly and defended himself. "You gotta start young these days. Revenge builds character." And with that she laughed at the reason for why he stole his best friend's barbie doll and returned it. It had always been said that laughter was good for the soul and Joyce enjoyed that here with him letting out a chuckled while snuggling up to him.

In what was becoming a feature of their non relationship that they had been knowingly engaging in for months she had stayed over at his place. As always, their meeting last night were fun, light, and orgasmic. Lots of heavy petting and kissing as they enjoyed their time together this time watching Three's Company Marathon. Donuts of wondrous frosted and chocolaty varieties, along with ice cold milk were the snacks as she and Xander stimulated the taste buds and tickled the funny bone. Joyce laughed so hard watching the silly show while munching on doughnuts. So carefree and brainless but still such a simple pleasure one so rare to indulge in. Simply being teased for leaving crumbs all over the blankets, wrestling with her companion over the remote, kissing a man and making him smile then exhausting her lover with her body in his bedroom. It was all so wonderful and relaxing for her. No stress about bill payments, no worries about her slayer daughter and no dwelling on life's failures.

Xander gently tucked a loose strand behind her ear, caring for her even in the smallest of ways. Simply lying in his bed with her was fun. Not as much fun as last night when they were satisfying each other's wants and desires for hours. Moving against each other on his bed in mutual ecstasy until they climaxed again and again. But still this was enjoyable. She wasn't wearing any makeup today, and her hair was styled in 'I've just woken up' kind of way but nevertheless he was enchanted. "So, what your plans for today?"

"Not great plans of world domination," she replied while finding something sweet in the freedom of being able to drape herself over him any way that she choose. She liked being able to rub her bare legs against his. "I shall get around to that maybe next week."

"But your free, yes?" her nod confirmed his question. "So perhaps you spend some of your free time with me? I am quite a wonderful person to spend time with. I know the local haunts, quirky points of interest and every doughnut shop from here to Sydney!"

"So, you are suggesting we go out and spend our time together?" Joyce raised an eyebrow at him. Going out in public even the idea of it was not something she could wrap her head around.

"Not here of course. But maybe like a day trip or something," he offered to her noting she hadn't run out of the apartment, so this was progress. "We get out of town and just enjoy ourselves." He said while she drew circles over her flat belly with his fingers listening to his suggestion. "We can go have lunch somewhere or go to that rival gallery in the other town and you can steal all their exhibitions!"

She smiled at that. "That doesn't sound like the worse idea in the world," Joyce gave him a kiss. "I'm going to go shower," she said getting up from the bed and heading into his bathroom. She spared a glance over his shoulder and stopped as she saw Xander's openly lusty gaze exposed as he admired her long legs and the fact, she was wearing a t shirt of his. She knew that look very well. "Oh no! Don't even think about it!" she told him wagging her finger. "I'm just going there to shower nothing else!" she told him half aroused herself despite what she said.

"Then you better lock the door," he warned her before jumping off the bed. Joyce yelped and ran off laughing as he followed managing to slip into his bathroom as she tried half heartedly to close the door. Xander quickly grabbed her from behind and then spun her around on her back before passionately covering her mouth with his. The greedy heat of his kiss devoured her soft lips and then his tongue gently parted her mouth, diving inside to tangle with hers. Whatever clothes they had on were removed as their need for each other drove them. Before long Joyce Summers found herself pinned against a bathroom counter. Her head was thrown back, eyes clenched shut and a blissful smile on her face. She was moaning as her young lover Xander Harris slowly thrust into her groaning softly at the feel of being inside her. For him he simply couldn't get enough of her. It was the joy he found in being able to touch her whenever he wanted, however he wanted, all the while knowing his attentions were coveted.

Joyce moved her hands from his shoulders to become tangled in Xander's hair as they continued to have sex in his bathroom. Once again last night had proven what insatiable appetite the woman had for sex particularly sex with this young man whose company she would keep returning to. His presence, personality, and his body all delighted her. She had fucked him without embarrassment as if she had anything to be ashamed about. Quilty maybe but embarrassed not a chance. Leaning down Xander gently took one of Joyce's breasts into his mouth. The woman moaned and whispered Xander's name encouragingly. The local lifeguard and part time scooby had taken much pleasure in discovering her erogenous zones and could easily bring her to various peaks with simply caresses and deft touches. Her breasts were a constant source of fascination for him regardless of being covered or uncovered. They were full, round and topped with sensitive nipples that Xander couldn't help but tease and play with. Joyce's knees weakened as she felt him suckle and kiss her breast moaning in pleasure as she dug her nails in his shoulders. Having a lover who knew you so well was a godsend, especially when his lips went to all her most sensitive areas on her chest.

After some moments of his tongue and lips on her chest she pulled him up to face her as she felt her body shift towards an orgasm again, more slowly and luxuriously this time than many previous ones with Xander but no less enjoyable. The methodical collision of Xander's hips into hers were pushing them over the edge. Long, driving surges rocked into her made the bathroom counter shake but they paid it no mind. Their foreheads pressed together, both staring into the others hungry gaze until the need to kiss overwhelmed them. Their lips merged hard and passionate. Her legs tightened around his ass keeping him close while she forced her tongue in his mouth intent on devouring him. As their need for each other to cum reached irrational heights they pushed against each other harder and rougher her moans and whimpers spurring him on. They moved against each other until finally he gasped cumming deep inside her as she released a strangled cry cumming in his arms. They stayed there soaking in the afterglow admiring the expression of bliss the other wore. Before finally he shifted in her arms giving the older woman a smile and quick kiss as he slipped out of her.

With confidence born out of being intimate with such a beautiful woman Xander couldn't help but run his eyes over her flushed body. Her face red as if she had been running, hair wild, her nipples rock hard and her legs slightly together and whole-body trembling. To think he could do this to a woman was incredible. Basking in the afterglow of a good morning fuck Joyce sighed eyes still closed as she gripped the counter before letting out a little laugh. "You're the best, do you know that?" she told him smiling.

He let out a bark at laughter himself at her brash assessment. "I do what I can," he grinned in return.

"No seriously," she grinned at him. "You are the best! How on earth did you become the best?" She asked him raising an eyebrow at the naked man in front of her.

"Must be the hellmouth," he shrugged. "Or maybe it's my special power. Personally, I think it's due to lots of study and research on the subject matter."

"You mean you have been reading playboy over the years," She summarised with hint of bemusement.

"Well, they have some very informative articles," Xander joked. "But in reality, I think it's more due to my dance partner and her instructions from time to time that helped me gain confidence and encouraged me to explore my interests."

"Well, you mister are a very good student," she purred brushing some of his hair away from his face. Smiling in return Xander helped her into the shower and the pair enjoyed some slow kissing under the water. Joyce always enjoyed his kissing techniques which was surprised her as she wouldn't have expected the young, funny, comical and underconfident teenager to be this good. But in his arms under the water with his lips massaging hers she simply felt like bliss. She couldn't help but move down on her knees and gave Xander a very nice blowjob at the end of it. The sight of her naked wet body on her knees, hair slicked back and lips around his cock, her oral technique… he didn't stand a chance.

A little sore between his legs he left the bathroom putting on some grey jogging pants and headed to make some breakfast. He was off today and was looking forward to spending it with Joyce. He might have even convinced her maybe a drive out of the city. Someone where they wouldn't worry about being spotted by familiar faces and simply enjoy each other's company. Coming out the bedroom he couldn't help but smile at her. As hot as it was seeing her dressed in exotic underwear, sexy gowns or simply naked there was something to be said about watching Joyce pad around his apartment dressed only in one of his shirts. And yes, he did notice she had a few buttons undone… and her sexy long legs. Making coffee for them both he simply admiring how sexy and adorable she looked as she padded around his apartment barefoot. He enjoyed seeing the little things she did, like place the magazines on his table in a different order than he had them; or when she actually went through his mail.

She was comfortable in his home so comfortable she was testing the limits of her going through his things to see how he would react. So far, her endeavours amused him more than annoyed. That brought a smile to her face. It was a girl thing. His apartment still moderately decorated but thanks to Joyce's influence it had some practical features such as a decent cutlery set, table mats and napkins, a small drawer with all of Xander's important and as he often referred to them 'boring' paperwork and documents. His own design features for his apartment had included putting his beloved 'Big trouble in little China' poster in a frame in the living room and naturally getting a large television.

Xander's phone ringing caused them to look over to it and he headed off to answer it. "Hello? Oh, Giles hi," he said out loud causing Joyce to suddenly feel a little self-conscious of what she was wearing and headed quickly back to his bedroom. One never knew when the Scooby gang might appear. The evil that haunted Sunnydale didn't stick to a regular timetable. "Spike wants to do what?" Xander asked the Englishman on the other end of the phone call. "Why?" He listened to the answer before asking a question. "So, what does that have to do with me?" He made a face at that answer. "Seriously? Can't anybody else, do it?" His face became even more uglier. "Fine! No it's no problem. Not like I had anything planned for today," he said with a sigh. "I head over there in an hour," he replied before ending the call.

"What did Rupert want?" Asked Joyce now fully clothed returning from the bedroom.

"Wants me to go deliver some army clothes to Spike," Xander informed her. "Apparently the blond blood sucker wants to head back into the initiative to get some files. Honestly what am I a delivery service?" he asked out loud.

"Well, you kind of are I mean didn't you deliver Riley those clothes yesterday," Joyce joked before seeing his glare. She walked over to where he was standing clearly unhappy. "I'm sure they appreciate every little thing you do," she said softly trying to sooth him.

"Have you met these people?" he muttered darkly.

"Xander," she began but he pulled away from her.

"I have get ready to head out," Xander said pulling away from her solemnly. "There's jam you like in the fridge for the toast."

"Xander," she tried again but he was already heading away from her. "Xander at least remember to wear that scent from the magic shop!" she told him reminding him of 'Mistshadow' some special scent he had found at the magic shop that covers a person's scent from a vampire. Vampires with their enhanced sense of smell would be able to smell Joyce on him and Xander did not want one vampire such as Spike to know about himself and Joyce.

Giving her a forced smile Xander nodded. "Of course, I always do." He then headed off to her bathroom to spray on the scent on him.

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Grunting as he opened the door to Spike's crypt Xander was not a happy bunny. His day off was ruined by having to deal with the bleached blond vampire. He preferred to keep his dealing with the vampire to next to nothing but alas it would seem that he wasn't so lucky. Not bothering to offer any conversation to the undead Brit Xander simply walked up to him. "Here," Xander said handing over the clothes to Spike "You should've just saved the ensemble from the last time we snuck into the Initiative."

Ignoring him Spike looked through the clothes and found a small pistol. "Hello," he grinned at his discovery. "This is just… swell." Dropping the rest of the clothes on a stone bench, he aimed the gun at the wall. It had been a long time since he had handled a gun and while he always thought that they spoilt the fun of killing: the pleasure of ripping out someone's throat was far greater than shooting someone for example. He still was enjoying handling the weapon. "Gotta say... liking this quite a lot." He started swinging the barrel around towards Xander who watched unconcerned. "Kinda changes the balances of pow-OWW!" He threw up a hand to his forehead clutching it as pain hits him. Frustrated, he stalked across the crypt. "Akk! Oh, come on! You got to be kidding?"

"Wow," Xander stated with false sympathy. "That chip in your head means you can't even point a gun. How humiliating," he said stating the obvious.

"Yeah, yeah," Spike muttered shaking his head in pain. "Lap it up little boy!"

"Doesn't work anyway. It's a fake," Xander smirked at the vampire. Spike turned around to glare at the young man who was clearly enjoying seeing how upset the vampire was. "Can't even point a decorative gun," Xander shrugged smiling. "Give it up for a American chipmanship."

"It doesn't work?" Spike growled at him angrily. "What about self-defence? I'm taking a risk here, you know?"

"Can I tell you how much I really… don't care?" Xander stated before turning around and leaving. His task was done, and he had no desire to hang around in some dusty crypt with William the Bloody for any longer than he had to.

"Such attitude! What does the Summers woman think about that?" Spike called after him warningly.

Xander stopped in his tracks and swallowed slowly before turning around pretending to play dump. "Buffy?" he asked perplexed. "She doesn't care."

"Not that one," Spike said pointedly and Xander felt the hairs in the back of his neck stand up. "It's 'Mistshadow' isn't it?" Spike asked the young man taking a seat in a chair. "That's what you are using isn't it? Good stuff covers a scent well but not made correctly by an expect it can work a little too good and cover even the wearer's scent," he said pointing to Xander who was standing very still. "But before you head down to the store and demand a refund you should know that I have caught her scent on you even before that. See for a vampire a scent can stay on person for days," he explained. "It's just there in the background before it fades. I bemused at first thought that damned government group messed with my nose as well as my bite but… nobody else had a scent that was mixed… just yours," he gave the man a slight grin.

"Spike…" Xander began slowly. "I don't know what you have been drinking…"

"I am crippled boy but not a fool," Spike barked at him before going back to his soft tone of speaking as before. He was sounding as slippery as a snake and as cool as a cucumber. "Plus, I'm a curious sort and with a little free time in my hands so I followed the slayer's mother one time. Smart woman parking her car a block or two away from your parent's place but still not smart enough to know when she is being followed by me. She stayed at your place for several hours… So, then I followed you a couple of times as well as her. Sometimes you would go round to her house, other times it would be your place… always alone. I don't think it was to exchange recipes," he tossed the brunette a sly grin. "Shagging the slayer's mother for what is it? months? Nearly half a year? That's some record! Even that poof Angelus would approve at how dark it is!" Spike grinned with menace. "I mean this will break the slayer, destroy her, hurt her so badly she might never recover."

Xander was at a loss what to say or do. Spike had him over a barrel and for once the smart mouthed teen had nothing to fire back with. "Spike," he said choosing his words carefully. "Even if, and it's a big even why wouldn't you simply tell Buffy?" It was a stupid question but one that he had to know given Spike's evil ways.

"Oh, why spoil the surprise?" Spike gleamed lighting a cigarette. "You see a one-night stand is bad but to let something continue grow and evolve into what it is now is priceless! Sure, there have been times when I wanted to call it out when that slayer was pissing me off," Spike confessed beaming with the cigarette between his lips. "But no best keep your little secret and let you mess this one up all by yourself. Which you will Xander we both know that don't we? You will trip over yourself, stumble, or just blurt it by mistake as that what you and your big mouth always does." He puffed a little looking like a Bond villain who had just revealed his plans but at the same time Xander very much not James Bond and didn't have a gadget up his sleeve or a plan to get out of his this one. Spike knew this and continued. "So run along head back into the arms of the lovely Joyce Summers, maybe even give her one for me," the vampire winked at the stunned young man. "Enjoy it while it lasts my boy it will turn sour soon… and then the slayer will be coming for you but not in the same way her mother does."

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Joyce sat at the kitchen table; a mug of coffee huddled between her palms. After Xander had been called away she had decided to head to work at the Gallery. She had been putting the finishing touches to the latest exhibition, much of it centred around the shipment brought in from LA It was imperative that it went without a hitch, especially since attendance had been so erratic during the past few months. The gallery had really been hit by its loss of subsidy since the... demise of the mayor. He may have been psychotic, but he *was* a patron of the arts. The new administration was completely unsympathetic to the cultural education of Sunnydale's citizen's she mused. She had only just returned when she heard loud banging on her door. The banging on her door Joyce came to it to see a frantic looking Xander. "What happened? What is it?" She asked him seeing the panicked face on the young man.

"He knows," was his simple reply.

"What?" Joyce asked him. "Who?" she said in denial as she knew full well who he had been to seen but still wanted to pretend nothing wrong or bad was going to out of his mouth.

"Spike!" he stated going into the living room. "He knows everything about us!"

Fear gripped Joyce. A cold fear came over her. "How can that be? You said the lotion would cover the scent of me on you! You told me that there would be no way of knowing about us! What did you say to him?! What did you do?!" She shouted at him.

"Nothing!" he yelled back at her. "I said nothing! Not a hint of sarcastic comment before you ask! He worked it out on his own! He has been alive for centuries and is pretty smart and cunning you know! Even followed you a few times the sneaky vampire! He knows all about us!" He said in frustration.

Joyce struggled to control her breathing. She wanted to scream. Wanted to die. Wanted to wake up and realise that everything was a dream. Because right now it was turning into a nightmare. "So why hasn't he said anything about us?" She asked him.

"Cause he is playing the long game," Xander seethed recalling some Spike's taunts. "He was content to simply let this one play out and deepen so that the big reveal will be all the more memorable!" He explained shaking his head.

Joyce all but fell into her sofa. Spike the vampire knew about her and Xander's affair. She remembered sitting at that table, sipping hot cocoa with marshmallows watching him drunk out of his skull explain his breakup with his vampire lover Drusilla. Like some silly little girl, she had been very sympathetic almost forgetting how dangerous the vampire is. Now despite some government chip in his head he still as powerful as ever holding a knowledge of her and Xander's affair and the threat that he could reveal it to Buffy at any time. This was the worse than anything she could have considered. It would be so easy to chalk all of this up to a pre-menopausal lapse insanity, but for the longest time when it came to her relationship with Xander she just didn't care. She'd given fifteen years of her life to Hank and a further three on top of that to her daughter. In her mind just for once she decided it was time to start living for herself. Xander made her feel alive in a way she hadn't felt in long time. But it had blinded her and now she could see how foolish and stupid she had been. "What are am I going to do?" she whispered to herself struggling to grasp the reality of the situation herself.

"What are we going to do?" he told her as he went over to comfort her. But she shrugged him away.

"No don't you get it!" she hissed at him. "This isn't a game or some joke! Spike will tell Buffy we both know he will! And then…" she trailed off not wanting even to state the unthinkable. If Buffy would reject her and leave her… Joyce couldn't even bare to think about that given she had to endure such disappointments of a failed marriage and having to restart her life from scratch. She wished nothing more that she hadn't engaged in any of this mess with Xander.

Xander's face was still searching for hope. "Maybe this isn't as bad as we fear," he offered her. "Faith found out about us, and she hasn't told anyone."

"Yes! Brilliant Xander thank you for reminding me that as well as an evil vampire knowing about us there is also a girl who is wanted for at least two murders who knows all about us and can tell anyone at any time!" Joyce barked at him. He really was a kid at sometimes. Just some brainless, hormonal driven child. Giving one last glare she turned away from him. "Just get out."

"I can fix this! I want to help to fix this!" Xander said determined.

"Just get the hell out!" she screamed at him causing him to flinch. He wanted to say more but she looked so angry and distressed that he thought it best to simply go. He backed out of the room and left the house as Joyce simply buried her head in her hands struggling to hang on to her sanity. All she could think about was his words.

'Spike knows!'

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Xander lay in his bed enjoying a good sulk. Last night things between the Scooby gang that had been brewing for months had finally blown up. There was a lot of yelling and screaming, a lot of accusations and hurt feelings before finally everyone went their separate ways. Xander hadn't seen or heard from anyone this morning.

He knew there was a part of him which shouldn't be feeling this way. He knew as a friend he should be happy for them. And he was as Buffy and Willow were his two best friends and both of them deserved every success but at the same time, he was just feeling a little... unneeded he guessed. It had started in the last year of high school when it was becoming painfully clear that the group no longer needed him. Sure, there some good days and highlights such as Graduation when he felt he added something or the group or when they needed him, but those days were few and far between. The living breathing liability of the Scooby Gang, a voice from within reminded him.

Thoughts like this then reminded him of Joyce, the woman who he had been engaging in a very sexual affair with for many months now. She engaged with him, made time for him, wanted to spend time with him and seem to enjoy his company. They had been stealing some moments, nights, and time between each other. Hardly stealing as when he thought about it as there the world didn't seem to have great designs or plans for them, so it was remarkably easy to hook up. But now what was once theirs was now becoming more widely known. Faith knew about them and now Spike, two people who Xander didn't exactly trust with his secrets. Joyce had now freaked out and all but cursed Xander out of her house. He wished he could come up with a solution to their problems, simply wave a magical ward and fix it all.

He recalled a night not too long ago when it was his turn to come up with a fun night. So, after a bit of thought he had made a request that they engage in abit of roleplay involving one of his favourite films. So after spending an hour at his local arcade to allow Joyce to get ready he returned to his apartment and knocked on the door pretending it wasn't his apartment he was greeted to the sight of Joyce Summers dressed like Sigourney Weaver in 'Ghostbusters'. That is looking like the actress when the character was processed by the ghost Zuul when Bill Murray went to see her on a date. Xander was stunned. When she agreed and said she would need an hour to do up her hair and make up he had not expected this. Joyce had truly gone all out in her look: her hair was flowing loosely over her naked shoulders, her eyes are wide open, filled with a kind of love-slave longing, her lips are parted and wet and her clothes were far from what Joyce might ever wear. Instead, she was in a drapey red dress almost a perfect copy from the 1984 film with a gold satin underlaid that gave it a fiery shimmer. She was perfect right now to the shiny make up on her face. A nuclear bomb could go off in the hall and Xander wouldn't have notice.

"Are you the Keymaster?" She asked him in a breathless hot tone in her tone.

Xander looks at her totally puzzled before finally saying "No, I'm Xander Harris," he offered his mind completely blank. Joyce then slams the door in his face. Xander looks around the hall totally stunned before remembering she was quoting the film at him. Kicking himself he knocks again, and she opens the door.

"Are you the Keymaster?" Joyce asks again in much the same tone as before.

Xander nods his head quickly. "Yes! Yes, I am! Well, I'm an old friend of his he told me to meet him here," he steps in, sliding past her into the house as she closes the door eyes on him the whole time. "I," he squeaked then cleared his throat she was very, very beautiful dressed like this. "I didn't catch your name though?"

Joyce merely looks at him with the same intent as before. Her dark eyes were on him, watching and waiting for Xander to do. . . something. Before she walked past him towards his bedroom. "I am Zuul. I am the Gatekeeper."

Xander nodded trying to play along but she making it impossible with her naked shoulders, wild hair, bare legs and no doubt sprayed on that top-secret Government issued pheromones that insured men would comply to a woman's every whim that Xander often believed were sold on the black market… or next to the woman's shampoo section in the supermarket.

Joyce merely walked past him and headed along the hall and into his bedroom in almost a trance state. "We must prepare for the coming of Gozer" she stated in a detached voice as he followed her. Inside she was giddy, he was right this was fun particularly his expression of want. His eyes were threatening to fall out of his face as he looked at her. Joyce turned to him as he entered her bedroom following her. "He is the Destructor" she almost whispered.

She lay on the bed in front of him as he entered her room. He was resigned to his fate and very much happy about that. In terms of performance, he wasn't putting in a great one more blown away by Joyce's committed one. Joyce rises to her knees in front of him and Xander takes a second to admire her choice of outfit. The fabric flows and clings just so, serving as a temptation and warning about dangerous curves ahead. He felt way out of his league and had been rock hard from the moment he had seen her.

"Do you want this body?" Joyce or whatever she had now asked him wantonly knowing that he was on the edge.

Xander gulped and opened his mouth to speak but only a squeak came out. He cleared his throat to try again as inwardly Joyce grinned at the state of him. "Is this a trick question?" he finally offered.

She leaned to him close there was barely space for a paper between them. He could feel her breath on him. "Take me now… sub-creature," she dared him. It was all she could say as Xander's patience and acting skills gave up on him and he succumb to his lust. Grabbing the woman and mauling her mouth with his tongue which she returned savouring the taste of him and the feel of his lips. He was eager, desperate, and so horny he could barely control himself as caressed her body with his hands. Their clothes were thrown off quickly as the pair engaged in savage lust. Making out roughly, nothing gentle about the way they touched each other, and it wasn't long until Joyce was spread out on all fours with Xander entering her from behind as she was spread out on her knees in front of him. He eased his way inside her, relishing the feeling of her gripping him with her inner muscles. Grabbing her hips, he started thrusting into her hard. Not shy at all in this moment Joyce moved back against him desperate to get as much of him inside her. Panting with exertion as he repeatedly rammed her, he couldn't help but glanced at the mirror and admire the look of her in the front. She was a vision. Moaning out loud, her face an expression of bliss, growling at him to do it be harder and deeper inside her, her wonderful breasts jiggling as they grinded against each other she was simply divine.

They came together hard, the first of many that night they were simply wild, like a pair of rabbits and Xander had loved every second he mused as he recalled it. His erection, which he'd been idly playing with while trying to decide whether he was going to indulge tonight or not, faded the moment when he realised, he wouldn't be any to indulge in any more of that for now. Joyce would probably now want to avoid him and put as much distance as she could from him to convince Buffy there was nothing to Spike's accusations if the bleach blond leech opened his mouth. The threat of losing everything would wake her up to reality and she would regain her sanity realising that sleeping with Xander Harris was the biggest mistake in her life he glumly concluded.

Looking up to here his phone ringing he headed over to the phone and answered. "Hello?" He said.

"Xander… it's Buffy," came the reply. His eyes widened and he felt his whole body become stiff but then he calmed down a little. If she knew she wouldn't be calling but rather breaking down his door and beating him to death. It turns out he was right at least she wanted to talk to him and was setting up a meeting with him including Willow and Giles. Given how badly their last one ended last night he was half tempted to skip it plus maybe she did know and was wanting to beat him to a pulp in public.

Shaking his head at that image Xander decided to agree to see her. He couldn't put if off any longer and maybe he could use Willow or G-Man as a human shield for a second or two.