Oz turned the corner and slowed his pace. The scent was strong and easy to track, almost beneath his abilities. Even without tracking the scent, Oz had known where to go. He thought as she frowned at the door before putting his fingers on the doorknob and testing it. Locked. He sighed and knocked softly. "Cordy," he whispered. "It's me." He picked up faint sniffing from behind the door and knocked again. A brief rustling sound preceded the click of the lock. He opened the door to the janitor's closet carefully, slowly, making sure no one saw him enter.
Cordelia was inside, standing proudly defiant, hugging her arms. Her face was free of tears, but Oz could tell they'd been wiped away only moments ago. The salty smell lingered in the cramped space. Oz guessed that she didn't want to let him know that she had been crying. "What do you want?" Her tone was confrontational and lacking in the playfulness of their usual banter. She probably thought she was hiding her feelings from him, but to Oz, she couldn't have seemed more upset if she were screaming hysterically.
"Do you really have to ask?" Oz's eyebrows rose slightly in a hopeful gesture, but he let them droop back down as Cordelia maintained her aloof expression. She stood barely a foot from the short man her arms crossed and chin up. "You want to talk about it?" he tried.
"About what?" she snapped. "About how Buffy's going to tell the whole school about me?"
Oz shook his head and reached out, rubbing Cordelia's shoulder affectionately. "She's not going to tell anyone. You know that."
The brunette exhaled in exasperation and Oz looked at as if he were a foolish child. "Of course she will. This time tomorrow, the whole school's going to know. Buffy's got this total irrational hatred of me."
Oz quirked an eyebrow at her. "Irrational?"
"Yeah! What'd I ever do to her?"
"Do you really want to get into that?"
She sighed and let her arms drop to her side. "It doesn't matter. I'm doomed now anyway. I bet she's doing some totally spaztastic dance of joy right now because she gets to tell the whole school about how Cordelia Chase is poor."
"Cordy, I'm telling you, Buffy would never go around telling people that your financial status," he assured her.
"Yeah right!" she exclaimed, tears coming to her eyes now. "Oh, I bet she can't wait to go telling people I drive a Honda now. Probably laughing it up right now. 'Ms. Stuck-up got her comeuppance, ha ha ha'"
Oz put his hands on Cordelia's shoulder and leaned her head in close. "Cause Buffy's not that kind of person," Oz replied, rubbing her upper arms gently. Cordelia looked down at the floor. "Okay, I won't lie, maybe she'll be a little 'ha ha ha' on the inside, but she's not going to tell anyone. It's not her style."
Cordelia sniffed and spoke in a kind of low mumble. "If it was me, I'd tell."
Oz was the one to react this time, letting out a brief snort before raising Cordelia's chin with her finger. "That's cause you're a stone-cold bitch, C."
Cordelia seemed to want to argue that for a moment, opening her mouth to argue. Then she grinned devilishly. "Maybe just a little."
Laughing slightly Oz pulled her into a hug. "Nothing little about it. You've got the record books locked up, Cordy." They stepped apart a moment later, Cordelia wiping her face. Oz reached out, stroking a strand of hair out of her eyes. Cordelia smiled softly. "Feeling a little better?"
"A little," she said before sighing. "What am I going to do, Oz? This is a total disaster."
"As far as disasters go, Cordy, this is pretty small scale. Maybe a little embarrassing, but it's not awful beyond that."
"Are you kidding me?" she scoffed. "Buffy knows I'm poor! And I'm not going to be able to keep it a secret forever anyway! Soon the whole school will know I'm poor!"
Oz rolled his head around on his shoulders and exhaled. Then he took Cordelia's hands in his own and looked her in the eye. "Cordy. Who cares if people know?"
"It's embarrassing," the tall girl admitted.
"Why?"
Cordelia bit her lip. "Because, I'm not supposed to be poor! I'm Cordelia Chase!"
"That doesn't change. You're not Cordelia cause of how much money you have," Oz pointed out to her.
"You don't know anything," she muttered, looking down.
"I know you Cordelia Chase," Oz said, seriously. "And that I never cared one way or another about how much money you had. Anyone who knows who Cordelia Chase is knows it's not her money that makes her so special." He told her without hesitation.
That had her grinning again, that luminous Cordelia Chase smile that said that she knew she was quite the incredible person but was always glad to hear other people confirm her long held beliefs. She raised her head a bit, looking into Oz eyes. "Thank you," she replied to him. "Guess you reminded me what's more important to care about." She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I almost forgot about that. Maybe it doesn't matter if I don't have a lot of money."
A small smile appeared on Oz's usually passive expression. "I try my best." Cordelia giggled and leaned in to give the guitarist a short kiss.
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Buffy stumbled slightly as she made her way to Xander's house. Everyone was so loud. It was so distracting. Did they all have to shout out their thoughts all the time? Did they have to constantly spew out meaningless garbage and terrified insecurities? It was kind of fun at first to listen in on people's innermost thoughts, but now they just wouldn't shut up. She had left her own home as she had gotten fed up of hearing her mother and her deeply disturbing thoughts about Buffy's former love Angel. It was bad enough that her mother had slept with Angel but to know that she sometimes had fantasy about him… was not something she needed to hear. So, she had snuck out as she had more concerns to deal with. She knew that the group were investigating the high school and looking from the killer who Buffy had heard while in cafeteria. She would help but the sheer number of voices had threatened to overwhelm her, but she see needed to see Xander.
As she walked through Xander's neighbourhood, she couldn't help noticing the run-down homes around her—the 70s style houses all being two stories, skinny, with faded paint. There wasn't a flower in sight and only a handful of trees. Despite the bright sun on a cloudless blue sky, Xander's neighbourhood was drab, faded, and dreary. Oddly enough, the slum-like area Xander lived in brought a sense of solace to her turbulent emotions. "Has his neighbourhood always been like this?" she asked herself, wondering why she never noticed.
Buffy winced as she got hit with the stray thoughts of Xander's neighbours. They, like most people, were thinking about what they were watching on television, what they were eating, or who they wanted to have sex with. She pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead and groaned in aggravation as she went up the steps to Xander's front door. She moved to knock but frowned when she picked up on his mother's stray thoughts from within the house. The woman was currently passed out in front of the tv when after drinking much of the afternoon away, but Buffy could sense her thoughts. She turned and headed around the house vaulting up a nearby tree and onto the roof easily thanks to her slayer skills.
She made her way to the window and pushed it open causing the boy inside to jump up in surprise. "Buffy!" Xander called out in shock.
"Sorry!" she exclaimed. "I didn't want to wake your parents." He nodded clearly uncomfortable at her presence due to her mind reading skills. He was already trying to avoid thinking about anything he didn't want her to know he had been thinking about, and that meant a rush of thoughts coming into her head as he failed miserably.
He saw her react almost steadying herself with her eyes closed and so he was pretty sure she could still read his mind. That wasn't good as it was the reason why he had run from school and cut classes. He didn't want her in his head. Didn't want her seeing his thoughts or see what he was thinking. He didn't want her to know. He didn't want her to know about him.
"Xander," she uttered opening her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?" He opened his mouth to make a lame joke, but she cut him off before he could even make a sound. "You know what I am talking about Xander!" she hissed at him causing him to flinch. "Why you tell me about your home here?"
There it was a simple question, but it carried so much weight. Buffy may have known bits and pieces enough to not want to invite his parents to Christmas or Thanksgiving, but she had barely scratched the surface. In Buffy's defence, I'm always doing that, and I can see Buffy grimace looking like she would complain as she read his thoughts, Buffy was busy. What with saving the world and having a doomed relationship with a vampire, and surviving high school, and all the million things in her life that were infinitely more interesting than I was. And I for whatever reason, I was happy with that job, most of the time. It's not like I wanted to take an ad in the paper.
"This whole time," she muttered almost to herself. "All the time I have been here, and I never asked, or I bother to find out." She sat down on his bed tears threatening to come.
"It's not your_" Xander began.
"FAULT?!" she exclaimed. "You are my boyfriend! Before that one of my closest friends! And I never bother to even ask you about your life! About your life growing up!"
"Buff," he began, and she allowed to him to speak even though she knew what he would say. "My Dad has made his life, my mom's life, and my life miserable. He makes me feel worthless because he feels worthless. That about covers it."
"And the hitting," she could talk about because of who she was in his life, and he couldn't get mad. "I know it happened and know it how it affects you."
Xander's empty vacant stare changed the mood. He'd rather no one know about that, or if they did, never speak of it. He's angry that after so many years those dark days still haunt him. It's not that Buffy brought up that painful period in his life. It's that it still gets to him. "My dads is drunk," he stated flat out. "He used his drinking as a crutch. He took out his failures in life on me. He needed me to be a failure so that he wouldn't be alone in the failing. He has never encouraged me a day in his life."
"And you know none of that was your fault, right?" Buffy told him and already knew he struggle to accept it.
"I do now," he admitted, and she knew it was a half-truth/ half lie. "But accepting that doesn't change the fact that the man who should love you more than his own life beat the crap out of you because he hated his own. That's what's hard to live with."
They sat in silence both dealing with the revelation that Buffy knows knew all about him far more personally and intimately than ever before until he saw that she was wincing every so often. "It's your neighbours and your mom," she told him before he had a chance to ask what is wrong. "I can hear them all. It just won't stop. I can't make it stop just keeps coming." It was too loud. It was too much. She was just one person. She couldn't have all these thoughts. She thought about everything.
She thought about why the Raiders never seemed to cover the spread. She thought about why he had been dumb enough to eat that hot dog from the gas station. She thought about how she didn't want to go to school tomorrow because the kids would laugh at her new haircut. She thought about how bad she wanted to fuck Sara. She thought about the dream she was having about the toilet that was full of office supplies that she needed to use for her presentation at the office she worked in eighteen years ago. She thought about the monster she had seen by the graveyard the other night that she must have just hallucinated. She thought about how much he missed his wife. She thought about getting a nose job. They were too much! They had to stop!
"Buffy!" Xander shook her right in front of her face, and she realised she had curled up in a ball clutching her head. "We have to get you to Giles." He muttered and she could tell he was worried about her. That he knew this wasn't good. What had this experience done to her? Was she even still Buffy anymore? Would she ever be her agai-
"No!" she told him. "I can't go to school! There are too many people!" Before he could reply she spoke up again. "Yes, I know I can't stay here!" she hissed at him before giving him a look of apology. "Yes, I know we need to get out of here!" she replied again reading his mind. She blinked as an idea formed in his head. "Take me there please!"
Xander opened his mouth to say something, but Buffy's pleading look meant he couldn't say anything to her. He would never say no to her. He gathered her in his arms, and they made their way downstairs to his car. Driving off from his house.
A hour or so later they were at The Last Stop which was your typical run-of-the-mill convenience store/gas station hybrid. The two working gas pumps where the odd numbered ones as the evens were so old and rusted that had to have been out of order for years. Xander's uncle owned it but as he had assured her or would have if she couldn't read his mind. It would be closed due his uncle having DUI tickets and being short staffed.
Sure, enough it was closed but Xander had a spare key and let them in. It was the only place for miles and Buffy was relived she could only hear him and no one else. He made his way to the till and used a phone next to it to call Giles and inform them of their location. She looked around. There were lottery tickets, cigarettes, newspapers, drinks, Fix-A-Flats, motor oil, and everything else expected could be found inside the small blue and white store. All in all, it was perfect for the highway traveller, and best of all, it had two partially well-kept bathrooms. A backroom for staff including a couch and separate bathroom. She got the layout from reading Xander's mind as he came back over to her.
"Willow is narrowing the search with Wesley, Cordelia and Oz's help," he told her. "She will tell your mom where you are."
"And Giles is out looking for the demon to help with a cure," Buffy finished for him nodding. Xander had opened his mouth to say just that but then closed it. She was still reading his mind. It was getting a little disconcerting.
"Sorry," Buffy said, although she didn't sound very apologetic. "Is it really bothering you?"
"Uh, no," Xander lied. "It's not that bad." At least he hadn't yet thought of Buffy naked. Oh no. Buffy naked. Stop thinking about Buffy being naked! No! Stop it! Don't think about kissing Buffy! You idiot! Stop thinking about having sex with Buffy! You complete and total fool, don't think about Buffy sucking your-
Buffy snorted beginning to lightly laugh. She held a hand over her mouth and tittered into it. Xander felt himself to beet red. Was she really listening in on him? Was she hearing his every thought? Was she focusing on nothing else but his mind? It was kind of scary to think about. Every errant thought he had about her, every flash of desire and every half-baked fantasy would pass through her mind. He had always been pretty sure that if Buffy could read his mind, she would be pretty upset with how often she showed up there naked. It was impossible for him to look at Buffy and not feel that awe and desire that he always felt when he looked at her. She was hearing that. She was hearing everything he thought right now. "I heard you since this morning, Xander," Buffy said, giggling slightly. "Trust me, you can't think of anything you didn't already think about." Oh god. He was so doomed. "No, it's okay. Really, Xander. It's sweet. You're sweet."
Great. He was sweet. A sweet friend who was cute and goofy but only in that way where he was to be laughed at, never taken seriously. "I wouldn't say that" Buffy told him with a look that he would describe as predatory as she swayed towards him. He suddenly recalled her looking like this under the love spell in the library. She smirked as she recalled his memory. She saw herself in his eyes. The hottest, strongest, sexiest creature on earth and it couldn't help but boost her ego and make her think about doing certain things to him right now.
Xander gulped a little as she was toying with her top. His girlfriend was edging towards him with that funny expression on her face. No not funny. Sexy expression on her face. God she was so sexy! Her cute nose! Her breasts! Her ass! Legs! The sounds she makes when they are together! The way she felt when he was inside her! Why she was with him a pathetic loser was beyond him! She kissed him. It happened so fast that he didn't have time to register. Her hands touched the side of his face as Xander's eyes slid closed. Her lips were moist against his, and he could just feel the tip of her tongue pressing ever-so-slightly past her lips. His heart began to pound, and he started to grow hard. When Buffy moaned into his mouth a moment later, he moaned back, and put his hands to her waist. She pressed against him, her breasts pressing against his chest. She moaned again, and Xander felt that he was painfully erect. Nothing had ever been so sexy in his life than her, so beautiful, so perfect, so-
Pulling him in close—impatient for more of him—Buffy read his every thought as she kissed him. He wanted to make love to her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted her to kiss him. He wanted to taste her. He wanted her to suck him. He wanted to tell her he loved her. He wanted her to tell him she loved him.
She pulled her lips back. Xander, breathless, stared at her in just as much surprise as when she'd kissed him in the first place. She stared back into his eyes. Panting, she licked her lips and then swallowed eyeing him hungrily. Xander's mind was full of confusion bless him. Questions and fantasies swirling around inside his head. Buffy quickly understood what the hardness pressing against her stomach was and was happy about it. Xander was hard as a rock, and to be able to excite a man to primal passion made Buffy feel sexy. The throbbing evidence in his strained pants made her feel powerful. It became inconceivable for her to stop this amazing wave of desire she was getting from him.
"Buffy… what are we doing?" he gasped at her. Her answer was to kiss him again. She ignored his question and only desired to hear him moan and whimper. God, he wanted her so bad. His mind raced through every possibility, every romantic, perverted, beautiful, sick, and downright embarrassing fantasy he had ever had, all while he begged himself not to think of such things.
"No keep thinking," she moaned against his lips and skin. "Keep thinking, Xander. Keep thinking about me. Keep thinking about everything!"
As they kissed, she pushed him into the back of the shop and into the backroom with the couch. Pressed against each other, gyrating their pelvises together, they quickly became annoyed by their clothes, and article by article, they pulled them off until they were only in their underwear. She broke the kiss pushing him down on the couch. It gave the horny teenagers a chance to admire the other's flustered body. Buffy moaned and bit her lip. Any imperfections she had previously felt about herself: her small breasts compared to Cordelia Chase, her too thin frame or short height were irradiated when she read Xander's mind. He was going into overdrive at how hot she looked in her underwear.
But that was nothing when she slipped off her underwear groaning pleasurably as his thoughts came in thick and fast about how sexy she looked. Xander was as hard as a rock and so ready for her as she practically jumped into his arms tearing off his boxers. The pair made out frenzy caressing and groping each other. The hot feel of her bare breasts pressing against his equally bare chest kept flashing into his mind, and every time it did, Buffy would gasp his name. The hot wetness coating his cock as he rocked against her trembling pussy had him nearly mindless with the urge to bury his cock in her to the hilt. Buffy moaned as more and more of his thoughts entered her mind and even once let out a little squeak that was just about the cutest, sexiest thing he had ever heard, which caused her to make the noise again, only a little bit louder and a little more calculated.
When it became too much, she pulled away and straddled him hovering about his hard cock which she held upright and slid down him.
I'm in her again
He was in her again.
I'm in Buffy again.
Xander was in her again.
So tight.
So full.
So good.
So great.
Buffy!
"Xander!" Buffy exclaimed in a breathy gasp as she continued to slowly grind herself onto him. Xander was lying on his back, his hands holding her hips as Buffy rode him. He was staring up at her, sometimes at her eyes, more often at her breasts, but always at her. He loved her so much. He thought she was the sexiest thing in the entire world. She was full of the sense of love, the sense of lust, and the sense of total satisfaction. She had never considered that she would be able to read Xander's mind as she had sex with him. The moment her hot, wet pussy had descended over his hard member, Buffy had felt a surge of loving lust that was unlike anything she'd felt in her entire life. She had bucked slightly with the feel of it and had so far been unable to keep from moaning the entire time he was inside her. With Xander staring up at her as she rode him hard, Buffy couldn't help but grin at just how hot she was to him. It was the ultimate ego-rush. She was sexy. There was absolutely zero doubt in her mind about that. Xander Harris thought she was the most sexy, sexual, loving, lustful, and beautiful person in the entire world. He loved her. He loved her so much.
She rode him in ways he never imagined, always wanted and clearly liked. She knew exactly when the move and when he would move. She writhed on top of him, sliding his dick slowly back and forth inside of her as she gasped, moaned, panted, and muttered his name giving him every sexy expression on her face she could. She was too much for him. She was too sexy for him. She was loved and desired in a way that she could have never imagined.
"Xander," Buffy moaned as he ran his hands up to her breasts teasing them. He loved breasts it would seem but loved her. She always thought they were small and plain, but Xander's mind was literally waxing poetry about her boobs as he kneaded them. Buffy bucked against him and threw her head back at the sudden surge of lust. The more he played with her breasts, the greater the lust became. "God! Xander!" she groaned in a low throated way as her eyes rolled into the back of her head at the exquisite beauty of his thoughts.
He needed her. He wanted her. He was having her. He was taking her. He was going to fill her. He was going to fuck her. He was fucking her. He was loving her. He was inside of her. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. So, demanding. So necessary. So, loving. It was all so perfect. It was growing. It was building. It was too much. "Xander!" Buffy chanted in between thrusts. Her whole body shook with each powerful thrust into her. Her mind was shaking. Her heart was filling. "S-something...Something's happening!"
"Buffy," he groaned again. Buffy began to bounce on him faster, and his own thrusts increased.
"It's coming," she said. "It's coming! Xander, it's c-cooommiiinng!"
He thrust up into her one final time. She felt his lust boil over, felt his climax reach the final moment… And then Buffy's world exploded. Pleasure exploded throughout her body as she screeched wordlessly. Her entire body stiffened, only to shudder and shake with every pulsing jet Xander released inside of her. It was beyond orgasm.
He loved her.
He loved her beyond all words.
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Xander groaned and looked down at her. Her green eyes stared up at him, playful and mischievous as she bobbed up and down. Even after experiencing hours of a nonstop sexual fantasy with the girl of his dreams, Xander simply could not believe it was true. He kept expecting to wake up.
Buffy pinched the inside of his bare thigh.
"Ow!" Xander exclaimed. At the same moment, Buffy let out a tiny squeal of pain that was muffled only by the hardness in her mouth. She had apparently forgotten that when they were this close, she felt everything he felt. That didn't just include the brain-melting lustful pleasure of getting a blowjob, but also included nasty little pinching made by mean Slayers who should really apologize.
Buffy snorted around him, then closed her eyes and began to suck with greater enthusiasm. She moaned for him as her mouth slid up and down the length of him. Her tongue massaged him as best she could, and she began to stroke the sides of his legs with her hands as she sucked. Despite having already had sex with Buffy three times in the last few hours, Xander was getting close to his climax. She was going to be the death of him, he knew. Even his teenaged libido was struggling to keep up with her. Who would have ever guessed that Buffy would be so insatiable?
Moaning happily and just a little arrogantly around his shaft, Buffy looked up at him once more and gave him a saucy little wink. He reached his climax, and Buffy pressed her face forward, essentially gagging herself on him. This muffled her tremendous scream of pleasure, and she shook and gyrated as he pumped into her mouth. A few moments later she stretched up to be face to face to him meeting his eye, make sure she had his attention, and then - very obviously, and with a naughty gleam in her eye - swallow.
Such a move couldn't help but cause his spent manhood twitch, which only made Buffy give a little jump and a squeal as well. Chuckling a little she leaned into her boyfriend. "Such naughty thoughts you are thinking about Mr Harris," she teased him playfully.
"What do you expect?" he whined in protest. "When I'm all alone with the best girlfriend in Sunny..." Quirking a brow, Buffy poignantly cleared her throat. "I meant to say," Xander amended, "The best girlfriend in Ameri..." Again, Buffy cleared her thought while tapping her foot impatiently against his. "As I stand corrected yet again, you are the very best girlfriend on Ear..." Yet again, Buffy cleared her throat. She fixed him with a slightly ominous glare, then a smile at the end. "You're the best girlfriend that's ever girlfriend in the history of the galaxy, and that's all the compliments you're getting," Xander told her causing her grin while snuggling against him basking in the feel of their skin against skin. Just to tease him a little more by using a finger to scoop up any remnants of his orgasm and suck it into her mouth.
Xander groaned and Buffy giggled enjoying the way his mind worked as she brushed some hair off his forehead. It had just been her hearing Xander's thoughts and not picking up any one else's. His mind had been her playground and she had found it to a pleasurable experience. His thoughts were slipping into her mind but thanks to having sex they were all streamlined in a way making it far easier to process and almost addictive. Even right now as she was grinding her body up against his causing Xander's eyes to roll back, and for him to groan. She let out a happy moan as she could feel all of him. "God, that feels so good," Buffy cooed into his ear. She kissed under it and then up his jawline before reaching his lips again. "You feel so good. You want me so bad. Oh, I can feel it, Xander. I can feel how much you want me. I love what you think about."
No, that couldn't be right he thought. Not when he thought about things girls hated. Not when he thought about Buffy sucking him off or Willow wearing a short skirt. Not when he thought about Faith riding him in bed or Cordelia giving him a striptease. No girl wanted to hear that.
"I do," Buffy whispered. She looked to his eyes once more. "I love it, Xander." She took another deep breath and then set her lips together in a look of determination. "I know your mind, Xander. And not just your mind. I know your heart. I know how you feel. I know what you want for all of us. For me. I know how much you care. I heard people from all over town when I got hit with that demon blood. All guys thought about- about sex stuff. But you don't just think about that. You think about me. You think about love. You think about...you think about so many beautiful things, Xander."
He didn't think he always did and then he looked in way of apology as such a thought prompted him to flash through every shocking, degrading, humiliating, disgusting, and flat-out horrifying thought he had ever had. "Oh crap, sorry!" he said when Buffy seemed to zone out for a moment blatantly unable to process all the information that he was sending her.
She grimaced and shook her head before looking at him with a more thoughtful expression. Sex had kept his mind occupied, keeping his thoughts away from the things he would rather not be thinking about. Forcing his mind not to think about unpleasant things was something he was well practiced at, and he exercised that skill by almost constantly distracting his own thoughts. Now she was hearing all of it. "You're not what you think you are?" she told him seriously.
"And what do I think I am?" he asked her annoyed at himself for giving away such thoughts.
"A low-level goofball," she told him as she caressed his face. He shifted slightly ever away from her touch. "You are more than that Xander you saved me. You brought me back to life. You did that… not Giles, not Willow, not Angel but you!" She had tears threatening to come from her eyes. "I know I don't say it enough, but I can't do this without you or anyone else. I need you more than I want to admit but I appreciate everything you do for me."
He couldn't help but look at her in admiration and love. She reached up to hold his face once again and brought her own closer to his. Mere inches from his face, she whispered, "I know you love me, and I know you know I know. But just because you know doesn't mean you can understand, Xander. I know you love me." She touched her chest, just above her heart. "I know it, Xander. I don't know it because you told me. I don't know it because you showed me. I don't know it like I figured it out or you proved it to me by giving me flowers or something. I know it like I know my name is Buffy."
He did. His love for her threatened to overwhelm her as they were bleeding out of him right now but still that wasn't the thing he was worried about. For weeks he had worried about their relationship, almost convinced that she was still open the control of Willow's lust spell or simply on the rebound. Was Buffy really Buffy anymore, or was she just a-
Buffy pinched his nipple in between two fingers - hard. Xander gasped and stared up at her in shock. "I'm me," she said firmly. "I'm not a demon, I'm not brainwashed, and I'm not looking for a rebound fuck in you."
"I-" Xander said but winced as his nipple continued to throb. "Jeez, Buff! That hurt!"
"I'm with you because I want to be with you," she told him. "I do not hate Angel the way you do. I do want to eat every sugary snack known to mankind like you. I still don't under the plot of 'Big trouble in little China' and still have no interest in watching all those cheesy B movies that you have seen. I am still Buffy Summers. I am dating you because I want to you. You are brave, smarter than you think, supportive if a little self-righteous and even when we are at odds, I know you have my back. Plus, speedo Xander is hot!" she grinned at him. Her hands reached up and across his chest. Xander's moan was matched by her own. Earlier he had realised that she had been getting off on him getting off.
She pulled back to look at him intently again. "I don't want you to ever be ashamed of your thoughts. Just because you think dark stuff, or evil stuff, or even sick stuff doesn't mean I hate you. I have thoughts like that too, sometimes. Everyone does. Believe me, I know. I heard them. But with you, I've heard everything you have to offer. I know your whole life. I know the things you never wanted to tell anyone, the things that make you ashamed of who you are, the things that you're most proud of, the things you fear, the things you love, and every desire you've ever had. I know it all, and… I love it, Xander."
His mouth moved soundlessly, confusion ran rampant in his eyes and in his mind. One word escaped his lips, "How?"
She kissed his forehead, "Is it so hard to believe? That I could love you?" He nodded, it hurt her some. "I love you Xander, and if I have to spend the rest of my life proving it to you, I will." She kissed him again, this time tenderly, her emotions coming through. She pulled away, and rained kisses on his face, wanting to taste every inch of his face. Between kisses, she almost chanted. "I love you. I love you, I love you IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou..."
"Okay! Okay!" he laughed a little before stroking her hair. He was still unsure but that was more about his insecurities in his head than her words. She didn't think it would mean much trying to explain to him instead she leaned forward and kissed him, Xander whimpered slightly. She all but forced her tongue into his mouth, eagerly exploring his mouth. She tangled her hands in his hair as he couldn't help but run his hands over her naked body. Buffy then proceeded to make the sweetest love to him. The rest became a blur, while she couldn't remember what happened. She would forever remember the feelings and his thoughts. He worshipped her body, and she his. He made her feel beautiful, so beautiful that she wanted to weep. She soaked up his thoughts as she snuggled up to him.
But it had to end sometime as Giles came into her range driving his car. He'd managed to acquire the heart of the second demon. He arrived choosing to ignore their flushed, unkept appearance and presented Buffy with the task of having to actually drink the strange concoction that Wesley prepared from the heart. She had done so with only minor misgivings, mostly about the taste and smell of the potion.
Later Oz was able to warn the students about the lunch lady's attempts to poison them all and had been lucky enough to run into Cordelia on her way to the cafeteria. Together, the two of them had managed to subdue the very large, very psychotic woman, and keep anyone from eating her tainted food. Willow with her 'detective' persona thankfully stumbled upon what the suicide attempt their classmate Jonathon was planning and appealed to him to reconsider. She said she bonded with the boy about how lonely he was due to everyone but her coupling up, mistakes she had made in the past and how difficult it was to grow up. The boy had thankfully listened and handed over his weapon.
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In the weeks that followed the group involving Buffy, Willow, Xander, Oz, Cordelia, Giles and Wesley continued to work together in effort to stop the mayor and his ascension. It was an odd dynamic with a lot of exes as well as two stuffy Brits in the mix, but it made for some interesting and entertaining research sessions if not proactive. It was difficult to pin down what they were meant to be looking for and how the mayor could be stopped but still they needed to do something. Buffy's relationship with Xander had become deeper after their confessions of love and her mind reading episode. The pair were closer than ever with the blond confessing her attraction to women. Xander's mind had threatened to explode at the notion before Buffy calmed him down.
"At least can you stop pacing Xander," she ordered to him. She had just dropped the bombshell he was clearly freaking out.
He turned to face her, and she was displaying her angry face. "This is a lot to take in!" he protested.
"Well then take it in just don't create a hole in my carpet!" she snapped at him. "If you are going to pace, do it at your own room." She told him referring to his new room down the hall and not his old home. After the mind reading episode, she steadfastly refused for him to live with his parents knowing it was not a healthy place to live. She guilt tripped her mother into letting him move in with the older woman only too happy after learning a little of Xander's home life. They were some strict house rules set in place which both Buffy and Xander had to agree on naturally.
"Why are you mad at me about this?" Xander asked her to pick up on her mood.
"What I'm meant to be happy that you were turning me into a slut?" she asked him hugging a pillow.
"W-what? I don't-"
"Please I don't even need to read your mind to work that one out!" she snorted giving him a look. "I do what I do because I want to do it. No black arts involved."
Except she was attracted to girls because of the spell and now she wanted her to dumb him to pursue that and she felt that desire and it fed back into her own mind, causing her to want to do it as- "Xander!" Buffy growled seeing her boyfriend freak out again on her.
"I'm sorry, Buff, it's just that... aren't I enough for you?" he asked hopelessly.
Buffy sighed looking at him sadly and went over to where he was standing. "Of course you are," she told him. "I love you. Every little piece of you but I just have been having these feelings and maybe I want to explore them a little."
"Without me," he said dejected and feeling rejected.
"With you Xander! Of course, always with you!" Buffy exclaimed at him. "I'm just trying to be honest in the same way you were when I could read your mind. I'm tyring to be honest with my thoughts and feelings for you. I'm not some brainwashed slut, okay? I love you. I love you in every way there is to love someone. Just because I'm suggesting we experiment doesn't mean I'm bored of you. It just means one of us might have an idea and the other may think it is a good one."
"But_" Xander opened his mouth to protest.
"Xander," she said, bringing his face to hers with her hands. "Remember a week ago in the graveyard?"
How could he forget? He had never been so terrified in all his life. There they were on patrol battling some smile demon that was all slime and antlers. The demon "slimed" them both but Buffy got the worse of it covering her mouth and nose so she couldn't breathe and knocking her to ground. Xander jumped into the fray with a short sword slashing the demon across the midsection and stabbing it dead. He then wiped all the slime he could of Buffy's face till she could breathe again and helped her up. One thing led to another, and soon they were buck naked, going at it like bunnies right there in a crypt still covered in smile. His mind wandered about how Buffy had loved the experience every bit as much - if not more - as he had.
"God that was wild," Buffy said as Xander reminisced. "You were so good, and it was so hot. We must do that again too."
"I don't know..." Xander said, swallowing nervously. "With the slime?" he asked making a face.
"That is the point, Xander! That wasn't your fantasy or your idea it was mine," she told him with a shy smile on her face.
"W-what?" he asked confused.
"Being fucked in the middle of the graveyard by some handsome man after a fight and covered in demon gore… slayers dream about that believe me," she explained to him causing him to raise his eyebrows. He recalled he had been nervous if there was any other demons or vampires out there and the sex only happened after a lot of coaxing, encouragement, and assurances on her part that they would not be caught for it to happen. Still, he was confused as Buffy had told him something that the little perverted voice in his head jumped for joy at. However, his more serious responsible side and yes! Xander Harris had a responsible side as he had been hanging around a Slayer and stuffy Brit in a library for long enough. Well anyway, that part of his mind that was strict, cut and dry, black and white morality told him to run from the room in terror. But then Buffy looked at him with big eyes and asked him to at least to have an open mind. Which he tried to do since realising he was living on the hellmouth. If someone told him he would have a bunch of army knowledge ratting around in his head, dated Cordy his former nemesis and spend much of his time in the school library he would have laughed himself stupid. So, he began to think about all the things he felt. He was in love with Buffy always wanted to make her happy, was certainly eager to have as much hot sweaty sex with her as he could but normal people didn't go through this. But since when have he had been normal?
And besides, what boy wouldn't give his right arm for a girlfriend who was into chicks too?
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A few days later Buffy and Xander sat on a bench, watching Cordelia and a bunch of other girls attempting to form a pyramid. Xander drank from his can of Pepsi, before passing it over to Buffy. "Remind me again why we stopped going to games?" he asked her as she took the can in her hand.
"Something to do with you not liking any of the jocks, and the fact that we never win anything," Buffy told him.
Xander nodded in agreement. "Knew there was a good reason for it."
"Maybe we should start going again?" She suggested while casually admiring the cheerleaders causing Xander to look at her frowning. "You never know," she shrugged trying to play it cool. "Maybe the team's about to begin a winning streak. We should be there to support that... in case it happens."
Xander smirked a little. Knowing why she might be interested in attending games. "Oh yeah, we *might* even pick up some of that school spirit stuff," he teased her egging her on. "You know, the one Snyder says we're severely lacking in."
For this teasing he wouldn't get to see her in her old cheerleader outfit in the near future. She gave him a little smack in the arm. "It would be a different date than graveyards and the Bronze," she pointed out giving him a little glare before turning back to the cheerleaders. "There does seem to be a lot of school spirit going about. Just look how enthusiastic these students are." She gestured towards the semi-completed pyramid. It was now Cordelia's turn to climb up into her position. Both teenagers couldn't help but leaned forward and lowered their heads to get a better view. Neither of them noticed Willow, their friend walk up to them. The redhead looked at the pair then to the cheerleaders and back to the pair again shaking her head.
Willow sighed a little. Xander and Buffy's new romance caught her off guard and at first, left her feeling like a bit of an outsider. She's never, not even when he dated Cordelia seriously for months, felt second in his life. Maybe she's always feared being second if Buffy and romance entered the equation. She recalled a night when Cordelia openly stated that if Buffy ever became interested in Xander then he would dump Cordelia without a second thought. The brunette had stated this in the girl's bathroom at the Bronze out of the blue when they were out partying. Willow's reply was to simply state that Buffy wasn't interested in Xander and that was the truth at least at the time. Even now after the several long talks but Xander and Buffy had had with her to make sure she was okay with them dating she could feel it. The change. Xander's caring for her did not change, but she was clearly second to Buffy now, and without Oz, the loneliness began creeping in.
Loneliness she was going to have deal with at some point.
Like now.
Joining the pair and asking for their attention Willow was shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other and biting her lip. It was clear to both Xander and Buffy that she was thinking about something. She was babbling about college, all hyper all the offers and not making sense in her talk about the carpe diem forcing Buffy to ask her what was wrong.
"We're leaving," Willow blurted out. Well, that answered Buffy's question.
Watching Buffy's eyes widen in shock and confusion and Xander's mouth fell wide open … oh god, Willow felt terrible. This was so not how she'd intended to break the news. It was just… she needed to tell them and get it over with. "I'm sorry. That's kinda not how I meant to tell you."
"That's not even funny Wills," Xander told her clearly hoping it was a joke.
"I accepted a place in Cambridge… England," she explained to them. "It is close to a Witches coven and therefore I can continue my wicca studies in that as well as my other studies… there." The expressions on Buffy and Xander's faces were of shock and sadness. While they both understood that education and college and that whole challenge and lifestyle had always been her goal… but leaving Sunnydale?
"You mean you're leaving leaving? As in leaving town… leaving us?" Buffy was so hurt, and Willow hated herself even more.
"You can't leave!" Xander said in denial and disbelief standing and pacing. "You can go to college here! I mean England will be fill of more Giles and more Wesley's! They got that Royal family there which tells you how messed up it is there! Plus, bad weather, awful teeth and terrible food!" he said desperately and very quickly. He stopped and stared at her. Guess he noticed that she wasn't exactly responding to his rant.
"Is it because of us?" Buffy asked Willow with tears in her eyes hugging herself. Xander looked in the redhead's direction for confirmation.
"No!" Willow said before sighing. "A little," she admitted and moved as she was by their guilty faces, and as much as she knew she was going to miss the pair, she wasn't swayed. "I have to. I know you guys might not or don't understand, but… I… Things are different now. I need to figure stuff out."
"You can't figure it out here?" Xander asked before grabbing her and hugging her tightly, he pleaded, "Please don't go."
Pulling back and focusing her watery eyes on his, she steeled herself and hoped somehow, he'd get it. "No, I can't stay. And before you say anything, nobody didn't talk me into this so you can't stomp around blaming anyone." She knew him too well. Digging her Resolve Face out, she continued, "This is me making my own decisions. I have to do this. We're still the last of the Musketeers and I love you, but I need to go. I need some space and focus on studying, you know? To go somewhere where I can try and figure out how to…"
"Be the best version of you while working out who you are?" Buffy interjected softly. Pulling Willow into a hug, she said, "I get it, Will. I do." She was going to add something about having been in this same place herself not long ago, but she thought better of it. That wasn't what Willow needed to hear. Because maybe some things were the same, but Buffy was Buffy and Willow was Willow and each of them had their own feelings, their own pain. "I love you," she whispered in her best friend's ear. Now that, she figured, was something Willow needed to hear. Nothing could have been truer.
Maybe the word 'Musketeers' had done it, or maybe Xander had grown up more than she'd known, but he nodded. "Okay. But you better have a very comfortable couch, because I am so visiting you – often."
Willow letting out a sob and soaked in the hugs from her two best friends.
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Faith moved down the corridor. She knew she was risking it coming here. She was behind enemy lines so to speak. Buffy, little Mrs Perfect and her gang had meetings just down the hall. If they caught her… well Faith would put up one hell of a fight.
Buffy and the group would no doubt be on high alert after the whole issue with the Box of Gavrok last night. Buffy had managed to steal it, but Faith had managed to grab Willow and hold her hostage. Grudging B had accepted an exchange and the Mayor and Faith had handed over the annoyingly righteous Willow in exchange for the box that her boss needed. It had been a lucky escape and one that required her to pay an old acquaintance a visit.
"The school is closed!" Synder's voice barked as he looked up from behind his desk in frustration at being interrupted. "Oh, it's you!" the principal swallowed as he saw it was Faith. The colour just seemed to drain from his face as his mind wandered back to the time, they were together. Here in this office no less at a similar time. No wonder he was so convinced there were drugs behind exchanged on school grounds that was the only logical reason he had to explain his actions that night. He couldn't believe a walking screw up like this would have the audacity to show her face around here. He re-evaluated that opinion. It was exactly the sort of reckless thing someone like this would do. He had seen the girl once or twice after but always kept his distance and certainly didn't tell anyone what happened… or that he still thought about it from time to time. Certainly, thinking about it now given the way she was dressed. Once again, she was trashy wearing silky black top that was practically transparent making her breasts stand out like beacons in the sexy bra that showed them to their advantage and too tight leather pants. He knew that what she was wearing didn't meet the school's dress code regulations.
Faith some inner pride as she quite enjoyed the not-so-subtle glances the principal threw in her way as she posed playfully, leaning against the door, and letting his eyes wander over her. He was dressed in what was probably his version of civilian attire – a suit naturally all proud and formal. He swallowed deeply. "What are you doing here?"
"The mayor wanted me to come chat to you about last night," Faith said. Well, that was true the mayor told her he would have to scared the man to get him to back off and Faith had jumped at the opportunity. She had done so for more… carnal reasons. She licked his lips like he was a tasty morsel of a mouse, and she was a hungry cat
"The mayor?!" he squeaked in disbelief. Why on earth would the mayor being involved in such a girl like this? His own dealings with the mayor had always kept him on edge. He had brought Snyder in specifically to help conceal the fact that there was a Hellmouth under the school and prevent the normal citizens from admitting to themselves that weird things were going on. So where did this troublemaker before him fit in?
"My Boss," Faith confirmed as she closed the door behind her walking into the office seemingly making herself at home. "He wants his ascension to go off without a hitch. You very nearly ruined things last night with your little drug bust."
"Ascension? What is that like a campaign to get re-elected?" Synder asked confused. He wasn't aware it was an election year.
"Something like that," Faith told him sashaying slowly over to him, her hips swinging as she took a seat on his desk. He opened his mouth to protest but she held up her finger to keep him silent. "This is a very important year for him, and he doesn't want any weak links breaking the chain understand." She told him all cocky and confident enjoying messing with him. Sweat had appeared on the man's forehead at the mention of the mayor's name. Clearly the man knew enough to understand her boss's power. That or maybe it was her outfit as a visible lump under his pants had appeared. It made her even hotter. She knew having the hots for Synder was sick but after the lust spell she couldn't help but feel attracted to an older man. It irked her to no end; she had gone to a few college bars and hangouts in an effort to get it but found the boys in there lacking. So far, the mayor had resisted all her attempts to bed him finding the idea of being a sugar daddy off putting so Faith had decided to go see an old lover. Plus, she was a bad hat now… might as well do something crazy.
"I am doing everything he asks of me," Synder told her. "I work very hard to maintain order in this school. Discipline. I keeping any school deaths out of the news so not to attract attention, the home-made bomb that was found in the basement month ago was removed and destroyed, the school is looking clean and pristine and most of all I am keeping taps on that blonde troublemaker Buffy Summers," he spat the slayer's name like it was poison causing Faith's eyes to light up. Something they had in common a hatred for Buffy.
Faith leaned in, showing more cleavage from her black shirt, and seductively asked, "What would you want to do to Buffy Summers if given the chance?"
Unable to help himself Synder admitted his fantasy. "That junior miscreant should be expelled from this school and into the gutter where she can freely spawn with her own kind! Unfortunately, those cowards on the school board insist on proof," he grumbled.
"Well for having to put up with her for so long… maybe you should be rewarded," the girl purred at the older man. Swinging her legs over his and sitting on his lap as she knelt towards the principal, she pressed up close to him. Snyder's face contorted and he grunted something, evidentially finding it hard to breathe as he sat back in his chair but was trapped underneath her. One hand twirled a finger through her brunette locks seductively, whilst the other hand moved across his body, down and around his chest, massaging over his thighs and finally slipping over the massive mound, feeling it stir as her palm lightly glid over it.
"What are you doing?!" he coughed as Faith continued to rub between his legs. "We can't!" he spluttered struggling to think. "You are too young! And it's not very orderly!" he would have protested more but Faith's finger moved from her hair to his lips silencing him again.
The brunette teen licked her lips seductively, her tonguing gliding over the wet, red flesh leaning close to him. "Rules are meant to be broken," she told him as smiled sexily getting closer and reaching down to caress his bald head and face. "I'm a terrible delinquent, a bad, bad girl who needs to be tamed," she told him breathing on him softly as her fingers stroked him between his legs harder. "There are not many who could manage me. Only someone who knows what I need and want... a real man." She told him looking him dead in the eye. Her hand skimmed over his mound; he was as hard as iron. "Are you that man, Principal Snyder?" she asked in a coy voice.
Synder was a goner. "You know I am," he snarled lustfully, reaching for and dragging down her face to his. Their lips met and her sweet fragrance filled his nostrils as her mouth opened for his. The high warmth of her oral cuddling was positively electric, making his skin tingle at the touch of her. Their necks and heads danced in a series of vigorous give-and-take. He wanted to press as much skin as possible against her perfectly symmetrical face. With eyes shut to feel more with their lips, the pair made out like they did under the spell, pulling each other like they were trying to meld into one.
They parted breathlessly for each other until Faith slithered fully under the table and onto her knees. There wasn't much space as she shuffled forward between Snyder's legs. "Oh God," he groaned in anticipation as she undid the zip of his pants and fished in under his Y-fronts to pull out the meat. Her hand gripped round it, feeling its throbbing intensity, pulsing with desire as she pulled it out. Her tongue went out and she slid it around the tip of the cock, sliding over the sensitive head. Knowing how wrong it was made it feel both naughty, exciting, and empowering. Her tongue slipped down, slowly traversing the shaft, twisting round and round, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in its wake. She got down to the balls, her mouth opening so her could gentle suckle at them, swallowing the sack into her mouth.
"Oh God, fuck," whimpered Snyder and she could feel his legs shaking and shuddering next to her, stretching, and relaxing all at once. Letting go off his balls Faith resumed the licking of his shaft, slowly taking her tongue upwards, slipping it over every vein and bump so that it was wet with her spit. Except when she got to the top she didn't trail back down, instead she opened her mouth and swallowed him. Her lips formed a tight seal at the base of his cock, pulling up, drawing any and all pre-cum into her waiting mouth. Her head began to bob up and down faster, building speed and urgency. She felt no shame in admitting that she loved doing this gaining pleasure by giving it. His cock rapidly inflated, growing in length and girth. She sucked hard. Her mouth, her lips formed a powerful vacuum meant to rob him of every thought he ever had. Her tongue lanced out, pressing against the underside of his cock, lashing a trail along a vein.
The older man gasped, cried out and whimpered for mercy before finally exploded within her. For a millisecond Faith just felt the cum, blasting against the back of her throat and flooding down and then she could taste it as well; salty, bitter, but so good. She swallowed as quickly as she could, drinking down the thick liquid. Moving up like a snake she laid on top of his heaving chest for a few moments smirking as she noted that the man looked like he had a heart attack. "Oh wow," Synder gasped as she snuggled up next to him.
The heavily aroused girl smiled in accomplishment. "Only the best for my man."
The ride back to her apartment took nearly twenty minutes and half of that was due to red lights, but eventually, Faith and Synder were stumbling through her front door, kissing all the while. She pushed him through the apartment leading him to the closest comfortable surface desperate for him. The pair fell on her couch making the brunette beauty squeal in delight before they were once again exploring every inch of their mouths and their bodies. The two of them became a single intimate space in which their tongues caressed each other, drunk with the ecstasy of crossing and recrossing the hazy boarder between the inside of his body and of hers.
They tore at each other's clothes, needy and hungry to get rid of the offending layers of clothing. He grunted and fell back on his ass as he tugged hard on her leather trousers. They were wonderful to look at but hell to get off. But then he jumped back atop her, flesh to naked flesh. His hard cock lay along the length of her thigh. "Bad boy!" she teased caressing it with her hand, making him gaps in return.
"Please," he breathed, the only fragment of a thought he could find a word for.
"The answer is yes," she murmured against his ear spreading her legs for him. "Oh God yes!" At that moment, with such an invitation, all the alarm bells in the world could not have stopped him. He pushed his rock-hard cock into Faith's soft, wet cunt, burying it to the hilt in one long, easy stroke. Faith gasped but was not complaining wrapping her legs around his sides and beginning to moan with pleasure as he moved deep within her, rhythmically varying the length and speed of his strokes to match the ever more rapid rhythm of their two beating hearts.
They stayed together the entire weekend, fornicating like rabbits around his school paperwork he had brought with him or any jobs that the mayor required her to do. Synder didn't even go to his home instead he stayed at Faith's apartment. Faith's small apartment courtesy of the mayor had everything she needed from tv, fridge to a bed with now a man in it. The insatiable and unlikely pair fucked, knocked boots, did the nasty, and parted her pink sea balls deep all over her apartment, her bathroom, his car, in the living room, and on the kitchen table. At one point the mayor stopped by concerned that Faith missed a meeting. Imagine his surprise when Faith opened the door dressed in a leather dominatrix outfit handling a whip with behind her what looked like the school principal chained to her bed naked. The principal gasped and said something at seeing the mayor at the doorway, but it was muffled due to his mouth being taped shut.
"He likes it sometimes when I give him the orders," Faith deadpanned to her boss before shrugging at the man. "You did say scare him and believe me… he is more than a little scared now," the teenager declared her face turning into a sultry smile. Being a family man and slightly out of touch with today's youth mayor Wilkins simply shook his head and turned around leaving the pair. Synder made more muffled sounds, but Faith simply closed the door. Turning back to the naked man on the bed she gave him her best sexy walk before cracking the whip on the man's side causing him to cry out. "Still not hearing a safe word baby," she said going back to work on the man causing him an endless amount of pleasure and pain.
By Monday morning, the school principal was walking funny down the school halls.