Summer Lovin’
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Giving up on the current loop, Xander decided to have fun with the rest of its duration before inevitably being stripped of everything he had gained—all the muscle, money, and respect—and forced back to the starting line. The haggard teenager was going to enjoy his vacation, and with any luck, Xander would return to Sunnydale—two and a half months later—refreshed, like a new man.
After packing Dreadnought, Hellguard, and the melted steel that was once Acathla’s sword, Xander put the Hellmouth and the town built over it in his rear-view mirror. He didn’t worry about his friends’ opinions of him, them figuring out the truth, or any of them dying. Xander simply boarded a plane with Kendra to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, then boarded the connecting flight to Jamaica. They weren’t seated together on the first leg of the flight, but on the second leg, they were, and she, understandably, wanted to know why his friends—Buffy in particular—were so upset with him.
Xander wouldn’t reveal the details about the time braid to her—as he couldn’t ignore even a small chance it would only make things worse—but he simply explained waking up one morning with more knowledge and skill than any of his friends would easily accept. And rather than explain it all to them, he simply created an alter ego that would embody all of that knowledge. When Kendra asked why Buffy, in particular, was so angry, he confessed to having sex with the blonde Slayer as Nox without revealing that she was fucking Xander.
Though, he pointed out, “Just to be clear, I wasn’t the one who initiated it. The sex just happened.”
Eying him skeptically, Kendra challenged his assertion by asking, “Do you mean to say you had no desire to sleep with her?”
“I’m not going to sit here and deny enjoying it,” he offhandedly admitted. “I think we both know that’d be a lie. But of all the ways I’d want to be with Buffy, that wouldn’t even crack the top ten.”
“Then why?” the stunning mocha girl asked.
At the nightmarish memories of Buffy’s terrible taste in men, Xander huffed in disgust before stating, “Because I knew for a fact that if it wasn’t me, it would’ve been someone much worse—like a vampire that sucks the joy out of you instead of blood, you know? Someone who wouldn’t care about Buffy or what she was going through, as long as he got what he wanted.” With a sigh, he glumly finished, “But how do you argue a point that hasn’t happened?”
Though Kendra was pensive, she didn’t seem to hate him. He took the opportunity to admire her exotic beauty. The Jamaican sat cross-legged, and her skin-tight pants highlighted her long, toned legs. She wore a long-sleeve black crop top that hugged her appetizing breasts, but despite her stunning figure, Xander marveled at her heart-shaped face at the end of her long neck. He couldn’t stop staring at her milk-chocolate complexion, her full red lips, and her dainty nose. Under her languid eyelashes, Kendra’s regal eyes were black most of the time, but became shockingly hazel when the sunlight hit the irises. Her ebony hair was braided up to the back, where voluminous tresses tumbled freely down to her shoulders. Kendra was all-around gorgeous, but at the sight of her silver neck choker, Xander recalled how she had died for nearly two minutes.
The puncture holes on each of her arms and her neck underneath the choker had already healed. However, Xander couldn’t forget how close the Jamaican Slayer had come to never waking up. Vampires had nearly drained her body of blood, and if it weren’t for the magic of his ring, she wouldn’t have recovered, which wasn’t enough for him.
As he looked at her form-fitting clothes, Xander couldn’t accept such a close call again. For the past few months, he had been working on a rune scheme that would instantly dress him as Nox because he always loved the idea of transforming before a fight, like Sailor Moon. The teen boy held in his chuckle as he first imagined himself transforming into a Sailor Scout uniform, and then imagining the same with Kendra. Such a transformative ability made his geek-heart giddy, but after the library, it became clear that wasn’t nearly as necessary as defensive wear. Due to the close call Kendra suffered, Xander knew he needed armor more than summoning lame clothes.
‘As thin as silk but tougher than kevlar,’ he thought.
Unexpectedly, characters from the runic language he was almost certain he learned from Old Willow swirled from the shadows of his knowledge into a sequence that would do exactly what he wanted. One simple line—ܢܪܗܐܕܛܥ, which roughly translated to airtida' aldurue, or Armor Wear—made him gasp because he knew it would work. He’d spent so much time trying to force clothes to teleport to him, it was surprising how easy it was to create protective clothing.
‘Why the hell didn’t I think of this sooner?’ he chastised himself.
So upset at his immaturity, a frustrated Xander immediately regretted not packing his sanctified golden thread he made out of the Du Lac Cross. He could have tested the Armor Wear rune array while he was on vacation. If he couldn’t find similar sanctified threading in Jamaica—or Watcher Zabuto didn’t help him—Xander would have no other choice but to wait until he returned to make durable clothes.
His thoughts were interrupted when the curious girl beside him suddenly asked, “Did you know me… before we met?”
Xander turned his head and looked into her hazel eyes. He could see what she really wanted to know: did he lie to sleep with her? Well and truly done with the lies, he flatly answered, “Yes.”
In the blink of an eye, she was concerned before tentatively asking, “And you manipulated me into sleeping with you?”
Without breaking eye contact, or fear of retaliation, Xander unabashedly confirmed, “Yes.”
That hurt her. The Jamaican Slayer closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, clenching her fists until he heard her knuckles pop. Even the metal armrest her elbow rested on creaked as it warped under her supernatural strength. Her jaw clenched, and it was evident she was attempting to calm her fury down and keep from punching him in the mouth, which he understood.
Though naïve and incredibly anxious around men, Kendra had the best intentions when she met him all the months ago: to keep him safe. However, through his manipulation, Xander was Kendra’s first sexual partner. She had trusted him with her body, and regardless of how much she enjoyed herself, she likely had a positive opinion of him. To then learn the man she had allowed inside her had deceived her the entire time… Xander imagined Kendra was furious at him, and likely, herself.
Even still, he wasn’t worried. If the time looper died by her righteous hand—or his friends back in Sunnydale died because he wasn’t around—he would just loop back and start all over. He would meet a fresh set of friends who would have no memory of what he had done or feel wronged in anyway. Xander watched Kendra slowly calm down and elevate above the anger, but despite admiring her self-control, he knew very little mattered when there was no hope.
After several tense moments, an irate Kendra growled, “Why?”
Casually, he replied, “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d want to die a virgin.”
Sobering significantly from her urge for violence, her eyebrows drew in, before a more curious Kendra asked, “Excuse me? Explain.”
A lethargic Xander calmly reached around and touched the choker over the bite mark as he explained, “I’m sure you remember when we were swarmed by vampires. I’ve known about that night well before we even met; the night that you die—typically by a single vampire; Drusilla, actually. This time was a little different—since there were so many of those bastards—but again, you’d have died… if not for me, I mean.”
Kendra was silent for the rest of the trip, her perplexed expression telling him she was deep in thought. After a few minutes of silence, Xander eased more comfortably into his seat before closing his eyes and catching up on some sleep. He didn’t wake until their descent and was glad he did. As he looked through the oval window, he enjoyed the view of the sun rising over the ocean water, and coating the lush, tropical landscape in amber light.
They were finally in Jamaica, Kendra’s home. The pair hadn’t entered the country through Montego Bay—the biggest hub for tourists. They didn’t travel to the west coast, where he truly wanted to go: Negril and Seven Mile Beach, where all the craziest parties happen. Xander and Kendra came out of Port Esquivel Airstrip on the southern coast of the island, due to how much closer it was to Zabuto’s compound in Hellshire.
‘From the Hellmouth to the Hellshire,’ Xander thought with some annoyance.
The second Xander stepped off the small plane, he was instantly hit by a wall of humidity. However, regardless of the thick atmosphere, Jamaica was gorgeous. Kendra and Xander traveled by boat. Riding the choppy wave, he marveled at the tropical beach line they followed, passing the lively clubs, restaurants, music, and beaches. Everything he laid his eyes on seemed so much fun, and he was ready to swan-dive into the excitement.
Soon they reached her home’s port. She tied her boat to the dock and Xander noted the five over boats, three of which were powerful-looking speed boats. He had to assume it was how she got around the island. Kendra led Xander up the stairs of the cliff to Zabuto’s compound. The property looked like an army base the size of a football field. As they walked through the fortified terrain, Xander noted four outposts, a well and a water tower, several training grounds with practice dummies, an armory, a tiny barracks, and the largest building on the base, which was a three-story complex. Walking into the center building of the compound, Xander noted that this was where they had stored their many books.
Xander met Zabuto in the study on the first floor of the library. Three of the walls of the room were filled with old books, as was the large desk in the middle, and it smelled of stale herbs, musk, and charcoal. The man seated behind the desk was big with soot-black skin, a clean, round face, and—oddly enough—light-blue eyes. He was dressed in all black with a colorful tam to hold in his dreadlocks. If the large man had said nothing, the Watcher would’ve given off a caring and inviting impression. However, Xander quickly learned that the man was a tyrant.
The first thing Zabuto said to them—to Kendra—was, “It is difficult for me to accept your return with your head held high, as if you did not die or require assistance to complete your mission.”
Kendra immediately lowered her head and clasped her hands together. Her exquisite face was now a dejected mixture of anxiety and shame, quickly annoying Xander.
“While it is true the crisis was averted,” Zabuto continued, “you’ve certainly failed me, and your sacred duty.”
“Now wait-” Xander tried to rebuke, only to stop when Kendra grabbed his forearm.
Zabuto glared at Xander with his disarmingly blue eyes, but the teenager stood defiantly straighter, tensing his shoulders as he flared the luminance of his eyes. It was a clear warning to the elder Watcher to tread carefully. The stern man blinked in surprise, but kept any comment about Xander’s glowing eyes to himself.
Instead, Zabuto said to his ward in his deep voice, “Be ready to train harder than ever before, Kendra. You must overcome your many weaknesses. The world depends on it.”
“Yes, sir,” Kendra quickly assented.
“No one will mourn your death at your current level of skill,” Zabuto added with a hint of malice, further annoying Xander.
However, Kendra continued gripping his forearm—to keep him from saying anything—as she returned, “Yes, sir.”
Zabuto grunted in approval before ordering, “Begin your meditation. I will be out momentarily. Dismissed.”
Like a robot, Kendra immediately nodded before quickly leaving the study.
The second they were alone, Xander remarked, “Fuck, you’re an asshole.”
Zabuto stood up, and Xander was surprised by how tall he was. Looking up at the Watcher, he estimated his height was no shorter than 6’9”. The tall man walked around the large desk full of books and loomed over Xander, inspecting him. If the older man meant to intimidate the teen, he wasn’t impressed by Xander’s bored expression or subsequent yawn.
“Guuaaahhh… sorry,” Xander apologized after yawning. “I’m still a little jet-lagged.”
Zabuto shook his head before stating, “I’ve spoken with Watcher Giles. He attempted to explain your role in the war against the forces of evil, but I do not care. You have no place here, nor do I want your American influence anywhere near my Slayer. I’m afraid I must ask you to leave my home and never return.”
“Just… the biggest fucking asshole,” Xander mumbled, shaking his head in disappointment. Though the Watcher bristled at the flagrant disrespect, the teen calmly proclaimed, “I saved Kendra’s life. Where’s your gratitude? I can’t imagine someone as knowledgeable as you would invite bad karma into your home by turning away the man who saved your Slayer from certain death.”
Zabuto was quiet for several moments, but Xander wasn’t worried. Watchers, by nature, could not ignore supernatural forces; superstition among them. With a huff, Zabuto angrily asked, “What do you want? Money? Treasure? Name it and let us be done with this.”
Xander smiled before dropping to one knee and unlocking his hard-cover case. Flipping the lid open, Zabuto softened at the impressive sight of the expertly crafted Dreadnought and Hellguard within, perfectly sectioned with black foam. The teen grabbed the softball-sized lump of steel and tossed it to Zabuto. The man caught it with both hands before inspecting it.
“That ball of steel used to be the blessed sword of the virtuous knight that put Acathla into a dormant state,” Xander informed him, who looked surprised to hear it. “What do I want…? I just want to enjoy my vacation with Kendra. But since you seem like the type who needs a lamp shoved up his ass to lighten the fuck up, I’ll make a deal with you.”
“You test the limits of my patience, boy,” Zabuto growled, clearly furious, but willing to listen. “Speak!”
Xander only smiled at how irritated the older man was. It seemed to him the Watcher didn’t interact with people often enough. ‘Oh well,’ Xander thought, as he extended his hands and summoned his weapons. At the sight of Dreadnought and Hellguard speeding into his outstretched hands, Zabuto instantly forgot the blatant disrespect. His stunned, widened eyes looked at each weapon, moving closer to inspect them.
However, Xander dropped his arms to his sides before stating, “I promise to make Kendra a magical weapon like mine, IF you let us have recreational time while I’m here.” Zabuto eyed the teen as he added, “She can still train—I’ll even train with her—and if she patrols, we can do that together too. But I want us to have some fun while I’m here.”
Zabuto seemed extremely tempted, and after several moments, he nodded before stipulating, “An hour a week should be more than-”
“For a magical sword that vampires won’t even be able to lift, how about six hours a day?” Xander interrupted. He argued, “I’m only here for a month. That’s not a bad trade-”
“Kendra’s duty demands she train seven hours a day, studies for five, then safeguards the island for seven,” Zabuto interrupted. “Excluding meals and travel, she only sleeps five hours. She has no time for recreation.”
“Jesus Christ!” Xander gasped. “You train her that much and she still nearly died? You have to be, like, the worst trainer ever.”
“Who are you to denigrate me or how I train my Slayer?! A mere boy!”
Xander tossed his weapons toward Zabuto and called them back before they struck the flinching man. Once they clapped back in his hands, he repeated, “A mere boy, am I? You sure about that?” As the Watcher stood straighter, Xander informed him, “You know, Kendra’s the most dutiful Slayer I’ve ever seen, but it’s common knowledge that any failings of the student are a reflection of the teacher. So, if she’s a failure, what do you think that makes you?”
Zabuto looked from Dreadnought to the warped ball of steel in his hand as Xander added, “For better or worse, you’re responsible for her life. Do her a favor and agree to my deal. She’ll be a better Slayer because of it.”
The silence extended for dozens of seconds. Zabuto was deep in thought, weighing his options and considering the choice ahead of him from all angles. Xander put his weapons back in the case. Once he had locked it, Zabuto sighed and deflated, almost in defeat.
“Two hours,” he said.
“Five,” Xander countered.
“Three.”
“Four.”
“…Deal,” Zabuto glumly agreed. “But I expect a detailed account of everything you intend to do during this recreation time.”
“No, absolutely not,” Xander quickly replied, making the man bristle. “But I’ll write down everything I need to forge her sword while you tell me about monsters and patrols, and how a single Slayer covers, like, four thousand square miles.”
Begrudgingly, Zabuto explained how most of the evil activity on the island happened in four locations: Montego Bay, more commonly known as MoBay; Kingston, the capital of Jamaica; Negril; and Spanish Town. Thankfully, Zabuto’s compound on Hellshire wasn’t a hotbed of evil activity, but a perfectly situated location to reach all the problematic areas via boat or dirt bike. Sadly, as a result of Zabuto’s strict tutelage, Kendra had no friends or opportunity to socialize with the people of her island.
After handing the Watcher his list of necessities, Xander settled into the tiny barracks before meeting with Kendra. She was in the garden, sitting cross-legged on a large, smooth boulder and meditating. She looked gorgeous meditating in the morning sun. Soon Zabuto joined them, and Xander happily informed Kendra of the recent amendment to her schedule.
“Kendra,” Xander called. “Mr. Zabuto feels that since you tried your best, you deserve a break.” Kendra’s eyes widened in disbelief, as thought the man never gave breaks. “Also, he cares so much about your well-being, he insisted that you and I enjoy a bit of R&R—that’s rest and relaxation—while I’m here.” Kendra’s eyes squinted, and Zabuto looked furious in his silence. Xander could tell she wasn’t buying it and he was angry, which made him smile as he added, “Since he insisted we have a good time while I’m here, I said it would only be right if I made you a magical weapon. So, think about what you want and how you want to spend four hours out of the day.”
Kendra’s stunned face brought a smile to Xander’s face, and the newness of it all made leaving Sunnydale for the summer worth it.
With Zabuto observing, Xander trained with Kendra. As he didn’t have to hide his ability anymore, he fought her without holding back. Neither Watcher nor Slayer was expecting Xander to best her so consistently, frustrating her. Xander danced around her, moving his feet so he was always in the best position to counter her attacks. When she kicked, he swept her off her feet. When she punched, he slipped it and effortlessly countered. Even her combination attacks didn’t fare better against Xander’s skill level, as he parried each attack before putting her into a submission hold. With his decades of experience, Xander could read Kendra like a book. Her perfect form and textbook strategy were simply too predictable. Thus, despite her overwhelming strength and speed, he won more bouts than she did.
They spent the rest of the day gathering all the materials he would need to make her a magical weapon. Xander would have to forge for eight hours of his day to complete her sword before he left, but to spend four hours of leisure time with Kendra was worth it. As they went shopping through the classical architecture of Spanish Town—enjoying the cool sea breeze and murmur of Jamaican music playing—Kendra spoke more about the evils on the island from her point of view. As they used the day to set up his forge, Xander was surprised to learn that Jamaica had more of a demon problem than a vampire problem.
“The island has too much sun and hurricanes,” Kendra explained. “Demons can be in sunlight and work as muscle for the gambling, prostitution, and drug trade on the island.”
That very night, Xander helped Kendra disrupt a human trafficking ring, despite there being no demons or vampires to slay. Zabuto’s network informed him where the deal was taking place, and Xander and Kendra infiltrated an old abandoned building in Bull Bay, south of Kingston. They’d anchored the boat and snuck into the mildly guarded building, where, one by one, the two hunters quietly knocked out all twelve sentries before they knew what hit them. The final boss was easily led to a metal platform with a Viking dagger on it. The moment the trafficker touched it, Xander electrocuted the man.
The police soon arrived and the teens started walking along the beach, back toward their boat. The moonlight was bright above them as Xander explained effective tactics to infiltrate a building and how radios would help them communicate. Though the attentive girl agreed, she seemed reserved around him. She was even walking slowly. He wondered what she was thinking about, and as the waves soothingly crashed against the sand, Xander looked up at the bright moon as he spoke his piece.
“You know, it’s my personal belief you’re way too gorgeous to die without experiencing intimacy at least once.” They looked at each other as he added, “But if you think that’s wrong or you only want to have that experience with someone you really care about, then I promise you, here and now: I’ll never do that again.”
She grew confused by his words and remarked, “You speak as if time can be so easily reversed.”
With an uninspired smile, he confirmed, “With the curse I’m living, it can.”
Kendra stopped to ask, “How?”
He turned to her and said, “I’m not explaining that. Honestly, it’ll only bum me out.” She moved like she was ready to argue, but he put his hand up. “It’s a curse. That’s all you need to know.”
“Watcher Zabuto has one of the largest libraries-”
Shaking his head, he asserted, “There’s nothing anyone can do. No one but me. So, trust me: what I’m going through doesn’t matter.” Kendra seemed hesitant to agree, but Xander continued. “All I need from you is your decision. So just say the word, and I’ll never sleep with you again—Ah, but I’ll keep saving your life, obviously! Don’t ever doubt that.”
They walk a few moments in silence before Kendra admits, “Love and intimacy are luxuries I do not indulge in. I cannot jeopardize my sacred duty to the world to satisfy any emotional desires I may have. It would be too selfish.”
“No, Kendra, it wouldn’t,” Xander asserted, easily hearing Zabuto’s tutelage through her words. “Nothing about wanting to enjoy your life is selfish. You deserve to have good things—to experience good things; you and Buffy. You’re heroes.” Turning her to look in the direction of the abandoned building, he stated, “Look at all the lives we saved tonight—twenty-three boys and girls are safe now because of you. It’s unfair for you to miss out on all the awesomeness life has to offer just because you’re always busy protecting us.”
Kendra sighed before turning away from the far-off building. She looked at Xander as she expressed, “That is kind of you to say, but Zabuto was right. I am weak-” Before Xander could refute her assertion, she placed her finger against his lips before continuing. “And you, also, were correct in your assessment of my vulnerabilities. If you are able to get close to me, others with more nefarious intentions can do so as well. I would do better knowing my weaknesses so that I may overcome them. That is why love is a luxury I cannot afford.”
The ebony beauty walked around him, and they continued down the beach by the tree line. At the sight of their boat, beached on the sand, Xander walked ahead of her. He faced the beautiful girl, admiring her skin-tight outfit—black slacks, and matching spaghetti strap tank top—with her hair braided to the back, where the shiny tresses fell to her shoulders. Xander took her hand and looked deep into her dark eyes.
“…Do you want to practice with me?” he asked.
“How do you mean?”
“Overcoming your weakness,” he simply answered. “If you’re more familiar with men—more experienced with them—then you can be more suspicious of their intentions. It’ll be way harder for anyone to take advantage of you.”
She eyed him curiously before asking, “How do you practice a skill like this?”
Xander led her to the nearest palm tree when the night breeze picked up. All the tree leaves joined the symphony of tidal waves crashing. Alone under the moonlight, it was incredibly romantic, and when he massaged her hands and wrists, she became suspicious of his intentions.
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Kendra protested as Xander said, “We start with the hardest part.”
Though she was concerned, she didn’t pull away, which told him all he needed to know. Xander smiled when Kendra asked, “Is this truly practice, or are you only interested in satisfying your own pleasures?”
“You’re suspicious of my intentions. That’s good,” he genuinely told her. “You’re already doing amazingly well.” Taking her sensual hips, Xander swayed to the rhythm of the ocean waves crashing around them as he said, “I’m glad someone as strong as you can see through men like me. It tells me you’ve trained your mind as much as your body, which is not an easy thing to do.” A small trace of a smile broke her stern face for a moment, prompting Xander to add, “God, Kendra, you really are the most beautiful girl. Especially the way you fight. It’s way better than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
“I… yes,” the bashful Kendra hesitated to say, swaying along with Xander. They were so close to each other, making her nervous as she stated, “I train every day to be the best.”
He slowly leaned in to peck her cheek, then pulled back only enough to stare into each other’s eyes as he softly voiced, “I always think about that night we shared.” Moving their hips together to the sounds of the ocean, he added, “Do you ever think about that night?”
She opened her lips to speak, and Xander pressed his own against her soft, full lips. After a moment of realization, Kendra returned the kiss in earnest. The pair were making out on the beach under the moonlight, and soon his hands began massaging her firm figure. Kendra could feel his hard-on against her stomach, and when her hands pulled in, Xander abruptly pulled away, thoroughly confusing her.
He told the befuddled girl, “Consider that your first lesson: Beware of flattery. People like being praised—about their beauty, their strength, or competency—but you have to be careful they’re not just lying to you to get what they want. Complimenting someone is a good way of manipulating them without them even realizing it.”
Realizing her failure, Kendra looked away in shame and felt compelled to step back. However, Xander held her in place. He leaned over some to make meaningful eye contact, massaging her waist to get her attention. When she looked at him, he smiled comfortingly before stating, “I ended the lesson there because I don’t want to trick you into anything else that may or may not happen. I know you have a sacred duty, but I want to thank you for being a hero in one of the best ways I know how. So, I’m asking you to be a little selfish, because I really, really want us to keep going.”
At his smile, she couldn’t help returning a small grin of her own. She took a moment to consider her position—on the scenic beach, under a beautiful moonlight, in the arms of a man she knew could satisfy her as a woman. She took in and exhaled a deep breath before nervously saying, “We… We’ll end the lessons here, then… if you… if we c-ca-”
Xander kissed the timid girl, who quickly gave in to her desire and returned the kiss. With the excitement of their one night together still fresh in their memories, it wasn’t long before Kendra’s back was against a palm tree and Xander was on one knee, face buried in her pussy. Her left leg rested on his shoulder as his tongue explored deeply into her shaved mons, and his hands massaged her ass. Kendra moaned freely as his slippery tongue vibrated against the bliss-inducing folds of her quivering sex. His left hand left her firm, meaty ass to play with her extended clitoris, making her moan louder.
“MMMMOOOHHHNNNNnnnnnn! MORE-MOOORREE, XANDER!”
His vibrating tongue slowly slid in and out of her drenched cunt, driving the Caribbean girl wild with ecstasy. Her dripping vagina slowly constricted as her hands gripped the tree hard enough to crack the bark. Kendra’s moaning breathing increased the closer she came to an explosion. Her thighs flexed, pussy trembling as it contracted around his lapping tongue, and when her spine arched, Xander pulled away.
Kendra looked at him with heavy betrayal in her eyes. She was right on the edge and ready to fight him for stopping what would’ve been a long-awaited climax. Instead, Xander stood and kissed the girl, despite her essence all over his mouth. Kendra didn’t care and kissed him back as her left leg wrapped around his waist. With his pants already at his ankles, Xander gripped his meat pole and parted her sweet sex—feeling the heat warm his entire lower body—before driving deep into her warm center with a hard thrust. Half of his length stuffed her tiny canal, making the girl throw her head back as her legs trembled sporadically.
“MMMMMNNNNN!! OOOHHHHHHH!” she moaned to the moon high above. “MORE… AAHN… IN! I WANT IT DEEP! TO THE END! FILL ME, XANDER! FILL ME!”
As Xander gripped her hips, Kendra grabbed hold of the tree from over her head at the same time. Xander groaned in bliss as he pulled out before fully stuffing the exotic beauty to the hilt, making her scream. She was already close, but even still, he made his dick vibrate as he pulled out before stuffing her once again. Kendra moaned weakly with every pump of his thick cock, making streams of her honey drip down her toned legs. The clapping of their pelvises mixed with the ocean waves, and their lust only grew as his thick meat slid in and out of her love tunnel at an animalistic pace.
Kendra couldn’t take it any longer, her right hand reaching out to him erratically as her cock hole started squeezing him. Her pelvis began bucking fitfully. Her legs trembled, but Xander kept her in place as the boy relished pumping in and out of her clenching fuck hole until she hit her breaking point. Kendra’s back arched, her cunt clamped around his vibrating cock, as she was hit with a long, heart-stopping orgasm, quivering from head to toe. Her eyes closed as waves of bliss ignited tingling pleasure throughout her entire body.
Xander couldn’t take her climax for more than twenty seconds before he let go. His cock swelled inside of her as he shot his load deep inside her, triggering another full-body eruption of ecstasy. As Xander relished gushing load after load of his cream into her hot depths, the catatonic boy had to lean forward, pressing the sexy girl against the palm tree so they could both stay upright. It took them several minutes to settle down enough to pant more easily.
“Be honest with me,” Xander huffed, leaning back to look the gorgeous girl in her eyes. “You’ve wanted to do this from the moment you knew I was coming to Jamaica with you, didn’t you?” Under his truth-seeking gaze, her attention wavered, and it was easier to see the blush in her caramel skin. Kendra remained silent, making Xander smile as he assured her, “Don’t worry, Kendra. Until I leave, I’ll fuck you as many times as you want.”
Kendra looked like she wanted to agree, but she could only nod bashfully, making him kiss her once again. They went another round, his thick cock pounding her from behind as her strong hands gripped the unfortunate tree for dear life until they climaxed together. The dutiful Slayer insisted they return to the compound afterward, where upon he learned she refused to do anything sexual in close proximity of her grumpy Watcher.
The only time of the day Xander and Kendra didn’t spend together was in the mornings—when she would study her books, and Xander would be at the blazing furnace, forging Kendra’s magical weapon—a CuMai Damascus Crusader short sword. He named it, Ordermír.
Xander used a billet of 1095 and 15N20 steel, and layered it with rune-inscribed copper. In his mind, the master-smith envisioned the entire process: Welding the stack of different carbon steel into a nice steel bar, re-squaring it on the diagonal, re-squaring again, and twisting it to get the proper star pattern to enhance the oddly-learned runes in his head. In his mind’s eye, the process continued with layering and welding the finished, twisted bars with the copper and strong 1084 steel. After a long forging process—stretching and flattening the red-hot billet to properly space the pattern—he’d grind the sword into shape, heat-treat it, temper it in oil, sand it to a razor-sharp edge, and finally work on the guard, pommel, and handle.
His skill was so prodigious, Xander knew the exact day he would finish. He thanked the almighty power above that Zabuto managed to locate a hydraulic press, or else hand-hammering would have taken him longer than a month. Along with the runes he planned on etching into the core of the blade—heightened by the perfectly crafted star pattern—Xander expected the sword to be the sharpest he had ever made, able to slice through anything with ease.
Aside from her studying and his forging in the mornings, Xander and Kendra were inseparable for the rest of the day. They sparred together for an hour before noon, and then Zabuto begrudgingly let her go with him to any part of Jamaica he wanted. Xander wanted Kendra to practice her social skills during the afternoon, and when night fell, the pair fought vampires, demons, and a bit of crime. Kendra saw more of the beauty of her island through Xander’s fresh perspective, and she would’ve enjoyed it more if her social studies had gone better.
Between the hours of four and eight, the pair would travel to the beaches mostly populated by the younger crowd, and Xander would help Kendra attempt to navigate the intentions of anyone who approached her. It took some convincing, but she eventually agreed to wear a sexy, neon yellow bikini as she braved walking the populated beach alone. With her insanely unfair beauty and matching body, it never took longer than a minute for some tall, muscular man to approach her.
In the beginning of her socializing training, Xander would stay beside the anxious Kendra—like training wheels in human form—as they walked the beach, and even then, she was approached. However, Xander didn’t interrupt. He stood silently and allowed the charming men to woo her in an effort to help her out of her shell, which was difficult. Kendra had the hardest time looking them in the eye—much less talking in complete sentences. When the men became too forceful in their flirting, however, Xander intervened. Fortunately, he only had to knock a few men out.
It took two weeks for her to maintain eye contact and engage in small conversations with complete strangers. To help Kendra understand how simple men can be, Xander had her pretend she needed to use the restroom. After she excused herself, the Slayer would hide nearby, and eavesdrop on the men asking Xander about her. With her senses, she’d easily overhear how sexy they thought she was, how much they wanted to be with her, and many asked if she was a prostitute. Four of the men even threatened Xander with bodily harm if he didn’t leave before she got back. It didn’t end well for them.
After days of these sessions, the gorgeous Jamaican finally understood that nearly all the men approaching her just wanted sex or her physical company, and would pay handsomely to have either. Kendra couldn’t believe the amount many of the men would pay to be with her in one way or another. However, Xander reiterated that sex shouldn’t be a transaction.
“Never let anyone convince you that you need to have sex with them to eat something or stay in a nice home,” he said on their way back to the speedboat. “You have my permission to beat them to a pulp if they do.” Holding her hand as they walked back to the compound—and prepare for patrols—he expressed, “The special guy you let into such a vulnerable place needs to be someone you care about deeply. You fight, Kendra. That’s what you do for all of us. You’re not someone who can be purchased for their amusement. Don’t let anyone take advantage of you.”
Toward the end of her socializing training, Xander had Kendra play a role like an actor, approaching men with an undercover mentality to lower their defenses. To his surprise, the caramel beauty had an easier time communicating with men when she pretended to be on an information-gathering mission. As she spoke—with Xander listening from nearby—she would attempt to interpret what they wanted. After she excused herself—or beat the intoxicated men who wouldn’t take no for an answer—Xander would help open her mind to other possibilities.
“Some are fathers with a daughter complex,” he casually explained as they dragged a dead demon back to the boat. “Some are good guys, some are teachers, or city officials, or from any walk of life, really. But ultimately, all these guys are just trying to turn a desire they have in their head into a reality—which may or may not even involve you.”
“How do you mean?” Kendra asked as they reached the dock they tied the boat to. The demon’s hard scales scratched the old wood as she asked, “If they approach me, would that not mean their desire is for me?”
“Not necessarily,” Xander answered. “You’re the person in front of them, so they want you to fulfill that desire. But if you say no, they’ll just look for someone else. Think of it like casting a wide net and catching however many girls they can.”
As they reached the edge of the dock, Kendra tossed the demon into the water as she asked, “All because of the way I look?”
“In the beginning, yeah,” he confirmed with a nod. They hopped on the speedboat as Xander added, “Most men will simply care about your appearance. But the few good ones will enjoy your company because they like your personality.”
Kendra turned the powerful boat on before looking at him and asking with a smile, “Do you enjoy my personality?”
He smiled right back while moving up behind her. Xander pressed his raging hard-on against her firm round butt and whispered, “Oh, very, very, much.”
Throughout the passing weeks of his month in Jamaica—every chance the teenagers got—the pair were having intense sex. With the exception of the compound, they had sex everywhere they thought they could get away with it. Even without his magical ring, Xander was always eager for more and had the skill and energy to keep going. However, Kendra was more reserved with her desires. There were times when she felt it was too good, and, as if the scales were unbalanced, she would feel the need to clear out a vampire or demon den. With every successful mission, the pair had sex many times to multiple happy endings.
The last week in Jamaica, Xander presented Kendra with her Crusader short sword. The medieval-style sword was soot-black with silver star-shaped patterns running up the fuller to the copper temper line. The double-edged sword was thirty-one inches and razor sharp. Its handle was wrapped in soft black leather, the guard was silver, and the pommel had the rune for Order etched on it. It weighed two pounds, but was likely nothing in her hands.
Kendra was absolutely amazed by the stunning sword. Even Zabuto commended him on a job well done. The caramel Slayer never left the compound without Ordermír, but even so, she summoned her magical weapon as efficiently as Xander and Buffy called upon theirs. Like the other weapons, no one without a soul could lift the Crusader sword. It killed vampires easily and healed its master. Additionally, a clean slice of her sword was capable of projecting blades made of wind. With practice, Kendra could slice a wall three feet away. She was eager to thank him with several blowjobs after that.
On Xander’s last night in Jamaica, Kendra admitted she didn’t like the idea of going back to her life before him. They were at the departure gate of the international airport in Kingston. She had more fun in a single month than she had her entire life, and due to that fact, Zabuto insisted on walking him to the gate. The tall Watcher was eager to get rid of Xander and his influence on his Slayer.
In front of Zabuto, Xander took her hand and told the stunning girl, “Kendra, believe me when I say you don’t need me to enjoy your life.” She took a step closer as he added, “You’re in a beautiful country with beautiful people. Take a pottery class, gardening, whatever you have an interest in.”
“And if I don’t have any interests?” the sad girl quietly asked.
“You’re a fighter, remember?” he replied with a smirk. Playfully interlacing their fingers, he suggested, “Take some lessons or teach little girls and boys how to fight. It’s okay to enjoy your life on your own terms.” Kendra nodded when they heard the airport announce his last call for boarding. Before they parted, he made sure she knew, “You can always call me, or visit, any time you want. I’ll pay for the ticket; first class. Enjoy your life, but remember what we learned together. Always be suspicious of the people around you, until they’ve proven themselves worthy of your trust. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
In front of Zabuto, Kendra leaned up and gave Xander a long kiss goodbye. The large man tried to pull Kendra away, but Xander effortlessly grabbed the Watcher’s hand and twisted it as he deepened his kiss with the beautiful Slayer. After a minute, their lips parted, followed much too quickly by their bodies. Taking off from the runway, Xander imagined Kendra was getting an earful from her Watcher, but smiled when he suspected she wouldn’t care.
After spending a month in Jamaica with the gorgeous Kendra Young, Xander flew to Tijuana International Airport in northern Mexico before taking a smaller plane to a smaller airline. A bus took the teen to Sandy Beach in Puerto Peñasco, where the Las Palmas Resort was located. Traveling from place to place took most of the day, and despite the new location, Xander couldn’t say he was overly excited. The coast of Mexico was certainly beautiful, but the minor interest he felt had more to do with seeing Cordelia in a bikini for the next month.
Xander met Cordelia at the luxury resort, with its four large towers and many villas right on the beach. The beach-front property overlooked the vast Sea of Cortez and had four miles of white sandy beach all to itself. The resort was a gated community with full-time security, three outdoor pools, several indoor heated pools & hot tubs, many game rooms, full workout gyms, several restaurants, nightclubs, and stores, as well as many fun activities to do. Cordelia met him at the entrance of the resort wearing a black and navy bikini with a long black sarong wrap hugging her curvy hips, baring plenty of her beautiful legs.
Xander hugged the sexy cheerleader, lifting her off her feet to heal his weariness in a way his ring couldn’t—with her warmth and weight holding him, too. Both of the teens were tanned from many days frolicking in the sun, making Cordelia’s smile brighter, but when she looked at his luggage, her smile died down.
“Sooo,” she started in a tone that made Xander nervous. “As much as I want you here—trust me, I fought for you—but I’ve been overruled. Sorry, but daddy said you can’t stay with us. And we have a villa on the beach too.”
Xander shook his head, as if to say, ‘of course.’ With a huff, he nodded before saying, “It’s fine. I’ll just rent a room-”
“Also, they’re all booked,” Cordelia cut him off, grimacing from having to deliver the bad news. “I checked.” At Xander’s disappointed expression, she added, “What? It’s summer. They’re always booked throughout the summer.” Though mildly irritated, Cordelia gripped his hand and squeezed it before saying, “Come on. You haven’t eaten, right?”
Xander shook his head. However, he stated, “I should probably figure out where I’m going to be sleeping tonight.”
“Just leave your stuff in my room for now,” Cordelia insisted. “Eat first, then we figure out where you’re sleeping. If worse comes to worst, I’ll sneak you into my room… which might also be an issue, FYI. Security here is like Fort Knox. With their security, you’d think they were suddenly hosting the leader of the free world. I mean, this place is nice, but the private grills here still use charcoal instead of gas. How cheap is that-”
“Cordelia,” Xander interrupted with a strained smile. “How about we get some food?”
Xander didn’t know that Cordelia had already begun her dinner, thus was surprised when she led him to one of the luxury restaurants where her parents were waiting. It wasn’t the first time Xander had met Cordelia’s parents, and wasn’t surprised when the head of the Chase household was incredibly suspicious of Xander’s relationship with his daughter. As they ate their eight-course meal, the adults grilled him. Even when Xander shared fabricated goals of becoming an officer in the military & studying trade—or revealed that he owned his home and built his bike—nothing endeared Mr. Chase to him.
So out of touch with those they consider below them, Cordelia’s mother blatantly told her daughter, “Usse him for the bit of fun he can give you, dear, then dump him.” She was quite intoxicated—having drunk more than she ate—and slurred her words as she finished saying, “We have sserious partnerss for you to conssider.”
“Yes, yes, it was nice to meet you, Sandor,” Mr. Chase irately voiced, getting his name wrong. Turning to his daughter, he asserted, “Say goodnight to your friend, dear. We’ll expect you up shortly.”
As the parents left, Xander shook his head in amused disbelief. Their attitude was nothing new to him, which was why he didn’t sneak into Cordelia’s room that night. He was far too capable to need them. Instead, Xander went into the old city architecture of Puerto Peñasco seven miles away and rented a cheap motel room. After leaving his things, he traveled into the nightlife of the city to find a scooter to rent to head back to Las Palmas.
Xander enjoyed how loud and lively the city was at night. The streets were bustling with so many people, he often bumped shoulders from so little space. Mexican music blared from almost every building or pub he passed. Vendors were calling out to every one that passed them, trying hard to sell their wares. Though Xander wasn’t a huge fan of the sombreros, he liked, and purchased, a black and white poncho with skulls at the center of some Aztec symbols.
Once he rented a scooter, he returned to his room to learn that his luggage and case that stored Dreadnought and Hellguard were stolen. The door wasn’t busted and nothing else was taken, making Xander sigh in annoyance. Lazily, the teen took the stairs to the roof and walked to the edge. Looking down at the lively nightlife, he prayed he only hurt the ones who stole his weapons. He extended his hands and cautiously summoned his weapons. When his hands felt as if they were tugged on from below, Xander realized who the thief was.
As it turned out, all of his belongings were in the motel owner’s room because summoning his weapons destroyed three levels of ceilings to reach his open palm. Xander leapt down the hole, and though grateful no one was hurt, he threatened the portly man with grievous violence if anything else went missing in his room. The owner let him stay in the room for free, but Xander decided to leave his weapons with Cordelia.
As ever, Xander and Cordelia didn’t let her parents ruin their fun, and the pair spent a lot of time swimming, sunbathing, playing games, and even exercising together. Xander allocated a section in the training rooms for a mat so he could teach the agile girl self-defense moves. As a versatile cheerleader, Cordelia’s conditioned body was highly adept at absorbing his knowledge, mimicking new movements and positions nearly to perfection.
For a girl of her height and build, Xander taught Cordelia what would be most advantageous in a fight against anything bigger and stronger than her. As most of the Scooby Gang’s battles against evil took place on the street—where anything could happen—and at close quarters, Xander began with the basics of Krav Maga. Though it involved mixed martial arts, Krav Maga was designed for potentially lethal situations. There were no rings or octagons with rules, thus illegal moves like eye-gouging and groin shots were techniques to learn.
Xander was teaching her how to fall, as it was a likely scenario. He gently flipped her onto the mat, making her land on her back before staying on top of her. They hadn’t kissed or done anything intimate together since he had arrived, but looking deeply into her amber eyes, a small spark that was always there, enticed him. The light reflecting off of Cordelia’s brown eyes made him wonder about her.
Gazing at her panting, flush face, he softly asked, “Why haven’t you asked me about Nox yet?”
She scrunched her brow, as if to say, ‘Where’d that come from?’ Despite the questioning look, she candidly answered, “I didn’t realize I had to.”
Intrigued, he asked, “You don’t want to know why? Why I’m like this?”
“Oh please,” she bemoaned in her comically irritated way, like she was above it all. “It’s not rocket science. You were a pathetic loser who didn’t want to be a pathetic loser anymore, which has been working out great for me.”
Xander smiled at how dependable Cordelia’s “Cordelianess” was, and leaned down to finally kiss her sweet lips. The sexy girl returned the kiss, happily allowing his tongue to caress her, but before long, they were interrupted by loud laughter entering the gymnasium. A group of young men, clearly college students—likely fraternity brothers—made a lot of noise as they walked toward the teen lovers. There were six of them with drinks in their hands, and it was clear as day they approved of Cordelia’s tight activewear—a black Nike sports bra and matching leggings.
The teens got to their feet, and despite Xander being there, the six young adults languidly surrounded them. They were tall, muscular, and mostly good-looking men, likely the type Cordelia would have gone for the year before. The time looper was no longer capable of feeling worried other men may tempt away a girl he was with. Accordingly, when they ignored him to unabashedly invite Cordelia to their room for some fun, he remained stoic.
With a false smile plastered on her gorgeous face, Cordelia told the leader of the frat boys, “I’m having more than enough fun right here, thanks.”
The head of the group—the tallest and most handsome of them—smiled cockily as he returned, “Then how about you practice with us? Come on, several of us can teach you some serious moves. Trust me, you won’t regret it.”
Cordelia, being who she was, responded with a crafty grin before suggesting, “I’ll consider sparring with anyone here… if you beat him, first,” she finished, pointing her thumb at Xander. With knitted brows of confusion, Xander turned to the girl with an innocent smile just before she said, “Go get ‘em, tiger.”
At those iconic words, Xander brightened up as he called out, “Oh, you read it!” Xander gave her a few Spider-Man comic books to read on the plane if she got bored. He was glad she read them.
“I was bored on the flight,” she said with a casual shoulder shrug. “And I’m nothing like MJ, by the way.”
Smiling, Xander stepped to the center of the mat while Cordelia moved to the side. The development attracted a few onlookers as the cocky frat leader stepped up, taking off his shirt. He was confident, but Xander wouldn’t even need Odin’s Ring of Power to beat all six men. His strength and reflexes were so attuned to vampires, demons, and monsters that six inebriated frat boys were nothing to him. They moved painfully slow and telegraphed everything they were about to do. Xander was forced to hold back a lot, but nevertheless, with his superior strength and technique, striking each of them in the liver or gut dropped them to the ground. In less than a minute, four of the frat boys couldn’t get back up, and two of them threw up.
“Holy shit,” an aroused Cordelia gasped from the side, looking from the downed college boys to the bored Xander in amazement.
A very zealous Cordelia dragged Xander away and lead him to her bed back in her villa so she could fuck him hard. He hadn’t been able to use his ring’s vibrating power on Cordelia before because he hadn’t wanted to be discovered as Nox, but that wasn’t the case anymore. Xander did so then, and the sexy cheerleader lost herself in mindless orgasms. Though she didn’t last as long as a Slayer, he still enjoyed every second she squeezed his seed from his balls.
After a shower, they left to have dinner in one of the fancy restaurants below when Xander was approached by an atypical local man who introduced himself as Raul De’Santos. Despite being Mexican—in his mid-30s—he had bright red hair with a matching beard and pale green eyes. Raul was a few inches shorter than Xander, but he couldn’t hide under his gray, three-piece suit: the man used to be a fighter.
He took off his sunglasses—despite being indoors—and offered Xander the opportunity to fight in a match later that night. Raul was apparently well-connected and had friends in the hotel always searching for potential clients. One of them saw Xander fight the frat boys with ease and reported so. Raul promised Xander a lot of money if he won, but the teen declined, saying he didn’t need money.
The Mexican bargained, suggesting in his Broken English, “Hermano, there must be something that you, uuuh… want, no?” Xander squinted his eyes, thinking of what he might want. After all, Raul couldn’t know that material things meant nothing to Xander, because all he wanted was to get out of the time-braid. However, his vacation currently lacked in several areas of comfort that could be remedied.
Curiously, Xander asked, “How much access do you have?”
“Depende en what one desires,” Raul explained. “We speak of lawful requests or more... illicit?”
“Definitely lawful… I think,” Xander added with uncertainty. In either case, he asserted, “I just want a good room to stay in and maybe a boat ride or something fun for us to do while we’re here.”
The redheaded man smiled victoriously before assuring him, “Compadre, so long as you win, we can give you the very best vacación Mexico has to offer.”
After scheduling a time and place to meet, Xander and Cordelia were driven south for thirty minutes to a city called Puerto Lobos, or Port of Wolves. The pair were escorted to a cathedral intricately carved out of the face of a mountain. Many people entered the carved mountain, taking wide stairs down into a massive subterranean coliseum. The rocky arena had seating for hundreds of people, and they all gathered to watch men battle at the center of the stage.
The teens followed Raul to the waiting rooms for other fighters. Xander had to check in his hard case housing Dreadnought, but he didn’t mind so long as his magical battleaxe was close by should he need it. With so many bodies traversing the large room—buying food, alcohol, and gambling—Cordelia was worried, even if she didn’t show it. If this were a movie, she fully expected them to be offered as a ritual sacrifice for a barbaric deity. Though Xander didn’t discount that possibility, he wouldn’t be against seeing that.
Throughout all of it, Raul explained to them they were in the midst of an underground fighting ring, and a tournament was held every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday for the entire summer. Since Xander was behind, he would have to fight several times that night—to catch up to the other combatants—if he wanted a room at the Las Palmas Resort. Unbothered, the teen warrior shrugged—to Raul’s delight—and eventually, Xander was called to step into the large, square ring.
His first opponent was a short Asian fighter who used a combination of Karate, Tae Kwon Do, and Muay Thai, exciting the warrior within him. Sadly, he was a smaller man with less mass. Xander brought him to the ground and made him submit within seconds. Xander’s second opponent was Russian and much larger than him, with brawny muscles. However, he was far too slow. Xander countered everything the hulking man threw with pin-point strikes, including the knockout counter-punch right to the chin. Xander’s third and fourth opponents also lost to the combination of Xander’s superior experience, technique, and physique. These opponents quite simply weren’t stronger than the vampires or demons he was used to facing. Xander didn’t even have to use his ring, and with his fifth win, he secured a spot on the Saturday card.
Waiting for De’Santos on the surface, Xander and Cordelia were shocked when the Mexican redhead pulled up in a beautiful ‘69 Ford Mustang GT rather than the white transport van they had arrived in. Raul stepped out of the souped-up muscle car with a big smile and wide open arms.
He told Xander, “Amigo, consider this beautiful car yours for your stay here. And if you win more, it only gets better.” De’Santos also got him a King room at the resort, which could also be upgraded if he kept winning. Once Cordelia’s parents went to sleep, she snuck out of their villa and stayed with Xander all night.
The following night, Xander remained undefeated and was put on the dockets for the following week’s matches. The teen warrior kept fighting under the name Noche Blanco—White Night in Spanish—every Friday and Saturday, upgrading his stay at the resort up to a villa of his own, and his muscle car to super luxury cars. Xander and Cordelia took complimentary snorkeling trips, went jet skiing often, scheduled helicopter rides, and shopped far too often for Xander’s patience. The teens had VIP access to all the best nightclubs & restaurants in the city—which Mr. & Mrs. Chase thoroughly appreciated. They went horseback riding on the beach—which was illegal unless you were ultra special—and throughout all the activity, Xander and Cordelia started and ended the day fucking to multiple orgasms.
It was on his last night there, with Cordelia snuggled next to him, that she admitted, “I’d say I love you, but really, it’s more like I’m just happy… you’re in my life.”
He huffed softly, just living in the serene moment before simply replying, “Ditto.”
Craning her head up, the confused girl asked, “Ditto? Did you really just say ‘ditto?’ Care to be a little more evolved than that, or am I sleeping with a Neanderthal here?”
“Oh, no, I’m taking that ditto back!” he called back, leaping on the happily squealing girl. “The ditto has been rescinded! You get nothing but grunts now!”
Xander grunted like a caveman to Cordelia’s fits of bubbling laughter. They played together until he had to leave for his flight to Boston.