Atta Girl
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Every passing day since Xander had escaped the confinements of the year-loop, he would wake up with a sense of triumph, and a victorious smile as his eyes fluttered open. His bedroom always enveloped him in a comforting warmth, cocooning him in its familiar embrace. Sunlight filtered through the window, casting vibrant hues of orange across the walls and ceiling, adding a touch of the beauty from a Hallmark card to the space he made his own.
Typically, his room held a symphony of delightful aromas, a carefully curated blend of sweet citrus, soothing lavender, tantalizing spices, or the refreshing scent of pine. Each scent had been meticulously chosen for its ability to zap the stress right out of him, like a sensory invitation to start the day on a blissful note. However, on this particular evening, a lingering fragrance hung in the air—a heady blend, a mingling of intimately intertwined bodies, an olfactory testament to the passionate encounter that had unfolded within these walls.
Xander’s room reeked of sex, and he couldn’t wipe the smile etched on his face even if he wanted to. As the raven-haired teen stretched languidly, his mind full of his and Buffy’s repeated rounds of lovemaking. The rhythmic dance of intertwined limbs, the symphony of moans and whispers, and the cascade of shared bliss echoed throughout his body. In the wake of their vigorous union, soothing waves of bliss lingered within every fiber of their beings.
As Xander’s awareness returned to the present and the familiar warmth nestled against his side—a toasty heat radiating from the girl cuddled up against him. Tilting his gaze downward, he beheld a head of silky blonde hair—disheveled from hours of sex—resting on his chest. Their arms and legs were entwined—his body buzzing with lingering pleasure—and he couldn’t fathom a more perfect world. However, he was eager to find out.
Locking his sights with the mesmerizing greenish-blue eyes of the girl he loved, hated, and everything in-between, Xander found himself immersed in a sea of emotions. Despite the complexity of their long journey together, a profound sense of certainty enveloped him. It was a powerful realization that washed away any lingering doubts or insecurities. In Buffy’s eyes, he felt a sanctuary where worries ceased to exist, where their words or actions seemed incapable of fracturing the bond they shared. Xander had shed the weight of his past hurt and fears, and with unwavering confidence, he just wanted to live with her, fight with her, and be happy with her.
“Wow,” Buffy gasped, her face quickly blushing, as if recalling the copious amount of sex. “Just… wow. I don’t- well, that—what we did—was just, wow… wasn’t it?”
Nodding with a boyish grin, he replied, “Top-tier wow, no doubt.”
Buffy’s eyes seemed distant, as if remembering, while she remarked, “I’d always assumed Faith and Cordelia were exaggerating, but… wow.”
“It’s why I do it: the prestige,” he joked with a sarcastic expression, making her giggle. He continued, “Seriously though, there’s only one reason we totally wowed right now.” She fixed her gaze on his to hear his answer, but already felt it in the warmth of his chocolate-brown eyes. “I love you, Buffy Anne Summers. I’ve loved you since the very moment I saw you. And nothing and no amount of time will ever change that.”
“…Wow,” Buffy gasped before leaning toward him.
Xander and Buffy’s lips met in a gentle kiss, yet within that tender exchange, they conveyed a profound depth of emotion that surpassed words. Their mouths melded together with a delicate grace, their warmth intermingling as if seeking solace from one another. In that fleeting moment, their love transcended mere physicality and touched the very essence of their souls.
Buffy pulled away before confessing with bated breath, “I love you too.” She leaned up, supporting herself on one elbow, and admitted, “It took me a little longer than ‘at first sight.’ And the Faith part of all this is a whole other bag of crazy that I haven’t even begun to unpack, but I can’t stop feeling this way anymore.”
Xander was all smiles and couldn’t restrain his curiosity as he asked, “Sorry, but I gotta ask; when did you know? I mean, when did love—that kind of love—for me, Xander Harris, geek extraordinaire, start entering the picture for you?”
Buffy rolled her eyes at his mirth but also grinned as she weakly answered, “I don’t know. It sort of snuck up on me.” Her smile went away as her mind provided vivid answers, and she expressed, “I mean, I’ve always loved you—admittedly as a friend—but the night you nearly died… it really struck home then. Angel and I just… we came to our senses, I guess. He asked me if I love you… and I couldn’t lie anymore; to him or myself. Then I came back. I saw it all, you lying there, hurt and bleeding… my heart stopped. I couldn’t breathe. I thought you were dead! I was sure of it-”
Sensing her growing distress, Xander sat up and embraced the upset girl, kissing her forehead to remind her of the much more beautiful present.
Holding him gratefully, Buffy whispered, “Nothing else mattered until you were fine. You had to live, Xander. You had to stay with me, and I wasn’t going to let anything take you away.”
She chuckled softly when he gasped, “Wow.”
Xander’s mind whirled with many theories, pondering if Buffy’s love for him was the reason he hadn’t looped that night like he was supposed to. The Sherlock within him yearned for more evidence—more data to analyze and dissect—but couldn’t dispute that was the likely cause for the change, since Buffy had never loved Xander more than Angel. The time braid was always an internal mechanism, and it meant that the love Xander and Buffy shared had to be real, or he wouldn’t have escaped the loop.
Bringing him back to the present, Buffy cautiously asked, “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” Xander replied, and truly meant it. He’d even tell her about the time braid if needed.
After a deep breath, she asked with a hint of nervousness, “In your Old Man memories, do we—uh, you and I—get together? Like, later on?”
Squinting his eyes as he was approaching dangerous territory, Xander slowly asked, “How much do you want to know?”
Growing more nervous, Buffy answered, “The truth?”
“Alright, but this might be a bit shocking,” he consented. “In our early to mid-twenties you thought you liked me romantically. You confessed to me in a rose garden in a monastery in Tibet—it was very romantic—but by that point, I doubted you really meant it. So, we didn’t actually date.”
“Really? Why?” the perplexed blonde asked, tilting her head.
Shaking his head ruefully in a moment of deep thought, Xander prefaced, “Um, well, let’s remove Giles and Willow from this next part because one is our work pops and the other is our sistah from anotha mistah.” After a brief smirk from Buffy, he recounted, “Putting them aside, I was the only other person who’s been with you the longest, through thick and thin. And you had been through so many, shall we say, romantic dalliances, that I didn’t actually believe it when you said you liked me. Not really.”
Squinting her eyes with a hint of fear, Buffy asked, “When you say so many, we’re not talking, like, mega-slut status, right? I mean, I’m not that girl, am I?”
“No, no, nothing like that; it’s a very conservative number,” he assured her with a shake of his head. “But you have been with guys, vampires-”
“Vampires?” Buffy quickly interrupted, her tone a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. “With an S? As in more than one?”
Xander nodded, a playful smirk dancing on his lips when he added, “And girls-”
“Girls!” Buffy hollered in surprise. From her shocked expression, such a revelation clearly opened a door to a world she had never imagined—a world that defied societal expectations and ventured into uncharted territory.
Xander nodded, merrily citing, “I believe you said, and I quote, ‘it’s a phase! I’m allowed to have a phase!’ But that phase popped up, like, once a decade.”
“Wow,” Buffy gasped, taking a moment to take in such radical information. She pressed her lips into a line as she processed the magnitude of the information unveiled before her. Then she asked, “And none of them… Don’t I ever get married?” Xander shook his head, and with horror in her eyes, Buffy sadly bemoaned, “I really do end up an old spinster.”
“But, like a really hot old spinster,” he tried to uplift. She turned to him, upset by his reply, and he hastily explained, “I mean, once Slayers make it past twenty-seven, twenty-eight, they age incredibly slow. So, you’re still really strong and look great even when you’re sixty.”
Buffy was not uplifted and lamented, “But I don’t wanna be an old spinster!”
“Oh hey, it’s not all on you, Buff,” he tried to clarify, moving closer and taking her hands to comfort her. She eyed him with heavy skepticism, but he assured her, “No, really, it isn’t. To be with someone as amazing, beautiful, and lovable as you; even if that guy was handsome, smart, caring, and funny, he would also need to be incredibly strong, work in the sadly booming business of Slaying, able to walk in sunlight, and most importantly, not die. There were so many people both of us dated who just didn’t make it home one night. Those qualifications take out, like, ninety-nine percent of all potential life-partners.”
“…Really?” she asked, eyeing him with a mixture of fear and hope.
“Really, really,” he doubly answered.
With a huff, she smiled and nodded before weakly remarking, “I still find it so weird that you have these memories.”
“Tell me about it,” he scoffed. “I always have this fear that telling you guys things here and there will only make everything worse. The Old Me’s future was already pretty bad, to begin with. I mean, like, just utter garbage.”
After a moment of thought, Buffy asked, “Who was the other vampire? You said vampires.”
“And here comes a lot of the reason why that future sucked,” Xander commented before slowly asking her, with real gravitas in his voice, “…Do you really want to know?”
“...Well, that’s not ominous,” she remarked hesitantly. “Was it really that bad?”
“Like anybody else, you have sides of yourself that even you don’t know about—dark sides,” Xander explained. “Life is not kind to the Slayer, and this Nameless One could see those darker sides of you. When you were at your lowest, and felt like even your friends couldn’t understand what you were going through, you and him started this twisted love affair that would make for a good trashy romance novel.”
As Xander’s words escaped his lips, he couldn’t deny the twinge of resentment that was always within him, a bitter cocktail of jealousy and disapproval. Yet, he knew he couldn’t dismiss the reality that Spike had carved a place in Buffy’s heart.
“This vampire was a bad guy—like, really bad… at first,” Xander continued, his voice tinged with a hint of reluctant acceptance. “But through this ‘relationship’ with you, you saw the good in him when no one else did, including him. And in the end, he did have good in him; a lot, in fact. He did a lot of really heroic things because he loved you.” Pondering the lengths some men will go to for her—himself included—Xander noted, “I guess you bring that out in people.”
Buffy’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and affectionate annoyance. With a teasing smile, she playfully shoved Xander’s shoulder, attempting to diffuse the weight of his words. “Stop,” she half-heartedly protested, her smile betraying her true emotions.
“I’m serious,” he insisted with a smile, his voice laced with sincerity.
A moment of silence hung between them as they gazed into each other’s eyes, pregnant with unspoken admiration and gratitude for a shared history. Breaking the stillness, Buffy’s voice rose inquisitively as she asked, “So, what happened with… what’s his name?”
Xander cruised past her attempt to learn the vampire’s identity and answered, “The same problem you had with Angel reared its ugly head with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.”
Surprised by the unusual moniker, Buffy pointed out, “Wait a minute. Willow gave me that book to read. That’s from Harry Potter.”
“They make some fantastic movies later,” Xander cheerfully revealed. “Don’t worry, I won’t spoil it for you.”
“You better not,” she teased. “What’s this ugly head you speak of?”
Taking a moment to compose himself, Xander glanced out the window, where the twilight painted the sky with hues of fiery orange and dusky purple. It was a scene that mirrored the complexities of the upcoming conversation. He knew he needed to choose his words carefully, crafting them in a way that would help Buffy grasp the weight of the unfortunate circumstances she hadn’t directly experienced.
“You fight the dark, Buffy,” Xander began, his voice gentle yet filled with conviction. “Demons, vampires, apocalypses, curses—the dark list goes on and on. So, it makes sense you’d have an attraction to someone from that world—even fall for them—because it’s a large part of your life. It’s kind of like a work-husband. They just understand the battles you have to face every night because they’re from that world, too.”
In that moment, Xander’s gaze softened, his eyes tracing the lines on Buffy’s beautiful face as he contemplated the complexities of love and the imperfections that come with it. Life, he realized, was a tapestry woven with both light and shadow, and the people we cherished were no exception. It was in accepting and embracing their flaws that true love truly thrived, and though Xander had his opinions of Buffy’s love life, he had grown to understand and accept them.
Xander continued, his voice filled with reassurance and admiration, “You’re destined to face the darkness, but you also have a place in the light. Your moments of rest, of fun, of family, and friends. Your home is in the sun.”
Caught off guard by the depth of his understanding, Buffy whispered, her voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and surprise, “Yeah… Angel was a love like I’d always dreamed of. Tall, handsome, strong, sweet, and kind. And for him to accept all of me was more than I could’ve ever hoped for in a guy. So, I never really thought past that.”
Her gaze shifted, her eyes momentarily lost in the distant memories of love and pain. Xander’s voice grounded her when he asked, “And now?”
She refocused her gaze and replied with a slight tremor in her voice, “And now I’ve been hurt… worse than I ever thought I could be. The world isn’t what it was anymore. It’s changed. I’ve changed. But I think I’m better; or maybe stronger for it.”
As she spoke, the soft evening light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow upon her face. The fading rays of the sun mirrored the fading innocence of her heart, yet in their gentle touch, there was a glimmer of hope and resilience. As his fingers caressed the side of her face, Buffy’s eyes met his gaze, revealing a mix of determination and newfound strength.
“I think that’s going to happen a lot; the world changing,” he mused. “Things can always get tougher, and for your love to really stand the test of time, you need someone who’s a part of both worlds—who can change with you… and won’t die, because again, I can’t stress how important that part is.”
A mischievous glimmer danced in Buffy's eyes as she let out a playful giggle. She leaned in closer, her voice a teasing whisper. “Someone like you?”
A gentle smile spread across his face as he replied, “If you’d have me, I’d be honored.”
Buffy’s eyes widened a moment before questioning with a hint of uncertainty, “And Faith? This is way outside my wheelhouse. I haven’t the slightest idea how to do something like this.”
Xander hesitated a moment, then suggested, “Yeah, uh, let’s just ask her. She’s pretty direct about what she wants, likes, and doesn’t. We’ll toss the ball in her court and see what she does with it.”
Reluctantly parting from the warmth of their tangled embrace, the lovers found themselves caught in a bittersweet struggle. The allure of the outside world tugged at their senses, but their hearts yearned for just a few more stolen moments of blissful togetherness.
Washing off the scent and smut of sex under the cascading water of the shower, their hormonal desire for each other flared anew. The teens were insatiable and each droplet that caressed their skin seemed to carry with it an electrifying spark, igniting their shared fire once more. Their arousal refused to be contained within the steam-filled enclosure and their bodies magnetically entwined not long into their shower.
Xander spun Buffy around and pressed her front against the tiled wall, the shower head above her, spraying them both but unable to cool her growing lust. The gorgeous blonde stuck her ass out eagerly, spreading her legs for him, and he happily obliged. Buffy moaned deeply as Xander’s thick cock slid into her pink hole, slowly stuffing her sex to the brim.
“AHHHHHHMMMMMMM… Yessss,” Buffy moaned happily as Xander relished the hot, velvety walls of her tight pussy.
Under the shower, the teens fornicated like animals, their naked bodies hot and wet. Buffy’s face was pressed against the white tile, her eyes closed and lips open as she moaned. Xander’s cock filled her pussy repeatedly, lathering his veined member with generous amounts of her sweet nectar. She was squeezing him tighter as he kept pounding into her. Her legs weakened and began to shake, her moaning filling the shower. Xander gripped her shapely hips tighter, keeping her in place, and the moment she felt ready, he began vibrating his pounding cock.
Buffy screamed as she climaxed together, her back arching as her pussy clamped down on his vibrating member. Xander buried himself to the hilt one last time as her entire body quivered and lost all strength as pure ecstasy flooded her entire being from head to toe. Feeling his own pleasure explode, Xander unleashed a torrent of hot cum into her pulsing womb. The lovers remained joined as one, enjoying the lingering bliss of their passion before finally washing properly and exiting the shower.
However, even against the front door, their desire for one another ignited like a fervent flame, and Buffy’s back was against the door, with Xander pounding deep inside her as the lovers kissed. After another earth-shattering orgasm, the couple tore themselves away and exited his home, hand-in-hand.
The entire drive to Buffy’s house, the blonde Slayer was glowing with intense satisfaction—vibrating deliciously as she glided on air—while at the same time incredibly nervous, dreading their conversation with Faith.
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Walking into Buffy’s home and through the living room, Xander and Buffy came upon Willow and Faith at the dining table. It was night out and the room felt cozy with its warm lighting. Willow was tutoring Faith, and their textbooks and notebooks were scattered on the table in front of them.
“Someone’s home late,” Faith’s playful voice called out at the sight of them.
Upon seeing Buffy’s flushed cheeks, a telltale sign of her recent tryst, and wet-ish hair, a mischievous spark ignited in Faith’s eyes. It was as if a giant neon sign illuminated the room, silently conveying the unspoken details of their intimate encounter. Buffy’s blushing face told Faith everything she needed to know.
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“Xander, you’re patrolling tonight!” Faith exclaimed, catching everyone by surprise. She stood up and added, “And can you get us ice cream, please?! Pudding pops for me.”
Xander, wanting to address what was on his mind, started to speak, “Faith, I think we should probably talk-”
However, Faith cut him off, stating with playful urgency, “Later, later! Now, hurry up! I don’t want to start without my pop!”
Without delay, Faith dragged Buffy and Willow upstairs as the redhead called out, “But- but studying!”
Figuring what they were going to talk about, Xander called Cordelia, since he didn’t want her feeling left out—even if he was going to be the topic of discussion. Though she claimed to be busy, Cordelia made her way over. Xander wasted no time. He swiftly fetched three flavors of ice cream—chocolate, strawberry, and cookies and cream—Faith’s chocolate pudding pops, and delectable pink lemonade cupcakes. Xander talked with Joyce for a little while about Buffy’s car and then left to patrol.
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Dressed in his Nox stealth gear, Xander parked his sleek black motorcycle in the desolate school parking lot. The engine’s purr gradually faded as he dismounted, and with a practiced hand, he unclipped Dreadnought from the bike and secured it to the latch at his back. The moon cast an ethereal glow on the silent surroundings as he ventured toward the entrance of the empty school.
Stepping into the vacant halls, his mind was consumed by thoughts of his recent afternoon with Buffy. Xander’s footsteps echoed softly as he made his way toward the library—his mind replayed those hours like a vivid scene from a movie. He could still feel her weight and warmth on him, but he also had a nagging worry about leaving Buffy to negotiate this odd relationship alone with Faith. Deep down, he trusted there wouldn’t be any issues since no one was being dishonest in their feelings.
Xander’s eyes widened in surprise as he entered the library and saw a bleach-blond vampire seated at the long table. Spike lounged nonchalantly in a chair, leaning back with his feet casually propped up on the table. Xander’s hand twitched reflexively for his battleaxe, a subconscious response honed from countless battles and confrontations, but the serene composure of Wesley, Giles, and Angel indicated that there was no immediate danger.
Confusion clouded Xander’s features as he was certain the meeting was about strategizing their surveillance on the Mayor. His gaze flickered between the assembled men and he struggled to comprehend Spike’s unexpected presence. A cascade of questions danced on the tip of Xander’s tongue, curiosity mingling with caution. The puzzle pieces didn’t quite fit, leaving him uncertain about Spike’s role as he approached the group.
Wesley was the first to raise a concern. Lines of worry etched on the Watcher’s forehead as he glanced toward the library doors, his eyes searching for the absent Slayers. With a furrowed brow, he asked Xander, “Where are the Slayers? They’re supposed to be here?”
Xander’s sights fixated on the enigmatic vampire seated at the table as he only cared to ask, “What the hell is Spike doing here?”
Setting down his weathered book, Giles informed him, “Angel devised a plan that has promise. He extended an invitation to Spike.”
An air of suspicion hung in the room as Angel, his eyes narrowing with intensity, couldn’t help but question Xander’s presence. His voice carried an edge of accusation as he demanded to know, “Why do you smell like Buffy?”
Xander’s brown eyes widened in surprise—caught completely off guard—and he played terribly dumb as he asked, “Hmm? Say what now? Buffy? She’s not here,” he added, looking around the library.
The other men watched on, their curiosity rising as Angel took determined strides toward the raven-haired teen. A deep growl rumbled in Angel’s throat, his anger simmering as he stated, “I can smell her all over you.”
Xander’s attempts to deceive failed as he tried to divert suspicion but replying, “Hmm? Really? Oh, she, um, spilled her… perfume on me.”
The tension in the room quickly thickened as Angel’s shoulders tensed, his anger on the brink of exploding. He closed the distance between them, his fists clenched in frustration. “That’s not perfume,” he seethed, his voice a low warning.
“Oh, no!” Spike erupted in immediate laughter, his amusement reverberating through the room. Each man present, to varying degrees, began to comprehend the implications of what had transpired. Confusion flickered across Wesley’s face as he thought Xander and Buffy had merely shared a hug. Giles, ever the patient observer, quietly hoped it was just a kiss. However, understanding that it was full-on parting the Pink Sea, Spike’s laughter only grew, his understanding of the situation leading to a boisterous outburst. Pointing at Angel, Spike howled, “No! Say it ain’t so! Don’t tell me he’s feeding your ex the baby gravy?! Mate! Uh, gods! I can’t remember the last time I laughed this hard!”
Avoiding direct eye contact with Angel, Xander cleared his throat to break the tension. Turning to Giles, he asked, “How about I go patrol solo tonight? You can tell me the plan later.”
Grateful for the suggestion, Giles nodded fervently as he agreed. “I think- I think- yes, thank you, Xander.”
Spike, seizing the opportunity for some action, happily offered, “I may as well tag along. A good fight to go with that crack-on sounds perfect.”
“You can’t,” an irate Angel nearly growled. “Part of the plan means you can’t be seen chumming it up with us, especially him.”
“Yeah, alright,” Spike reluctantly acquiesced, his tone slightly disappointed.
Without further ado, Xander shrugged off the tension in the room and made his way out of the library. However, Wesley caught up with him, feeling the need to address the situation. He approached the axe-wielding teen and earnestly stated, “Giles explained to me what it might be like for you, to have the memories of an entire life, much of it dedicated to the eradication of evil in all its forms and I find myself in a precarious position. What you said, while sensible, should have been expressed in private. You made me look incompetent in front of my slayers. Moving forward, I trust you will air any disagreements you have with me in private.”
Unaffected by Wesley’s words, Xander bluntly responded, “Wesley, I hope you grow up quickly, or you’re not going to make it,” before leaving.
—B—
As Cordelia stepped into Buffy’s cozy bedroom, she brought with her bags of tantalizing treats—the cold cartons of ice cream, the pudding pops, and the strawberry lemonade cupcakes. Buffy and Willow were seated on the plush comfort of the bed, their attire reflecting the sudden pajama party—Buffy in a tank top and shorts, while Willow borrowed her friend’s long-sleeved, baggier sleeping wear. Faith wore tattered black shorts with a black tank top.
Despite her apprehension about the impending conversation, Buffy’s face softened with genuine gratitude at Cordelia’s presence. After what Xander had revealed about the Chase household, Buffy didn’t want the radiant cheerleader to feel left out.
With desserts in hand, the girls gathered around. However, Buffy didn’t feel her appetite, her thoughts preoccupied by the weight of the impending discussion. Sensing the tension in her best friend, a concerned Willow once again asked Faith what this was all about. Faith locked eyes with Buffy, her lips curving into a mischievous smile, causing the blonde to blush under her hot gaze.
With a playful tilt of her head, Faith redirected Willow’s inquiry, teasingly asking, “Yeah, Buffy. What’s this all about?”
Growing increasingly irritated by the brunette, Buffy cutely clapped back, “You’re the one who dragged us up here! We’re supposed to be meeting Giles, not hanging out in my room.”
Buffy saw the mischief dancing in Faith’s eyes and sensed that the girl cared nothing for Slayer business. She simply asked, “How was he?”
Buffy’s face and neck quickly flushed a deep shade of red, her embarrassment palpable as she instinctively leaned away from their penetrating gazes, desperately attempting to hide her secret. She was all too aware of Faith’s straightforward nature and chose to resist answering her probing question.
Having seen Buffy earlier that day, Cordelia’s eyes widened when she connected the dots and yelled, “Oh my God! You had sex with Xander!”
Alarmed, Buffy quickly hushed Cordelia—placing a finger to her lips—as her eyes darted towards the closed bedroom door. “Shhhhh! My mom’s here!”
Caught off guard by the revelation, Willow eyed her best friend and couldn’t help but express her dismay. Her tone tinged with a hint of hurt as she tentatively asked, “You… had sex with Xander, too?”
Sensitive to her friend’s feelings, Buffy’s expression softened with concern as she reached out to comfort Willow. Her voice carried a reassuring undertone as she tentatively spoke, “Will…”
Upset, Willow’s eyes searched the room, her frustration evident as she demanded to know, “Am I the only one who hasn’t had sex with Xander?”
“You have Oz and he’s a great guy,” Buffy said, hoping to uplift her friend’s spirits by reminding the redhead of her amazing boyfriend.
Calming down, Willow quickly assured everyone, her words carrying a mix of self-assurance and a hint of lingering disappointment. “I know… I know, really, I do… but still! Who likes feeling left out? I sure don’t! And I had the biggest crush on him before any of you!”
Cordelia casually chimed in, “He just loves you too much to horndog all over you.”
A warm smile brightened Willow’s face as she found solace in Cordelia’s words. “Aww… that’s actually sweet,” she cooed with a smile.
Never one to hold back, Faith declared with supreme conviction, “I’ll take the horn any day.”
“Faith!” Buffy yelled, taken aback by her bluntness.
Unfazed, the Bostonian Slayer playfully locked eyes with Buffy, her grin widening as she asked, “But was I right, or was I right?”
At the thought of sex with Xander—the many orgasms that wrecked her entire body—Buffy blushed furiously and cupped her cheeks with her hands. Her legs twitched and tightened at the lingering phantom feeling of him thrusting inside her.
Smiling at the racy girl talk, a very curious Willow slowly asked, “Was he really that good?”
Buffy couldn’t speak, but with a deep blush, she nodded fervently.
Eager for more details, Faith quickly followed up with, “Did he do the vibrating thing?”
Willow asked Faith, “Vibrating thing? What vibrating thing?” With a grin, Faith quickly explained what Xander’s appendages were capable of doing due to his magical ring, and the redhead turned beet red herself. The intrigued girl smiled and asked her best friend, “Did he?”
Grabbing her pillow and burying her face in the plush comfort, Buffy bemoaned, “Ugggh, why does everyone need to know every detail every time I have sex?”
“Drama queen much?” Cordelia sarcastically asked. “It’s only been Angel and Xander,” she pointed out.
Faith eagerly asked her sister Slayer, “Who’s better?”
Bringing down the pillow, Buffy instantly asserted, “I’m not answering that!”
A smug Faith mumbled to herself with certainty, “There’s no way Angel has a vibrating dick.”
“Crap!” Cordelia cursed. She eyed everyone as she asked, “Does this mean I’m out?”
Faith winced at the cheerleader’s plight, replying, “Sorry, Cor. I was cool with you two smashing cheeks every once in a while, but I’m sure Buffy ain’t.”
Turning to the blushing blonde, an upset Cordelia asserted, “You couldn’t have warned me first? Now I have to quit cold turkey?”
“Sorry, but I’m already wigging out about this whole thing,” Buffy dreadfully confessed. “Adding another person is well beyond the threshold of my sanity.”
“Well, this night officially sucks worse than the creation of fanny packs,” Cordelia bemoaned before stuffing a spoon full of chocolate ice cream in her mouth.
Intrigued by Buffy’s comment, Willow leaned forward, her eyes filled with curiosity as she asked, “Are you scared this might change your friendship with Xander?”
Shaking her head, Buffy hastened to say, “No. I mean, I was in the beginning, but now I’m actually pretty excited about what’s next. I mean, it’s Xander, but in a way I never really saw him before—like seeing him in a new light. The more I think about him, the more I want to know. How could I not feel excited?” Her voice brimmed with happiness as she confessed her feelings. However, a hint of worry creased her brow as she continued, “The sole source of my wig-fest is none other than Faith. Because neither Xander nor I know how to do this.”
“Do what?” Willow asked, still unsure of the problem.
“I’m still his girlfriend,” Faith cheerily revealed.
Furrowing her brow in confusion, Willow stuttered to affirm, “Wait, what? But I thought you were…”
“There you are. Welcome to Crazy Town—population: one,” Buffy commiserated, her tone a mixture of incredulity and satire. “Because, somehow, I’m also his girlfriend. That or the mistress?”
With a stern finger, Faith playfully asserted, “Hey! If anyone here is the mistress, it’s me, dammit.”
Willow’s eyes widened in disbelief as she locked her gaze on Faith, her voice filled with concern. “Faith, are you really okay with this? No, wait—why am I asking you?” Recognizing Faith’s unorthodox personality, the redhead turned to her best friend instead and pleaded to know, “Are you really okay with this? Dating a boy who already has a girlfriend?”
Exasperated, Buffy smacked her face with her pillow and groaned before letting out a, “I don’t know!” Lowering her pillow, strands of her golden hair curling over her nose and mouth, she continued, “As unfamiliar territory goes, I’m on Mars right now.” A moment of silence hung in the air as the girls waited for Buffy's anxious thoughts to find clarity. “The only thing I know for sure is that it’s Xander and Faith. If it were anyone else, that would be the sternest, ‘Nope! Never gonna happen!’”
With a slight shake of her head, Faith asked her sister Slayer, “What are you stressing about? Do you think I knew how to be monogamous when I started dating Xander? I’d long since given up on that before I even met you guys. But he told me all I had to do was think about the person I love when I made decisions throughout my day. And I did that when I decided to leave.”
Raising a brow curiously, Cordelia asked Faith, “You’re leaving?”
“No, not anymore,” Faith answered, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You guys are stuck with me now.”
“Good,” a relieved Willow gratefully asserted.
Faith’s smile widened as she continued, her eyes sparkling with confidence. “I thought about you and him, and it only made sense that you two be together. I just don’t see any reason why I have to break up with him.”
Though thoroughly apprehensive, Willow gathered her courage to point out the obvious and ask, “But what if you’re really looking forward to seeing him but he’s having fun with Buffy instead? Wouldn’t you be devastated or feel left out? That can build resentment.”
Faith shrugged nonchalantly, her carefree demeanor shining through as she replied, “I’d either join them or catch him the next night.” Willow didn’t seem satisfied with that answer, leaving Faith to continue, “Look: right now, I’m good with having fun, fighting, and fucking. I’ll worry about all that emotional crap later… when I’m a little more prepared for it.”
Sensing Faith’s brief moment of vulnerability, Buffy reached out and took her hand in a comforting gesture. Faith raised their joined hands and exclaimed, “See! This is what I’m talking about. She cared about how I was feeling and just took my hand; to comfort me. I’ll do the same for them, and Xander does the same for us. I’m telling you, we’re already there. You two just need to stop being babies with your make-believe boundaries and accept it.”
The room fell silent. Although still feeling a bit confused, Buffy couldn’t find a valid counterpoint to Faith’s words. She couldn’t help but wonder if she was right. After all, it wasn’t as if the three of them didn’t love each other. Buffy wanted to be with Xander without losing Faith, and she suspected it was the same with Faith. It seemed like an impossible possibility—a delicate balance of desires and selfishness between three different people—but in her heart of hearts, Buffy couldn’t shake the feeling that such an unconventional relationship was possible for them. A small hesitant part of her even felt it might be perfect.
Taking a deep breath, Buffy resolved herself to embrace the uncharted territory ahead, determined to navigate the complexities of their intertwined hearts. It wouldn’t be easy, but dating Angel wasn’t easy, either. The prospect of a love that defied norms and expectations wasn’t new to her. In fact, it fueled her determination.
Seated with her legs crossed, Cordelia appeared lost in thought as she savored her chocolate ice cream, contemplating the complex dynamics at play. Willow seemed hesitant to fully accept the Slayer’s lifestyle choice decisions, but the redhead changed the topic, redirecting her burning curiosity to another subject.
Eying each of the girls in a mixture of frustration and acceptance, Willow pleaded, “…Can someone please explain to me why Xander is some sort of sex wizard?”
Eager to enlighten her friend, Cordelia smiled broadly as she answered, “I would love to.”
The girls continued their conversation, delving deeply into discussions about Xander’s sexual prowess and charm, all while indulging in their snacks. Cordelia and Faith shared detailed anecdotes and provided the less experienced Buffy and Willow with more context, explaining why Xander stood apart from nearly all men. Laughter and conversation filled the room as the clock struck midnight, turning their gathering into an impromptu slumber party, where they would continue to bond and enjoy each other’s company.
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At a slight tapping sound at Buffy’s window, the Slayers exchanged knowing glances and saw a familiar figure in the darkness. They smiled and gestured to the other room beside Buffy’s, and Xander met the girls in Faith’s room, mindful not to disturb the sleeping Willow and Cordelia.
Under the ethereal glow of the moon, Xander joined the girls at the windowsill. The night was cool, and the moonlight bathed them in a silvery sheen. Buffy noted how pristine he was, meaning if he’d fought any vampires, they’d offered him no challenge. Buffy spotted Xander’s gaze lingering on their form-fitting nightwear—a carnal gleam in his eyes—and she suppressed a smile at his gaze. Buffy felt a sudden spring in her step, savoring the burning chemistry that was crackling between them.
Rather than entering the room, Xander leaned against the windowsill, signaling that this would be more of a chat than anything else. The trio were close within the window frame, their breath mingling in the cool night air. It felt as if time stood still, their connection intensified by the shared proximity.
With a mischievous grin adorning his face, Xander asked in a lighthearted tone, “Fun night?”
“Not as fun as your afternoon, Stud,” Faith teased with a wide grin, a twinkle in her mischievous eyes.
The implication was clear: Faith knew he had sex with Buffy. As the blonde Slayer leveled a ‘really?’ eye at Faith, Xander’s nerves crept to the surface as he tried to state, “Uh, right, a-about that-”
“Don’t worry about it,” Faith interrupted, shaking her head dismissively. Her nonchalant demeanor suggested a sense of acceptance, as if she already knew the details and was more than fine with it.
Perplexed, Xander looked from Faith to Buffy, seeking confirmation. His voice carried a hint of uncertainty as he asked, “Really? Buffy?”
Confronted with the complexities of their unconventional relationship, Buffy grew nervous once again, but determination glimmered in her greenish-blue eyes as she mustered the courage to respond, “…I’m still nervous about all of this, but… if we take this slow—and this is the biggest if in the world. If we take this slow, I’m willing to try.”
Her words hung in the air, filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope, as she sought to navigate the uncharted territory of their interconnected hearts. Xander released an audible breath, his half-smile a reflection of relief mingled with uncertainty. He wasn’t certain how to react, but it appeared as if he wouldn’t be losing either girl, and that was enough solace for him.
Delivering a playful punch to his shoulder, Faith happily jested, “Two hot-ass Slayers for girlfriends; you’re the luckiest guy on the planet, Harris.”
“You won’t hear any argument from me—like, literally forever,” Xander replied, completely taken aback by such a situation, struggling to fully comprehend the extraordinary situation he found himself in.
Nodding toward Buffy, Faith directed Xander, “Then kiss her first.”
Thrown for a loop, a bewildered Buffy choked, “W-What?!”
Xander amended his earlier statement, hesitantly restating, “Okay, maybe a small amount of argument.”
Curiosity overflowing within her, Buffy sought to ask Faith, “Why me?”
With gentle reassurance, Faith replied, “He’s definitely going to kiss me goodnight and I don’t want you to feel left out or think you matter less cuz he kissed me first.”
Buffy’s brows furrowed, grappling with the conflicting emotions swirling within her. At the thought of it, the blonde Slayer blushed and weakly pointed out, “But… you’re looking.”
Rolling her eyes playfully, Faith let out a small chuckle, her resolve unwavering, and asserted, “Fine, I’ll go first.”
In that transformative moment, Xander and Buffy exchanged glances filled with a blend of uncertainty, apprehension, and desire. The anticipation of such a serious step forward made the air around them crackle with nervous energy. Then Faith and Xander leaned towards each other, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss that held a hint of possessiveness.
Faith’s usual ferocity was unmistakable, likely relishing the sensation of Buffy watching them make out. It was a peculiar sight for Buffy, witnessing her boyfriend’s lips locked in a passionate embrace with another woman right before her eyes. The conflicting emotions within threatened to overwhelm her until she was reminded why it was okay in this scenario.
For an agonizing moment, Buffy questioned whether she could handle this unconventional dynamic, feeling as though they were reaching a boundary that was generally a deal-breaker within a relationship. However, after several moments of intensity, Xander slowed Faith’s fervor down to something slower, languid, with an undeniable depth of emotion. Buffy could see the love and couldn’t deny how hot it looked. The way Xander melted down Faith’s walls through their kiss stirred something new within Buffy, and she felt herself get aroused by it.
When Faith felt the enormity of how much Xander loved her, she pulled away from their kiss, making Buffy sympathize with her sister Slayer. A softness seemed to envelop Faith, unveiling a vulnerability that both intrigued and frightened Buffy. It was in that vulnerable state that Buffy’s instinct to comfort and provide solace emerged, an unspoken desire to reassure Faith that she was not alone.
Xander’s hand reached out, finding Faith’s, and Buffy instinctively mirrored the gesture, enveloping the troubled girl’s hand in a comforting grasp. The warmth of their touch seemed to provide a fleeting solace to Faith’s turbulent emotions. Faith nodded when she seemed to be feeling better, then pulled each of their hands, signaling that it was their turn. Xander’s gaze shifted towards Buffy, his eyes brimming with a complex mix of longing and nostalgia. Their connection, forged by years of shared experiences and deep affection, pulled them inexorably closer.
As their eyes locked, a surge of emotions drew their lips together with an irresistible force. When the soft flesh of their lips met, the chemistry between them was explosive, sparking like an electrical current. Their kiss was initially tender, a delicate exploration of the love they shared as friends and lovers. Time seemed to stand still as their lips moved in perfect harmony—their bodies gravitating toward each other—and every touch laced with a longing that could not be denied.
As the seconds ticked by, their kiss transformed into something more urgent, fueled by a passionate hunger that had been dormant for too long. Their locked lips became a battlefield of desires, a frenzy of unspoken yearning and rekindled passion. Each touch ignited a fire within them, consuming any remnants of doubt or hesitation, leaving behind nothing but pleasure. Buffy felt her own desires surging, tempting her to succumb to the intoxicating pull of lust and whisk Xander away to her comfy bed. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of desire and embarrassment as she reluctantly broke the kiss, aware of the thin line they were treading.
Watching her calm down a bit, Faith remarked, “Atta girl, B.”