Title: 2 Naughty and 2 Good
Author: Brooke
Rating: NC17 This is a big ole heaping helping of NC-17! Hide the kiddies! Prudes, run away now! If you have a problem with Buffy and Xander making wild monkey love you need to vacate the premises immediately!
Pairing: Buffy/Xander because I love'em to death!
Summary: Ozmandayus mixed naughty humor, nosy friends, telepathy, a hidden relationship, and a serious case of lust between our favorite construction worker and the worlds longest living Slayer? Now I'm adding an unwitting Wicca who can hear their thoughts and stirring...
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing to do with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I will not make a dollar from this fic. Thank you, don't sue me, and have a nice day. This is a sexy-fun fic. No drama here. No revelations, no angst, no cheating, no demons, no vampires, no Marti Noxon, no Jane E, no season six back alley fucking, or bargain basement Willow after-school drug addiction. Spuffy never happened. This is for all the B/X fans everywhere. Enjoy. Sit back, relax, forget about season 7 and Spuffy and Xander maybe losing an eye. Just soak up all this sexy B/X goodness. Follow me here. We're playing fast and loose. Buffy closed Glory's portal without taking her swan dive of death. How? Don't know and don't care. She just did. You're breathing, aren't you? Well then stop asking questions. Buffy fell in love with Xander six months later. Anya broke up with Xander and things were mutual. We pick this story up about 6 weeks in the new B/X relationship and no one knows about them. It's there little secret and it's fun, so don't put much thought in it yourself. There's one more plot twist. Two weeks ago (a month into their new relationship) Buffy and Xander fought a demon who could control other demons minds. When Buffy killed it Xander was near by. The weird energies released by this demon's destruction hit Buffy and Xander as they fled. They woke up two hours later and discovered, much to their shock, dismay, and then amusement that they could hear each others thoughts. There didn't seem to be any other side effects other than them being able to communicate telepathically. They learned that they could shut it off and on at will, and that it worked within a one block radius. Now, Willow and Giles want to know exactly what they can do and ran some magically tests with some interesting side effects for young Willow. Spike left town and never came back. He was staked by herd of unicorns during a unicorn stampede and is now blowing dust three sheets to the wind somewhere over Ireland. How is that possible considering that unicorns don't exist? How in the hell did Spike make it to Africa in six hours with a motorcycle? You answer that and I'll answer your question. Until then keep your trap shut. Giles and Anya are dating. Joyce did pass away, but Tara didn't. Dawn has her permit. B/X never happened on the show and I can live with that. It will live in the hearts, minds, and imaginations of B/X'rs everywhere.
Dedicated to: AAAlexie (cuz Shawn dedicated the first one to her) and Shawn (for intrusting me with one of his fics. Total honor) 

(( )) denotes Buffy and Xander's telepathy speaking.

*

Buffy's House. Jan, 16. 9:15 PM.

Willow had had a successful evening. She had swallowed her mixed feelings, even fighting down their leaning to the positive of being able to pick up on Buffy and Xander's vibes, and just getting down to work. She couldn't experience that with them, even if it was good [Very good. Excellent. Pure unadulterated bli...] ... It was wrong, and for more reasons than the fact that her friends were oblivious. And, as Honest and Forthright Willow, she had to stop it.

She bounded up to the porch of the Summers house and unlocked the door hurriedly. She had seen Buffy's Jeep in the driveway and was beyond excited and anxious to try out the reversal spell she had found quick, fast and in a hurry. She would end this tonight before things got even further out of hand. Or closer into hand, as the case may be.

"BUFFY?!?!"

"Not here," Dawn commented distractedly from the comfort of the living room.

The teen was focused on the TV and had missed Willow's enthusiasm deflate. "Where'd she go?" she asked as her excited stride turned into a defeated trudge and she walked into the living room. "She said that her and Xan were gonna be here tonight. And," she slid the surprisingly small, for its significance to her, book onto the coffee table, "I brought book to rever... uh, test... their telepathy more."

Dawn furrowed her brow slightly and glanced up to Willow from her position on the floor next to the couch. She thought of asking a question, but simply settled for shrugging her shoulders and turning back to the television. "Well, her and Xander went out on patrol about thirty minutes ago." Dawn looked up and caught Willow's pout, "I know, I know. Completely unreliable as soon as she gets
some."

The redhead did manage a chuckle at that and silently agreed. From Angel to Riley and now Xander... Buffy really did have a tendency to be one track minded. "Did they say when they were coming back?"

Dawn shrugged again. "She left the car and the keys," she pointed out with raised eyebrows. "Usually that means 'Dawn, drive yourself to school tomorrow'."

[Dammit] "Alright," Willow sighed with obvious disappointment this time.

"I mean," Dawn turned and tried to give her a reassuring smile. "They might be back." Willow nodded and sat back against the couch cushions. "Just think of it this way," Dawn tried again and changed the channel idly, "The less time Buffy spends here at night, the fewer the chances are that we'll be forced into eating that weird beef noodle stuff she makes."

"There was no meat in that," Willow grimaced and glued her eyes to the TV, not needing to see Dawn to be able to detect the disgusted smirk. "So what's on the menu tonight, Dawnie?"

"A quiet night at home with Paradise Hotel," the teen said excitedly. "And then a Real World chaser. Wanna join?"

Willow kicked her feet up onto the coffee table, "Wouldn't miss it."

*

St. Patrick's Cemetery

((Good?))

((Mmhmm... loweryaaaa...))

Buffy giggled against the column of Xander's throat before tilting her head further down and sliding her lips to the center of his neck. She flicked her tongue out over his Adam's Apple and continued her path to the other side of his neck.

((Tongue go... ughhmmm, good...)) His breath hitched in his chest while Buffy's hands pulled his shirt tails free and slid underneath the fabric, scratching over the soft skin of his abs and feeling the muscles beneath quivering under her fingers. Xander held her hips in a gentle hold and balanced himself against her while he stood between her open legs as she sat perched on a fairly large tombstone.

((Why aren't you hard yet?)) She redoubled her suction and slid her hands around Xander's back, then down to the backside of his jeans where she grabbed his ass and pulled him closer to her. Buffy eased herself closer to the edge of the stone when he jerked towards her and arched her body up against his, grinding her breasts into his chest while her mouth slid up over his jaw.

Xander gulped in a deep breath and felt Buffy's nipples grazing him through both of their shirts. ((Ho... ow come you're... you're not slay... ing?))

((Makin' out with you)) Buffy pointed out. ((Can't do both now, can I?))

"Nmmhmm..."

((Want me to stop?))

"Nmmhmm... I was ju..." His reply was cut short when Buffy turned her head and pressed her mouth hard to his own while clenching his ass again hard. He followed her lead and moved his left hand with fluid purpose up to the hem of Buffy's shirt, mimicking her earlier actions, when he slid it underneath and past her thin bra and fully cupped her breast, squeezing it in time with the thrusts of her own tongue.

Buffy kissed Xander's mouth open and thrust her tongue inside, sweeping it past his own and up against the roof of his mouth. She moaned into his mouth to let him know how much she was enjoying the contact before pulling away from his breathlessly. She managed a chuckle when he followed her movement in an attempt to continue the kiss.

((Enjoying yourself?)) she teased and glanced down to Xander's hand as it disappeared under her top. It didn't bother her one bit that her voice held a hint of breathlessness because she was enjoying herself enough for the both of them. Buffy moved her right hand away from his ass and smiled up at him with a too innocent smirk and traced the waist of his jeans to the front. Xander tired to control his grin but it barked out in the form of a gasp when Buffy reached his belt buckle and dove down, cupping his cock through his pants and still looking him in the eyes while she massaged him slowly. "Mmm, there we go." Buffy's statement ended in a moan when she felt him hardening against her palm, and she moved her other hand up from Xander's butt to tangle her fingers through his hair and pull his mouth back down to her own, resuming the hard kiss.

((Giles said vampires... ohgod... Buffff...))

Buffy kept her lips moving against Xander's mouth and scraped her teeth lightly over his tongue before chasing it out of her mouth with her own. She raised her hand to his belt buckle again and with adept precision unfastened it and slid his fly down. She didn't give Xander a moment to process her movements before she slipped her small hand into his pants, through the hole in his boxers and gripped his member in her hand, stroking him to full hardness. ((Gotta do something to pass the time.))

((Keep that up, and once those vamps rise I'll be showing them a thing or two about nailing a Slayer.))

She pulled hard and smiled into his mouth when his hips jerked towards her, but she didn't let his yelp of surprise quell the lip lock. ((You keep it up... and I'll let you...)) Buffy could feel his arousal and not just with her hand. The closer she brought him to the edge the wetter she got. Every uneven jerk of his hips that signalled his impending release caused another pulse to surge through her womb and work harder on him to feel that sensation again. ((But not on this tombstone)) she added in an after thought that made her brow furrow through her arousal.

((How about... over here?)) Xander dropped his hand from beneath her tank top so it could join his other on her ass, which he gripped hard and lifted Buffy from her seat. He felt her surprise but Buffy refused to stop kissing him, now nipping at his lower lip, around her own giggles. Xander was briefly concerned that Buffy had managed to pull him free of the confines of his jeans when the position changed, but, and he was quite confident in this, he would be getting into something better than Levi's in a matter of minutes. He could easily feel Buffy's internal throb sending tiny shocks of pleasure through his own shaft while he swallowed her breathy moans and stumbled towards... something. A tree, a rock that wasn't a grave marker, a fence...

((Three steps to the right)) Buffy licked into his mouth. ((Big tree))

Xander grunted his thanks and staggered slightly while balancing both of their weights. Then he felt something else pass to him by way of Buffy, this time clenching his gut and his heart, and overpowering her own arousal... not by much, but just edging it out by a smidge.

It was amazing sharing feelings with Buffy, but when they slayed together it was something different all together. Xander experienced the Slayer. All the instincts and senses amplified when her 'Spidey Sense' sent off the bells and whistles.

He was about to drop her legs to the ground, but the vampire...es. Plural. Beat him to it. Xander felt at least two sets of hands erupt through the dirt forcefully, bringing a shower of tiny clumps and pebbles up with them and grabbed his legs. He jerked to a stop and lost his balance, but in all the commotion forgot to completely release Buffy... or she had not released him. He didn't know because all too soon he had broken his own fall with her body beneath him.

*

Willow shook her head slightly to clear it. Dawn had said that her sister and her boyfriend had gone out on patrol, Willow had just never considered patrol has prime hand job time.

Her body was gearing up for more, too, as it approached rapidly. Throbbing and clenching. Pulsing and heated as the blood raced through her veins in time with both Buffy's and Xander's, deviating in a very specific point in her groin. She had been carried along by their tide without despite her own private protestations before just settling into finding out how they would make her feel tonight.

Tara was still at the shop with Giles, so it wasn't like she had anything to take her mind off of the more carnal thoughts that were setting her mind on fire. And Dawn was enthralled deeply with who would be sent home from the Hotel this week. Willow was pretty much in the clear to let herself go, as it were, only needing to offer tiny grunts of agreement to the younger Summers' periodic commentary of the show.

But something had ruined her moment... their moment, she guessed she should say, and Willow was jolted from her fantasy with a sudden wave of fear before all the wind had been forced out of her lungs. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up sharply, gasping for breath.

"Willow?" Dawn pushed herself up to her knees quickly when she heard her friend's panicked gulps. "You okay?" she rested her hand lightly on her knee and looked on with wide eyes.

Willow swallowed hard and forced her head to nod, silently regaining her composure. "Fine," she let out a shaky breath and matching smile. "Must have dozed off."

Dawn still had concern pouring out of her eyes, "Maybe you should go to bed?" she suggested. "If Buffy comes back I can tell her that you found some new things to reduce the amount of voices in her head..."

"Not reduce." Willow corrected quickly, her voice holding a bit of sting that made Dawn sit back on her shins. "Find out more about. That's all." She stood to her feet and scooped up her book. "Tell Tara I'm sorry I couldn't wait up for her."

"She'll understand," Dawn assured while she watched the Wicca make her way to the stairs. "Get some rest." She watched the redhead head up the stairs with an, almost dazed nod, leaving her alone.

Willow moved slowly to the master bedroom that she shared with Tara, still able to pick up the sound of the TV from the living room. She held the book to her chest in a white knuckle grip while opening the door with her other shaking hand. Her whole body was shaking, and this time not because of the sexual intensity of her two best friends. Her blood was racing so fast that she could hardly breathe and she leant heavily back against the door as soon as it was closed again. If she thought that the feeling of an orgasm raised to the third power was enough to tear her in half, she had never anticipated this and it scared her even more.

Both Buffy and Xander had gone on patrol and fought the forces of evil since she had accidentally found her way into their minds, but she had never been able to tell when they were doing it. This was new, and it only meant that, just like Xander said that his and Buffy's connection was getting stronger, her connection to them was following the same path.

Willow stumbled over to the bed but knew that she wasn't going to be able to sleep. In fact, she could guarantee that she couldn't even shut her eyes if she were to try. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she had never once felt this... this power.

*

Xander had watched Buffy stake four vamps while he was toying with his one. Not that it wasn't a big one. ((He's, like, 90 pounds more than you.)) His Slayer's voice, not even broken by labored breathing, reminded him silently while driving her stake home again.

She had complied while Xander kept her pinned to the ground while he tucked himself back into his pants again before actually starting the fight, but as a penalty for their trying to get some while on patrol, six vamps had broken ground before they were even prepared.

Buffy had launched into Slayer mode immediately, landing jarring punches while effectively dodging her opponents. Her first dusting took place while she was actually on the move to engage a burly vamp in a business suit, and the once housewife that had tried to intercept her was reduced to spores.

The hostage situation, turned mass murder, in downtown Sunnydale that had drawn Giles attention in the papers turned out to be just what he suspected. Buffy had wondered why nobody else was the least bit suspicious as to why the whole deal started at eight at night, but had let it slide, guessing that nobody really cared.

All that mattered now was that their were four more vampires that she had to make sure that these guys... and gals, she added when she was punched in the jaw from the side by a twenty something girl in a miniskirt, stayed dead.

Buffy's heart was beating a little faster now and she glanced sideways to Xander just in time to see him stake the vamp that he was originally fighting with a satisfied, but labored grin, just to be grabbed from behind by another, younger more fit demon. She was on her way to lend him a hand and hopefully let him get a second wind when this...

"Bitch!" Buffy snarled and landed a hard right cross on the girl's jaw that sent her to the ground. The Slayer acted quickly and pulled her up by her hair ready to stab her in the heart when she felt another opponent sneaking up on her from behind. She head butted her in the nose, and then side kicked out behind her to catch the approaching vamp in the chin.

((You ok, Honey?)) She staked the female vampire. ((I'm coming))

Xander was breathing hard and focused on avoiding being hit. "I wish..." he ducked to the right and then slid around to the side. "that... was..." he ducked again and stood with a hard uppercut that briefly doubled the vampire over. "...in the happy... fun... way..."

Buffy smirked, but then winced when she felt Xander catch a left hook to the cheek. "Me too," she sighed and refocused on the vamp in front of her. "Ok, I'm gonna make this quick cuz my boyfriend's in trouble."

The vampire's face twisted into a cruel imitation of a grin. "He'll be alive long enough for you to watch him..." His eyes went wide with surprise and he looked down the stake protruding from his chest. As he disincarnated he looked up again to see the Slayer running to the boy's side.

"Sorry Babe," Buffy grinned but knew that Xander couldn't see her since the vampire was blocking her. She wrapped her arms around the demon's waist and bent her knees, arching her back and hoisting him over her body and crashing to the ground.

Xander rolled his eyes at the Slayer's beaming smile before she back flipped over the still sprawled vamps body and landed by his head. He could feel the adrenaline singing in his veins and making his heart beat out of control. His whole body was humming and beating with a million sensations at once. Xander loved slaying. It was like having Willow's mom's baby back ribs and then going to bed only to find that naked girls were waiting for you there. Food and sex, the two best things in the world.

((Ribs first?))

He would have matched Buffy's teasing tone if the vampire on the ground hadn't just reversed kicked to his feet, on the way connecting his heals to Buffy's jaw and knocking her back.

"Son of a..." Xander's hand clenched his own jaw and he stumbled to the ground with his eyes screwed shut.

"Slayer?" the vampire asked with a smirk while he stood over her on the ground. "It'll be a pleasure ripping your heart out." He made move to pounce on the prone woman's form, but instead found himself explode from the inside out.

"Get in line," Xander mumbled and tucked the stake he had just used into his back pocket. "You ok?" his tone changed from pissed to soft in a matter of seconds and he crouched down to Buffy's side.

"Face hurts," she pouted and met his tender gaze.

"Where?" Xander ran his hand along his own sore chin. "Round about here?"

Buffy pouted and nodded. ((Kiss it better?))

He gave her a lopsided grin and leant down, pressing his lips to her cheek. "There?" he whispered, a warm caress on her skin. Xander knew that the pain was abiding, but Buffy had yet to make a move to stand up. In fact the aroused throb that had been replaced by the presence of the vampires was completely back, and in full, if not greater force. All that blood so near the surface and racing... his mind caught her whimper when he brushed his lips over her jaw bone before veering off with a gentle lick against her ear lobe. "There?"

((Close...)) Buffy's breathing changed tenor and she sat up quickly, bringing both hands around and grabbing Xander by the hair, trapping him and pulling his mouth to hers in a bruising, heated, probing kiss. Their tongues waged war against each other, forcing their lips apart, before Buffy, with another sharp tug forced his surrender. ((There)) she sighed and felt a rush of blood to her nether regions and knew instantly that Xander was getting hard. Her body was anxious to match him with her own damp arousal.

Xander responded to Buffy's forcefulness with his own, letting his right hand fall behind her to brace himself and bringing his right up to rest against her stomach. However, it only rested there briefly before slipping up her front and cupping her breast again. He molded his palm over the heated softness of her chest, even through her shirt, and he sighed into her mouth. "We should get going," he suggested quietly against her lips.

"Yeah," Buffy pulled back and rested her forehead against his with her eyes closed. Xander's large hand was still on her breast and she was content to see how much more the insistent thrumming of her... of their... bodies would bring her closer. It was working. If Buffy closed her eyes and concentrated on his breathing she could feel spikes of pleasurable pain lance through her whole body, making her jerk up towards him and him shudder back into her. "Now," her eyes snapped open and locked on his. "We need to go right now."

*

Willow blinked the tears out of her eyes and turned to wipe her face on the comforter. The side of her face was throbbing and sore, but was rapidly being drowned out by a more welcomed and familiar stirring.

Her blood was already roaring through all of her muscles but she arched off of the mattress when it deviated and exploded in a sharp clench of her vaginal muscles. [That was quick], but even the thought was short lived when the feeling happened again.

She didn't sense danger anymore. Now there was an enjoyable pressure, right... Willow slid her hand up the front of her shirt to try to mirror what she was picking up in her mind. She gasped at her own actions and the duality of the sensations coursing through her and she bit her lip and squeezed her breast with a moan.

Willow moved her hand in rhythmic flexings hoping to alleviate the pulsing... trying to work herself up so that there would be only one possible option left to complete that goal. She had never in her life wanted to be touched so bad. Been so on the edge when she knew that there was no possible way for her want to become a reality. Forced to wait and... the throbbing need... [Xan... please...]

*

Xander's Car (in route to his place)

It was Buffy. Oh, God how it was Buffy. Aching and burning and yearning. Arching under Xander's touch. Making his body react the same and pushing him closer to a climax that he willed wouldn't come right there in the car. But he loved to touch her... was doing an expert job of it right now, his hand splayed across her denim covered thigh and every nerve ending in her body fixed in on it.

It slipped further up and Xander's thumb, it must have been pressed against the denim at the apex of her thighs and held. He stayed there and flexed his fingers, circling his thumb over her clit and it felt sensational even through her clothes.

Needed this.

Wanted this...

He kept his eyes on the road and his other hand on the wheel while he sped through the streets of Sunnydale. The lights passed in a blur, and when he actually had it in his mind to stop at various signs and postings, her lips were on his. Her tongue against his, teeth scraping his lips with muffled moans. Xander just moved his hand up from its gentle coaxing to the button of her jeans.

*

Buffy's House

Wasn't working.

Willow had frantically pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, needing to feel skin on skin contact. She wished Tara were home... wouldn't feel so wrong if somebody else was there... some body to benefit from this.

She had always wondered what Buffy felt post slaying. Faith had told her before, demonstrated on Xander and left them all the byproducts to deal with. But she always chalked that up to Faith just being herself... horny and reckless. Willow had never anticipated that Buffy could surpass any of the darker Slayer's descriptions. Never have guessed that she would prove Faith blaringly right. Yet here it was.

Willow right hand skimmed of its own accord, following the clenching tingle that was leading it down. Further... just a little further...

Her sex throbbed and her body spasmed at an increased pressure on her clit. She had to make that ache end... had to... her hand kept moving. Willow slipped her hands under the waistband of her skirt and eased it down past her hips. She shifted her legs to free them and her hand resumed its position pinching her, now hard, nipple through her bra, while her other hand sought out new posts, settling over the cooling dampness of her panties.

Maybe rub it better...

*

((Yeah)) Buffy hissed in approval and arched her hips up towards his hand to give him better access. She just wanted to feel his hands on her, heating her flesh even hotter than it already was and when Xander's fingers slipped past her low waistband Buffy's moan was out loud when they smooth over her skin, through the damp cropped hairs surrounding her sex and rested only when they were massaging her clit. She jumped at the sensation, and let her eyes slam shut.

He thought that he had her beat

Xander was hardly expecting, even with their connection that her hand would find its way to his cock. She rubbed him hard and gasped before tossing him a smile. ((I wanna play too...)) She let her breath come harder and faster and his fingers pushed down further broaching her very entrance. Buffy sucked in a deep breath and pulled her leg up and rested her foot on the dashboard to give him room to move on her.

((Want me to touch you?)) His voice was a quiet taunt and he move his hand back up to her clit.

Buffy's jaw clenched. ((Bastard.))

"OhGod... Buffyyy!!" Xander's cry was unbridled when she squeezed his erection hard in retaliation. "You keep roughing up the equipment and nothing this side of Xander'll be making you come, lady."

Buffy grinned at him and stuck her tongue out. "You love it." She knew that he did. She had felt the pleasure as it washed over the pain. ((Plus, then I'll get to kiss it all better.)) Buffy's voice was low and husky and Xander gulped. ((We both like it when I do that))

Xander didn't need to respond when his eyes crossed slightly from memory alone. ((Thinkin' about me sucking your cock?)) Damn Buffy tricking him, taking the upper hand with her stupid voice and stupid mouth. Her stupid face all flushed and being all turned on and... pushing his hand further into her pants, curling his fingers with a gentle pressure that pushed them into her heated core the subtlest bit.

((Taking you deep and sucking all the way back up?)) Her voice was erratic while she kept her hand on Xander's and kept his fingers moving around her opening. ((I'll lick your come off the head before I go back down. Take you all th...))

"HERE!" Xander shouted and snatched his hand away from her heated pussy. Her moan of disapproval sounded in his mind and in the actual car. He was already moving though. He was so hard that it hurt and all he wanted to do was get inside and fuck Buffy until the ache went away. ((C'mon woman!!)) He called and pulled her door open and grabbing her forearm when she sat still.

Buffy let herself be pulled, but still managed a smirk. ((Keep ordering me around and we'll see who won't be putting out.))

((Right)) Xander laughed at her and ushered her into the lobby ahead of him, using her body as a shield to hide his own arousal in case the doorman decided to be on duty. He pushed the up button from his position behind her. ((This coming from the girl who's walking around with her pants undone.))

The doors opened and Xander guided her through into the elevator with a decisive hand on the small of her back. Buffy turned on his as soon as the doors started to close behind him. ((Don't you mean from the girl who's got the adrenaline of an eight kill night under her belt?))

((Belts already undone?)) Xander pointed out huskily.

((One step done then huh?)) Buffy leant up and pressed her lips to his again, winding her arms around his neck and pushing him back against the elevator wall while moaning into his mouth.

*

She didn't try to bite back the moan that bubbled up when her body temperature hit the boiling point. It was arousal spiked with a hint of anticipation and... fear?

[Why fear?] It was right. The feelings that couldn't be ignored. Intense throbbing pain... pleasure. Wet and heated and hard. Xander was so hard and Buffy knew it. Her body was ready for it, craved it. Wanted that first thrust that undid her and made her his.

And it had to happen.

Willow's right hand rose to the elastic band of her underwear before sliding smoothly back down. She pet herself and willed her mind not to give into this. To fight it and not force herself to need to coax away this unbearable ache by herself. But she couldn't think if she couldn't even stand up straight, now could she? Her fingers parted her slick lips and circled her clit once... again, this time with a hard pinch that she yelped at...

*

Xander's Apartment Building

Buffy tangled her fingers in his dark hair while her tongue swiped wildly past his and deep into his mouth. She moaned with the intensity of her kiss when she felt Xander respond and push his tongue back against hers, his hand at her hips while he pressed his hardness into her stomach.

His tongue flicked out against her lower lip and she started to suck on her upper one in a lopsided kiss. Xander groaned and tugged the lower pouty one into his mouth and bit lightly, earning a high pitched whine that was quashed when he completely covered her mouth, his hands working to push her jeans down some.

((Whatareya doin'?))

((Dunno... just... I need...))

Buffy shut her eyes and dropped her hands from their grip on his hair to the hem of her tank top. She tossed him a hazily aroused smile, pulled back from his kiss and yanked the thin top over her head. ((Not gonna make it to the apartment.)) She was kissing him again and pushing him backwards across the small space.

Xander hardly even noticed once her shirt was removed and his eager hand abandoned their 'Jeans Mission' to attach themselves to Buffy's 'girls', as he had taken to calling them. Xander was slammed back into the cold metal panel, but he distracted himself by shoving her bra up and over her breasts without removing it, but allowing himself the ability to touch her bare flesh. He covered her mouth with his own again and caught a deep moan of satisfaction that bubbled up at the connection and started attacking her jeans again.

Buffy turned her hands to do the same to him, both now looking each other in the eyes while they hurried to get rid of the unnecessary clothes. To get this done, and get it done yesterday.

His jeans dropped to his knees and he felt Buffy tug his boxers over his erection carefully. She freed him before yanking her own panties down the way her jeans had gone, kicking them both free of her legs before Xander was on her again.

His hands her on her ass and suddenly she was in the air, pushed back against the wall again and held firm by his body. Xander fastened his mouth to the side of her neck to the spot just below and behind her right ear, tonguing and lapping at it before scraping it with his teeth while Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist and reached between them. She bit her lip and eased the head of his cock through her folds once to coat him with her own juices before slipping him back up to her opening.

Her arm locked around his neck and tugged at his hair, forcing his mouth from her neck and without hesitation tilting her head to the side and fighting her tongue wetly with his, both moaning into each others' mouths, as she let her self slide down on his.

He slid in completely. Gravity brought Buffy down enough to ensure that he was locked into her, but his bruising grip on her ass brought him that much closer to that spot. That one where they were one being and the melding caused her to whine out loud. Whimper his name and bite against his lips. He could feel her vaginal walls stretching to fit him and he started thrusting, bringing her down hard to meet his every movement while the ding of the passing floors sounded distantly from above. It didn't matter. They didn't have a lot of time. They didn't need a lot of time. Xander revelled in the silky, hot, wet feel of her clenching him inside her, preparing to catapult into orgasm around him and oh God did he want to feel that. Lived for that.

*

Wrong or right, Willow's fingers stopped their insistent circling of her clit and pushed down. She slipped the tips of two inside her body and was instantly able to feel the heated pulsing of her muscles. Her body needed this, she settled and gathered two fingers and thrust them in.

Her body jerked and she swallowed her vocal response while she pumped them in and out of her as quickly as she could, trying to match the rhythm that she felt Xander setting in her mind. Felt both Buffy and Xander slamming into each other to create, hard and fast.

Leaning towards right more and more with each pass.

Her fingers slid easily against the liquid surging and her muscles gripped them on every entry. Willow rotated her hand in a gentle roll each time she pressed into herself and smashed the heel of her hand into her clit. Her hips were moving in accordance to her hand, wanting to achieve that release and striving to force her body over the edge. "Yeessss. GodXander.... Xan... feel you! Ohhhhdon't... don't stop.... keep going!"

*

((Feel you... want to... wantto feel you...)) Buffy moaned and tried to roll her hips back against his assault. ((Keep goingyesss... please, Xan... keepgoing)) Xander complied wordlessly. Xander could feel the sweat on his forehead and it just turned her on more, he was working her body so hard. Determined to pleasure her. Always... always wanted to make her happy. He held her up against the wall and she loved the feeling of him inside of her... the tight resistance of her own boundaries simply giving into Xander's girth for the simple reason that this must be right... meant to be.

((Xa... Xan... Xan, ohohohohGaw... faster Xander... gofaster)) Her mind had trouble stringing together that string of syllables, so all her mouth had been able to get out was a high pitched whine that matched Xander's groans perfectly. But all the blood pounding in her ears made those sounds seem distant. Xander managed to pick up his already frantic pace, as he filled her in every way possible, making her tremble in his arms and stroke into her into her with the ferocity that she needed to bring her off.

How long was this lasting? Hours... must be. Buffy's eyes clenched shut and opened turned to the bright lights fastened to the ceiling, Xander's mouth back at her neck leaving half formed kisses intermingled with restrained bites. He lived on the seventh floor. They were at five... so close and they were only at the fifth floor... could be make her come that fast. Buffy so desperately wanted that. More than anything...

((Bet your ass)) Xander's hands gripped her flesh tighter and he slammed her down hard once. A pay back of sorts for letting her thoughts wander and Buffy was snapped back to the present with a scream.

He felt her building up, tittering at the edge and breathing hard to keep form falling over just yet. ((I wanna feel you)) he turned back her earlier statement and the slippery vice that was sucking on his hard flesh clenched and released him on a hard inward thrust. "GOD!!" his voice was choked and gravely "Buffff..." ((Please... pleaseBuffy... let me... letmeplease... need you...)) He felt the hard tip of her nipples against his chest while they scraped him through his shirt and his groin tightened and tingled, eliciting a sharp thrust that Buffy slammed her hips back to match.

*

Willow could come right now if she let herself. But she willed it way.

She kept moving her hand hard, not bothering to stave off the moans while tossing her head to the side. She kept her eyes open and focused on the wall opposite the bed and counted her breath while her body grew taut under her ministrations.

But they weren't done yet. They were fighting her orgasm as well as their own and the shared amazement at that fact. Willow swallowed and bit her lower lip while her walls continued to flutter over her sticky, coated digits.

*

Buffy's inner muscles fluttered lightly around his invading hardness. So full from the intensity of his throbbing penetration and pinned back to the Berber carpet covered walls of the too bright elevator. Xander tilted his head up and barked out her name, a rough exhalation of breath reverberating throughout the small confines.

He fought for controlling breath while his hands gripped her ass in a firm hold. He flexed his fingers against her skin in time with his thrusts and he slammed into her. His pace was quick and hard, relentless in his pounding. He thought it funny that Buffy would sometimes start out the horny one, but a good thirty seconds into the act she had him hammering into her with ruthless aggression... Buffy just, from the start had been able to bring that much out of him.

Xander's strokes were short and fast, hardly inside of her before pivoting back out... hardly out before he was back, forcing her body to squeeze him in. He loved that each and every time it was a struggle to enter his paradise – it made it that much more worth it when she throbbed around him when he succeeded. Of all the things Buffy had hated about the Slayer, the benefit of always sharing the revelling wonder at her tightness and the pleasure it was able to bring both of them with her boyfriend was not one of them.

And it just felt so good. She was losing consciousness... the room darkening and spinning and it wasn't a throb... shattering. That's what her body was doing. Just like the night at the drive in, Buffy recognized. Her body was shattering apart while Xander's was posted helpless as he crumpled. She couldn't think, hear; she just shut off in his arms with the far off hope that Xander would be able to keep them locked together. All she was able to comprehend was that she needed him to feel this... what she was feeling and she wanted the same from him. Buffy was barely coherent enough to respond while he licked at her mouth, dry from the panting breaths, and slammed back into her rolling hips.

((Ugghhbuff... Buufff...))

His body was still moving hard but unevenly within her, and an unbridled scream echoed through both their minds. She felt him, heard him...

The voice. Buffy recognized it from before, but her body continued to climb in anticipation for release. Needing it now, and she couldn't stop it. But the voice sounded like...

The ding of the sixth floor sounded but his hummed groan drowned it out. It was too much and he couldn't hold it back. He didn't want to and when his cock erupted in that first full hard pulse Buffy's body jerked against him hard and sent them both tumbling back again. ((Willow?)) Xander hit the metal wall again with a grunt, wanting to question her but his mind wouldn't let him. It was single minded and focused on finishing the task... not quiet done with her yet. He was still coming and now, Buffy's scream and the slight contractions he felt against his dick inside her, told him that she was joining him welcomingly. He turned their positions around again and pinned her back into the wall, holding them both steady while their bodies pulsed and buzzed in the secondary feelings of the moment.

"You heard that too?"

*

Three minutes... was it even that long...

That's all it had taken them.

Willow had been ready at around three, but had reduced herself to tears tying to wait for them. She wanted to draw every sensation that she could from the two of them, and it had been worth it.

She had screamed for them... with them as the feelings tore through her. But it was different than before. It was complete and she finally felt... satisfied.

Her clit was still throbbing while she continued a much more relaxed petting of her sex. She could feel her face still burning and her fingers were sticky and... ((Willow?)) The redhead snapped up in the bed and looked around the room. She was alone and she knew it, but that most definitely was Buffy's voice. She thought she had heard it earlier, but couldn't focus on any actual sounds at that point. Now it was confirmed.

"Willow?" a real voice sounded in the room and the door knob turned before she could react. "Dawn said you were... naked in bed..." Tara eyed her flushed girlfriend staring at he wide eyed from the center of the room.

She jolted up flushed and still panting while Tara continued her examination of her from the doorway. The blonde witch seemed to jerk out of her surprised stupor and stepped quickly into the room and shut the door behind her, even though Willow still seemed to be too out of it to care.

"I... I..."

"I can see," Tara smiled a little and watched as her girlfriend slid off the bed, oddly unable to meet her eyes directly, and headed to the closet. Willow pulled out a robe and tied it around herself.

The redheaded Wicca took a deep breath with her back still towards Tara and tried to think of what she could say. She knew for a fact that Tara wouldn't be upset that she was masturbating... she might be upset if she knew what she was touching herself to. She just needed a reason for why she now seemed to be ashamed about it. If she could pull off acting normal – which was proving to be a stretch – she would be in the free and clear. "I thought you were going to be on campus longer," she managed finally and then turned with, what she hoped, was a warm smile. She needed it to mask the nervous flutters that were still deviating in the pit of her stomach. "I... I missed you..." That bit she had learned from Xander over the past couple weeks. Whenever he got in trouble with Buffy he would make the puppy eyes, that Willow was now wearing, and tell his girlfriend that he missed her or he loved her; and Buffy's insides would get all warm and quivery and she would forgive him before she even realized it. Willow pouted down at the floor for effect and looked up at Tara through her eyelashes. It always worked like a charm.

Tara's mouth quirked into a half smile while she eyed pensive Willow, who was still standing across the room, and she strode slowly towards her. "I finished early," she explained on the way. "When I got here and Dawnie said that you weren't feeling well..."

"Well you're here now," Willow smiled genuinely and slipped her arms low around Tara's waist and pulled her closer. She left the blonde no choice but to give into the gentle tug and soon found herself wrapped in a pair of arms, herself. "...all better..." Willow leant forward and brushed a half formed kiss past her girlfriend's lips and Tara tightened her hold.

"So you took care of everything yourself?" Tara purred with a hint of disappointment in her voice when while Willow continued to trail her lips over the side of her cheek and down the side of her neck.

"There might still be a few... things," the redhead lapped against her pulse point and bit down sharply. "Always better when you're here anyway." She let Tara's hands tug at the knot of the belt rope and pull it free, leaving the terrycloth open down the middle, and she reached with her hand to guide the blonde into a deep kiss.

"Well," Tara mumbled and slipped her hand up Willow's stomach and cupped her breast in a warm palm, unknowingly tweaking and massaging her girlfriend's guilt away. "We'll just have to take care of that..."

*

Xander's Apartment

Buffy was glaring at Xander from his recliner while he sat on the couch watching TV. That elevator debacle might be the last time she consented to sex in public with him, the big prick. Xander smiled at her name calling but never turned to face her and Buffy worked on glaring harder.

The smug fucker had, as usual when there was something important to be discussed, distracted her with details that he thought were funny, but were most decidedly not. Details like how elevators have cameras in them, which she hadn't even considered when he was fucking her in one, but had been so astutely pointed out once he had pulled out... and then waved into the corner with a bright smile. Pig.

Then, when the doors were sliding open and she had been working furiously to replace her rapidly discarded clothes, succeeding with everything but her pants, Xander had scooped up the last remaining article and sprinted from the elevator, laughing and smiling the whole way and forcing her to have no other choice but to follow him down the hall bottomless. So fucking inconsiderate of the opposite sex, who couldn't just unzip and have the job be halfway done.

((Somebody could have seen me)) she pouted, not for the first time.

((Nobody saw you)) Xander refuted with a hint of humor in his voice and he finally clicked off the TV after picking up a stray hint that Buffy was still thinking about and wanted to talk about the end of the 'experience' they had just had... the familiar voice... ((Except maybe Paul and Randy in the security center))

Buffy frowned harder and folded her arms over her chest while she pretended to not watch Xander stand from the couch and approach her. He briefly gave her puppy dog eyes, to which she huffed at, before turning with a renewed smile and flopping down in the chair on top of her. The Slayer couldn't help but laugh while her boyfriend made a show of settling in and being comfortable with her whole body smooshed beneath his.

Xander grabbed the arm rests to brace himself against Buffy's struggle for freedom and he laughed with her. ((Plus, everybody in this building has seen a naked girl before... no kids remember."

She finally managed to duck her head under his arm, and she looked at him with dishevelled hair and through the half head lock her new position put her in. "Not everybody has seen me naked," she was breathing a little harder and still working to shift higher against the back rest. "You want everybody in your building to know what your girlfriend looks like naked... while you laugh..."

"Can I charge?"

Buffy growled at him and before Xander could react he was tossed over the arm rest and he landed on the floor with a loud thud. "Now I can laugh," she added proudly while trying to smooth out her hair. "... Stupid head."

"Stupid head?" Xander asked as he pushed himself up using the armrest that he had just been forced over. "You'd think that for an abusive spouse you'd have more insulting names to call me."

"I do," her voice was a higher pitch that she used when she was trying to convince somebody of something, and, as an added bonus, Xander thought it was cute when she got all full of conviction and pouty. "I just don't want to hurt your ego." ((And I'm not abusive))

((Sometimes it's hard to leave the Slayer in the cemetery)) "Oh, thank you for sparing me that Hell," Xander replied sarcastically without missing a beat. He slid back into the chair, this time at her side and shifted, with only minimal obligatory protest, so that he was lying in Buffy's previous position and she was lying on top of him. He settled her between his slightly spread legs and wrapped his arms across her stomach and Buffy immediately began playing with the hairs on them. "Maybe you don't call me worse names because Willow would kick your ass if she heard you do it."

Buffy was silent and he felt the previous humor all melt away from her body. "You think she would hear me if I did?"

"She is very perceptive..."

((That's not what I mean Xander)) her reprimand was sharp but her facial expression didn't belay it.

((I know))

"Do you think..."

"That you heard her?"

"Didn't you? Didn't you feel that."

Xander held Buffy tighter and shut his eyes. He didn't want to go accusing anybody, especially his best friend if he weren't a hundred percent sure. With the link, in the beginning then they began to be able to feel each other, it took him and Buffy so much concentration to be able to tune it in. Over time it got easier... became second nature, but in the beginning he had to seek her out and want to feel everything with her. Now he was looking for proof and he was searching himself to find any hint of Willow...

"I mean," Buffy continued distractedly while still twisting his arm hair between her fingers. "I've come before, but these last few times... and that was definitely not your voice, that was..."

((Do you feel that?)) Xander cut her off suddenly.

"What?"

((Shhh...)) he beckoned and squeezed his eyes shut further. There was something in the back of his mind... something... a light tingle shot down his body and he squeezed Buffy back at the sensation. It wasn't either of theirs even though, at his prompting Buffy's eyes slipped shut and she rocked back against his lap. ((Concentrate on that, Buffy. Do you feel that?))

The blonde bit her lip and worked on doing what she was told. It seemed fruitless, but Xander seemed to be so content on something besides her own growing arousal surging through his body. A tiny tingle flashed between her legs and Buffy made a quiet gasp... that was... she... it felt...

And then a moan.

A moan that was the exact same as the one that they had heard earlier in the night... and the night before... and then ((...Taaarraaa.....))

Xander sucked in a breath and opened his eyes. He surprised even himself when he regained his bearings that his right hand had slipped down from Buffy's stomach and was now palming the hot space between her legs, his fingers flexing slightly, and she was letting him. That in itself didn't surprise him... the fact that it had been initiated without conscious thought, did... conscious thought on his part, at least.

Buffy's eyes opened too and she was transfixed by the sight of Xander cupping her on top of her jeans. Her voce was barely a whisper, "She can hear us."

"And feel us," Xander added. He stopped Buffy's subtle rocking motion against his pelvis with one hand. He thought abstractly that they should go over to Buffy's house and confront Willow right then since what they had been picking up from her was anything but new now, but he gasped in surprise when Buffy broke his resistance with a particularly hard grind against the erection that was beginning to pulse.

((We can feel her)) her hips were rolling forward and back again in a fluid movement – the hardness beneath her resting tightly against the space at the bottom curve of her ass and between her legs. She could feel the passion, the faint tracings of erotic longing coupled with the feelings... the pulsing, hammering, throbbing; the ghost touches of another who wasn't there. Knowing what was being done without being fully aware... only being able to imagine that you could see where you felt the pressure of fingers and the moist suction of lips. Buffy was grinding back hard against the invasion of Xander's cock behind her and she bit her lip to compliment her moan. ((Doesn't it feel good...))

Xander was huffing breath into the back of her neck and Buffy's eyes rolled shut, her head falling back and to the side, giving him an invitation that he would never turn down and he closed his lips around the side of her throat. He scraped his teeth over the blushing skin and groaned, his hands holding her hips firmly in place while he arched off the seat and pulled her down. His mouth slid all over and around the spot on Buffy neck that made her whimper and make this purring sound that never failed to make him all the more hard, be it inside her or against her... just as long as he was touching her... ((Doessss...you feel so gooooddd...))

"...yeahh..." Buffy seemed to be fighting for breath and working to gyrate her hips against his thrusts. The movement... Xander pushing hard against her through layers of clothes, while it always aroused her, wasn't nearly as useful when she was experiencing it from behind... but this time, her clit was pulsing and throbbing and she could feel the space between her legs saturated with her liquid heat. It already felt like it was being manipulated so expertly that she dropped her hand between her legs she yelped at the sharp relieving pain that her own pressure caused.

((YESSSS... OhgodGOD!! YEaaa...))

Xander bit down into the side of Buffy's neck and the pressure in his dick increased ten fold. He could hear the chanting in his mind... not in Buffy's voice, overtly. He could hear Buffy, but that's not who he was focused on. He was listening to Willow. Willow's pants and moans and exonerations, and his best friend was so fucking horny... she was... she wassss...

((Like that, baby... keep.... keeeeppgoinggg...))

It was something in them that they could both feel but neither could pinpoint. A pressure that made Buffy's femininity feel full even thought the pressure was on it and not inside... a clench in his abdomen and groin that tightened his balls and made his cock throb with a yearning to end this... to come. He was forced to stop yanking her down and simply rub her willing body hard against his own. He was grunting and shuddering and just barley over her shoulder he could see Buffy's hand pressing against her clit through her jeans.

((Feel you... I... I can...))

((Buuffffyyyy... ohGODD... I...))

((Wills... I can... we can...))

She was talking to her... their best friend. She was talking to her right now in the middle of...

Xander's eyes clenched shut and he was set off like a thousand falling dominoes. It started with Buffy, who arched and ground down on him one final time, giving herself over to him to finish with her as he pleased while she groaned at the release of pressure. Then Willow, and Buffy moaned again. The second orgasm, no matter how vicarious, making her already tender pussy throb harder on nothing. He heard Willow's screams of pleasure as loudly as if she were sitting on the couch across from them. He was rubbing his aching length against Buffy's ass and focusing of Willow still... feeling what she felt and living what Buffy did... then he fell. It was a relief that would be an annoyance once he got blood back to his brain, and he would have to get out of the uncomfortably wet and sticky jeans in a hurry, but just as his world erupted against Buffy's still writhing and panting form he didn't care.

He felt his cum spreading down the inside of his thighs once the moment had passed and he relaxed back against the chair with a heavy sigh. Buffy moved with him incoherently and bonelessly as she relaxed against his body. ((Made a mess, here)) he chuckled, but it sounded a little forced... not under-appreciated, but revealing his continued lack of lucidity. He laughed again against the side of Buffy's neck ((You too))

She smiled loosely and sighed out her agreement. "That was..."

"I felt her that time... definitely felt..."

"We were talking," Buffy was speaking quietly and without revealing any positive of negative emotion. "She knew what we were doing... that we knew, and we..."

"I heard," Xander kissed against her neck, both coming down off the endorphin cloud... he thought. A thought lingering in the back of Buffy's mind made him pause. "You, uh... you..."

"It was good," Buffy cut him off and turned slightly so that she was looking at him from an odd angle. She reached across her body and cupped Xander's chin, pulling him into a light kiss. "I could feel her and..."

"You like that?" Buffy nodded at him and Xander gulped. Nervousness about what that might mean shot through him because he could feel the same pass through Buffy. All of the sudden he wanted nothing more than to be out of that chair. He wanted to take a shower and get out of those pants... but Buffy wasn't moving. She was looking through his mind just as clearly and meticulously as she was searching his eyes. She was reading him and seeing things that, now, were so close to the surface. Things that Xander was fighting tooth and nail to suppress because of what they would mean, but then, she stopped.

Buffy smiled at him nervously and caught his lower lips between both of hers. She moaned into his mouth as she flicked her tongue against it before opening her lips to take his whole mouth. Tongues probing immediately and insistently, sucking and nipping, and Xander pulled back quickly when he felt Buffy's thought... the one he didn't want her to pick up in his own mind, and he looked directly into her eyes.

"You want to try it too."

*

Summers' House

Tara was smiling at her, brushing her hair back from her face. Laying side by side the blond witch held her lover, who just moments before was screaming from a pleasure that she had caused, leant forward and pressed a contrastingly chaste kiss to her lips.

"Think Dawnie heard that?" she asked with an impish grin and matching breathy giggle.

Willow's eyes were unfocused still... in the after glow... in shock... Buffy had, no. Both Buffy and Xander had picked up on her. They knew. They knew that she could be one with them and they had gotten off with her on that fact. They had taken her pleasure and made it their own and...

Willow didn't much mind that fact. Oh God, did she want to mind, but she had been doing the same thing to them. Taking from them as often as she pleased.

"Hope not," she answered distractedly.

"Yeah," Tara laughed and continued to trace her fingers over the skin of Willow's exposed shoulder. "We should leave the birds and the bees talk to Buffy." She received a nod, but could tell that her girlfriend was just barely in the room with her.

Willow could sense Tara staring at her and she plastered a smile on her face. She pushed forward the short distance and took her lips between her own, pressing their nude bodies closer together under the dishevelled covers. They may be kissing slowly, languidly, but Willow's mind was moving at a rate that was the polar opposite of her lips and tongue.

Buffy and Xander had joined her. Had wanted to. Had done what they were doing with her solely because she was... Buffy had talked to her, said she could feel her and Xander was there. Xander was so deep in her mind the whole time, feeling with her... with them... and now...

Willow's brow furrowed into the kiss. Now they knew and... there wasn't anger. She had felt a tingle of frustration earlier, but not anymore. Now they...

((Gonna stop this.))

*

Giles' House. Jan, 18. 3:10 PM

Willow had never tried so hard to actively avoid two people in her whole life... especially since she lived with them both. Well, not Xander, but he was there enough. She knew that they should talk about the night before, that they needed to, but when Buffy came in that morning and they locked eyes across the kitchen, something innate in Willow made her literally flee from the room.

Before Buffy could even address her Willow had called for Tara and told her that she was ready to go to campus. The redhead felt like shit because Tara had been the one to wave brightly at the Slayer and wish her a good day. However, she took the smallest hint of comfort in the pang of guilt she felt from Buffy at the greeting. The other woman must have been so affected by Tara's genuineness that she didn't even think of mentioning what had happened the night before.

The rest of the day after that first encounter had been a success. If you count feeling so guilty that you were on the verge of vomiting up the breakfast you didn't eat, a success. Willow had managed through extreme concentration managed to tune them out of her mind. She busied herself with everything and about school, math, song lyrics... anything that she could think of to not hear them.

Except when she picked up that they were talking about her, which was few and far in between. She was thinking about them so she knew that it had to go both ways, just, it seemed that the two of them had worked out a code or found a loophole that allowed them to communicate without her being privy to it.

It didn't matter now though, Willow thought with a determined grin. It was going to end soon... as soon as she found The Balthzas Chronicles that had the reversal spell in it – the ancient text that was going to save her life.

She left campus and went straight to Giles'. She told him the bare minimum of information, simply saying that she thought of another aspect of the connection that she wanted to test. Giles had nodded and told her to report back to him with the new information and Willow had happily agreed. She'd report to the whole world when she wasn't being driven insane anymore.

She was working as quickly and as thoroughly as possible in translating the text so that she could understand it for no other reason than she knew that Buffy was coming by with Dawn after school. She really would rather not have an actual conversation about the link, so much as tell the Slayer that she was going to reverse it and make it like it never happened. Like they hadn't called out to each other in the heat of a three-way orgasm hours before. Like that thought hadn't been far from Willow's mind all day...

She shook her head to clear it and mumbled herself through the translations. Sunnydale High was fifteen minutes away and the school day was over and 2:48 which meant that Buffy would have to collect Dawn: ten minutes, get to her car: another five, get through after school traffic: at least twenty...

"Why can't I just drive the car to Kit's house?!" Dawn's whine preceded the actual opening of Giles' front door and the Wicca jumped in her seat.

"Because it's my car, and I say that you can't." Buffy protested in her authority figure tone that her little sister always rolled her eyes at.

"Why do you insist on ruining my life?!"

"Because it's so much fun..." Buffy trailed off when she trailed Dawn into the living room and found herself face to face with Willow. The Slayer shifted a little bit nervously but the tried to shake herself out of it. "Willow... hi."

"Hey," the redhead greeted in kind. "I, uh..."

"Looking stuff up?" Dawn asked and bounced over to Willow's side – so innocently naive to the situation and the heavy tension. Willow tried not to look up at Buffy as she moved around the room and Xander kept telling her to relax... reminding her that Willow was her best friend, but that didn't seemed to be Buffy's problem. There was something else... an inkling in the back of Willow's mind, a nervousness that went well beyond being caught in the middle of an intimate moment. It felt like Buffy was hiding something and searching for the right way to reveal it.

"Yep," she managed a grin at Dawn.

"More telepathy stuff?" the teen sounded disinterested but then glanced up to her sister, who had meandered over to the side of the table to see what Willow was doing. "This is the most interesting thing that's ever happened to you... might be your first cool story ever."

Buffy was reading the captions to Xander silently and working to figure out exactly what Willow had in mind. "All the apocalypses are over shadowed by voices in my head?"

"There wasn't enough Xander in your apocalypse stories," Dawn shrugged and headed for the kitchen. "Plus how many times can you save the world and still want credit... its like beating a dead horse..."

"I'll remember that next time somebody wants to suck a mystical ball of energy into another dimension," Buffy said somewhat snidely, and Dawn returned the contrived gesture before disappearing from the room.

Buffy cleared her throat after her little sister left and the room was cast into an unnatural silence. "Umm... Giles here?"

Willow nodded, "Upstairs. Said to call if anything came up."

"Anya here?" Buffy asked next and let her fingers trail abstractly over the oak finished table that Willow was sitting at, and got another nod. "Upstairs?" Willow nodded. "Ew," the Slayer frowned tightly.

((Tell me about it)) Xander grimaced with her, and Buffy noticed Willow tense.

"Wills," she stared and sank slowly down into a seat next to her. "Last night... we..."

"Tara's got a study group again tonight," the Wicca interrupted and Buffy looked confused. "I want to try something," she gestured towards the book she was looking at.

"Xander and I think that we should all sit and talk about this..."

"I don't think we need to," Willow shut the book and stood up. She crossed the room and left Buffy sitting alone at the table. "I just need to fix it."

Buffy nodded and glanced towards the kitchen where Dawn was. ((We can fix it...)) She rolled her eyes when she heard a loud crash from upstairs that was followed by a series of giggles.

"I DIDN'T DO IT!" Dawn yelled from the kitchen.

Buffy shook her head. ((It's just... it still happened... we still wanted it...))

"Who said that?!" Willow rebuffed louder than necessary and Buffy looked at her like she had gone crazy, gesturing sharply to her head. "And I don't want to do that!"

((Willow)) Xander pleaded. ((Just... it's just easier...))

She looked down at her feet ashamed before turning and flopping down on the couch so that she wasn't looking at Buffy.

((What do you want to do?)) Xander asked, his voice coming in clearly as if from nowhere.

((To reverse it)) Willow said simply. ((I don't want this)) She cut her eyes to Buffy and was met with a blank look after having picked up the idle question as to whether or not she was sure. ((I found a book and I'm going to reverse it))

((All of it?)) Buffy asked. A part of her didn't want to give up her connection with Xander, and Willow was making it sound so absolute. She didn't want to not have Xander like she had now, but she didn't want Willow to feel so uncomfortable and because of it... she'd give it up for the sake of her friendship. She didn't dwell on the fact that she didn't mind the fact that Willow was in her mind when she was with Xander, didn't focus on the part of her that was intrigued by the extra presence and sensations.

((Enough of it... I don't know how much I have to undo to take me out of it...))

Xander spoke purely out of a sense of responsibility. Not for what he wanted, or what he knew Buffy wanted, but for his best friend. Whatever she needed, if it cost him everything, he would try his hardest to get it for her. ((Whatever you need to do)). He felt Buffy pause at the emotion in his voice, and knew just as well as he did that it was true... he'd do anything for Willow, but...

((I love you, Buffy)) He said regardless of the fact that he shouldn't even need to for her to know what he felt. How could she not when she was so completely a part of him.

Willow nodded at the Slayer and Buffy sighed and agreed. ((Whatever you have to do.))

((I have to do this)) Willow didn't know why she sounded so desperate, and couldn't help it.

((Is Giles...))

((I haven't told him)) Willow looked sheepishly out the window. ((I... I don't know how much detail I can go into...)) Buffy nodded for both she an her boyfriend. ((I want to try this tonight while Tara's on campus. She doesn't have to know.)) She received another nod.

((And Dawn's sleeping at a friend's house)) Buffy spoke just as the teenager re-emerged from the kitchen with a plate of nachos in hand. ((No interruptions))

((No mistakes)) Xander tossed in. ((What time?))

*

Summers' House. Jan, 18. 8:58 PM

They had agreed on 9 PM on the reversal time before Buffy had left Giles' to take Dawn to her friend's house. The Slayer had tried to keep the situation as casual as possible and before she had left her Watcher's she implored Willow to tell him that she still counted it as robbing the cradle, since he looked a lot older than Anya. That had made the redhead crack the smallest smile... but it died when she realized that after dropping off Dawn, Buffy would probably go looking for her boyfriend. She didn't want to have to deal with any 'departing' carnal activities in their preparation for that night.

But to her surprise, that hadn't even come up. They were talking again, and doing what ever it was that they did that made it unintelligible in her mind. Willow favored that less than hearing everything because now she was left wondering.

Willow was still wondering when she had shown up at Buffy's house around 8 to set up and found the place empty. She worked alone in silence until about fifteen minutes ago when Buffy had returned and said, rather dismissively, that Xander was held up at work. She suggested that Willow just do her first and then Xander could wait until later... she flushed a little when she had said that and Willow tried, somewhat more successfully to fight her own.

She was a little suspicious since Willow doubted what he could be doing that late at night. ((Paper work)) Buffy answered her shortly on one of her many hurried, borderline nervous trips, in and out of the room. The Slayer was a flurry of movement and Xander was oddly silent, especially for him, and Willow didn't like that she couldn't get a straight read on either of them.

Buffy came back into the room finally with two minutes left before 9, sipping a can of Diet Coke and sat down on one of the cleared areas in the makeshift circle on the floor. The Slayer didn't even attempt to meet her gaze, instead focusing on the relics that were bathed in candle light around the room.

Buffy watched as Willow lit the last candle and cast the Summers' living room into yellow bathed shadows. "Are the candles always a must when magic is being done?" the Slayer asked while thumbing through one of the books that Willow had on the floor.

"Well," the Wicca, "generally yeah. It's something to do with the power of flame..." she sat down in front of Buffy and pulled the book from her grasp. What the candles stood for didn't really matter and she was having trouble reading Buffy's thoughts to find out if there was a deeper meaning behind the seemingly off-the-wall question. She smiled when Buffy looked up at the action. "We can start," she justified decisively.

"What powers do the flames have?" Buffy asked and folded her legs under herself to mirror Willow's seated position so that they were facing each other. Her friend narrowed her eyes at her briefly before shaking her suspicions away and forcing another smile.

Willow took a deep breath and shrugged. Buffy was definitely skeptical and she vaguely caught a passing reference to 'mood lighting' when the Slayer scanned the room and maintained her neutral expression. "I'm summoning ancient deities here. If they want candles, then candles they shall have." Buffy just looked at her and Willow sighed. "It's to reconnect with their power and keep myself grounded in the light, hence the white candles."

The Slayer smiled now at the response. "If you're going digging in my brain I like to know the details," she shrugged. "So... who are we summoning? Hexte? Zeus?"

"Hecate, and yes as an added protection." The Wicca didn't need to use the link to pick up the spike of worry that went through the Slayer. "And not Zeus. No Greek mythology here." ((But I am surprised that you would know that.))

((Why?))

Willow looked straight into Buffy's eyes when she heard the question, noticing that the blonde didn't even sound affronted, so much as acceptingly curious, but then ducked when the contact became too prolonged. She didn't want her friend to know that she had heard her. "I... um... I'm calling on one I've never summoned before. He was mentioned in a book Giles gave me..."

((Olokun)) Buffy caught Willow's eyes again in the yellow light of the living room. She sat directly across from the redhead and didn't even smile or blink. She just kept her face a mask of neutral acceptance. "North eastern native American god of the unconscious," Buffy whispered only loud enough for Willow to hear.

((What the... How in the hell...))

((Did I know that?)) Willow flushed red and tried to duck away, but Buffy's boring gaze would not be denied and she reached out and rested her hand lightly on her friend's knee. "I heard you think it," she said when Willow looked at her again. "And I know that you can hear me." ((Me and Xan.))

Willow looked up shocked and shook her head slightly. ((Shit)) "I... I can't... I don't know what you're..."

"Then why 'shit'?" Buffy asked with her mouth quirking into a slight smile.

Willow still looked like a deer caught in headlights and she scrambled for the book with the spell she wanted to enact in it.

"Cuz you're scared," Buffy kept speaking calmly while her friend was a flurry of anxious movement. "And you're ashamed."

"Buffy," Willow stopped and frowned. She shut her eyes briefly with a sigh. "Stop it, ok." Her voice seemed to be pleading and Buffy had the nerve to giggle. "I want to fix this." She was becoming angry with her friend and spoke with a little bite.

"You're ashamed because you want to fix it now," Buffy corrected, still wearing a smile. "Three weeks after the fact." The Slayer paused and looked into her friend's eyes again and her mouth quirked into a half smile. "After you've gotten yourself off to your..."

"Stop it."

"You didn't think we would know that you touched yourself to us... you listened in on me and Xander's most intimate moments..."

"I'm going to start," Willow tried to ignore Buffy's eerily indifferent tone while she looked around her seat for her talisman. "Where the hell is..."

"...the pendant of Urse?" Buffy finished and then smiled at the redhead's semi-angry flush. "Right here," she reached to the object at her side and held it up for Willow.

Her jaw was shaking with her frustration and she leant forward slightly to grab the talisman from Buffy's hand, when the Slayer made no move to hand it over. Didn't she want this over? Or was her discomfort some sort of sick joke between her and Xander now? They knew what the other was thinking... feeling... was Xander somewhere laughing his ass off at her? Willow stumbled slightly forward in her attempt to avoid setting her top on fire over a candle that sat between her self and Buffy, but was steadied when the Slayer caught her shoulder.

The Wicca looked up and saw that Buffy's annoying smirk had disappeared and she was just staring at her – her eyes darting all over her face while she held her steady with a firm hold.

"Here," Buffy whispered and pressed the pendant into Willow's awaiting hand, but didn't with draw her grip right away. She lingered against the warmth of her hand, Willow still kneeling in front of her, and then let her hand trail up Willow's shoulder to the side of her face.

Buffy wasn't even thinking. She had made it a point not to, and she felt Willow mining her thoughts. She gripped her chin and pushed forward slightly. The move should have been obvious at that point, but Willow had made no protestations against what Buffy seemed to be initiating... was initiating.

She was kissing her. Kissing Buffy. Buffy was kissing her. Willow felt the soft pillowy warmth against her lips and she sighed. Her exhale turned into a gasp when Buffy pulled away suddenly, leaving the chaste kiss, but still lightly holding her face in place and staying so close. Close enough so that to look into her eyes they almost had to cross and yet she still scanned her face for understanding. For some sort of reaction.

((You didn't stop me.)) Buffy finally said softly, letting her fingers move slightly against the soft skin of Willow's cheek.

((You kissed me)) Willow countered. ((You can't accuse me of something you...)) her defensive protests were cut off when Buffy rubbed her lips over hers again, not kissing, just touching before pulling back and looking her in the eyes again.

((Xander's been thinking about that)) the Slayer smiled slightly. ((You knew that didn't you?))

Her breath came out in a shaky exhalation and she nodded. ((Is that why?))

Buffy pressed forward again and this time felt Willow react, shimming closer to her seat on the floor when their lips met. The Slayer tilted her head slightly this time and opened her lips against Willow's closed ones. She caught the sharp gasp of surprise, but then found Willow's mouth open slightly as if on reflex – felt the tip of Willow's tongue slip into her mouth the tiniest bit. ((You've been thinking about it too)) Buffy was whispering so as to keep the moment as relaxed as possible, trying to hide her own nervousness when she impulsively shot her tongue out to meet Willow's shallow probing.

((You're scared)) the redhead commented and continued the slow gentle kiss. She brought her hand that was holding the charm up and rested it lightly on the back of Buffy's neck. She could feel the slight shiver that ran through her, but beyond that she could feel her heart beating out of control in her chest. A million fears and questions raced through the Slayer's mind, including one that almost made Willow pause.

She and Xander had known for quite some time that Willow could hear them... feel them. They had discussed it and decided that they kind of liked it, that they could get off on her reaction to them. And then Buffy had used the link to tease Xander... make him imagine them together. Kissing and touching. His two girls in front of him...

Xander had wanted to see that so much. To feel Buffy kissing Willow the way she kissed him. That's what this was.

((I've never kissed a girl before)) Buffy pressed harder towards Willow when she relented the slightest bit.

((You're not too bad)) Now Willow held apprehension at the situation. Buffy wanted to please Xander...

((If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be)) Buffy sighed into Willow's mouth and pulled her closer, kissed her harder. ((Just like if you didn't want to, you wouldn't either.))

Willow's eyes snapped open and she released her hold on Buffy's neck so suddenly that the talisman fell forgotten to the floor when she shot away from the stunned Slayer. Buffy had actually thought it first, and the fact terrified her.

Tara.

Tears threatened to fall from Willow's eyes and she shifted further back from Buffy when her friend began to reach for her. She didn't like the look of concern that the blonde was wearing. She shouldn't care. It was Willow's fault in the first place that this had gotten this far. And now it was her and her alone that had betrayed the love of her life. She snorted a bitter laughter to herself. Xander could get a hard-on all he wants while his girlfriend made out with another chick and let him mentally peep.

((You can feel the Peeper too?)) Buffy asked with a good-natured tease in her voice that was aimed at a silent, but ever-present Xander. She also hoped that her attempts at levity would help calm Willow some. Her friend, all of the sudden, had a million self-depreciating putdowns repeating themselves in her mind and Buffy hated hearing that. Xander had a diminishing tendency to do the same thing.

((I'm not peeping)) Xander's voice came out too quickly and gave himself away. He could sense that Buffy wanted to reassure Willow too. He wondered briefly, but didn't dwell on the fact that Willow had wanted the kiss too. ((I'm observing quietly))

((Are you outside looking through the window?)) Buffy taunted. ((Isn't that you're prime stalking local?))

((I'll have you know, I'm in my car... parked across the street... with binoculars.)) He heard Buffy giggling in his mind and it made him smile. ((I like the white candles. We should use...))

"I can't do this," Willow erupted suddenly and pushed herself from the floor.

"Wills!" Buffy followed her movement and stood up quickly as Willow rushed past her. "Wills wait!" She watched the other woman ignore her and run up the stairs and she let her head drop. ((You had better get here)) she told Xander and let her disappointment wash over him.

((On my way. Try to talk to her in the mean time.))

Buffy nodded and headed up the stairs. Xander was only about five minutes away, on his way back from his place because he needed to get some blueprints for his project the next day.

((And by the way, sweetheart)) his voice resurfaced suddenly after a moment, interrupting Buffy's nervous staring at Willow's closed and presumed locked bedroom door. ((That was totally hot.))

Buffy smiled shortly but then heard Willow's snort of disgust and shame. "Willow," she called and reached out to touch the frame of the door. "Willow, open the door."

((I can't believe this...))

The Slayer rolled her eyes and focused on tuning out the rampage in her mind. "Just come talk... I... Willow I'm sorry. I... Xander and I misread, I guess..."

((Misread)) the Wicca snorted bitterly. ((Yeah, that's it. You misread the fact that I've been in a relationship for...))

"We're sorry, Willow," Buffy was pleading now. She reached for the door knob, "C'mon. Let's just talk it out. Friends talk, Wills. We're still friends."

((Tara trusted me)) Willow was crying behind the locked door and Buffy shut her eyes with a sigh. ((It's like anyone I'm with turns their back for three seconds and I'm all over somebody else))

Buffy turned when she heard her front door unlock and Xander's footsteps climbing the stairs quickly. "You know that's not true Willow," he denied after offering his girlfriend a weak smile as he joined her at the door. "She trusts you because she loves you. We're so sorry... you have no idea how sorry we are."

((I'll bet.)) "JUST GO AWAY!"

"Will..." Xander was stopped by Buffy's hand landing gently on his arm. She shook her head and gripped his forearm, tugging him a little way down the hall towards her room. "Buffy," he whispered harshly, "She's seriously upset, we can't just..."

"Not anymore tonight." Buffy said tiredly. "It's not going to do any good. I say we just stay out of her way until she wants to talk to us." ((If ever))

Xander was looking gravely at Willow's bedroom door, but still turned to follow Buffy into her room, shutting the door with a soft click behind him. "She's always going to be my best friend."

"Mine too," Buffy insisted, sitting down on her bed and reaching over to fiddle with the picture frames on her night table so as not to have to look Xander's steady gaze head on. "Its just that now... now's not the time to talk about it. When she calms down..."

"And that'll happen when Tara gets home? Sees her crying and wants to know why? Maybe thinks that its something she did?" Xander was pacing back and forth, "Buff this is our fault. We can't just sit here."

Buffy grinned desperately and hopefully. "Tara said that she was going to stay on campus before she left. Huge test tomorrow."

Xander stopped pacing and looked skeptically at Buffy. "On Saturday?" she nodded. "I pay taxes so that kids have tests on the weekends?!"

Buffy rolled her eyes and patted the mattress next to her, indicating for Xander to stop wigging and take a seat. He flopped dramatically to her side with a loud sigh and Buffy lay down, much more calmly beside him – laying close side-by-side and looking into his eyes. "I'd be freaked out too if my best friend kissed me and proposed that I do... things," Buffy gestured ostentatiously with her hands, "...with her and her boyfriend."

"Willow?" Xander quirked an eyebrow. "A three way with you, Wills and Ta..."

"Can you be serious for three seconds or would you explode on attempt?" Buffy cut him off with a stern glare that shut Xander up. "That's why we're having this problem in the first place."

Xander rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. "So, what? No joking? No talking? Anything else I can't do since my best friend might want to turn me into the rat I am?"

((You're not a rat))

"You're not a rat," Buffy agreed with Willow's sob racked denial. "I just... say that... Angel... Say Angel came back and kissed me." Xander tensed beside her immediately. "Exactly. You'd trust me to not kiss him back..."

"...and Willow kissed you back," Xander sighed.

Buffy looked away shyly and gnawed at her lip, "Would you leave me?"

Xander reached up and touched the tip of her chin lightly to redirect her gaze to him. "No." The Slayer looked at him skeptically. "I'm serious, Buffy. I wouldn't leave you over one kiss with Angel. I wouldn't be doing a happy dance of joy, but I wouldn't leave you. One kiss, even if you got caught up in the moment and kissed him back some..."

"What if he wanted to have sex with me?"

Xander gulped. "You wouldn't. You guys... you can't because... the soul..."

Buffy pressed over quickly and kissed his doubt away with a sweet caress. "And I would never cheat on you," she assured him. "But what if I wanted to?"

"Sleep with Ang..." Buffy nodded despite his inability to say the vampires full name. "Willow wanted..."

"Wants," Buffy corrected. "Willow wants. Present tense." Her train of thought was derailed when she heard a hurried stomp of angry footsteps in the hall, but both she and Xander jumped when their bedroom door flung open and then slammed closed, but their initial fear turned to concern when they were faced with a flushed, red eyed, and tear streaked Willow. She was standing with her back still to the door, her hand on the knob, as if she were trapping them all in. Silently telling them without even fully considering it herself, that they were going to work all of this out and it was going to happen that night.

"Willow?" Buffy was the first to stand in reaction while Xander followed her movement and sat up on his side of the bed. She and Xander had been talking, trying to do it out loud so that less thought would go into the words and hopefully they wouldn't make the situation with Willow worse. However, laying side by side on Buffy's bed the inkling both got in the backs of their minds told them that their best friend was still in tears, being racked with sobs, and feeling unbelievably guilty right down the hall... and all because of them. "Willow, what's the matter?"

((As if you don't know)) Xander questioned sarcastically and Willow sobbed loudly in response.

((Not helping, Xander)) Buffy replied tightly.

((I'm just saying; we plan this whole elaborate scheme...))

((It wasn't a scheme...))

((And we didn't even consider that she might...))

"I'm standing right here," Willow said finally in a gravelly voice. "I'm standing right here, and it was a scheme that you two planned." The couple was rendered speechless by the venom in their friend's voice. "You didn't consider me at all. You didn't even think that maybe I was happy with Tara a... and..."

"And you were so happy that you just had to get yourself off to me and Xander," Buffy interrupted harshly. It wasn't that she didn't understand Willow's rightful anger, so much as, she didn't like the feeling of being attacked. Not the Slayer, and not in her own home. "You listened in because, like it or not, you wanted to. You weren't getting something from what you have so you were taking it from us."

Oh boy.

Xander knew both Buffy and Willow had heard his slow exhale but neither turned to face him. Willow gulped and Buffy set her jaw; both signs of impending rage ebbing just below the surface of the two women... and Willow was blocking the exit...

"I can't believe that you think that this is worth what I have with Tara," Willow gestured around the room sarcastically.

"We would never..."

"Then why risk it?" Buffy interrupted her boyfriend's statement. "If it's not worth it then why did you kiss me downstairs?"

"You kissed me!"

"You did it back," Buffy defied. "You grabbed me and you kissed me back. You acted out something you've been thinking about for..."

"OH PLEASE!" the redhead laughed outright now. "Get over yourself...elves." She gulped again and her eyes were wide. "If I thought about it, it was only because I've had to sit through freaking Buffy and Xander Do Sunnydale for the past three weeks. You'd be thinking about it too."

Xander blushed and for the first time he saw a small crack in Buffy's defenses. "You didn't have to sit through it," he reminded quietly, but stayed seated on the bed. "You could have said something."

((Besides 'fucker her harder, fuck her harder'.)) Buffy commented snidely and Willow glared at her.

"Giles could have helped," Xander hoped continuing would offer some respite.

((But she didn't want that, Babe.)) Buffy turned and looked at Xander briefly, "She wanted you to fuck me. She wanted to feel it through you."

"So you thought about it to," Willow hoped she didn't sound like she was grasping at straws. Buffy had picked up enough of her mental diatribes while in the mist of fucking her boyfriend to damn all of her possible arguments for an eternity. And what did Willow have to go on? She had come in here to confront them and now she would have to stick it through... "If you knew and you heard, you just let him..." She trailed off when she saw Buffy looking at her with raised eyebrows. The Wicca sputtered when for the first time the Slayer moved away from the side of the bed, her anger seeming to phase away with each step while she studied her.

"I never denied thinking about it," Buffy admitted in a low voice. "That's why I kissed you."

Willow flushed red and was fighting to still be angry. All she had to do was think of how Tara would feel and the resentment came back. At Buffy and Xander... at herself. It didn't matter as long as it was there. And then there was Buffy, standing so close now. She had walked up; almost sauntered with a languid movement until they were standing face to face and then reached out. Her hand was even hotter against Willow's flushed cheek than the tears that stained it when she wiped them away. Willow darted her eyes all around the room, trying to focus on anything that wasn't the Slayer in front of her, but it wasn't working. Not when Buffy stood in front of her looking genuinely concerned and sorry, and not when she was pushed a step further and pulled hesitantly into the Slayer's arms in an awkward hug. She decided against her better judgment and hugged back, her arms wrapped around Buffy's waist and then she felt herself start to cry again.

"It's ok if you want this," Buffy whispered, but was surprised when Willow jerked away from her slightly. Away but not completely out of the embrace – Buffy didn't let her have that much freedom and Willow's arms stayed around her out of the fact that she had no place else to put them.

"It's not ok," Willow denied with a sniffle. "It's not ok to want to be with somebody else when you're in love. That's what being in love's about. You only ever want the one other person." Her eyes fixed with Buffy's skeptical expression and she heard Xander tell her that attraction to other people is normal no matter what. Sure, that was easy for him to say. He hadn't cheated tonight, neither of them had since they were cool with the idea of a threesome. ((With you)) She didn't even know if Xander had recognized his own thought. "Would it be ok if you wanted to have sex with Angel again? If you could say you were attracted to him," she chose Xander's scenario and asked Buffy the question. The same question that she had felt him tense to just minutes before.

"That's not the same thing," the Slayer's voice was shallow.

"Why not?"

"I love Xander," Buffy said with serious conviction. All three, at least now knew, that he was the only other man besides Angel that Buffy had uttered that statement to. Knew how significant such an utterance was in the life of the Slayer. Each day could literally be her last, yet Buffy refused to let even that open herself up completely... to anyone besides Xander, now.

"And I love Tara," the redhead matched her tone.

((And I don't love that Buffy and Deadboy's attraction will suck the world into Hell)) Xander chimed in with a well disguised bitterness.

((And I love you)) Buffy repeated to him having picked up the tone.

"Do you? If you guys are so willing to do this?" Willow's voice was accusing and disbelieving. She knew that if anything would piss Buffy off and end this argument, at least get her to let her go, it would be questioning one of the Slayer's relationships. "Maybe you don't have everything between you guys that you'd like to think... maybe you need more, too."

But Buffy didn't let go of her. She just faced her with a quiet indifference, borderline fury when she realized what Willow was insinuating. It was a face off.

Buffy and Willow. Their holds around each other's waists was a polar opposite in its genteelness as their gazes were in their hardness. Daring each other, faces almost touching, so close that they were breathing each other's breath. Of all the possible scenarios that Xander had constructed to prepare himself for the slight impossible possibility that he might actually be presented with the opportunity to have sex with Buffy and Willow none had entailed this.

An intense burning standoff where they were testing to see who would crack first. Buffy, whose nervous energy, despite her heightened arousal at the lingering conflict, was pitted in a battle of her body against her mind. Willow, who literally had everything to lose... if she gave into a desire that she had never even openly recognized until that night. She could lose if she took what she wanted.

And Xander, sitting on Buffy's bed with one leg folded beneath him and watching with an almost awed expression on his face. It wasn't that his feelings didn't count, or even that he wasn't feeling anything. The mental images streaking through both women's minds compounded by his own fantasies had him rock hard since the tension first started to build. He was feeling a whole lot of things, to say the very least. Xander had broken it down to not wanting either of his girls: his girlfriend and his best friend, to do anything they didn't feel comfortable with. No sex was worth that. He had even assured Buffy just seconds ago that he could do just fine simply imagining hot girl on girl action, he had gotten this far.

Both she and Willow had told him to shut up and had not broken their gaze. Xander now sat and regarded them with a quiet scrutiny, but still reassuring that this didn't need to happen. Not if they didn't want it to.

((But you do)) Buffy countered.

((Buff, I want it to rain Skittles too, but you don't see me doing a rain dance in the jungle with a giant stick and a bucket.))

((You did that in the 9th grade)) Willow chuckled shortly but stopped when Buffy failed to find the humor, even when her boyfriend huffed dejectedly and sat back with a pout against the headboard.

((If you don't want this then why are you in here? Why don't you just turn around and go)) The Slayer challenged without losing her hold on Willow's waist. ((Turn around, go light your candles, and read your spells, and end this if you hate it so much.)) Her friend had no response save wide, denying eyes. ((Or do you hate that you do want this)) Buffy let out a taunting superior smirk. ((You want Xander, and because I'm so not asexual)) the blonde said with a steady conviction that dared Willow to rebuff her knowledge, ((you want me too))

Willow's eyes snapped at that statement. ((You let me go if you don't want this))

Buffy didn't move. ((Do you know how much this isn't an issue about what I want? Willow...)) "Willow," Buffy's voice cracked softly into the silent room, "I can tell you anything because you're my best friend. You know everything about me because you're my best friend... and you spied on my thoughts..."

"Outside of that blank look you get sometimes I could always read you like a book," Willow countered without even a trace of a smile, but heard Xander cracking up inside, although he hid it quite well in actuality. "You can be pretty transparent."

Buffy arched an eyebrow and squeezed Willow's sides a little tighter in retaliation for her assessment. "In light of that," she continued dryly, "you know that I wouldn't be in this situation in I didn't want to be. You have to know that I want this and Xander, in the end, has to be a secondary factor..."

"HEY!" he spoke up from behind them and sounded slightly offended.

((Love you, Sweetie)) "He can't make me do anything that I don't want to do first or more."

"He made you wait naked and chained to a wall in the basement while he had afternoon tea with Giles and Anya," Willow smiled at Buffy's blush when she relayed the secret that she just raided from Xander's subconscious. The link was the best for getting secret dirt on her friends; that was one completely innocent upside.

((Evil vampire master meets hot young unsuspecting college coed in a dark alley)) Xander was smiling broadly at the memory of that particular game and neither Buffy nor Willow needed to see it to sense its devious glee. "They came to drop off those books and you know Ahn's a talker... I didn't want to be a bad host."

"So you left the owner of the house captive in the basement?" Willow posed Buffy' question with the same skepticism that it sounded in her head.

Xander's voice was whiney-defensive. "Having guests see you streaking through the living room would make me a bad host."

"It makes you a bad boyfriend," Willow smirked since Buffy's back was still to him.

"Nobody told you to start the game upstairs!"

"I got rid of those chains anyway," Buffy finally spoke for herself. "I don't want anything in this house that I can't break." She aimed the last bit of that statement to Xander and purposely squeezed her PC muscles as hard as she could. She could fell how hard Xander still was and refused to let him off easy. She smiled when she heard Xander groan and saw Willow's eye lids droop as she relaxed a little further into her arms.

The heat began to build again, the fire being stoked by the Slayer's flexing of her inner muscles and her constant reminders to her boyfriend of how it would feel around him. Willow shook and held Buffy tighter. The passion between her two friends was so thick... overpowering...it could easily take her under. It was so easy to crash and burn alive in and to do it so willingly. The sheer impulsiveness and alacrity with which her friends reacted to each other with was enough to weaken her knees, it had and did even when she wasn't physically as involved as she was now. There was just something about the way Buffy and Xander felt around each other... for each other that shocked and thrilled her enough to make her pause. Willow couldn't deny that she wanted to feel everything with them. To be swept away by undeniable instinctivenss and not give a fuck. To just follow her heart and her body to what it wanted then and there.

But it wasn't. She wasn't like them in that respect. She was logical and reasonable and she thought things through...

((Don't do anything...))

((That I don't want to do)) Willow completed for Buffy this time. ((But I do... I...)) she trailed off and ducked her head just barely catching Buffy's still parted lips with her own. The kiss was soft and still slightly insecure and inquisitive when both tilted their heads up briefly and licked into each other's mouths.

They heard Xander moan behind them when they impulsively pressed closer together. "I want to," Willow whispered when they broke apart. "Was there ever something you just wanted... something you for sure weren't supposed to have but wanted it anyway?" she aimed the question at Xander when he mentally asked about Tara again. "Something that you just know can make you happy..."

"Consequences be damned." Buffy finished while studying Willow's almost anguished expression – so eager to have somebody relate to what she was feeling right at that moment. "Xander..."

((Hurricane Chocolate Bars with almonds))

Both Buffy and Xander answered at the same time and it made Willow smile.

((I'm allergic to almonds))

The Slayer rolled her eyes at the man behind her but didn't turn to face him. "Xander makes me feel that way... has since I fell in love with him."

"Me too," Willow admitted almost as shyly as Buffy did when she openly bared her soul just moments before. "Both... I never thought about both of you..."

"And it's ok if you have," Xander's voice was husky and suddenly closer than before. Neither had noticed him move from the bed, but he was standing there, warm and hard and pressed behind Buffy all the same. The blonde nodded with the slightest moan when Xander rested his large hands on her hips and pulled her body back against his. The very evident hard strain just beneath two layers of cotton pushed against the top curve of her ass and he ground slightly into her. Xander's head dropped down and he dropped several light kisses, mixed with brief licks over her shoulder and up the side of her neck before lifting his gaze to Willow's over Buffy's shoulder. "You have and you don't have to lie, Willow."

The Wicca's eyes dropped shamefully but then darted back up when she felt a sudden urge from Buffy to kiss her frown away.

((See)) Buffy's mouth quirked into a half smile and something about it made Willow want to lick her lips. ((I have too thought about you like that.))

Willow wanted to laugh to lighten the mood – to make herself feel better about wanting so badly to not leave this room or situation. "I don't want to be a bad person." Her light eyes were pleading as they darted back and forth between Xander's dark brown and Buffy's hazel-gray.

"You're not, Willow," Buffy assured. "We love you."

"You're our best friend."

Willow knew that that was the context in which Buffy meant her avowal, but Xander clarified none-the-less. "I'm going to make a mistake..."

"Then don't," Xander said quickly without a hint of disappointment or malice and tugged Buffy away with him slightly.

"But I'm going to be happy while I make it," she forced her smile to not feel so contrived and stepped forward more into her friends. Willow wrapped her arms around Buffy and let her hands rest low on Xander's hips, hugging both of them loosely. She briefly tried to give herself solace in the fact that Tara would want her to be happy too... to have what she wanted if only for a moment. She at least would want that for Tara... she hoped she would want that for everybody she loved. ((Show me this impulsivity you guys live by)) he smile held a truly genuinely happy hint to it.

((And tomorrow?)) Xander asked, still slightly apprehensive.

((I'll deal with it then))

Xander felt Willow steel herself with a sense of conviction and nodded. Buffy had it on the tip of her tongue to ask Willow again if she was sure. To verify, but her inquiry was swallowed when one of Willow's hands gripped her chin and pulled her into a hard deep kiss. Buffy's mouth was probed and swept for only the briefest moment before she was released with a gasp, but not before Xander slammed his hard-on roughly against the small of her back at the sight of it.

The Slayer didn't fully recover before, out of the corner of her eye and so very close that she could hear the panting breaths, she saw Xander kissing his friend, indulging in a passion he had turned off abruptly all those years ago, but had somehow managed to rekindle in mere seconds.

Xander pulled back when he felt what he judged to be jealousy zigzag through the back of Buffy's mind. He skimmed one hand across to Willow's hip, sealing his girlfriend between hard and soft; while his other hand moved up Buffy's side. He dug his fingers in lightly enough to elicit a moan and make her arch into Willow when he skimmed up past her breast, but then continued up over her shoulder and guiding her face around to his with the gentlest touch on her chin. ((Always you)) he held her gaze to make sure that she knew and accepted the truth in that fact and then bent to capture her lips with his own.

Buffy deepened the kiss almost immediately, melting into him and thrusting her tongue into his mouth despite the backward and twisted angle. She turned lithely in Willow's arms so that she was facing Xander and granted better access to his mouth and looped her arms around his neck.

Willow thought before acting and when she felt them hesitate and rise question to end this now, she dove in, lapping at the back of Buffy's neck. She moved her hands, shakily, but assuredly to the hem of the Slayer's tiny t-shirt and smirked into her kiss when Buffy jumped, gasped and arched back, grinding her ass into her hips. Willow tugged the shirt up, pulling Buffy's arms up with it and forcing her to relinquish her hold on Xander temporarily. She tossed the garment across the room once her task was complete and was faced with Buffy, left naked from the waist up and blushing from both her and Xander's gaze on her bare skin.

Willow's hands glided up Buffy's sides and the Slayer shuddered back against her, jumping almost at the foreign touch of another woman, while Xander's gawked open mouthed at the confidence at which his redheaded friend's hands moved. And Buffy let her touch her. Her mouth opened and she was fighting to keep her eyes open while her body jerked under the heady sensations. ((Willow))

The Wicca pulled away slightly but was stopped when Buffy's hands joined hers on her breasts and held them in place, squeezed them against her own flesh.

((Feels good)) Buffy gulped, her eyes locked with Xander's. Willow murmured behind her and continued raining kisses down the side of her neck. Buffy turned her head to give better access and her eyes rolled shut when Willow's teeth scrapped past the sensitive spot just below and behind her right ear.

"Found it," Willow licked against the spot the grinned up at Xander. ((Thanks))

Xander nodded and exhaled a shuddery breath while he watched silently, his erection straining in his pants obviously through the khaki material.

((Come play, Xander)) Buffy's eyes opened suddenly and she reached out and grabbed him by the belt and pulled him close to her. He licked his lips and dove down to run his mouth over the neglected other side of her neck while Buffy's fingers undid his belt and fly, pushing the fabric down some before attacking his shirt and writhing under the duel pleasures of their mouths. Her two best friends ever. Her allies. Her life. Her man and her girl friend, in the very innocent sense of the term until they put their tongues in each others mouths.

Willow's hands moved back down to Buffy's hips and undid the button fly of her jeans while Xander had managed to kiss his way up from her neck and was now kissing his girlfriend full on. The redhead interrupted their union by eliciting a sharp gasp from the Slayer when she delved her hand into her pants over the fabric of her panties... what little there was of them. ((Okay?)) she asked when the room became eerily still for a second and all three adjusted to the new situation.

"Yeah," Buffy settled first, since Xander wasn't going to even dare think of a response affirmative or negative. She peeled Xander's shirt the rest of the way off his shoulders and ducked some to lick at his chest, catching one of his pebbled nipples between her teeth and biting down. "Very ok."

Xander was glancing down at the top of Buffy's head through drooped eyelids while she sucked at his pecs and then brought a hand up all the way around her to card his fingers through Willow's hair. His jaw was shaking slightly and she could feel his desire when he applied a slight pressure, guiding her head back to its spot against Buffy's neck. "Bed," he husked out after another moment of watching and feeling and being utterly overwhelmed and completely painfully hard. "Bed now."

Buffy pulled back from his chest and scratched her hand over the bottom of his stomach above the waistband of his boxers just hard enough to make him shiver. "Clothes now," she corrected and turned in his arms again to face Willow. She moved slowly and concentrated on her task instead of her best friend watching her when she slowly set herself and raised the hem of Willow's shirt, just as had been done to her.

Willow mirrored Buffy's distracted expression while both stripped the other of their pants together, not meeting eyes until they were down to just underwear... and then, helping from behind, Xander reached for the thin strings of fabric on Buffy's hips and pushed that sheer lace down her hips, leaving her completely exposed before his hand cupped the heat between her legs.

He arched back into Buffy's ass when she thrust back hard against him and reached out with his other hand, catching the waist of Willow's panties on one finger and tugging the slightest bit, bringing her closer to Buffy who picked up his hint and reached for her friend. Buffy caressed the moisture dampened space through the cloth before pulling it away, but as soon as Willow had kicked the tiny scrap free of her legs, the Slayer was encircled in warm arms again. This time Willow reaching behind her and pushing Xander's pants further out of the way. The Slayer grinned and reached behind her to help, her hands resting briefly on Willow's again, before the Wicca abandoned her task to Buffy with a naughty grin.

The Slayer had managed to lift the material out and away from Xander's protruding shaft when Willow dropped from her line of sight – moving quickly until she was crouched on the floor in front of her and Buffy gasped, involuntarily thrusting her hips out towards the space that Willow's face was now occupying.

The redhead gripped the Slayer's hips while Xander held her upper body and placed a chaste kiss just above the thin line of brown pubic hair that covered her slit and Buffy moaned out loud.

((Bed now)) the Slayer ordered.

*

Buffy jerked off the bed and her eyes slammed closed. Xander was still kissing her, his tongue deep in her mouth, engaging her, but she was slack. Whimpering under the onslaught while Willow was moving below her waist, between her legs and keeping her hands hooked over and around her thighs.

((I... I got... yo..uu... you...)) even her thoughts were incoherent, but she needed it to stop. Hated that she needed it to stop. Xander's hand, large and hot, branding the skin of her breast as he massaged and squeezed. His mouth, wet and his tongue probing deeper... Willow's tongue deeper. ((Ughh... Will... Ohgod!!))

Willow's face was slicked with the most intimate juices of the girl who had been her best friend since they were teenagers. The woman whom she had never even considered sexually...not until about two weeks ago. She stabbed her tongue further past Buffy's sopping center and then scrapped her teeth up and over the swollen nether lips to the peaked nub of her clit and bit sharply. The Slayer jerked off the bed and further into her mouth and Willow tightened her grip to keep Buffy still – she had no idea why she had never considered Buffy sexual. She wanted more...now...she wanted more of her now.

Buffy's stomach was quivering under Xander's petting hand when he slipped it away from her breast after tweaking the hardened nub of her nipple. His hand tickled over her stomach and he helped Willow hold Buffy down more, smiling into her mouth. He was so hard against her hip, denied the hot throbbing space between her legs because that's where Willow was. Willow his best friend who was eating his girlfriend out and making her cry tears of pleasure beneath the two of them. He humped uselessly against Buffy's hip to try to alleviate some of his own pressure and pushed his hand further down, tangling his hand in Willow hair while he kept kissing Buffy. He was living some sort of dream... some sort of fantasy that was never meant for the likes of him.

((I love you))

Buffy's voice whimpered into his mind at the implications of the thought alone. ((So much)) he answered back and tugged Willow's head a little closer to Buffy's center and heard her whimper at the pressure. Willow moaning against the dripping satin flesh between Buffy's thighs and Xander could imagine how wet she was... could feel it, and he rubbed his cock harder against Buffy's leg, making her whimper again.

((Xan)) Buffy ground her hips up towards Willow's mouth and begged her silently to nip at her clit again... needing her to relieve some of the tight pressure that had built up. Willow slipped one hand away from Buffy's thigh when it relaxed onto the mattress and replaced her suckling mouth with the pressure of her tweaking fingers, using her teeth to nibble back down to Buffy's open center. ((Xander)) Buffy tried again once she settled into Willow's new penetration.

He pulled away at the mental prompt that she didn't even fully voice in her mind and arched an eyebrow at her. Buffy was panting and flushed and she nodded at him reassuringly. Xander sucked in a deep breath and licked his lips, his eyes going wide. He dove back in for another hard kiss, this time being wetly outdone by the heavily distracted Slayer, and then he pushed himself up.

Willow glanced up when she picked up Buffy's intention for Xander and she watched him from between Buffy's thighs as he moved as gently as he could, careful to try to hide his excitement as he straddled the Slayer. Willow refocused on her task when Xander's ass blocked her view of Buffy's panting and turned ceilingward face, but she looked again when she heard his loud groan, his body rocking slightly forward while his pants matched Buffy's.

Xander ground his pelvis into Buffy's mouth. Her hand coiled tightly around his achingly hard shaft while she lapped at his balls, holding his erection up towards his stomach so that she had complete access. "God, Buff... Buffy..." he humped into her hand and she squeezed him, made him bite his lip to stave off his scream. The bed creaked when Xander leant forward and grabbed the metal bars of the head board to brace himself. He felt Buffy's teeth scrape over his balls and up the underside of his erection. She licked her palm when she reached her hand and then wrapped it around his cock again, moving it harder and faster.

Buffy's movements jerked to a stop and she gasped, breathing out Willow's name quickly. She brought her idle left hand up to Xander's hip and pulled down a little but more, breathing hard. Buffy could feel Xander shudder above her while she panted hotly on the moist skin of his sac and shaft – cooling them while creating a scalding heat that made Xander shove his hips back down towards her mouth. ((Please baby... I... I'mgonna))

Xander's thoughts trailed off when Buffy shoved her mouth up and this time caught the head of his cock in her mouth. Breathing hard through her nose while she sucked, swirling her tongue around his rigid member while keeping her lips sealed tightly enough to create a sound so loud...so naughty and dirty that just it alone was enough to make Xander come. He thought he started when Buffy inched back up his shaft and tickled his head with just the tip of her tongue, before engulfing him again.

Willow looked up, her head tilted while she extended her tongue as far as she could into Buffy's creamy center and then began jerking the Slayer down to meet her mouth. Buffy made an abbreviated grunt with each hard connection and squealed slightly when Willow pushed at her clit hard, making fast tight circles on the slippery silken skin. Her own center was throbbing, pulsing in time with Buffy's and clenching with Xander's. Tight and wound and turned on from her own actions. Willow slid the tip of her tongue through Buffy's nether folds, separating them in her wake and pinching her clit. She could make herself come with them... oh God she wanted to come with them. A burning intense pleasure seizing her inside and threatening never to let go.

"Willow," Buffy's voice was a whimpering pleading imitation of the supposedly mighty Slayer. Xander bit his lip at her tone... he wasn't used to it calling out another's name... Willow's name, and if possible he got even harder even though his erection had slipped from between her lips. He slowed his thrusting while his cock rubbed lightly against Buffy's cheek, her breath cascading up the side while she breathed hard and he unintentionally smeared his leaking precum on the soft perfection of her skin. He just couldn't stop moving against her, especially not when her voice was begging for some sort of respite.

Willow felt everything tighten in her lower abdomen. Her stomach and uterus and the pulsating walls of her saturated, but untouched cunt. And she could sense Buffy's confusion and fear at what the feeling was creating...it was working and Willow could tell the orgasm that Buffy's body was building was unlike any the Slayer had ever experienced in the past. The redhead glanced up and studied Xander's ass and spit slicked balls, still blocking her view of the Slayer and she could see his aborted flexes, Buffy's hand guiding the measured movements. ((Let it go, Buff... its ok))

((I'm... I havetago...))

Willow dove back into her task. ((Let go)) Her other hand slid smoothly over the sweat moistened skin on Buffy's other thigh to her opening and she gathered fingers two before slipping them inside. She moved easily into the hot willing flesh, but immediately felt Buffy clamp down with a moan.

((Youhaveta... gottastop)) The Slayer was out and out begging. Her eyes dripping tears and she bared her teeth into Xander's hip, almost wishing he would move. She needed to breath... the room... she jerked hard off the bed and cried out, Xander matching her exclamation when she spasmed around Willow's fingers. He moved his hips back and to the left, shifting his erection and when her mouth opened he positioned it back between her lips, whimpering with her when her lips wrapped around him and resumed a hard, retaliatory suction.

"Yessssss..." he was grinding into Buffy's mouth again and feeling a lancing pain in his abdomen that made him want to cry and laugh and scream and cum...

Willow's fingers slid up the under side of Buffy's clit, pressing hard and forcing more jerky movements from the Slayer. ((Let go, letgoletgo)) she was chanting, whispering and moaning through the link because her mouth was busy. Buffy's vaginal walls clenched tight and her hips pounding out a rhythm with her fingers.

"WILLOW!!!"

Buffy felt the first spurt of Xander's cum hit the back of her throat and she turned her mouth away from his erection. The blinding intensity tore through her and she couldn't see... was only vaguely aware of the sporadic hot splashing of Xander's orgasm against her cheek while he ground out her name. She had never felt it before and it completely overshadowed any previous orgasm she had ever had, even with the man who was hovering, sated, above her head. Buffy felt her body explode, literally. The pulsations pushing waves upon waves of wetness down towards Willow's still active mouth, and gushing...

The Slayer tensed for a long moment when her release came, gripping Xander's hips in a bruising hold and digging her nails into the skin there while her body convulsed. She heard Willow giggling through the pounding of her heart in her ears and opened her eyes dazedly when she felt Xander collapse to her side, leaning against the headboard.

"Jesus, Buffy," he gulped in a breath of air before speaking, casting a glance to the still limp Slayer and feeling another wave of arousal spike through him at the sight of her relaxed and flushed face, evidence of his orgasm still marring the softness of her cheek. Buffy moaned at the sensation that it caused him, partially. The other reason would have to be the fact that Willow was still lapping at the space between her legs and creating an ache that was borderline painful when she nipped at the hypersensitive flesh. "Did you just..." Xander finally found his voice enough to pose a question and then Wicca's mental giggles came to fruition over the panting breaths flooding the room. "What's so funny Wills?" he asked while keeping an eye on Buffy's still twitching form.

The redhead pulled away from the Slayer's center, smiling deviously and wildly, and licking at her lips. She sat back on her shins and her smirk grew at Xander's wide eyed expression while he studied her face, still dripping with the fluid from Buffy's orgasm.

He knew that she had come hard...even more so than usual of late and it felt completely different, even for him, but Xander had not been expecting – he licked his lips when he saw another drop of fluid drip from the end of Willow chin.

"I turned your girlfriend out," she whispered with a distinct superiority in her voice.

((I think I peed.)) Buffy still sounded out of it, but Willow was gently stroking her thigh and Xander was breathing hard and warm beside her. She was laying in a cooling pool of her own juices on the cotton sheets and couldn't find the strength to even roll to a new spot on the bed. The Slayer didn't even feel like she was completely in her own body yet, but she noticed the bed shifting when Xander moved to glance down at Willow's handy work with a breathy chuckle of disbelief.

((I think you're right.))

Buffy may have been coherent, but the Slayer's defensiveness sparked to attention momentarily when she weakly ordered her boyfriend to shut up. She was glad that she could think it and not have to say it because then she felt Willow, straddling one of her legs and covering her body with her own softness. Buffy groaned and tried to arch away from the hard pressure of Willow's thigh pressing against her still quivering pussy, but it was quashed when the redhead kissed her hard, Xander's fingers entangled in her hair and holding her head up to his best friend's... watching them and letting them turn him on. ((Spurty goodness, huh Buffy?))

((Too intense to label)) Buffy moaned when she felt Willow's tongue lap up the hint of Xander's essence that was still on her face.

((Doesn't he taste good?)) Buffy's voice was sultry and both of her current partners knew that her answer to her own question was yes.

((Almost as good as you)) Willow purred and nipped at the tip of Buffy's tongue, making her groan.

So they kissed. Buffy still sore, but rapidly moistening against Willow's thigh as she rubbed against her center, and the Slayer shifted her corresponding leg to mirror the action. Willow hummed into her mouth and Xander pushed her head up harder to increase the contact while the three of them lay entangled on the mattress.

((I want you to learn how to do that)) she whispered to Xander.

((I might need to see it again then)) Xander answered in a low growl.

Buffy ran her left hand down from Willow's back and let her fingers trace over the hot smooth skin of her thigh before grabbing her ass hard. She made the Wicca grunt under the force and she pulled the other woman closer to her. She could see in Xander's mind all the mental images of, what she assumed was every porno he had ever seen, and just hoped that she... that they would be able to make that come true for him.

((We are)) Willow assured breathily from above her, kissing her harder. The redhead pulled back slightly and Buffy's tongue followed, teasing through open mouths. ((Look at him)) They both turned to Xander, eyes locked with his wide ones, and maintained a lopsided kiss, licking at each others mouths. ((He's so hard))

Buffy giggled and turned her head to capture Willow's tongue in her mouth while she knew she was still staring at Xander. ((That's cuz he wants you)) Buffy whispered with a slight whimper. She squeezed Willow's ass again and got another gasp, a moan of her name, and brought her other hand up to reach towards Xander. She scratched his nails lightly down his slick chest and twisted her fingers over the beads of his nipples. ((He's wanted you since high school... haven't you Baby? You've wanted Willow for so long...))

Xander's face turned into a tight frown at Buffy's kitteny voice, teasing him while she kept kissing Willow. While Willow kept watching him and kissing her back. He gulped in a breath, his fingers tightening in Buffy's hair, pulling and making her whine and her mouth open in a gasp.

((She wants you too)) Buffy told him softly when she and Willow were separated because of Xander's tug. ((She's so wet thinking ab...)) Both she and Willow were surprised by the force and speed that Xander dove in with and engaged them both in a sloppy three way kiss. Tongues thrusting out, meeting, lapping. Mouths closing haphazardly against the corners of lips and air, missing full contact. Xander held Buffy's head in one hand while his other found a place next to hers on Willow's ass, pushing her harder into the rubbing between Buffy's thighs and making both moan and work faster, making them feel closer to a madding release that he wanted to experience with them. ((Tell him Willow)) Buffy ordered in pants ((Tell him that you want him. Say it. Tell him what you want him to do))

Xander turned more towards Willow and Buffy exalted in the control that she had over him. Her prompting making him even harder against her hip and under the throbbing intensity he gave his attention to Willow. Xander occupied the Wicca's whole mouth and used his kiss to force her off of Buffy. He made her lift up with him and guided her movements with his hand on her hip. The movement was a little jerky and awkward, but with an urgent insistence, Xander maneuvered Willow so that she was laying on her back, heads at the foot of the bed while he moaned into her mouth.

Willow was pillowing him, a completely new softness than how Buffy felt beneath him. She was kissing him with a passion that he knew she had – he had been privy to it before, but never to this magnitude.
Never from between the cradle of her bare thighs, hugging his hip as she adjusted herself beneath his weight with a deep groan. Her fingers tangled in his hair while Xander's hands ran over her shoulder and down to her breast, cupping her and squeezing and making her arch her torso into him. He was hard against her and Willow hummed at the sharp contrast of Xander's groping in comparison to the soft trailing of Buffy's hand when the Slayer sat up and ran it up her thigh, joining with Xander's on her hip.

((Xander))

The breathy calling of his name that reminded him of another time. A much more innocent time where this was always in the back of his mind, but he doubted the validity of such concepts. Willow was breathing hard through her nose and grinding her hips up against his – holding him so tight that he couldn't position himself correctly to slide into her like he so wanted to do, and moving in time with the rhythm that Buffy was grinding out for them. Xander just knew that his girlfriend was smiling and he mentally stuck his tongue out at her...physically he just stuck it further into Willow's welcoming mouth and groaned while he rubbed himself against the culminating liquid building between her legs.

Buffy leaned down and bit sharply into the back of his shoulder and elicited a hard thrust of his hips against Willow, who gasped and slammed her back up. ((I wanna see you do it)) Buffy's mouth kissed up his shoulder, over the side of his throat where she paused to trace the taut muscles with her tongue, before continuing up to his ear. She lapped at the lobe and caught it between her teeth. ((I want to see you fuck her...)) she was growling into his ear – Xander's favorite sound and it made him that much harder against Willow's hot center. The Slayer slipped down the side of Xander's cheek to his mouth and kissed the corner of his lips, Willow immediately turned from Xander's kiss and caught Buffy in an equally deep encounter while he dropped his head to her neck and lapped at the skin there. ((I want you to beg him to.))

Willow whimpered when Xander bit not to gently into the side of her neck and let his fingers tweak her nipple once more before pressing lower and the she gasped when he palmed her swollen sex – his palm cooling in comparison to the heat that she was radiating. Xander massaged her pussy with hard slow movements, growling into her mouth as her wetness coated his palm, and then he drew up two fingers and slipped them inside of her. He ground back down on her when his action made Willow arch her back off the bed with a whimper.

The thought that only Oz had ever touched her that way flashed through Willow's mind... the only time a man had ever touched her there so long ago...

Buffy smiled into her friend's mouth when Xander groaned and pressed his fingers harder into Willow's tightness. His excitement was undeniable and he started rubbing the base of his penis against the palm of his hand while he kept the steady pump of his fingers into her.

((She's only ever had one other man, Xander)) Buffy pulled back from Willow's suddenly slack mouth and licked her bottom lip before biting into it gently. ((Imagine how good it'll feel when you're inside her. Imagine how real you'll feel...she wants you to make her feel))

"Bufff..." Xander growled against Willow's throat and kissed his way back up her chin, licking at the residue of Buffy's earlier orgasm and more recent kiss before catching Willow's lips again and turning her away from Buffy. Xander didn't break the lip lock while he moved his fingers inside of her easily. The noises that Willow was making combined with Buffy's mental scenarios of him taking her was making only made his cock feel heavier and throb harder – made his hand move harder and faster within the hot muscle walls that held them.

He had tested to see if she was ready for him and had moved well on the way of bringing her off in his palm. His fingers moved harder, the heel of his palm smashing into her clit on every stroke and he lapped up Willow's cries. "Xannn... Xander..."

He opened his eyes briefly to see her and was surprised at the near pained expression that it drew to her face. Xander glanced toward Buffy and sucked in a gasp of air, her face flushed and her body shaking slightly and he wasn't even touching her. He felt that by looking at her that he might as well be, as she rocked slightly in place, her lower lip caught between her teeth while her body built up to release in time with her best friends. Xander smiled to himself and grabbed Buffy's chin, startling her, and drew her into a hard willing kiss, all while revelling in how Willow's inner muscles fluttered lightly around his invading digits... and then he pulled them out.

"Now," this time it was Willow who had managed to voice a demand. "Do it now, Xander."

She was open and ready for that full penetration. The one that made Buffy pant and cry and scream. Tighten and convulse and feel her best friend inside her. Willow wanted that so badly. Buffy dropped her head to the other side of her throat and kissed the artery there and Willow felt her giggle against her skin. "Make him do it now," she begged despite herself.

"Xander," Buffy gave a lick against Willow's neck and didn't lift her head to make eye contact with her boyfriend. "Xander, she's begging you."

((I know))

"Do you?" Buffy kissed the side of Willow's mouth belatedly and rolled over to the side of the bed, busying herself in a drawer for the briefest of moments before she was back and covering Willow's side. "Do you have any idea..." a hard throb shot through her swollen unsatisfied sex and her words caught briefly on an intake of air. The Slayer looked down at Willow when the pulse abated slightly and she smiled at her tight frown. "She wants you so fucking bad, Baby."

"I know."

"Is she ready?" Buffy kissed her way up to Willow's shoulder while the Wicca kept her arms locked around Xander. "I don't want you to hurt her."

((How would I do that?)) Xander was smirking at her confidently in his mind.

((Well, your dick is so big)) The Slayer licked the sweat sheen of her girl friend. ((And it's only her second one)) Willow made a short cry at Buffy's tone and lunged up to engage Xander in another hard kiss.

Xander moaned and pulled back slightly from Willow to create some space between their hips and he slipped his hand around his shaft.

((Xander)) Buffy distracted him and he turned to look at her, her tone giving him a worried pause. She smiled at his apprehension and Xander relaxed the slightest bit. ((Lift up some.))

He did as he was told and rolled away from a disappointed Willow the slightest bit and watched with a disbelieving smirk as Buffy opened a condom and rolled it on to his shaft, moving slow and making him groan at the pressure of her hand. "It's not like I'm gonna catch something from Wills," his sarcastic tone held a sense of disappointment.

"I know," the blonde murmured and then leant in for a soft kiss before gripping Xander's hip and rolling him back into place above Willow. The redhead groaned at the tickling sensation of Xander's girth poised and still at her willing entrance. ((I want you to fuck her until she comes)) Buffy whispered ((Like you do me)).

Willow's legs tightened further in anticipation, but Buffy continued, still holding Xander's gaze. ((But I don't want you to finish inside her)). All three were staring at each other, ready to complete this act. They were going to complete this act, and all wanted to. But one thing was zipping through Buffy's mind and she made it clear.

Xander was hers. No other woman, not even his best friend, and not even now could have him like she did.

He hardened further at Buffy's possessiveness and gripped himself again. He pushed the head in and paused, swallowing Willow's gasp in an insistent kiss and being burned by her internal heat.

((You're mine)) Buffy whispered with conviction.

((I am)) Xander was certain of that. Sure of it as anything he ever knew and he grit his teeth as gently as possible into Willow's lower lips and pushed his hips forwards again. Locking himself with his best friend since he was a child and was astounded at the intensity of the feeling. "Willlsss..." his voice a deep breathy hiss into her now open mouth.

He could feel Buffy looking at them, her hand moving delicately over the base of his spine and tickling over his ass crack and he licked at the slight film of perspiration that was starting to cover Willow's skin and gave a first hard thrust against her bare core and turned her high pitched moan into a squeal. He loved that Buffy kept touching him, caressing his hot skin and staying with him while he fucked their friend.

Willow was completely tight and rigid beneath him, her mouth open and eyes shut. Panting in a mixture of surprised delight when he ducked even further down and caught the hard peak of her right nipple in mouth, and pain at the fullness of his cock buried so deep inside of her.

((You always feel so good)) Buffy's voice, to Xander but in Willow's mind.

The grip of her thighs slackened around his sides and her fingers wove themselves into his hair while he slid his hot mouth all over the aching skin of her breast – laving with firm strokes of his thick tongue where he had nibbled with his teeth moments before and then kissing his way across her chest to repeat his action on the other side. Back and forth he switched with no particular pattern while she writhed beneath him.

With a moan Xander continued to work his spot. The one that kept him so deep inside and locked their bodies together while allowing him to keep his arms around her, even when Willow gasped into his mouth. He pulled back a fraction of an inch and looked down into her face, his mouth open and sucking in gulps of air while he shook against her with every slow thrust. Their lips were touching, shaking against each other, without any attempts to kiss. He watched her react to the feeling of them together and was reborn in the feeling of her delicate, but apparently exceptionally strong, arms wrapped around his middle. Xander watched her expression while she groaned with each slow push inside her heat... her fire, it was fire that he was wrapped in. He never thought he would ever see that face on her. His Willow and she was still so beautiful. Her eyes opened and smiled at him when her mouth couldn't and all of the sudden he was watching Buffy kiss her.

((She is beautiful))

He was sliding so easily in the creamy velvet and when Buffy pulled back from the contrastingly soft kiss that she had initiated he could see that Willow was fighting to keep her eyes open. They were dark and unfocused in the minimally lit room. Her body moved with every thrust and their bodies shook together, building up the release slowly.

Xander was fighting to keep control and was barely moving inside of her. He wanted to be able to draw this out for himself... for Willow. He didn't want her to regret that they were doing this and he wanted to please her, could tell that he was by the way she was clenching around him. He moved in short strokes to keep them more connected than apart and rubbing that spot so deep inside her and was fully aware that Buffy was watching his face closely, gauging his expressions.

((You're beautiful too)) Buffy told him softly and leant forward to kiss his shoulder. She sucked at the roundness of it and Xander's hand snaked up quietly and seized her breast, making the Slayer gasp in surprise. She arched into his hand while he squeezed her in time with his thrusts into Willow's body.

He was digging through her mind in an attempt to control himself and she felt him stop when he found something that not even Buffy had fully even acknowledged yet. ((Touch yourself)) he beckoned with a hard squeeze and thrust that made Willow drop all inhibitions and cry out. ((You want to... I want you to)) He dropped his hands quickly down her tight abs and ghosted them past the skin of her pussy before darting them back up to her breast again. ((Touch yourself for me.))

With a moan Buffy arched into his hand again and dropped her hand down to her own center, parting her folds and biting her lip to stifle the moan at her minimal stimulation, thus far, of the saturated skin there.

((She's touching herself Willow)) Xander dropped a quick kiss into Willow's mouth. ((Watch her)) He turned her face with his kiss until he could see Buffy's hand moving between her legs.

Willow moaned at Buffy's display her fingers apparently moving inside her body now, the sight of the hand Xander wasn't bracing himself with playing with the Slayer's nipples, moving back and forth. Willow relaxed even more, opened herself more to Xander's penetration and smiled disjointedly at his thankful groan when he slid deeper and she lifted her legs higher around his waist and locked them in place. Her knees rested just below his shoulders and they both groaned as he slid in even deeper.

Buffy rotated her hips up against her hand and heard Xander whimpering. ((Kiss him)) she demanded harshly of Willow, her orgasm building. ((Iwannasee... kiss him))

She dropped her idle hand down to Xander's and brought it from her breast to her mouth, sucking at his fingers and slicking them before sliding them back to her chest and watched Willow and Xander obey.

He turned to her again after a moment, breathing heavily and he looked at her through hazy darkened eyes. Acting quickly Buffy leant forward, jamming two fingers deeper into her body and quashed her lips to his. Her tongue moving into his mouth as deep as she could force it. His pace picked up in Willow and he used one hand to grip her tighter to himself... held on so tight.

"Yessss... XanXanderyes..." One hard clench inside her at hearing Willow's exonerations that held while Buffy's hips jerked up against her palm, ruining the previous rhythm and drumming out a new one. An erratic spasming of her pelvis that matched what was fluttering all around her fingers hardness inside of her, and Buffy never turned broke the kiss.

Willow groaned and opened to him, deep inside, and hoped that her gaze would convey what she was feeling right at that moment. What he had caused her to feel while her heart pounded in her chest and her walls convulsing around his hard flesh... the heated fullness that she had only experienced once so many years before.

Xander's movements became even rougher, impossibly deep when the tingle started in his back, moving like lightening all throughout his body and deviating in his groin. Slamming deep inside and he broke Buffy's kiss, diving back to Willow with harsh exhalations when he kissed her again, tight and closed lipped when he felt his balls tighten and on that first surge and with the consent of Willow's acknowledging moan their kiss segued into a deeper wet caress.

Willow held him tighter while he suckled her lips, filling the condom with uneven thrusts until he finally relaxed completely on top of her. Mirroring Buffy's expression at her side. The Slayer grinned lazily and propped herself up on her arm, leaning into Xander and kissing him fully, then he caught Willow's chin with a shaky hand pulled her into the caress of lips and tongues. They nipped with lazy smiles and teased with the tips of their tongues while staying locked together.

"He feels so good in there doesn't he?" Buffy's voice was shaky and she was smiling, turning to kiss Xander alone. She traced her fingers lightly over his side, staring at his face and veering off towards his groin when she reached his hip. Buffy pulled him out of Willow as gently as she could, but the redhead still moaned at the loss of him. Buffy heard the sound of protest but pulled Xander towards her anyway; sliding him from between Willow's legs and leaning back with him half on top of her.

((Buff)) Xander could barely breathe and Buffy was insistently sucking on his tongue. He needed just one more minute and knew that Buffy knew that. She just didn't seem to care and Xander was no match for an insistent Slayer... he doubted that he would be any match for Buffy if she weren't the Slayer.

((You tired?)) she taunted him while settling him between her spread thighs and he groaned into her mouth. Buffy framed his face with her hands and pulled away from the kiss, gazing into Xander's post-coital droopy eyes. "You wore him out Will," she laughed and caught Xander's ghost of a disapproving scowl.

"I'm not tired," he denied but then sucked in a huge gulp of air when Buffy's hands left his face suddenly and dropped to his hips, one sliding between them and grasping his member.

"You're not hard," she pointed out and moved to remove the spent condom with both hands, applying gentle pressure to make him wince and dare him to deny her claim. "I'm touching your cock and you're lying between my legs and there are two naked girls in the bed with you and you're not hard." She said all of this while idly stroking him and watching his anguished expression. "Don't tell me that that's all you got for your first threesome?"

((First?))

"The way it's looking it needs to be your last too," Buffy cocked an eyebrow and leant up for a light kiss to undo any bruised pride at her jibes. One thing that Buffy had never been shy about admitting to him was that he knew how to get the job done. Be it with speed, force, or duration Xander knew how to get the job done, and then some. "You broke my boyfriend," she mock glared at Willow who
managed to turn slightly to grin at her. ((Or maybe it's a joint malfunction)) Xander's breathy chuckle blew the hair on the side of her face and with a grunt she hugged him closer to her with her arms and legs. "I didn't get any that time," she pouted exaggeratedly for effect and made doe eyes at him. "You're not going to fuck me too?"

"He does that everyday," Willow commented finally, "let him break the monotony."

Buffy surprised both of her lovers when she rolled her and Xander over on the bed, reversing their positions so that she was hovering over him, but looking directly into Willow's eyes. "You're so asking for it." A shiver went through Xander at the heated sultry tone that her threat was relayed in while she rubbed the cropped fur of her pussy over his now responding cock. He knew that Buffy felt him begin to harden beneath her when she turned her predatory gaze to his without even a hint of a smile. Serious Buffy who was about to take whatever she wanted always turned him on, and she dropped a heavy wet kiss to his mouth. Moaning and writhing on top of him while she gripped his shoulders in a bruising hold.

Xander raised both arms slowly with the intention of wrapping them around her when Buffy pulled away. They were burning from the heat between them already, but were being eviscerated by the intensity of Willow's gaze. With a deep breath Buffy grabbed both of Xander's wrists and pinned them to the mattress at their side. She knew that he thought that it was his message to lay still and let her have him, after all he had recovered and was hard enough to fuck her as she had obliged earlier... getting more so by the second what with her gyrating on his lap. Xander bit his lip and squeezed his eyes closed in anticipation for the moment that she would take him inside her... maybe ride him while sucking on Willow's tongue... Willow palming her breasts and leaning in closer to... he groaned again.

Suddenly his left hand was freed and he opened his eyes to the devious smirk of his girlfriend. He followed the path of Buffy's now extended arm to find that she was enacting his mental image – her hand engulfing the expanse of Willow left breast while she redhead arched into her touch. Buffy massaged the creamy skin of her friend's breast and then tweaked the hardened pink nipple between her fingers. "I think Wills need a stern talking to about making me have to wait for what's mine," she pulled her hand away quickly and sucked on her fingers, slicking them and replacing them on Willow's chest.

"Talking to?" Willow licked her lips and questioned on a deep exhale.

((Tongue lashing))

Willow opened her eyes to see Buffy mirroring her previous action, moistening her kiss puckered lips and slinking off of Xander's body. He tried in vain to make a weak grab at the loss of her so close, but Buffy ignored him.

((You had your chance)) Buffy mock scolded him when Xander pouted. ((I have to teach the redhead a lesson...))

((You teach me?)) The witch teased good naturedly. ((I don't think you were coherent enough to remember everything I did to you... let alone repeat it.))

((Nobody said I was going to do that)) The Slayer smiled with her lips barely touching her friends. She was only partially kissing her, light brushes and pecks and she pulled back whenever it seemed that Willow would try to insinuate a deeper connection – seeking her tongue with her own.

"Sure they did," Willow murmured weakly after being denied again. She felt Xander's hand tangle in her hair and knew he was letting the game play out... that Buffy had probably told him to just wait a second longer to see what other fantasy of his she could bring true. So Xander was waiting, and watching and throbbing and making Buffy wetter and more restless by his own response. Making her wet because of Buffy on top of her rubbing and panting and teasing.

"Oh yeah?" Xander suddenly pulled one of Buffy's hands away from Willow's shoulder and molded it to her breast again, squeezing it under his own, surprising the Slayer. He was fascinated by the sight of their hands together on another woman. "Who?" Buffy breathed.

((You)) Xander's eyes darted up and locked with her hazel-gray, holding and making her moan in her position straddling Willow's hips. ((You said it.))

She let his gaze go without so much as an acknowledgment and ducked down, pressing her parted lips to Willow's clavicle where she bit and licked at the flushed skin there. Buffy slowly slid down until their pelvises were pressed together – wet heat to wet heat, and she shuddered at the feel of Willow's coarse pubic hair tickling her where she was bare. She felt Xander crawl up on his knees at her side and then his lips were on her shoulder as she moved lower on Willow's writhing and panting body beneath them. Xander's hand reached up and ran smoothly over the silken skin of her back, making her arch and grind her breasts into Willow's stomach, and he swept the loose hair over her opposite shoulder. Her neck was exposed by his action and that seemed to be Xander's intention when he shifted more on the bed, keeping his mouth attached firmly to her skin, but sliding it to the back of her neck, laving the vertebrae there while he crouched behind her now.

Buffy whimpered when Xander's arms encircled her from behind, hugging her tight with already twitching muscles and keeping his cock positioned tight against her ass. The Slayer was trying to move precisely along Willow's body. Trying to remember everything that had ever been done to her that she liked – made her cry out and clench the sheets like Willow was doing, but Xander was insistently pulling her down Willow's body, closer to his own, and she was sure that she was missing places that she should hit. Willow had experience with pleasing other girls... and that might even be a little bit of an understatement; but on her inaugural run, Buffy didn't want to be a let down...

But Xander was lapping at her neck and across her shoulders with a heavy thick tongue, biting at her flesh and scrapping it with his teeth, brushing and nuzzling with his nose. His large hands were cupping her breasts, squeezing the firm swells and pinching the taut puckered tips, and he was rocking against her. All he would have to do would be to shift down on one of his repetitively fruitless thrusts and he would be inside of her so easily, Buffy was that wet and open. Her body was practically begging for him to just take it. Willow's was doing the same.

((Lower)) Willow's voice was a pleading growl and she raised a tingling hand to Buffy's head, running it thought her blonde hair with just enough pressure to dislodge the Slayer from her nipple.

She could have resisted the urgent request from Willow and kept washing her tongue back and forth over the dark pink tip of her breast, but with a finial sharp bite she replaced the suction of her mouth with the pressure of her hand on her nipple and followed the movement down. Both she and Xander were pulling at her – guiding her to where their bodies most wanted her. Buffy placed wet sucking kisses over her friends abdomen, dancing over her rib cage and as she got lower Xander's grip glided from her chest to her hips.

((Spread my legs))

Buffy was shaking, only partially with nervousness, as she carried out Willow's order. The heavy sweet scent of her overwhelming the Slayer for a split second as she was exposed fully to her for the first time Xander, through his massaging of her back and ass, managed a deep chuckle when he caught her idle consideration of the new angle she was viewing Willow at. ((How do I do this?)) she voice was a shaky whisper as Xander began moving down her back, tracing a line with his tongue over her spine.

Willow's hands fisted the bed in anticipation, "Do what you like... wanna know what you like..."

"You did what I like," Buffy murmured even as she extended her fingers and brushed them against the slick wetness that coated and leaked from Willow's core. "How do I do that to you?"

"Practice," Willow laughed breathily.

The Slayer would have retorted if she had been able to think of anything funny to say, anything with the least amount of bite and wit, but she came up empty. She couldn't really think of anything because Xander, with a growl at the conversation above him, had just slid his hand down the curve of her ass, spreading her more to him with his other hand and planting a kiss on the small of her back, and delved two fingers into her from behind. He was off and running as soon as her wet heat clamped around his digits and Buffy's mouth opened in a low groan that started in the very pit of her stomach.

The speed at which Xander was moving behind her, his lips placing sporadic kisses on her rear while he pumped into her forced Buffy, mouth open in a cry of surprised ecstasy, into the slick swollen flesh between Willow's thighs that she had been staring at – inadvertently forcing her first taste of another woman's most intimate parts. Willow let out a high pitched squeal and her hips jumped off the bed in shock, but Buffy with only the slightest hesitation, stayed where she was. She fastened her lips around the exposed bud of flesh at the top of Willow's passage and alternated between sucking and nipping at it. Her finger's mirrored her boyfriend's behind her and spread the redhead's folds the slightest bit more and she released her clit to watch her slide her fingers into her friend. Willow surged down into her hand and once Buffy was satisfied that she had set a sufficient rhythm, one that matched Xander's, she refocused teasing the bundle of throbbing flesh that was peeking out at her.

Xander could feel both of their hearts beating... but neither compared to his own. This... this was happening... he... it... he didn't really know, but he couldn't feel an ounce of regret anywhere, and Buffy was so focused in front of him that he could literally feel Willow's pussy in her mouth. She was moving uncertainly, but had him in mind as she tried to bring Willow off in her mouth. Even his thoughts were the most primitive of guttural moans and he rotated his fingers hard inside of Buffy. He spread her legs apart as far as he could and still allow her to continue to work Willow with her mouth and simultaneously pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his lips. Buffy groaned roughened when he palmed both of her ass cheeks and yanked them apart, his neck bent at an awkward angle but his tongue delving into her center from behind, nonetheless.

"Xandd..." Buffy cried out but then shut her eyes and dove back into Willow – retaliating on her for Xander's pleasurable assault. Xander probed her with his tongue, lapping over the sensitive skin while his hands groped her... slapped her on the ass once and made her wish he would do in again... but he didn't. He moved with a lightening quickness and was covering her back completely with his body again, pushing her further into Willow and Buffy welcomed the pressure... the...

((OHGOD!!! XAN... XANDER)) Buffy cried out and Willow's fingers tightened in her hair when for the briefest moment she was forced to remove the heat of her mouth and the movement of her fingers stopped. Hard and throbbing Xander had forced himself inside and was jack hammering into her time and time again... holding her hips and yanking her back into his thrusts. Buffy shouldn't have needed the warning, she knew that he was going to fuck her, it was just the sudden penetration had forced the air from her lungs.

"Bufff..." Willow gulped and ground down into her friends hand. "Keeepkeepgoing.... don't stop..."

"Keepgoing, Buffy... youheard... you heard her..." Xander's teeth were grit and he slammed into her as hard as he ever had before, not allowing her an inch of freedom to work her hips against his – just the simple and straight forward act of pounding her with his cock. With a whimper Buffy obeyed and jammed out a new tempo with her fingers – deeper and rougher, less control, and the pressure of her mouth varied with the pace and frequency of Xander's thrusts behind her.

Buffy tried to open her legs wider to fit more of his length inside of her, to feel his skin pushing past her soaking walls and absorb all the pleasure that he was capable of giving her. Behind her Xander fought for controlling breath while his hands gripped her hips and he slammed into her. He tried to keep his pace quick and hard and Buffy reached above her with her free hand, seeking purchase on Willow's sweat kissed skin and the bunched fabric of the sheets to brace herself against. Her hands pressed with discernable pressure into her stomach the muscles quivering beneath her anxious fingertips while Xander mercilessly moved inside her. She didn't want him to stop, she didn't care and she loved the stretch that he was forcing her to endure.

Buffy was groaning, a deep noise that Willow would have never guessed her vocal chords would be able to create. Murmuring her name in her mind, the actual calling being absorbed in her center and muffled around Buffy's tongue. She was calling for Xander too... Xander who was panting out deep breaths, mixed with growls and exonerations of her name... of Buffy's name. He told her how good she felt wrapped around him... hot and slick, just tight enough to fight his fast withdraws. How turned on he was, how hard she was making him by going down on Willow, telling her to rotate her wrist and fuck her harder... he wanted to see her fuck her harder and make her come. Feel her come because it felt so good. And Buffy listened – did everything that Xander wanted because she wanted to please Willow and Xander knew how to do that. And the noises... wet slaps and slurps and the metallic tap of the bed frame hitting the walls behind it... the sounds alone were getting her off.

"BUFFY!" the redhead's voice was a sharp cry and tears from the combination of the three of them threatened to spill form her eyes. "I... I'm close... keep... yessssgoyesss.... thereee!!!"

The Slayer had lost track of all that was going on around her, but she couldn't ignore and heavy clench and throb that accompanied Willow's hips arching far off the bed and holding for several seconds. Buffy kept moving her hand though because Xander kept moving inside of her, she had no choice and she wanted to be washed over by Willow's pleasure until the last possible moment. Pleasure that she had caused, Buffy would have grinned to herself, if her only expression that was readily available at the moment hadn't been a tight frown or open mouthed gasp. She liked it when Xander kept thrusting while she was coming anyway, the actual thought was most incoherent... it always was. Her walls sensitive and still spasming around his relentless hardness increased her orgasm ten fold, so Buffy gave her best approximation to Willow.

((Finally)) Xander grit his teeth when the muscles in his back and legs started to burn with the exertion of his pace, but luckily Willow collapsed onto the bed with a deep sigh. Buffy's inner walls were sucking on him and Willow's orgasm had almost pushed her over the edge – him too, for that matter, but as almost a cruel, yet fabulously painful joke, both had staved off their friend's pleasure with extreme effort.

With no exertion Xander pulled out of Buffy and she whimpered out at the sudden emptiness – her body crying in disappointment at the withdraw of the pleasure, but soon she found herself in his arms, lifted off the bed and away from her spot between Willow's legs and sprawled on her back. ((You wanna be on top?)) Xander had the nerve to ask her even as he settled quickly between her legs, the already slippery girth of his penis insinuating itself between her swollen gaping nether lips.

((Now))

Xander didn't need to guide himself as he pushed forward and was buried deep inside again. ((You're a sloppy eater)) he commented in time with his hard thrusts and ducked his head to lap at the shiny fluids that coated Buffy's face. He tactfully avoided her panting mouth, open and so inviting. ((Did you come?)) he asked Willow ((Tellme... tell me how you came...))

He was pounding into Buffy so hard that the Slayer was whimpering, but still trying to raise her legs higher around his waist, still wanting him a fraction of an inch deeper so that the pain would be that much sweeter... so she would feel that much more complete.

"Hard." Willow said as she focused on Buffy's hands holding Xander's hips in a bruising hold. "I came so hard..."

((You taste so good together)) Xander's voice was deeper than usual and he was kissing Buffy deeply, now granting himself the cushion of her lips while his hands sought out the backs of her thighs and pulled her closer and more open beneath him. ((You... youmade... unngghBuff, babyI... BUFFY!!)) He was coming. The burning urge reasserted itself so hard and fast that he wasn't ready for it. ((...madehercomeSOHARD! OHHRRRG!!))

Buffy's mouth opened in a wordless cry and she arched her back and shoved her hips hard against his invading hardness, working in a quick circle when they came together. Xander groaned and buried his head in her neck. He fought for controlling breath while his hands gripped her hips and he slammed into her. He kissed her briefly on her parted lips before ducking his head and scraping his teeth over the tops of her breasts. His mouth slid lower, licking and kissing until her reached the center of her chest and he worried the nipple of her left breast before moving to the other side with a wet trail in his wake. Their movements slowed to hard jerks and she shut her eyes. She felt her body shuddering and her vaginal walls go suddenly slack and open and knew that she was there.

She felt her pussy tighten and quiver and convulse around the hardness that was buried so deep inside of her, and a new wave of wet heat surged down to further coat him – mark him as hers. Xander's mouth fell open and his head left her breasts, turning up and burrowing into the moist space between her neck and shoulder and biting while his hands gripped her hips harder. He felt her spasming wildly around him while her body shook slightly and he yanked her up to him as hard as he could, bringing their hips flush together.

"BUFF!" the one shout preceded a quieter breathless chant of her name and his eyes locked on hers momentarily before slamming shut. Xander's hips jerked into hers and held when his cock exploded in a burning pulse. Blinding him with an intensity that started in his back and exploded all over his body. He loved Buffy's groan when she felt his seed erupting inside her sensitive walls, coaxed inside of her by her own spasms.

Xander held her slim hips in place unwilling and unable to let her go. It would hurt if she were to leave him yet. Or maybe it was the other way around... maybe it would hurt her if he left... he didn't know. Still drowsily incoherent he caught Buffy's lips in a languid kiss. ((Love you))

She kissed him back and slinked a hand away from Xander's back and across the bed to where Willow had been watching them. She found her idle hand without looking and entwined their fingers, bringing their joint hand up in front of Willow's face with squeeze and a smile against Xander's lips. Buffy applied a gentle pressure, still cradling Xander's calming body on her own while he kissed her slowly, and tugged Willow towards them. She ignored or didn't notice the Wicca's hesitation until she heard her gulp.

"What's the matter?" Buffy turned away from Xander's lips, both now peering at her questionably... not moving from each other the slightest bit. The Slayer didn't wait for a response and grinned up at Xander, holding Willow's hand in one of hers and brushing Xander's hair out of his face with her other. "That was so good."

Xander smiled back sheepishly and exhaled a sharp breath. "Might be an understatement."

((Might be)) Buffy's voice was a seductive growl even as Xander shifted his hips and let his deflated penis slip out of her, but still pressing against her thigh so that she could feel the stickiness of her lingering arousal on him.

"How bout you, Wills?" he turned with a lopsided grin. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

It was. Her answer was undoubtedly yes... and she was suddenly terrified, but she nodded anyway. "Yeah," she said, her voice cracking. "It was... nice..." She searched and found a Willow voice, "Super nice."

"I know," Xander winked superiorly at Buffy. "I'm a super stud. I should..."

"How do you know I wasn't super nice?" Buffy challenged. "You're not so hot."

"Oh yeah?"

Buffy quirked an eyebrow in affirmative. "We can get a penis anywhere. There're a dime a dozen, right Wills?" She turned to see Willow climbing off of the bed and for the first time nudged Xander to her side. Buffy sat up and didn't bother to shield her nudity. "Willow?"

"I have to go to bed," she said simply. "Dawn's coming home in the morning right?" Buffy nodded in agreement and understood that reasoning. She didn't want to have to explain threesomes to her little sister, but there was more than that Willow was suddenly... ashamed? Scared? There was a lingering thought in the back of her mind that kept repeating that she was in love with Tara and had betrayed that most coveted trust. If she could just get out of there it would be like nothing ever happened. But it did happen and ... oh God for all that she had been able to chalk up to lusty hormones with her best friends over the past few weeks, being with them, in the same room, the same bed and still being tuned out. She was right beside them and when she searched their minds when they were together there was no 'her', it was them and it was love.

How could they be in love and still do what they just did? How...

"Willow?" Xander called and she quickly averted her eyes from his nude form. "You sure you're alright?" His voice was concerned because he knew what she was feeling now, and yet she still lied. She wasn't alright. She was confused and sated and gleefully tired, and she hated herself for it, and they both knew.

"I'm good," she said and bundled up her clothes in front of her to block her naked body from their sight, as if it mattered at all. They didn't seem to care what she could see of them. "Just... spent, whew, tired." She made a hasty retreat to the door and opened it while trying to keep her back from them so that they couldn't see her behind. "See you tomorrow." Willow was mildly proud that at least she controlled her voice enough to make it sound like she wasn't flat-out lying, and she disappeared into the hall without waiting for a reply. She finally released a breath as she shut the door behind her and ran back to her room with tears brimming in her eyes.

Xander studied the closed door next to Buffy and cast a brief look to his girlfriend. He reached for her when he saw that her expression was belaying tears that weren't falling yet and pulled her back into a reclined position on the bed, holding her warmly in his arms. "I'm going to be Captain Understatement, here, and go out on a limb and say she wasn't alright."

Buffy shook her head against his chest and felt her eyes over flow. A few tears dropped to his skin and Buffy tried to turn her face to wipe them on her arm, but Xander held her tighter and didn't allow her to shield the expression. "Not our fault, Buffy," he assured her.

"I know," Buffy whispered.

"Willow's an adult."

"I know," Buffy repeated weakly. "But she's our best friend first."

"Not our fault." Xander held Buffy closer as her tears increased, and he knew that Willow was crying again. Crying and trying to think of how to explain to Tara that she had broken their covenant. The fact that she blamed herself and not either of them was all that carried him into a fitful sleep.

*

The Next Morning

Waking up in the morning was one of the least spectacular events Xander had ever experienced. He had recently become increasingly groggy during his waking hours since Willow had tapped into him. She, surprisingly, was less of a morning person than Buffy, which meant that where the Slayer needed a morning cup of coffee ASAP, Willow needed it intravenously injected before her eyes even opened. But then again, after last night, he shouldn't have been surprised that his post-coital morning after grin never actually made it to his face. After all, he had fallen asleep holding a quietly sobbing Buffy. Xander groaned and opened his eyes, blinking the sleep slowly from them.

"Tara's here." Buffy said apropos nothing while staring into his bleary eyes.

He rolled over quickly in the bed and clutched the blanket closer around his waist while scanning the room. Then he heard Buffy laughing at him despite heavy internal conflict. He figured that part was courtesy of Willow because he felt it too.

"Not here, here," Buffy spoke, and Xander knew exactly why. It was a little ironic that in order to have a private conversation it had to be done out loud. "Downstairs."

Xander relaxed back against the pillows with a sigh and then glanced at Buffy, who wasn't smiling anymore. In fact, she was staring again. Buffy waited for him to respond but Xander simply turned his focus from his girlfriend to the ceiling. She knew that his first thought upon waking had been about the lingering sweet musky scent that was embedded in the sheets and surrounding him. His scent and hers were common place, coveted and loved, a marker of absolute satiety.

But the third component was new. It was one that neither had ever expected to have a first hand experience in recognizing. Willow. An olfactory reminder or what had transpired mere hours before. A heavy wave of passion that had crashed over them and made them so much more than friends... so different that they couldn't be while they struggled against the current to the surface.

And then the tide went out.

The Slayer had woken up with Willow; anxious spikes of fear clutching at her chest and she almost hyperventilated. She had glanced towards Xander and seen that he was gripping his pillow in a white knuckle hold and wearing a tight frown. Not at all awake like she was, but still panicking. Mirroring her friend down the hall Buffy had slipped out of bed and taken a shower; probably to wash away the evidence, she reasoned from Willow. Buffy, herself, just wanted to lower her own heart rate. When she was done she had grabbed one of Xander's sweatshirts to wear and gotten back in bed, deciding to stare at him until his eyes finally opened.

And now that he wasn't sleeping he still wasn't talking.

Buffy combed briefly through his thoughts and found one resounding theme. French toast sticks form Burger King. She agreed whole heartedly if for no other reason than to get out of the house. But there was no way for that to happen without facing Willow first and that prospect was... scaring... the Slayer.

"I'm not scared of Willow," Buffy denied quickly when Xander finally did cut his eyes to her. She dropped down to her side so that she was still facing him. Buffy reached out slowly, in an almost tentative manner that she still got sometimes, and rested her hand on Xander's hip. She gripped it with a gentle pressure so that he took the hint and rolled over to face her, too.

He readjusted himself with a sigh and reached out to her, wrapping his arm low around her waist. "Must be big," Xander said finally and slipped his hand underneath her sweatshirt to rest warm on her back, rubbing lightly. "Foregoing Saturday morning lovin'. You even put clothes on."

Buffy giggled a little and ran the hand that was resting on his hip softly to his groin and ghosted the base of his shaft. She curled her fingers around his penis and Xander let out a soft gasp when she stroked it between them... and then, with an impish grin, let him go. "You're not up for it."

Xander scowled but pulled Buffy closer to him under the covers anyway. "So Tara's downstairs..." he prompted and received a nod.

"She came over after she was done her test."

"What time did you wake up?" his brow furrowed at her knowledge despite the fact that she had not left the bedroom.

"With Wills," she darted her eyes away. "Around 5:30."

"In the morning?!" The blonde nodded and him. "I forgot that there was one of those."

"She couldn't sleep," Buffy's pouty voice slipped in, "She was so wigged that I thought she was going to have a heart attack."

Xander's eyes and tone reflected the emotions he felt surging through him, "That's Willow. You know that Buffy." He looked down shamefully. "She feels so guilty... it's the fluke all over again, only this time guest staring Buffy Summers."

Buffy leant in and closed her lips around his serious frown, hoping to kiss it away. "You make girls go all wonky," she murmured against his lips in the voice she knew that he thought was so cute that it would be a crime if it didn't turn him on whenever he heard it.

It didn't really work on his obvious conscious this time. Xander met her with a more serious expression than she had hoped for. For somebody who's first line of comfort to her had been that it 'wasn't their fault'. "Can you blame her?" he said now, "Wouldn't you feel it?"

Buffy's eyes locked with his, ((I do feel it)) But instead she answered, "I want French toast sticks."

*

"We can go to Burger King and get some," Tara smiled hopefully. "Surprise Xander and Buffy. Celebrate the fact that I'm a total biology genius."

Willow was trying so hard to be chipper. Last night she had made her bed. Told both Buffy and Xander to not worry about the mess of it and now – with the bright morning light flooding the kitchen and the birds chirping outside – she had to lie in it. A broken, flaming, pile of wreckage and dog poop Serta Perfect Sleeper. Just for her.

Tara frowned when Willow gave her a brief bright smile and vigorous nod, but then dropped the expression and retreated back inside where ever the place was inside herself that she had been hiding out in for the last few weeks. "Darwin's great great great grand daughter loved French toast sticks, too," she blonde witch approached her girlfriend with a soft smile and leaned into where she sat; brushing some the fiery red hair away from her neck.

Willow snapped back to reality and met her loving gaze and felt like an even bigger piece of crap. "Only three greats? Darwin is way older than that. And did he even have children?" she babbled and was slightly worried that she could only barely hear Buffy and Xander anymore. Were they talking? She couldn't pick them up as easy if they were just having a normal conversation. They weren't sleeping. In fact, Buffy had been up for hours, but had chosen to stay in her room... away from Willow. Were they fucking... again? More after last night? Buffy loved to polish Xander's morning wood...

Willow shook her head slightly to clear it. Why should she care what they were doing? What they were talking about that they didn't want her to hear? If they were talking about her.

"I'm not really related, I don't think," Tara's brow furrowed even though her voice was as soft as her touch on Willow's neck. "I was just emoting on how well I did on my test this morning."

Willow tried to give a genuine smile and leant into her hand. "My baby's a genius." Somehow her facial expression didn't reach her tone and the statement came out more grave than Willow would have liked.

Tara smiled shyly, nonetheless, "Not quite a genius..." her girlfriend quirked an eyebrow. "Ok, so genius level IQ," Tara settled, "and still perceptive to non-book related things." She saw the perfect segue to Willow's blank expression and depressed demeanor. "Like what's been going on with you."

Willow's eyes sparked and she opened her mouth in a sputtered denial. "What? I... there's nothing... I..." Tara was watching her expectantly and Willow let her eyes fall shut – but only for a second because ever since she had woken up every time she let herself relax, images of the night before flashed through her mind; left her skin tingling with the sensation of phantom touches of hands and lips... that weren't Tara's. But Willow knew that when she went wide eyed and stuttered everybody who had ever met her knew that she was lying. She had made the expression too may times over the past few weeks for Tara to not be suspicious because she knew what it meant.

"So what?" the blond witch prompted. "I'm assuming its pretty big since the dynamic duo hasn't made themselves known yet... and I don't hear any of their usual morning activities, so I know that they're not busy. Probably recuperating from a Dawnless night, huh?" She watched Willow avert her eyes and flush bright red. "Unless it..." she trailed off and studied the redhead with slit eyes for a moment. Tara's expression melted into neutralness when Willow continued to stare at the table top in front of her, and she slid onto a stool across from her. She reached for Willow's hand. "Where have you been in there, sweetie?" she gestured with both of her hands to Willow's bowed head.

Willow was silent for a moment before mustering the weak response, "Just hanging out." Tara squeezed her hand in recognition of her response and Willow raised her eyes, at last, to face her girlfriend. She held the gaze... and her breath, and when she saw the love: unconditional and pure being reflected at her through Tara's warm and worried grey orbs, tears threatened to fall again. Willow sniffled loudly and snatched her hand away – refusing the contact that she didn't deserve. "It went wrong," she mumbled, the pressure of keeping the secret one second longer breaking her down. "Giles' spell went wrong and now I'm in here," she spoke hurriedly and pointed at her head, "...and up there," she pointed half heartedly to the ceiling.

"I...I d...don't understand," Tara negated her initial nod. "What spell? Up where?"

Willow exhaled a shaky breath, the two whispers in her mind that she had been trying to listen in on went eerily silent while a half decent, if there was one, excuse formed. "The spell," Willow began finally, "that Giles gave me. The last one that was in that funky language and it was supposed to let me into their minds... Buffy and Xander's minds for just a little bit... so I could understand better... a...and make sure that they wouldn't be hurt by it," Willow clarified before her girlfriend could even ask. "I read it wrong," she couldn't look at her anymore. "It put me in their minds... spread their link to me and I could hear them, they could hear me."

"That's all?" Tara's confusion melted into a reassuring smile. "We can go see Gil..."

"I can feel them," Willow cut her off. The dam broke and now it was all or nothing. "For three weeks I could feel them..."

"Three?"

"I liked it," Willow gulped, "and I wanted it..."

"Feel them what?"

"...and I started it."

"Started what?"

Willow's eyes stung with restrained tears and when she looked into Tara's eyes... looked deep into her eyes she saw confusion personified... and fear... and it was all her doing. "Last night," she choked on her admission. "You weren't here," she received a nod, "and... I... I was trying to reverse it... I wanted it to not be that... to not feel..." her voice dropped off into a thick whisper, "...andIkissedher," she finished quickly. "Or she kissed me..." she looked up into Tara's surprisingly well hidden shocked and hurt expression and kept speaking. "And then Xander..."

She had never seen Tara go so pale in all the time she had known her. Not when the Gentlemen had almost killed her, or when she found out about demons and monsters running free in the town, or when she was needed to invoke powerful magicks for Buffy to stop them... never as pale as she was right at that moment, and never as expressionless despite of it.

Tara took a deep breath in an obvious attempt to find her voice and calm herself. Her voice was weakly quiet and she tried to smile reassuringly, but the actual expression wavered and never reached her eyes. "So... y...you kissed her. Ok..."

"...and him," Willow averted his eyes to the floor. "I kissed Xander too."

"You kissed them... together?"

Willow nodded shamefully and wasn't able to meet her girlfriend's eyes. "I... I don't..."

Tara wasn't a brash person, and had been supremely shy up until a few years ago when she had started her relationship with Willow. She took great pride in the person who she was now and attributed a great deal of that to her girlfriend and her friends. Willow's group had accepted her and trusted her... were her friends – her very best friends, and now...

She laughed bitterly to herself. They were friends, just the three of them first. Way before they even knew her. But still... that still doesn't... "If you can do it, you can at least look me in the eyes and tell me."

Willow looked up at the harsh tone and found Tara staring at her still – seemingly bracing herself for what she knew was coming. The admission. The truth.

"So just say it," she beckoned. "Tell me what you did. What you all..."

"We slept together." Willow spoke quickly, trying to get it all out like she was pulling off a band aid – but her loves heart broke much more slowly. She watched it happen right before her eyes. "I..."

"Slept with them? Sex?" Willow nodded slowly. "With them?" Another nod. "Xander? And... and Buffy?"

Willow bit her lip to keep from crying and stop the tremors she felt building in her body.

"I... I didn't know she..."

"She doesn't," Willow spoke lowly and tried not to make her voice sound as if she were sorry about the fact. She needed to stay as emotionless as possible for her own sake. "She... it was..."

"Only you," Tara swallowed deeply and her girlfriend nodded. "Only you so y... you... cheated on me." Tara nodded cynically.

"Love you." Willow said directly after, not correcting, but simply stating a truth. "I love you so much, Tara," her voice broke and her eyes started filling with tears.

Willow was hunching over and shaking slightly again and it took everything that Tara had in her to not rush to her side and offer some consolation. She hated herself because that was her first innate reaction – make Willow feel better. Stop Willow's tears. What about her tears, though? Her love? What about this should make her rush to Willow and not the other way around?

And then, as if Willow had read her mind, she was. Willow crossed the table barrier between them and tentatively reached out for her, pulling her into her arms in a light hug. Tara wasn't at the point beyond shock and heartbreak to put up an active resistance, so her hesitation was born of simple numbness. Ironic, Tara thought, that Willow had come to her this time – was trying to make her feel better and knowing that she was being torn apart inside despite a calm exterior, since she heard a door open upstairs and some slow footsteps making there way to the top of the stairs. Willow couldn't read her mind... she could read theirs. Tara idly wondered what they were thinking now, and her lack of concentration on her emotions cost her tears that began to fall down on Willow's shoulder.

"I love you Tara," the redhead whispered and rocked slightly back and forth. "I love you so much... I'm so sorry..." She was crying to. Wishing against hope that she was able to take it back. She thought idly of a list of spells that could make that happen, but then heard a mild protest from Buffy. A sad, weak, diminutive plea that showed that she felt Willow's hesitancy at them being able to feel each other.

"Why?" Tara asked finally with a loud sniffle as she pushed Willow away. "Why would you?"

She didn't have an answer. The night before she had rationalized as well as she could and gotten what she had wanted at the time. But now, looking into Tara's eyes and not needing a mental link to pick up her pain, none of what Willow had offered as justifications to herself were holding any weight. Tara would want her to be happy – but Tara made her happy. She would want her to feel loved – she loved her so much that it hurt. Everything that Willow had told herself being with her two best friends would bring her, she already had with her girlfriend – and she had it without all the drama and tears and secrets and lies. It was just a no strings attached given. She had her happiness in Tara and Tara had hers in her. "I made a mistake," Willow gave the only lame excuse that she had left. She wouldn't demean Tara any further with the other drivel she had formulated. "A stupid stupid mistake..."

"And you think that you love me?" the blond Wicca asked skeptically. "You think," she faced the withering redhead down, "... that this is love? Love is trust, Willow. Not..."

"She does love you." The interruption was sad and it floated into the kitchen before its speaker made themselves known. "God," Buffy's voice was choked and her face was red – obvious that she had been crying. "I've been up since dawn because she loves you, you have to believe that."

The formerly shy girl faced down the new occupants of the kitchen. Buffy and Xander still bundled in pajamas, freshly decided to join the show. Tara couldn't help the bitter scowl that formed on her features when she looked at them. Her friends...

"We're so sorry." Xander spoke from behind Buffy. "We don't know what to tell you besides that we're sorry. We... I... I'm just so sorry and I..." his voice hitched and Tara looked to see both Buffy and Willow fighting tears.

It made her feel bad for all of them, but then the inkling was washed over by anger. They were so Goddamned close now. Could feel what the other was feeling and cry each other's tears. They had something that nobody in the world was supposed to be able to share, and anything close to that with Willow, Tara wanted for herself. But she couldn't, and Buffy could.

"She's been my best friend since forever," Xander collected himself and spoke as evenly as he could. He stepped closer to Buffy and wrapped his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into his chest slightly in an effort to quell her tears. "And... she loves you, Tara. I've never seen her love anybody as much as she loves you..."

"Not even you?" The hurt in the question that Tara posed to Xander while looking at Willow resonated in the exceptionally well lit room. If the weather were dependent on mood, it would no doubt be the eye of a hurricane in the kitchen. Cold and rainy and lonely... the answer – Willow's answer would hang in the stale air and redefine everything that was about the Scoobies. He knew the answer and she wanted him to say it... to tell her that she was in his best friend's heart in a way that he wasn't and would never be again... wanted him to vacate the spot that he held for so long...

And Xander didn't lie when he looked at Willow, dead in the eyes and saw it. Felt it. Buffy must have too because she hugged him a little tighter. "...not even me."

He had held it for too long, and now Xander had to move on.

Tara nodded at his solemn answer and watched Buffy lean into him. He should have enough. Didn't the slayer have a problem with the fact that her boyfriend was so enamored with Willow? Why would she offer solace for a relationship that would ultimately exclude her too. But, then again, why should she? Willow had had sex with her too...

"Can you undo this?" She asked shakily.

"She was going to last night..." Buffy spoke quickly, but then trailed off.

"Got sidetracked, did you guys?" Tara's question was poised with venom that none of her friends knew that she had. She didn't apologize and turned to Buffy and Xander, "Did you guys have fun? Sleeping with my girlfriend... was it good?"

"Tara..." Xander spoke up when he felt the other woman's glare boring into Buffy.

"No... you know what? Just... don't, okay." The Wicca's voice wavered. "I don't think that there's anything that either of you – any of you can say that will make me feel better about any of this."

Xander tried nonetheless, "We never meant to hurt you..."

"Your girlfriend didn't go behind your back and sleep with two other people did she?!" Tara's voice rose. "The person you love more than anything... the reason you're still here didn't throw everything you feel back in your face, did she?!" He shook his head simply because there was nothing else to do. "And whatever she did do, you sat back and watched... you got exactly what you wanted..."

"Seeing you like this isn't what any of us wanted Tara," Buffy denied softly. "We all made a mistake. We all acted in a moment and..."

"...and if you love her you won't let this..."

"Don't you dare tell me what I won't do." Tara spoke with a quiet forcefulness that the other occupants of the room had no choice but to nod to. "Your say in this is done."

"But you do love her," Buffy nodded hopefully at Willow. "Just like she does you, and I don't want..." She stopped when Xander squeezed her shoulder. "Please don't hurt her," Buffy pleaded quietly. "She doesn't deserve it... and you make her so happy."

"And I make her so happy?" Tara imitated Buffy disbelievingly and then turned to face her silent girlfriend. "Do I? So you think I deserve this?" Willow shook her head and took a step closer to her again when she saw tears begin to fall anew. Tara shook her head and held up her hand to stop her advance. "I... God, Willow, I love you so much..."

"Me too. I love you too..."

"...and I want to trust you... to be with you." The redhead nodded in agreement. "But this..." Tara continued and gestured over her shoulder to where Buffy and Xander were standing. "This needs to be undone."

"I will," Willow spoke quickly. "I'll undo it right now. I have all the books and talismans. I'll undo it right now."

Tara nodded, her face hard and her eyes moist with contained tears. "Then call Giles in case something goes... wrong," she turned and headed out of the kitchen, heading for her room in Buffy's home. She didn't know if she wanted to get out of the room or the house, but she had settled that she would at least need to be away from the three of them for a little while. "He'll help and I'll watch you do it. Make sure it stays done."

*

Tara's Car. Near Sunset. Jan 19

Willow was silent when she came back downstairs with a rather hefty duffle bag after Giles had finished talking to her. If it were possible, she looked even sadder than she did when the whole thing came out into the open. Good.

That had been what Tara settled on when she heard Willow telling Dawn that she would see her the next day. They'd go to dinner and talk about some things. Good.

The teen at least deserved to know why everything she knew was going to have to change, she just hoped that there was an explanation suitable enough for Buffy's little sister. If not, she hoped that the one Willow would give her wouldn't be too traumatizing. Dawn had so little family left – Tara would never want to deprive her of any more, no matter what the circumstances.

But still, just as she had informed Buffy and Xander, she and Willow needed time. Needed to work things out and talk and find out why what had happened, happened. Find out if it were possible to just have it be a one time thing. A mistake, Willow kept saying with the strongest conviction. Willow had reassured her over and over that she didn't want Buffy and Buffy didn't want her. She didn't know why it happened, she claimed, but she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it wouldn't happen again.

The car ride had been silent besides that.

"Are you hungry?" Willow asked tentatively after a few moments. "You...you've been doing stuff all day. Have you eaten?"

Tara shook her head slightly and turned briefly away from the road. "Nope. Not really any time."

Willow nodded and looked down at her hands. "Um, do you... do you want to stop somewhere... Two To Tango? We can..."

"What was it like?" Tara cut her off and didn't turn to meet her eyes. "What was it like to... to feel everything that the one you were with was feeling?"

Willow shrugged. "Overrated."

Tara chuckled cynically. "Really? Love that was so complete..."

"We can get that... that..." Willow wished she could remember what she was thinking before she tried to interrupt, but was thankful for an opportunity to change the subject.

"That's how I want to love you." Tara continued anyway. "I just want... I want to be the one..."

"What was that stuff..." Willow scrunched her brow. She knew Tara loved her - she wanted Tara to believe that she loved her. That she always would. But she didn't want to compare what they had to what she had done with Buffy and Xander – the three of them, for her, couldn't even come close to what she and her girlfriend had. What she felt for her was so over and beyond any momentary lust that to even think that one sexual experience could mean more would be a slap in the face, and she didn't want to do that.

((Cajun codfish alfredo)) Tara thought idly.

((YES! We can get some of...))

Willow's eyes were wide when she realized what had just happened. That she heard Tara in her mind and...

The car swerved off the shoulder of the road and she and her girlfriend faced each other with matching looks of pure shock. "Did you just..."

"You heard that?!"

((The spell!))

And a genuine smile broke out on Tara's face for the first time that day. A smile that Willow matched shyly as that pulled back onto the road – still headed for the UC Sunnydale campus. ((What do you think I translated wrong this time?))

((I dunno)) Tara gulped and adjusted to the tingling sensation that Willow created in her mind. ((We'll ask Giles later.))

*

Sunnydale High School. Same time near sunset. Jan 19.

She had seen him from a distance and didn't speak as she approached his perch on the steps in front of the high school. Xander didn't turn to acknowledge her and Buffy sat down next to him, staring briefly into the open space he was so intently focused on, and then grabbed his right hand in her own. She gave it a gentle squeeze and then without a word, lifted his pliable arm over her head and wrapped it around her shoulders.

Buffy fit herself against his side snugly, still holding his hand with their fingers interlaced. "Knew you were here," she commented quietly while watching the sun set through a pair of houses across the street.

"I told you I was here," Xander pointed out with a squeeze of her hand. "You should have known."

Buffy rolled her eyes and nudged his thigh with her knee. "Am I supposed to know the why and the wherefore of this particular location, too?" she sighed when Xander turned her head and pressed a lingering kiss to the top of it.

"Yep," he answered simply. "For somebody who's currently mining my thoughts," he felt Buffy pout and stop her active search of his subconscious. "You sure need a lot of explanations."

She pursed her lips and rocked against him again. ((Stop making fun of me.))

Xander turned and kissed her head again while tightening his hold on her. ((Sorry.)) His tone was solemn as was his posture as he maintained his gaze on the sunset. The spell that Willow, Giles and Tara had done that morning was so anti-climactic that there was no way that it didn't work. It was the complete opposite of the explosion that had knocked them out and gifted them with this insight into each other.

Sometimes change ripped through your life like a turbo rocket – turning it inside out and upside down. Other times... other times like now, it was quiet: swallowing up and devouring the past silently. The only sound that marked this change was the chirping of the birds overhead and the subtle tick of Buffy's watch.

When the sun sinks below the horizon on the day of invocation the unconscious will return to mystery. Back into your own self you shall retreat and remain and the voices shall cease, as it was meant to be.

Sunset was in ten minutes.

Giles' face had been priceless when Tara had explained what the problem was in detail as soon as Giles had walked in the door. Buffy had made it a personal goal to try to embarrass her Watcher in the past, but nothing had succeeded like Tara's deadpanned, "They can read each other's minds and all had sex together last night." Giles bypassed red and turned a shade of purple that Xander had never seen.

After the reading the older man had asked to talk to his three charges and told them that there personal lives were none of his business, but as the oldest and most parental figure that they all had, it was his duty to let them know that they had made a foolhardy mistake the size of which he never knew even they were capable of. He told them that people got hurt – good people who didn't deserve it – because they couldn't control their libidos. And that they were setting no kind of example for Dawn.

Buffy had been hurt the most by that comment, but Giles had refused to retract it. He even went as far to tell her that, while he had the utmost confidence that she had what it took to be a good guardian for her little sister, and that it was best for the both of them to be together, he would not hesitate to insist that Dawn stay with him or he move into the house with them to ensure the security of her home situation.

Willow had stayed focused on her hands. She hated that she had let Giles down. She had broken Tara's heart and spirit. She had failed on every aspect of her life in a manner of a few weeks.

And Xander, listening vaguely to Dawn talking downstairs to Tara, who was doing amazingly well pretending like she wasn't hurting at all; was first drawn into the conversation when he thought that Giles had directed that libido comment directly at him... and then again when it sounded like Giles didn't trust them to take care of Dawn – like he didn't trust Buffy. And for all that she had been through, his trust was only one of the things she had earned that should be unconditional. God, how Xander wanted to say that to the other man. He wanted to tell him that what Buffy did in her personal life was none of anybodies business and that she knew... they all knew... that mistakes had been made. Wasn't it enough that they were all suffering for want to a few hours the night before? Didn't he see the tears in Buffy's eyes and Willow's? Didn't he see him trying to be strong for the both of them? Not his girls anymore though. Only Buffy was his girl, he had to give up Willow and let her deal on her own... with Tara. Buffy, his new one and only, shouldn't have to fight in her own home, and he hated that he had nothing to say to stop that from being the case.

But instead, Xander had excused himself from the house. He told Buffy that she knew where to find him and left the room as soon as Giles took a breath in his lecture and went downstairs. Dawn smiled at him as soon as he passed the living room and he did his best to disguise what he was feeling – his heart breaking again when Tara swallowed and nodded to him.

It was a small comfort that Tara followed him outside and stopped him with a touch on his arm. "This doesn't mean that I think you guys won't be friends," she told him, her voice belaying regret that even Xander doubted she knew she had. She might trust Willow again, but he doubted that he and Buffy would be so lucky. "I know you'll probably be friends forever." She sounded almost upset that she knew that that would be the case. "Just..." she didn't know how to ask for what she was without being hurtful. "Just give us time." All Xander could do was nod. Tara made his best friend happy, and he would never deny Willow that chance.

"We're going to have to get used to the vocal conversation again, huh?" Buffy's demeanor was still semi-light and reflective when she drew him back from his inner thoughts. Xander nodded beside her, "Shouldn't be too hard, we did it for almost eight years," she continued when he didn't speak.

((And you are a talker)) He managed a joke that earned him a good natured retaliatory nudge, even though his actual thoughts were occurring so rapidly that he couldn't discern a single one. Yet, all the same, he knew that if Buffy were to ask him her favorite question: 'What are you thinking about?", his answer would be the staple, 'Nothing'. Only in a few minutes she would lose the ability to know that it was a lie. "This railing, in the first high school, was longer," Xander said instead of responding to Buffy's previous diatribe. "It went down to the side walk before." He ran his hand that wasn't around her shoulders over the steel bar. "Your mom," he continued after a short pause and felt Buffy tune in further into his emotion at the mention of her mother... the same stomach clenching surge of grief that he assumed she would always feel when she remembered. She hid it well, usually. "...she pulled up and I was skateboarding from down there," he pointed down the sidewalk. "I wasn't really paying attention until I happened to look up... right here. Like eight years ago I just looked up, and there you were."

Buffy tilted her head up to look at him when the tone of distinct awe at the memory washed over her and made her blush.

((...first time I saw you.)) "Been following you ever since," he smiled, not weakly, but decidedly more forced to mask the emotion.

Buffy reached up and with the tips of her fingers smoothed over the beginning stages of the stubble on his chin. She guided his face around to hers and held his eyes, searching for the briefest moment before leaning forward and pressing their lips together. Buffy straightened her back to push herself closer to him while they moved languidly against each other with gently probing tongues. ((You don't follow me)) Buffy whispered decisively. "You walk beside me." She pulled back from the kiss but kept her hand on his cheek, massaging the skin there while Xander blushed beneath her gaze and tried to avert his eyes.

"Thank you," he said just as quietly and sounded the tiniest bit unsure of his response. She met his nervousness with a bight smile. Even now, Xander still had some issues with accepting compliments, just as she did in giving them. They were working on it daily together.

"Now you say something nice about me," she prompted teasingly to alleviate some of his unnecessary quiet tension. She wanted their last few moments of being completely together to be as relaxed as possible. Xander followed her lead and pursed his lips, making an obvious show of scanning her whole figure appraisingly. ((And nothing about my breasts)) she restricted him with narrowed eyes ((...or ass)).

Xander pouted and looked put out. "You're not as short as you could be?" She scowled at his feeble attempt and bit his lip in mock concentration. "Ummm... your hands aren't as cold now as they were in the beginning of this relationship?" She slit her eyes and reached for his cheek again, pushing it hard enough to turn his head away from her in a playful non-slap. ((What?!)) Xander was laughing as Buffy tried half-heartedly to escape his loose hold around her shoulders. ((It's that or that you move your hips incredibly well for a white woman))

((Based on your one interracial date who ended up trying to sacrifice you to the First Evil?)) Buffy smirked superiorly. ((Which by the way just proves how single minded you can be))

Xander didn't let her best him and nodded proudly. ((Hell yeah... and I've got years of Destiny's Child, Mya, and Shakira videos under my belt))

Buffy dropped her hand to his thigh and ran it up until her fingers were ghosting past the crotch of his jeans. ((I bet you do)) she joked when Xander jerked and hissed out a breath at the comment. "You're a jerk." She spoke evenly, but smiled despite herself while chastely, and much to Xander's disappointment, removed her hand from his leg.

"A jerk in luuuuvvvv...." He faced her with an exaggerated French accent and pressed a sloppy kiss to his girlfriend's cheek. He blew out with his lips sill pressed to her face and made a loud 'zzrrrrbbrrrtt' sound that made her giggle. Before Buffy shoved him away Xander turned his face so that his mouth was on her ear – his demeanor was visibly more serious than it had been a second before and his warm breath made her shudder at his side. "You know that little whistling noise that you make when you're sleep?" he whispered suddenly.

((No. I'm sleeping when I make it)) Buffy's voice was equally low and breathy with a hint of anticipation.

"Well you do," Xander nuzzled the shell of her ear with his nose. "It's not a snore or anything, but more of a monotonous high pitched hum that you do when you sleep on your back... kept me up when we first started sleeping together. You wouldn't stop until I turned you over... but even then it's just a quieter version of it..."

"I could get some of those nose thingies that..."

"Now..." Xander cut her off, but still stuttered, pulling Buffy even closer to him and accepting her reassurance when she turned her head more into his own. "...now I can't get to sleep without it."

Buffy melted inside at the warm comfort of his voice. She knew that he loved her, but only Xander would ever think to state it in the random way that he just had. She turned, and due to their close proximity, pressed her forehead to his, both smiling a little goofily at each other. "I don't mind that you go through my beverages and only leave a sip left in the carton."

Xander chuckled lightly and his exhale fanned through the loose hair framing Buffy's face. ((What am I thinking?)) He asked and shut his eyes against the bright orangey hue of the sky.

Buffy mirrored his blissful expression and shut her eyes. Neither cared that they must look so ridiculous to passers by – sitting on the stairs of a high school on a Sunday evening and holding each other. ((That you love me... you know that I love you... mmmm... something about blindfolds and... candle wax?)) She was silent for a moment while she concentrated on Xander completely. ((...and Ricky Martin?))

((NO!)) Xander tensed and denied vehemently. ((I was thinking about that video, not the guy in it!))

((Suurre)) she smiled even though he wasn't watching her. ((And I'd like to see you try to make me shut my mouth)) she answered his pouted protest with a teasing voice without missing a beat.

((We can tape it for you later... once we get some candles...)) he leered suggestively, even in his mind. ((Right now, concentrate...)) Xander took a deep breath and dropped both of his hands to her lap, blindly grasping her hands and interlacing their fingers. ((Do you know how much you mean to me?))

Buffy nodded against his forehead and felt Xander using the last of his time to mine everything that she might be feeling – to feel her one last time as completely as possible.

((Do you know that I only want you?)) She nodded, but much more slowly. ((Only you Buffy.)) Xander assured her confidently. ((Even last night, all I could see was you)) He laughed slightly to himself. ((All Willow could see was you too))

Buffy smiled slightly and shook her head. ((She was totally into you. Always has been))

((And after this is over...)) "Just us," Xander whispered. "I only see us."

((So we pretend like it never happened?)) Buffy sounded like she honestly wished that it could happen that way, that she could forget and make the past disappear. ((For Dawn's sake...))

((He's not going to take...))

"I know," she cut him off and traced her fingers over his cheek. "Giles just overreacted. I know he wouldn't..."

"I wouldn't let him," Xander said seriously. "Not because of one..."

"Mistake." Buffy filled in for him. "A massive mistake." He nodded. "That we can get past."

"Cuz I love you," he smiled crookedly at her.

"Cuz you love me," Buffy answered in kind and kissed him lightly when he pouted.

((Ahem)) Xander pulled back from her and looked into her eyes expectantly. ((And you...))

"Forgot to tell Dawn to take out the trash?"

"Okay..." Xander shimmed closer to her on the steps and kissed her lower lip when it pouted out with her question, and she hummed against his mouth. "Anything else?"

"Am thinking Mexican for dinner." Buffy denied him his answer again and ran her fingers up though his hair with an impish smile. Xander narrowed his eyes at her and moved to let her go, but Buffy used her superior strength to stop his withdraw. ((What am I thinking?))

"You're thinking about Mexican," Xander answered with pursed lips.

((What else?)) Buffy grinned and pressed her question. She settled into his arms again and shut her eyes. ((I'm thinking that...)) She trailed off and Xander couldn't even begin to describe the warmth that he felt wash over him. He had been watching Buffy's blissful expression, but his eyes slipped closed at what he felt from her... something that she couldn't describe, but she simply felt – that she wanted him to feel with her, and it was the most intense thing anybody had ever given to him. Love. Love that couldn't be ascribed actual words because there were none to encompass it all. He knew the feeling, but unlike Buffy, he always tried to tell her. He never even thought that she might feel the same thing... that she would understand with out him explaining it, but she did, and that made the warm feeling set his heart and mind on, an all consuming, fire.

((When this is all over)) Buffy's mental interruption was even thick with emotion and she opened her eyes. She ran her fingers over the planes of his face again, over his eyebrow and down the side of his nose to the corner of his mouth. ((And I look at you like this)) She beckoned him to open his eyes to look at her and he complied slowly. ((Know that this is what I'm feeling. That I love you more than I can say.)) Xander nodded slowly and pushed closer to capture her lips in a kiss that he hoped showed half the emotion that she was giving him. She kissed him back, eyes closed, a deep wet caress while she pet his face and Xander closed his fingers lightly around the ends of her hair – just trying to hold on a little bit longer to her... to what was slipping away. ((And I know that you feel the same way... I got it from you first))

When they broke apart Xander was smiling though panting breaths, unable to open his eyes just yet for fear of seeing how fast the moment was fleeing. He cleared his throat and pushed himself up to stand in front of her, still holding her hand and tugging lightly for her to join him. "Did you... uh... talk to Tara or Wills?"

Buffy nodded and stood up on a step so that she was slightly taller than him. "Tara said the same thing she told you. Time." Buffy averted her eyes briefly and swung their joint hands back and forth between them. "Wills said she was sleeping at the dorms tonight – packed a pretty big bag." ((Might be for a few nights.)) Xander tried to smile, but ended up just biting his lip.

"Did she say when she'd..."

Buffy shook her head before he could finish the question. "I think she's going to try to hang out with Dawn tomorrow. Just us... she needs to not be..."

"Yeah," Xander nodded. "Is, uh... is Giles still there... for D-miester?"

"Yep."

Xander nodded again and pulled Buffy's hand until she was leaning against him, but still standing on her step. He wrapped his arms tight around her waist and pulled her up against him and she wrapped arms around his neck and her suspended legs over his thighs with a giggle of mock protest. ((Want me to tell you what you're thinking now?))

Buffy looked to the orange-glowing sky and tried to look innocent. ((If you think you can get it.))

((Let's see...)) Xander licked his lips and hoisted Buffy up against his body with a grunt. He wrapped her legs further up on his waist and locked his hands beneath her, taking two huge handfuls of her butt through her jeans and smiled at Buffy's good natured scowl.

((Molester)) she teased him and Xander squeezed her ass more purposefully and made her arch her hips against the hardening in his pants.

"G-man took Dawn out for dinner... because we all know who didn't cook." Buffy pouted at him. "And we're all thankful for that, believe me."

((Put me down))

Xander held her tighter still and smiled. "And... he said earlier that he was going to stay until some of the dust settled... make sure there was no more link... so we've got some time." Buffy nodded with raised eyebrows. "And a couple of places we could go..." He suddenly dropped her legs and took a quick step back, leaving Buffy standing on her own an arms length away.

He smirked and reached for the collar of his shirt and flipped it up to his mouth. "CRRRKK... Come in base. Suspect Buffy Summers is on the loose considered armed and dangerous." Buffy grinned and started backing down the sidewalk with ominous smirk in place. "She's making a break for it," Xander spoke seriously into his collar, "I'm going in pursuit..."

The Slayer turned on her heel and ran down the street to where Xander's car was parked, hearing him behind her the whole way. "What's that?!" Xander shouted behind her loud enough for her to hear. "Use force to subdue!?"

Buffy was laughing out loud when she let herself be caught at the passenger side of his car and he pushed her up against the door. "They said excessive force if necessary," he whispered harshly just millimeters away from her lips – parted and panting in breaths of anticipation while she scanned his face. Xander knew she was turned on – she had stopped laughing – but he didn't notice that that was his only indicator... that he couldn't feel anything but his own personal arousal inside him. "I'm going to have to serve my city and place you under arrest." He didn't wait for a response as he held her pinned to the side of his car and dove into a hard kiss, forcing Buffy to respond with his alacrity and she did so willingly.

((Anything you say Officer Harris)) Buffy was panting hard through her nose and sucking on his tongue, but Xander never heard anything but a moan.