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Kiara sat on the swing set in the park and rocked back and forth. She *so* didn't want to be
patrolling. She wanted to go home and take a nice long bath and put the day behind her. But
she couldn't. She had to patrol. Somebody had to. And since she could tell Buffy wasn't up
to Super Slayage ability, Kiara had volunteered.
After she'd walked Buffy to her dorm and returned to the graveyard, she'd been
ambushed by a group of at least twenty vampires. It had been easy to off them, especially
since a few had run away. But Kiara was wary. Vampire activity like that usually hinted
that something big was up.
Thus when, as she was swinging idly, a small group of vampires appeared in front of
her, Kiara was not surprised. She watched the four - three men and one woman - and
grinned. She recognized them from the night before as they must have recognized her. They
would not come closer than the bush about four yards away. She assumed they had reported
her to their leader and were here to give her a message.
"There is only one Slayer," the woman said.
"Is that so?" Kiara asked indifferently as she continued to swing.
"There can be only the Chosen One. This foolish town believes it to be the petite
blonde, but we have seen differently," the tallest male vampire called out.
Kiara nodded. "Fine. If you say so," she replied casually. She was curious as to
what these vampires had to tell her, but she wasn't going to wait around all night to hear it.
"We bring you a message," the short one said.
"Big surprise," she murmured.
The tall vamp picked up something behind her and thrust in to the ground in front of
her. Kiara stifled the urge to run to the prone body lying on the grass. To show that
weakness would be her folly. "What's it?" she asked dispassionately.
"It's a body," the short one said.
"I know that, you dim witt. Boy, your Sire *must* be proud of you. I meant, what is
your message."
"'Hands Off'," the woman said enigmatically as she turned and led the group away.
As soon as they were out of sight, Kiara ran to the still form and kneeled down
beside it. She reached out with a trembling hand and turned the body over carefully, hoping
what she felt was wrong. She sucked down the unnecessary breaths as she looked down.
With a small grunt she heaved the dead weight over her shoulder.
She would kill whoever had done this to Spike.
* * *
This was too depressing. Not only was Buffy *not* having fun, Xander was making
it worse. Of course Buffy wasn't as oblivious as she seemed. She knew Xander had been
becoming increasingly *sensitive* to her. She didn't want to hurt him. And she couldn't
leave now that she'd let him drag her out here. Besides, where would she go? Home?
*Don't think so.* To the dorm? *Not likely. Don't wanna walk in on Will and Oz doin' the
wacky.* Patrolling? *Kiara has that more than under control, I'm quite sure.* The one
place she wanted to be, she could never go back to.
The Bronze wasn't as packed as usual. This was a holiday week and people had
gone out of town. There wasn't really much to be thankful for in Sunnydale, except the fact
that you were alive.
Xander sipped his Coke and stared at the girl next to him. He wanted to comfort her.
He wanted her to smile again. And yet, being his usual wacky self just didn't seem to be the
right thing to do. With a determined air, he sat the drink on the table and stood up. He held
his hand out to Buffy. "Dance with me?" he asked.
Holding back a sigh, Buffy smiled and walked out to the empty dance floor with him.
She half-heartedly wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest.
She'd never really noticed how tall Xander was. He was just her "Xander shaped friend."
Xander placed his hands on her lower back and tried to press her as close to him as
possible without her knocking him out. He liked the way she felt against him. She was a lot
smaller than Cordy, he noticed, and so soft. The music was somewhat slow, yet the tune was
powerful. He recognized it from somewhere, but couldn't place it.
I've been biding my time
Been so subtly kind
I've got to think so selfishly
'Cause you're the face inside of me
I've been biding my days
You see
Evidently it pays
I've been a friend with unbiased views
Then secretly lust after you
Buffy swayed against him, letting herself relax. He was a lot bigger than she seemed
to remember. She hadn't been dancing since that night with Angelus. It was nice not having
the mind numbing fear. Somehow, now when everything seemed to be falling apart inside of
her, being in Xander's arms didn't seem so bad. He was her friend. He was familiar. He
was comforting. Xander wouldn't do anything to purposefully hurt her.
Xander wanted to kiss Buffy. He'd danced with her many times before. But it was
different this time. It wasn't just friends. It wasn't just play time after carnage. It wasn't just
a mean sexy dance.
It was just a girl and a boy enjoying the feel of each other. As Xander held her in his
arms, he forgot about Cordy. He forgot about Angel. The past few years slipped away and
there were no vampires or demons or Ascensions. It was only him and this girl he had been
drawn to since the moment he first saw her.
Buffy lifted her head and looked up at Xander. When her gaze traveled over his face,
he wasn't the same Xander she was used to seeing. There was a strength in the set of his
jaw, a softness around the boyish smile of his lips, a determination in his dark gaze. Buffy
wondered when Xander had grown up. She'd totally missed it. It dawned on her that she
never really looked at Xander. He was always around for comic relief - or comfort in times
like these - but he never thrust his problems on anyone else.
So now you feel rusty
You're bored and bemused
You wanna do someone else
So you should be by yourself
Instead of here with me
Secretly
Xander looked down into Buffy's eyes and wondered about what she was thinking.
There was the cutest bemused look in her gaze. It sent shivers up his spine. He wondered
what she would do if he kissed her. Her lips were slightly parted and her breath spread it's
warmth over his chest. Absently, he tightened his grasp on her. He heard the catch in her
breath as one of his hands slid over the curve of her hip. Xander sent a prayer to God that
Buffy couldn't feel how she was affecting him. He searched her eyes for any clue, but her
beautiful face was emotionless. He exhaled a soft breath of relief when she laid her head
back upon his chest and resumed the dance.
She'd never really thought about it before, but Buffy wondered what it would be like
to *really* kiss Xander. Instantly she felt guilty, her thoughts turning to Willow. If Willow
found out, Buffy didn't know if her friend would forgive her. Sure, she had Oz now, but
Buffy knew that in some place in her heart, Willow still loved Xander. Just like Xander still
had feelings for Buffy.
Besides, if Angel ever found out...
*If Angel found out, nothing.* He wasn't in her life anymore, he'd made that
abundantly clear.
It just felt so good to be cared for again.
In fact, if it wasn't for Willow....
Trying hard to think pure
Bloody hard when I'm raw
You're talking out so sexually
About boys and girls
And your friggin' dreams
Xander groaned when Buffy turned around, her back rubbing against his chest as she
arched and swayed and rocked against him. He wondered what had caused the change in
her. This brought back too many bad memories of a certain other dance. Yet he was
unwilling to stop her. Buffy's motives were not to make Angel jealous. Perhaps she was
just getting into the dance as much as he was.
Buffy closed her eyes and smiled slightly when she heard Xander. It would be so
easy to use him. But that's not what Buffy wanted. If she hurt one more person in her life....
She ran her fingers through her hair and tensed slightly when she felt his warm fingers lightly
caress her nape.
So now you feel lusty
You're hot and confused
You wanna do someone else
So you should be by yourself
Instead of here with me
Secretly
Buffy turned around slowly, but Xander kept his hand upon her neck. His thumb
brushed against her jawline as he tilted her face up to his own.
She felt as if her breath had escaped her as she watched Xander lean down to her.
But she couldn't stop this from happening. Her body was paralyzed and in some corner of
her brain, she didn't want it to stop. Buffy wanted to remember what it was like to be loved
and cared for - even if it was just for a moment.
Xander was surprised when she didn't stop him. But all thoughts flew from his mind
when their lips met. She was soft and warm and pliant. Buffy didn't respond right away, so
Xander wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her tightly against him. The
knowledge that she was probably quite aware now of what she did to him rose unbidden in
him, but he squelched it down.
Buffy's eyes flew open when she felt Xander's arousal pressing into her abdomen.
He really wanted her. To Buffy's love-starved body, it was enough. She lifted her hands to
cup Xander's face and closed her eyes once again. Her lips parted beneath his and he took
this as an invitation. His tongue skillfully slipped between her lips and he almost smiled.
She tasted sweet, like Coke and raspberries.
She swirled her tongue around his playfully, teasing him into deepening the kiss. Her
fingers tickled the back of his neck as she wound them in his curly black hair. Buffy leaned
back and inhaled deeply. She blinked and looked into his gaze. The whole situation seemed
so surreal. Her eyes dropped to his wet lips and she shivered in his embrace.
So now you've been busted
You're caught feeling used
You had to do someone else
You should have been by yourself
Xander was afraid. He was afraid that her hesitation meant she was disgusted with
him. He was afraid that as soon as she realized what they had just done, she'd do something
much worse than just stake him. So he was surprised when she pressed the length of her
body against him, mewling softly, and nipped gently at his lower lip with her teeth. Her
kisses were quick and chaotic. He knew she was his, if he wanted.
He had to do this right. Xander balanced her between his legs and cupped her face
in his large hands. He pulled back momentarily to look into her large, luminous eyes. He
found what he wanted and kissed her hard, his tongue plundering her sweet mouth as he bent
her backwards.
You had to do someone else
Buffy knew she was falling. This had gone way past anything she'd ever imagined.
She didn't want Xander's kiss to stop, but she knew that it was wrong. How could she
explain this? To anyone?
You should have been by yourself
Instead of here with me
Secretly, secretly.
Xander pulled back, his embrace steadying Buffy as they stood together. As the
ending strains of music stopped, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug and rested his
cheek on top of her head. After a moment, he stepped away from her.
"Well," he started hoarsely. He coughed. "I uh, I guess it's time we should be getting
back. I mean, you've got class in the morning, Li'l Lady," he teased in a bad John Wayne
impression.
Buffy smiled gratefully up at him. Her mind was reeling and the last thing she
wanted to do was have an in depth discussion of what had just happened. "Yeah. It is pretty
late."
Buffy returned to the table and scooped up her jacket. She slipped it on and shot a
glance at Xander from beneath her lowered lashes. She stuck her hands in the pockets of her
jeans, and together the pair of friends walked out into the chilly night.
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