Nightmare

Rating: NC-17

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Spoilers: Season four.

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Pairing: Buffy/Xander

She was lying on his bed when he came into his basement and he was startled, but not unpleasantly. She sometimes dropped by after patrol just to pal around. Recently, though, and especially since beginning college, she had been rather distant toward him. Of course, he'd noticed that she'd been rather distant toward everyone. He grinned to see her here now, just like old times except for the basement part. "Buff! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

She rolled over to look at him and there were tear tracks on her face. He immediately came to her side. "What? What is it?"

She pulled him close and held him tightly. "Xander, I'm sorry. I've been a terrible friend. I… I'm sorry."

He held her at arms' length, reaching up to gently wipe away the tears from her face. "Relax, Buff. You're not a bad friend. You're my Buffy. Now, what's got you so upset?"

She sighed, pulling him close to her. He wrapped his arms around her, thinking to give her comfort, and she snuggled into him. "I… had a dream."

"Slayer dream?" he asked when she let her voice trail off.

She shook her head. "No… I don't think so. Just your garden-variety nightmare. Only… only in this nightmare, you died."

"Me?"

She nodded. "And… and I realized something. Xander," she suddenly knelt up, looking him in the eyes urgently. "Xander, remember what I said when you had Amy do that spell? About how you can know somebody for years but not really know them?" At his nod, she opened her mouth to continue, but decided not to speak any more and leaned over, kissing him deeply.

He lost his balance and would have fallen off the bed if not for her quick reflexes. She laughed at him a little bit. "Well, I'm glad you're head over heels for me, Xand, but try to relax, okay?"

And suddenly her hands were under his shirt, stroking his chest, pulling him closer to her for a long, searing kiss. "Xander," she whispered finally when she let him go, "I want you."

"You… you wanna…?" His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. "You wanna do… that?"

She, in response, pulled her tank top up over her head and off. He discovered much to his delight that she had not worn a bra. He knelt there, staring at her, unable to believe that this was really happening. Suddenly, her face crumpled. "Do… do you… you don't want…?"

His eyes widened. "Oh, no, Buffy, no, God… I mean, yeah, I do want… I was just… surprised, is all. I wasn't expecting…"

She grinned. "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!"

He blinked at her, startled, unable to quite believe she'd just said that. Then he burst out laughing, and her smile brightened by about a thousand watts. And then suddenly she was on her back and he was on top of her. They were both completely naked in about ten seconds, and his cock was hard against her thigh, straining towards her. He leaned down to kiss her as she stretched languorously below him, rubbing as much of her bare skin against his as she could. "You need to know something," he told her quietly before he began. "I've only ever done this once before."

She smiled slightly. "Well, I've only done it twice, and both times ended in the ubersuck, so I'm not much better off than you are."

He stroked her cheek lightly. "I won't leave you, Buffy. I won't hurt you."

She nodded. "I know."

"I'll be here as long as you need me to be. Even if that's only until the morning."

She nodded again, then pulled his mouth to hers. And then she gasped as he slid the head of his cock into her.

She was hot, wet and tight. If he hadn't known about Angel and Parker, he'd have thought she was a virgin. Her muscles squeezed his erection as he slid deeper inside her and her legs came up to wrap around his waist as he began to slowly thrust into her. He rode all his weight on his elbows, bending his head down to bury it in the crook of her neck as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close and moaning his name.

She had only the two experiences to go by: Angel, which had been her inaugural session with all the accompanying badness, and Parker, who had not been without his own soullessness. But here in her arms was Xander, Xander who had been with her through thick and thin, Xander who had brought her back from the dead. Xander, whose thick length was buried so deeply within her that she thought she would always feel him inside her. Xander, who loved her despite everything and because of everything.

And suddenly she felt the spasms coming on. She pulled him even tighter. "Oh, God, Xander… Xander, I'm gonna… Oh, God, please, Xander, please!"

He heard her pleas and thrust harder, faster into her, reaching her as deeply as he possibly could. And when her inner walls clamped down around him, squeezing him tightly, he groaned and let his own release come, spilling his seed inside her and groaning her name quietly into the side of her neck.

They lay together quietly in the aftermath, unwilling to let go of one another. They lay quietly, not speaking, simply being together, and after a time, she fell asleep in the warm circle of his arms.

He pulled her tightly against him, pillowing her head on his shoulder, and slept himself, smiling in his sleep in anticipation of waking up next to her.

The End

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