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Willow threw popcorn at Spike. "Shut up, vamp boy!"

"Boy?" Spike growled from Melynda's embrace. "Who are you calling boy?"

Lyn chuckled, wrapping her arms around Spike tighter. She was happy that Xander seemed so content with Willow, so blissfully happy with her in his arms.

Buffy chuckled, watching her friends. Xander hadn't let go of Willow all night, and the redhead happily sank in his embrace, looking as if she'd always been there. She wrapped her arm around Riley's waist, leaning to him. She tilted up, kissing him softly. Everything was finally right.

Spike threw his head back and laughed. Willow was watching him with narrow eyes, daring him to make a comment to her flippant remark of, "I think it's *you* I'm calling boy, boy." He'd missed the witch, and was glad that she was finally awake, finally where she belonged. Xander seemed happier, and the blonde vampire knew that living with him would be a lot easier. "Only one person calls me 'boy', Witch. It isn't you."

Willow stuck her tongue out. "Boy, boy, boy, *boy*!" She giggled, leaning towards Xander. The brown haired man tightened his hold on her, glad that his girlfriend and his roommate were getting along. He leaned down and ran his tongue along her delectable ear, chuckling as it made her gasp slightly and lose her train of thought.

Spike chuckled again, nudging Lyn. "Looks like Xander's gonna shag the witch tonight," he said softly.

"It's about time," Lyn muttered. "What's it been, two months now since they were supposed to?"

Buffy cleared her throat, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. As much fun as she was having, she knew that Willow and Xander needed their time together. "Guys, you know, I'm thinking Willow looks really, really tired," she said, hoping everyone would follow along with her lead.

Willow frowned, wondering why her best friend wanted to get rid of her. "I'm not tir. . ." Her sentence halted when Xander covered her mouth with his hand.

He forced her to nod her head, then grinned at his friends. "She is tired, see? She can barely keep her eyes open. I think she should stay here tonight, and I think it's time for all good little witches to go to bed."

Willow giggled, pulling away from his hold on her mouth. She turned her head, her eyes dancing. "What about the bad little boys who love the good little witches? Is it time for them to go to bed too?" she asked playfully. She chewed her bottom lip, praying to her Goddess he'd say yes.

A slow seductive grin spread over his features. "I think it is, Wills," he said, his voice husky.

Graham rolled his eyes. "God, guys. If you are tired, go to bed. *Some* of us are trying to watch the movie."

Riley glanced at his best friend with a grin. "We gotta get you a woman, Graham. It would let you appreciate the sexual tension better."

Graham chuckled. "Whatever."

Willow stood up, pulling Xander up with her. "Guys, I'm really glad you are all here." She pulled away from Xander, hugging everyone, one by one. "I'm going to bed though," she said, moving from Buffy to Spike.

Spike nipped at her neck and she turned her head in mild surprise. "Spike!" she exclaimed. "What was that for?"

Spike grinned, leaning up to kiss her on the forehead. "Take care of him," the vampire said softly. "He's one of those bloody fragile poofs."

Willow smiled. "I love him too," she whispered with a giggle. She hugged Melynda, then walked back to Xander. She wrapped her arms around him and turned to the group. "Night, guys."

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Buffy sang playfully.

Spike laughed, throwing a pillow at the Slayer. "That's not really much, now is it, Slutty?"

Buffy turned to Spike, her eyes dancing with amusement. The two of them had come to a turning point over the summer, becoming friends. They used their friendship to insult each other more than ever. "*I'm* the Slutty one? *You* would sleep with anything, Vampire." She nodded to Melynda. "No offence. I like you."

Melynda smiled at the Slayer, chuckling softly.

"Me?" Spike replied. He put on the face of innocence. "I would *not* bloody sleep with anything."

"One word, blondie," Buffy said.

"Harmony!" the whole group sang.

Spike covered his face. "Bloody Harm. Stop bringing up the bint. I swear to bloody god."

Everyone chuckled.

Willow turned to Xander. "Come on, baby. I think we have some. . .sleeping to get to."

Xander smiled, taking her hand. "I think I have to agree, love." He led her out of the living room and to his bedroom.

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Willow cried out softly, running her fingers through Xander's hair. She was lying on her back, completely naked. He had his head between her legs, where he'd been enjoying the taste of her for what seemed like an eternity. He wasn't going too fast, or too hard, just bringing her waves and waves of pleasure. "Xander. . ." she whispered hoarsely, wanting to feel him against her, inside of her.

He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked softly, glancing up at her face. His dark brown orbs met her half lidded green ones. He smiled slightly, enjoying the look of rapture he was bringing to her face. "Xander, please. . ." she begged. "Make love to me."

He pulled away, sliding up her sweat soaked body. "I think I could do that," he whispered in her ear before capturing her fleshy lobe between his teeth. He nibbled slightly, enjoying the way her hands strayed down his lean body to help guide him into her entrance.

He slid inside of her, groaning softly at the tight wetness. "God, Wills. . ." he whispered, closing his eyes. They teared up, as he was filled with emotions he'd never felt before. For the first time in his life, he felt as if he truly belonged where he was. He belonged to the petite redhead, to her heart, to her soul. She was everything he'd ever wanted, and he knew that he was lucky to finally have her after everything they'd been through their entire lives.

She moaned softly, bucking her hips against his. She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles. "Xand. . ." she said breathlessly, closing her eyes. "I love you. . ."

He began thrusting into her gently, wanting to savor the moment, the contentment he felt inside of her. "I love you," he grunted.

The room was filled with moans, gasps, and soft sighs as he took her. He began thrusting harder, feeling the passion between the two of them grow. She dug her fingernails in his back, gasping as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her, finally feeling the sparks that she'd always dreamt she would.

He knew it was almost time, that he was going to explode, buried in his witch to the hilt. He thrust into her three more times, stiffening as he cried out with orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, amazed at how different being with her was than with the other two women he'd been with.

She held him tightly, her eyes closed, her mind repeating softly, 'Thank you, goddess, for granting me such a wonderful gift.' She finally opened her eyes to see her best friend, the love of her life, and her now lover watching her with a silly grin on his face. She blushed slightly. "What?"

"You are beautiful when you cum," he said, his voice holding a touch of amazement to it.

She blushed harder, looking away. "Stop being silly, Xander Harris."

"I'm as serious as a heart attack, Willow Rosenberg," he said, capturing her chin with his hand. He turned her face to his. "I love you, so very much. You are absolutely the most beautiful, most angelic creature I've ever seen. . .and when you cum. . ." His smile widened. "I'm going to have to do that a lot to you, make you have orgasms, just so I can see your face."

She giggled slightly. "I don't mind that, not at all."

"I didn't think you would, love." He rolled over, pulling her with him. She rested against him, her head on his chest. He played with her hair, staring at the ceiling in thought. "Wills?"

She glanced up at him, suddenly scared at what he might say, what he might regret. She certainly didn't regret any moment spent with him, and the last several had been the most special in her life. She tensed slightly, praying he didn't hurt her again.

He looked down at her, a sad look in his eyes. "I'm sorry."

Tears filled her eyes and she looked away, withdrawing within herself. Her heart shattered into a million pieces, and she knew that this wasn't going to be fixed, not now, not ever. The one thing she wanted more than life itself had just been given to her, and was being taken away - again. "That. . .that's ok, Xander," she choked, trying to hold back the sobs that were threatening to spill from her lips.

He tilted her face back to his. "No, baby, not for that. . .that was. . .incredible," he whispered. "I'm sorry that you thought I was going to hurt you. I'm sorry that I've hurt you so much that you automatically assumed I'd do it again."

"You. . .you don't regret this?" she asked quietly.

"God no!" he exclaimed. "It was. . .Willow, I must have been someone really good in a former life to deserve you, because I know that I haven't done that much good in this life."

She smiled through tears. "You do, though. You do deserve me. Just as I deserve you. We belong together. It doesn't matter what time, what dimension, nothing. We were meant to be together for always." Tears fell down her cheeks and she laughed slightly, pushing against his body.

"I'm going to make you my wife one day, Willow Rosenberg."

She smiled slightly. "Willow Harris," she whispered. She glanced up with a grin. "I like it. I think it works."

"I do too." He pulled her closer. "Now get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

With a frown, she looked up. She yawned slightly. "What are we doing?"

He leaned down, to whisper in her ear, "I'm going to make love to you. All day long. I'm going to make you cry out in pleasure, whimper underneath me with delight."

She giggled, burying her face in his neck. "I can't wait," she whispered.

He pulled her against him tightly, closing his eyes. As he drifted to sleep, his whispered, "Thank you, Willow's goddess, for new opportunities."

END

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