Whispered Witness


The Sequel to The Jackie Chan Movie Marathon

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy:TVS. Joss does. I'm not making a profit on this. So don't sue. Thanks!
Rating: R+ .......If you are under 18 you shouldn't be reading this! Go here.
You have been warned!

She hadn't seen him in two days. Buffy knew she'd hurt Xander; she'd done something rash and impulsive -- again -- and lost a close friend -- again.

"Stupid!" she cursed herself. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" She paced through her living room, then the kitchen. Buffy opened the refrigerator and peered inside.

"Milk, bread, eggs, peanut butter, something green...ew!" Holding her nose, she tossed the container into the trash. Taking one more look inside the otherwise empty refrigerator, she made her decision.

"Grocery store time."

Buffy wandered into the small general store and looked around. [Let's see...cereal....pop-tarts...twinkies!!] She headed for the junk-food aisle, lost in thought over what she had begun to think of as the 'Xander situation'.

Now, it was bad enough that she'd let her hormones get the better of her -- it happened to everybody, she decided -- but she should have learned her lesson after her Angel had turned back into the bloodsucking fiend Angelus. She should have known better than to try to have a normal relationship with anyone. Not that her friendship with Xander was exactly normal (in the strictest sense of the word) but she could at least count on him to be her...what had he said Angel called it?...her Lancelot, or something.

She realized that she was standing stock-still in the middle of the store, clutching only an empty plastic shopping-basket. Buffy started walking towards the snack cakes again.

Hey, Xander had even said that he wanted to be with her. He had. And she was happy that they'd had a chance to make love once before Buffy's slaying -- and living -- days were over. She supposed that it was a good thing that it had only happened once or there would have been serious problems. More serious than the ones that would arise if Angelus or Cordelia or (god forbid) Willow were to find out about the whole thing. For some reason, Buffy was more worried about getting back on speaking terms with Xander than about dealing with the gang should they find out. But she and Xander had to get their story straight before everyone came home, or someone would find out sooner or later. Probably sooner.

Buffy grabbed her twinkies, and headed over to the cereals. She wandered around the store a bit longer, checking out the latest issues of Cosmo and Mademoiselle and the newest Grisham paperback. She'd decided to buy a copy of Marie Claire that had an article on the newest summer styles and colors, when she ran into someone. "Oof!" The person fell to the floor.

The figure grunted on impact. "Hey, Buffy."

"Xander!" she said, "Oh, god, I'm sorry."

"No problem, Buff." Xander stood up and dusted himself off. Shrugging awkwardly he said. "How are you?"

"I'm not okay."

"Okay. Not the answer I was expecting." He frowned at his petite friend. "Because of what happened?"

"No, actually." She fumbled over the words. "Because of what happened after what happened. When you left. I didn't finish what I was going to say."

"I'm listening." he said.

"I don't want you to be -- killed because of me. Because, with Angel. If he found out, he'd...well, I'm not sure what he'd do, but it would be very bad. Which would be bad for, you know, you in general." Buffy peered at him. "Wait. Why are you willing to listen now, instead of before?"

"Believe it or not, I am capable of some sensitivity. I figured that you had a good reason for saying what you said. Then I thought, and couldn't think of whether or not you said a reason, so I thought, the next time I saw you, I'd let you say what your reason was." He paused. "I think that made sense."

"Yeah, it did." she said.

"I understand your reasons, Buffy." Xander said.

"You do?" she smiled. "Really?"

"I'm not sure that I like the fact that, for my own safety, I can't go out with my babe-a-licious bud Buffy...but..." he smirked, sliped an arm around her waist and said lasciviously, "can't we still get naked?"

Buffy giggled and swatted him away. "Not that I would mind, the whole nudity thing sounds fun, but...we're in a grocery store, Xander."

Xander made a puppy-dog face. "Aw, man..."

"Do you really think this is a good idea, Buff?" Xander asked as he sat on a crumbling granite headstone in Sunnydale's cemetary.

"Well, do you have anything better to do tonight?" she replied from her handstand on top of a nearby mausoleum. "There's nothing up at the Bronze, your parents have the car so we can't get out of town, and besides, I promised Giles I'd patrol every night. So."

"So here we sit." Xander sighed. "Can't we just hit Planet Video and get a couple of flicks?"

"What happened last time we watched movies? This isn't the summer of love, Xand."

Xander pouted. "You were ready to go in the grocery store, there, Buff. What changed?"

"Lemme see...I'm in a cemetary, at night, with all possibilities of vampire activity spread before me like peanut butter on a Ritz. And you wanna get naked."

"Well...uh...yeah." Xander shrugged.

Buffy sprung down from her handstand and walked over to the dark-haired young man. Linking her arm in his, she smiled and began to lead him to her house. "I'm such an idiot."

"But you're loveable."

Buffy turned on the lights in the kitchen and shut the door behind Xander. She walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out two cans of sodapop, tossing one at her companion silently.

"Wanna watch a movie, Buffy?" Xander asked. He'd been aware of the sexual tension building up between them during their walk home. They had been walking arm-in-arm, then his hand had brushed against her hair, then her hands had grazed his backside. And then they'd stopped for five excruciating minutes at the video store.

It had been torture, waiting for Buffy to choose a movie. Standing next to her without touching her, wanting to stroke her hair, hold her, kiss her...he chose to act on this impulse now, coming around the island in this kitchen, from behind gathering the tiny girl in his arms, and ever-so-gently kissing her neck.

"Xander...."she whispered, tilting her head away to allow him more access. He brushed her silken hair off her tanned neck, and began to kiss the smooth skin there in earnest. His hands slipped underneath her thin green tank top, stroking her stomach, then reaching up to unclasp her brassiere. His hands caressed her small breasts, gently kneading, gently pulling at her nipples, until she was whimpering and moaning her lover's name again.

She turned around in his arms and reached up to kiss him -- a bruising, passionate kiss that made their hair stand on end and the room crackle with electricity. They struggled off Buffy's top and brassiere, and Xander's head descended to her chest, licking and sucking at her perfect breasts. Her back arched in an instinctual effort to get closer to the source of her pleasure, and his hands roamed her smooth, defined back, caressing her shoulders, her rump, then coming back to tangle in her hair as he kissed her passionately again.

Buffy pulled away, gasping for air. "Xander," she panted, "We can't do this here."

He raised his eyebrows mischeiviously and began to unzip her blue jeans. Wordlessly, he dragged the material down around her hips and slipped his hand into her panties. He found her clitoris, already moist with desire, and began to stroke her there, slowly, even as his head descended to her chest again. The Slayer moaned, then growled, clasping Xander's head to her like a mother nursing her baby. her hands went to his belt, quickly working his engorged penis out of its confinement and then beginning to stroke it rapidly.

"Buffy...no..wait...I'll come if you do that." he gasped.

"I want you to come." She smiled. "Will you do that for me?"

He groaned as her hand slowed on him. "Turn around, Buffy."

She looked at him strangely. "Why?"

Grasping her shoulders, he turned her around and began to tug her pants and underwear further down her legs. He bent her over the island in the kitchen and unceremoniously plunged inside of her.

Buffy moaned.

Angelus grinned. "Xander, my boy, I've got to give you some credit. I would never have thought of that." He sat in the tree outside of her room and watched as the teenagers did "the nasty". He'd been watching for hours. In fact, this was the first place he'd stopped since arriving back in town with Spike and Dru, intent on at least making his presence known. But this! This was so much better...

What to do, indeed? Angelus turned his attention back to the couple inside as they both climaxed. Buffy screamed Xander's name.

Angelus waited for a few minutes for the pair to get comfortable. "Buffy, " he whispered.

Buffy sat bolt upright in bed.

"Buff? What's wrong?" Xander asked, concerned.

"I thought I heard....Angel."

"Angel's gone, Buffy. Spike and Drusilla said they were going after him." He put his arm around her and smiled. "Do you really want to get up?"

"Not really." She smiled and snuggled back into his embrace. "Goodnight, Xander."

"G'night, Buffy." her lover yawned. He pulled her closer and they both fell asleep.

"So, we're not talking about this? To the gang, I mean." Buffy said to Xander over her morning coffee and bagel.

"I think that would be a bad idea. Imagine Cordy's reaction." he sighed.

"Imagine Willow's reaction." she said wryly and took a large lick of the cream cheese that had gotten on her fingers.

Xander turned back to his giant bowl of cereal. "I'd rather not."

"Are we going to be able to go back to being just friends?" she asked.

"We're still buds, Buff. There's just some flowers now." he smiled. "But we don't tell the gang."

"Buds with flowers," she agreed. "Pinky swear?"

"Pinky swear."

And they finished their breakfast, watched Saturday morning cartoons, and hung out like normal buds do.

And in Angelus' new home, he pondered how to break the news to Xander that dating his ex-girlfriend just wasn't safe.

the end...for now
This is the end of the "Spring Fever" portion of this story. It will continue as soon as I finish English Rains and Werewolves of Paris. I think I'm creating my own BuffyVerse!

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