• 1-Buffy & Xander: 2 Naughty, 2 Good
• 2-2 Naughty, 2 Good Pt 1b
• 3-2 Naughty, 2 Good Pt 2
• 4-2 Naughty, 2 Good Pt 3a
• 5-2 Naughty, 2 Good Pt 3b
• 6-2 Naughty, 2 Good Pt 3b

((Cereal cereal bo bereal, banana fanna mo meareal, fe fi fo feareal cereal…))

((You lead such a simple life)) Xander laughed while he towel tried his hair. He could hear his girlfriend’s almost giddy tine clearly in his mind while she paroozed the choices of her breakfast food.

((And boys, I guess sometimes you just need one)) she shot back mentally and literally heard Xander’s pout even though he was in her bathroom and she was in the kitchen. Buffy smiled outright while Willow looked on curiously form her seat at the kitchen island.

((There’s nothing wrong with Britney Spears or that song)) he whined his defense.

((Oh, you’re right. But there is something wrong with your dancing to it…Banana!))

((New nickname?)) Xander smiled in his head while making sure to dry himself off slower. He felt Buffy hesitate and the slightest shudder that went through her – the one that matched his – when he purposely dropped the towel some so that his bare hand brushed past his penis. Once…twice…Xander gulped and closed his hand around his member in a secure grip while watching himself in the slightly foggy bathroom mirror. He stroked a third time just for himself. He knew that if he concentrated hard enough Buffy would not only be able to feel him, but see him as well. He could feel the sound of her breathing ech thr through his mind and the insistent throb clenching at his lower abdomen, but he wanted his image just as he saw him now now projected in Buffy’s eyes.

They had been toying with that for the past few days; a sort of mutual mental masturbation. In fact, last Monday it had been just that: Xander in the lobby bathroom of the new Sunnydale Hyatt Regency while he was supposed to be laying floor boards and Buffy down the street at Sunnydale High in the handicap bathroom in the art center. She put off her 2:15 meeting with the principal and a student’s parents at Xander’s request, and if you were to ask him it had been well worth it.

((I haveta admit)) he grit his teeth down on his bottom lip while sliding his hand up and down on his shaft in a continuous movement. ((I liked the old name better)) He swiped his thumb over the head and smeared the precum that had leaked there along the length with his palm. He heard Buffy moan and soon matched her sentiment when a particularly hard throb spasmed in his groin and he was forced to momentarily release himself.

((Oh yeah?)) Buffy breathed, a view of her sink flashing before her eyes before it was replaced again by the sight of Xander in the mirror. She rightly guessed that he had dropped his head. ((What was it again?)) she teased and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket in front of Willow and biting into it all while studying her boyfriend’s naked form and predominant erection in her mind. She laughed when he asd a d a Superman pose, his legs apart and hands on his hips.

((I think you remember.))

Her breathing returned to normal despite the remnants of a minute pulsatation, quickly abiding as Xander changed his task from gratification to trying to get her to laugh. ((I think you should hurry up))

((Why don’t you come up here and say that?))

She could feel his devious leer in her mind and shook her head. Buffy vaguely noticed Willow’s eyes darting between her and the toast in front of her while she headed towards the counter.

((Fine)) Xander huffed, his concentration wavering just as his dick started to deflate. ((At least let me hear you say it))

((I don’t know)) Buffy dropped two pieces of bread into the toaster. She had heard his stomach rumble when she caught scent of Willow’s breakfast and decided to take pity on him by fixing him something to eat. ((I don’t like lying))

Xander narrowed his eyes literally and figuratively and headed out of the bathroom and to Buffy’s closet where he kept some spare work clothes. ((You mock now, but you’ll be screaming later.))

((I don’t scream)) This time Buffy pouted.

Willow giggled and Buffy turned to face her friend only to find the redhead staring ahead with her brow furrowed.

((Now, if you don’t hear it I wonder if it’s possible that you’ve burst your eardrums before the sound even got out?))

((Shut up Xander))

((Say it Buffy))

The toast popped up and she placed it on a napkin on the counter. She felt him as he finished getting dressed and headed down the stairs. ((No))

((Hard Xan…do it hard! Oh Jesus…yessss unnghhh GOD!!!))

Buffy narrowed her eyes and took a bite of toast out of vindictiveness. She noticed Willow’s head drop and saw the back of her neck turn almost as red as her hair, but was distracted by Xander’s screaming in her mind.

((I’m goin…gonna come so hard Xan…XANDER!!! OH PLEASE XAN!!! Slow down…slow…I want it from behind…OH GOD YESSS!!!))

((Fine!)) Buffy shouted. She was glad that Willow wasn’t looking at her to see her beet red flush ((Man of Steel. There! Asshole!))

Xander’s confident smirk greeted her as he jumped down form the third step and landed in the doorway of the kitchen with Superman pose back in place. Buffy’s blushing glare bore into him while Willow mashed her cereal into her milk distractedly.

“Morning Wills,” Xander greeted brightly as he headed into the bright room aowarowards the sink where Buffy stood.

“G’morning,” the Wicca mumbled.

“Morning Sweetie,” he beamed next with an over confident grin in Buffy’s face. He reached beside her for his toast and kissed her on the cheek when he drew back.

Buffy maintained her glare but it softened when he made puppy dog eyes at her.

((No morning kiss for Mr. Big?))

Buffy snorted and pushed her way past him and moved to the other side of the kitchen island. She leaned over it so that she was facing him and grinned when she heard his gulp of breath in between bites of toast. She didn’t nee d their link to feel his eyes warming the slight cleavage revealed by the loose plunging neckline of her sleeveless shirt. She felt particularly vengeful and pushed her upper body up on her arms and squeezed, making her breasts that mucre pre pronounced. ((I’ve seen bigger)) she sing songed and Xander’s gaze faltered.

((Me too)) he fired back, his eyes fixed on her chest despite his comment. Willow glanced up at Buffy almost involuntarily but immediately dropped her eyes again. ((And you can only dream of somebody who can bring it like me))

((Sometimes that’s all a girl needs.))

Xander glared at her again, her teasing tone masked by a sweet smile. He knew she was trying to get to him – she loved to turn him on and leave him high and dry for upwards often hours waiting for her beck and call. But, to tell the truth, he liked doing the same thing to her too. Thanks to his thoughts, and more surprisingly her own, Buffy should be glad that she was female because Xander assumed that is she had a penis parents would be a lot less comfortable letting her mentor their children.

Her next mental message drew him out of his reverie with just the implied image alone. ((n gen get me there and back three times before you can even get to the station.))

Xander faced her with a calmly taunting expression ((Looks like you have some more stuff to teach me then, Ms. Summers.))

Buffy licked her lips at Xander’s inviting smirk but then spoke aloud. “C’mon Xan. You gotta take me to work. I’m going to be late.”

“What?” his tone was confused.

“I let Dawn take the car today remember?”

He did…vaguely. A lot had come up, so to speak, that pushed the details to the back of his mind. “Why didn’t she take you?”

Buffy pouted, “She said that I’m like a teacher and that it’s embarrassing. Can you believe that?!”

Xander’s chuckled quieted when she shot him s ‘Slayer’ look. “If I had teachers like you in high school, I’d make a car to drive you to work in.”

That earned him a smile and a mental ((Good boy.)) “Flintstones style?”

“Just call me Barney Rubble,” he beamed.

“So Barney,” Buffy fixed him with a feebly challenging tone while maintaining a mildly curious inkling about Willow’s steady flush. “Are you telling me that you won’t take me to work?”

“I have top be in Irvine by 9:45, Baby. That’s the complete opposite direction.”

Buffy was trying to be angry with him but his sincerity was making it difficult.

((I love you though.))

((You’re gonna owe me.)) she teased.

((You don’t love me?))

((I might.))

((Might?))

“Can you take me Wills?)) Buffy ignored him and asked her other friend hopefully.

((Mmmm…Wills take Buffy…))

Willow rolled her eyes and Buffy’s lip turned up in disgust at Xander’s thought. “Ummm, yeah…” the Wicca dropped her spoon into the bowl and slid off the stool to put it all in the sink. “I can drop you on my way to school.”

“Great,” Buffy turned and stuck her tongue out at Xander.

((Again, come over here and do that.)) his voice a dare.

((Can’t. Gotta motor.)) Buffy smiled sweetly and grabbed her purse from the counter. “You ready Willow?”

((Want me to surprise you for lunch?)) Xander watched her back as she bounced to the back door ahead of Willow who was still gathering her books and laptop.

((Is it really a surprise now?)) she flung open the door and turned to face him again. Buffy was completely in love with the breathless look Xander’s face took on for a moment and the lingering tingle that settled on her skin vis-à-vis his feelings from just watching her. A stray thought voiced in the back of his mind resonated in hers ((…beautiful…)) Buffy smiled back at him leaving no doubt that she had heard him.

((It’s always a surprise until it happens.)) he whispered slyly

((Well then bring it on.))

((It’s already been broughten!!))

Buffy giggled at his ‘Not Another Teen Movie’ impersonation as Willow approached her. “All set. See ya later Xan,” Willow tossed over her shoulder, but then laughed privately

((Love you.)) Buffy sent back to Xander through the closed door and smiled at the loud mental smooch noise that he made in response.

**

“Are you alright Wills?” Buffy turned her gaze from the passenger window to her friend as she drove quietly down the street.

“Huh?” Willow shook her head. “Uh…yeah, I’m good. All is well.”

Buffy cocked an eyebrow, “Is that Willow babble for ‘No’?”

“No,” the redhead denied. “That’s Willow babble for I’m fine.”

“Mmhmm,” the Slayer hummed and let the subject drop. Buffy had been friends with Willow too long to not know her moods, but she hated having to mine feelings out of other people so she chose to focus back outside to the passing trees and street signs. ((Thank God. Almost there.)) Buffy sang in her head. She was not facing her so she didn’t see Willow’s head snap around momentarily and face her with a slight glare. But the Slayer did feel the Wicca’s gaze when it held on the back of her neck and she turned to offer her a forced smile as she was unsure of what else to do.

Willow narrowed her eyes before turning to watch the road again and made a left turn that brought the high school into sight.

((You can’t deny it, I’m a fuckin rider. You don’t wanna fuck with me. Hmm hmm mm the truck baby. Dum dum dum um dum lady…))

The song was repeated in an off key pitch in her mind drowned out the version on the radio and Willow turned to see Buffy nodding her head to the beat. She shook her head in hopes of clearing it some. She had run tests on both Buffy and Xander to test the limits of their telepathy and such. She and Giles had been concerned that there might be a significant damaging change in their brain structures, but thankfully everything turned up normal…well, Buffy had more concussions than a normal person should, and they had been surprised about her stable level of functioning with their findings, but she seemed alright.

But that wasn’t the half of the problem now. The spell she had used was brand new to her. In fact Giles had handed it to her mere minutes before, and it had been the first time she had every even seen it, let alone read Sanskrit out loud. And, apparently, it was obvious that she had mispronounced something because she now knew that Buffy’s favorite game involved Xander dressing up as a policeman and, she always cringed, using cuffs and his ‘night stick’ in completely inappropriate ways. Why did she know that? Besides Dawn asking her about a fake LAPD badge she had found in the living room couch cushions. No, Willow knew because she had not only heard Buffy say it and had caught a few exonerations of unbridled joy from the activities, and not out loud either – she had heard it all in Buffy’s voice in Xander’s mind.

Even more disturbing was something else that had recently developed and given her a shiny new insight into the personal lives of her friends that made her half want to rip her brain out and half want to…do something else entirely with her hands. The feelings. Willow had been experiencing, what could only be ascribed to the advanced stages of horniness all morning and not of her own volition. Very acute waves of arousal had been spiking through her lower abdomen and clenching in very wrong places ever since she had woken up…and she had woken up almost in the mist of an extremely strong and unprovoked orgasm while chanting to God in her mind, but in Xander’s voice. Willow couldn’t stress enough how badly she needed to see Giles.

“Are you feeling alright?” she asked next using a bit of caution. “Telepathy-wise?” she emphasized when Buffy looked confused.

“Oh yeah,” the Slayer beamed with an unadulterated sense of joy. “It’s so great…almost like that time when I could hear everybody’s thoughts but this time less of me going insane.”

“Always a plus.”

“Yeah.”

Willow swallowed uneasily, “You know…Giles thought…well, Giles and I thought that maybe you and Xan are making it worse…stronger by using it so much.”

Buffy regarded her for a moment but then shrugged indifferently, “Maybe.”

“Maybe, we thought, that if you guys eased up on all the mental play…we could see if that’s true.”

Buffy’s brow creased. “Like an experiment? More of them?”

Willow shook her head with wide eyes. “Oh no, Buffy! It’s just…sort of a trial…”

“Ok.” The blonde cut her off to forgo any further explanation. “You wanna do it this weekend?”

“I was thinking for a few more days or so.” Willow pulled into a parking space along sidewalk in front of the school.

((Riiiggghhttt….)) “Days?”

“Yeah,” The redhead nodded despite picking up the Slayer’s mental sarcasm. “To set a control.”

Buffy looked skeptical while mining her thoughts for science terms in hopes of understanding the technicalities of what her friend was telling her. “We can try, I guess. I mean, I’m not sure about just turning it off, especially the feeling part.” She was telling the truth. As soon as Xander got within a certain range her senses went of high alert and her mind just opened in the anticipation of his voice.

“I’m sure we can work something out,” Willow assured with a grin. “And if not, we’ll have learned something new about it, right?”

Buffy smiled back but still felt unsure, “Right.” She reached for the door and slid out of the car. “Well, thanks Wills.”

“Kay. If you need a ride home, my cell phone is on.”

Buffy nodded and pushed the car door shut before heading through the masses of teenagers up the steps of the school.

**

Buffy’s smile was faltering by the time she reached the doors of the school. She loved her job, she really did, but kids now-a-days… She stopped just inside the door, her eyes wide in shock. Did she just think that?!

“What’s the matter with you?” Dawn’s voice shook Buffy from her inner nightmare.

“Huh?”

“You’re gonna catch flies,” Dawn quirked an eyebrow and pushed her sister’s chin up with one finger. “Plus you’re scaring people and embarrassing me.”

Buffy jerked her head away from Dawn’s hand and she slit her eyes. “You’re the one who started talking to me…”

“Whatever,” the teen interrupted with a bright smile and a wane of her hand, and Buffy stopped talking. “I just wanted to thank you sooooo much for letting me take the car today.”

The Slayer didn’t like her little sister’s tone but began heading for her office anyway. “Why?”

“Well,” Dawn gestured excitedly with her hands. “I pulled into the parking lot this morning and you’ll never believe what happened!”

Buffy stopped walking and whirled on the teenager. “Is my car alright?!”

Dawn waved the question off, “Scott Forman!”

“Scott who?” Buffy shook her head. “My car Dawn…”

“Well,” she dropped her head momentarily. “He might have hit it a little bit…”

“HE HIT MY CAR?!” Buffy drew the stares of several passing students. “What’s this kid’s name?!”

“Wait Buff!” Dawn pleaded and grabbed her sister’s arm to keep her from trying to find her new love interest. “Maybe I hit him…” Her sister’s eyes went wide and her jaw set while she turned red with anger. “It was just the bumper/fender thing…and maybe the side panel a little…BUT he’s going to take me out this Friday as an apology.”

Buffy scowled at her sister’s dreamy grin. “You’re getting a job,” Buffy said through gritted teeth as the bell sounded. “And you’re going to fix my car.”

Dawn still wore a smile as she backed away from her older sister and tried to melt into the mass of students. “What?!” she called back, pretending that she hadn’t heard.

“You heard me Dawn!”

“Alright!” the younger Summers’ called. “Ok! I’ll see you at lunch!”

Buffy watched her sister’s back as she and her friends met up and headed around the corner all laughing.

“Ahhh, there you are,” Principal Wood’s voice drew Buffy’s attention from her fleeing sister. “Our favorite counselor.”

“Sorry I’m late,” Buffy smiled and shook her head. “I said that Dawn could drive today and the Scott…something hit my car…”

Robin Wood’s brow furrowed while the petite blonde woman gestured wildly with her hands in explanation. “It’s ok Buffy,” he held up his right hand in dismissal and pushed open the the office door with his left so that she could enter, “You’re not that late.”

“That didn’t used to be the school’s motto,” the Slayer chuckled disbelievingly. “In fact,” she said to the man behind her, “I was in a much older version of this very office fighting to have more people like you to support me on the staff.”

“Fighting for or for fighting?” Wood teased and followed her to her office.

“Touché.” Buffy wagged a finger at him and he smiled back.

“I couldn’t resist. And it wasn’t that long ago…”

“Not according to Dawn,” Buffy argued and turned on her computer. “Class of ’99 was…”

“Whoa ’99? That was a while ago, actually.”

Buffy slit her eyes. “Don’t make me take a long lunch,” she warned good-naturedly. Robin Wood had the uncanny charm of a friend instead of a boss that actually made work not so bad.

“I wish,” he sighed and leant against the doorway. :I checked your schedule and you’re booked from 9:50 till 11:15.”

Buffy let out a heavy sigh and glanced to the clock on the opposite wall.

“Then there’s the 11:30 meeting about the budget…”

“No break?” her voice a hopeful whine while she pouted.

Wood smiled, “Break? Rest is for the weary Buffy. You should know that we never sleep by now.”

“Fine.” She dropped heavily into her roller chair and let her head fall back against the high head rest.

“How bout,” Wood wandered into the office and sat on the edge of the desk. “You take a half at 12:45 and I’ll cover you.” Buffy smiled her thanks at his offer. “Then when you geck yck you can explain that purchase,” he gestured to the chair with a raised eyebrow.

Buffy offered an innocent grin and sank back against the padding while rubbing her hands back and forth against the arm rests. “It aligns my lumbar?” she offered weakly. Wood nodded with a purse of his lips. “I can go from here to over there without standing up?” she tried again hopefully while wheeling back and forth a little.

“Closer,” Wood pressed.

Buffy dropped her head. “It spins and I like the color blue.”

Wood laughed and stood up. “I’ll drop off your expense sheet before your presentation. Go with the lumbar one.”

**

Buffy had developed a series of nods for her conferences with students. The apologetic nod, enthusiastic, excited…and the one she was using right now, the sympathetic nod. She took another sip of coffee, her fifth cup of the morning, and glanced at the clock behind the chattering boy. 11:00.

She felt the tiniest bit bad that she was looking forward to the board meeting. It wasn’t because she didn’t care about Ryan’s problems either, it was more because her mind had wandered off about five minutes into the conversation and she had apparently missed a key part because now she had no idea what he was talking about.

“And then my Dad says ‘Roger you’ve got to apply yourself. Look at your brother…”

((Roger?!?! Was I calling him Ryan out loud?!))

((A couple times.)) Xander’s voice answered back just after a short tingle signaling his proximity caused and a lazy smile broke out on her face.

((Whatcha up to Babe?)) Buffy was happy to have another distraction that was more interesting than caffeine.

((Comin to see you.))

((Right now?))

She felt Xander laughing at the thoughtless question. ((About three blocks away…two blocks.))

Buffy pouted despite the giddy anticipation of Xander’s visit. ((I’ve got a meeting in twenty minutes.)) She giggled at the whiney puppy dog noise that resonated in her mindt tht then cleared her throat when she noticed Roger staring at her. “Sorry.”

((They’re gonna think that you need the counselor.))

((Well the voice in my head will never shut up.))

((You’re always too busy to make me.))

Buffy smirked and licked her bottom lip, a sly look spreading on her features.

((You didn’t even have tome for a morning kiss. Bad girlfriend.))

((Oh, I gave you a morning kiss.)) Buffy reminded him, her voice dropping an octave to a more sultry tone. ((Don’t tell me that I’m so good at it that it’s caused memory loss.))

Xander felt a rightful pride well up in her while he pulled into the parking lot. She knew that she owned him, but he couldn’t have her thinking that he knew it too. ((Good at what?)) He knew that Buffy wouldn’t say it. Would have bet his life savings that she wouldn’t walk into his trap…

((Sucking you cock.)) Her reply was stated so clearly and with a upbeat impishness that Xander could see her innocent expression in his mind. His breath hitched in her throat. ((I think I won that round Babe.)) Buffy laughed when she didn’t receive a response, but instead felt his mind wander back to that morning. A replay of the tingling warmth that spread through his body but then radiated to a specific point when he woke up with his dick in her mouth.

((That’s cuz you’re underhanded.)) he commented after clearing his throat.

Buffy chuckled again, but then jumped up when Roger scooped up his backpack and stood. “I can come back,” the boy offered. “Maybe schedule another appointment around your second cup.”

“Sure,” Buffy nodded. “And don’t worry about your brother.” She hoped that the comment would be enough to cover her and make him think that she had been paying attention to the conversation.

“What about my brother?” Roger asked confused while he was guided to the door by a light touch on his arm.

“Exactly,” Buffy said brightly, giving him a friendly nudge past the front desk.

Roger shook her head and turned, “Crazy…”

Xander side stepped the boy, just missing a collision in the door way. ((Ryan?))

((Roger)) Buffy corrected, locking eyes with him as she remained by her office door.

Xander nodded. “Surprise,” he held out his hands to his sides.

“Where?” Buffy asked looking around excitedly and earned a laugh from the female student aid who was manning the phones.

Xander glared at her ((You’re asking for it woman.))

She eyed him up and down and Xander heard her purr into her mental appraisal. ((Are you going to give it to me?)) Buffy stepped back into her office and Xander followed, offering small grins to her colleagues as he passed. ((I have about ten minutes. That’s enough for you if I remember correctly.))

Xander growled at heasieasing giggle. They always messed with each other. Saying any teasing dig that they wished in their minds, but their eyes always gave them away. It was all in fun because the evident love that Buffy reflected to Xander and he returned ten fold negated any hurt that comments could cause.

((I was thinking more along the lines of a punishment.)) he shrugged off her previous remark while they faced each other.

Buffy laughed out loud – a breathy exhalation while her eyes locked on his chest. She loved Xander’s professional dress. He filled out his deep blue polo shirt and khaki pants perfectly. The pure embodiment of sophisticated responsibility and he was all hers. ((You punish me?)) she took a small step closer and raised her eyes to his. ((How? I’m the teacher.))

((Hmmmm,)) Xander licked his lips, dark eyes roving Buffy’s face while suffering the mutual conflict of not touching each other. ((Maybe spanking…))

((If you do that)) the Slayer gave in and moved in closer to rest her hand on his chest. She reveled in the strong thump of his heart sounding in her own body. ((I’ll be forced to make you stay after school.))

They were whispering now, both even drowning out the bustle of the main office outside. ((After school? What’ll you have me do?))

((What do you think you’re punishment should be?)) Buffy could feel his eyes lock on her lips and she curled them into a slightly predatory grin. ((Raising a hand to the faculty is a pretty big offence.))

Xander raised his eyebrows and his breath quickened when she began tickling his chest through his shirt. ((I’d be willing to serve you for hours in repentance then.))

((Hours?))

((It’d only be fair.))

She pulled her lower lip into her mouth and Xander’s arms slipped around her waist to pull her closer to his body. She was warm in his arms, skin fluttering against his where it touched and he knew, all of a sudden, that she was waiting for him to kiss her. She wanted that as much as he wanted to renege on his whole surprise lunch because now all he wanted to do was…a lot of stuff he knew he shouldn’t do to her while she was on the clock.

((How?)) the question in his mind was accompanied by a light breath on his Adam’s apple.

((I’ve got a few ideas of stuff I can do in the office.))

((Organize my student profiles?)) Buffy pulled back slightly and met Xander with an innocent gaze while her hand slipped up from his chest and threaded through the hair on the base of his neck.

((If by organizing you mean screwing you on the couch in the teachers lounge, then yes, I will organize.))

Even Buffy’s mental response was cut shirt by Xander’s mouth pressed hard against her own. She slid her other arm over his and around his waist and pulled herself up against him, her mouth opening immediately before closing with a lick on Xander’s upper lip. A very small part of her was aware that her office door was still open but battling her tongue with Xander’s was taking too much concentration to care.

“Buffy, are you reaiiiii…”

The Slayer’s eyes snapped open at the sound of Wood’s voice and she jumped away from Xander’s grasp albeit a minute too late.

“Meeting time.” Wood nodded while glancing at her and her boyfriend through the doorw“Xan“Xander,” he nodded a greeting.

The construction worker cleared his throat, “Robin, How’s the new school working out for you?”

((Lame.))

((I’m trying to defuse for you, Sweetheart.))

((I know. Lame.))

“Great. Your guys do fine work.” The principal grinned.

“The best in the tri state area,” Xander beamed and rocked forward on the balls of his feet. “We got a sticker last week that said it.”

Buffy smiled and rested her hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder. “Doesn’t count if you make it yourself, Honey.”

Wood regarded the couples’ interaction with a polite grin. “Well, Xander, if you’re going to be around for a while we might discuss an addition to the music center.”

Xander nodded enthusiastically. The new SHS had been a multi-million dollar deal and the first and largest that he had been in charge of. “Yeah. I just came to take Buffy to lunch, but how can I turn down the chance to suck a few more mill outta the school board.”

Wood laughed, “Between you and her,” he gestured to Buffy, “They’ll be sucked dry.”

Xander tossed his arm over his girlfriends shoulder. “We’re a team.”

The principal nodded, “Well, I’m going to set her free around 12:45. Until then you can scout the expansion ground…maybe see if we can get a couple more trophy cases in the hall by the cafeteria?”

Xander nodded and his arm dropped to his side when Buffy slipped from underneath it. She began gathering up papers from her desk in preparation for her meeting. He sometimes still was taken aback that this was Buffy. The flakey preppy cheerleading So Cal stereotype that had literally knocked him off his feet when he first saw her was now this responsible, working, amazing woman who he loved more than he thought he ever could…who loved him back the same way. “Sure thing,” he finally agreed in a awe filled but subdued tone. He knew that Buffy could feel his gaze on her, but that her favorite thing was to just bask in the exhilarating tingly intensity of it, so he let her. “I’ll grab some stuff from my car and go check it out.”

Buffy brushed past him, her fingers ghosting over the base of his spine when she passed. “I’ll meet you back here?”

“Yeah,” Xander nodded while she and her boss headed out of the office.

((I love you.))

Xander smiled at the stray comment in his mindKnocKnock ‘em dead.)) He walked out of the office and into the halls on his way to the parking lot. ((Suck ‘em dry.)) he added with a smirk.

Buffy’s grin was devious and sent a shiver down his spine when he knew that she did it while shaking the hands of the board members. ((Suck you dry…))

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End Part 1a