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Boss	By : devon Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Xander Views: 10798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Boss
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Buffy Summers-Pratt was having a quiet night in. Her husband
was out of town on a ‘business meeting.’ Buffy was getting some
well deserved R and R. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. She frowned,
looking at her watch. It was 10.15.
Whom could that be?
She tiptoed to the door, then looked through the peephole. The boyishly
handsome face of Xander Harris peered back at her. Her husband’s
friend and boss and all around good guy. In fact, over the last couple of
years, he and Buffy had become fast friends as well.
She unlatched the door to find him looking a bit haggard. His usually
well combed hair was unruly and he his shirt and tie were undone.
“Hey Buff,” he said, waving a folder at her. “Can I come in?”
“Of course,” she said, stepping aside.
“Are you okay?”
“We need to talk,” Xander said, walking into her living room.
“About what? Buffy said, her eyes knitted with a frown. She did not
like the grim sound of his voice.
“Spike,” Xander said, looking down at the floor.
William?
“Spike isn’t…” Buffy began, but Xander cut her off.
“Here…I know. That’s why I’m here.”
She folded her arms over her chest.
“What is this about?” she asked, her voice anxious.
Xander swallowed, then gave the file to her.
She opened it, leafing through the pages.
“I don’t…….”
“Spike’s been stealing,” Xander said simply, sitting down on the couch.
Buffy’s felt her heart drop. “From the firm.”
“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “No.”
“He wouldn’t,” Buffy said frantically. “He couldn’t.”
“Has Spike been…..acting any differently?” Xander asked softly.
Buffy’s eyes widened. Spike had been awfully quiet lately. As
if something was bothering him. She’d tried to talk to him about it, but he
just waved her away.
“Why would he do this?” Xander asked his eyes filled with pain. “I mean,
he made two-hundred thousand dollars last year. Why would he do this?”
Buffy felt her heart rip.
Oh no. Oh please no.
Her mother’s gallery had suffered heavy losses over the last year. Buffy
had taken over after her mother’s death. The first year had been an
unmitigated disaster. Buffy had even considered selling it off, but Spike had
talked her out of it.
“We’ll manage,” he had sworn.
“But the money,” Buffy protested.
“I can get money,” Spike had chuckled which had caused her to roll her
eyes.
“How?”
“I steal from the rich and I….”
“Give to the poor?”
“Sod the poor,” he growled, winking at her, which made her laugh.
“I keep it all.”
At the time, she’d thought nothing of it. But now…..
“Buffy,” Xander said. “I have to let Spike go. I just have to.….”
She nodded her head, numb with grief and anger.
“You should call a lawyer,” Xander said sympathetically, breaking through
her fog.
“What?……” Buffy said, still unable to comprehend his words.
“The cops Buffy,” Xander said, as if he were dealing with a small child.
“They’re going to want to investigate.”
“You’d…..you’d do that?” Buffy whispered.
“You’d do that to us? To your friends?”
“What choice do I have?” Xander said, unable to meet her eyes.
“Don’t,” Buffy said, sitting down next to him, touching him on the arm.
“Please. I’m begging you. We’ll be ruined.”
“Buffy,” Xander protested.
“Please Xan,” she begged in desperation. “Please.”
“Okay” Xander said suddenly. Buffy was a bit taken aback at
how quickly he’d changed his mind.
He loosened his tie, tossing it aside. “I guess I could leave the cops out of
this,” he said.
Buffy felt a flood of relief go through her.
“I could convince the senior partners not to press charges. Let Spike resign
quietly and pay back the money.”
“Xander….” she said effusively, patting his shoulder
“I don’t know how to…..”
“But I need a reason,” he said, looking up at her, his voice low and
and his eyes strangely intense. “You need to give me a reason not to.”
Buffy withdrew her hand, as if she were shocked. Her heart began to race.
What does he….
“Xander?” she asked, her eyes questioning him.
“I need a reason Buff,” Xander said, his eyes flickering to her lips.
“A reason not to.”
“I don’t under…..”
“Yes you do,” Xander cut her off.
She looked at him, her eyes as wide as saucers.
He sighed in frustration.
“You want your husband not to rot in jail for the next ten years
and lose his law license. And I…..I want you.”
“You want me?” Buffy chanted, her head dizzy and her mouth
incredibly dry.
“You know I do,” Xander said, his voice heating up.
“I’ve wanted you since the day we met.”
“I….I…….” Buffy stuttered.
“Don’t deny it,” Xander said harshly.
“We both know it’s true.”
That forced her to think about it. How she’d tumbled into his arms the
first time he’d arrived at the gallery.
“Can I have you?” he’d asked.
She’d laughed and held up her ring.
“Married. Sorry.”
She’d seen the flicker of disappointment in his eyes, but to his credit he’d
recovered well enough. They’d had a good laugh after they’d discovered
he was her husband’s boss. They’d become close friends as well, laughed
and flirted and hung out. More than once she’d noticed him notice her,
but had dismissed it with a knowing smile. Looking back, Buffy realized
that she always knew that he wanted her. She’d just never given it any
real thought.
“I can’t,” she whispered, her eyes pleading with him.
“We can’t. I love my husband. I can’t betray him.”
“Love me tonight,” Xander said, taking her hand.
“And you’ll still have a husband to love tomorrow.”
Buffy slapped him. Hard. She gasped at the pain she felt in her hand and at
what she’d done. She almost apologized to him before she remembered
what he was asking of her.
“Get out,” she said, shivering with rage.
“No,” he said simply.
“No?” Buffy said, her eyes flashing with rage.
“Are you going to rape me or something?”
“Never,” he said, genuinely shocked. At least he pretended to be.
“I’d never hurt you. I wanna make love to you. With you.”
Buffy felt her knees shake.
Make love?
“Not a chance,” Buffy said, outraged.
“Spike stole two million dollars,” Xander said.
“That’s ten years. Without parole.”

That deflated her. Ten years? Ten fucking years? She couldn’t bear the
thought of him being away for ten days, let alone ten years.
Her eyes filled with tears.
Spike….you stupid, proud ass.
And then he’d be out, a voice whispered. Without a license. Without being
able to do the only thing he’d ever loved. And then what? And then what’s
left? She looked down at Xander. He was looking up at her with his soft
brown eyes.
Would it be so bad?
The fact that she’d even considered it shocked her to her very core. She’d
never have thought herself capable of even considering it. But then, she was
desperate.
No. No. I can’t. We can fight this. We can fight this…
“Be with me,” Xander said, standing, then extending his hand.
“Be with me tonight and this all goes away. I promise.”
Buffy looked down at his hand. Her heart wasn’t racing, it was about
to burst from her chest.
No. No. No. You don’t have to.
“Spike doesn’t have to go to jail,” Xander said, his voice soft and soothing.
“I can help you. If you’d let me.”
“If….if we do this,” she stammered, unable to believe her own ears.
What am I saying?
“Buffy,” he whispered, his eyes lighting up with joy. He came forward,
attempting to take her into his arms. Her hand shot out, restraining him.
“IF….we….do….this……” she said, making it amply clear that this
was far from a done deal.
“Everything goes away,” Xander said, taking her hand in his. “I promise.”
“Which means?” she said, tearing her hand from his.
I could use a drink. Or ten.
Xander sighed. “I let Spike resign. Quietly. Spike finds a new job. He pays
us back. With interest. No charges.”
“And I’m supposed to what….just trust you on that?” Buffy scowled.
“Being the boss has its perks,” he shrugged, almost shyly.
“So you could help us?” Buffy asked, her eyes wide.
“Without…..”
She couldn’t even bring herself to say it.
Us sleeping together.
“My ass would be on the line,” Xander said, trying to make her
understand the gravity of it all. “My reputation at the firm. My career,
if I’m ever found out. I could lose everything if I’m caught covering
this up.”

“Then why would….?”
“For you,” he said simply.
She stared at him in shock.
For me?
“I’m not worth….” she said frantically.
“You are,” Xander said, “you are to me.”
Suddenly she had a thought. If Xander was so infatuated with
her, then chances are he was lying to get her into bed. A righteous anger
rose within her.
“I need to talk to Spike,” she said.
His face fell and his eyes darkened. “You think I’m making this up?”
“No,” she blurted out, eager not to offend him. On the off chance
that what he was saying was true, she’d need him.
“I just….need to…..hear him say it.”
He folded his arms. Buffy felt a hope flare in her heart.
“Just once,” she said. Xander picked up the phone,
dialled Spike’s number.
“Go ahead,” he said. The flare died. Instantly.
“You didn’t hear this from me,” Xander said, sitting down on the sofa.
Buffy held the phone to her ear, letting it ring.
“Hello love,” she heard a voice say. “Miss me?”
“Will,” she said, her voice shaking.
“What is it love?” he said, his voice filling with concern.
“Is it true?”
“Is what true love?”
She could barely bring herself to ask.
“Two million dollars,” she said.
Silence. She could hear him suck in a breath.
“Who told you?” he said, after a long pause.
“Anya,” she replied, looking at Xander, her voice quaking.
“Yeah,” he said finally. “It’s true.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Buffy whispered.
“Baby, I wanted to,” Spike said, his voice breaking. “But…”
Buffy didn’t want to hear anymore. She threw the phone into the wall,
shattering it.
Buffy wrapped her arms around herself, closing her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Xander said tenderly.
“No you’re not,” Buffy snapped.
“You’re not sorry at all.”
“I am,” Xander insisted. “I’m sorry for you.”
“Me?” Buffy said, unable to comprehend him.
“You don’t deserve Spike,” he said. “You deserve….”
“You?” Buffy mocked caustically, “Prince fuck me or I’ll send your
husband to jail charming.”
For the first time this evening, Xander’s face hardened.
“It’s your choice,” he said. “One night with me, or ten years alone. Fifteen
if the prosecutor wants to make a point.”
She looked at him with disdain she had to work hard to disguise.
Her eyes flashed, then faded.
“Okay,” she said.
“Is that a yes?” Xander asked.
Buffy felt the air go out of her. She was too tired to argue anymore. She
just wanted it over with. So she could forget.
“Yes,” she said, to the empty room and Xander closed the distance between
them.
“Wait,” she said. He looked at her expectantly.
“Promise me,” she said, biting her lip. “Promise you’ll…..help. After…..”
She knew how damn naive she sounded. He was trying to get her into bed.
Of course he’d say yes.
“I promise,” Xander said, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Now come here,” he added, pulling her close.
Buffy looked into his eyes, trying to determine if he was lying.
They were earnest brown and shining with something she
knew was more than just lust. It distressed her. She could understand lust,
but lo….
No. No. He doesn’t love me. If he really loved me he’d never do this.
“Rules,” she said suddenly, as if she remembered. He raised a brow.
“We need….to….set…. ground rules.”
Xander chuckled. “Tonight I get to have you,” he declared, in a tone that brooked no
argument, “All of you.”
To make his point, he cupped her ass, making her gasp.
“Everything I want. Everywhere I want. And as many times as I want.”
He squeezed her ass again and again and again, making her nostrils flare.
That wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. She was hoping for a quickie
after which he’d get the hell out of dodge. She thought to protest,
but he cut her off.
“And tomorrow, you get everything you want,” he whispered.
This was it. The point of no return. Yes or No?
Buffy put her hands on his hands, which were firmly on her ass.
Mine, his eyes seemed to say. All mine.
She enjoyed the bitter disappointment that flashed in his eyes
when she took his hands in hers and pushed them off her.
How do you like them apples?
“Okay,” Xander said softly. He drew himself upto his full height, then
turned to go.
Right. You’ve made your choice.
“Wait,” she said, her voice almost frantic.
He paused. She reached out to grab his hand, then tugged on it.
And then he let her pull him into the bedroom.
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