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Buffy's Discovery

By Norwalker.

Because, even
Slayers have needs, so deal with it.

Pairings: Why
don't you read and find out, eh? Strictly hetero, so if you're looking for
something else, this isn't it.

Disclaimer: These
aren't my characters, but belong to Joss Whedon and various other legal
entities. Though, after I get done with them, I'm surprised he or they want
them back. Oh well.

Summary: Plot?
What plot? Well, maybe one tiny little plot. Read on.

1

Buffy is horny.

There is no two
ways about it, the Senior slayer is feeling her oats, and needs some relief.

After all, she
and her 'girls' were always on the 'front lines' against evil, battling the
forces of darkness any time, any place. Hers wasn't exactly a '9 to 5' job,
with benefits. That is unless you count learning 50 ways to bind wounds as a
benefit. Essentially she was� always 'on
duty'. She had to be ready to go at any time; evil had a nasty habit of not
waiting around while you took a time out.

Take a few months
back, for example.� Things were going
along ok. Well, unless you count being put under some spell by Amy, making
Buffy a Sleeping Beauty redux. Oh, and then her and Warren�you know, Mr.
Wonderful that supposedly died a couple years back?� Well,� guess that didn't
take, because he and Amy kidnapped Willow. That was a load of fun getting her
back. After Buffy woke up. After someone kissed her. (She still doesn't know
who�)

Then there was
Dawn. Dawn, who's first experience with sex causes her to grow to 50 feet tall.
�Guess she'll think real long and
hard about who she sleeps with in the future. Could anyone be unluckier? First
time, and she gets caught. Big time. Heh.

Fortunately for Dawn, and their new house, about a month after
Willow was freed, she happened upon a spell(well, if you call working day and
night off and on to find it, 'happened upon') to reverse the effects. Yeah, no
more dump trucks of food to be delivered. Ever feed a fifty foot teenager? Not
a pretty sight!

Yup, the fun just never ends for Buffy.

Unlike her
'girls', who could fight and were pretty much free otherwise� except for
training and classes� Buffy found lately, she had more and more responsibility
heaped upon her slender, still girlish shoulders. When she wasn't out in the
field fighting for her life against a horde of hellish creatures that would
like nothing better than to claim her head for their Trophy walls, she was
going around to place to place, teaching and inspiring the 'mini' slayers.

She was, after
all, THE Slayer. The one that came first. Well, except for Faith. But Faith was
pretty much kept busy these days too, and they hardly saw each other. And when
they did, it was ok. Better than before, certainly. But circumstance and well,
personalities, kept them from getting too close. Oh sure, they'd go out and
have a few beers and a couple of laughs, but there was nothing seriously bondy
there. They were casual buds; and that was fine with both of them.

Then there was
the paperwork. After the teaching, and the killing, there was always the paperwork.
Buffy swore that the Council invented the perfect bureaucracy. Probably, to
keep the members from having a life. Whatever the reason, it seemed the more
she did, the more she had to do, and could never catch up. Paper here, paper
there. Paper everywhere. It never ended.

Don't get the
wrong impression here. Buffy loved her life. Oh sure, she still whined
sometimes about wanting ' a normal life', whatever that is. After all she's
been through, after all she's seen, after all she's done; well, to put a fine
point on it, Buffy wouldn't have a clue what to do if her life were suddenly
'normal'. She'd probably go crazy.

No, despite her
bitching and moaning, this was her life, and in her heart of hearts, she loved
it.

Still, she was
young (well, in comparison to some of the 'Newbies', Buffy was a grandmother,
but she was young in years, nonetheless). And she was healthy. There is no one
that would dispute that. So like any young, healthy woman, she had needs.
Itches, if you will. Itches that had to be scratched.

Problem was, this
wasn't a normal job, or a normal life. So, she didn't exactly have the normal
'outlets' for her 'itches'. Oh sure, she'd had her few 'one nighters', but they
were too few and too far between. She didn't have time to go 'cruising'.� Considering the available pool out there,
there wasn't that much choice, either. Not that there weren't some hotties out
there, but the great majority couldn�t or wouldn't get 'a strong woman' who had
her own opinions of what she wanted.

And it's not like
she could have an 'office' romance, either. Not all that many guys in the pool,
again.� Plus, let's face it, Buffy isn't
into the kind of guy that is on the council.�
Despite Faith's still constant barrage on her own 'stuffiness', how she
needed to loosen up, unwind a bit and remove certain cork like materials from
her orifices, Buffy was no where near as stuffy as those Council geeks. Plain
Vanilla was too much for some of them, never mind a little kink in the cream,
so to speak.

Truth be told,
Buffy wasn't really ready for a relationship of any depth, anyway. After Angel,
then Riley, then Spike, she was pretty much burned out on relationships. All
they seemed to bring for her were loss and heartache. Things she could live
very well without, thank you very much. She'd had her fingers, and about every
other part of her body burned too often already. I think I can live without
any more of that. Thank you, but no thank you.

Anyway, the way
things worked? Scheduling even some 'casual' was nearly impossible. So, even IF
she could find a good, strong and potent 'Fuck Buddy', she probably could never
hook up with him anyway.

And before the
question is asked, yes, Buffy did find girls attractive. To a degree. But she
wasn't there yet, and it would take some smooth talker with really good skills
to get her to consider a team switch.

Frankly, at this
point in time, there was no one to fit that bill, either.

Whew, that's a
whole of talking. Let's get on with it. Background can� be sooo boring!

To reiterate: Buffy
is horny, and needs some relief.

She's managed,
finally, to find some 'me' time, and she doesn't want to waste it going out and
looking for something to drag home and bed and then have to kick out in the
morning� Oh, god, never mind how much that's so channeling Faith! Geeze!�
and she's not into entanglements or other messy relationship junk.

She wants to feel
good. She wants to feel good, NOW. So, exactly who does she turn to?

Well, duh!� A girl's best friend, of course! Her handy
dandy, always ready, never let you down best friend, made of plastic and ready
at the touch of a button. And fresh batteries.

Buffy walks over
to her dresser drawer, and bending over opens the bottom one. After shuffling
around a few bits of clothing, she smiles, looking at her small collection of
toys.

There is good old
Mr. Vibey. Of course, he was her first, way back when she was still in High
School. Long, and slender, with no particular 'fun' features, he's more a
sentimental favorite, than a really much used toy these days. She's grown up,
and become more sophisticated. Still, she keeps him around. After all, a girl never
forgets her first, does she? And she and Mr. Vibey had lots of good times
together when she was younger.

Then there's the
French Connection. A much more sophisticated toy. It actually looks like
something out of a cheap horror flick, like the part of a claw of an Evil Alien
from the Andromeda Galaxy. With it's little funky spines and weird curve to
reach those more hidden spots, and that little appendage mid way that grew out
and hooked out so you could� well, take care of more than one spot at a time,
it was somewhat interesting.

But the French
Connection needed some extra care to keep from hurting a girl, and today, Buffy
simply wasn't into that. She wanted plain and simple and dumb.

And Might Joe
Dong? He just sooo fit the bill

Shaped like a
penis, he was 9" of latex glory, two and a half inches thick and felt sooo
nice sliding in.� And, the clever Mr.
Joe Dong had two speeds.� Cum, and Cum
faster. Something that really was appealing to our girl at the moment.

She hefted the
massive buddy, bringing it to her lips and giving it a soft kiss to its 'head'.

"Well, baby,
it looks like you and me tonight," Buffy giggles, feeling a little silly.
"I hope you're in the mood!"

Setting Joe on
the nightstand by her bed, Buffy proceeded to get undressed.

She didn't tarry
too long, because she was looking forward to a nice long session with Joe
tonight. After all, with everything going on, it's been awhile since she's been
able to take some time and really appreciate a good, solid masturbatory
session. Mostly, it's been a quick little cum with her fingers; today, however,
she planned on some real fun.

"Maybe I
should make it a little more interesting. I mean, it's been awhile since Mr.
Vibey and I have had any fun together�" and for a moment, she stood there,
naked, thinking about having Joe in her front, and Mr. Vibey in her rear. The
idea had some appeal. So, walking over, she bent over to extract her first
'buddy' from his resting place.

"Eeew�
stinky�" Buffy thought, as she caught a whiff of something emanating off
herself. "Ok, well, I'm thinking somebody needs a shower�." She
thought about it, and changed her mind. "Nope. A bath.� A nice long soak to really relax me�"

The thought of
soaking luxuriously in a tub, surrounded by hot water and some bubbles starts
to sound really nice, and before she even realizes it, she is getting all warm
and tingly.� She looks down and notices
her nipples had already risen for the occasion.

"Hey, no
fair getting started without me!" She cries playfully, flicking a nipple
and getting a big electric jolt.

Whoa, I'm way
beyond horny! �Buffy thinks, as she took Mr. Vibey and
carries him over to the nightstand. A few more times of that and I'm gonna
cum right here, with or without my buddies�

An evil smile
comes to her face, and she flicks her other nipple, and shudders. A huge jolt
of horny energy courses through her body, sending a pounding pulse straight to
her mound. She lets out a little whimper, and almost despite herself, flicks
her nipple again.

Oooooh fuck
that feels good, �Buffy lets out a little sigh. She can already
feel a warm dampness gathering between her thighs. But, we're never going to
get to the main event if we don't stop this� still�

She gives herself
another flick, and has another sweet jolt. God, enough, girl! Fun's fun, but
lets get this done.

Steeling herself,
scolding her naughty fingers for tempting her so, she marches off to the
bathroom and her bath.

2

"Perfect!"

Sighing happily,
and a little lustfully, Buffy settles back, luxuriating in the warm water, bath
oils and bubbles. Picking up the sponge, she begins to wash herself, enjoying
the feel of the sponge as it caresses her soft skin. She closes her eyes, and
just lets her hand wander over her body, spreading the sweet smelling soap by
touch rather than by sight.

"Mmmm�"
Buffy sighs, feeling the warm water and bath oils doing their work. She feels
her muscles gradually unknot, relaxing and lengthening as she herself relaxes.
"It's been way too long since I've enjoyed a good bath," She murmurs,
her body feeling all loose and tingly.

Barely opening
her eyes, she raises a leg, and begins to wash it sensually. The feeling is
wonderful, the texture of the sponge sending warm quivers though her body.
Without realizing it, her hand moves up her leg, up and up, until the sponge is
in that most intimate place.� As the
texture touches her over stimulated sex, she lets out a soft moan.

"I
shouldn't," She gasps, feeling strong prickles of desire slam through her
body to her core. "I really shouldn't. I should wait�"

She's too far
gone, however, to wait. The warmth of the bath, the sweet scents of the oils,
and her own needs have taken control, and she's really not driving the
horn-ball express known as Buffy Summers any longer.

Pressing her
fingers down, she slowly rubs the sponge in soft circles around her mound,
little gasps and sighs escaping her lips as the fires, so long banked, begin to
ignite. Letting out a deep groan, she leans back, her hand beginning to rub the
sponge furiously over her.

The feelings grow
stronger, and she begins to fantasize, just a little. She's a queen in some
distant desert land, luxuriating in her bath, being bathed by her muscley,
beautiful manservant. His hands reach down, down, down, finding her most
intimate spot, and she spreads her legs, allowing him access.

"Are you
happy, my princess?" He says softly, his skillful hand manipulating her to
new heights of pleasure.

"Oh very
much, slave," She sighs, the fire in her groin spilling over into her
tummy. She can feel that old familiar winding up in her core, signaling her
orgasm was building just nicely. "Just keep doing that, my love."

"Anything
for you, Buff," He responds, turning to her smiling.

And suddenly, the
slave is wearing a very familiar face.

He's got Xander's
face!

Buffy sits up
suddenly, gasping in surprise. Her eyes are wide open, even as her hand
continues to rub furiously at her now overheated sex.

"What� the�
hell�" She pants, her orgasm building stronger every second. "Why �
did � Xander�. Ooooo� Ahhhh � OOOOW FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!!"� She screams, as a huge orgasm rips through
her body. She falls back as the orgasm shudders through her, her hand still
working her sex.

Fuuuuuccckkkkk� she thinks, feeling weak as a kitten as
her hand, with a mind of it's own, continues to work her clit, causing a series
of mini orgasms to flow through her. �Where the heck did Xander come from, and why was HE in my sexy
fantasy? Can you say, Weird? Geeze�

She puzzles over
this as she lays there, drowsing in the after glow.

The last person
she would expect to be in a fantasy would be Xander Harris.

She and Xander
have known each other for , well, forever, it seems. And while they have always
been close, nothing like sex has ever come up between them. C'mon, really,
Xander?

Xander is friend.
A buddy. Someone you can count on when the chips were down. Heck, he's one
of the girls! Buffy thought, feeling that close to him. As if, she can tell
Xander anything, and he's ok with that.

And she's ok with
that. Being friends.

Oh, sure, she
isn't stupid. She knows Xander had a major crush on her in high school. She
knows that, and well, frankly, she's never mentioned it. She's danced around
that subject, because she never returned those feelings.

Did she?

No, of course
not. Xander is Xander. Boy, and friend. But not boyfriend.

Anyway, that's in
the past. Xander moved on, first to Cordelia� ok, shudder� and then,
just towards the end of high school, post Cordelia, he met the love of his
life.

Anya.

Anya, aka
Anyanka, ex Vengeance Demon. Who used to take great pleasure in making men
miserable for the wrongs they did to women.

You go, girl.
Where were you when I was with Parker Abrams, anyway?

Anya, who through
a series of things, lost her powers and became human. Human, and well,
strangely, decided to love Xander. Love him in the way a woman loves a man.
Totally, completely, utterly.

Until, that is,
when Xander left her at the altar. And she became a demon again, temporarily.
Then, again, later not.

Ok, isn't my life confusing ENOUGH without adding Xander's
and Anya's confusion to it?

Still, despite
the hurt, they loved each other. Even after the break-up. Even with all the
wounds they gave each other.

She remembers
how, at the wedding, she'd gotten sentimental, and told Xander how much he and
Anya gave her hope. Then he pulled that bonehead stunt.

But it was true.
Because, even up to the end, they loved each other.

And when Anya
died, part of Xander had died, too. He's never been quite the same since.

Buffy feels a
stinging at her eyes, and realizes she's crying. Oh, sweet, just great, �she sniffles, feeling the tears on her
cheeks. I get a little time to � well, get happy, and I get weepy. God, am I
stupid, or what?

She couldn't help
it. After all, she did love Xander, in her way. And to see him hurt, even now,
more than a year after Anya's death, pains her. She loves Xander, and doesn't
like to see him hurt.

Whoa! Did I just use the "L" word? Ok, I meant,
love as in love like a sister, love like a friend. Right? Right!

That doesn't
change the fact that she hates to see Xander this way. Oh, sure, he's strong.
He doesn't mope around about it. He doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve. He
just goes on, helping me� us� and acting like everything's fine. Everything's
ok dokey better than yokey, pokey.

She sees him. In
those moments, those rare moments when he thinks no one's looking, that he lets
the mask drop. She sees the pain, still raw, on his face, in his body. She can
almost feel the hurt come off him in waves. And it hurts, to see him hurt like
that.

Poor, poor Xander,�
she muses, washing herself casually. We've got to get him past this.
We've got to find him a nice girl. I gotta talk with Will. Maybe she can�

She rolls her eyes, and lets out a snort.

Look at you! What are you, a matchmaker now? Geeze, you can't
even find a guy for yourself, but you're wanting to go and horn in on Xander's
life, and get him a girl. You're hopeless, you know that? Maaannn�

Strangely, the thought of it, Xander with a girl, gives her just
a tiny twinge of jealousy.

Maybe it's the idea that he'll find someone to love like Anya,
someone he can give his whole life and love to. Someone he can make happy, and
can make him happy.

Maybe, and maybe love and worship the Buffy, just a little less?
Is that it? She scolds herself. Can you be any more selfish? Letting
him be miserable so you can bask in the rays? You are something, Buffy Summers.
And that's not something nice, either!

She stands up out of her bath, and steps out, grabbing a big
soft and fluffy towel to dry off with. As she feels the towel against her skin,
she feels the heat building in her core again, and she lets out a self
deprecating chuckle.

God, you're getting WAY to serious� again! It's Xander, and
me and Willow will find some nice girl for him and everything will be cool
again. Right? You betcha, right!�
She drapes the towel over the curtain rod, and leaning over, lets out
the bathwater. Straightening up, she walks towards the bathroom door.

Stop being an idiot. Joe is waiting for you, and I really,
really need Joe right now She giggles.�

As she's about to leave, she catches a glimpse of herself in the
full length mirror hanging on the bathroom door. Turning this way and that, she
gives herself a good inspection.

Ok then, not too bad,
grandma. Maybe just a little� heavy in
the butt. Maybe we should give up the chocolate cake. And the chocolate
cookies. And the chocolate. Wait a minute, give up chocolate? Oh, give me a
break!!!! No chocolate! Isn't life miserable enough without giving up
chocolate? No way, girl. It just means, more time in working out. You've been
getting a little lazy lately�

Still, not so bad. �She
says, liking for the most part what she sees. Ok, I wouldn't have minded if the boob fairy had been a wee bit more
generous, but all in all? Let's face it, I'm hot!

Buffy giggles; feeling
like herself again, she exits the bathroom.

3

"Mmmm� oh yeah,
now this is sooo much better," Buffy purrs.

She is lying on her
bed, naked and her legs spread. She's put a pillow under her butt for comfort,
and is currently working Mr. Vibey over her body, teasing herself mercilessly.

It feels sooo good!

She is careful to avoid
her most sweet place, because she wants to make this really, really good. She
gently strokes the phallic shaped vibrator up and down her arms, her legs, and
her body, feeling the tiny prickly fiery tingles float through her nerves down
her spine and to her center. She is already damp down there, and is growing
wetter by the minute. She sighs contentedly as she feels the fires building in
her core.

"You know, Mr.
Vibey, I just adore you�" She coos softly, the humming soothing her as the
tingles excite her. She feels at this moment, warm and horny, and very, very
special. "I love you, but I'm afraid it's Joe time now�"

She reaches over, and
picks up Mighty Joe Dong off the nightstand. Looking at it dreamily, she
smiles, knowing how good and efficient a lover he is.� She flicks the little switch at the back, and her grin broadens
as she hears his commanding buzz.

"Oh, baby, I've
missed you sooo much," Buffy murmurs, bringing Joe to her breasts.� As soon as his buzz meets the sensitive skin
of her breasts, she sighs deeply, the tingles shooting through her like the
current of a rushing river.

"Oh yes, just like
that� just like that!" Buffy cries out softly, feeling the fires rushing
in her blood.

As her stimulation
increases, her mind falls into another fantasy.

She's on a tropical
isle, somewhere far away from her duties and responsibilities and
troubles.� She is lying naked, back up,
on a table, waiting for a massage. �Man, I so need this, she thinks, settling into the table, waiting
for the Masseuse to arrive.

"Ms.
Summers?" A strong, masculine and strangely familiar voice says, as she
hears the door open and close.

"That would be
me," Buffy says, with anticipation. "I'm ready for my massage
now."

"So I see."

The note of humor
irritates her, and she starts to get off the table.

"Well, I've been
waiting forever, you know�." She snaps, feeling a little put out.

"I'm sorry,"
The masseuse says, gently pushing her back on the table. "It's a popular
hour to get a massage. We'll get this done quickly."

"Ok, then,"
Buffy says, subsiding.

Then she groans as she
feels his warm hands begin to massage her soft skin.� Oh man, this feels
nice� she thinks, as the masseuse
moves over her back, his touch firm but gentle. He massages her tight muscles on
her back and legs, loosening them, causing her to feel better than she's felt
in a long time. She sighs, contented. Wow, he's really good, She
thinks, falling into a haze of pure sensual pleasure.

"It was worth the
wait, " She murmurs, approvingly, loving the way he's paying attention to
her feet. She feels herself drowse deeper into the warm soft feelings.

The masseuse works her
feet carefully, his fingers stroking and loosening the muscles, his palms
lightly caressing the skin.

Buffy squirms a little
on the table, and giggles.� I wonder if he knows exactly how good that
feels? She wonders, feeling a
definite response in her core to the stimulation in her feet.

Then he� touches one particular spot on her foot, and
Buffy nearly jumps out of her skin.

That sent a strong jolt
straight to her sex. She's damp, very damp down there.

"Hey!" She
protests, a little unsettled. "Be careful!"

"Sorry, so sorry.
I try to be careful with the feet, because they connect so completely with the
rest of the body. But my finger slipped. Again, I'm sorry," The masseuse
apologizes profusely.

"It's ok,
just...be careful, ok?"

"Yes, Miss,"
He says, continuing to massage her feet.

Wow, he should bottle
this. He'd make a fortune, Buffy
thinks, as she lay there. Despite herself, she feels her excitement growing,
and wonders if � Naw, it wasn't on
purpose�. Still, she feels herself
growing more excited and hornier by the second.

"Maybe we should
stop now�" Buffy says, feeling warm and tingly all over. �Whatever he's doing, we have to stop now, or I'm going to cum all
over this table, and how will I explain THAT?

"Do you really
want to, Buff?"

Did he just call me� Buff?

She pushes up, and
looking over her shoulder, realizes why that voice sounded so familiar.

"Xander!"

"Hey, Buff, "
Xander grins, rubbing her calf and stroking her knee. "Enjoying the
massage?"

Buffy pants a little
and realizes, somehow, she's turned around. She's on her back, and worse,
everything is revealed to Xander. Everything. Down to her well trimmed bush.

"Xander? Where did
you come from? How did you get here? What's going on?"

"Shhh, Buffy. So
many questions. Just relax, ok? This is just your fantasy�"

"MY fantasy? Are
you sure it's not your fantasy?"

"Well, I'm not
saying I'm hating it here, but this is happening in your head, after all."

And suddenly, Xander is
as naked as she is. And well, it's obvious he's been enjoying the view. A lot.

Wow, I never realized how
buff Xander is. Buffy says, admiring the view herself. Wait a minute,
this is XANDER!!!!!

"Xander! No, this is wrong. This is very, very�
oooooh�."

Buffy groans as Xander's hand strokes her thigh� way up and
inside.

"What's the wrong? I'm a man, you're a woman; we're both
horny�"

"But� but� you're Xander!" Buffy protests. Weakly. Weaker
by the second as his stroking becomes more pronounced, more targeted.

"Hmmmm� yes, and you're Buffy. And face it Buff. This is
something that should've happened a long, long time ago�"

"But� Xander� I� Oh my god oh my GOD YES RIGHT THERE!"

Buffy's resistance crumbles as Xander's fingers begin to stroke
her now puffy lips. She lays back, no longer caring that it's Xander making her
feel like this. No, that's not right, not right at all. I want him to. I
want him to make me feel like this! �She says, as the fires build within her�

Buffy, rubbing her large buzzing vibrator furiously over her
exposed sex groans deeply. She is squirming on the bed, her whole body on fire.

"OH� OH� OH Xander oh my god OH MY GOD Oh I want � I� Oh YES�. OH GOD XANDER OH GOD OH
GOD!!!"

4

Xander walks down the
hall towards Buffy's room, somewhat reluctantly.

He's carrying a package
under his arm, something Giles sent via Postal Express to Buffy. On the outside
, by the address label with Buffy's name and address, is stamped the legend.

"Urgent. Open
immediately"

Xander knows it's� about the current big bad they were
fighting, and he has instructions from Buffy to bring it to her when it
arrived. No matter what, no matter when.

Still, he hates to
interrupt her when she's napping. He knows she has so little time to herself
these days, and sleeping has become a luxury for her.

Poor Buff. Always taking
the world on her shoulders, and it's showing, �he thinks, pausing a second in
the hall. I've got to get her to
ease up, some, let some of the others share the load.

He's very aware how quixotic a thought that is. Buffy was Buffy;
when it came to this, she will ease up all right� when the big bad's in the
bag, and no longer a threat. Until then, it's catch as catch can as far as
sleeping, eating, doing anything but working is involved.

He's brought out of his
thoughts when he hears a huge scream come from the end of the hall. From
Buffy's room!

"Oh my GOD!"
Xander, without thinking, rushes down the hall. "Oh god, oh god, if she's
hurt!"

He gets to the door,
prepared to bust it off its hinges if necessary. However, he finds it unlocked,
and without thinking to knock, or anything, he bursts into the room.

"Buffy, are
you�."

He stops in his tracks,
frozen.

He sees Buffy on the
bed, in the throes of her orgasm. She has something very large, and penis like,
stuck deep in her sex, while something smaller is sticking out of her rear
hole. She is bouncing on the bed, her body covered in sweat, the springs of the
bed squeaking loudly, and crying out in ecstasy:

"OH FUCK YES
XANDER OH MY FUCKING GOD FUCK ME HARDER YOU FUCKING STUD!"

He can't move. He can't
breathe. He stands there, staring at her, the image of Buffy Summers,� cumming and calling out his name forever
burned into his brain.

Buffy, shuddering and
crying as the largest orgasm she's had in recent memory rips through her,� bounces almost obscenely on the bed. Slowly,
the fog clears, and she realizes she's no longer alone in her room.

What the�

"XANDER!" She screams at the top of her lungs, this
time not in joyful ecstasy. No, this time it's in fear and embarrassment and
anger.

"XANDER HARRIS! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?!?"

Xander suddenly comes alive, and turning redder than Willow's
hair, he retreats, backward, still not able to take his eyes off Buffy, bumping
into the doorway.

"Oh, god, Buffy, I'm sorry I heard a scream and I thought
you were in trouble and I � oh GOD!" Xander finally rips his eyes from the
image of a naked Buffy and turns, fleeing out of the room.

Buffy stands there for a moment, in utter shock. Oh, my god!
Xander saw me, naked and masturbating� ooohhhh this is so very bad on so many
levels!

"Xander� XANDER!" She calls out, rushing to the door. " YOU GET
YOUR ASS BACK HERE, NOW!"

It's then that she realizes two things.

One, she's still very naked.

Two, she still has toys stuck in places that well, they
shouldn't be there anymore. Whatever mood she had, is gone.

She has damage control to worry about. And Xander.

God, how does this crap happen, anyway?

Getting herself back to
some semblance of normal, and wrapping a robe around herself, she goes out into
the house to find Xander.

This is � oh god, this is
�

5

Buffy rushes down the
hallway, down the stairs, and almost rams into her sister, Dawn, who is coming
in the front door.

"Whoa, Buffy. I'm
glad to see you too� but don't you think you should get dressed, first?"
Dawn chuckles, seeing the disheveled state of her sister.

"Xander, did he,
did you� did he go out this way?"

"Xander?"
Dawn arches a brow. "No, Xander didn't come out the front door, at least,
not now�" Dawn stares at her, and her eyes suddenly go wide. "Oh. My.
God. Buffy, don't even tell me�."

"NO! God NO! It's
not like that. Well not like �oh crap, I can't explain it. I just need to� oh�
shit�."

Buffy suddenly slumps,
the fire gone out of her.

"Buffy, what's
wrong? What is it? What happened?" Dawn gets a little worried, looking at
her.

"Dawn I can't tell
you, I just need to find Xander� pronto�"

"Well, he didn't
come this way," Dawn, taking a little umbrage at being excluded, again.
"So, he must've gone out the back door�"

Buffy rushes through
the dining room and kitchen, going to the back door.

"No� it's still
locked. From the inside. Where the hell�?"

She turns around, and
it's then that she notices the cellar door is open. Just a little.

Dawn enters the
kitchen, and seeing where Buffy is looking, nods.

Indicating by pointing,
she mouths "There". Buffy nods.

Slowly, quietly, she
sneaks up on the cellar door. She peeks around, and looks down the stairs.

At first, she can't see
anything, the light being so dim down there. But then she makes out a shape. A
man sized, Xander shaped shape, huddling on the bottom step. He seems to be
staring at the cellar floor, and he's shaking.

Despite her own
embarrassment and humiliation, she can't help but feel her heart go out to him.
She knows that despite what he saw, he didn't do it on purpose. More, from his
body language, she can tell he was somewhat traumatized by it.

Wait a minute, here. Am I
so � repulsive that seeing me naked traumatized him?

Oh, for goodness sakes,
Buffy. This really ISN'T �about you, Knock it off!

Buffy quietly closes the door, and taking Dawn by the arm, leads
her out into the dining room.

Dawn, for her part, is full of questions. Xander hiding in the
basement, Buffy barely dressed, and nearly knocking her over at the front door,
then acting weird? There's just got to be a story here. And this enquiring
mind, just has to know!

"Dawn? Ummm� well, I need you to � leave for awhile."

"Whoa up! I come home to find you half naked, and Xander in
the basement, hiding, and I have to leave? No way!"

"Dawn, please. This is important. I need to talk to Xander
alone, and I need some privacy doing it."

"Hey, don't mind me. Pretend I'm not even here," Dawn
smiles broadly. Mostly at her sister's discomfort.

"Dawn�" Buffy says, a little impatiently.

"Ok, ok, I'll go upstairs�"

"Dawn�" Buffy grows exasperated now.

"Aw, c'mon, Buffy. I just got home�"

"I know, but I need to talk to Xander. And if he knows
you're here�"

"Oh, brother. So you guys had sex, so the freaking
WHAT?"

"WHAT? NO! I told you, it's not like that. We didn't have
sex�"

"Then what the heck was it?" Dawn looks at her sister's
state of disrepair. "You can't tell me you were having a serious talk
about the universe. Not like that�"

"It wasn't� I can't tell you Dawn, not right now, ok?"

"Buffy, I'm not 14 for goodness sakes! I can handle
it."

"I can't handle it, Dawn, ok?"

"I swear, sometimes, I don't even FEEL like we're
related," Dawn pouts, angrily.

"Dawn, honey. I'm sorry, but this is just private�"
Buffy sighs. "I promise, I'll tell you when you get back, but for now, I
need to process it. And part of that has to do with Xander�"

"� and Xander won't come out until I'm not here. Got it.
Cripes!" Dawn gets up, and moves towards the foyer. "But you better
tell me everything when I get home, or�"

"I will, I promise."

"Later Buff." She stops, looks at her sister, and smirks.
"You know what? I just don't see why you don't get it over with."

"What?"

"Sex. You and Xander. I mean, it's not unheard of. Sex
between a man and a woman�"

"Dawn! You know our relationship isn't like that�"

"Why not?" Dawn looks genuinely puzzled. "He's
alone, and needs someone. And you're alone, and lord knows , you need
something�"

"Dawn!"

"Ok, Ok, I'm going." She shakes her head, and turns.
"But really, you two? Making mountains out of anthills."

"Just go, ok?"

"Gone!"

Without another word, Dawn exits.

I swear someday, I'm going to take that girl over my knee and
give her what's what! Who the heck does she think she is? Dr. Phil in drag?

Buffy, wanting this over, starts towards the kitchen.

Thing is, she can't get Dawn's question out of her mind.

Why not?

6

"Xander."

Buffy calls down from the top of the stairs.

At hearing her voice, Xander scrambles off the step, and
turning, faces her. He backs up towards the wall.

"Xander, get up here!"

"No way, Buffy. You're pissed. Rightly so, I know. But when
you get pissed, things get broken. And I like my arm bones just as they are,
thanks!"

Buffy doesn't know if she wants to scream, or cry, or laugh.
This situation is so absurd, so completely unprecedented that she doesn't have
a clue what to do. So, she just plays it as cool as possible, considering
everything.

"Xander Lavelle Harris, I'm not mad�" Buffy says,
firmly. "Now, get your butt up here!"

"You sound mad�"

"Xander, you kind of barged in on a very private moment. I
was � startled. I'm over it, but we need to talk."

"That talking. It doesn't involve me hanging from the
ceiling by hooks, does it?"

Buffy can't help it. That was so entirely silly, it's funny.

"OF course not," Buffy laughs softly. "It means,
we sit down, and like civilized semi- adults, we talk."

"You're sure�?"

"Xander? Don't make me come down and get you."

Xander, knowing he's trapped, gives up.

"Ok, ok� just, it really was an�"

"When you get upstairs. I don't want to shout at you across
the basement anymore."

Buffy turns on her heel, and Xander, looking sheepish,� comes up the stairs, following her into the
living room.

He finds her sitting on the couch, her robe readjusted and
folded neatly and modestly over her thighs. Her legs are closed tightly together,
as tight as the robe's tie is cinched about her waist. She looks up at him,
expectantly.

"Sit down, Xander."

Xander starts towards a chair opposite her, but she waves,
almost impatiently at the couch.

"By me. Again, I don't want to yell across the room,
ok?"

Xander, reluctantly, goes and sits on the couch by Buffy.

"See, I didn't bite, or anything," Buffy laughs,
trying to set him at ease.

Xander smiles wanly. Ease, and Buffy, and that image he has of
her, now? Not going to be easy.

"Ok, Xander. What's going on? Why did you burst into my
room like that?" Buffy asks, looking at him. Noting, in some part of her
mind that Xander has become rather buff, lately. He's been working out a lot
since Anya passed away. Maybe it's his way to deal� me, cookies, him, workouts.
Go figure. We'll see who has the heart attack first! "More to the
point, why are you even here, anyway? Aren't you supposed to be with the
Trainees at the school?"

"Uhhh� yeah, that. Well, see� this came for you, by express
mail �" He holds up the package he's been clutching, almost desperately.
He thrusts it at her. "It was marked Urgent, Open Immediately. I thought
you'd want to see it."

Buffy takes the package, and opens it . Inside, she finds a
large file folder, stuffed with papers. And a couple of books, and a letter.

"Buffy,

This is all the information we have on Ariel Zamorra. We're
looking into other sources, but for now, I'm afraid this is all I have. Please
go over it. You'll find some information of interest, I believe.

If you need me,� call me.
I'll be on the next plane to New York.

Rupert Giles"

"Well, flowery and full of loving tidbits as usual," Buffy chuckles,
commenting on Giles' dry style. "I guess we should get to work�"

She looks up, and seeing Xander's face, sighs.

"No, wait. We have more important things on our plate right
now."

She carefully sets the package on the coffee table, and then
settles back.

"So, Xander, do you always break into girls' rooms for no
reason?" Buffy prods him gently, "Or haven't you grasped the concept
of knocking?"

"Cripes, Buff. I'm not a perv! " Xander says,
defensively. "I heard a scream. I thought you might be in trouble, or
hurt. I didn't think, and I�"

"Yeah, didn't think. I figured that," Buffy says,
archly.

"God, Buffy. I didn't mean to � interrupt you. I just
thought�and then I was in the room, and you were�"

"I know what I was doing, Xander�" Buffy looks at him.
"Thing is, what were you doing?"

"I told you, I had the package�" He waves vaguely at
the package on the coffee table.

"That's not what I meant, Xander. You must've seen what was
happening. Why didn't you well, turn and walk out�?" Buffy asks, a little
edgily. "It might've saved us both a bit of trauma here�"

"I� I wanted to. My mind was screaming at me to turn and
leave, it did. I wanted to go, but I�"

"You stayed and well, peeped."

"Oh god�" Xander turns crimson. "I'm sorry, I
really am, Buff, " His voice is stricken, almost a sob. "I tried. I
tried to look away, but I couldn't. And then you called out my name and �"

"I what?" Buffy goes a little pale. Oh my god, he
heard that? OH MY GOD! "I did what?" Buffy bluffs, hoping she can
get past this.

"You said something like� no, I can't repeat it, but
�" He gulps, nervously. "I'm sorry�I just� froze."

Buffy suddenly can't look at him, and looks away. Her
embarrassment is total. God, if he ever finds out I was fantasizing him
fucking me, sticking his � oh god, I just can't deal with this�

Xander, seeing her look away, seeing the color in her cheeks,
misinterprets it. He stands up, letting out a breath.

"Look, Buffy. I'll go. I'm sorry, I can't tell you how
sorry I am. I understand if you don't want to see me again. This is really,
totally unforgivable. I'll� talk to Giles. Maybe he can find me someplace else
to �"

Buffy is up on her feet in a flash. "Xander, God NO!"
She grabs his arm. "No, god, no! I need you! No, it's not that� I
just�" She hangs her head, her hair, already tousled, hanging in her face.
"I'm just very embarrassed�"

"I know. That's my fault. I never� but I really thought you
were in trouble� but that's no excuse. I� I think it's best I leave�"

He gently frees himself from her grip, and turns to go.

Buffy, for the briefest moment, is about to let him. It's for
the best. We'll just get past this, forget about it and get back to being Buffy
and Xander�.

"Xander, wait!" What the fuck are you doing? Let
him go!

"Buff, really, I think�" he continues on, not
stopping.

"Xander, stop!"

Xander sighs, and slumps. But he stops.

Buffy catches up to him, and goes around him. She leans in on
him.

"Xander�" She says, not really knowing what she wants
to say. Or what she wants, really.

"Buffy�" Xander looks this way and that, anywhere but
down, because even if Buffy doesn't realize it, she's giving him a rather good
look at her cleavage.

Buffy sees this, and reaches up, holding his head still.

"Xander, look at me."

Xander does,� but doesn't look too happy
about it.

"Buff, please, just let me go, ok?" Xander chokes,
staring into her face. "This is bad�"

A look of hurt comes over her face, and Xander feels his heart
turn to lead.

"OH god, no, Buffy. Not you. You're not bad. Me, I'm bad.
I'm very bad. I never� I have a confession, Buffy. And then you'll� know how bad I am. How really bad I
am."

Buffy almost laughs, almost. But she senses something, and she
holds it back.

"You see, well, when I was up there� there�" He nods
with his head upstairs. "And I saw you� like that� and well, I know�if I
really wanted to, I could've turned away. I could've left. You might not even
have known I was there. But�"

Xander feels his heart pound, and his mouth goes dry.

"� I didn't want to. I didn't want to look away. You
looked�so sexy� like that�and you called out my name�"

"I know," Buffy says, softly, " I did."

Xander looks at her, questioningly.

"Xander, do you like me?" Buffy asks, suddenly.

More confusion for Xander.

"Well, yeah, Buff. You know I do. We're friends. Amigos.
Buddies."

"I know that, silly," Buffy says, patting her palm
against his chest. "I mean, do you like me?"

And without warning, her hand slips down over his chest, his
stomach, and brushes briefly at his crotch.

She giggles, because she feels something very telling down
there.

Xander, for his part, feels as if his heart will explode, and
his eye almost bugs out of his face.

"God, Buff. Do you even have to ask?" He says, his
voice hoarse.

"No," She giggles again, her fingertips brushing him
again. "but I need to know something now."

"Know something?" Xander is confused, and excited. Never
a good combination, when he's trying to think.

"Yeah, I � uhhh� Xander, was it you?"

"Me? Me what? What did I do now?" Xander, still
confused, looks wary.

"Nothing bad, silly, " Buffy gets a slightly dreamy
look on her face. "I just gotta know. Was it you?" She smiles shyly,
looking at him through her lashes. "Who kissed me? And woke me up?"

For a moment, Xander doesn't say a thing. He just stands there,
looking embarrassed. Then he shrugs, almost imperceptibly.

"Uhhh� yeah� see, we were all in the room, and everyone,
well, they were standing around, well� they had their eyes closed, but someone
with feelings for you was supposed to step forward and kiss you. That was the
deal, you know?" He looks more embarrassed. "But no one did, and
well, ok, I admit it, I was peeking. And when no one did, well�" He looks
a little worried.

"I knew it, "Buffy says, softly. She leans in, on
tiptoe, and kisses him. "Mmmm� cinnamon buns. I knew it was you� you like
that cinnamon gum so much�" She giggles. She blushes prettily. "Now,
I have something to tell you�"

"Oh?" Xander is near having a stroke, but he tries to
keep calm. "Tell me? What?"

Buffy smiles. She leans up on tiptoe, leaning against Xander.
Her hand stays down by his crotch. She whispers, oh so softly into his ear.

"I was thinking about you� when I was � and I was
fantasizing you fucking my brains out. And I can't remember when I've came so
hard�" Her lips brush against his ears.

Xander feels like he wants to faint. On the other hand, if he
faints, he'll miss something, he's sure. So, he doesn't want to faint. But his
jeans are suddenly very, very tight.

"Oh?" Is all he manages to croak out.� He's suddenly very aware of Buffy's body
leaning against his, and is hyper aware of where her hand is.

"Uh �huh�" Her voice is low, and soft, and sexy,
almost like a warm breeze in his ear. Then her tongue follows, and Xander
almost jumps out of his skin. Then her hand tightens on his crotch, and he
nearly DOES faint.

"Buff� Buffy�"

"Shhh� I think I want to thank you now�"

Buffy slowly slithers down his body. Then she gently pushes him
back, back and back, and suddenly something is pressing against the back of his
knees. He almost falls down onto the couch.

"Buffy, what�?"

"Shhh�"

"But, Buffy�"

"Shhh, Xander�" Buffy commands, and she starts to play
with his belt. She gets it loosened, then unbuttons the button on his jeans.

"Buffy, you don't have to�"

She looks up at him, her eyes shining with affection. And a good
deal of lust.

"But, I want to�" She says, unzipping his zipper. She
reaches in, and digging around a bit, frees him from his constraint.
"Mmmm� look what I found�" She says, pulling out his penis, which is
painfully hard. "Little Xander� but, he's not so little, is he?" She
giggles.

Xander lets out a long, shuddering breath. He can't believe
what's happening. He knows he's going to wake up, alone in his bed, his sheet
sticky with his cum.� This can't be happening. I'm dreaming. I
fell asleep downstairs, and now I'm dreaming�

Then he feels her soft
lips touch the tip of his penis, and he knows that he's not dreaming. None of
his dreams ever felt like this, ever made him feel like this.

She pulls away, a
little trail of his pre cum stuck to her lips, causing a tiny rope to connect
her lips and his penis. Xander almost loses it right then and there.

"Xander, do you
like me?" She asks again, her lips shiny with his pre cum.

"Very, very much,
Buffy�" Xander sighs heavily.

"Good, "She
says, smiling. "Because I think we're going to be very, very close buddies
from now on�"

She lowers her head to
his crotch.

Fin.

Ok, not exactly the
masturbatory story you thought of, but hey�<shrugs> I though it was kind
of cute.
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