Fic: R,R&R Book II (3c/?) NC17 B/W/T

Chapter 3 continued yet some more.

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“Huh?” Buffy quizzically asked.

‘Boy, those blonde roots go all the way in...’ the snarky thought popped into Dawn’s mind.

Dawn lifted her coffee and took a long drink, trying to keep her hand from shaking. ‘Adrenaline and caffeine... at least I’ll have a good excuse for not sleeping tonight,’ she thought ruefully.

Setting down her coffee and taking a deep breath, Dawn looked into Buffy’s eyes and repeated her statement, “I said; we *are* talking about him.”

Buffy frowned in confusion. “But...” she lifted her own coffee to her lips. “We were talking about Xander...” she said just before taking a drink.

‘I do love you, Buffy...’ Dawn thought with both humor and sympathy. ‘Sometimes though, you’re not the brightest candle on the cake...’

“Yes, Xander,” Dawn said with a nervous breath. “I’m in love with Xander.”

Buffy’s eyes flew wide open and she made an aborted coughing sound. Twin jets of mocha sprayed out the Slayer’s nose, splashing over her hand and cup.

Dawn slapped her hand over her mouth as she tried to restrain her laughter. ‘Oh my God! That’s, like, the funniest thing I’ve seen!’ she thought as tears streamed down her face. ‘She’s so gonna kill me, but I just can’t help it!’

The stifled laughter created pressure of another kind and Dawn jumped to her feet. “Oh God! Gotta pee!” she squeaked before running toward the ladies room, laughing hysterically and trying desperately not to wet herself.

‘Holy cow! That was close!’ she thought as she just managed to get her jeans and panties down in time to hit the toilet seat. She was still laughing out loud as the image replayed in her mind over and over.

She hadn’t even finished her business before she heard the door to the bathroom slam open, followed by the sound of stomping feet.

“*So* not funny, Dawn Summers!” Buffy growled.

“I... I’m s-sorry!” Dawn gasped out between peals of laughter. “I r-really am! But that... that... that was *so* f-funny!”

She heard grumbling from her sister, then the sound of a water faucet.

“Oh God! The coffee... it... it was like f-fire hose!” Dawn gasped, clutching her stomach.

“Well, you certainly went to a lot of trouble just to get a laugh!” Buffy groused sourly.

“Huh?” Dawn thought aloud. She forced herself to take deep, slow breaths as she thought, ‘Ok, calm down... you’re not making things any easier on yourself here Dawn...’

Before she managed to get herself put back together, Dawn heard her sister’s retreat out of the ladies room.

“This really isn’t going the way I thought it would...” she mumbled to herself.

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“Oh good, you’re back!” Joyce’s voice rang out as Giles entered his, now their, apartment. “You won’t believe what happened this... Are you ok?”

Giles smiled and tried to put his whirling thoughts into some semblance of order. “I... I just had the most unusual experience... I’m not quite certain yet how I feel about it,” he explained as he hung his jacket on the coat rack.

His eyes slipped shut and he let out a sigh of pleasure as he felt his lover’s arms slip across his chest and her body press against his back. ‘Good lord, how I love you!’ Giles thought happily. ‘Already I cannot remember how I managed to come home to an empty apartment every day...’

“Come sit down and tell me about it...” she whispered to him. “I’ll even make tea...”

“You are entirely too good to me, Joyce,” Giles said with a warm smile as he allowed himself to be lead to the couch.

“Nonsense,” she said dismissively as she walked into the kitchen and began filling a pot with water.

‘Goodness woman, you make me feel like a young man again!’ he thought, watching the sway of her hips as she walked away.

“I, um, you mentioned that something happened this morning?” he asked as his mind filtered her words from a few moments ago.

“You first, Rupert.” Joyce said as she put the water on the stove and walked back into the living room. “What has you so discombobulated?”

“Hmm, that’s as good a term as any, I suppose,” he muttered. He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose as he began to recount his experience. “I had gone to the cemetery... I... oh, you don’t know...of course you don’t.” he trailed off as he came to a realization.

“I imagine you’ll think me a sentimental old fool, but I have made a habit of visiting Jenny Calendar’s grave every other week or so...” He felt somewhat embarrassed at the admission and dropped his gaze down to where he was fiddling with his glasses, “I suppose I felt more comfortable confiding some things to her, though she was gone, than to any of the children.”

He looked back up at his lover and smiled sheepishly, “I wanted to tell her about us... Somehow it just didn’t feel right that I should have such happiness in my life at last, and not share it with her, as I had all of the less pleasant times...”

‘Now I do feel foolish,’ he chastised himself silently.

“It’s silly of course, but...” he said, dropping his gaze once again.

“It’s not silly Rupert,” Joyce said in a reassuring voice. “When Hank and I were growing apart, I used to visit my mother’s grave every week, just to talk... to share my feelings when I felt that I had no one else to turn to.”

“Yes, well...” he said, feeling grateful that she sympathized. “In any case, I walked a rather circuitous route as I was leaving, and it happened that I came upon another person having a conversation with a marker. Normally, I wouldn’t imagine intruding upon someone in such a manner, however I recognized the voice; it was Xander.”

‘That’s interesting...’ he thought as Joyce’s _expression_ changed. ‘A rather knowing smile... almost a smirk.’

“Yes?” he asked, packing a great deal of inquisitiveness into the one word.

Joyce shook her head, “Go on, I’ll explain later,” she said with a humorous note.

Giles raised an eyebrow, but when Joyce seemed disinclined to elucidate any further, he continued with his own story. “Yes, well... Normally I wouldn’t intrude on Xander’s private conversation either, however, of late I have been concerned with his morale...”

“He has seemed a little down lately,” Joyce mused as he paused. “I wonder if something didn’t happen to him in that fight... he’s been different ever since then...”

‘Oh dear. Best move away from that subject...’ Giles thought guiltily.

“I’m afraid that I overheard something rather disturbing...” he said with concern. “It seems that Xander has... developed rather strong feelings...”

“For Dawn,” Joyce finished his sentence with a smirk.

Giles mouth hung open for a moment as he stared with shock at his lover. “Good Lord! How did you know? I was so shocked that I nearly gave myself away!” he said with surprise and disbelief.

“Dawn came by this morning,” Joyce said, her smirk softening into a gentler smile.

“I see...” Giles said with a frown. “I had not gotten the impression that they were actually together, merely that Xander had developed strong feelings for her...”

“No, they aren’t together... yet.” Joyce said with a pensive _expression_ on her face.

He stared at Joyce for a moment, studying her face. “I must say, you aren’t reacting at all as I expected...” he said wonderingly. “When I overheard Xander’s feelings toward Dawn, I myself wasn’t certain whether I should shout at him, or console him. I would never have imagined that you would take such a revelation nearly so well...”

Joyce laughed. “I wasn’t nearly this calm at first, I can tell you...”

The whistle of the tea kettle impeded further conversation at that moment. Giles again watched with interest as she walked away and as she began preparing the tea.

‘Dawn and Xander... I certainly never imagined that pairing...’ Giles mused ambivalently as he waited, his eyes never leaving his lover.

Joyce smiled quizzically as she handed him his cup and sat down next to him. “What?” she asked with a note of self-consciousness in her voice.

“Before you moved in, I never imagined that denim and fleece could be so... stimulating...” he teased gently.

“Rupert!” Joyce protested, blushing. “Flatterer!”

“Merely an honest observation,” Giles countered, taking a sip of his tea.

Joyce giggled and took a drink of her own tea as well.

“Now then, why don’t you tell me about your conversation with Dawn, before I am overcome, and entirely too distracted to listen.” He suggested with a smile.

Joyce blushed again, but answered back. “Hmm, something to look forward to...” she said with a predatory grin.

Her smile fell somewhat as she began recounting the morning’s events; “Dawn told me that she’s been having nightmares...”

‘Oh dear...’ Giles thought uncomfortably. ‘I didn’t imagine Dawn would be so quick to share that bit of information...’

“I think you already knew that, didn’t you?” she asked.

‘Well, I imagined there would be more rancor to that question,’ he thought with relieved surprise.

“Yes,” he replied simply, waiting for her response before offering any explanations.

Joyce stared into her cup as she continued, “I asked her why she didn’t tell me... She said that she didn’t think I could handle knowing about it at the time...”

‘That was rather harsh... but likely true, unfortunately,’ Giles thought sadly.

“I’m ashamed to say... I think she was right,” Joyce whispered; the sadness clear in her down turned eyes.

Giles reached out, pulling her close to his side in a one-armed embrace. “There is no reason to be ashamed, Joyce,” he reassured her. “You didn’t choose this life for yourself or your daughters. You’ve had a burden dropped on you... something that the vast majority of the populace couldn’t even imagine, let alone believe, and you have born up remarkably well!”

“I’m her mother, Rupert. I’m supposed to be there for her, to support her, not the other way around,” Joyce said softly.

“You were. Despite not knowing the full extent of the difficulty Dawn was having, you were there for her. You offered her the support and love that she needed, Joyce,” Giles said consolingly. “And, clearly, she did believe you would be able to deal with that knowledge, or she wouldn’t have shared it with you today. I’m sure she simply didn’t feel that that was the moment to do so...”

Joyce nodded, “Yeah, that’s what she said too... We had a nice little cry together, and then she dropped the bombshell on me.”

“Xander,” Giles stated.

“Oh yeah,” she affirmed. “She asked how I would feel about the two of them being together...”

“Oh dear,” Giles said with a rueful chuckle.

“I, of course, assumed that she meant they were already...” Joyce left the word unspoken.

“*Together*” Giles filled in, emphasizing the word and shaking his head. “That was rather a shock, I imagine...”

“That’s putting it mildly...” Joyce affirmed.

“I imagine my first response would have been to go find Xander and give him a sound thrashing...” Giles said, picturing his response to that question.

“That was my first thought too,” Joyce admitted. “Of course, then I felt embarrassed when she explained what she meant...”

“Really?” Giles asked, surprised. “I would imagine that most people would react the same way... I certainly would have!”

“She asked me if I really thought that little of Xander; that I would believe he would do something like that...” she said.

“I... I can see her point, I suppose...” Giles said as he mulled it over. “However, I think she might be judging you a bit harshly...”

“She’s right though,” Joyce said, sounding chagrined as she defended her daughter’s point despite it being against her herself. “I mean, we trust Xander with her life, without a second thought...”

“Indeed,” Giles agreed. “But this isn’t a matter of trusting him with her life, but rather trusting a young, single man with a, beautiful young lady whom we all know has a crush on said young man. I don’t believe either of us would sit down and think it through and end up assuming that Xander would take advantage of Dawn, or we would never have allowed her to stay in his home...”

“Of course not!” Joyce said in agreement.

“However, we also know that Xander has been prone to errors in judgment in the past, especially in matters of the heart,” Giles reminded her. “I don’t believe it is beyond reason to imagine that something might have happened despite either of their better judgment.”

“That’s true...” Joyce agreed hesitantly.

‘Good Lord...’ Giles thought as he was struck by a sudden realization. ‘Could she have been deliberately trying to provoke that reaction...? Surely not... That would be a rather advanced manipulation...’

“Anyway,” Joyce said with a little head-shake, “we ended up talking about her feelings for him, and she knew from one of our past conversations that I had been sexually active at a young age...”

“Really?” Giles asked, shocked out of his train of thought.

Joyce blushed. “Yes,” she replied with a rueful _expression_. “We had a talk sometime after we found out about Buffy being together with Willow and Tara... she said she was thinking about sex a lot... she didn’t mention Xander at the time, but I’m pretty sure that’s who she’d been thinking about. Any way, she made a passing comment, asking if I hadn’t thought about sex a lot at her age... I said something about doing more than just thinking about it...”

“And she reminded you of that this morning?” Giles asked, again surprised.

Joyce shook her head and pursed her lips. “I know; daughters shouldn’t be allowed to be so darn observant...”

“How exactly...” Giles began.

“I tried to divert the conversation, but she kept asking how old I was my when I... had my first experience...” she said, looking flushed.

Giles licked his suddenly dry lips. “Oh my...” he rasped as his mind created images of a young Joyce Summers in her first sexual encounter.

He was at once relieved and disappointed as she moved on from the subject. “I’d be a hypocrite if I tried to tell her she’s too young...” she said reluctantly.

Forcing himself to focus on the immediate discussion once again, Giles offered, “It wouldn’t be hypocritical, if you were offering her advice based on your own experience. Do you feel now as though you were making the right decision when you first... when you were younger?”

“I... it’s hard to say, Rupert,” Joyce admitted. “My first reaction, of course, is to say that it was a mistake... I was a lot younger, and certainly less mature than Dawn is... but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it...”

‘Good Lord! Are you trying to kill me?’ Giles wondered, setting his tea aside and squeezing his eyes shut as his body reacted to the images Joyce was inadvertently putting in his head.

“Rupert Giles!” Joyce’s voice rang out reprovingly.

His eyes snapped open and he gasped as he felt her hand brush over his hardening cock.

“Are you getting turned on by the thought of my first time?!” she demanded, setting her own tea aside with a clank.

“I, uh, well, that is I...” he sputtered, trailing off as he saw the glint in her eye, and the smile tugging at her mouth. “Why, you... you wicked woman!”

Her attempt at a stern _expression_ failed completely, and she giggled loudly at him. “I may be that, but You’re the one acting like a dirty old man, Rupert... imagining young, teenage me... being with a boy for the first time...”

“Now I know the source of Buffy’s seemingly inexhaustible public coquetry... it was inherited!” Giles teased, feeling a little breathless at the look of lust in his lover’s eyes.

“Why Mr. Giles,” Joyce said, modulating her voice to that of a little girl’s as she twisted and moved to straddle his lap. “Are you calling me a tease?” she asked in a tone dripping of sweet innocence.

Her voice, combined with her body pressing tightly against his own, caused the once staid watcher to swiftly reach full tumescence. His whole body rumbled with the low groan she elicited from him. “N... not at all my dear...” he rasped out, any attempt at maintaining his composure hopelessly lost. “I was just considering... if your youngest daughter inherited the same tendencies... it may well be that Xander’s past experience with Anya will be the only thing that saves him from an incendiary, albeit most pleasant, demise.”

Joyce’s answering laugh was less innocent and more predatory. She leaned close enough that he could feel her warm breath against his ear as she huskily whispered, “But, what a way to go!”

His breath caught in his throat as she slid down his body and ended up kneeling before him. “In... indeed...” he agreed stuporously as she unzipped his fly and reached in to grab his erect member.

“Oh, look at what I found!” Joyce said, once again reverting to the little-girl voice as she pulled him out through his boxers. She began slowly stroking him root to tip and looked like she was about to say something else, when suddenly she looked down at herself and frowned. “I don’t think the sweatshirt and jeans work for this... I really should be in a plaid skirt and white blouse,” she said in a normal tone.

“Dear God in heaven!” Giles rasped as the image entered his mind.

Joyce smiled up at him warmly. “You like that idea?” she asked, still with her usual voice.

Giles nodded rapidly, thinking, ‘Role-playing... I never considered that she’d be interested in such games...’

“Well, we don’t have time for that right now, we’ll just have to make do,” she said, releasing him just long enough to whip off her sweatshirt and kick off her jeans, leaving her in white cotton panties and bra.

Immediately she was back on her knees before him, stoking his cock and looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Mr. Giles! It... it’s so big!” she said in a high, breathy voice. “And so hard!”

“Ngguh!” Giles grunted.

“Mr. Giles? If I promise to be a good girl, can I suck on your big, hard cock?” she asked, batting her eyes coquettishly.

“I... uh...” he tried to articulate something, anything, but ended up just nodding his fervent agreement.

Joyce giggled and shrugged, emulating a little girl to the hilt.

‘I’m not going to last,’ Giles thought, watching through slitted eyes as his lover leaned forward toward his engorged prick.

Joyce’s eyes were nearly crossed as she looked down to his dick and gave it one long lick underneath the head from the frenulum up to the tip. “Mmm!” She smacked her lips and said, “Oh, Mr. Giles! You taste *so* yummy!”

“Oh Joyce!” Giles shouted hoarsely, finding his voice once again as she began to noisily suck on him, slurping and moaning on the head while she pumped her fist up and down the rapidly spit-slicked shaft.

“Nunhh! Ohhh, too good! Toooo Goooood!” he moaned loudly only a minute later. His hips began twitching and his inner thighs began to tingle in the manner that heralded his imminent release. “Oh Joyce... I’m...” he strained out, trying to warn her.

She pulled him out of her mouth with a loud pop and keeping up her innocent voice, said, “Yes Mr. Giles? Do you have something for me?”

She opened her mouth in a wide smile and reached out to tease the tip of his cock with her tongue before adding, “Something good?”

‘I am a complete lecher!’ Giles thought, her little-girl act sending him over the edge with a loud grunt as his orgasm overtook him. The sight of his lover as she caught the first surge of his release in her open mouth, and then swiftly gobbled his spurting cock back down her throat, caused Giles to throw his head back and squeeze his eyes shut, shouting her name in a long, drawn-out cry.

‘I am a dirty, dirty old man,’ he thought ruefully as his head lolled and he panted to catch his breath. He barely even noticed the feel of her climbing up onto his lap as he tried to recover his equilibrium.

“Mmm, that was fun!” Joyce hummed in obvious pleasure. “I always wanted to try something like that... but...” she trailed off, leaving the rest of her thought unspoken

“Clearly... your ex-husband...” he began, speaking in between deep breaths, “was a fool...”

“So, you enjoyed that?” she asked. Before he could answer she once again used her little-girl voice and added, “Was I a good girl, Mr. Giles?”

‘Good heavens!’ he thought as, remarkably, his spent cock actually twitched at the sound.

“If you’ll... give me a moment... I’ll show you... just how good!” he panted.

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‘Great, she’s still pouting,’ Dawn thought sarcastically as she returned to the table after having washed her hands and dried the tears of laughter off of her face.

“Ok, two things Buffy,” she said with a serious voice. “First; that was funny, and you know it. If that had happened to anyone but you, you would have been laughing just as hard, if not harder than I did. Second; I wasn’t making a joke. I am head over heels, madly in love with Xander Harris- and before you go running off to do serious bodily harm to the man I love, you need to know that nothing has happened between us yet. I wanted to talk to you before I pursue something with him because I know your first response would be to go beat him up.”

Buffy sat silent for a moment. Her jaw moved up and down, and her face flushed red, but no sound came from the Slayer.

‘Wow, that wasn’t so hard,’ Dawn thought, forcing herself to breathe slowly and steadily despite the adrenaline and caffeine racing through her veins.

“I... Dawn, you’re too...” Buffy sputtered.

“Young?” Dawn interjected anticipating that argument all along.

“I know, you think of me as your bratty little sister... but you can’t judge me on those memories Buffy. That’s not who I am,” Dawn said fervently. “I know it’s hard, I remember me that way too, but I don’t feel like that person...”

“Dawnie...” Buffy whispered, her _expression_ softening as her eyes filled with some obviously strong, but indefinable emotion.

“From the moment you guys told me... I... I dunno Buf; in a lot of ways I feel like that was the first day of my life- my real life,” Dawn said softly.

She smiled as Buffy reached out to her and grabbed her hand fast within her own.

“Well, obviously a six-month old is too young to start dating...” Buffy said, in a clearly teasing voice.

“Well, I’m actually thousands and thousands of years old- I just look really good for my age,” Dawn teased back.

Buffy’s smile fell and she said, “Still, as far as the world is concerned, you’re fifteen. That’s too young to be dating a twenty year old...”

“I’ll turn sixteen before he turns twenty, Buffy. We’re three years, eight months, two weeks, and four days apart,” Dawn explained.

“Are you sure?” Buffy asked, looking surprised.

Dawn didn’t bother to answer that, she just lifted one eyebrow and thought, ‘Duh!’

“That’s still too much,” Buffy said hesitantly.

Dawn shook her head as she thought, ‘So like her... her opinion is like a sinking ship, but she won’t jump off until her head is about to go under with it.’

“Hello pot, this is kettle!” Dawn said with a incredulous smile. “Lets work back through your boyfriends, Buffy. Riley was a grad student and you were a freshman... that’s at least four years apart... you had a one-night stand with a senior while you were a freshman... that’s three years... and then we have the biggie. How old was Angel, and you were sixteen?”

Buffy blushed bright red and was again rendered speechless for several moments.

“I know that was kinda a low blow,” Dawn said softly, feeling slightly ashamed. “But, you’re being a little bit hypocritical, don’t you think?”

Buffy visibly pulled herself together, apparently still clinging to her sinking ship. “I don’t think that’s a very good argument for your case, Dawn,” Buffy said. “Angel and I didn’t work out... in fact I’d have to say it was a mistake for us to ever get together...”

‘Wow!’ Dawn thought in surprise. ‘I never thought she’d admit that...’

“Don’t get me wrong, I did love him,” Buffy quickly pointed out. “I just think we... weren’t meant to be...” she finished with a slightly wistful note.

“I think you’re right Buffy,” Dawn said, careful to leave the ‘duh!’ attitude out of her voice. “Don’t you think that was more because you were, like, natural enemies rather than because he was older?”

Buffy frowned thoughtfully, “Whaddya mean?”

Dawn smiled at her sister’s patented cluelessness. ‘I swear, I wonder how you made it through High School sometimes, let alone college...’ she thought uncharitably. ‘It had to be cause of Willow...’

Out loud, Dawn explained, “You know; he’s a vampire, you’re a vampire Slayer...” She laughed as she went on, “You guys always reminded me of that Far Side cartoon, the one where the wolf is handing the sheep a bunch of flowers... and the caption is like, ‘it didn’t work out, cause the wolf was afraid of what the pack would think, and the sheep just ate the flowers anyway...”

Buffy pouted, “Hey! Are you calling me a sheep?”

Dawn rolled her eyes. “No Buffy... you’re the wolf, Angel’s the sheep... you know; you hunt his kind?”

“Oh,” Buffy said sheepishly, completely missing the inherent irony. “Well, that’s ok I guess... But you know, Me and Rye didn’t exactly make a good match either.”

“That’s true, Buffy,” Dawn admitted. “Do you really think he’d have been less insecure if he was younger? Do you think Parker would have been less of a jerk if you two were the same age?”

“The point,” Dawn emphasized, hoping to get back on track, before Buffy derailed things with another tangential argument, “is that I agree that two people should be kinda the same in maturity, but I don’t think the fact that we’re around four years apart makes any more difference for me and Xander than it does for mom and Giles, or for you and Angel or Parker or Riley...”

Buffy sat silently for several moments, apparently absorbing that argument. Finally she said, “I dunno, Dawn. It just seems wrong, somehow...”

“I’ll ignore the insult part of that...” Dawn said sardonically.

“No, I didn’t mean...” Buffy said ruefully, apparently just now realizing how that sounded.

“I know, Buffy,” Dawn interrupted. “But, really, what’s wrong with it? Don’t you think Xander deserves someone who knows and accepts him, good and bad, and loves him with all her heart?”

“Of course...” Buffy began.

“Don’t you think I deserve someone who can accept the fact of my past, who can know all the secrets of my life and still love me?” Dawn interjected.

Buffy’s face softened into a sympathetic look. “Of course,” she reached to Dawn and cupped her cheek in one hand. “Of course you deserve to be loved...”

Dawn smiled warmly, pressing her face briefly into her sister’s palm.

“You really think Xander feels that way about you?” Buffy asked softly.

“I don’t think he loves me, yet. But I know he wants me,” Dawn said with her smile turning sensual. She intercepted Buffy’s predictable comment, saying, “I know, I know. Just because he’s attracted to me doesn’t mean anything, but it’s a start. And I know he cares about me... isn’t friendship a good building block to a relationship? After all, you and Willow started as best friends, and then when the attraction thing added up and you guys having nasty, hardcore snuggles- that worked out pretty good!”

“Dawn!” Buffy exclaimed.

Dawn laughed as Buffy’s eyes bugged out, nearly leaving their sockets.

“You wanted me to be open and honest, Buffy,” Dawn reminded her sister. “Honestly, Xander’s, like, all I can think about lately. I want to be with him in every way possible...” her voice trailed off as images filled her mind.

‘I don’t think I’m quite ready to share these details with you Buff,’ she thought. ‘No matter how honest you think you might want me to be...’

“Dawn?” Buffy’s voice broke her reverie.

“Hmm? Oh!” Dawn said with a little head shake and a slight feeling of heat in her face. “Sorry, I was having yummy Xander thoughts...”

Buffy brought up her hands as if warding off an attack. “Whoa! *So* don’t wanna know!” she said urgently.

Dawn laughed.

Buffy sighed heavily, staring at her coffee for a moment before taking a drink. “Obviously, whatever I say, you’re gonna do what you think you should anyway...” she said resignedly. “And... I guess whatever problem I have with it is really my problem to deal with anyway...” she admitted with obvious reluctance.

“Thank you Buffy,” Dawn said seriously. “I really appreciate you being understanding about this... I know it’s probably going to feel strange seeing us together- and not pummeling him,” She finished with a grin.

Buffy lifted her coffee and then smiled before taking a drink. “I just wish I could be there to see mom’s face when you talk to her.

‘Ok, this time it’s on purpose,’ Dawn thought as she said, “Oh, I already did; she’s cool with it.”

Dawn didn’t even bother trying to restrain herself, bursting into gales of laughter as Buffy once again jetted mocha out of her nose.

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The end (finally!) of Chapter 3

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