Love is a Gift (3/6) W/X NC17

Title: Love is a Gift

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: None of note

Pairing: X/W

Summary: Sequel to ‘All Saints Day’

Warnings: NC17 (Lots of sex, like that’s a surprise.)

Disclaimer: If I owned ‘em, they’d have to show it on the Ecstasy Network.

Author’s Note: Ok, here it is as promised—My Christmas present to you all! This little Christmas treat is 99.9% angst-free, stuffed with fluff, coated in syrupy sweetness, and chock-full of sexy goodness!

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Part 3

I still feel a little strange hanging out at Willow’s house when she’s not around. It’s not a huge deal, but...I mean it’s not my house. When Willow’s there, it isn’t even an issue—I do pretty much live there after all. Of course if Willow’s parents ever figured that out I’m pretty sure they’d kill me, but fortunately they aren’t around much, let alone enough to figure out about Willow and me. Anyway, I stood by the window watching for her to get home and trying to ignore the weirdness that is me hanging out there by myself.

Besides, my only other option was to go home to my own house. There are several reasons why I’d rather put up with the Willow’s-house wiggins rather than be at the Harris household. One; there’s no Willow at my house—not ever. My house is happily one hundred percent Willow-free. Happily for her, that is, because reasons two and three—my mom and dad—are not particularly conducive to a happy Willow. Dad’s usually drunk and wouldn’t think twice about hitting on any female friend I would be stupid enough to take home. That’s part of the reason mom wouldn’t think twice about laying into any girl I took home—calling her a slut or worse right off the bat. The other part is 'cause she’s usually just as drunk as dad.

If mom called Willow a slut or a whore, I don’t know what I’d do. If dad hit on Willow—and his version of ‘hitting on’ is asking how much they charge for sex—I’m pretty sure I’d kill him. Literally.

Prison would seriously cut into my Willow-snuggles.

Actually, I did go home just long enough dodge the drunks and hide Willow’s Christmas present. I finally went with the locket. I decided that Buffy was probably right that Willow would like it for what it represented as much—or hopefully even more—than for it’s value as a nice piece of jewelry. I got the back engraved and that just left finding a picture for the inside and then wrapping it. I think she knows how much I love her, but like I told Buffy, I wanted this to be as perfect as possible.

When I saw her quickly walking down the sidewalk, any feeling outside of the joy I get seeing my girl was quickly forgotten.

The moment she was in the door, she started babbling. “Oh my gosh, Xander! Buffy told me that Oz was hitting on me, even though I don’t think she’s right, it’s not like I’d be interested, I mean you know I’d never...”

How like my Willow to be stressing about that. I’d almost forgotten it even happened myself, but not her—not when she might think I’d be worried about it.

I cut her off by pulling her into my arms and kissing her—my favorite way of interrupting Willow-babble. Not that I mind a little Willow-babble now and then; it’s one of her defining characteristics and just one more thing about her to love.

But, there’s no way I’m going to leave her hanging when she has even the slightest thought that I might be upset with her...I mean, teasing is one thing but there’s no way I’m ever going to play head games with Willow!

“Baby, he was totally hitting on you,” I whispered after breaking for air. “I’m not surprised, cause you’re totally hit-onable.”

She looked like she was torn between the ‘aww’ response she gets whenever I get mushy, and the desire to challenge my admittedly made-up word.

“And I know you’d never...you’re Willow. I might have nightmares like that sometimes, but I know they’re just nightmares. I trust you completely.”

I could tell she was gonna give in to the ‘aww’.

Her lower lip stuck out just a little as she did that unconscious sexy-pout thing she does that makes my heart skip a beat, and then she hugged me tight. “I love you so much, Xander,” she whispered, sounding almost like she was on the edge of tears. “And you are too worth it!” she said louder, addressing my dumb-brain’s automatic response that I wasn’t worth her love.

She knows me so well it isn’t even funny.

“And you are too hit-onable,” I responded with a grin. After all, I know her pretty well too.

“Xander!” she said, slapping my arm and rolling her eyes. “That isn’t even a word!”

“Is too!” I argued. “It’s in the dictionary, in fact, there’s even a picture of you right next to it.”

She rolled her eyes again.

“It is!” I protested dramatically. “It’s in Xander’s New International Unabridged Collegiate Dictionary, 1998 Edition.”

She giggled, shaking her head.

“So, did you gals have fun shopping?” I asked to change the subject.

Oh boy! The way she blushed bright red instantly gave me visions of Willow in the Victoria’s Secret dressing room—an extremely fond fantasy of mine—and the corresponding possibility of a very happy Xander present: Lingerie-wrapped Willow for Christmas!

“O-oh, it was...uh...nice,” she said, stammering nervously. “I mean, we had fun—um, I don’t mean fun in the sense of...uh, it was just normal fun, fun shopping, not any other kind of...that is, yes. Yes to your question. There was fun and we had it.”

Okay, naughty lace-covered Willow thoughts were suddenly replaced with confusion.

“What’s wrong, Will?” I asked. “You’re kinda wigging me out.”

She took my hand and pulled me over to the couch. We sat down and she dropped her eyes down to where her hands were wringing together in her lap.

“Hey, come on...you know you can tell me anything,” I prompted. I was definitely getting the Wiggins there.

“Promise you won’t get mad?” she asked me in a small, high voice.

Whoa! She wasn’t...no we’d just had that conversation.

“Promise,” I answered, taking her hands in mine to try and calm her down.

“Okay,” she said, then took a deep breath and slowly let it out before continuing. “We were trying on some, uh...clothes...and I opened the door and asked her how I looked in this one, um, outfit, and she,” she trailed off, blushing again.

“She what?” I prompted, definitely wanting the story to continue. I was still confused, but scene-reenactment part of my brain had Willow all wrapped up in lace again.

“She turned around to look at me and...and...juststoodtherestaringatme!” she finished in a rush.

Fortunately I have advanced Willow-babble translation skills.

“She stared at you?” I repeated.

“For like half a minute!” she answered. “Then she, um, licked her lips.”

“Liked her lips?” I again repeated, a little stunned myself.

“Yeah. Really slowly,” she added.

Gulp!

“Then what?” my voice was seriously dry and raspy.

“Well, I was kinda freaked out a little and I just said ‘Buffy?’ and she kinda jerked and looked away, blushing more than I think I’ve ever seen her blush before,” she answered.

“Even more than that time at the Pump, after our first night, when she made you tell her details?” I asked, half in teasing but half serious too.

“Way more,” she answered, completely seriously.

Holy cow! Buffy blushed every time she even looked at me for like a week after that incident. “Did she say anything?” I wondered aloud.

“She just said I looked really good...but her voice was all raspy and stuff,” she answered.

Oh, hi there Mr. Libido!

“Wow, what did you say to her?” I asked, shocked and starting to get a little aroused.

She looked up at me for the first time since we sat down. “Nothing! I just let the door close and changed. But, I...” she again trailed off, blushing.

“What?” I asked gently, trying to be concerned boyfriend, not horny pig-man.

“I got kinda...turned on,” she finished in a whisper, dropping her eyes once again to her lap.

Oink oink, squeeeeeal!.

“You’re not mad?” she said in a nervous little voice.

“Nope!” I gave a strangled reply. The extremely uncomfortable hard-on in my pants would have given lie to any ‘yes’ answer, even if I’d been inclined to say it.

Her eyes started to move back up toward mine, but Little Xan acted like a road-block.

She reached forward to run her hand over my denim-covered dick and I couldn’t restrain a loud moan.

“Xander Harris! Is this cause Buffy was checking me out? Were you picturing the two of us doing stuff?” she demanded, staring me in the eyes.

“Weren’t you?” I blurted out, kicking myself immediately after.

Fortunately, she didn’t get even more pissed off; she just blushed and glanced over toward the hallway. “You wanna?” she asked softly, whatever anger she’d felt clearly forgotten.

“Oh yeah!” I grunted. I had a feeling this one wasn’t going to be soft and slow.

My brain was totally slammed with lust as we hurried to the bedroom. Willow was clearly feeling the same way 'cause she was shedding clothes on the way, and she almost always waits till we get to her room before taking off anything.

I was definitely in horny pig-man mode and I pretty much took charge. I didn’t bother asking her what she wanted, I just bent her over so she was half standing, half leaning over onto her bed and I dropped to my knees behind her and started sucking on her wet pussy like a starving man dropped into an ‘all you can eat’ buffet.

She was sticky wet and I knew she must have been more than a little turned on when Buffy was checking her out. That was how she got when we’d make out at the movie theater and had to wait till we got back to her place to do anything about it—like she didn’t have any time to clean up in-between.

Even though I hated the delay too, I loved how that waiting-period would make her smell and taste even stronger and better than usual.

“God Xander! Yes! So good!” she grunted out loud, her crotch grinding against my face.

Hmm, horny pig-girl too, it seemed.

Before I could finish, she jumped up onto the bed and practically yelled at me, “In now, Xander! Like this!”

I don’t know if it was possible to get any stiffer, but seeing her like that, face down on the bed, her hands already gripping the sheets in her fists and her butt sticking up in the air—hips humping up and down...I felt my dick throb so hard it hurt.

Good thing I got her part way there with my mouth, 'cause it wasn’t going to take long.

I draped over her like a Xander-blanket, thrusting in and out of her so fast that it sounded like I was spanking her when my lap hit her cheeks.

“Yes, yes! So yours!” she screamed all of a sudden, cumming hard.

I realized I’d been chanting “mine!” over and over when I stopped to shout her name out as I came too.

Possessive much? Damn right!

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“If I got turned on when Buffy was checking me out...does that mean I’m gay?”

The intensity of the moment had apparently been too much for either of us, because we fell asleep spooned naked on top of the sheets on her bed. When we woke up, we came to silent agreement and crawled under the sheets rather than heading for the shower, despite the fact that we definitely could use one.

Then she broke the silence with that question.

“Baby, I think I know what I’m talking about when I say you definitely aren’t gay,” I answered, grinning.

“Xander!” she protested.

“And, if I wasn’t sure,” I went on teasingly, “Seeing you crawl up on the bed with your butt sticking up and demanding that I...”

“Alright, I get it!” she exclaimed, putting her hand over my mouth.

Tomato red would’ve pretty well described her luscious skin right at that moment. My little tomato.

“But it’s not normal, is it?” she asked, returning to the subject. “I mean, Buffy’s a girl and I’m a girl, and doesn’t getting turned on by a girl when you’re a girl usually mean you’re gay? I mean, if I’m not gay, then why did I have lusty naked thoughts about my best friend who’s a girl?”

“Whoa, back up there! Lusty naked thoughts?” I interrupted her rant. I knew she had to be upset if she actually verbalized it that way.

“I, um...uh,” she stammered.

“You had lusty naked thoughts about Buffy?” I again prompted.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, sniffling a little.

Instantly my heart melted, not that I was mad in the first place—just surprised.

“Hey now,” I said softly, pulling her snuggly against me. “Don’t cry baby, I’m not mad.”

“You’re not?” she asked piteously.

“Of course not,” I said with a lump in my throat.

“But I was thinking...those kind of thoughts...about someone,” shed protested mildly. “Someone not you.”

“Do you want to leave me for Buffy?” I asked rhetorically. Willow wouldn’t do that, even if she really did have feelings for Buffy, Willow’d never do something like that.

“No!” she protested a lot stronger. She undulated in my arms, working her way around to face me and stared into my eyes. “Did you think...”

“No, not even for a second,” I interrupted her. “That’s my point.”

“Huh?”

“You had thoughts, not actions. Everybody has thoughts, Will,” I tried to reassure her. “Okay, I admit it’s my inner-pig thinking here, but I have to say that I’m happier knowing you had thoughts about Buffy than someone else...like that Oz guy or something.”

That would have pissed me off, even though I trust her, it just would have. Definitely a double-standard, but there it is.

“Oz? No...I mean he’s nice and all, and he did save my life, but...no thoughts there.”

I should have been ashamed at how happy I felt about that, but I wasn’t.

“Is that the first time you thought of Buffy like that?” I was really curious.

“Um, no,” she whispered, glancing away from my eyes. “Never like that though. Not that, uh...powerful.”

I’m a bad, bad man.

“What about you? Who do you have thoughts about?” she asked, once again staring into my eyes.

Damn, I should have known that was coming. Immediate thought was that I should lie, but that would have been really stupid and I was supposed to be avoiding stupidity.

“Well, I still think about Buffy like that sometimes,” I admitted.

Right away I saw the hurt in her eyes. I couldn’t help feeling like a jerk, even though it was unavoidable.

“I’ve got to tell you, Will, it’s pretty rare these days,” I went on, hoping she’d see that I was being honest and maybe feel a little better about it. “I mean, you know Buffy is a hottie, and I used to think about her like ninety percent of the time, and the other ten percent was every other woman I ever saw. I’m totally past that now. Ever since Halloween, I’ve woken up to Willow. Like ninety nine percent of my naughty naked thoughts are totally you.”

She didn’t look quite convinced, but I could see that she wanted to believe me.

“Buffy is hot, and sure, there are other girls out there that are hot too, but...they just aren’t you, Will. It isn’t just that you’re so much hotter than anyone else,”

“I am not,” she protested in a whisper. She must have thought I was just trying to be flattering.

“See, you don’t get it Will,” I corrected her, shaking my head. “To me, you are. It’s not just the sexy hotness that is you, it’s who you are, it’s how well you know me, how well I know you...I can’t look at you without getting turned on...I want you all the time, and you know it. It’s the whole Willow package, and no one—not even the Buffster—can compete.”

I stared into her eyes like I was trying to implant the knowledge, the certainty of my love and desire deep into her soul.

The look of love on her face made me think I’d succeeded.

“Thank you,” she whispered with an intensity that rivaled our recent physical passion. Then, as if that wasn’t enough she kissed me until I was the one gasping for air.

I knew the emotional crisis was past when she giggled and said, “I think we need a shower.”

“I think you’re a genius!” I answered enthusiastically.

“Mmm, come on,” she said, throwing back the sheets and getting out of bed. “I think you need a special Willow-wash,” she added sexily.

“Oh boy!” I gushed as I bounced out of the bed after her.

Nothing says ‘thank you’ like oral sex!

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TBC...

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