Falling Under/ Solace
Falling under
AU: 6th season after Tara's death.
Buffy/Oz & Xander/Willow
Song: “Bring me to life” by Evanescence, “How did I fall in love with you?” by The Backstreet Boys
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters nor the songs.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°
Growl!
A vampire jumped over the tombstones like a professional athlete, knocking Buffy flat on her butt with a loud thud.
“Hey!,” Buffy said as she quickly rose up to her feet, “That‘s very un-polite, sneaking up on people like that,” she continued as she reached for the stake she kept under her jacket. The vamp charged at the slayer once again, throwing random punches at her. Buffy dodged them, giving the undead creature a solid kick on the chest that sent it flying across the graveyard and onto a tree.
She ran towards the creature, stake in hand, when suddenly she felt a piercing pain on her right shoulder. Another vampire had walked out of the darkness around them and slashed her un-expecting shoulder with it’s claw like glove.
Buffy quickly spun around, staking the fork handed vampire with her left hand. Taking advantage of the momentum, with a slick movement she threw Mr. Pointy at the other vamp, turning it into a cloud of dust that quickly dissipated into the cold breeze of the night.
She walked to the nearest bench, holding her hurt shoulder, and sat down. “You pretty much gave ‘em a run for their money,” a familiar voice said.
The blonde turned around only to see Oz standing a few steps behind the bench, smiling.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Mr. American Werewolf in Paris… ,” she implied smiling, noticing his funky Brazilian outfit as he walked towards her.
“Need help? That’s a pretty deep cut,” he asked her, evidently worried. “Nah, thanks, it’s not that serious, nothing a cartoon bandage and some non-fat yogurt can’t cure,” she replied. “C’mon, my motel is close, right past "Mr. Donuts" , my van is parked at the front gate,” he insisted, signaling to the entrance of the cemetery.
She hesitated for a moment.
“C’mon Buffy, I’ll give you a bandage… and some non-fat yogurt,” he said smiling at her. Convincing her with that little smile.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~
“I love these! ,” Willow exclaimed with her mouth full of doughnut and her fingers covered in strawberry jelly. “Yeah, I kinda figured that’s why you always ate Giles’ jelly doughnuts,” Xander answered, taking a sip of his soda.
They were enjoying a late-night snack at "Mr. Doughnuts". She finished eating, grabbed a napkin and started cleaning her hands.
“You know,” he continued, “good thing this is open twenty four-seven cause you never know when you’re getting the mid-slayage munchies,” he finished his snack and looked viciously at the box that rested on the table, “Do we really have to save some for Buffy?” “Yes!,” Willow answered jerking the box away from him.
Just as they walked out the door she saw something that caught her attention. “Hey! That’s Oz’s van! ,” she exclaimed in surprise. “Where?, ” Xander asked looking around. “Right there! At the motel‘s parking lot! He‘s back! We gotta tell Buffy!,” she said happily as she grabbed Xander by the arm, “Let’s go get Buffy at the graveyard.”
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~
“So, how was Brazil?,” Buffy asked, laying on Oz’s bed, while she drove a spoon full of non-fat yogurt into her mouth, her shoulder was now covered in “Scooby-Doo” bandage strips.
“How did…?,” Oz began to ask, sitting beside her. “Your sandals scream ‘Rio!’,” the fashion conscious slayer interrupted. “Oh… Well, it was nice. I pretty much lived from guitar gigs at cheap bars. So… How’s, um, Riley? Are you two still together?,” he asked her, changing the subject. “Nah, he flew away, literally. Haven’t really dated since… well… there was this one thing with Spike… ,” Buffy replied, feeling a bit embarrassed.
“Spike!,” he said laughing, “I guess I‘ve been away for too long!” “Yeah,” she continued, “It’s complicated.” “I’m sure it’s a long story… ,” he said in his most comforting voice. “I died and was in heaven, the gang brought me back but I didn’t want to hurt them so I kept the heaven part a secret. I finally told Spike, who was the only one that really understood what I felt and after all we ended up having sex… a couple of times. A lot of times actually.” she resumed.
“Well,” he said in some kind of shock, “Apparently not that long. I’m still surprised though.”
The musician felt that maybe some music would quell the sappy mood, so he stood up and turned on his radio. She thought for a moment, not really knowing if she should talk about this with Oz. ‘He’s an understanding guy. Plus I bet he has felt crappy in his time…,’ she thought, deciding to speak.
“I just felt so awful, so lonely, I‘m not even sure if I felt like a real person,” her eyes got teary as she spoke, her voice sounding broken, “I just needed to feel… ”
She was right. He really did understand. He even felt the same way right now. After his breakup with Willow and knowing that she was with someone else, that she was over him, he had never been the same again.
How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I’ve become so numb without a soul
My spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home
Oz gently kissed the tip of her nose, “Did you feel that? ,” he asked in a whisper. She nodded in response. “Then you’re pretty much a person in my book,” he said in the same low whisper, “Can you feel this too? ,” he continued, as his lips drifted across her cheek, finally meeting with her pouty mouth in a surprisingly passionate kiss.
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I’ve become
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~
“Where is she?,” Willow asked worried, looking around the cemetery, “She was supposed to be here. Maybe something happened to her! Maybe some hideous creature kidnapped her to be it’s wife in some horrible hell dimension?,” she said turning to Xander, wearing a frown on her forehead.
“Relax Will,” he said sitting on the bench where Buffy was supposed to be, “She’s probably home watching some Hindu movie, you know the drill, sex, lies and incomprehensible story lines. Guess that means she’s not hungry,” he said grabbing a donut. “No! We’ll go see Oz then we'll drop by Buffy‘s house and give her HER donuts! ,” Willow said in a bossy tone.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~
Buffy broke the kiss feeling uneasy. “I… I gotta go, slay duty and all… ,” she said getting up and walking to the door. “Wait,” he said walking over to her, “I could go with you… on patrol.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea…,” she said, unconsciously taking a step towards him, “I mean… until the others know and all...” Then it happened again. They kissed with a passion they hadn‘t felt in a long time.
Now that I know what I’m without
You can’t just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life
He grabbed her hips, making her let out a low needy moan as they stumbled their way back to the bed. They were giving in. They were falling under. They were surrendering to their sporadic feelings, to their desires. They were quenching their thirst for company. They were calming the hungry sea of loneliness that stormed inside both of them.
They were giving in. They were falling under.
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I’ve become
Bring me to life
Oz’s needy mouth licking, kissing and nibbling her neck made her feel tickles cascading down her spine. He heard the noises she made. The moans of pleasure gave him the answer he needed to continue his voyage, gently kissing her collarbone.
Frozen inside without your touch, without your love
Darling only you are the life among the dead
She ran her fingers through his peroxide-blonde hair, encouraging him to kiss her on unexplored territories.
All this time I can’t believe I couldn’t see
Kept in the dark but you were here in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul
Don’t let me die here, there must be something more
Bring me to life
Suddenly the door swung open. It was Willow, who decided to walk in after having knocked on the door about twenty times without any answer. She dropped the “Mr. Donuts” box as she managed to cover her wide open mouth with her hands.
What a surprise. Oz and Buffy. What an unpleasant surprise. She just stood there in awe. They didn’t even notice her presence. The red head backed out of the room and closed the door. Rivers of tears streamed down her face as she did so.
She ran towards Xander, who was walking down the hall in her direction. “Hey!,” he said sounding chipper, that is until he noticed she was crying, as she tried to pass him by. He grabbed her by the arm and looked at her immensely confused. “Will, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost… you haven’t right?,” he said.
She struggled to get free but he held her tightly, now by both arms. “Will c’mon! Calm down!,” he said as she suddenly sank her head into his shoulder, crying even more. “Hush, tell me what’s wrong… ,” he said sounding comforting as he held her in his warm embrace. Willow attempted speak. “I… I went to see Oz …and… and he was with Buffy,” she managed to say while her tears threatened to choke her words.
“With Buffy? What do you mean with Buffy?,” Xander asked, now even more confused. “I… I opened the door and… and they were about to… you know… they were kissing and… and groping… and…,” in spite of her efforts she started to cry even more, not being able to finish the sentence. “What!?,” he blurted in shock, “That’s impossible! Are you sure it wasn't Angel?," he asked her, not wanting to believe what Willow just said. She nodded in response. He stood there silent for a few seconds, still not believing what she told him. "That's not right! I’m going down there to tell them off right now! She’s supposed to be your friend, damn it! They should know better!,” he exclaimed angrily as he began to storm towards the room.
This time it was Willow who grabbed him by the arm. “Xander! No! Please! Can we just leave?,” tears rolled down her face as she begged him.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~
Buffy took off Oz’s shirt, caressing his pale back as he pulled up her blouse and kissed her breasts. It felt right, yet slightly wrong at the same time. He’s her best friend’s ex, ‘Keyword being ex,’ she thought to herself. She and Spike had some sort of a relationship, ‘Well, Spike has gone God knows where,’ she thought. So why not do it? In all honesty, her mind ran out of lame excuses. They were both single, responsible and consenting adults, so why the hell not do it?
Oz suckled at one rosy nipple while caressing the other. His enhanced werewolf senses were going into overload. Her skin felt so soft under his touch. She pretended to be rough, tough as nails, but right at that moment he knew he was feeling Buffy, the real Buffy. Gentle and delicate, hesitating, afraid of being hurt, but willing to open herself up for the right person like she was doing with him. Her taste felt delicious in his mouth. She tasted like broken hearts, pain and teenaged love. Just like a fruit that was forced to ripen before it’s time, sweet but with a tinge of bitterness. Her moans echoed in his ears, letting him know that he should keep exploring her body.
He removed her pants and underwear, then let them fall on the floor beside that bed. She willingly parted her legs extending the invitation he was hoping for. Slowly he sank to his knees and ran his tongue over her swollen lips. Her fragrant musk mixed with her expensive perfume as he inhaled, creating a delicious and distinct aroma he would never forget.
Buffy’s cheeks were flushed, as Oz’s tongue worked between her creamy legs. The blonde felt a flash of heat rushing from her pelvis to her spine, then back down, making her shiver in anticipation. ‘Oh yeah. This is gonna be a long hot night,’ she thought to herself as she decided she was going to show Oz the many talents a slayer truly has.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°
"No!" Xander yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing in the hallways of the cheap motel. Buffy and Oz being caught together in a motel like this one, and being so shameless about their affair wasn't something Xander could stand.
Willow held his arm tightly. "Please Xander," tears rolling down her pale cheek, "I don't wanna deal with this now, ple...please let's just leave."
He was determined to confront Buffy and Oz, but how could he leave Willow alone now?
'Oh my, she looks so needy, so vulnerable, so sexy... What!? Xander! What the hell are you thinking! She needs you! She needs comforting Xander! Not horny Xander!,' he thought as he dried Willow's tears with his rough hands, then proceeded to hug her, "Okay Will, let's go."
He softly broke the embrace, looking deeply into her green eyes, "We can go to my place, watch some movies, get you distracted, what do you say?."
"Okay," she said, not really being in the mood for movies, as she dried her last tears.
He lovingly wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked away.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°
"They were about to... you know... get all comfy, in a naked-y sort of way... and... and Buffy was so... and Oz ... They were so into each other... I don't even think they saw me... ," Willow said between sobs, laying on the couch.
Xander, sitting in front of the couch, facing the TV. listened to her, 'Well, movie night obviously failed Xander, you better think of something to cheer her up fast... Sex... No!... Think of something else... the Snoopy dance... That's it!,' he thought to himself as he got up and started prancing around.
Willow bursted into laughter, "It's been years since I last saw you do the Snoopy dance," she said with a grin, then she turned serious, "But don't be changing the subject Mr. Goofy smarty pants, why do you think they did that?"
She sounded as chipper as always, but he knew she was anything but happy.
"Well, Will, it was wrong, but I can't say I don't understand Oz," he said as he faced her, taking her small soft hands between his, "You chose Tara over him... and Buffy... she's been hurt before... a lot... I bet they just felt lonely and... well, things happen... you know, plus I'm sure they didn't mean to hurt you," Xander said understandably. He, personally, had been feeling like that ever since Anya refused to take him back after the wedding incident.
Willow seemed absent minded, as if she was storming in a sea of thoughts.
"Will... ," he said looking into her eyes, as if trying to read her mind.
She snapped back to reality. "I... I guess I didn't see it that way... I mean it's true... I have to be understanding. Things happen, and I love Tara, I loved Oz too, but she was my soul mate. I... I guess that since Tara died, and Oz was in town, I thought that maybe... maybe he'll comfort me. Boy was I wrong".
They stared at each other in silence. Thinking.
Solace.
That's what they both needed. Someone to comfort them, to make them both feel... needed. Someone to drag them out of the feeling of being purposeless, of having no meaning. Sure they knew they could save the world any given Tuesday, but there are other things in life and they knew it now, since they had loved and lost they knew what they wanted, now more than ever.
They wanted to wake up in the morning to the sound of someone in the kitchen, making breakfast, as the warm smell of pancakes filled their nostrils with delight. They wanted to enter the bathroom and see the steam of the shower while someone is inside, and the sweet taste of a kiss every night before going to bed. They wanted someone to hug and caress after a long day of either slayage, work or study.
Love? Yes, they wanted it, needed it, but their broken hearts couldn’t afford it so soon, so they’d have to settle for solace.
Those were their thoughts.
Will came to her senses when she felt Xander’s callous hand on her cheek.
“I know the feeling,” he told her in a low provocative whisper, “I need comfort too.”
Just then a romantic song started playing on the TV, the lyrics perfect for the moment.
Remember when we never needed each other.
The best of friends, like sister and brother.
We understood we’d never be alone.
“Oh, Xander,” she said lovingly as she closed her eyes and let out a relieved sigh, “We’re such big lamefiddling dummies , Instead of turning to each other we kept dragging ourselves into the land of “Sorrownia”, We always had each other”.
“Willow, I love you, you’re my best friend, but can’t we just give each other...”
She interrupted him with a soft peck on the lips. “Some solace?,” she asked, continuing were he trailed off.
“Yes,” he answered as he ran his fingers through her red hair.
Those days are gone, now I want you so much.
The night is long and I need your touch.
Don’t know what to say,
never meant to feel this way,
don’t wanna be alone tonight.
They kissed again, bringing up memories of the times they’ve kissed before. Their senses so overboard that they felt like they could literally smell each other’s taste, his so manly, hers like ripe strawberries.
What can I do to make you mine?
Fallen so hard, so fast this time.
What did I say? What did you do?
How did I fall in love with you?
The red head slowly drifted herself, along the comfy couch, to a sitting position, allowing him to get up from the cool floor and sit beside her. She slipped her hands under his shirt, hungrily feeling his strong chest. His skin warm against hers as she felt his heart beating fast.
I hear your voice and I start to tremble,
Brings back the child that I resemble.
“Willow,” Xander whispered in her ear as he, slid his hands under her blouse, making her quiver in anticipation as he undid her bra and caressed her back, then gently layed her down on the sofa. She couldn’t wait to feel his hands all over her.
I cannot pretend that we can still be friends.
Don’t wanna be alone tonight.
She tugged at his shirt and he obediently lifted his arms, letting her take it off, as she started planting soft passionate kisses all over his chest. Xander’s senses going wild in response.
Oh, I wanna say this right,
and it has to be tonight,
just need you to know
I don’t wanna live this life,
I don’t wanna say goodbye.
With you I wanna spend the rest of my life.
They rolled themselves over to the floor, letting Willow on top as he took off her blouse, his mouth desperately meeting her warm pale skin, sending tingly sensations all over her body.
“Oh, Xander,” she moaned in pleasure.
What can I do to make you mine?
Fallen so hard, so fast this time.
Everything’s changed, we never knew
how did I fall in love with you?
AU: 6th season after Tara's death.
Buffy/Oz & Xander/Willow
Song: “Bring me to life” by Evanescence, “How did I fall in love with you?” by The Backstreet Boys
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters nor the songs.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°
Growl!
A vampire jumped over the tombstones like a professional athlete, knocking Buffy flat on her butt with a loud thud.
“Hey!,” Buffy said as she quickly rose up to her feet, “That‘s very un-polite, sneaking up on people like that,” she continued as she reached for the stake she kept under her jacket. The vamp charged at the slayer once again, throwing random punches at her. Buffy dodged them, giving the undead creature a solid kick on the chest that sent it flying across the graveyard and onto a tree.
She ran towards the creature, stake in hand, when suddenly she felt a piercing pain on her right shoulder. Another vampire had walked out of the darkness around them and slashed her un-expecting shoulder with it’s claw like glove.
Buffy quickly spun around, staking the fork handed vampire with her left hand. Taking advantage of the momentum, with a slick movement she threw Mr. Pointy at the other vamp, turning it into a cloud of dust that quickly dissipated into the cold breeze of the night.
She walked to the nearest bench, holding her hurt shoulder, and sat down. “You pretty much gave ‘em a run for their money,” a familiar voice said.
The blonde turned around only to see Oz standing a few steps behind the bench, smiling.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Mr. American Werewolf in Paris… ,” she implied smiling, noticing his funky Brazilian outfit as he walked towards her.
“Need help? That’s a pretty deep cut,” he asked her, evidently worried. “Nah, thanks, it’s not that serious, nothing a cartoon bandage and some non-fat yogurt can’t cure,” she replied. “C’mon, my motel is close, right past "Mr. Donuts" , my van is parked at the front gate,” he insisted, signaling to the entrance of the cemetery.
She hesitated for a moment.
“C’mon Buffy, I’ll give you a bandage… and some non-fat yogurt,” he said smiling at her. Convincing her with that little smile.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~
“I love these! ,” Willow exclaimed with her mouth full of doughnut and her fingers covered in strawberry jelly. “Yeah, I kinda figured that’s why you always ate Giles’ jelly doughnuts,” Xander answered, taking a sip of his soda.
They were enjoying a late-night snack at "Mr. Doughnuts". She finished eating, grabbed a napkin and started cleaning her hands.
“You know,” he continued, “good thing this is open twenty four-seven cause you never know when you’re getting the mid-slayage munchies,” he finished his snack and looked viciously at the box that rested on the table, “Do we really have to save some for Buffy?” “Yes!,” Willow answered jerking the box away from him.
Just as they walked out the door she saw something that caught her attention. “Hey! That’s Oz’s van! ,” she exclaimed in surprise. “Where?, ” Xander asked looking around. “Right there! At the motel‘s parking lot! He‘s back! We gotta tell Buffy!,” she said happily as she grabbed Xander by the arm, “Let’s go get Buffy at the graveyard.”
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~
“So, how was Brazil?,” Buffy asked, laying on Oz’s bed, while she drove a spoon full of non-fat yogurt into her mouth, her shoulder was now covered in “Scooby-Doo” bandage strips.
“How did…?,” Oz began to ask, sitting beside her. “Your sandals scream ‘Rio!’,” the fashion conscious slayer interrupted. “Oh… Well, it was nice. I pretty much lived from guitar gigs at cheap bars. So… How’s, um, Riley? Are you two still together?,” he asked her, changing the subject. “Nah, he flew away, literally. Haven’t really dated since… well… there was this one thing with Spike… ,” Buffy replied, feeling a bit embarrassed.
“Spike!,” he said laughing, “I guess I‘ve been away for too long!” “Yeah,” she continued, “It’s complicated.” “I’m sure it’s a long story… ,” he said in his most comforting voice. “I died and was in heaven, the gang brought me back but I didn’t want to hurt them so I kept the heaven part a secret. I finally told Spike, who was the only one that really understood what I felt and after all we ended up having sex… a couple of times. A lot of times actually.” she resumed.
“Well,” he said in some kind of shock, “Apparently not that long. I’m still surprised though.”
The musician felt that maybe some music would quell the sappy mood, so he stood up and turned on his radio. She thought for a moment, not really knowing if she should talk about this with Oz. ‘He’s an understanding guy. Plus I bet he has felt crappy in his time…,’ she thought, deciding to speak.
“I just felt so awful, so lonely, I‘m not even sure if I felt like a real person,” her eyes got teary as she spoke, her voice sounding broken, “I just needed to feel… ”
She was right. He really did understand. He even felt the same way right now. After his breakup with Willow and knowing that she was with someone else, that she was over him, he had never been the same again.
How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I’ve become so numb without a soul
My spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home
Oz gently kissed the tip of her nose, “Did you feel that? ,” he asked in a whisper. She nodded in response. “Then you’re pretty much a person in my book,” he said in the same low whisper, “Can you feel this too? ,” he continued, as his lips drifted across her cheek, finally meeting with her pouty mouth in a surprisingly passionate kiss.
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I’ve become
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~
“Where is she?,” Willow asked worried, looking around the cemetery, “She was supposed to be here. Maybe something happened to her! Maybe some hideous creature kidnapped her to be it’s wife in some horrible hell dimension?,” she said turning to Xander, wearing a frown on her forehead.
“Relax Will,” he said sitting on the bench where Buffy was supposed to be, “She’s probably home watching some Hindu movie, you know the drill, sex, lies and incomprehensible story lines. Guess that means she’s not hungry,” he said grabbing a donut. “No! We’ll go see Oz then we'll drop by Buffy‘s house and give her HER donuts! ,” Willow said in a bossy tone.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~
Buffy broke the kiss feeling uneasy. “I… I gotta go, slay duty and all… ,” she said getting up and walking to the door. “Wait,” he said walking over to her, “I could go with you… on patrol.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea…,” she said, unconsciously taking a step towards him, “I mean… until the others know and all...” Then it happened again. They kissed with a passion they hadn‘t felt in a long time.
Now that I know what I’m without
You can’t just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life
He grabbed her hips, making her let out a low needy moan as they stumbled their way back to the bed. They were giving in. They were falling under. They were surrendering to their sporadic feelings, to their desires. They were quenching their thirst for company. They were calming the hungry sea of loneliness that stormed inside both of them.
They were giving in. They were falling under.
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I’ve become
Bring me to life
Oz’s needy mouth licking, kissing and nibbling her neck made her feel tickles cascading down her spine. He heard the noises she made. The moans of pleasure gave him the answer he needed to continue his voyage, gently kissing her collarbone.
Frozen inside without your touch, without your love
Darling only you are the life among the dead
She ran her fingers through his peroxide-blonde hair, encouraging him to kiss her on unexplored territories.
All this time I can’t believe I couldn’t see
Kept in the dark but you were here in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul
Don’t let me die here, there must be something more
Bring me to life
Suddenly the door swung open. It was Willow, who decided to walk in after having knocked on the door about twenty times without any answer. She dropped the “Mr. Donuts” box as she managed to cover her wide open mouth with her hands.
What a surprise. Oz and Buffy. What an unpleasant surprise. She just stood there in awe. They didn’t even notice her presence. The red head backed out of the room and closed the door. Rivers of tears streamed down her face as she did so.
She ran towards Xander, who was walking down the hall in her direction. “Hey!,” he said sounding chipper, that is until he noticed she was crying, as she tried to pass him by. He grabbed her by the arm and looked at her immensely confused. “Will, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost… you haven’t right?,” he said.
She struggled to get free but he held her tightly, now by both arms. “Will c’mon! Calm down!,” he said as she suddenly sank her head into his shoulder, crying even more. “Hush, tell me what’s wrong… ,” he said sounding comforting as he held her in his warm embrace. Willow attempted speak. “I… I went to see Oz …and… and he was with Buffy,” she managed to say while her tears threatened to choke her words.
“With Buffy? What do you mean with Buffy?,” Xander asked, now even more confused. “I… I opened the door and… and they were about to… you know… they were kissing and… and groping… and…,” in spite of her efforts she started to cry even more, not being able to finish the sentence. “What!?,” he blurted in shock, “That’s impossible! Are you sure it wasn't Angel?," he asked her, not wanting to believe what Willow just said. She nodded in response. He stood there silent for a few seconds, still not believing what she told him. "That's not right! I’m going down there to tell them off right now! She’s supposed to be your friend, damn it! They should know better!,” he exclaimed angrily as he began to storm towards the room.
This time it was Willow who grabbed him by the arm. “Xander! No! Please! Can we just leave?,” tears rolled down her face as she begged him.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~
Buffy took off Oz’s shirt, caressing his pale back as he pulled up her blouse and kissed her breasts. It felt right, yet slightly wrong at the same time. He’s her best friend’s ex, ‘Keyword being ex,’ she thought to herself. She and Spike had some sort of a relationship, ‘Well, Spike has gone God knows where,’ she thought. So why not do it? In all honesty, her mind ran out of lame excuses. They were both single, responsible and consenting adults, so why the hell not do it?
Oz suckled at one rosy nipple while caressing the other. His enhanced werewolf senses were going into overload. Her skin felt so soft under his touch. She pretended to be rough, tough as nails, but right at that moment he knew he was feeling Buffy, the real Buffy. Gentle and delicate, hesitating, afraid of being hurt, but willing to open herself up for the right person like she was doing with him. Her taste felt delicious in his mouth. She tasted like broken hearts, pain and teenaged love. Just like a fruit that was forced to ripen before it’s time, sweet but with a tinge of bitterness. Her moans echoed in his ears, letting him know that he should keep exploring her body.
He removed her pants and underwear, then let them fall on the floor beside that bed. She willingly parted her legs extending the invitation he was hoping for. Slowly he sank to his knees and ran his tongue over her swollen lips. Her fragrant musk mixed with her expensive perfume as he inhaled, creating a delicious and distinct aroma he would never forget.
Buffy’s cheeks were flushed, as Oz’s tongue worked between her creamy legs. The blonde felt a flash of heat rushing from her pelvis to her spine, then back down, making her shiver in anticipation. ‘Oh yeah. This is gonna be a long hot night,’ she thought to herself as she decided she was going to show Oz the many talents a slayer truly has.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°
"No!" Xander yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing in the hallways of the cheap motel. Buffy and Oz being caught together in a motel like this one, and being so shameless about their affair wasn't something Xander could stand.
Willow held his arm tightly. "Please Xander," tears rolling down her pale cheek, "I don't wanna deal with this now, ple...please let's just leave."
He was determined to confront Buffy and Oz, but how could he leave Willow alone now?
'Oh my, she looks so needy, so vulnerable, so sexy... What!? Xander! What the hell are you thinking! She needs you! She needs comforting Xander! Not horny Xander!,' he thought as he dried Willow's tears with his rough hands, then proceeded to hug her, "Okay Will, let's go."
He softly broke the embrace, looking deeply into her green eyes, "We can go to my place, watch some movies, get you distracted, what do you say?."
"Okay," she said, not really being in the mood for movies, as she dried her last tears.
He lovingly wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked away.
°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°
"They were about to... you know... get all comfy, in a naked-y sort of way... and... and Buffy was so... and Oz ... They were so into each other... I don't even think they saw me... ," Willow said between sobs, laying on the couch.
Xander, sitting in front of the couch, facing the TV. listened to her, 'Well, movie night obviously failed Xander, you better think of something to cheer her up fast... Sex... No!... Think of something else... the Snoopy dance... That's it!,' he thought to himself as he got up and started prancing around.
Willow bursted into laughter, "It's been years since I last saw you do the Snoopy dance," she said with a grin, then she turned serious, "But don't be changing the subject Mr. Goofy smarty pants, why do you think they did that?"
She sounded as chipper as always, but he knew she was anything but happy.
"Well, Will, it was wrong, but I can't say I don't understand Oz," he said as he faced her, taking her small soft hands between his, "You chose Tara over him... and Buffy... she's been hurt before... a lot... I bet they just felt lonely and... well, things happen... you know, plus I'm sure they didn't mean to hurt you," Xander said understandably. He, personally, had been feeling like that ever since Anya refused to take him back after the wedding incident.
Willow seemed absent minded, as if she was storming in a sea of thoughts.
"Will... ," he said looking into her eyes, as if trying to read her mind.
She snapped back to reality. "I... I guess I didn't see it that way... I mean it's true... I have to be understanding. Things happen, and I love Tara, I loved Oz too, but she was my soul mate. I... I guess that since Tara died, and Oz was in town, I thought that maybe... maybe he'll comfort me. Boy was I wrong".
They stared at each other in silence. Thinking.
Solace.
That's what they both needed. Someone to comfort them, to make them both feel... needed. Someone to drag them out of the feeling of being purposeless, of having no meaning. Sure they knew they could save the world any given Tuesday, but there are other things in life and they knew it now, since they had loved and lost they knew what they wanted, now more than ever.
They wanted to wake up in the morning to the sound of someone in the kitchen, making breakfast, as the warm smell of pancakes filled their nostrils with delight. They wanted to enter the bathroom and see the steam of the shower while someone is inside, and the sweet taste of a kiss every night before going to bed. They wanted someone to hug and caress after a long day of either slayage, work or study.
Love? Yes, they wanted it, needed it, but their broken hearts couldn’t afford it so soon, so they’d have to settle for solace.
Those were their thoughts.
Will came to her senses when she felt Xander’s callous hand on her cheek.
“I know the feeling,” he told her in a low provocative whisper, “I need comfort too.”
Just then a romantic song started playing on the TV, the lyrics perfect for the moment.
Remember when we never needed each other.
The best of friends, like sister and brother.
We understood we’d never be alone.
“Oh, Xander,” she said lovingly as she closed her eyes and let out a relieved sigh, “We’re such big lamefiddling dummies , Instead of turning to each other we kept dragging ourselves into the land of “Sorrownia”, We always had each other”.
“Willow, I love you, you’re my best friend, but can’t we just give each other...”
She interrupted him with a soft peck on the lips. “Some solace?,” she asked, continuing were he trailed off.
“Yes,” he answered as he ran his fingers through her red hair.
Those days are gone, now I want you so much.
The night is long and I need your touch.
Don’t know what to say,
never meant to feel this way,
don’t wanna be alone tonight.
They kissed again, bringing up memories of the times they’ve kissed before. Their senses so overboard that they felt like they could literally smell each other’s taste, his so manly, hers like ripe strawberries.
What can I do to make you mine?
Fallen so hard, so fast this time.
What did I say? What did you do?
How did I fall in love with you?
The red head slowly drifted herself, along the comfy couch, to a sitting position, allowing him to get up from the cool floor and sit beside her. She slipped her hands under his shirt, hungrily feeling his strong chest. His skin warm against hers as she felt his heart beating fast.
I hear your voice and I start to tremble,
Brings back the child that I resemble.
“Willow,” Xander whispered in her ear as he, slid his hands under her blouse, making her quiver in anticipation as he undid her bra and caressed her back, then gently layed her down on the sofa. She couldn’t wait to feel his hands all over her.
I cannot pretend that we can still be friends.
Don’t wanna be alone tonight.
She tugged at his shirt and he obediently lifted his arms, letting her take it off, as she started planting soft passionate kisses all over his chest. Xander’s senses going wild in response.
Oh, I wanna say this right,
and it has to be tonight,
just need you to know
I don’t wanna live this life,
I don’t wanna say goodbye.
With you I wanna spend the rest of my life.
They rolled themselves over to the floor, letting Willow on top as he took off her blouse, his mouth desperately meeting her warm pale skin, sending tingly sensations all over her body.
“Oh, Xander,” she moaned in pleasure.
What can I do to make you mine?
Fallen so hard, so fast this time.
Everything’s changed, we never knew
how did I fall in love with you?