Prompt: Tease
Fatal Attraction
She’s sitting there, teasing him without even knowing it.
He imagines her on top of him. He’s not sure what they’re doing, but there’s some kind of touching going on and it’s all good. He rolls her beneath him and he has to hand it to his imagination: he’s kind of a god.
“Xander,” she moans. And then, more urgently, “Xander!”
His head shoots up and his book falls. “Find anything?” Buffy asks.
“Nope,” he answers, voice too high. “Just that I am one sick puppy,” he mutters, diving underneath the table to retrieve his book and hopefully his dignity.