New York
by Dr Squidlove
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Summary: Xander is thirty-seven. Divorced. Two kids. 4000 miles from Sunnydale and his Hellmouth childhood. Also, straight. Only someone forgot to tell Giles. In fact... where the hell is Giles?
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New York, chapter 37: Cliche )
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Also eeeeeep.
*loves*
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They all leaned forward to see the darker rat with enormous- oh. That one was a boy-rat.
"I'm not going to ask where you learned to sex rats."
"A Slayer skill set is wide and varied. Ask me some time what I know about-"
Giles cut in. "Riley, by any chance do you have binoculars on you? Or some kind of sight?"
LOL!
And there's nothing worse than waiting especially when people's lives are on the line.
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Thanks mulder!
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Thanks lishel!
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Deferred gratification. I can do deferred gratification. Not a teenager any more.
It is just deferred, right? Just postponed? Not cancelled? *Lip quivers* There will be smut, yes?
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Okay, for starters, being embarrassed about anything to me only speaks to a tragic lack of understanding of my own shamelessness. But of course I adore a good 'yay', especially from you. And frankly, you're welcome to stop by just to post a lovely Xander icon.
Part of Xander's leap into the ass sex was for me: the Giles Thing was one long ramblingly drawn-out edition of the 'guy learns to embrace being penetrated' trope, so I didn't want to do that again. Xander's got other stuff to learn to embrace in this story. Also, it was a little hymn in praise of straight boys who aren't afraid of their arses.
UPT: Unresolved Plot Tension.
I love your frustration. It is a drug to me. Besides, if Xander just told people stuff, this would have been finished back in February.
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