Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself,
You're goin' to Jackson; go comb your hair!
Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.
See if I care.
Xander slid the cue through his fingers.
The tip tapped ever so gently on the cue ball.
But they'll laugh at you in
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That is my second favorite Xander pairing, so I'll consider this a present.
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As for Cordelia, it's less appreciation than obsessive, lusty hatesex. Which I intend to explore in another fic set in this 'verse.
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Some dark sprinkles on this otherwise delightful soft-serve.
I'm looking forward to seeing how far you take this setup with the sequel.
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And you still win at the YAHF. Will you go the canon route and let the knowledge fade, or go the fanon way and keep it all?
Re: Cordy. I don't think it is hatesex. They do like each other, they're just to caught up in their respective backgrounds to actually accept it. I hope they do. (And there's no fluke this time.)
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