This Old Dream

Xander was surprised when Willow told him Buffy was sick with the flu. He knew from previous loops that the Scoobies were right on track for the slayer to be hospitalized, which led to killing the life-force-sucking demon, Der Kindestod. The teen boy was fine letting Buffy deal with the child-killing demon. She’d get closure over the traumatic death of her cousin Celia, and more to the point, he couldn’t see the monster. Despite that inconvenience, Xander made contingency plans to kill it if Slaymore healed Buffy of the flu. Dreadnought, Hellguard, Odin’s ring, and Slaymore all amplified internal healing, which meant Buffy should be fine, but it seemed the flu or the common cold didn’t qualify as an injury that needed healing.

The Sherlock pattern within wondered why it seemed the flu or the common cold didn’t qualify for magical intervention. Xander wondered if Buffy wasn’t holding Slaymore at the time she got sick, thus unable to bid the magical weapon to help heal her. A second theory; Dreadnought, Hellguard, Slaymore, and Odin’s ring were a warrior’s weapons and accessory, and activated if an external enemy caused unnatural damage. Though it had merit, that wouldn’t explain why his ring could remedy unwanted acne. Before letting it go, Xander wondered if illnesses like the common cold or flu weren’t recognized as threats, but as active changes of improvement in the body. It would be similar to the aches after an intense workout, a necessary pain in the journey to becoming stronger. Their magical items might allow that in that case.

In any case, Xander didn’t focus on anything his friends were doing to solve the Kindestod case. He gave them clues as they worked, but their investigation was mostly in the background of his mind while he pondered why Buffy had been acting so odd of late. The time looper no longer went out of his way to see his blonde friend, spending most of his free time at the forge or patrolling. When Xander saw Buffy during classes, at lunch, or in the library, she was inexplicably quiet around him.

Willow felt certain it was due to losing Angel despite breaking up, and suggested, “Just give her some time.”

Xander wasn’t sure. He expected Buffy to be angry at him, or prevent him from patrolling. However, she didn’t ask him to stop, nor did she even bring it up again. Sitting in front of Buffy’s hospital room, he recalled the few glances she sent his way, as if she was having an internal argument with herself, and didn’t know how to resolve it. Though Xander thought it was likely the Angel situation, he wondered if his words had something to do with her uncharacteristic behavior.

‘Don’t force your fears on me,’ he recalled sternly telling her.

As Xander thought about what Buffy’s fear was, a tall, dark-haired man in a long black coat entered the busy hospital hallway. The teenager stood up to intercept the handsome man as he took in his surroundings, and mentally assessed the collateral damage should a fight break out. There were nurses walking to and fro, orderlies transporting supplies, a couple of cops talking as they waited, and a security guard dozing off. They were all near enough to get swept into combat.

A calm Xander stood guard at Buffy’s door just as Angelus stopped right in front of his face, eying the slightly shorter teen with a smirk, clearly amused. Even with Hellguard in his backpack, Odin’s ring and his many decades of combat experience made him fearless in front of one of the strongest vampires to walk the planet. They were opposing wolves, eager to prove the other was prey. The unconcerned vampire tried to reach for the handle when Xander stepped in the way.

The teenager casually told Angelus, “Visiting hours are over.”

Amusement all over his face, the vampire replied, “Well, I’m pretty much family.”

Xander stepped closer and returned, “Why don’t you come back during the day... Oh, right. I guess you can’t.”

Standing straighter, making their height difference that much clearer, the cool Angelus asked, “If I decided to walk in there, do you think for one microsecond that you could do anything to stop me?”

The relief of knowing that he could actually stop Angelus—even if it wouldn’t be easy—made Xander genuinely smile for the first time in a long time.

“Yeah,” Xander cockily assured him. “I’m game if you are.”

For seven tense seconds, it was a staring contest that neither broke. Xander wasn’t bluffing, and Angelus could see that, making him curious as to why.

“Buffy’s white knight,” the evil vampire mocked, and Xander wondered how true that was. Was the pull he felt for Buffy love, or some unflinching faith of something higher that he couldn’t let go of. Angelus must’ve seen him thinking through his eyes, because he added, “You still love her… even though she gave her heart to me, a vampire.” Moving in threatening closer, he spitefully said, “It must eat away at you… knowing that even now, she loves a monster more than she’ll ever love you.”

Xander dropped his gaze, looking toward the floor as he considered all he’s learned about Buffy; both the good and bad. Then he laughed before telling the cocky vampire, “I’m starting to realize, one man’s hero is another man’s monster.”

A mildly perplexed Angelus asked, “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Xander slowly emphasized, “It means, it must eat you up inside, knowing she can see the good in you, even now. The hero saves, and we’re coming for you, Angel.”

Any amusement on Angelus’ face was gone, and was instantly deadly serious. Unbothered by the severity of a pissed-off vampire, a calm Xander opened his palm and Hellguard dutifully shot out of his backpack and into his hand. Angelus’ dark pupils slowly looked down at the Viking dagger before returning to Xander’s humorless expression.

The villain nodded before leaving Xander with, “Tell her I stopped by.”

“I’d sooner tell her every puppy in the world died,” Xander retorted, getting an odd look from Angelus before he left.

It wasn’t long after Buffy snapped Der Kindestod’s neck, that life on the Hellmouth once again settled down to mildly dangerous. Not much had changed until he walked into the library and was informed of a shooting Buffy had stopped. Xander immediately bought bulletproof vests after school for himself and his blonde friend. Using his knowledge of previous loops, he nudged the research along, finding all the right books so the Scoobies learned of the poltergeists of James and Grace faster.

Xander proposed that only he and Buffy patrol the school. Giles, Willow, and Cordelia were hesitant, but he assured them that bullet-proof vests should do the trick. For the final decision, they turned to Buffy, and though she looked as if she wanted to say something, the reserved girl simply nodded in agreement. On the night of the next possession, Xander expected he would be alone with Buffy, but heedless of his desires, she was once more possessed and he wasn’t. The high school boy rolled his eyes in irritation, wondering which vampire would kiss the Slayer next. Buffy was possessed by Grace, and to Xander’s ever-living surprise, James had possessed Drusilla.

The undead hypnosis queen walked around the corner, and upon seeing Buffy, ardently confessed, “You’re the only one. The only person I can talk to.” With desperation and rage, Drusilla asserted, “You can’t make me disappear just because you say it’s over.”

Rather than confusion toward the emotional vampire, Buffy’s face morphed into a mixture of fear, love, and heavy sadness as she replied, “I just want you to be able to have some kind of normal life. We can never have that. Don’t you see?”

From a side entrance into the square, Xander heard, “Well, that’s weird.” Angelus observed Buffy and Drusilla playing their possessed parts in fascination, then shook his head in disgust. “And pathetic, now that I think about it.” Turning to Xander, the undead asked, “Care to explain?”

Uncaring, the teen faced Angelus and simply answered, “Possessed.”

Unsheathing Hellguard from the holster at his lower back, Xander knew there was no way the vengeful vampire wouldn’t take advantage of such a vulnerable Slayer. Standing between the possessed girls and Angelus, the teen recalled a similar situation where he defended Buffy from Spike. He hated that loop, making him eager for a fight. Angelus simply smiled at the prospect of killing Xander to get to Buffy.

Taking off his black trench coat, the handsome vampire smiled as he asked, “You wouldn’t care to share with your old buddy how long this lasts, would ya?”

Calling on his ring to enhance his strength, flexibility, and durability to the highest caliber he was capable of, Xander rotated his shoulders as he answered, “Two, three minutes tops.”

Morphing his face into its demonic version with long fangs, Angelus gratefully replied, “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Raising his fists with Hellguard pointed downward, Xander returned, “Not nearly as much as I will.”

Xander felt light, nimble, yet powerful, and with his wealth of combat experience, he remained calm when Angelus blitzed him with inhuman speed. Nearly on him in less than a second, Xander attacked with a rounding kick to his midsection. Angelus effortlessly stopped, avoiding the spinning strike to get at Xander’s now open back. The teen didn’t mind the vampire’s attempt to take his back. He was within range, as Xander’s spin kick never stopped, and came right around to knee the much closer vampire in the jaw.

Angelus spun in the air before hitting the ground. He immediately tried to get up but had to lean against a pole as he shook the dizziness from his head. Xander didn’t let him rest. With his enhanced physical ability, he was on him just as fast as a vampire, punching him in the jaw with the fist holding Hellguard, adding a cut across his cheek from the sharp blade. The vampire tried to get distance; However, the teen warrior wouldn’t allow him, dancing around Angelus and tagging him with powerful three-hit combinations.

For a minute, Xander’s intuition, quick feet, and hard hits kept the vampire at bay, then the undead demon couldn’t take it anymore. When Angelus caught Hellguard by the blade to stop the barrage of hits, Xander let his dagger go, causing the unworthy vampire to be pulled down by a weapon he could not carry. Angelus had the sense to let go, letting the bloody blade hit the floor before charging the teen’s waist and taking him down.

Angelus got on top of him as Xander called for his Viking dagger. The powerful vampire got two hits against Xander’s face before the teen caught his blade, instantly dazing his vision and cutting down his mobility. Though he began healing, it wasn’t instantaneous, and his nose bled. Now Xander needed some distance, but the vampire was on top of him.

Angelus was wary of Hellguard as he kept trying to land punches on the durable teenager. Xander slipped and blocked the punches, cutting the vampire’s arms and getting more dots of blood splattered over him. A punch to the stomach slowed Xander down enough for Angelus to catch the wrist of his dagger hand and try to pin that threat to the floor. Xander tried to punch the vampire’s throat with his left hand, but he slipped the strike and caught that hand before trying to pin it as well.

They were in a battle of wills; Angelus trying to immobilize the teen’s lethal hands with all his paranormal might while Xander resisted with all his enhanced muscles. Their arms were trembling trying to subdue the other. Xander’s muscles were bulging, as he tried to push back with everything he had. The strain on their rigid faces amplified with every second. It appeared, however, that the vampire was stronger, slowly forcing the human’s hand to the ground. Xander leaned his face forward and screamed in Angelus’ demonic and bleeding face, who leaned down and screamed right back.

Then the teenager smiled, confusing the vampire.

Xander let go of Hellguard and called it to his left hand. The magical dagger flew in a straight line, directly to his left and nearly cutting the villain’s nose off. When Angelus dodged it, Xander had enough leeway to twist his left hand, cutting into Angelus’ hand, and freeing his limb. Grabbing the villain’s collar, Xander pulled Angelus’ face in for a hard headbutt, busting his nose with a satisfying crunch. The vampire rolled back—clutching his nose—and off of Xander, who quickly got on his feet.

The fighters glared at each other, mentally preparing for round two, when they heard a gunshot ring out in the wide-open room. The pair turned to witness Buffy, looking at her chest, where she had been shot by Drusilla. The beautiful vampire looked horrified over what she’d done, then ran away. Angelus wiped his bloody face with the cleanest part of his forearm, only smearing the blood around as he saw Buffy fall.

The wicked vampire then shouted, “Damn it, Dru! I wanted to be the one to kill her.” Sighing audibly as he stared at Buffy’s still body in disbelief, he paced with growing aggravation and spouting, “You know, you try so hard to plan the most poetic murder possible, and then a stupid gun ruins it all! This is why vampires hate guns. They take all the joy out of killing; so impersonal, limp-dick energy, you know?”

“You would know,” Xander casually voiced, wondering if he was lucky enough for Angelus to leave before Buffy got up.

“Ha, ha. Don’t make me kill you, Xander. Not when I was just starting to like you,” the vampire threatened with a playful wag of his finger. He took one last look at the blonde girl unconscious on the floor, then sighed, shaking his head before saying, “Well, have fun at her funeral…”

“Mnnn…” a female voice groaned.

‘Of course,’ the luckless teen thought as Buffy, still possessed as Grace, slowly made her way to her feet.

“Will you look at that,” Angelus happily voiced as the beautiful girl ran away.

Xander dreaded how long that part was going to take and the subsequent fighting, when he suddenly realized what that meant. He suddenly felt alive, a fantastic second wind sweeping him up with the prospect of an attractive event that had never happened before.

A bloody Angelus was about to attack again when a bloody Xander threw out his palms and yelled, “WAIT! Wait! Pause! Time out!”

The vampire actually stopped and looked at him with a hint of curiosity before stating, “There are no time-outs, here.”

Realizing the majesty that was at stake, Xander asked, “Uh, can we just postpone this for a few minutes?”

“You disappoint me, Xander,” the blood-sucker asserted, wiping still more blood from his newly healed nose. “I was actually getting a good workout in.”

“Listen, this has nothing to do with me and everything to do with what’s about to happen,” Xander voiced, cautiously stepping backward in the direction of the music room. Hoping not to miss a second of it, he added, “I promise you we can keep fighting to the death afterward, but I definitely don’t want to miss this.”

Angelus replied with a disappointed look on his face, “I don’t care what you want to miss.”

“Whatever,” Xander groaned in annoyance. He extended his free hand, and from the top of the nearby lockers, Dreadnought flew straight into his hand. Angelus’ face lost all amusement as the heavily armed teenage warrior retorted, “You can stay here and be a prissy little prick for all I care.”

Xander started jogging slowly, all the while remaining focused on Angelus as he followed. The pair entered the music room and stood on opposite sides of Buffy and Drusilla a few seconds before the possessed girls began kissing passionately. Soft lips open and connected, noses side by side, their elegant jaw line elevated when their lips narrowed, then lower as their mouths widened to bind more closely. Drusilla’s tongue descended into Buffy’s eager mouth, adding to the wet suction sounds, as the beautiful girls held each other and expressed their love.

“…Wow,” a wide-eyed Angelus voiced.

“Yeah,” Xander returned, nodding.

Even if it was wrong of him to enjoy the show, this was certainly better than fighting the strong vampire, and the entertainment value was through the roof. It was the first time Xander really noticed how hot Drusilla was and how incredibly sexy Buffy was when making out with another girl.

‘Like all good things,’ Xander thought before considering the best way to separate them.

When the girls finally realized what they were doing and abruptly stopped, Xander moved as fast as he could, wrapping his arms around Buffy’s waist whilst simultaneously kicking the crazy vampire away. Angelus caught Drusilla while Xander held Buffy. Bringing up his palm, his intimidating battleaxe flew into his hand before asking the undead demons, “You eager for more, or are we done for the night?”

With a final growl, Angelus took the confused Drusilla and left. Xander lowered Dreadnought when Buffy suddenly leaned heavily on him. She winced when he looked at her ankle. It was sprained from the fall after getting shot, and she had left the soothing relief of Slaymore in the library. Despite her protests, Xander gave her a piggyback ride while holding the handle of Dreadnought under her butt, like a seat. With her slim arms wrapped around his neck, they silently walked through the hallways.

He set the Slayer down on the table in the library when she said, “Thanks for saving my life. First, with the vest-”

“Which you thought was stupid,” Xander interrupted with a smile.

Mildly embarrassed, Buffy returned the smile, and nodded, before continuing. “Then you kept Angel from killing me. I’m completely stumped on how to thank you for that unbelievable achievement.”

“I don’t know about unbelievable, but, you don’t have to thank me, Buff,” he nonchalantly replied as he leaned Dreadnought against the table. With fond recollection, he serenaded, “Not after witnessing that gift from the Gods.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and groaned in exasperation before asking, “Did you and Angel really have to just, like… watch?”

Emphatically, he proclaimed, “As a heterosexual male with twenty-twenty vision, the only answer to that is obviously yes. Human and vampire—sworn enemies throughout time—literally stopped fighting and coexisted peacefully in awe of what truly matters in this world: hot girls kissing.”

Shaking her head in disbelief, Buffy grabbed Slaymore to help her heal as she asked, “What’s wrong with men?”

“Some would say women,” Xander answered with a grin. “But I’m fine with that. And it’s Angelus, by the way.”

Looking at him curiously, Buffy asked, “What?”

“That wasn’t Angel,” he answered, nodding back with his head. “It was Angelus.”

“...Yeah… Right,” she sadly vocalized. Turning more serious, Buffy touched his mildly swollen cheek before weakly saying, “You know I don’t want you out there slaying.”

Despite enjoying the warmth of her touch, he joked, “You wanna make another deal?”

“No, Xander,” she frustratingly returned. “I just want you to be safe.”

Whether she meant safe in his assigned box, or safe in general, he couldn’t be sure. Her greenish-blue eyes pleaded with genuine fear, and there was no question she was scared of losing him. It reminded him that all his friends feared death far more than he did. In Xander’s time-looping world, his death only meant restarting life from Halloween. In their world, death was promptly followed by heart-stricken grief, and he could only dream of feeling that again.

Regardless, Xander replied, “This is the Hellmouth, Buffy. Being safe isn’t in the brochure.” He took her cold hand and held it within his, warming them up as he reiterated, “Hell, the brochure’ll probably try to kill you.” She looked sad and Xander caressed her cheek, which she surprisingly allowed. “There’s a difference between not wanting me out there because you think I can’t handle it, and not wanting me out there because you don’t want to see me get hurt.” Caressing her enchanting face, he asked, “So, which is it?”

She stared deeply into his unwavering brown eyes for a long moment, then answered, “You were right… what you said before, about putting my fears on you. I was thinking about that all this time, and I realized…” The world around them stilled before she softly answered, “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Xander felt the moment, leaned in, and kissed her. And Buffy didn’t push him away. She stayed still, then leaned her jaw up, pressing their lips firmly together. The sensual touch was everything: soft, gentle, warm, comforting, and vivacious, and Xander couldn’t help but deepen their kiss, pressing in to open her mouth a little more. He felt her return the kiss for a few moments before pulling away.

Breathless, the uncertain girl groaned, “Xander, I… I don’t think I can do this.”

“I may be biased here, but I think you can,” he offered. However, she didn’t seem too keen, and he frankly added, “Or don’t. No one’s forcing you here. Whatever it is you think I am—too pure, too innocent, just your lovable friend, or innocent bystander you think you’ve cursed by being around—I guarantee you, I’m not.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to the edge of the table, flush against his torso. Pressed as she was against him, Buffy had to spread her legs; It was the most sensual position the pair had ever been in. As she looked up into his confident eyes, he asserted, “Even if you don’t know, I won’t stop being me. I can’t anymore, Buffy... not even when you finally see the real me.”

Slowly, Buffy placed her palm on his chest, however, she didn’t push him away, as he was expecting. Instead, her hand slid up to his neck, and Xander leaned down to lock onto her lips once again. Her sweet fragrance filled his nostrils as her mouth opened for his. The high warmth of her oral cuddling was positively electric, making his skin tingle at the touch of her. Their necks and heads danced in a series of vigorous give-and-take. He wanted to press as much skin as possible against her perfectly symmetrical face. With eyes shut to feel more with their lips, the pair made out like only horny teenagers could, pulling each other like they were trying to mold into one. Then they heard Giles’ distant voice echo, calling out for Buffy, and Willow calling out for Xander.

When they separated, it was the first glimpse of her alluring face that struck him. Her gorgeous greenish-blue eyes were half-lidded and dilated pools of black. Her cheeks were deeply blushing, and her moist lips were plump and open, breathing in much-needed air. Caressing down from her forehead to her chin, Xander had always seen Buffy before, but this moment felt like the first time. She was the sexiest he had ever seen her, and it was because of him, which nearly made him burst out in laughter.

He held it in, but the time-looper couldn’t help thinking in amazement, and some disgust, ‘How could not chasing her work better than chasing her?’

The two separated well before Giles, Willow, Oz, and Cordelia rushed into the library, and all Xander could think about was how counterintuitive this development was; so much so, that he had to hold his laughter in as their friends checked them out. He easily recalled spending so much time and energy trying to be everything he thought Buffy deserved, only for Angel and Spike to have her. Then, when Xander didn’t care more about her than the entertainment messing with her brought, somehow, they were kissing. Buffy actively kissed him: Xander Harris—friend-zoned to high heaven—and it boggled his mind.

In the weeks that followed, Xander was living an old dream he wasn’t sure how he’d arrived at. Something he would’ve loved more than life itself, if his image of her wasn’t forever tainted. Around classes and Scooby meetings in the library, Xander and Buffy would find little pockets of private time to be very intimate. After a century of looping, this was truly one of the few firsts for him. His body came alive the second he saw her, and unlike ever before, he was filled with boundless energy the moment they touched. The rest of the world was easily forgotten when they were together.

Xander had always loved her sense of style, but he appreciated the thin material of her outfits all the more because it felt like nothing was in the way of his long-earned technique. The young Casanova took much pleasure in discovering each of her erogenous zones, assaulting her senses with his deft caresses. She shivered when he massaged the muscles of her lower back, and her knees would weaken when his lips suckled and kissed the nape of her elegant neck. When he ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair, tingling her scented scalp as he kissed her deeply and massaged her lower back, Buffy would turn to putty in his hands, moaning deeply in his mouth.

In an empty classroom during lunch, he’d sit her on a table. Her legs would wrap around his ass, keeping him close, and with their tongues in each other’s mouths, they would make out for most of their mealtime. Her little moans and whimpers of arousal only spurred him on more. As their desires grew to irrational heights, they’d pull at each other to get ever closer. And before they knew it, the warning bell would ring, frustrating the teenagers while counting the minutes to their next hormonal dalliance.

‘Careful,’ he kept reminding himself.

The last thing Xander wanted to do was forget how easily Buffy could hurt him. However, when they patrolled together, they’d always end up making out against a tree or mausoleum. They’d study together, then make out. They’d train together, then make out; and through it all, Xander was only getting better at finding her little treasure troves of pleasure. Buffy couldn’t believe he was so adept at sexual activity, and for once, he could use Casanova’s costume to easily explain his inexplicable skill.

Xander continued to surprise Buffy when he informed the group that he joined the swim team. They wouldn’t know that he did so to stop the Coach’s plan before the boys changed into sea monsters. His friends simply thought it was the next step after his coveted motorcycle to popularity. To keep a closer eye on the Coach, Xander tried out, and with his conditioned body, made the team by a respectable margin. All the same, he tampered with the saunas so there would be no changes.

Thanks to magical assistance, his body could fully recover in a few hours rather than a day or two, which meant he packed years’ worth of muscle-building sessions in a matter of months: a clear six-pack, broader shoulders, a fibrous back, strong legs, and muscles that popped with clear strength. Xander’s body was much more developed than the typical teenage boy, which delighted Buffy, Cordelia, Willow, and many girls attending the swim meets. His body—wet and walking down the length of the pool in a speedo—drew in more of a crowd than he expected. For weeks, he had never felt so popular—so visible to everyone—before.

At the beach party to celebrate getting into the state semifinals, Xander had to slip away and hide from the party mob. They all wanted him for something—whether clout, a motorcycle ride, or to get wasted. Sitting on a black rock overlooking the ocean and letting the crashing waves soothe him, Xander wondered if the coach was doping Dodd, Cameron, and the others in a different manner. After tampering with the sauna’s water tank, his teammates shouldn’t be as fast as they were. Xander thought he should slow down spending time with Buffy to properly investigate. After all, all the teenagers did was make out insatiably, to the point of dry humping each other.

From behind him, the distracted boy heard, “So, Alexander Harris.” The familiar voice turned out to be Buffy, sitting beside him. Holding up an imaginary microphone, she playfully asked, “You’ve just won the state semifinals, practically single-handedly, some might say.”

“Some?”

“The ones with eyes,” she added with a smile. “What are you gonna do now?”

Xander looked at the sexy blonde warmly, hungrily. Buffy was taken aback a spell before returning a hungry gaze of her own. He smiled as he stated, “I was thinking of going home, but I’d rather hang out with Buffy Summers.”

Lowering her hand, Buffy hesitantly suggested, “You… could do both.”

The ride back to his home took nearly twenty minutes and half of that was due to red lights, but eventually, Xander and Buffy were stumbling through his front door, kissing all the while. He picked her up, and she instantly wrapped her legs around his waist before he led them to the closest comfortable surface. Xander and Buffy fell on his couch, making the blonde beauty squeal in delight before they were once again exploring every inch of their mouths.

On top of her sensual body, massaging her sides as he kissed her deeply, her scent was hypnotic. Buffy wrapped her legs around his lower back, pulling him in and making his heart race as the smacking suction of their lips echoed throughout the room. With a singular purpose of making her moan his name repeatedly, Xander lowered his mouth to her elegant neck, nibbling at the zone she loved and inciting her to vent out pleasure-filled moans.

Xander began dry-humping her, using his restrained erection to rub against her love button. Buffy spread her legs invitingly, thrusting back as his firm hands caressed the contours of her sexy hips and legs. Squeezing her ass made him remember when she put him in a headlock, and he couldn’t help but snicker. Buffy rotated her blushing head to look at him in curiosity.

“What?” she asked, slightly nervously. “Is something wrong?”

“What, no,” Xander quickly answered. As he massaged her firm bubble butt, the teen boy reminded her, “I was just thinking about the last time my hands were on your ass.”

Buffy giggled at the recollection before remarking, “I couldn’t believe you did that. But… Mmmnnn,” she moaned as he tenderized her hamstrings, just under her butt, and he dragged his restrained cock against her womanhood.

“But…” he whispered near her ear.

“Aahh, I can’t think… if you keep doing that,” she cutely protested as Xander’s intuitive body—from his hands to his lips, and pelvic thrusts—continued thrilling her sensitive zones.

“I can keep doing more if you want,” Xander softly voiced as his lips lowered to her clavicle.

“…Okay,” she softly voiced.

He looked up at her, into the dark pools of her dilated eyes, and asked, “You sure?” Buffy took a deep breath, then looked away as she nodded. “Okay. Just let me know if you want to stop.”

Xander kissed the sensitive skin of her cleavage as his hands deftly unbuttoned her jeans, then lowered the zipper. Her chest was inflating and deflating considerably as the teen boy slowly peeled her tight jeans off. He quickly detected the scent of her sex, and despite the darkness of the room, saw the dampness of her lace panties. So close to her untouched sacred place, Xander couldn’t think of anything else but to make her melt from an onslaught of pleasure. Bit by bit, he slid her panties down her toned legs, finding a nice little brush of dark hair crowning her tight pussy. Buffy’s cunny was that of a wet maiden; small and immature, with no sign of her inner lips as her love juices streamed down her legs.

‘So wet,’ he thought as his hands massaged her strong inner thighs.

Xander’s tongue began lapping up the pink line of her sex slowly up to her pink clit, protruding from her hood. Her legs shivered and tensed the second time he slowly lapped up her leaking cunny, savoring the taste of her secretions. When she moaned on the third long lick—in tandem with his hand kneading her thighs and butt—Xander’s lust took over and he eagerly began eating her out, diving his strong tongue into her soaking sex and making Buffy squirm.

“MmmmMMmmmMMMy God,” she gasped, whipping her head back in a wave of intense pleasure that shook her.

Using Odin’s ring, he strengthened his tongue to dive deep and lap hungrily at her wet, hot love tunnel. Xander took the opportunity to grope her right breast, kneading eagerly, yet tenderly, and making her pink tips harden through her thin blouse. Buffy gasped in surprise through her open maw, swiveling her head from side to side due to the electricity his expert hands and tongue were buzzing inside her. He moved from one breast to the other, thumbing her pink nipples, as his talented tongue moved up to her clit as he inserted a finger in her hot, tight hole.

Buffy opened her eyes at the insertion, shivering at the building pleasure her small body couldn’t resist. He just kept working her perfectly sized bosom, massaging and pressing her breasts joyously, as if they were dough, while his finger entered her slowly but deeply. The blushing Buffy gasped and moaned under his expert care as his finger found her G-Spot, low and toward the back.

“OOHhhh! My God! My, my, mmmmmm,” she moaned as her pelvis thrusted on its own.

Buffy couldn’t help but moan continuously, and Xander could feel her getting close to no return. Her sex juices were spilling out, and her warm pussy was contracting more and more, as if begging for a second finger. His mouth on her erect clit, fingering her g-spot, and big hands on her breasts, jolts of pleasure were threatening to run up and down her spine nearly every second. Sparks of a massive orgasm would burst throughout her body and her pulsing sex felt like a steaming volcano on the verge of exploding.

“So good!” she mewed as her sweaty body spasmed in preparation for a massive orgasm.

When Buffy was right on the edge, Xander added a second finger and curled them around her trigger spot. The heat in her groin exploded into a wildfire of spasms, wave after wave of pure pleasure ripped throughout her vagina, spine, brain, then arms and legs. Never had she felt an orgasm so hot and intense in her entire life. Her vagina convulsed powerfully as she held Xander’s strengthened fingers tightly. As her body quivered erratically, Buffy kept moaning deeply, her mind too far gone in bliss to even think.

At the sight of the sexy girl cumming under him, Xander only thought to do more. His dick felt ready to explode, and he wanted more than anything to be inside of her, emptying his balls in the depth of her baby-chamber. After what felt like an eternity, Buffy’s body went limp on the sofa, gasping to catch her breath.

“Wow,” she said after a while.

Though Xander appreciated the recognition of a job well done, he was eager to get inside and unzipped his jeans. His zipper must’ve sounded like a chainsaw, because Buffy sat up before bearing witness to his jutting erection. At her look of nervousness, he wondered if the size intimidated her, even if he was average.

With heavy guilt, Buffy asked, “I… don’t think… Is it okay if- if I’m not ready… to go all the way?”

Xander immediately nodded, saying, “Yeah, of course. We don’t have to go all the way. There’s halfway, a third, or no way. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” But inside, he was crying a little.

Buffy swallowed audibly as she hesitated to look directly at his cock. She looked up and asked, “C-can I touch it?”

“If you don’t, I will,” he joked, making her huff in a bit of laughter.

The Slayer slowly touched the smooth skin of his erection, then slowly traced the rigid shape of it. Soon after, she was holding it. Sadly, the rest of their night was Xander instructing her how to jerk him off. Though he enjoyed eating her virgin pussy and watching her cum, it wasn’t the most exciting end to the night. Even if he accidentally looped back, this loop would be worth it simply for this very memory.

The next day, Xander told the Scoobies that they needed to investigate Nurse Greenliegh and Coach Marin, because he had seen things that didn’t make sense. As in all the previous loops, the group uncovered how the adults were doping the swimmers; vitamin pills this time. This disqualified the school’s swim team and led to rumors of Xander doping, not that he cared. On the other hand, he was forced to reassure his concerned friends that he never took any vitamins from either coach or nurse.

When Giles went to inspect the stone statue that arrived at the museum, Xander knew Acathla was the next rung on the ladder to his freedom. When the beautiful Kendra arrived, everyone reverted to an all-business mindset. However, Buffy still learned about Kendra and Xander’s one-night-stand. The blonde slayer gave him the coldest shoulder for most of the investigation.

When Willow finally received an Orb of Thesulah, the ritual began as it had before. Buffy went to get Angel while the rest remained in the library. With Dreadnought in hand, Xander was better prepared to save Kendra. He monitored the entrance to cut their numbers down before they even reached Kendra or Giles. Drusilla also seemed better prepared as she brought three times the number of men as she did in the previous loop, likely in response to his improved ability.

Even with Dreadnought, the vampires simply came at him from all angles, dealing with five vampires at the same time and another four waiting to jump in. The room was overrun with vampires, and protecting Willow from being bitten left Kendra’s weak side vulnerable to a vampire grabbing her feet. Another vampire grabbed each of her arms, and Drusilla sliced her entire throat with the tips of her nails. Xander barely escaped the overrun library with an unconscious Willow, scared Cordelia, and injured Oz. Sadly, they successfully kidnapped Giles.

Xander had to come back for Kendra’s lifeless body. To his horror, the stunning Jamaican had several pairs of puncture holes, and had been drained of her supernatural blood. Crouching beside her, the bloody and beaten Xander wondered how much longer he would be a failure. As strong as he was, having saved Jenny from death, and even being in a relationship with Buffy, he yet again, couldn’t save Kendra.

The following night, Buffy and Xander went to the mansion to rescue Giles while Willow performed the ritual to re-ensoul Angel. With the full effects of Odin’s ring, a vengeful Xander fought the vampires in the mansion to give Willow enough time to perform the ritual. At some point, Xander was suddenly sucker-punched from behind. One moment he was stabbing a vampire through the heart, the next, he was on the floor and everything was going dark. He thought he saw platinum blond hair in a black, leather trench coat fighting a vampire in front of him, but then passed out.

Xander regained consciousness outside of the mansion, and was told by a weary and bleeding Giles that the vortex to hell had been opened, but Buffy closed it. The time-looper immediately panicked. He knew that meant Angel went to hell and he was expecting to loop back. However, he slowly realized he hadn’t woken up in his bed. Walking beside Giles, Xander wasn’t sure why this outcome didn’t send him back, but he had to imagine that it meant Angel wasn’t truly dead.

The aching teen asked the Watcher, “Where’s Buffy?”

All Giles answered was, “She left.”

Xander assumed it would simply be for the night. After all, even if Buffy was with him, it didn’t mean she wouldn’t mourn the loss of Angel. He didn’t see her the following day, or the day after that. As the week finished out, Xander accepted that Buffy wouldn’t return, and his summer would be a lonely one.