Title: Knights Consort (13/?)

Author: Cyclone

Feedback: Please be gentle.

Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at u/62966 or ~cyclone

Rating: Just a little bad language.

Spoilers: Anything and everything.

Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.

Summary: There's more to love than sexual attraction. In fact, sometimes, sexual attraction just gets in the way.

Author's Note: Nothing much to say here.


Well, this is a very pleasant surprise.

I like kissing Xander.

Kissing is an interesting experience; everyone kisses a little bit differently. Kissing Willow made me feel wanted - needed - but kissing Xander makes me feel...

Loved.

After a moment, I pull back, searching his face uncertainly.

"Why me?" he asks quietly.

I womanfully resist the urge to smack him upside the head.

Instead, I reach up.

My hand's trembling. Stop that, hand.

Cupping my hand on his cheek, I stroke the bottom of his eyepatch with my thumb.

"You know why."

He grabs my wrist. "You know I'd do that for any of you."

"I know that, doofus," I snort, shaking my head. I look away. "It's because you're the kind of person who would."

I feel his hand on my chin as he gently turns my head back to face him.

"So," I say, breaking the awkward silence, "where do we go from here?"

He seems to flinch at the question - I wonder why? - and pulls away. "We start by fixing your door."

I give him my best death glare, but death glares lose a lot of effectiveness when he isn't looking at me. Damn it.

"Stop glaring at me behind my back."

...

How does he do that?