Title: When You Win (1/?)
Rating: PG-13/R (maybe)
Disclaimer: If I owned the show would I really be writing this. Buffy and friends are owned by Joss, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, The WB, and whoever else has rights to the show.
Summary: It might have a plot, read and find out. I do know that its loosely based on "What Dreams May Come", because that's what I was watching when I got the idea.
Spoilers: None that I can think of, it's an AU story so everyone should be safe. Distribution: My fic is your fic. Just let me know.
Feedback: Definitely!! Tell me if it sucked or if you liked it. Whatever. Just write back!
Author's Notes: … indicate thoughts. And "**" indicates FLASHBACK. Happy reading all!
June 7, 2006
"Mmmmm." Buffy groaned as she snuggled closer to Xander in the warmth of their bed. "Good morning." Xander answered huskily as he pressed his lips to her forehead. "No." Buffy said as she lifted her face to his and kissed the underside of Xander's chin. "No?" he as asked with his brow furrowing. "Nope." Buffy smiled pulling herself up to straddle his hips where she slowly grinded against him, causing Xander to inhale sharply. Buffy maintained her smile while she leaned down to capture his mouth and she slowly massaged his tongue with hers. After a few minutes Buffy pulled away from him gently tugging his bottom lip before she moved to his ear and whispered in a thick voice, "Great Morning." "I stand corrected." Xander husked grinning as he leaned up to kiss her again.
"And now I'm late." Buffy exclaimed rushing around the room gathering her purse while Xander sat on the edge of the bed tying his work boots. "Whose fault is that Mrs. 'Lets have a great Morning'?" Xander asked looking up at his wife smiling. "It wasn't a complaint." She replied over her shoulder as she opened the door to the bedroom and walked down the short hallway to the stairs.
Xander grinned after her as he picked up his wallet and followed Buffy's path. He found her in the kitchen pouring grapefruit juice into the orange juice that was already in her glass.
"We could stay home today." Xander cooed against her ear as he hugged Buffy from behind.
Buffy leaned into his embrace and sighed. She couldn't believe that she could ever love anyone as much as she loved Xander. He was her best friend since she was fifteen and she was 'head-over-heels, blinding, smiling like a school girl, I need you to survive' in love with him. And she took get pride in the fact that Xander felt the same way about her even after dating for three years and being married for one.
"We could," she agreed softly turning in his embrace, "but if we don't go to work, whose going to pay off our shiny new morgage? Spending out first anniversary on the street won't earn you any brownie points." Buffy giggled as Xander kissed the tip of her nose.
Xander loved how she laughed, it gave him butterflies in his stomach. He loved holding her in his arms, and calling Buffy Summers his wife when he spoke of her to people, which was very often. Every time he looked at her his knees went weak and the fact that she felt the same way about him both astounded and elated him. Xander Harris was 25 years old and already living out his dreams. He had a steady job at the construction site, a new home sure it was on the Hellmouth, but it was still home, and most importantly he had Buffy. Xander's life was perfect.
"What if I got us a top of the line cardboard box?" he joked.
"I would live anywhere as long as you where there, you know that," Buffy said kissing him lightly on the lips, "but is that really the environment that you want to raise our child in?" she finished grinning.
"No I guess no…" Xander stopped short, taking in what he had just been told, "Our child?" he mouthed as if out of breath. "Our" he said again, gesturing between himself and Buffy, "Child." Buffy smiled and nodded. "We're…having a…ch…child." Xander stated still in disbelief.
"Yep. In about seven months." Buffy replied, "Are you happy?" she finished uncertainly as Xander just continued to stand there.
Xander closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his grip around Buffy's waist tightening as he pulled her closer to himself. "How could I be anything else?" He asked picking her up in a huge hug. He slowly placed her back on her feet and leaned in to kiss her. Xander poured his soul into that kiss and Buffy returned it with the same fervor.
"I have to go." Buffy whispered against his lips as she attempted to pull back. She knew what this could lead to and she was already 20 minutes late. Xander didn't respond but slowly moved his lips down Buffy's neck. "Giles…hates it…when I'm late." she tried again albeit unconvincingly. "He'll understand." Xander murmured as he lowered them to the floor.