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Chapter 1: The Deal
“So who made the decision?” Xander asked, leaning against the railing to admire her.

God, she was beautiful.

“We both did,” Buffy said, looking away. “Both of us. Together.”

She looked out over the balcony, unable to help herself from admiring the breathtaking view. Underneath them, an exotic island city, filled with lights and fires. Buffy wondered where she was. She hadn’t asked, and he hadn’t told her.
Xander couldn’t help but chuckle. Like hell he did. Like hell.

“You don’t know him,” Buffy said fiercely. “And you don’t know me.”

“In the end he didn’t refuse,” Xander pointed out, coming closer. “I’d never share you.”

“You’re judging him?” she said, glaring at him incredulously. “You buy women.”

“I don’t,” he said off-handedly. “Ever.”

“So what’s this then?” she asked pointedly.

“You said I couldn’t buy you,” he replied, gently touching her bare shoulder with a finger.

“You can’t,” Buffy said, making him raise his brow. “We’re just gonna fuck. That’s all.”

“We certainly are,” Xander said, gently rolling the shoulder strap down her shoulder. “I have you all to myself all weekend. Best deal I ever made.”

“Point proved,” Buffy said.

“You might like it,” Xander quipped.

“Don’t bet on it,” she said coldly.

“I think I will,” Xander said, bending down to kiss her bared flesh. He smirked when he noted the slightest shiver that went through her body.

“Do you think he’d enjoy it?” Xander whispered, kissing her shoulder.

“Enjoy what?” Buffy said distantly, ignoring the feel of his warm lips on her skin.

“Watching us,” Xander said conspiratorally.

Buffy stared at him. She opened her mouth to argue, but for one of the few times in her life, she couldn’t just find the words.

“Watching me take you to my bedroom,” Xander said, looking her up and down. “Slowly removing this very expensive dress. Savouring every moment. Laying you down and worshipping you like the goddess you are.”
Buffy just stared at him, dumbstruck.

“My lips everywhere,” Xander mumbled, planting small soft kisses up her shoulder. Her moved behind her, kissing her bare back, congratulating himself on having selected the perfect outfit.

Buffy bit her lip. She felt nothing. Nothing at all.

Xander’s mouth moved up to whisper in her ear, slowly turning her around. “My tongue inside you. Reaching deeper than you could have ever imagined. Making you moan my name. Over. And over. And over again. Until you give yourself to me completely. Until you forget he even exists. Until you tell me you need me inside you.”

“You’re disgusting,” Buffy said, with every ounce of disdain she felt for him.

“And you’re quivering,” Xander said simply.

It was then Buffy realized that she was trembling. With anger or disgust, she had no idea. Maybe both. Or maybe something else. Something she couldn’t fathom.
When he put his hand around her waist, she put a hand on his chest, as if to stop him. But then she remembered. They had made a deal. A deal with the devil. And it was time to pay.

Buffy looked into his eyes. Xander’s eyes looked smug with satisfaction. She saw lust and avarice and want. Buffy said nothing, she just dropped her hand in silent acceptance. Slowly, he pulled her flush against him, enjoying the warmth and the feel of her lithe body against him. But as much as he enjoyed her submissiveness, what he really wanted was her passion.

“Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to,” Xander said. “I promise.”

And with that vow, he leant his face in for a kiss. Buffy watched his face come closer and closer, until their lips were merely a feather’s breath apart. Xander awaited expectantly. She refused, silently.

A challenge, Xander smirked. Good.

And then he began walking backwards, pulling her in the direction of the bedroom.

“Undress me,” he said, guiding her hands to his Shirt. Buffy forced herself to focus on the task at hand. Anything to not think about what she knew was going to happen. Slowly, she undid button after button, ignoring the feel of his hands on her. His hands everywhere, massaging her legs, her waist, her lower back, moving to undo the barely there silver dress. Buffy took in a quick breath when she felt the dress slip of her body and fall to the floor, leaving her in only her hot pink panties.

God, she thought. What am I doing?

Xander hissed in delight and celebrating by tossing off his shirt. Buffy looked away. She knew already that he was well-defined. In fact, she was sure of it. She knew that someone with that much money and free time would be in great shape. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she found him kneeling before her.

“What are you…”

“Shhh,” he said, his hand massaging her calf.
“Lift up,” he said, grinning. Reluctantly she obeyed, and he guided her heel ouf of the dress, then did the same for the other.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he said, just sitting there. When he got no response, he stood, seemingly pissed off. Then, as if something struck him, he took her hand which was dangling by her side.

“You know what I want,” he said, placing it on the fly of his pants. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” he said.

“My body,” she said disdainfully. But then she remembered why she was here. What she was doing. For us, she thought. And slowly, she reached down and began to unbuckle his pants.

“That’s all it is,” she said, pulling out his belt and dropping it to the floor. “You know that, don’t you?”

But to Xander’s ears, her harsh words were the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. Quickly he pushed his pants down, stepping out of them and coming forward. Buffy backed up up until she felt the back of her feet hit the bed. There was nowhere else to go.

“It’s not my heart,” she said defiantly, as his hand his eyes running all over her body.

“It’s not my soul,” Buffy said even as she felt his hand curl around her to touch her bra.

“You’ll never have those,” she said firmly. Xander stopped what he was doing, then looked at her. Buffy felt elated for a moment as for the first time, indecision flickered across his smug confident face. But then it was gone.

“I’ll get over it,” he smirked, then continued to undo her bra. “Question is…..will your husband?”

“Don’t talk about him,” Buffy said furiously, suddenly grabbing Xander by throat. “Ever again. Or I swear to god, I will end you.”

Xander felt her squeeze his windpipe with a strength he wouldn’t have imagined she possessed. God, it only made him want her more, knowing that she could probably kick his ass.

“Okay,” he said. After a moment, she let go and let her hands drop to her side once again. She saw Xander rubbing his throat and looked away.

And then she felt his hand on hers and he was guiding her hands around his neck. They exchanged one last look, as if to confirm what was going to happen.And then he picked her up by the waist and guided her legs around his waist. And then they were falling, falling, falling down onto the bed, tangled together.

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