Summary: Xander's pov right after he and Cordelia changed history
forever.
Spoilers: WML 2
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine, no matter how much I wish they
were. < sigh > They belong to Joss Whedon and the WB I have to live
with borrowing them for my stories.
Rating: PG
by: Amy
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I've been avoiding her like the plague. Well, it's not like I've ever been around the plague, or had reason to avoid it, but if I had, that's how much I would be avoiding her. She thinks I don't catch her looking at me, either. Oh, she's a sly one, sneaking hateful little glances my way. She thinks I'm too stupid and oblivious to notice. Well, I got news, Cordelia. I'm not oblivious to nothin'.
I didn't mean to kiss her. I didn't want to. It was a Hellmouth thing. I was standing with her on top of the Hellmouth. It didn't matter that her hair was shining and smelled like apples or that her face was the perfect shade of red with anger or that... Okay, so I wanted to kiss her. That or kill her. Right now, I'm not sure which would have been preferable.
And she kissed me back. Will I ever stop feeling sick? Twice, she kissed me back. And the feeling of her, so soft in my arms, but energetic too, seemed to make my blood boil and freeze at the same time. She's had a lot of experience kissing. It didn't seem to matter to her that I hadn't. I wonder what that means.
And it's not like I can tell Willow or even Buffy. They're the girl kind of best friends, which isn't *so* different from what Willow and I have, except that they share *everything* no matter *what.* So I know that she'd tell Willow and then I'd be just as screwed as if Willow had caught Cordelia and I making out.
Cordelia looked at me sideways and I managed a shaky sneer. My heart wasn't in it. Or maybe my heart was too much in it. I didn't know, and didn't want to. But the sneer worked and she rolled her eyes, shrugging. Her posture said 'stupid boy' and I heartily agreed, slumping. What did she expect? For me to be one of those guys she taunts with her good looks and great, warm, soft body... I shook my head to clear the thoughts out. Well, did she expect me to be one of those guys and be panting after her like a Cordelia in heat?
Giles cleared his throat and I looked up, feeling bad. His eyes told me that I had missed most of the lecture and I knew why. I had been thinking about *her.* Just knowing that makes me want to throw up in a strangely compelling way. I knew I had to talk to her.
This time I'd just be smart and do it in public.
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Catching up to her in the deserted hallway, I yanked on her arm, spinning her around so that she fell against my chest. Honest, I didn't plan that. Mostly. Hesitating, she finally pulled herself off of me and gave me a smile that made me legs get a kind of weak feeling... That was the smile she usually reserved for her group or a guy she was dati... The smile vanished.She had realized who it was. I felt my anger start to grow as she shoved me away from her.
"God, are you crazy? What are you thinking, touching me in public like that?" Cordelia cried in outrage. I glared at her and twisted my expression into a lascivious look.
"You want me to touch you like that in private, Queen C.?" Her look of anger fled and she stared at me, her mouth slightly open.
"I don't want to be seen with you," she finally mumbled. I gritted my teeth.
"Likewise, I assure you." Her face paled and her eyes became slits at my words.
"Fine," she spat. "Make it quick."
Against my will, I pulled her towards a nearby broom closet so that we could talk alone. On the way, as she pulled away from me, she bumped into one of the cleaning ladies, a sweet older lady that kept the toilets clean. I rushed to help Ingrid up, shooting a disgusted glance at Cordelia when she burst into laughter.
After the poor old lady got up and hurried away, I stepped into the broom closet where Cordelia had shut the door behind her. Her face was buried in her hands and she was still laughing.
"Oh, God," she groaned. "I'm laughing at an old lady who probably just broke her hip. I'm going to Hell."
Sitting down on a stool, I watched her intently as her laughter started and a few truly remorseful tears began. I snickered. I tried to hide the sound and my expression behind my hand, but that really never works. Cordelia looked up hatefully.
"What?!"
"Well," I told her between guffaws, "You're going to Hell. I'm not. I think it's a sort of poetic justice, don't you? Kind of fitting?" My laughter grew as her face became red.
"You're slime, you know that?" she yelled. I nodded compliantly, still laughing at her. "And disgusting," she continued furiously. I finally calmed and looked at her seriously.
"Yeah," I deadpanned, "But I'm not the one going to Hell."
She stood in a rage and paced back and forth. I stood up and met her eyes.
"Well," I murmured in satisfaction, "I'm glad we got this all settled."
"God, you're such a dork!" she yelled.
"Better the lighten the atmosphere than to curse the dorkness."
Her wrathful look increased, infuriated that I was being so calm. She took two long strides over to me and grabbed a handful of my hair in her palm, her nails lightly scraping my scalp. I winced at the feeling; not only the pressure from her hands, but the feeling that was shifting several parts of my body that I severely didn't want to shift.
And she kissed me.
Wasn't expecting that. After a second of stunned numbness, I pulled her to me roughly, her breasts firmly against my chest. Her mouth continued to move with mine, her lips and tongue making themselves comfortable with the way I kissed. Angrily we fought with our lips, silently trying to get the better of each other. But it didn't work, we were too evenly matched. Her hands slid down my body and rested on my hips as she squirmed against me. I groaned and let my hands find her backside, smiling smugly when she didn't pull away.
Finally we broke the kiss and looked at each other distrustfully for several minutes, panting. The first kiss, pass it off. The second kiss, means nothing. The third... In a little too deep to deny that we had just set the tone for our entire relationship.
Finally she broke the silence, snarling her words. "It was the only way I could get you to shut up."
I would have said something to that, but I was far to busy kissing her again.
The End