Girls... that's all I really want is..er, wait a second [Open, lang. warning]

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Xander was in the Sensoriums. At first he was thinking of the great training room he had in Scotland, only this looked more like the one he had set up in the basement of the Magic Box. The one Giles helped him put together for Buffy. That's ok, sometimes, when not thinking of the demons, and the vampires, and all the threats of big honkin' death, he could almost be nostalgic for the 'Dale?

Almost.

Xander was currently just wearing gym sweats, and shirtless. He went to reach for a towel to dry some of the sweat off when he heard a giggle. A few giggles actually.

"Uh I didn't order an audience... oh hi. Did you guys just wake up?" It was a couple of the Slayers from the Scotland base smiling invitingly at him. Funny how they were dressed in pajamas though as they slowly approached him.

"We missed you, Xander. We've been so lonely." One of them said as she slowly reached for him to run her hands over his chest. Vi was it? No, Vi was on a patrol with Buffy.

"I missed you too, ladies? Uh hang on, we're not alone here. Somebody could walk in."

Only another Slayer walked in, with a smirk as she steadily crossed the practice room to kiss him.

Oh who the hell cares who walks in? Xander dropped the towel, and kissed her back. He thought he felt other hands touching his shoulders and sides. But after a few minutes, that slowly stopped. His one eye had closed, enjoying the feel of pouty lips, and longish tousled hair gently tickling his forehead and cheeks. Funny, he knew the girls were pretty buff and strong, but he didn't remember any of them having broad shoulders like this. And the chest seemed oddly flat. The other person drew even closer to him.





.................Ok, NO Slayer would have THAT down there.

He yelped and hastily backed away from the guy smiling back at him knowingly.

"Uh, Sam? What are you doing? And I thought you were locked up in jail still?"

When there was no immediate response, Xander glanced around, hoping nobody else had walked in as well. That was the last thing he needed. Awfully funny how quiet the other guy seemed right now.

Unreal even.

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Sheeana's rather quiet and small. Other Sisters had compared her often to a mouse (a comparison she found amusingly ironic, given her ancestry).

So a desert mouse watched him with amused blue-within-blue eyes. "I didn't know we had your kind on this ship."

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There was weak laughter, and surprise as 'Sam' vanished.

"You mean easily tricked idiots? Yep, that's me all the way. Yeah."

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Interesting. He'd rather admit to being an idiot than a homosexual.

Two memories intruded on her then:

One was ancestral. She was Siona, assassin of the Tyrant, conspiring with Duncan Idaho in some dank hideout, heavy with machinery and stale air. "...And there in the Fish Speaker quarters...Two women engaged in a passionate kiss!" He had raged as if this were a terrible curse. Her ancestor had only looked with pity before going to him.

The next was the smiling face of Alia (named for the Tyrant's aunt, oh the rich irony) the lush, life-filled fellow cadet she had loved (that heresy, love!) back in the Chapterhouse school. They could not have been a more different looking pair, the slight desert waif and the big solid girl, but they had been true. They'd grown apart after Sheeana's assignment to the desert project, but she hadn't forgotten her.

Had he noticed her lapse into memory? No matter.

"Oh my. Who would want to trick you so cruelly?"

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"Stacy and her very strange sense of humor clearly."

Xander noticed the lapse, but wasn't going to call her on it. He's seen enough from friends acting so over the years. Usually due to magic related causes, and she'd seem fine afterwards. Hell, he'd been on a few trances over the years for various reasons.

"I mean I got no beef with it. It's just I like boobs, not the beef?" Pretty sure of it. Well mostly sure.

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"I wouldn't dream of doubting you." The tone implied a warm chuckle.

She studied the young man. He seemed so nonchalant about this. Oh this? Just indulging in some foreplay with several thinking machine programs. What's the big deal?

"Do you...miss female company?" Not lack for. She implied this was a temporary lapse. Sheeana was supremely confident she could seduce him easily if she were inclined.

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Xander's eye did take in her appearance, and that warm chuckle of hers had fun thoughts going through his head again. Please, please, don't be a demon, or somebody who wanted to kill him? Or somebody about to die horribly?

"Well sure. Of course I do. Also miss my buds back home." He wasn't going to mention his lousy track record with said girls though.

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One small step forward. Lips part slightly as if in expectation. Eyes a little more open too.

"Poor thing." There's a tiny hint of a purr at the end of the first word. Tones perfect from years of training.

Objectively he is kindof attractive. Reminding her a tiny bit of Duncan certainly doesn't hurt matters. And after all, even I have to stay in practice.

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Why did she have to purr too? Of course she would. Part of him was thinking this might be bad based on past experience. The rest was cheerfully shutting down as his bloodflow directed southward.

Xander did ask, as he drew closer to her albeit slightly cautiously, "You're not a demon right? Not even an ex-demon or ex-ex-demon or anything even vaguely demony?"

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A demon? He has experience with Abominations then? This question threw her slightly. She decided to go with it, however.

"So you have found me out, boy!" Her voice is now a basso rumble, thick with brimstone. It shouldn't be able to issue from someone her size. Oh this will be precious~.

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Dammit... Xander Harris the demon magnet again.

He immediately stepped back.

"Yeah, well my luck, I shouldn't be surprised anymore." He was going to need a weapon. Ooh, handy wooden staff. Good. Juuust in case she attacks.

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She stepped forward with him,flexing tiny muscles in her scalp so her hair started to flare as if aflame with violent thoughts.

She grinned evilly and...Burst into laughter like the sussuration of the desert wind. "It was a vocal trick. A joke. I'm no abomination."

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Xander eyed her with his single eye, though he did relax a little. Lowering the staff.

"Yeah, hahah, let's scare the crap out of the one eyed guy who used to fight demons and vampires."

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"Don't you know it's rude to immediately...raise your staff to a woman?" Her tone was soothing now. A phallic joke was below her normal standards, but he seemed to need it.

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Xander started to say something like he was going to snark more. However it changed to a small laugh, and a shrug, "Ok, I'll give you that. Just had to check, you know? Several times bitten, belatedly shy?"

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Another inaudible step forward. "I assure you, i'm completely human...Poor boy. Whatever can I do to console you?" The undertones are back, a Bene Gesserit skill. She's a bit out of practice, but if it works well, his brain should be literally short-circuiting...well, more than it does normally anyway.

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Aaaand there goes the bloodflow south again and oh yes, his brain was definitely short circuiting again.

"Human is good, human's very good. And I like consoling, that's good too." Oh yeah, short circuiting and yammering mode going.

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She covers the final little gap. Her hand comes light as a feather to cup his side. She hums. Disguised as a purr, there's something behind it.

Oh he doesn't stand a chance.

No worries, he's only got a few too.

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Xander really didn't at this point, and he didn't care. Any notes of caution had been laid to rest, while the rest of him woke up. He leaned down to brush his lips against hers, and his hands came up to gently rest on her waist.

current soundtrack: MGMT-Electric Feel

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Their lips touched for the briefest of moments. Sheeana felt that familiar charge, the spark that reminded her why she loved doing this. She came up to the hollow between jawline and neck, that same hum activating the frequency, the first in a sequence of arousal pressure points.

[Also apologies if this gets too kung fu or death note esque, I swear that's how Frank Herbert wrote sex]

Re: current soundtrack: MGMT-Electric Feel

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Wow, really wow. Xander couldn't avoid the groan of pleasure in his throat. Anya had done some amazing things during their experimenting attempts. Ok, some were less amazing and more ow stop that. But this was better than those.

His hands slid up and down her side, but she was distracting him from much more.

(It's fine, I've read the first Dune so know a little of how Herbert was.)

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Her hand slid up his chest, feeling and appreciating the firmness there, thumb gently pressing another point. She was smaller than him so her lips easily came up his neck, under his jaw and she hummed softly again. The second point. She was leading him up a circuit.

I've still got it.

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Xander relaxed against her, his fingers did a spasm against her ribs before just clinging to her. He'd kiss her again, but that would mean moving, and stopping what amazing things she was doing with her lips and that hum just so striking all of his nerves at once.

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Tentacles suddenly pull the two apart, though there is no slamming them into walls like Stacy usually does.

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One moment, bliss. The next moment. Tentacle block courtesy of the creepy ship.

"Stacy have I told you lately how much you *SUCK?* Couldn't you have not looked for another 15 minutes?"

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Sheeana struggles, but even with her super kung fu there is no stopping those tentacles. She lets loose a string of curses in Arabic-derived Fremen.

From behind the writhing mass, she gives him a smoldering smile. "I guess i'll see you another time..." It occurs to to her that she didn't learn his name. Does it matter?