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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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.

[cityship]

||Unauthorized fraternization detected! Cease and desist immediately! Fraternization between podmates is not permitted!||

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?"

apologize for the fail, just saw this

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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?

*is Queen of fail so no worries*

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Damn, damn.

"Yeah, someplace without prying eyes or tentacles of doom. And it's Xander by the way."

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"Sheeana." She says, playing up the exotic, letting her Fremen accent through. The water has plastered her hair and clothing to her, something he will probably note as she walks just as silently away.

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"Oh well great to meet you!" He called out after her with a wave, and then sighed as she left. Damn, damn.

Right, he was going to be in his bunk or fleshy bed of bleah as it were.