"I'm glad you came back," Xander said softly as his hand ran over Anya's smooth hair. He had been sitting in a chemistry room all alone, thinking about his inescapable doom when she had walked in.
Anya moved closer to him, pressing her head to his chest as they sat atop the work desk. "I got as far as the 'leaving Sunnydale' sign when the bad feeling inside got to be too much." She sighed as tears sprung to her eyes. "We're going to die tomorrow, you know."
Xander answered her in a deep voice. "Then I guess well just have to make the most of tonight." Leaning down while his hand nestled under her chin tilted her head up, Xander let his lips brush against hers. As he felt her arms slide under his, he tightened his hold on her and deepened the kiss.
His tongue slipped through her pliant lips to explore the insides of her mouth. For a moment Anya was still, as if getting used to being invaded in such a way, but then her tongue came alive and stroked his. The kiss lasted for minutes before they pulled back.
Xander studied her closely. Her eyes were still closed and she was breathing heavily. One of her hands moved to cover her stomach. "You okay? Getting those barfy feelings again?"
Opening her eyes, Anya smiled and shook her head. "No. More like fluttery. My insides feel like they're mushy and I'm all shaky." Bringing her hand up to her mouth, she closed her eyes. "It feels nice."
"Good," Xander whispered as he went back to stroking her hair.
Anya looked up at him. "Does it feel like that for you too?"
Smiling, Xander placed a little kiss on her forehead. "Yeah, sort of. Only it's less shaky and more jittery."
She placed her hand over his heart. "It's beating fast like mine. This is all..."
"New?" She nodded. "Must be strange to have to catalogue and try to understand all these new things. Most people have many years to get use to the feelings."
"It's exciting," Anya whispered. "For a thousand years I walked around not knowing these feelings. I didn't even know that they existed." She moved her face closer to his. "I want to kiss you again."
Once again, his lips captured hers, but this time, they moved back until they were lying on the table. Anya moved over him, crushing her breasts to his chest while their lips still caressed each other. Xander's hands moved to her back where they ran slowly up and down, massaging her shoulders and teasing the small of her back.
She moved over him. Now that she was lying on him completely, she could feel his erection pressing up against her hip. Pulling back from the kiss, she rose up on her arms, making the lower half of her body press harder against his. "You're really liking this?" It was meant as a statement, but it came out as a question.
Xander's already flushed face blushed further as he nodded. "You're so beautiful, and you're a great kisser and you smell nice and you feel nice and you..."
"Do all men babble this much when they do stuff like this?"
He smiled. "No, just stupid men like me."
"You're not stupid," she said seriously.
"Thank you." A little hesitantly, Xander's hand moved from her back and slid around to cup her breast. He heard Anya gasp and he tore his eyes from her chest and looked up into her eyes. "Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?"
Violently, she shook her head. "No. No, don't stop." She licked her lips and closed her eyes as his other hand began to gently squeeze her other breast. "It makes me feel..." Her words were cut of as her breath caught in her throat.
Xander tweaked her nipples through the layers of her shirt and bra. "You like that?" he asked in a deep voice. He already knew she did. Unconsciously, she had begun to rock her hips against his erection. His response was to thrust up gently, his hips bucking in an involuntary reaction.
Sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt, Xander unhooked her bra and in one swift movement pulled her shirt over he head and peeled it down her arms. Sliding the straps of her bra down her arms, Xander asked, "This is okay?" She nodded and he wasted no more time baring her breasts.
Xander's hands moved to her hips and moved her up while his neck bent upward to allow his mouth to attach to one of her nipples.
That was when she became really hot. She pushed herself up to her knees, so that she was straddling him, the heat between her legs hovering right above his straining erection. She ground down on him as her arms wrapped around his head, holding it to her breast. Anya's breathing was coming in short gasps and pants.
Rolling them over carefully, Xander moved on top of her. His hips thrust against her, pushing his denim covered cock against her. He sucked harder on the nipple before letting it go and moving to the other. Scraping his teeth gently against the hardened bud, he smiled when he heard her whimper.
Anya's hands clawed at his back, pulling up his sweater and the underlying T-shirt. Suddenly, he moved back onto his knees and pulled the unwanted clothes over his head. Xander moved to cover her body with his, but stopped. For a moment he just sat there, admiring the perfection of her breasts. "You sure did choose a good body, Anya."
She smiled nervously before pulling him back down onto her. Her mouth found his and she plundered it as her hands gripped the sides of his waist. Xander's mouth moved from hers as he began to kiss her cheek and then her neck.
He made his way back down to her breasts. His tongue lapping at one nipple, Xander's hand tenderly pinched and twisted the other one. He felt his lust for her grow as her reactions showed him just how much she liked what he was doing. Trailing his mouth down her stomach, Xander stopped and paid attention to her navel.
Darting his tongue in and out, Xander smiled as her legs tightened on his sides. Then a thought occurred and he rose up, putting most of his weight on his hands. "Anya?" He waited for her to open her eyes. Seeing that they were as filled with lust as he imagined his were, Xander's cock throbbed painfully. "How-how far do you want to go here?"
"What?" she panted. She shook her head, trying to understand what he was asking.
"How far do you want this to go. Do you want to stop?"
"Quit asking me that. Xander, we could die in like twelve hours and this is the most incredible feeling I've experienced yet, so no, I don't want to stop." When he didn't move, Anya huffed and sat up, forcing him to move back onto his heels. She grabbed him by the waist of his pants and her hand began to unbutton his jeans while her mouth sucked on the tight flesh of his neck.
"You know, if I knew that it felt this good," she whispered as she tried to push down his jeans and boxers. "I wouldn't have hated men so much and I most definitely would have had some fun while in human form. Just think, a thousand wasted years." Kissing him roughly, Anya slid her hands into his boxers and cupped his firm ass. "I have to make up for lost time, Xander."
The fog lifted from Xander's mind as the gist of what she was saying became clear to him. Without anything further, Xander quickly removed his pants and boxers, then began to work on her pants. He gently laid her back down, then tugged her pants and satin panties down her legs. "God," he whispered as he took in her stunning body.
Fumbling, Xander stuck his hand in the pocket of his jeans, searching for his wallet. After a moment, he found it and quickly opening it, he pulled out the small foil package. He tore it open with his teeth, his eyes fixed on hers. "You sure?"
Her eyes narrowed as she nodded and suddenly, he remembered that she had once been a demon. A man-smiting demon. He quickened his movements, not wanting to piss off a girl who could potentially regain her smiting powers.
Once the condom was on, Xander ran his hands up her legs then let them sweep into the insides. He could feel her body trembling. "Anya?" he called softly. "It would be a whole lot easier for me if your legs weren't locked together so tight. You want this, don't you?"
She nodded and let out a breath. He felt her legs relax. Slowly, he pulled them open and positioned himself on his knees between her legs. Xander trailed a finger along the length of her sex then raised his eyes to her head turn to the side. Her eyes were closed and she was nibbling on her lower lip.
About to ask if she was a virgin, Xander stopped. It was pretty obvious that she was. Plus the fact that she had only been human for a few months. He slid a finger in her tight, wet opening and felt her muscles clamp down around it. He pulled it out then slipped it back in, this time adding a second finger.
She was so tight. He didn't think he'd be able to fit another finger inside of her much less his penis. "Anya?" She made a small noise. "This might hurt," he said as he withdrew his fingers and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. "Do you still want to..."
"Oh for piss' sakes, Xander. Yes. I want to do this, so shut up and do it!"
"You sure do know how to keep the mood, don't you?"
Anya raised up on her elbows. "I'm sorry. But I've read the books and seen the movies, now I want to do it. Please don't be mad. I still haven't mastered the art of tactful aggressiveness."
Leaning down, Xander kissed her. He held her mouth to his as he gently thrust his hips, forcing his cock to slide into her. She gasped into his mouth and clutched his shoulders as he slid farther into her. She winced when she felt him nudge against her protective membrane, then cried out softly as he broke through it. Anya continued to whimper into his mouth until he pulled back, his cock still resting within her.
"You okay?" he asked.
When she nodded and said yes, Xander laid her back down gently as his hips pulled back. He pumped back into her and built a steady rhythm, making sure that she was enjoying it. Her breathing increased and she began to make small mewling noises.
After fifteen minutes of pumping and thrusting, Xander smiled as he watched Anya's face contort then relax in orgasm. It wasn't but thirty seconds after she came that he allowed himself to climax as well.
He laid his head on her breasts for a moment. Xander was filled with pride that he had had enough control not to come the moment he had entered her.
Anya's hand gently stroked his damp hair as the fingers of her other hand danced across his shoulder blade.
After regaining his breath, Xander pulled out of her and rolled over to lie beside her. She watched as he sat up and removed the condom, tying a knot in the end and setting it down on the edge of the table. He laid back down and gathered her in his arms. "So?"
Anya smiled at him with twinkling eyes. "It's sticky."
Xander's eyes widened. "That's all you have to say about that?"
Laughing, she shook her head. "I liked it. It felt good and it felt like the oppose of what I was feeling earlier."
"The opposite of barfy feelings?" She nodded. "Well, that's good, right?"
Anya nodded again then leaned in to kiss him. When she pulled back, she spoke seriously. "After that, the Ascension doesn't seem that scary."
He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"I don't know. It's just... You and I are going to be there and I feel like we're kind of unstoppable, you know. I feel like... I feel invincible now."
Xander's smile widened. That was probably the best compliment he'd ever gotten. Kissing her on the forehead, he closed his eyes, not wanting to think about the facts that the Ascension was soon approaching and that they were in fact mortal and not invincible.
Still holding each other tightly, Xander and Anya fell asleep, both dreaming of more pleasant things than the mayor and the big ugly he would become the next day.
~**~
The End