Feel the Fluffy Xandrew Love
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valarltdWarning, first Buffy fic in 3 years, gratuitous RotJ reference, and spoilers through "Dirty Girls"
Helping
2003 Angel
He's home now. Sleeping on the couch. The white bandages are so pale against his dark hair. All these years of fighting with Buffy, this is the first time anything permanent has happened to anyone. We're all rattled by the loss of the girls, of course, and some of the others are hurt worse, but Xander's eye seems like the greater insult.
It was just so, well, personal. As if it was the worst thing that he could think of to do to the One who Sees.
My Xander, always the heart of the scoobies, the one who made everything seem normal, is hurt. He's stirring on the couch.
The bandages cover both eyes. He's going to have to adjust to monocular vision, but the doctors want him to wait until he's healed up.
"Who is it?" One hand flails in my direction. I try not to hear the fear in his voice. Of course. He's just been blinded, and awaking to someone hovering over him will make him panic.
I take his hand, and press my cheek into it. "Someone who loves you." The words are out before I can think. "Sorry, habit."
"It's okay." He pulls me a bit closer. "Wanna see how well Willow's potion worked?" His lips are warm and surprisingly soft. I've never been kissed like this. It feels...nice. Comfortable. This is a kiss I could live with for a long time. He doesn't make me hard and needy and scared like Warren did, or even have the doomed taste that Jonathan did. This feels real, like what normal people have in their lives.
After the last demon-chick, and his "gay me up" talk with Willow, we did some magicks and he managed to embrace all his aspects. He may always like the girls, but he wants boys more now. He wants me.
"You're in no shape for anything, Xan," I say. "Do you need another painkiller?"
"Nah. Just stay here."
I sit down on the floor beside the couch and he falls back asleep with one arm wrapped around my chest. It's not very comfortable. But it's what I can do to help, right now.
Helping
2003 Angel
He's home now. Sleeping on the couch. The white bandages are so pale against his dark hair. All these years of fighting with Buffy, this is the first time anything permanent has happened to anyone. We're all rattled by the loss of the girls, of course, and some of the others are hurt worse, but Xander's eye seems like the greater insult.
It was just so, well, personal. As if it was the worst thing that he could think of to do to the One who Sees.
My Xander, always the heart of the scoobies, the one who made everything seem normal, is hurt. He's stirring on the couch.
The bandages cover both eyes. He's going to have to adjust to monocular vision, but the doctors want him to wait until he's healed up.
"Who is it?" One hand flails in my direction. I try not to hear the fear in his voice. Of course. He's just been blinded, and awaking to someone hovering over him will make him panic.
I take his hand, and press my cheek into it. "Someone who loves you." The words are out before I can think. "Sorry, habit."
"It's okay." He pulls me a bit closer. "Wanna see how well Willow's potion worked?" His lips are warm and surprisingly soft. I've never been kissed like this. It feels...nice. Comfortable. This is a kiss I could live with for a long time. He doesn't make me hard and needy and scared like Warren did, or even have the doomed taste that Jonathan did. This feels real, like what normal people have in their lives.
After the last demon-chick, and his "gay me up" talk with Willow, we did some magicks and he managed to embrace all his aspects. He may always like the girls, but he wants boys more now. He wants me.
"You're in no shape for anything, Xan," I say. "Do you need another painkiller?"
"Nah. Just stay here."
I sit down on the floor beside the couch and he falls back asleep with one arm wrapped around my chest. It's not very comfortable. But it's what I can do to help, right now.
