Rescue Me


Author: Greydon Creed <greydon_creed[at]>

Summary: Buffy had been kidnapped by vampires and Xander rescued the Slayer. Now it is time to thank him.

Spoiler Warning: None.

Rating: NC-17; for explicit descriptions of consensual sex

Disclaimer: The BtVS characters belong to Joss Whedon and associated companies. The story itself belongs to me.

Distribution: Please let me know first and I will be glad to let you archive it.

Feedback: Please; this was my first adult story posted.

Notes: This is an alternate chapter of Rescue Me. The story picks up just as Buffy reminds Xander of her promise to him. The regular story resumes at the school on Monday.

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"Remember when we walked out into the mall parking lot last night... what I said I would do if you rescued me some day?" With Buffy standing so close that she was actually looking up at me, I flashed back for an instant to the love spell in the library.

"My memory's a little hazy - I don't know what you're talking about." Sure - how *could* I forget?

"Well, I remember. And I keep my promises." With that, Buffy reached up and pulled my head down slowly toward hers. Just before our lips touched, her eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly.

For about a quarter second, I couldn't believe what was happening. Buffy Summers, one of the girls of my dreams, kissing me? But when I felt the soft lips moving under mine, my conscious mind shut down and I returned the kiss.

Buffy tasted faintly of mint, and when I gently slipped the tip of my tongue past her lips, she gave a soft moan and opened more to me. I slowly explored her mouth while I put my hands around her waist and pulled her body against mine. Buffy pressed up against me and moaned again.

Meanwhile, our kisses were getting bolder and bolder, with us taking turns tasting each other. Our hands were starting to move, with Buffy's hands going under my shirt and along my bare back and my hands moving down to Buffy's butt, where I gently cupped and squeezed her.

I abruptly broke off the kiss. "Buffy, we're friends, we can't do this, it's not right, it would mess up our friendship, I don't want to mess this up..." I would have kept babbling, but Buffy put her finger across my lips, silencing me.

"Xander, do you trust me?" Buffy spoke in a low voice.

"Yeah, I do," I responded softly.

"We've risked our lives for each other. We almost died last night. Nothing will ever change our friendship. Do you believe me when I say that?" she asked. I nodded an affirmative. "Now be quiet and kiss me."

This time I lowered my face toward Buffy's and our lips met again. As we kissed Buffy was tugging me toward her even though we were already pressed together. We moved across the room until we hit the edge of the bed and fell back on it, with Buffy on top of me.

Buffy sat back on my hips and started to tug on my t-shirt. "Off, I want this off," she whispered, finally pulling the shirt over my head. She quickly pulled off her own top and lay down on top of me, kissing and rubbing up against me.

Moving a lot more smoothly than either of us were used to, I rolled us both over so that Buffy was on her back and I was lying besides her. Looking down at her, I started kissing her again, starting at her mouth and working my way down her face and neck until I was looking at her breasts.

Even though Buffy favored tight blouses and shirts that left little to the imagination, looking at her now was so much better. Her breasts were soft and round and topped by dark pink nipples that were hardening even as I watched.


Lowering my mouth, I began to nip and suck her nipples, seeing how much more I could get them to harden. Buffy was making small cries and moans as I tasted her, her hips squirming on the bed.

After a couple of minutes, I started to move my lips lower, tracing the edges of her ribs, down her firm stomach to her navel, where I started to circle it with my tongue. When my tongue first dipped into that tight circle, Buffy cried out louder and put her hands on my head, stroking my hair.

"Please, please, I need more, Xander, please..." Buffy was starting to push at my head, trying to move it lower on her body. I took the hint and lifted my head from her navel and sat back on my heels. Buffy gave a small moan of disappointment that turned into a gasp when I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her sweats and pulled them and her panties down over her hips and legs. Buffy spread her legs and I moved in between them, laying on my stomach, my face over her hip.

As I looked at her triangle of fine light brown hair, I could see the glistening of her juices slowly escaping from her folds. The scent was like nothing I had ever smelled before - a mixture of musk and sweetness. Moving slowly, I traced the opening of her folds with my finger and Buffy jumped, giving out a cry of surprise.

I looked up at Buffy's face and saw her looking intently at me with one emotion after another chasing each other across her face: nervousness, impatience, desire. Her breathing was heavy and rapid, and her face was flushed.

Still looking at Buffy's face, I brought my finger up to my mouth and licked her juices off of it, which tasted as good as it smelled. Buffy shuddered slightly and flexed her knees, opening herself more to me.

"Xander, please, I can't wait any longer." Buffy's hazel eyes were large in her face, fixed on mine. When I lowered my mouth to her folds, her eyes drifted shut and her hands clenched on the bedspread as she lay back down.

I ran my tongue along the center of her folds, feeling her shudder again as I tasted her juices again. The taste of the juices was stronger, and there was more of it. Spreading her folds with my fingers, I dipped my tongue into her and felt her shudder again and again.

Licking up as much of the juices as I could, I moved to the top of her folds where her clit was standing firm and hot, pulsing with her heartbeat. When I took the tip in between my lips and sucked gently on it, Buffy spasmed so strongly she nearly threw me off of her.

Pulling myself back, I looked up at Buffy. She looked down at me, trying to catch her breath, finally speaking. "Xander, I need more..."

"I know - try to hold still if you can, Buff." Buffy nodded her head and lay back again.

Keeping my face where I could see hers, I gently slid my index finger into her folds again, carefully slipping it into her opening. As soon as my fingertip entered her, she clamped down, but by now Buffy was so wet I was able to keep sliding my finger in until it was in completely.

The heat and the wetness I had felt before was nothing compared to the feeling of Buffy's lower muscles clenching on my finger. Carefully I added a second finger and felt Buffy shudder and clench harder. Looking up at Buffy's face, I could see that her eyes were shut, she was breathing heavily, and her head was tossing slowly on the pillow.

"Buffy, you OK? I'm not hurting you?" I was starting to get concerned.

Buffy replied in a breathless voice, "I'm OK, I'm OK, don't stop, please don't stop."

After looking at her face and making sure that she really was OK, I slowly started to slide my fingers in and out of her, watching the changing expressions on Buffy's face as the sensations flowed from the clenching muscles in her belly throughout her body.

As I gradually increased the speed of her stimulation, Buffy's breathing and movements quickened . When I felt Buffy begin to reach her peak, I lowered my mouth to her folds and started to suck on her clit again while still moving my fingers in and out of her.

By this time, Buffy was crying out, with moans and cries being intermingled with my name. Finally, I turned my fingers inside of her so the palm of my hand was facing up and began to rub the raised area of her upper wall while I latched on to her clit with my lips and began to suck strongly on it .

"Oh yes, that's it, don't stop, that's perfect, that feels so good, I'm almost there, don't stop, don't stop..." Buffy's voice was getting higher and higher until she began to shake and shudder, finally giving a shriek, her body arching and tensing for a long moment before she collapsed back on the bed.

Looking back up at Buffy, I saw her sit up and reach down for me, yanking me up so that we were face to face. Intertwining her legs with mine, she rolled us both over, with Buffy winding up on top of me, straddling my stomach. Bending forward, she kissed me on the mouth, licking up the traces of her juices that were still on my lips.

"How did you...learn do that, Xander?... I can't made me...come so hard," Buffy murmured in between kisses to my lips, my eyes, my throat.

I gave a short laugh and pulled Buffy's face back up to mine, briefly kissing her lips again. "Lots of dedicated study of the available reference materials, I guess. That and a lot of late night thinking."

"You mean you've been reading Penthouse and dreaming about me? I should be mad at you, you sex maniac." Buffy started to half-heartedly pound on my chest with her fists, but stopped when I pulled her toward me and kissed her again.

Buffy was shifting around on top on me, trying to get more comfortable, when her hips brushed against a certain part of me. Buffy stopped kissing me and looked at me with a small smile on her face.

"You know Xander, I supposed to be thanking you here. I don't think we even started in on that yet," Buffy said in a low voice, moving her hips in a slow motion against mine. I bit my lip to keep from groaning out loud, but Buffy saw the look on my face and with a giggle continued her motion.

"Xander... just lay there. Don't move." Buffy had her intent fighting-the-vampires look on her face. Taking the hint, I lay back on the pillow and watched Buffy through half-closed eyes.

Buffy gave me a brief kiss on the lips and then moved lower, tracing a path starting from my mouth and leading down my jaw and neck to my chest. Moving to one nipple to the next, she lightly nipped at them and grinned at the groan that came from my throat.

Moving lower still, Buffy briefly nuzzled my navel before moving down to the waist band of my shorts and the pronounced bulge there. She hooked her fingers into the waist band and pulled the shorts down, letting my shaft pop up, causing her to giggle again.

Looking up at me and seeing the concern on my face, Buffy smiled and softly said, "I wasn't laughing at you, Xander. I just thought that... well... it seemed awfully happy to see me."

I tried not to look too relieved. "You have no idea how happy, Buffy," I replied, trying to regain what little cool I had left.

"Oh, I think I do." Lowering her face, Buffy nuzzled my cock, the coolness of her cheek contrasting with the heat from me. Buffy moved her hand to my shaft, lightly holding it at the bottom before running her hand up to the head, where I twitched involuntarily. Using her thumb, Buffy spread the drop of fluid at the head of my cock, rubbing it across the head with a slow, deliberate friction that made me moan out loud.

With her other hand, Buffy gently stroked my balls, causing me to tense involuntarily. Moving her fingers slowly, Buffy moved her hand up and down my shaft, causing another drop of fluid to form at the tip. Moving her head up, I felt Buffy's hot tongue on the head of my cock, lapping up the drop of fluid before she took me in her mouth.

"Oh God, Buff..." Moaning, I clenched my hands on the bedspread, trying not to lose control, and slowly losing that battle as I began to feel her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. Buffy alternated between sucking hard on me, which made me feel like she was drawing every ounce of fluid into my swollen cock, and using her tongue, it's wet heat giving a friction so delicious I didn't think I could last another minute.

I began to babble in my effort to maintain control. "Buff, I can't... ahhh... I can't hold on... gotta stop... ohhh... I can't... I'm gonna lose it... oh god Buff... ahh."

Looking up at me through her eyelashes, Buffy released me and whispered, "Come for me, Xander. I want you to." Lowering her head, Buffy took me into her mouth again.

When Buffy began to move her head up and down while sucking, I let go of my control and began to shudder. With one last cry I exploded, filling Buffy's mouth with my hot fluid, which she eagerly drank down. Even when my spasms slowed and finally stopped, Buffy continued her ministrations, draining the last drops from me before I softened and completely relaxed under her. Moving up my body, Buffy lay on top of me, her head on top of my chest, listening to my slowing heartbeat. I wrapped my arms around her and held her there, luxuriating in a drowsy feeling of wellbeing.

After a few minutes, I pulled Buffy up so that we were eye to eye and kissed her, tasting the hint of my musk on her lips. Sighing, Buffy slowly kissed me back, tracing the edges of my lips with hers. Gradually we deepened the kiss to the point where Buffy was squirming on top of me and my cock was hardening again.

Without saying anything, we rolled over so that I was on top of Buffy again. Nipping and sucking her nipples again I moved my hand between her thighs and touched her, feeling the slick heat of her core. I moved myself in between her legs and looked down at her, asking softly, "You sure about this, Buffy? I can still stop if you don't want to."

Buffy took hold of my shaft and moved me closer, the tip of my cock rubbing lightly against her wet opening. "I want you in me, Xander. Now," she growled. Moving slowly , I started to push into her, pausing when I felt the head of my cock enter her hot tightness.

Buffy gave a frustrated cry. "Goddamnit, Xander, all of you!" Taking my hips in her hands, Buffy pulled me hard toward herself, sliding me completely into her.

We both moaned when I was fully inside of Buffy; her muscles clamped down hard on my cock, the sensation so good we both held still for a long moment or we would have lost control. Looking into each other, breathing hard, trying not to move, Buffy's hazel eyes were wide open, locked into my brown ones.

Once our heartbeats slowed a bit, I thrust forward slightly, and Buffy gasped, tightening her arms around me and wrapping her legs around mine. I thrust again, and she moaned and tightened up even more.

Looking up at me through eyes that were now half-closed, Buffy whispered in a breathy voice, "That feels so good, Xander." With that, I began to stroke into her, moving in a slow hard rhythm, moaning myself as I felt her muscles clenching on me.

I kept my pace, feeling Buffy's soft skin against me as I moved in and out of her, watching her toss her head on the pillow, hearing the slight gasps, smelling the musky scent of her perspiration that our exertions were producing. I tried to keep the pace slow, but I kept speeding up, not that Buffy was complaining.

"Oh god, Xander, that's good... more, please ... oh, yes... good, Xander... more, please..." Buffy's cries was getting frantic, her nails bitting into my shoulders, spuring me on, pulling me closer to the edge of my climax, but I wanted her to finish before me, so I moved faster and harder, our bodies slapping together.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, Xander, I'm close, I'm so close, please, ohhh..." With one last cry, Buffy clenched and spasmed, her climax pulling me along with her, my juices spurting into her, her arms and legs holding me so tight against her that out bodies were locked together as we both bucked and twisted.

Finally, our bodies slowed and stopped. I started to move off of Buffy, but she held me against her. "Don't move, Xander. Stay with me," Buffy murmured in my ear.

I kissed her in acknowledgment, but shifted my weight so that I was to her side and she was pressed against me. We dozed off, lying in each other's arms.


I was dreaming. I had to be.

There was no way that this would be actually happening.

But if I was dreaming, I hoped that I never would wake up.

I slowly emerged from the twilight, the edge where your dreams and real life met and dueled. I've had times where I didn't want to wake up, but this beat them all.

How else could you explain finding yourself in bed next to a very nude Buffy Summers?

When my eyes opened and I saw the blond hair spread on the pillow in front of me, felt the warmth and the softness of the body pressed up against me, I *knew* I had to be dreaming. There was no other explaination.

But when the fog cleared from my mind and I looked down at Buffy's face, relaxed in sleep, I remembered everything that happened - the vampires, the rescue, the kiss...

Lying there, feeling her breath gently puff against my face, I was thinking about everything, and didn't notice that Buffy was awake until I saw her eyes open in front of mine.

"Hi." Buffy's greeting was soft, so soft I barely heard it, since I was concentrating on the maelstrom of emotions in her hazel eyes.

"Hi yourself." My reply didn't break records for originality, but I was too busy trying to gauge her expression to work in that area.

"This isn't a dream, is it?" Funny how great minds think alike.

"No it isn't, Buff."

We lay there, looking at each other for a minute, the silence building, until finally one of us spoke.

"Buffy, I know you don't love me..." Instantly, her hand shot up and pressed against my lips, stilling them.

"Xander, I do love you. Don't you ever think that I don't. I wouldn't have wanted to... be with you if I didn't." Buffy blushed slightly as she refered to what we did earlier. "I *love* you, but I'm not *in love* with you. Do you understand what I mean?"

My hand covered Buffy's after she moved it away from my mouth, holding it. "I think I do. You love me, but not like what you had with..." My voiced trailed off, not able to say Angel's name. The look in Buffy's eyes confirmed that she knew who I was referring to. "What do you want to do now?"

"You're my friend, and nothing's going to change that. But we have to leave what we did here today... here. I don't think our life would stay the same if we starting... seeing each other. People would get hurt." Buffy's eyes cut away for a second before they looked right at me again.

I knew what she meant. No one would handle a relationship between me and Buffy very well. Cordelia, my supposed girlfriend. Willow, my best bud. Giles, who tried his hardest to balance what was best for Buffy with her duties as the Slayer...

"So we just pretend today never happened?" I tried not to sound hurt, but didn't succeed.

Buffy moved her face so that it was but a few inches from mine. "No, I could never forget today, and wouldn't want you to try. We just don't talk about it once we leave here. Can you do that, Xander?"

"Yeah, I can." Buffy saw that I wasn't very happy with what we were doing, but she wasn't either. "One more thing, Buffy."

"What, Xander?"

"I love you too." Moving slowly toward her, I kissed Buffy on the lips. No tongue, no wandering hands, just an expression of my feelings toward her. Once Buffy realized this, she relaxed and eased into the kissing, enjoying it, basking in the feelings it released.

When we finally broke the kiss, I looked at her for a second and then sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. "We better clean up and get going, otherwise my parents will freak and start looking for me. I can give you a ride home if you want."

Buffy sat up and stood, comfortable in her nudity. "Give me a few minutes to clean up, then we'll get going." She walked over to my side of the bed, where I was now standing.

Kissing me lightly on the lips, Buffy looked at me and whispered, "Thank you for everything. Thank you for rescuing me... and thank you for loving me."