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Helen had been topside from the horrible place for a few days and Xander's heart had finally stopped racing whenever she was out of his sight. Granted, he wasn't too happy that she was out at the Club drinking with Luthor, why was it always Luthor, but at least she knew she was safe. And while he didn't get the drinking, he knew this was something they needed to do.

But it did give him the chance to work on a few personal projects that he'd neglected in his worry and then in his reunion with Helen. So there he sat on the porch, forming a piece of wood in his hand with one of his woodworking tools, waiting for her to come home to him.

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Alcuin could not see them, but almost feel them kissing with him pressed between them. He allowed himself to bask in the intimacy of it and tried to push back the sting of envy.

He smoothed one hand up Xander's chest as they kissed, and with the other began working at the fastenings on his trousers.

She could get a sense of what Alcuin was doing from the feel of his movements. Saffron released her hold on Xander as they continued to kiss, and while Alcuin worked on Xander's pants Saffron moved nimble hands to Alcuin's, working to get them undone.

It wouldn't be long before she was going to start feeling very overdressed.

Xander wanted to fix that but he too could feel what was going on so he wisely decided to wait until they were done. Though he did take the opportunity to toe off his shoes.

Once his and Alcuin's pants were a puddle on the floor, Xander broke the kiss and gave Alcuin a quick playful one before stepping back. "I think Helen is over dressed."

Now it was his turn to step around them to Helen's back, where he could help her slip out of her dress, kissing her shoulders in the process.

Alcuin was happy to stand back and watch them for a moment, his gaze sliding reverently over her form.

"You're very beautiful," he said softly. "You would have stood out even in Terre d'Ange."

Saffron's first instinct as Xander came around behind her was to lean back against him, but she resisted, instead letting him free her from her dress. She sighed softly at his gentle touch, then smiled at Alcuin's words.

"I hear tell you folks in Terre d'Ange are all terrible gorgeous," she said. "Thank you, sugar." And to show her appreciation for his compliment, she reached to curl one hand around the back of his neck and gently pulled to get him to come in for a kiss.

Xander watched the interaction and the kiss as he untangled her from her dress. Then he did stand up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, so that he could touch them both.

He had to suck in a breath, marveling at the beautiful sight before him. It was strange seeing Helen kiss someone else, but considering it was a dear friend, it didn't bother him as much as he thought it might.

Alcuin sighed into the kiss. It had been a very long while since he had properly kissed a woman, and he found it rather pleasant. When it broke, he slid a hand up the curve of Helen's hip, up her side. "Well deserved," he said softly. He managed to find one of Xander's hands with his own. "I also feel that mayhap I should point out that, ah... I do know my way around a woman, contrary to common assumption."

Saffron slipped one arm around Alcuin's shoulders, the other hand reaching back for Xander. "I never suspected you didn't," she assured him. "And my, have I found myself in the middle of one handsome sandwich."

She gave Xander's hip a fond squeeze, then released him so she could use both hands to smoothly slide down Alcuin's boxer briefs.

With a soft chuckle, Xander squeezed Alcuin's hand. "After that kiss, I don't have any doubts." Not that he did before but he'd also never really thought about it. He just figured Alcuin knew what he was doing, period.

Then he dropped a few sweet kisses on Helen's neck as he unhooked her bra. "Only the sweetest filling for this sandwich."

Alcuin's eyes fluttered closed for just a moment as Helen pushed down his undergarments. He was aroused, his phallus pink and arching upward to the nestle of pale curls between his legs.

He rested his palms reverently on Helen's stomach.

As soon as she felt the hooks of her bra come undone, Saffron shrugged out of it and tossed it aside. She sucked in a soft breath as Alcuin pressed against her, biting lightly into her lower lip.

As soon as Alcuin's last scrap of clothing had been tossed by the wayside, Saffron reached behind her again to Xander, with both hands this time, to push his boxers off his hips in a silent prompt to get him to slide them off. She wanted nothing between any of them, nothing but bare skin pressed together, and she quickly shimmied out of her own panties, barely needing to bend over even in her inebriated state.

Not one to disobey when Helen wanted something, Xander quickly dropped his boxers and kicked them to the side.

He kissed the back of Helen's neck again, his hands down their sides, just watching for the moment, ready to take any cues they wanted to give. He was slowly getting more comfortable with the situation but he didn't mind waiting for a clue as to the next step.

Alcuin intuiting that they would not mind if he took a bit of initiative, he slid his hands down Helen's sides as well, crossing over Xander's. And then continued lower... dropping to his knees in front of her as he did so. He bent his head and pressed his lips to her stomach as he trailed his fingertips down her hips.

Initiative was always welcomed as far as Saffron was concerned, and she let out a happy, aroused sigh as Alcuin went to his knees before her. A shiver of pleasure went through her as his lips made contact with her bare skin, and her hips twitched toward him, just a little.

There was no way she was about to forget her boyfriend's presence behind her, though, and she leaned back against him then, her hands sliding over what bare skin she could reach back and touch.

He couldn't help it, Xander watched Alcuin on his knees over Helen's shoulder, perfectly entranced. It was quite the erotic sight after all, something he never could have dreamed up in his best daydreams back in Sunnydale. Granted, there was a lot about the island that fell into the category but this definitely counted.

When Helen leaned back, Xander just took her in his arms, holding her close as he went back to kissing up her neck to her jaw, before nuzzling into her hair. Giving her sweet touches to match Alcuin's erotic.

Alcuin took Helen's soft sigh as approval for his course of action, and he kissed her stomach again, lower this time, and then bent his head even farther, catching the inside of her thigh.

And then very, very carefully, reverently, as he brushed his lips again to her hip, he brushed one finger between her legs.

There was nothing but approval coming from Saffron, in everything from the lines of her body as she leaned back against Xander and pushed her hips subtly toward Alcuin, to the way her eyes fluttered shut as Alcuin's and Xander's touches spread sweet warmth all through her.

Through the haziness of her mind, the pleasure and desire cut clean and made her only want more. There was only this, arousal and contact and lust, mingled with the desperate and ever-present love for the man behind her, all of it softened and made easy from the influence of so much alcohol in her system.

In a way it was strange, a bit like an out of body experience, to watch Helen in this state without him being the direct cause. Xander was fascinated and he took the opportunity to touch and kiss her in ways he'd always wanted to in this moment, but was too distracted to do usually.

Not that he didn't think it would be, but the sight and sounds lived up to expectation, surpassed them really. And once again, he couldn't believe this beautiful, amazing woman was his. Only his.

Well, usually.

Alcuin thought of how he'd once learned to perform this act, by reading books, and from instruction from Cecelie in nothing but words and diagrams.

He bent his head to dip his tongue into her depths, finding almost immediately Naamah's pearl.

The touch of Alcuin's tongue drew a soft, shuddering moan from Saffron and she pushed back against Xander, her hips shaking a little as she fought not to jerk them forward. It was no surprise that he was good, very good, and Saffron was nearly overwhelmed already by the overflow of sensation brought on by both men. Biting her lower lip, she sighed and reached one hand up and behind her to tangle in Xander's hair.

Helen jerking back against him caused a low moan to erupt from Xander, who had to pause the kisses he was softly dropping down her neck.

Of course he was excited by everything and Little Xander was more then standing at attention. Her leaning back into it was a bit much as he fought the same impulse she was about moving his hips.

After taking a deep breath, or as deep as he could given the situation which was not very deep breath friendly, he leaned into the hand in his hair and used it to ground himself. This was about her right now and soon enough, he was backing to kiss every inch he could find of her jaw, neck and shoulders.

Alcuin continued with exactly what he was doing, flicking his tongue in a practiced way and after a moment adding a finger to his ministrations. It was his full intention to bring her to release, as it seemed a good way to begin.

The way Alcuin was working her, all consummate skill, it wasn't going to take long for Saffron to get there. She moaned again, whispered their names as she was brought through exquisite pleasure into her release.

Xander was solid and sure behind her, her anchor, her foundation, and she never wanted his lips to leave her skin. Her state of inebriation only served to help her focus on the moment, and there was only the sensations that filled her to overflowing, until she felt like she would burst.

It might have been an eternity, or it might have been a minute, for all Saffron knew, but when she climaxed, it was powerful, and she cried out in Chinese as her back arched.

Xander knew what was coming, felt it in every fiber of his being and it was almost like an out of body experience to watch it happen without being the direct cause. It was honestly one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.

And as her back arched, his arms stopped their exploration of her skin to just settled around her and hold on to her.

Alcuin waited for Helen's body to still, and then gently dropped a kiss to her inner thigh before pulling himself to his feet.

"You are beautiful in your pleasure," he said softly.