(no subject)

[thedemonmagnet]

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.

Comments

[alcuin]

Xander had told Alcuin that he could come to him if he was feeling lonely. It was such a straightforward and sincere offer that he found his thoughts straying to it that afternoon as he strummed idly at Rupert's guitar. The night before he'd had terrible insomnia, tossing and turning in the large, empty bed.

He wasn't entirely sure what he would say, or if Xander truly did want his company without real purpose behind it, but he found himself going to his hut anyway. When he approached he saw Xander on the porch, and held up a hand in greeting.

[scoobys-heart.livejournal.com]

Alcuin's Nightmare (http://will-you-see.livejournal.com/12312.html)

[devilwoman]

When Saffron woke up the next morning, the first thing she noticed was it felt like someone was taking a jackhammer to her skull. The next thing she noticed was that she and Xander were alone in their bed.

For a few moments, she kept still, her eyes closed, as she tried to remember what all had happened last night. It took a minute, but it came back to her, somewhat hazy, but intact. They'd had quite a night, that was for damn sure. Slowly, Saffron pushed herself up on one elbow, managing to open her eyes into a squint as she scanned the room. She didn't see Alcuin, and it didn't sound like anyone else was in the hut, so she lay back down with a wince, figuring he was no longer there. She had no idea when he'd left, but Saffron had a feeling with the way she'd passed out they could've brought a gorram brass band through the hut and she wouldn't have so much as stirred. She'd go and find him later, make sure he was all right, but right then she didn't want to move much at all.

Rolling carefully onto her side, Saffron just watched Xander for a moment, studying his face, peaceful in sleep. She wondered, when he woke, what he was going to say about what they'd done, and for a moment, she experienced a fear so strong it was almost paralyzing. Saffron didn't regret what happened last night, not at all, but suddenly she was terrified that she was about to discover Xander was willing - or worse, eager - to do it again. She wasn't sure whether it was worse that she knew she'd agree to it if that was what he wanted, even though the thought tore her apart.

Biting her lip against the hammering in her head, Saffron slid up against Xander, curling up against him as tightly as she could, her legs tangling with his, and as she burrowed her face into his neck, her breath hitched in a quiet sob.