Who: Xander Harris Where: Gatetown, living area When: Wednesday, June 16th, after midnight Invited: Cassandra, Chloe, Faith, anyone who happens past Status: Incomplete
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Cameron stopped in the doorway of the tent, restrained by convention from entering. One didn't enter private spaces uninvited. Her uncle had taught her that much at least, even if she'd since learned that her instruction in social etiquette was alarmingly incomplete.
Only one of the new arrivals was present, the man who wore an eyepatch. "He's missing an eye?" Sarah Connor had asked when Cameron had informed her about the events of the day at dinner. "I don't know," Cameron had replied. "I only know that he wears an eyepatch. I don't know what's under it." Sarah had given her that look--the one that let Cameron know she'd said something alien again--and continued eating.
(Nothing weird about it,) Cameron thought to herself. (Just accurate. I don't know that he's missing an eye. That's an assumption.) The man with the eyepatch was whittling. He looked up when Cameron said, "Can't sleep?" It was a common enough greeting when you met someone late at night
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Xander felt his lips quirk upward at Chloe's appearance. It wasn't just her arrival at the tent, sparing him from having to deal with social niceties of the locals alone -- not that he couldn't, he just didn't want to -- but it was also the appearance of Chloe. She wasn't a demon; she wasn't a normal mortal human by standard definitions either, so Xander had to face facts that it was entirely possible that relationships with normal mortal human women were somewhere out of his range of possibilities, but she liked him and kept coming right back. Part of that had initially been Faith's doing, something that Xander would be eternally grateful to the absent Slayer first, but the rest
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John smiled. "I hear that," he agreed. He'd spent plenty of time living in isolated locations with survivalists, criminals, misanthropes--anyone who had something to teach that his mother needed to learn. Or that she wanted John to learn. He'd also lived in a number of big cities along the way. Paradoxically, it was easier to hide out in a city of millions than in remote locations most of the time
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Chloe took a step back, away from Xander. Pressing one hand protectively to her breast, she said with wide eyes and shocked tone, "Oh my god! You want to have sex with me?"
Clad in nothing but her panties, and the black thong really did claim the term of "panties" loosely, Faith stopped stripping to watch Xander and Chloe. She loved a good screw as much as the next person, orgasms and everything else that came with it, but watching her chosen lovers together? Almost as good on so many different levels that Faith just couldn't begin to describe them all
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Xander was torn; there were so many things he wanted to do right now. He broke away from kissing Chloe to look down at Faith's pink lips wrapped around Chloe's nipple, the entirety of the areola disappeared in Faith's mouth and he felt himself get harder. Sheer anticipation of spending the night with both Chloe and Faith got things started on the rise, but with Chloe in his arms and Faith suckling at Chloe's breasts, his pants were getting just a little too tight
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"Oh god," Chloe said softly as Xander's fingers glided across sensitized flesh, making her shiver. She arched her back, reaching up to cup the back of Xander's head as she tipped her own head back, eyes closed. Chloe pulled him down into a searching kiss, found his mouth and then moaned her pleasure into it
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Only one of the new arrivals was present, the man who wore an eyepatch. "He's missing an eye?" Sarah Connor had asked when Cameron had informed her about the events of the day at dinner. "I don't know," Cameron had replied. "I only know that he wears an eyepatch. I don't know what's under it." Sarah had given her that look--the one that let Cameron know she'd said something alien again--and continued eating.
(Nothing weird about it,) Cameron thought to herself. (Just accurate. I don't know that he's missing an eye. That's an assumption.) The man with the eyepatch was whittling. He looked up when Cameron said, "Can't sleep?" It was a common enough greeting when you met someone late at night ( ... )
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Faith harumphed pointedly. Chloe glanced at her. "With you?" Faith demanded.
Chloe grinned and looked at Xander again. "Oh my god!" she said in the same appalled tone. "You want to have sex with us ( ... )
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