Backfire - Spander Files

A grin flashed across Cordy’s face before she could suppress it. Xander grinned
back, then let it fall to show the next part was important, too.
“And I want to be able to touch you like there’s the promise of something more. I
want more than a closet romp a few times a week.” He stepped up to her, placed a
hand on her cheek and let his voice drop on octave. “I want to show you.” Placing a
chaste kiss on her lips, he continued, “Let me?”
Cordy looked into his eyes, letting the glaze in her own show her answer. Xander
smiled and they kissed again, soft and passionate. Then he back away again and
picked up his own book bag off the floor.
“Can I meet up with you at lunch?”
Cordy nodded, then opened the door and walked out into the hall. Xander followed
soon after, and a minute later the bell rang, dismissing second period.
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Xander managed to avoid Buffy and Willow the rest of the day. He skipped the
classes they shared and sat with Cordelia at lunch, trying to help her ease him into
her circle of Cordettes.
By the end of his last class (fucking chemistry final test that he didn’t study for
again! - he was so going to fail this class), his Angel-scar was starting to burn.
However, instead of going home, he was determined to endure it for a little while so
he could talk to Giles.
Xander found the librarian in his office as per usual and knocked on the door lightly
to get his attention.
“Oh, Xander. Where have you been all day?”
“Around. You talk to Buffy?”