Nothing Like A Good...
Wednesday, August 30, 2000
Lilac was a merman. And, incidently, a very good lay.
Xander hadn't met any merfolk before. The only one he was familiar with was
Ariel from Disney's The Little Mermaid. Good flick. Sebastian reminded
him of Giles, and Xander still kept hoping that Ariel's shells would get washed
away by a strong wave.
According to Lilac, once upon a time, a fish fell in love with a human, fins
and limbs combined, and under daddy's shotgun they were married in a cozy
oceanside ceremony. Months later, the merfolk were born. Xander managed not to
launch into the biological improbability of inter-species breeding on a
molecular level after the story. For one, it would make him sound like a nerd.
Secondly, putting down another creatures' historical legends was a sure way not
to get repeat sex.
Had he mentioned Lilac was a good lay?
The day passed in laughter intermingled with passionate curses and breathy
moans. Lilac was an ardent merman, and Xander was happy to bend over and take
it. And initiate it. And participate in it. "It" was very, very good. Xander
enjoyed Lilac immensely, over and over again.
Aren't I the little slutboy?, Xander thought with a grin, raising a
hand in a casual wave. Lilac returned the goodbye and disappeared beneath the
ocean's surface.
Xander felt better. Much, much better. Nothing like a good fuck to cure what
ailed him. Next time, he wouldn't wait so long; he'd strip Spike down and...
Aack.
Xander fell onto his bare ass in the soft sand. No, no, no. He did
not just think of Spike on his knees, proving how well a vampire could
suck.
Gah.
Xander flopped onto his back, arms outspread in a mock crucifixion. Black
eyes searched the dark grey soup that made up the night sky, looking for his
brain which seemed to have floated off.
He did not want Spike like that. Really. Tracing the ridges of Spike's spine
with his tongue as the vampire arched beneath him was not something Xander
fantasized about. Really.
No, really.
Xander's laugh was more of a groan. There'd be too many complications in
bedding Spike. Xander needed a helpmate, not a bedmate. Besides, he had a
steadfast rule about those he slept with: he had to actually like them.
He couldn't stand Spike a majority of the time, which was why they normally went
their separate ways at night, mainly keeping touch by cell phone if necessary.
"Lilac, come back," Xander called weakly. The tension that had disappeared
returned with a vengeance, accompanied by a fierce headache.
This was so not good.
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