Summary: Sequel to Laura's "I Will Remember," which you can find here:
http://members.dencity.com/romantical1/remember.html
That should be read first. Also, a sequel of sorts to my fic "Kiss Me Twice
For Goodbye," but that one's not on the required reading list for this to
make sense. :)
Spoilers: Just the fics. And basic spoilers for the shows. No more, no less.
Disclaimer: Joss.
Rating: NC17
Thanks go out to Laura for letting me write a sequel to her amazing story,
and to Tracy for reminding me that it needed to be written, and for betaing
it when it finally was. <g>

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Willow shifted her eyes slightly as Xander's gaze burned a hole through hers.
His eyes were hot and intense, slightly questioning, as his fingers traveled
from her stomach around her body, sliding up the indentation of her spine.
She tried to wiggle closer to him, tried to bring the impending satisfaction
sooner but Xander refused to allow it and held her at arms length, his other
palm placed against her ribcage firmly, his thumb lightly brushing the
underside of her breast.

Willow's breath trembled warmly against his neck. Her voice was all but
nonexistent but he somehow managed to hear her anyway. "Xander?"

"Willow." His voice rumbled.

"Tell me," she pleaded quietly.

The corner of his mouth curved up and he raised one eyebrow, that hot molten
gaze washing over her. He leaned close. "Wake up."

She paused, bit her lip. "What?"

"Wake up," he said more clearly, shaking her shoulder. Willow's eyes
fluttered open in confusion and she sat up, glancing around. Xander grinned.
"Man, you were really out. What were you dreaming about?"

Willow flushed as she remembered and then realized that they were practically
pressed against each other on the small couch. She scooted away, not meeting
his eyes. "I wasn't dreaming."

"Yes you were!" he insisted with a laugh. "You were mumbling. You're a
mumbling dreamer. Granted, it's not as poetic as a daydream believer, but..."

"Xander!" she said sharply. She sighed when his mouth closed with a click,
his eyes hiding a tinge of hurt at her reproach. "I'm sorry. It's just one
of those... Dreams that... I don't know. I guess nothing. I don't remember
it very well."

"You don't remember it very well, or it's one of those dreams that people
keep secret?" he teased with a wink. "See, now I'm all intrigued."

"Well, you shouldn't be," she said with irritation, belying her tone with a
gentle smile. She stood, gathering her bag and slipping on her shoes. "What
time is it? I need to get home."

"It's only about one." He placed his hand on her arm, stopping her escape.
The words rushed out of his mouth. "You fell asleep in the middle of the
movie so you could stay if you wanted. I could take the couch. We could
finish the movie."

For a moment, she allowed the temptation to slip through her but shook it off
quickly. "I have to get up early."

"I have an alarm clock."

"I really have to..."

"Come on, Will." He looked down at his hands, exhaling. "I thought we were
finally getting back to a place where everything was good again. Just you
and me and Buffy and Giles kind of thing. The original Scooby Gang. Just
you and me. The original Slayerettes. I... Miss it."

Her eyes were soft. "Xander, do you ever have dreams?" she asked suddenly,
surprising both of them.

"What do you mean?"

"I just... I don't know. Nevermind." She ruffled his hair and sat back
down, kicking her shoes off. "Okay, set your alarm clock for six and put the
movie back in. What part were we at?"

"Buttercup was having the bad..." They looked at each other and laughed as he
finished the sentence, "Dreams."
* * * * * * *

"How's Buffy?"

Willow sighed heavily and shook her head. "She's doing fine, I guess. I
don't know if she'd admit to anything if she wasn't yet though, since it's so
close. She misses Riley, I know that. I think she'd like to be stronger
than she's feeling right now, though. And she just sort of sent Angel away,
while she tries to get her head in order, so I think it's all rough on her,
you know?"

"Yeah." Xander shrugged. "Who knew that there'd be a day when I couldn't
call him Deadboy anymore? I feel kind of bad, if you want to know the truth."

"For what?"

"Well, because she probably figured that she couldn't come to me with this
whole situation," he said quietly. "Which might have been true. I was never
really subtle about the fact that I hate the guy."

"Yeah, but she knows that you love her," Willow pointed out. "I'm sure she's
just not ready to say anything about it, to anyone. Maybe she just hasn't
figured it all out for herself yet. Maybe she just doesn't know what to say."

"Yeah." Xander smiled at her. "You're probably right."

Willow laughed. "I'm always right." After a moment, her laughter died and
her eyes took on a faraway look.

Xander waved a hand in front of her eyes. "Willow?"

"Xander?" Her voice was distant. "Do you believe in alternate realities?"

"Of course. How could I not?"

Her eyebrows furrowed and she turned to him in bewilderment, his answer
snapping her back to focus. "What do you mean?"

"You know, Anya. And Vampire-Dominatrix Willow." He grinned lasciviously at
her. "You do remember, don't you? Because I have trouble not remembering."

"I remember things I'm not sure even happened," she murmured.

He hesitated for a moment. "Um. Huh?"

"Well, one thing Buffy *did* reveal was that there had been a day that had
turned back... Or something like that. That day a few years ago when she
went to LA to confront Angel on following her around? After Thanksgiving?"
She turned her eyes to him and he nodded. She continued, "Apparently,
somehow Angel was turned human that day. And they had a perfect day and
night to spend together until they realized that it couldn't happen like
that, if it was ever going to happen. So the Powers That Be turned back the
day like it never happened."

"Wow," Xander muttered. "Poor Buffy. She's had to live with that this whole
time?"

"No, Angel has." Willow glanced at him and then looked away quickly, not
able to meet his eyes for what she was about to say. "Everyone else...
Involved, not involved... Everyone else forgot the day. Things could have
happened that none of us remembered."

"Like, things with us?" Xander asked slowly. "What kinds of things?"

"Oh, I don't know." A vague memory of Xander's tongue playing with her
collarbone made her knees weaken and she sat down. "I think we could have
done a lot of things that none of us would have ever expected."

"And Buffy remembers now?"

"Yes."

"Is there a time limit on how long a person could go without remembering what
happened?" Xander closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, fighting back the
images that threatened to overwhelm him, images that could be fact or fantasy
by what Willow was saying, images that where either wishful thinking or
forgotten actions. His heart constricted.

"I'm pretty sure that Buffy just remembered on her own, when she was
confronted with it. Angel explained what happened and then she remembered,"
Willow explained softly, her fingers clutching at each other, a nervousness
that she couldn't describe knotting her stomach.

"So, if neither of us knows what happened on the... Missing day... Then we'll
never remember?" His eyes were stricken. "Is that what you mean?"

Willow shook her head vehemently. "No!" She frowned at herself. "No. I
don't know what I mean, not really. I have all of these... I hate this.
What if something important happened that day, something that was taken away
from us? How fair is that? What if... What if..."

Xander watched her carefully. "What if Oz had called you or something?"

"Or something," she echoed.

His eyes narrowed. "What was that?" When she remained silent, he took hold
of her shoulders and shook her slightly. "Willow, are you remembering
something?"

When she met his eyes, he noticed that hers were filled with glittering
tears, making her eyes shimmer like liquid emeralds. "I ha--" She swallowed
her tears back, pushing Xander away. "I can't do this."

Gently, he caught her chin in his hand, his fingers light but firm against
her jaw. "I want you to do this. Please, Willow?"

Her tears spilled over, streaking down her cheeks. "It's pressing against me,
Xander! It's pressing against my heart and I don't really know what it is,
but it feels heavy and scary and dark. Like I've lost something important
that I need to get back, but I'm terrified to get it back at the same time...
And I want it to go away," she gasped through her tears, her voice breaking.
Her hands clutched at her chest. "I have to get away from here."

"Willow..."

"No!" She got up and fumbled to get her purse, her eyes dark and pained. "I
have to go. I don't know why I said anyth-- I'll talk to you later."

Quickly she left, leaving Xander to stare at the door in concern. He knew
exactly what she meant when she said that something dark and heavy was
pressing on her heart. When she said that she felt like something had been
lost. When she said that she wanted it all to stop. He knew what she meant.

Because he felt it too.
* * * * * * * *

Shivers encompassed her, sending hot chills down the length of her body.
"You can't touch me like this," she whispered hollowly. "We're back to the
way things were, finally. We can't ruin it. It's too... It's dangerous."

"The danger can be kind of nice, though, can't it?" His smile was a
dangerous thing in itself and Willow sighed as his fingertips brushed her
collarbone.

"It always was," she agreed with a trembling whisper. "But now..."

"I can't stop touching you."

Caution slipped away and abandon filled her stomach. She shook her head.
"No, never stop touching me." She clasped him close to her, hip to hip, toe
to toe. His skin was darkly golden contrasting her paleness and she shivered
again in his arms as his lips found hers. "Xander..."

"Willow," he murmured.

Her eyes snapped open and her face fell. Xander's face was bathed in shadows
as he leaned over her, his hazel eyes wide and warm. She reached up and
touched his cheek tentatively. "Are you another dream?"

"No," he said hoarsely, pulling her hand from his face and kissing her
fingertips. "I'm a memory."

"Yes," she said simply, pulling him down.

He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the fresh scent of it, his arms
sliding underneath her and lifting her closer to him. "I remember you,
Willow. I remember."

She tried to speak but found that her voice was gone so instead she pulled
his face towards hers. They paused for a moment, a moment that seemed longer
than forever, meeting each other's eyes. Deciding.

And then the decision was made and Xander pressed his lips to hers, eagerly,
searchingly. She opened her mouth under his, gasping as the tip of his
tongue slid inside, sighing at the taste of him, the heat. Her fingers wound
through his hair, holding him as close as she could.

Xander groaned, his voice low, and stretched out beside her. His hands
wandered down to her hips, traced random patterns on her stomach, caressed
the sensitive tips of her breasts until her nipples stood out in high relief.
Willow mewled underneath him, instinctively trying to move even closer but
Xander simply laughed and scattered small kisses down her jaw.

Two sets of clothing seemed to dissolve between the sheets and when they were
nude, Xander paused to look at her. His breath left him for a moment as his
eyes wandered over her body, bathed in moonlight. "My God..."

Her heart pounded as he continued looking at her, appreciation evident on his
face. "Xander?"

He raised his eyes back to hers and smiled at the question he saw there.
"You're beautiful," he explained softly. "I'd imagined... I'd... You're so
much more beautiful than I ever could have..."

"Xander?" she murmured again.

"Hmm?" His voice was thick.

"Shut up."

A smile lit his eyes and he leaned forward again, easily plundering her mouth
with his. He looked up through his lashes. There was such a look of
satisfaction on her face, he couldn't help but smile. Kissing his way down to
the valley between the soft orbs of flesh, he left a cool trail with his
tongue. His soft breath gave her a chill every time she felt it.

He bit her nipple lightly and her body arched up again. She reached down,
grasping his erection firmly in her hand and stroking it softly. She trailed
her fingers softly down his back, aching deep in the pit of her stomach.

She whimpered as he slipped a solitary finger against her. He touched her
clit briefly before pulling away. She moaned and bit her lower lip. Moving
down, he placed a soft kiss on crisp red curls between her legs. She thrust
toward him, wanting him to touch her.

His tongue stroked her clitoris and she arched off the bed in surprised
pleasure. The first taste of her was overwhelming. He ran his tongue down
along the heated flesh of her sex, pausing when she would gasp. When her
muscles would relax enough he'd repeat the gesture until her entire body
was taut with longing.

He made his way back to her clit, circling it with his tongue as he slid a
single finger between her nether lips. She groaned and wriggled closer to
him.

"Willow?" He paused in his attentions for a moment, glancing up at her. She
was breathing raggedly but her breaths calmed quickly as she saw the plea in
his eyes.

"I want to remember, Xander," she said huskily. "Make me remember."

He pulled away yet again and repositioned himself. Her body was glowing with
perspiration, muscles tight with desire, eyes dark with lust. He wanted to
drive her over the edge so that he was the only thing on her mind. He wanted
that connection that memories could bring.

Taking his cock lightly in his hands, he rubbed the sensitive tip against her
hard clit. Her body jolted again from the contact. Sliding it along her wetness,
he made sure it was covered with her juices before gently placing it in her
tight opening.

He opened his mouth but couldn't speak. The warmth of her body seemed to be
coursing through his flesh. He thrust in slowly, until they both adjusted to
the feel of her surrounding him and then leaned down and kissed her reddened
lips. She purred and lifted her body towards him as he carefully pushed
farther into her.

He lay still for a moment, embedded inside her. Their eyes caught and held; a
moment lost in time was rediscovered as they looked at each other intently,
memories of a lost day washed over them both, flooding them with pleasure.
"I'll never forget," he whispered.

She smiled tearfully at him, the tenderness almost overwhelming her. "You'd
better not."

With a contented sigh, she wrapped her legs around his knees. He shuddered
and picked up his momentum. Her vagina was tight against his penis, but the
smooth wetness welcomed his every stroke. He could feel the hard clit as he
rubbed against her, his pace increasing as he could feel the pressure
building.

His breathing grew short and hard, as did hers. He gazed down at the girl he
loved, pleased as she matched him stroke for stroke. Her eyes glistened with
happiness and a soft, satisfied smile curved her lips. "Xander?" she managed
to whisper through pants.

"Yes?"

"Did you know that I'm in love with you?"

Xander groaned, pleasure suffusing him and his body was wracked with orgasm.
He tightened the muscles in his arms to support himself as he continued to
thrust until he felt her body begin to shake. Her breath came in short puffs
of pleasure until her eyes closed and her muscles clenched around him.

He collapsed on top of her; their flesh damp and sticky, and then gently
rolled over, still facing her. He propped up his head with one arm and
traced his finger down the line of her cheek as she looked at him, still
trying to catch her breath.

"You remember too?" she finally said, breaking the silence.

He nodded quietly. "I remember."

"I wish this hadn't taken us so long to get to this place... I meant it when
I said I loved you," she said, almost shyly this time.

His eyes were warm. "I love you too. And it doesn't seem to matter how long
this has taken us."

"It doesn't?"

"No." He smiled, leaning forward to kiss her. "Because..."

"Because...?" Her eyes twinkled.

"Because we're finally here."


The End



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