Slips of the Tongue
by Tradgik


The mall was bright and bustling with the crowds of shoppers and students hanging around after school. Xander had dragged Willow to check out the sale in a music store.

�Check it out! This is my baby.� Xander pressed his face against the glass window, pointing to a stereo system. �Three speaker settings, detachable speakers, drawer loading six CD player which means 12 hours of non stop country music without lifting a finger.�

Willow looked at the stereo dubiously.

�Which means you can painfully wallow in your bed for half a day.�

�This is my goal in life. To own this and listen to music 24/7.� He licked his bottom lip and went into deep thought mode.

�What about that time you were going to become a world famous skateboarding champion? When I got you one for your birthday, you used it once, crashed into a railing and never used it again.� Willow reminisced, pulling him away from the window. �Lets get something to eat.�

�Ugh, that skateboard? I haven�t had time to use it yet,� he excused himself. Xander took her hand and followed her towards the food court. �Great, lets go. I�m starving.�

Willow felt herself flush as he touched her hand. Feeling his long fingers entwine through hers made her feel positively tingly. She felt herself go hot.

�What do you feel like eating?� He interrupted her giddiness. �Hot food? Whipped cream?�

She choked. �Did- did you say whipped cream?� Willow swallowed, thinking about the sexual connotations. That and the hot feeling travelling through her flesh made her knees go weak and her face blush furiously.

�No, I said ice-cream. But if you�re in the mood for some whipped cream, I�m sure I could oblige,� he offered, wiggling his eyebrows in that way most girls found immature, but Willow thought was really cute. But not now.

�NO! I mean, let�s just go to the ice cream place.�

Xander shrugged and lead her up the escalator. They walked quickly over to the tables of Delilah�s Ice-Cream Delights and took seats.

Not bothering the open the menu, Xander motioned to the waitress. She reluctantly came to their table.

�Can I help you?� She asked flatly, as if wanting to be anywhere else but here.

He nodded. �I�d like a double fudge sundae with chocolate sauce and crushed nuts.�

�And may I have a single cookies �n� cream please,� Willow ordered politely. The waitress drifted back to the counter. A few moments later, she returned with their orders.

Willow tried to concentrate on her ice cream, but every time she looked up, she saw Xander licking his spoon or his lips or his hand. He had his ice-cream grin on his face, consisting mainly of a ring of chocolate around his lips. Trying desperately to lick it off, he almost twisted his tongue.

And once Willow thought about his tongue, she could only associate it with kissing. It darted in and out of his mouth and she followed it as moved under the ice-cream. She felt terrible, but she was imagining that tongue in her mouth and kissing her, making her hotness brim and overflow.

�Do you want some?�

�Some tongue?� Willow asked. Realising he meant ice-cream, she burned from the tips of her ears.

Xander burst out laughing. �Will, are you okay today? You�re totally out of it. You keep asking for the weirdest stuff.�

She felt the blood dividing between her face and her- well, other embarrassingly tingling area. He looked a little concerned

� Are you feeling okay? Here, have some ice-cream.� And he offered her a spoon of his fudge. She didn�t opened her mouth, in fear she would say something else she�d regret.

His face was worried now. He got out of his chair and kneeled down beside her. �Willow, are you feeling sick? If you�re not well, lets get gone.� Xander stood up and helped her up. She felt her limbs go weak and jittery.

�I�m all right,� she whispered, but Xander slung her arm over his shoulder and put his arm around her small waist.

�No you�re not. Let�s get you out of here,� he replied seriously. They walked slowly out of the mall and it was getting dark. Trying to be quick but careful of his fragile friend, Xander made his way to his house, which was closer than Willow�s.

The house was silent and empty. By the time they were climbing up the stairs, Willow was feeling a little better. Xander made her lie down on his bed and rest before considering going home.

�How do you feel now, sweet buddy?� he asked, leaning over her. She felt a little dizzy again, but that might have been the closeness of Xander. Willow closed her eyes, sinking into the softness of the blankets.

�I�m still too hot.�

He surveyed his friend. �You�re still wearing those heavy corduroy overalls. You should get out of them.�

�Take them off?!� Willow exclaimed, opening her eyes. She sat up quickly.

�No! Just change. I�ve got thinner clothes,� he replied. Walking over to his closet, he opened the doors and retrieved a pair of pyjama pants. He tossed them onto the bed. �Change into these.�

Willow took them, and began to unhook the buttons on her overalls. She stopped.

�Thank you.� Willow said softly. She didn�t want Xander in the room if she was changing out of her pants. What if he saw her excited? Willow would sooner die. He took the hint and walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

She quickly changed and felt a lot cooler in only the pj pants and thin t-shirt. She opened the door and let Xander back inside.

�How are you now? Better?�

Willow smiled at her best friend. �Yeah, a lot. Thanks Xand.�

�It�s okay. You had me really worried. Anyway, if you�re feeling better, maybe I can go downstairs and grab you that whipped cream now,� he said, making his way to the door.

�Xander!!� she cried, standing up and blushing.

�Sorry! I thought you wanted it.� He grinned, turning around to face her.

�Uh, why would I want that?� She asked, trying to be nonchalant.

He shrugged and raised his eyebrows. �I can think of a couple of ways to have some fun.�

�I�d like to see that,� Willow said. She clapped a hand over her mouth. �Did I say that out loud?� She couldn�t help it. A burning sensation from he pit of her stomach grew and made her heart thud.

Xander walked closer towards her, a strange expression on his face.

�Willow, is there something-?...� he cut himself off.

Decided her legs were going to give way, she quickly sat back down on the bed. She knew she had had so many slip ups about her strange new feelings. Willow was hating the fact that the earth wasn�t opening up, especially in hormonal Xander cases.

�Just let me curl up and die here,� she said lightly. Tucking her legs up onto the bed, Willow lay down and turned so Xander couldn�t see her face. She squeezed her eyes shut.

About a minute later, she thought he had left the room. Then she felt the bed sink and someone lay down beside her. Willow felt warm breath on her neck and a body against hers. Fearful that it was reality, she didn�t move until the other person embraced her from behind.

She opened her eyes and struggled to turn around. Twisting slowly, she saw Xander lying beside her, an expression of sweet gentleness on his face and in his eyes. He pressed himself against her lithe body and buried his head into her auburn hair, inhaling deeply. Willow felt her body tighten with excitement as he began to kiss her neck lovinly. Reaching her face, he kissed her lips and she let his tongue into mouth. Her ice-cream dreams became reality and she kissed back.


Yeah, I know it ended without a finale, but you're welcome to write part 2 as the NC17 ending. I just wouldn't be able to do that. =P


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