Heat
by Anne-Lise
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Buffy watched Xander wield a frying-pan in the open-plan kitchen of his new apartment. She sipped from her fluted champagne glass enjoying the wonderful feeling of bubbles cascading down her throat, and the warmth of Willow Rosenberg who sat beside her on the couch. Xander was wearing a kiss-the-chef apron and trying hard to make an omelette while Anya watched.
"You aren't doing it right," Anya pronounced. "The eggs are supposed to look appetising, not mushy and awful."
Xander grinned without turning. "How about you show me how its done then, honey?" he asked, knowing full well that Anya's culinary abilities involved knowing where the can-opener lived.
"Okay. How hard can it be?" Anya conjectured. Her logical mind analysed the fact that she had no apron, and she didn't want to get her clothes dirty. So she shrugged out of her blouse and set it down on a chair-back. She wrapped her arms around Xander's waist from behind and helped him make the omelette.
At some point, Xander realised that the nipples pressing into his back were a few layers less protected than normal, and turned around. Their lips met, and they snuggled.
"Warms the heart to see young people in love, doesn't it?" Willow asked, wishing she had popcorn.
"Oh yes," Buffy sighed. "It does." she reached over and pulled Willow's hand over her left breast. "I know exactly how he feel..." she purred.
Willow cupped Buffy's breast as her lips found their way to Buffy's neck and shoulder. Her other hand teased down Buffy's abdomen, and tickled between her legs. Buffy moaned softly and wiggled her behind against Willow's.
Xander and Anya elected to join the snuggling pair on the couch. Buffy and Willow continued to snuggle, whilst Xander nibbled softly on Anya's earlobe.
"Oh, that's nice." Anya purred, still holding Xander's gaze.
"What's that?" Xander asked, softly.
"Willow's ass is rubbing against mine," Anya reported.
"Really? That does sound nice," Xander agreed equably. "Trade places?" They did.
"Ooh, it is nice, isn't it?" Xander said as he felt Willow's cute posterior rubbing against his own.
"Isn't today so absolutely perfect?" Buffy asked out of the blue.
"Perfect," Willow agreed.
"As are you, my love. As are you." Buffy added softly, kissing Willow's neck tenderly.
Willow quivered under Buffy's hot lips and then shuddered in a mild orgasm.
"God, you get me so horny," she gasped.
"That's how I feel about you too, love." Xander said, snuggling up to Anya.
"Really?" Anya seemed pleased.
"Then it's how we feel about each other," Buffy whispered, flecking her tongue softly into Xander's ear as she leaned beyond Willow.
Xander shivered, and Anya kissed him tenderly as Buffy returned her attention to Willow.
"You know what I'd like to do right now?" Willow asked, eliciting giggles from both Xander and Anya. I'd like to make a pot of tea and sip a cup by the fake fire."
"I'll make you one," Xander said, "but only if you snuggle up to me by the fireplace.".
"That does sound nice," Willow chuckled. "Although, I think I owe an orgasm to Anya first."
Just then Anya moaned and shuddered against Buffy.
"Buffy already took care of it," Xander pointed out.
Willow danced Xander over into the kitchen area so they could at least get the kettle going before the next lovemaking scene. Xander kissed Willow passionately and the wicca girl melted and shuddered in his manly arms.
"How do I affect you so?" Xander asked, supporting Willow as she recovered her composure.
"I haven't a clue. Although I'm quite envious of your hair trigger at times..." Willow admitted.
Xander looked her in the eyes, and something passed between them that neither quite understood. This time, Willow's orgasm was nowhere near as gentle and Xander had to hold her up for a moment. Willow sagged back against the kitchen counter as she fought to recover her legs.
"Oh you little darling you," she gasped. "To hell with the tea." she said, as Xander swept her into his arms to save her shaky legs.
Buffy had Anya in her arms and was right behind them on the stairs.
"You're not leaving us behind," Anya claimed. "Oh Xander, how we love you. Oh... Xander..."
"Mmm?"
"Xander... Oh Xander..." Anya's voice droned on. "Wake up!"
Xander opened his eyes and sighed. Time for work. Dammit.