Xander walked over and grabbed a Colt 45, one of the largest handguns. "Here," he shoved the gun into her hands then dropped a box of bullets on a cubicle to Buffy's left.
She walked over and laid down the gun waiting for her explanation. Xander grabbed up the gun flicking the cylinder lock with a flick of his wrist. It swung out to show the empty chamber. "The bullets go in here." Another flick closed it. "This opens or closes it. This is the safety, move it off to fire and on to holster. The site is the small snub on the end of the barrel. Hold it like this." He put his hands into the proper position.
Flicking a switch to show a target, roughly, fifty feet away. He grabbed earmuffs. "Wear these and these," handing her a pair of safety glasses. "Take your best shot, aim for the middle."
Stepping back to stand out of her line of site, Xander watched her hold the gun. He didn't tell her about the kick she would get. Best way to learn is by learning. He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched, waiting for her to yelp.
Buffy squeezed the trigger; she felt the gun start to move but pulled against it, forcing it to stay where she wanted it. Looking at the target closely, she didn't hit the center but she wasn't off the charts either. She shot several more times the last two were in the center and tight.
Buffy flicked open the cylinder dumping out the bullets and reloading. "How do I get a new target?" She asked over her shoulder not bothering to turn around. She knew Xander was directly behind her.
He walked forward to push a button on her right hand side. A new target replaced the other one. He stepped back to watch her cluster all the bullets into the center. Buffy unloaded the gun setting it aside. Removing her earmuffs, she walked over to the guns on the wall. She started grabbing all the ones that looked right to her.
One almost dropped but a large hand caught it. "Let me help, what do you want?"
Looking at the remaining guns on the wall, she pointed out the ones she wanted. "Third from the top, two over, plus the fourth one down and the two on either side. Can you grab the bullets for everything I have here?"
He nodded moving to get what she asked for. Gibbons watched all this, then quietly left. Buffy worked her way through the handguns. It would take the first round to learn the gun; the second seemed to cause the Slayer in her to click into place. She didn't even realize the change in her abilities. Yes, before she died she was growing stronger, more finely tuned. Since she hadn't patrolled since her return, the differences were readily apparent to her. Normally, she could use a new weapon adequately and within a week be at an expert level.
Xander watched her with something between a mix of awe and a trace of fear. What is she? I mean where, the hell, does someone learn to do that. His eyes roamed down her back, he couldn't help but admire what he saw. Her body was like a piece of art as he was concerned. What did his grandpa use to call small woman? Oh, yeah, a pocket Venus. That just about described Buffy down to her little toes.
"Xander." Buffy called over her shoulder. "Hey, are you still there?" She turned around to see that, he had a serious look on his face, which was certainly unexpected to say the least. Buffy called out again hoping to snap him out of it.
He jumped when he realized she was talking to him. "Sorry, must have zoned out. You sure you haven't ever used a gun before. Because I gotta say, babe, I ain't never seen anybody learn to shoot like that."
Buffy looked at him closely, despite the promises she made herself. Her body and mouth had a mind of their own. She walked over to him slowly stopping in front of him. Her breath was a sigh against his skin.
"Oh, but X, you have never met anyone like me. I can promise you that. I guess you can say special abilities run in the family. So--"
Before Buffy could say another word, Xander picked her up so their faces met. Looking deeply into her green eyes, he pulled her forward for a kiss. At first she didn't respond, when his tongue teased her lips they remained closed. Xander didn't give up; he slid his tongue across her lips then gently bit the bottom one.
Buffy gasped softly that was all he needed, sliding one arm around her to hold her in place. The other cradled her head, as he tasted the sweetness of her mouth. Seconds later her tongue demanded equal time and she tasted him.
Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him closer to her. She felt his body harden at the intimate embrace. Xander walked them over to the closest shooting cubicle to sit her up on it.
His hands swept her back stopping at her hips to pull her closer to him once again. The feelings sweeping through her body were beyond imagining, no one ever made her feel this way, not even Angel. Pulling his shirt out of his pants her hands moved over washboard abs up to pecs that were rock hard. Her fingers trailed over his skin as if memorizing it. Her nails scraped over his nipples causing a rumble from deep inside his chest.
Xander cupped her breast through the workout tank; he could feel her nipple pebble followed by a shiver of her body. Sliding his hand underneath, he couldn't believe the silkiness of her skin as his thumb rubbed across the hardened nub. Buffy felt her breast tighten, then the fullness that followed when she was aroused. He was nibbling on her neck then up to her ear where he sucked, then bit into her lobe. She moaned, her head falling back alone with her hands, which went behind her for support.
Xander pulled her tank up to gain access to both breasts. Pulling away, he looked at her. Her eyes were heavy lidded, her breasts rose and fell as she panted for air and with her rising passion. Her skin held a slight sheen that caused the pale gold to shimmer when the light hit it. Buffy had to be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His head moved to capture a nipple in his mouth. She felt his teeth and tongue begin to tease, then suck on her. Her body flooded with want, her hands slid back as she began to lie back.
A gun fell off the perch onto the floor, the noise seemed to pull Buffy out of her haze. Looking at the man attached to her breast, she realized she didn't even know him. She was not about to go through another Parker experience.
She gently pulled him away watching his face as his quickened breathing caused his chest to expand and contract rapidly.
"Xan, please, I'm sorry. I never should have let it go this far. I won't sleep with someone I don't know. I admit I'm attracted to you but my head really isn't in a good place right now. Can you forgive me?"
He looked at her eyes, seeing for the first time some of what she kept hidden. What, the hell, could she have gone through to ever look like that? No realizing how accurate, his thoughts were, he tenderly pulled her top down then cupped her face.
"Buffy, I started this, I should apologize to you. But it is your fault, you shouldn't look, smell and taste so damn delicious." He smiled at her, Buffy couldn't stop herself from returning the smile. "How about we get out of here? I'll take you to get something to eat, then maybe take a ride and get to know each other. We can run the sims tomorrow."
Buffy was torn, should she go with him? Was she setting herself up once again for heartache and betrayal? Xander waited for her to make a decision, hoping not to be shot down.
"Okay, but I take my own car, so I can leave whenever I want, deal?" She put her hand out for him to shake.
He took her hand but pulled her close so their noses touched. His tongue teased her lips, as his deep voice seemed to make them vibrate. "Deal now, lets blow this joint before Gibbons catches us." Picking her up, he sat her on the ground.
They sat all the guns she used in a basket to be cleaned. "I need to grab my bag. Wait here a sec." Buffy took off at a fast jog down the hall to the dressing room. She grabbed up her bag, then hurried back to Xander.
His eyes widened when he saw the size of her duffel bag. "Wow, I know women carry a lot of stuff but isn't that overdoing it a bit?"
Buffy gave him a look then tossed her bag at him. He caught it with an 'oomph' and took several steps back to keep from falling down. "Damn woman, what do you have in here?"
She smiled at him. "Open it and see. Those are my kind of toys."
Sitting the duffel bag down Xander unzipped it. Buffy put her hand in to pull out a pair of yoga pants to cover up her shorts. As she pulled them on, she watched him explore her weapons. He looked like a little boy at Christmas time.
Xander couldn't believe what he found. Knives in several different shape and sized, one long beautiful sword, two shorter ones, a crossbow, a small ax and a staff.
"I already knew I never wanted to piss you off but now I'm absofreakinlutly sure. Alright, Buffy Lee, lets go eat," he said with a mischievous smile.
Buffy followed Xander, to a pizza place on the outside of LA. She was beginning to wonder where the hell they were going when they finally stopped, forty-five minutes later. He walked over to her car to help her out; putting a hand on the small of her back, they walked inside. It seemed as if everyone there was a friend of his. Xander led her over to a booth and waited for her to slide in then moved next to her. His large frame took up most of the seat as his thigh pressed next to hers.
A waitress came over with a big smile to take their drink order. "Hey X, how's it going? Sure got a pretty one with you today. You let me know if he doesn't behave, darling, and ole Mary will take care of him for you."
Buffy smiled at the friendly waitress. "I'll keep that in mind. Can I have water with lemon, please?"
Mary smiled at the pretty blonde. "You can have anything you want, honey." She wasn't Xander's usual type; maybe the boy was finally learning what to look for. Especially, after that last one, I knew she was no good for my boy.
Xander pulled Mary in for a hug. "When are you going to leave Tom and run away with me, Mary?"
She smacked his hand. "You couldn't keep up with me, boy. Now do you want your usual? What about your sweet little girl here, what is she going to want to eat?"
"Do you have Hawaiian Delight?"
Mary laughed. "Sorry, honey, we just make real old fashioned pies here. If there is a meat you like or peppers, onions, mushrooms, we serve it here."
Buffy looked at Xander. "I'll have what he is having then." Mary nodded walking away with a sassy wiggle. "I like your friend, she's really nice."
Xander smiled looking over at the waitress who was teasing someone else now. "Yeah, Mary's great. I've known her all my life."
As soon as Mary left, their table was crowded with Xander's friends. Buffy caught a few names but the only ones she could remember were Paulie, his best friend, and Marcie, his agent. Marcie was giving Buffy looks that would make any other person shiver. Buffy returned her stare, then added a little ice of her own. The other woman visibly paled looking away.
Xander leaned over to whisper in Buffy's ear. "I don't think any woman has ever made Marcie back down, go tiger." He nipped her ear, Buffy shivered from the caress and his deep gravely voice hummed through her body. They had a nice time laughing and joking with his friends and the pizza was excellent.
He kept his hand on her thigh, his thumb constantly moving in a circle. Buffy felt as if he was burning a hole in her skin. When it was finally time to leave she felt like she was crawling out of her skin. Walking to her car Xander pulled her close with an arm around her waist.
Buffy turned to lean on the door. "I think I'm ready to call it a day. Thanks for the pizza, it was great. My treat next time."
Putting an arm on either side of her, he leaned his body into hers. "There will be a next time, right?"
Buffy touched his cheek, then nodded looking into his eyes. He leaned in further pressing her against the car door while he ravished her mouth. She arched up against him giving him free reign as he sucked on her tongue, pulling a groan from her throat. Xander pulled his head back but kept his body pressed to hers.
He put his lips to her ear as he huskily whispered. "I've wanted you since I first saw you, not just because you're beautiful, you are definitely that. No, something inside of me recognized you. Whatever it is about you, I intend to find out what it is and explore it until we both explode. Once you know me, trust me and let me in, I'm going to savor every inch of you. I'm going to make love to you with my hands, mouth and my body."
Buffy felt herself grow wet from his words, his body and his voice. That voice was lethal; she looked under her lashes at him then decided to fight fire with fire. "If I ever let you get that far, I hope you can handle it. Sometimes you should be careful what you wish for, Xan. You see, I have muscles in places you've never experienced before. In my throat, my tongue, my arms and fingers could stroke you for hours before I let you cum. Oh, but Xan, that isn't even the half of it." Her voice dropped lower, huskier and her eyes rose to look at him. "I have muscles that once you're inside me I can squeeze you till you pop or stroke you till you scream. I could ride you till you begged me to stop, then pray I won't. You see, Xan, be careful that you know exactly what you're getting yourself into. Make sure you can handle exactly what gets let out of its cage."
Xander thought for the first time since he was a teenager he was actually going to cum right there in his pants. Damn, he wasn't sure he could let her get in her car and drive away. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into the backseat this very minute. Knowing that would only send her running, he leaned his forehead to hers. "I've been warned fair and square. Buffy, you should watch one of my videos, then you would realize I live for the extreme. Babe, I gotta tell you I have a feeling you are about to redefine that word for me." He gave her a quick kiss then opened her door. "I'll see you tomorrow." Buffy waved then drove away.
The next two weeks were intensive for Buffy. After the second day, she completed all the physical testing and training. Then she started learning how to place listening devices and work the equipment. There was computer training, plus learning where the other sires were around the country. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed learning all this information and skills. School had been such a horrible place for her, after she was called, that Buffy began to believe she wasn't very smart. She knew as far as fighting went she was very smart. It probably didn't help having a best friend with a genius IQ.
Buffy went out with Xander two to three times a week and they saw each other every day at work. She had to admit there was a lot more to him than what you saw on the surface. She could see why he made such a good agent. With his muscular body, not to mention the tattoos that decorated his arms and neck, people underestimated his intelligence. Buffy was used to the same thing because of her size as she knew what an advantage it gave you. Her attraction to him only deepened the more she learned about him. Xander pursued her with a determination that had to be admired.
They were sitting in Gibbons office waiting for him, not sure, what this was all about. "Are we still on for tomorrow. You're not going to chicken out, are you?" His voice held a teasing challenge.
"Yes, we are and no, I'm not."
Gibbons walked in the door and his face was grim but his eyes blazed with anger. "You two are going to need to be ready to ship out. Seems some asshole got his hands on a B-bomb." Buffy's eyes asked the question before she could saw a word. "It's an atomic bomb that is capable of a precise explosion circumference. Unlike a regular nuke, you don't have the fall out. This bomb has the capability to take out a city the size of LA and not touch any other nearby cities. You'll be going to Switzerland. Your bios are in here. Summers, I hope you don't mind going as XXX's lover. We need you tow together as a couple. The man you will be after is one Hans Cristoff. He is reported to be huge in arms dealing but has never been caught. Living in Switzerland there is no extradition. We just need you to find the bomb and deactivate it, barring that we have to find out who purchased it and stop it on that end."
"What kind of clothes are we going to need, and I don't have a passport."
Gibbons handed her a packet with all of her identification. "We have taken care of all the paperwork that had you listed as dead. There is no trace left. Anybody looks you up; you are just a college student with a semi-famous boyfriend."
"Hey, I'm not semi anything." Xander gave a fake growl.
"Yeah, yeah, I know the Xander Zone. That is what you are going to be doing there. Looking for a location for you next video. Cristoff likes celebs but won't allow anyone that isn't attached into his home. He has a mistress of whom he is exceedingly possessive and she is just as bad if not worse than he is. Your clothes will be waiting for you, so you only need to pack your essentials."
Buffy crossed her arms giving him a stubborn glare. "Look, I don't mind the job but I'm not leaving on a trip without knowing what I'm taking. You just have them unpack those bags so I can see if I'd even wear what they chose." Her voice left no room for discussion.
"Summers, are you under the assumption I work for you?" Gibbons snapped back.
"Are you under one that assumes I won't walk away if you piss me off enough?"
Remembering how he was even able to recruit her, he nodded. "XXX can show you where they hold all the prep for a mission." They got up to leave. "Summers, don't think that will always work. I won't give in every time."
"Just as long as you realize the same, Gibb, I can deal. Question is, can you?"
Once the door was closed, he gave them enough time to get down the hall. The smile that crossed his face after they left erupted into full-blown laughter. Down the hall, Buffy smiled. "What's put that smiled on you face, babe?"
"Just excited about the mission, I guess."
He gave her a sexy grin. "So, you can't wait to be alone in a hotel room with me?" Buffy ignored him as she kept walking. Xander grabbed her hand pulling her into a darkened room.
"Xan, what are you doing?"
Her answer was a breath-taking kiss. Pushing her body against the door, he ground his hips into hers. "I know I can't wait, see."
His hips moved against her center as his hands moved to unbutton her shirt. When he felt her bare skin, he thought he was going to explode right then. Their intimacy seemed to grow stronger every time they were alone. Buffy's hand moved to his pants popping the snap as she pulled the zipper down. True to her word, she had shown him what her hands were capable of, now he was about to find out the truth about her second boast.
Pushing him back, Buffy slid to her knees, his breath hitched as she pulled him free from his pants. Pushing his pants out of her way, she stroked him. Her thumb teased the crown rubbing the pearly drops into the skin. Buffy leaned forward to lick them off as if he was a sweet to savor lick by lick. Spreading his legs, his eyes closed in the dark as he drank in the sensations of her tongue on him. Sweeping down his long hard cock, then up again, her hand held him as the other teased the tender skin below. She rolled his balls in her hand applying light pressure always opposite the stroke of her tongue. When she got to the top this time her mouth opened to suck him inside. He felt as if he was engulfed in flames, the heat of her mouth as she sucked him down almost undid him. Biting down determined to savor every moment of her sinful torture, he felt his control return.
Buffy sucked deeply opening her throat to take as much of him as possible. He was larger than Riley, even larger than Angel. Her hand moved with her to stroke his entire length. She teased the small opening with her tongue, nibbled on the head then down his shaft. Never allowing her movements to form any pattern.
Xander pleaded in a voice so deep with need that it seemed to make the floor vibrate. "Buffy, babe, please."
That was all she needed, once more pulling him down her throat. Her tongue and throat muscles moved around him as she slowly breathed through her nose. Pulling deep from the back of her throat sweeping pressure moved up his cock from the very root.
"Don't stop whatever the hell you are doing, don't stop."
She pulled and sucked as she held him tight in her mouth, her hands worked on the rest of him. "I'm going to cum, uh." He grunted as he shot down her throat. Buffy swallowed his salty essence, which was uniquely Xander. Licking and sucking until not a drop remained, she tucked him back into his pants. He pulled her up off the floor into his arms. "Now it's your turn." He latched onto her breast.
Buffy caught her breath reluctantly pulling him away. "We have to go, Xan, remember the mission. There will be more time once we are in Switzerland."
"Fine, then listen to what I'm going to do to you." Leaning close to her, he whispered in her ear.
She was ready to say screw Switzerland and throw him to the floor. "You are going to pay for that, Xan." She took his hand sliding it into her pants. His fingers curled into her. "See how wet I am. You are going to have to think about me like this the whole time we are traveling. Exactly how long does it take to get there from here?" Buffy slipped away from his questing fingers to hurriedly button her shirt and duck out the door. Xander brought his fingers to his mouth sucking in her taste.
"Damn, I'm in trouble. Wonder if they have cold showers on International flights." Fixing his own clothes, he jogged to catch up to Buffy.