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BtVS Drabbles & Micro Fiction

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"Dreaming about me, huh?"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "I knew I shouldn't have told you."

"Oh, come on." Xander's punch landed on the bag, hard enough that Buffy had to hang on. "Everyone needs a little masturbatory fantasy. There was masturbatory-ness?"

"Lack of masturbatory-ness," Buffy denied with a wrinkled nose.

"Too bad." Xander kicked the bag, totally in better shape than even he knew. "Because you and me? It's fairly hot. I'm talking Jean-and-Wolverine-on-the-table hot."

Buffy raised an eyebrow.

"I know. I hate that movie and yet I'm wearing out the DVD at the one point."

"I didn't say anything."

Xander punched again, the silence lingering. "Can we pretend I didn't either?"

Buffy grinned. "And my dream?"

"When I'm tortured it's name and rank only."

"Mmm, torture, bondage," Buffy teased.

"Masturbatory fantasy?"

Buffy smirked. "In your dreams."