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BtVS Quadruple Drabble: Self Love

Title: Self Love
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Cordelia, Xander.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Second half of Season Two, just after Bad Eggs.
Summary: Xander and Cordelia are in the utility closet again…
Written For: Challenge 309: Amnesty at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 41: Horoscope.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters; they belong to the great Joss Whedon.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.

“My horoscope today didn’t say anything about this,” Cordelia murmured in a brief break from kissing, arms draped loosely around Xander’s neck. They’re in the utility closet at Sunnydale High, and how is it that’s become one of their favourite make-out spots anyway?

Xander homes in on her lips again and for several long minutes there’s nothing but some pretty amazing lip action. He may be kind of lame, but Xander does have his good points. Then he pulls away, trying to focus on her face in the dimness.

“You read your horoscope?”

“Well, duh! I mean, I never used to bother with it, ‘cause it’s kinda new age, but now I’m mixed up with all the weirdness you guys get involved in, I figure it can’t hurt to get a heads-up on what might be coming my way.”


More kissing, with Xander’s hands wandering just a bit, but the way the two of them are pressed so close together it hardly matters so Cordelia lets it slide. What’s a make-out session without a bit of surreptitious groping anyway? She’ll stop him if he tries to get too fresh.

Breathing hard, they separate again.

“So what did it say?”


“Your horoscope.”

“Oh. That. Something about there being more to me than meets the eye, which I already knew, and to make myself a priority in my life.”

“Which you already do.”

“I do, don’t I?” Cordelia wrinkles her nose prettily, smiling at Xander.

“I’ve never known you not to,” Xander agrees wryly, reflecting on Cordy’s perennial ‘I’m the most important person in the universe’ attitude. Why he’s attracted to her he has no idea. Maybe it’s the kissing; no other girl has ever been quite so willing to get up close and personal with him as Cordelia Chase. In her mind she may be slumming, getting a bit of rough, but as long as she’s willing to make out in closets he’ll just keep coming back for more.

“Did you check my horoscope? What did it say?”

“Um… Oh, right, I got it. Seize opportunities to gain practical skills.”

“Is making out a practical skill? Because if it is, I’m all about seizing.”

“Mm, I noticed. Just watch where you put your hands.”

“Don’t think I can do that and kiss you at the same time.”

“So maybe just concentrate on the kissing.”

Xander doesn’t need telling twice.

The End

Tags: btvs, buffy fic, cordelia chase, drabble, fan_flashworks, fic, fic: pg, xander harris

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