Xander awoke with Anya’s head resting on his chest, and Buffy snuggled up beside him. It was unusual for him to awake first. He usually became aware in the mornings with Buffy, Faith, or Anya sucking on his cock.
This morning his cock was still hard, but his three lovers were still all asleep. He lay quietly, enjoying the moment.
It was still dark outside, but the dawn light was starting to show on the horizon outside their bedroom window. He carefully extracted himself from between Buffy and Anya, without waking them, and got out of bed. He went to his dresser drawers, and pulled out his new set of green silk pyjamas to put on. He had been sleeping nude, as usual, but for this morning, pyjamas were in order.
He left their bedroom, and went downstairs. The first thing to be done was to go into the kitchen, and get the coffee maker going. With it gurgling away, and the aroma of fresh coffee filling the air, he went into the living room, turned on the gas fireplace, and the lights of the Christmas tree.
He returned to their bedroom carrying a brightly wrapped package. Anya was snuggled in between Buffy and Faith in their bed. He leaned over them, and gave her a kiss. “Wakey, Wakey, sleepy-heads!”
His three girls all shifted in the bed, and gave signs of coming awake.
“Come on! Time to get up!” said Xander. “It’s Christmas!”
Anya opened her eyes, and smiled at him, while Buffy and Faith began to stretch, delightfully.
“Merry Christmas, Ahn!” Xander presented her with her gift.
“I thought we were supposed to wait until we were all gathered around the tree.”
“This is sort of a pre-gift,” said Xander. “Go ahead. Open it.”
Receiving presents was one of Anya’s favourite things, right up there with making money and having orgasms. She eagerly ripped open the packaging, revealing her own set of silk pyjamas.
“Go ahead; get dressed,” said Xander. “It’s traditional. We all wear our pyjamas, while we get our presents.”
“What about Buffy and Faith?”
The Reward light flared.
“I got them covered,” said Xander.
Not exactly covered, so much as costumed. They were both now dressed in Christmas Elf costumes, in red and green. From the pointy hats (with silver bells) on the tops of their heads, to the pointy slippers (also with bells) on their feet. Their white fishnet stockings ran up to mid-thigh, to the garters that disappeared beneath their very abbreviated, fir trimmed, mini-dresses, that only went as high as the half cups holding their breasts, leaving their nipples (also adorned with silver bells) exposed.
“Very festive,” said Anya.
“I thought so,” said Xander.
They all gathered around the tree, with steaming mugs of coffee. Xander and Anya settled on the sofa, with Buffy and Faith on the floor in front of them. “I think our elves should do the present distribution,” said Xander.
“Yes, Sir,” said Buffy and Faith, and they crawled together to the tree, with their bare asses swaying delightfully. At first, Buffy selected Xander’s present to Anya, while Faith got Anya’s present to Xander. After those had been delivered, they each picked out Xander’s presents to give to each other.
Half an hour later, the living room looked like there had been an explosion in a wrapping paper factory. Xander leaned back on the sofa, with Anya snuggled up beside him, and looked around in satisfaction. Buffy and Faith were snuggled together on the floor, Faith exploring the features of her new laptop computer, and Buffy with an SLR camera—which would come in handy for the photography class she’d signed up for next term. This had been the best Christmas morning Xander could remember, and it looked to be just a preamble to a great Christmas day. For one thing, he wouldn’t have to deal with drunken relatives. His parents were off visiting his mother’s sister in San Francisco.
Buffy and Faith were still in their very abbreviated elf outfits, with lots of little silver bells that jingled whenever they moved. He emptied the last little bit of cooling coffee from his mug.
“Slayers!”
Buffy and Faith moved instantly onto their knees, facing him and Anya, with their heads bowed, and their hands behind their backs.
“Buffy, serve your Mistress,” said Xander. “Faith, come here!”
“Yes, Sir,” they said together, and crawled across the rug to the sofa, stopping in front of him, and Anya.
“How may I serve you, Mistress?” asked Buffy.
Anya’s legs opened. “With your talented tongue, Buffy.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Buffy crawled forward, between Anya’s legs, reached out and parted the fly in her pyjama pants, and bent her face down to her Mistress’s pussy.
“How may I serve you, my Lord?” asked Faith.
“Use your initiative, Faith.”
“Yes, Sir.” Faith smiled, and reached into his fly to take hold of his cock.
Xander reclined back on the sofa, his right arm around Anya’s shoulders, while Faith went down on him. He put his left hand to the side of Faith’s head, gently caressing her while she licked and sucked at his cock.
He tried to relax, just enjoying the sensations of having Faith’s lips and tongue on him. She began by taking him deep, pushing herself down the full length of his dick, and pulling back again to lick and suck at its head. Beside him, Anya was making appreciative noises for the work Buffy’s tongue was doing on her pussy. He slid his hand down from Anya’s shoulder to slip inside her pyjama top, to cup her breast.
Faith’s fingers started to stroke at the root of his cock, behind his balls. That was enough to bring him right to the edge. He tensed up to hold back his ejaculation as he came.
He could feel Faith’s slight disappointment at not having her mouth flooded with his cum, but knew that what he was going to do next would make that up to her.
He took hold of her hair. “Come up here, Faith.”
“Yes, Sir.” Faith crawled up onto the sofa with him, straddling his lap. He guided her into position, and then pulled her down around his cock. Her wet pussy felt so good around him that he nearly came again, right away. He held her still for a moment, just enjoying the sensations of her vagina clenching him.
“Oh, yeah, Faith. You feel so good around me.”
“You feel good in me,” said Faith. She started to rock in his lap.
“Aaaahhh!” groaned Xander, and he did come again, but he still managed to keep the explosion of his seed from his cock contained. He pulled Faith’s hips hard against his own.
Faith kept up her rocking and grinding in his lap. The bells adorning her nipples jingled in time with her motion. “Lean back,” he told her.
“Like this?” Faith arched herself backward, raising her tits up to where he could reach them with his mouth.
“Just like that.” Xander brought his mouth down kiss her breasts, first one, then the other. He sucked a nipple, with its tiny bell, into his mouth, and bit down on it.
Faith shuddered, and cried out in ecstasy. He felt the rhythmic convulsing of her pussy around his cock as she came, and he came with her.
But he still maintained his iron control, not letting himself go completely. He hugged her tight to him while they both shuddered through their orgasms. He felt the built up tension leaving her body, and relaxed with her. He lifted his mouth to her lips, and gave her a gentle kiss, and a smile.
“Ah, Faith, thank you. Now it’s time for you to start getting breakfast ready.”
Faith grinned back at him. “Yes, Sir,” she said. “Right away, Sir!”
She rose from his lap, but before heading to the kitchen, she leaned down again and gave him a kiss.
Xander stayed on the couch for a few seconds, his cock—still wet from Faith’s pussy—felt cool standing straight up through the fly of his pyjamas. Buffy was still on her knees in front of Anya, with her face buried between Anya’s thighs.
Xander slid down off the couch, and knee walked across the carpet to position himself behind Buffy. He took a moment to appreciate their choice of carpet—nice and thick and soft. A very good choice, considering the amount of time people spent on their knees on it.
He took a longer moment to appreciate Buffy’s perfectly rounded ass. She was arching her back, presenting herself to him, eager for him to enter her. He didn’t make her wait.
Xander drove himself deep into her warm pussy with one long, strong, stroke. Buffy squealed in pleasure against Anya’s snatch, and Anya shuddered. Xander withdrew, and then plunged himself in again, accompanying his thrust with a sharp smack of his hand on Buffy’s ass. She yipped in pleasure against Anya’s cunt.
Xander picked up his pace, ramming himself hard into Buffy’s pussy, in time with his slaps to her ass, alternating from one side to the other. Buffy’s hips writhed in time with his thrusts, and her squeaks of pleasure rose in volume, and frequency. Xander leaned down, pressing his chest against her back, supporting himself on her, reached around, and grabbed her tits with both hands. He squeezed hard, digging his nails into her flesh.
Buffy came. Xander was still pounding into her, his hips thrusting against her ass, and he joined her…but he still held back his cum. He stilled himself inside her, and lay motionless across her back for a moment before he pulled himself back onto his knees, still holding her tits, so he pulled her away from Anya’s pussy as well. She turned her head toward him, and he kissed her, tasting Anya’s nectar on her lips and tongue.
Xander reluctantly separated his mouth from hers. “Go help Faith,” he told her.
Buffy smiled at him. “Yes, Sir.” She climbed to her feet, and he gave her ass a parting slap to speed her on her way.
Xander turned his attention to Anya, still reclining back on the couch, with her legs spread wide. He could see her pussy through the gaping fly of her pyjamas. He crawled forward, taking up the position that Buffy had just vacated, to sample Anya’s nectar directly from its source.
He lapped at the cleft of her pussy, collecting all of its overflowing juices. He moved up to her clit, and thrust two fingers deeply into her. He curled them inside her, stroking that special spot that was guaranteed to drive her wild. She gripped his hair, pulling him harder against her as she came.
He worked his way upward, slowly unbuttoning her top as he went, raining gently licks and kisses across her belly, midriff, and sternum. He diverted to the sides to kiss her breasts, teasing her nipples with his lips and tongue. He continued upward, over her throat. His lips found hers at the same moment that his cock found her pussy. He slid into her.
He’d taken Buffy hard, and fast. With Anya he went for soft, and slow. He rocked against her, pushing himself deep inside her, and pulling back again, all while staying locked in a kiss with her. Her arms went around his back and she wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him deeper.
He couldn’t last any longer. He’d held himself back from coming completely with Faith and Buffy, but he’d reached the limit to his control. He came hard into Anya. He could feel his cock pulsing his jizz into her pussy, and she would have screamed out her own orgasm, if his mouth hadn’t still been firmly planted over hers.
He stayed there, kissing Anya, until his slowly deflating cock slipped from her. He pulled back a bit, bent down to give her pussy a tongue cleaning, and sat back onto his heals. He smiled up at her.
“Best. Christmas. Morning. Ever!”
Anya smiled back at him. “The orgasms were entirely satisfactory!”
A jingling came from the kitchen. Xander looked over and saw Buffy and Faith bouncing up and down to ring their nipple bells. “Sounds like our Slayers agree.”
“Yes, M’Lord!” said Buffy.
“And breakfast is ready!” said Faith.
Breakfast consisted of bowls of fruit salad, bacon, eggs, toast, and hash-browns, along with fresh mugs of coffee, laid out on their new dining room table. The table was a prototype for a new design Xander had created, built first out of inexpensive lumber, before committing to making one for sale out of more exotic wood. Their apartment was slowly getting furnished with similar pieces he’d made.
It was all delicious.
“So, what time is your mom expecting us?” he asked Buffy.
“Any time after two,” said Buffy.
Xander pulled his car to a stop at the curb in front of the Summers’ house, and they all got out. They went around to the trunk, and he loaded Buffy and Faith up with the Christmas gifts that they’d brought for Joyce, Dawn, Willow, Tara, and Giles. He took the pies, and Anya carried the wine into the house.
Willow and Tara arrived shortly after them, carrying their own loads of presents to join the pile growing under the Summers’ tree. This time it was Dawn who was given the task of present distribution.
She, Joyce, Willow, and Tara all received individually decorated jewelry boxes that had been made by Xander with help from Buffy and Faith. Willow’s had a willow tree inlay design on the top, with willow leaves decorating the sides. Tara’s box was decorated with pentagram designs. Joyce and Dawn’s boxes had carved flowers.
Inside the boxes were small, decorated packages from Anya. Willow and Tara received matching pentacle necklaces. Joyce got small gold ear-rings, with garnet and peridot stones in red and green: Buffy and Dawn’s birthstones. Dawn received a silver charm bracelet.
Giles received a hand made lap desk, with interior compartments fully stocked with high quality bond paper, envelopes, pens, and pencils.
They spent the afternoon talking about nearly everything going on in their lives. Xander had received several orders for custom made furniture pieces through Joyce’s friend in L.A. Buffy talked about her classes, and how much she’d enjoyed the film production course she’d taken last term (but didn’t say anything about how she’d already put what she’d learned into practice.) Anya was going to be taking a small business management course at the community college next term, and Xander and Faith were going to take a furniture upholstery course together. Business at the Magic Box was booming.
“Things are really picking up at the gallery too,” said Joyce. “The Christmas shoppers nearly cleaned out our inventory. I’m going to have to make another buying trip in January.”
“How long will you be gone?” asked Buffy.
“A couple of weeks. I’m planning a trip down through Arizona, New Mexico and Texas. There are several Native American artists whose work I’ve had an eye on I’d like to meet in person, and arrange to have showings of their work.”
“What’s Dawn going to be doing, while you’re gone?”
“I was hoping she could stay with you.”
Buffy glanced at Xander, and saw him nod. “Sure! We’d love to have her stay over.”
Joyce rose from the table, and started collecting the emptied dinner plates. “I think we’re just about ready for pie.” Buffy and Faith quickly joined in helping her.
Xander leaned back in his chair, feeling replete. “Then I’ll be pretty much ready for barf.”
“Xander!” said Buffy.
“Gross,” said Dawn.
“You know, barf from the eating ’cause always good and too much goodness,” said Xander.
Joyce smiled. “I’m taking it as a compliment.”
“Yes, everything was delicious,” said Giles.
“Yes. I’m going to barf, too,” said Anya.
“Everyone’s so sweet,” said Joyce, as she carried the plates into the kitchen. Buffy, Faith and Giles all followed her, carrying their own loads of emptied dishes.
“How you doing there, Will?” asked Xander. “Are you in the vomit club, too?”
“I had too much nog,” said Willow.
“Oh, baby,” said Tara. “Want me to rub your tummy? She likes it when I— uh, stop explaining things.” She looked down at her lap, blushing.
Dawn was examining her glass. “My nog tastes funny. I think I got one with rum in it.”
“That’s bad,” said Willow.
“Yeah,” said Xander. “Now Santa’s going to repossess your presents, naughty booze hound.”
“Santa always passes me by,” said Willow. “Something puts him off. Could be the big honking menorah.”
“Oh,” Tara asked Dawn. “Did you write him a letter?”
“What’d you ask for?” asked Xander.
“Um…Guys. Hello. Puberty,” said Dawn “Sort of figured out the whole no Santa thing.”
“That’s a myth,” said Anya.
“Yeah.”
“No,” said Anya. “I mean, it’s a myth that it’s a myth. There is a Santa Claus.”
Xander turned to her. “The advantage of having a 1,000-year-old girlfriend. Inside scoop.”
“There’s a Santa Claus?” asked Tara.
“Mm-hmm,” said Anya. “Been around since, like, the 1500s. But he wasn’t always called Santa. But with, you know, Christmas night, flying reindeer, coming down the chimney—all true.”
“All true?” asked Dawn.
“Well, he doesn’t traditionally bring presents so much as, you know, disemboweled children,” said Anya. “But otherwise—”
“The reindeer part was nice,” said Tara.
Joyce donned her oven mitts, to pull out the pies that had been warming in the oven. “Thank you, and Xander, for fixing this,” she said to Faith.
“No problem, Mrs. S., I just provided the muscle to pull it out. It was Xander who fixed the loose wire.”
Giles held up a bottle of wine. “Should I open another?”
“Oh, do you think we dare?” asked Joyce.
“As long as you two stay away from the band candy, I’m cool with anything,” said Buffy.
Giles fumbled a bit with the corkscrew. “Ah…well…about that…”
Buffy looked back and forth between Giles and her mother. There was something different about their reaction to her teasing this time. Usually they got all embarrassed and flustered when she brought up the band candy incident. This time there was some embarrassment, but there was some smugness too, in their reactions. Giles and her mother seemed to be spending a lot of time together lately. She knew that they often met for lunch, and she had found him at the house more than once in the past month, when he had no reason to be there for Scooby business…
“Wait…Have you two— Are you two—?”
“Took you long enough!” called Dawn from the dining room.
“Dawn knows!”
“I live here!” said Dawn. “Makes it kinda hard for them to hide when he spends the night!”
“He spends the night? How long has this been going on?”
“Since the evening of your painting party,” said said her mother.
“But— But— You’re old!”
“Really Buffy!” said Giles. “I am not decrepit, and Joyce is a very attractive woman!”
“No! No! No! I don’t want to think about it!”
They returned home with Buffy and Faith again carrying Christmas presents, this time the ones they’d all received from Joyce, Giles, Dawn, Willow, and Tara. Xander was carrying bags filled with leftover turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and pie. He told Buffy and Faith to put everything over by the tree, while he put the food into the fridge; they’d sort it out later.
After they had put everything down, the Reward light flared. Buffy and Faith were now dressed in thigh-high leather boots that laced up the backs, leaving the skin of their thighs and calves criss-crossed with tight leather laces. They were also wearing tight black leather corsets that were also laced across their backs.
Buffy was also wearing a ball gag, and her arms were bound uncomfortably crossed behind her back, with each wrist firmly attached to the opposite elbow.
Xander pretended to frown at her. “You did not react very well to the news about Joyce and Giles.”
“Mmmph!” said Buffy.
“I think you need to be taught a bit of a lesson…to encourage better behaviour.”
“Mmmph?” This time her tone sounded more hopeful.
“Upstairs, both of you,” ordered Xander.
Buffy and Faith both headed for the stairs. Xander put his arm around Anya’s waist, and followed behind them. He hung back far enough to put him in the perfect position to watch their bare asses sway as they preceded him up the stairs.
When they reached the bedroom, he had Buffy and Faith stand by the foot of the bed. “Faith, you were a very good girl, today, so you get to administer Buffy’s punishment.”
“Yes, Sir!”
“I want you to pick out whatever you need from Anya’s toy cabinet, and while you are attending to Buffy, I’m going to be giving Anya the attention she deserves.” With that, he took Anya in his arms, and kissed her deeply.
Faith opened the doors to Anya’s cabinet, and contemplated the contents. There was so much to choose from. Her link with Buffy was open, and she could feel her excitement. This ‘punishment’ was going to be very rewarding, for both of them.
First came the L shaped, double ended dildo—one end shaped to be held firmly in her pussy, and the other with the oversized phallus, nine inches long, and two in diameter. Big enough to give both pleasure and pain at the same time. She considered taking Chewbanka’s riding crop, but selected a flogger with multiple suede leather thongs, instead.
She inserted the root of the dildo in her pussy, picked up the flogger, and turned back to the room.
Xander had Anya’s dress off, and was slowly guiding her toward the bed, one hand on her satin clad ass, and the other up under her silk bra. They were moving slowly as he kissed her. Anya was pushing his unbuttoned shirt back off his shoulders.
Buffy’s eyes were bright with lust and anticipation as her eyes darted between her Lord and Lady, and Faith, with her enormous phallus.
“Turn around,” Faith ordered. “Lean over the foot of the bed.”
Buffy turned, and did as she was told—spreading her legs a bit, but keeping them straight—presenting her lovely bare ass to Faith.
Anya sat back onto the bed in front of her, and her hands made quick work of opening Xander’s belt and pants. She pushed them down his thighs.
Xander pressed Anya back onto the bed. His fingers found the catch for her bra, and deftly released it. He drew back as he pulled the bra away from her, taking in the luscious fullness of her breasts. He leaned back forward to kiss them.
Faith slapped the tails of the lash across Buffy’s ass, and she yipped into her gag. She slapped the other cheek as Xander’s mouth moved down across Anya’s belly.
Xander kissed his way across Anya’s garter belt, and down to her panties. He took hold of them with his teeth, and started to pull them down. His nostrils filled with the scent of her pussy. He lifted her hips away from the bed to pull them farther down, along her silk stockinged legs, past her knees, to her feet. He pulled her shoes from her feet, and tossed them aside. He pulled her panties free, and tossed them aside too.
He brushed his lips across her silk covered legs, moving back up until he passed the tops of her stockings and could directly access the skin of her thighs. He kissed and licked his way farther up, to her pussy. He could hear the snapping of Faith’s lash against Buffy’s ass.
Anya spread her legs wider as Xander’s tongue lapped at her pussy. He really was extraordinarily gifted at cunnilingus, and since they’d added Buffy and Faith to their relationship he had become even better. She didn’t know if it was another aspect of the Reward, the daily practice, the way having three different pussies to work with helped him add more variety to his technique, or a combination of all of the above, but it never took him long to bring her to the brink of an orgasm. Sometimes he’d push her immediately over the edge and other times he’d hold her at the cusp until she begged for him to let her fall.
Buffy watched her Lord pleasuring her Mistress while Faith rained lashes down onto her ass, shoulders, and back. The sting of each strike pushed her arousal higher, and she was in near ecstasy when Faith finally began pushing that enormous dildo into her soaking pussy. It stretched her past the point of simple gratification, into that shared state of pleasure and pain that she so craved. When the tip of it pushed so deep that it pressed on her cervix, she let out a whimper of pain.
Her link with Faith meant that they were both fully sharing the sensations. That was what gave her the confidence to let Faith hurt her like this. She knew Faith would take her right to the edge where pain and pleasure merged, but not beyond it.
Faith began to rock, pumping the dildo in her cunt.
Faith was as deeply into Buffy’s mind as her dildo was in Buffy’s cunt. They were in that special state where they stopped being two people, and became one mind with two bodies. She was feeling like she was both standing over Buffy, looking down on the enormous phallus pounding into Buffy’s pussy, and she was Buffy, bent over the foot of the bed with the dildo pumping into her, and watching Xander and Anya in front of her.
Xander drew back from Anya’s snatch, hooked his arms under her knees, and lifted her legs. He moved up along her body, kissing and licking his way back up over her belly, chest, breasts, and throat. He hooked her ankles over his shoulders as he looked down on her.
“Fuck me, Xander!” moaned Anya, “Fuck me hard!”
“Your wish, is my command!” Xander sank his engorged cock into her pussy.
Anya started coming, almost right away. Xander rode out her first orgasm with his dick deep inside her, and then kept going, driving her on to a second, and third.
Buffy watched Xander make Anya come, over and over. She wanted to come, herself, but she was being ‘punished,’ and so, she couldn’t. Faith wasn’t so restrained, and Buffy had felt her come several times. It was a strange dichotomy, to feel the sensations of an orgasm without its physical release.
Anya was in bliss. Xander was masterfully fucking her, in just the right way to let her come, again and again, alternating between long slow strokes to build her to a new crest, and short fast ones to send her tumbling over the edge. Lather, rinse, repeat.
His own superhuman control was letting him come with her, as well, in multiple shared orgasms. He was so attuned to her that he kept this up right to edge before it would tip over into being too much of a good thing.
With one final set of hard thrusts, she felt his semen pouring into her. She screamed out his name as she joined him in a final, glorious climax, before they both lay still.
Faith was still pounding her giant dildo into Buffy’s pussy when Xander and Anya came to rest. She watched them lying together, with Anya folded nearly double under Xander, her silk wrapped legs lying up along his chest. Xander lowered his mouth to Anya’s for a gentle kiss, before he rolled aside, and looked down at her, a languid smile on his face.
The Reward light flared, and Buffy’s restraints vanished. So did their boots, and corsets. Faith’s dildo was still deep in Buffy’s pussy, but now they were only dressed in the jewelry of their nipple studs and Reward rings.
“That’s enough, Faith,” said Xander. “Let Buffy come here. You go serve Anya.”
Buffy crawled up onto the bed, and toward Xander. Her hands had become numb while she was bound, but now they were tingling with pins and needles. He laid his hand on the side of her head, and guided her toward his cock. She started to lick him clean, savouring the taste of his essence mingled with Anya’s. She sucked his softened cock entirely into her mouth. She was still sharing sensations with Faith as she licked Xander’s jizz from Anya’s pussy.
Xander lifted her head from his cock to his mouth, and kissed her. His hands engulfed her tits, at first gently, but then he gave her nipples the hard pinches and twists she so craved. One hand went down to her pussy, and pressed her Reward ring hard against her clit.
“Come for me, Buffy.”
She came. Her whole body quaked with an orgasm that went on, and on. All of her pent up tension released like a reservoir behind a collapsing dam.
When she finally stilled, Xander kissed her again. She was aware of Faith lying in Anya’s arms, and kissing her, as well.
Xander’s fingers were still on her clit, still lightly caressing it, but for the moment she was spent. It just felt nice. His other hand gave a nipple one more tweak. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up before we to to sleep.”
They all got out of the bed, and went to the bathroom. Faith brought along the dildo to clean it. Buffy pinned up Anya’s hair so it wouldn’t get wet in the shower.
Their shower was relatively quick, with them all just having a light body wash, before Buffy went down on her knees in front of Anya, taking her own turn licking her pussy, while Faith went down on Xander.
When they were finished, Xander had Buffy and Faith pat him and Anya dry with towels, and give his hair a quick blow-dry. The Reward magic took care of drying Buffy and Faith before they all snuggled into their bed, Xander and Anya in the middle with Buffy and Faith cuddling up beside them.
Xander lay nestled between Faith and Anya, with each of them using his chest as a pillow. Buffy was spooned up behind Anya, with a hand cupping her breast.
Xander sighed with contentment. “Yep. Definitely the best Christmas, ever!”
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