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PASSION ON PROM NIGHT;
Cordelia Chase/Xander Harris
It's prom night and unfortunately, two people aren't having as much fun as they would have liked. Xander is on a date with a woman who hates all men and Cordelia's just can't seem to get over how boring Wesley truly is despite his good looks. Not only that, but she just can't get Xander Harris out of her mind; shocked that he had spent so much on her, that he had delivered her with her dream dress. Suddenly, her anger begins to fizzle out and when they are thrown into a situation, old feelings and old desires begin to rise up once more. Can it be ignored? Or will Cordelia take the opportunity to thank Xander for his generosity ?

This is pretty much going to be a one shot smut story about Xander and Cordelia and their unburning desire for one another. However, it's going to be two chapters because it was too long to be one chapter. It does have a bit of empathy in it and it explains Cordelia's feelings for Xander quite a bit. The smut doesn't come until the next chapter. This is just the build up, the creation of sexual tension and old feelings and such.

CHAPTER ONE; SEXUAL TENSION AND OLD FEELINGS
SONG; I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU – THREE DAYS GRACE

When she saw that name on the receipt, Cordelia had felt herself slip into shock. So many unanswered questions had coursed through her mind, but the main one was; why would Xander Harris do that for her? Xander Harris owed her a lot, that much was true, after his ridiculous gallivanting around with Willow 'I'm-so-perfect-but-can't-dress-myself' Rosenberg, but he was hardly rolling in riches. Heck, he was probably poorer than her family was right now. Well no, he wasn't, but...he was hardly that much richer and that dress was damn expensive. She knew! She'd had to get herself an actual job in hope to pay for it and even then, she hadn't earned enough.

It had been her dream dress and exactly one year ago, she would have been able to afford it in a heartbeat. Daddy's wallet was always open to his little princess. Of course, then the tax company discovered he had been a very naughty boy and took away all their money. They were left with nothing; she was left with nothing. She couldn't go to any of the colleges she'd been accepted in. She couldn't afford a dress for prom – what sort of queen couldn't afford their dress? She couldn't drive a car because she didn't have one. She couldn't even use her favourite hairspray anymore. It was karma; she mocked the poor, belittled people who didn't matter as much as she did and now, it was all biting her on the ass. Well excuse her for not appreciating the losers – it wasn't as if she hadn't tried. Hello, she dated one of them and it had nearly killed her; literally. Life just continued to punish her for things that weren't her fault in the first place.

After all; it wasn't her fault she was better than everybody else, she'd merely been born more fortunate than others and she had embraced that superiority with open arms rather than cowered from it.

That wasn't the point though. The point was, Xander Harris had been the one to discover this little story. He had been the worst person she could imagine finding her out. She had expected him to taunt her, mock her, use this piece of information for his own joy, to laugh at her and get revenge on all the rude comments she had thrown at him. Wasn't that always the way with her and Xander? She played on his weaknesses, on his flaws and he played on...well, she didn't actually have any flaws, but he somehow managed to irritate her with insults still. He hadn't though. He hadn't thrown it in her face, rubbed her nose in it or found any glory in the situation. She had been shocked to discover that he wasn't bragging to his friends about it. She had been even more shocked to discover he'd bought the dress for her.

Cordelia figured it was his way of apologizing. Of course, he had tried before with flowers and verbally saying sorry at least a billion times, but she had never accepted it. Flowers and words had never been good enough for her. He had broken her heart and red roses weren't going to glue it back together. Sure, she pretended she didn't care and put false smiles on. She acted as if she had only been attracted to the danger rather than him, but none of that was true. In all honesty, over the time she'd spent with Xander, she'd fallen for him. He had been ridiculously clumsy, dressed like a complete retard and intelligence would never look good on him, but...he had been devoted. He had been able to make her laugh in a way no one else could. He put her in her place rather than obeying every order she threw at him – most of the time anyway. He had been a challenge to her and eventually, she had fallen for that strange charm he possessed. She had fallen for that cheeky smile, that cringe-worthy sense of humour...she had fallen for him.

And he had cheated on her. Cordelia didn't even think it was possible for somebody to cheat on her. After all; look at her. She wasn't cheat-worthy! She had given up everything for him. Okay...no, she hadn't. She had given up her popularity for him, but to her, that felt like everything. She had lost friends. There was no denying that Harmony and her crew weren't the best of company, but that wasn't the point. Being popular had been a part of Cordelia's life and giving that up to date somebody like Xander Harris had been a huge sacrifice for her. A sacrifice he clearly hadn't accepted. Geez; Willow had been in love with him for years and yet he finally decided to embrace it when he already had a girlfriend? What was that about?

She knew; every man wanted what they couldn't have, especially Xander. He wanted Buffy because Angel had her. He wanted Cordelia because he could never have her. He wanted Willow because suddenly Oz was getting her affection and he wasn't. Xander Harris was greedy – it was probably one of the only things he had ever shared in common with Miss Chase.

That was in the past now. She was so over it. Wasn't she? She liked to think she was and she had been able to believe that until she saw that receipt. That receipt had sparked something within her, it had sparked old feelings. Her heart had skipped a beat. Her breath had caught in her throat and she had been unable to stop the smile from creeping up onto her face. Xander Harris had bought her the dress of her dreams and not because she had demanded it, but because he wanted to. It meant something to Cordelia. Maybe she was just vulnerable right now because of everything that was happening. Maybe she was just suffering a mental break down. Either way, Cordelia's mind couldn't stop wandering onto Xander Harris.

The music was echoing around the room and figures were dancing, girlfriends enjoying the company of their boyfriends, friends having a laugh by the punch bowl and pretty dresses all around. The prom was supposed to be one of the best nights of a student's life. Right now, it was proving to be one of the most boring and even somewhat irritating nights for Cordelia. She looked the definition of perfection in her dream dress, but the smile on her face wasn't genuine as she forced herself to laugh at something Wesley had just said. His conversation was hardly riveting – she wasn't even sure what he was talking about anymore, she had stopped listening at least ten minutes ago, merely nodding and laughing whenever she felt it was necessary. And if that wasn't bad enough, the only person she could damn well think about was Xander Harris. This was not a path she wanted to go down again. Why would she want to? And yet, she couldn't help but feel as if she owed him...as if she were in his debt. She had casually said thank you earlier, but it hadn't been much.

Once again her eyes scanned the crowds, searching for him while her ears listened out for that goofy laugh though she had no chance of hearing it over the music and the mindless chatter of other people. He was probably making out with that skank face ex demon. Why was he even here with her? He couldn't actually enjoy her company, could he? No. He was probably just flattered that somebody other than his mother wanted to go to the prom with him.

"I was head boy, you know – most people laugh at such at thing. They don't understand the responsibility of it. It's a very important role, after all. A lot of tough decisions to make..."

"I'm sure." Cordelia forced another smile, though there was a very bored look beginning to shine in her eyes as she glanced back at the English man beside her, before looking away once more. God, this guy seriously had to be gay. He was cute, there was no denying that and he looked damn good in a tuxedo, but...he was killing her here! Did he really think she cared about him being head boy? The fact that he could even admit such a thing in public showed that his sexual tendencies didn't include a vagina. Her eyes suddenly fell upon a familiar form and her glossy lips parted slightly as she realized it was him; Xander Harris. Suddenly she couldn't hear Wesley at all – not even the dull distant drone of his voice. It was as if everything stopped for a few moments.

He didn't look as though he were having the best of times. With all the arm flailing and fast movement, Cordelia had thought he was trying to dance for a few moments but then she realized it was the complete opposite – he wasn't dancing, he was trying to escape something or something. He was rushing through the crowd on the dance floor, pushing people out of his way and apologizing afterwards, glancing over his shoulder every half a second. Cordelia couldn't help but laugh softly to herself, biting down on her lower lip. Wow; Xander Harris was running away from his date. Cordelia found a great sense of joy in this fact. Her eyes glanced back to the man she had once dated, noticing the way he stopped to flash Buffy and Giles an innocent smile, before heading towards the exit. The sight was priceless and at the same time, somewhat pathetic.

Taking one last sip of her punch, she placed the plastic cup down upon the table and turned to face Wesley completely, lifting her eyebrows when she realized he was still going on about being head boy. "Hey – you know what? I actually promised my friends that I would get some photographs with them and I want to do it before I dance so that my hair looks good, so I should probably go do that now, but...we'll catch up later, yeah?" She reached a hand forward and straightened out his tie. Once that was done, she patted his left shoulder in a patronizing manner before turning to walk away, moving towards the exit doors, not even giving the Watcher a chance to protest or even reply.

She'd lost sight of Xander – he'd slipped out of the room while she'd been excusing herself from the most boring conversation ever, but she had a rough idea where he would be. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave one last look at the dancing figures to make sure nobody caught sight of her following him, before moving out of the room. Her heels clipped against the marble floor as she moved through the school hallways, the music becoming more distant as she headed in the direction of the library. She wasn't quite sure why she was following him – she should have left him on his own. That was what he deserved after everything, wasn't it? Something had convinced her to follow him though; an uncontrollable urge that she wasn't going to even try to fight.

Pushing the door of the library open, she silently moved inside, letting the door shut silently behind her. "Score one for Cordy." She muttered to herself as her eyes fell upon Xander; he was exactly where she thought he would be. He was slouched at the table that they sat around all too often discussing demons. He had undone his tie so that it loosely hung around his shoulders like a scarf and he was muttering to himself inaudibly. Cordelia couldn't help but find the scene adorable. "Demon bitch not what you thought she would be, huh?" She commented, finally making her presence known.

There was a loud crash as Xander jumped so much, he tripped and fell off the chair, landing on the floor on his bum. He flinched and cursed under his breath, before turning to look to the side, eyes falling upon Cordelia's form. He didn't bother picking himself up from the floor. He rather enjoyed the view of her legs from where he was. There was no denying that Cordelia Chase was probably the best looking girl at the prom tonight. That dress clung so perfectly to her; it emphasized her curves, clung to her frame and the slit up the side revealed the perfectly tanned flesh of her calf. The material sparkled and her skin glistened, looking moisturized and smooth. The amount of times he had imagined running his fingertips over that flesh tonight was unbelievable. He thought about sex a lot tonight, but Cordelia was just a tease without even meaning to be. "Cordelia..." He finally breathed out, managing to draw his eyes away from her leg and upwards to meet her face. She looked surprisingly...happy to see him.

Her words finally sunk in and he rolled his eyes, picking himself up from the floor, one hand lifting to run his fingertips through his already dishevelled hair. "Her name is Anya." He told her, rolling his eyes. "And for your information, she's..." He wanted to brag. He wanted to make out he was having a fantastic night because he didn't want to give Cordelia the satisfaction of knowing prom was a failure, just like everything else that involved a date. However, he couldn't think of a lie. He couldn't think of anything to say and his voice just carried away while his head fell down in shame. "Okay, she's kind of scary." He finally concluded.

"Well, duh. You're just lucky you don't remember the bizarro world that she sent me to when I made that stupid wish. And you never got the chance to see her in all her glory. I mean, I'm talking...veins on her face, creepy eyes...voice kind of sounded like a deranged man..." Cordelia's wrinkled her nose up, almost as if she pitied Xander and took a couple of steps forward before stopping a few spaces away from him. A loose strand of hair was curved around her right cheek but apart from that, the rest of her thick brunette curls had been drawn back into a neat bun.

"No...I've just had to spend at least two hours listening to all the horrible things she's cursed upon my gender. Trust me; not the best conversation of my life." Xander grumbled, sighing slightly afterwards before pausing. Why was Cordelia having a conversation with him? And why wasn't she insulting him? Yes, she was insulting Anya, but not him. He frowned and licked his lower lip, a confused expression upon his face before just shaking his head. "So; why aren't you out there making friendly with Watcher-boy? Aren't you two like a thing now?" He couldn't the resentment and even a bit of jealousy from creeping into his voice.

Cordelia picked up on it instantly and one delicately plucked eyebrow lifted upwards. She was silent for a few moments, before shrugging lightly. "I saw you escaping the prom and thought I'd end Wesley's riveting tale of being head boy to come mock you and you're constant failure at dating." She responded, a small smile tugging at her plump lips.

Xander rolled his eyes. "Gee, thanks, Cordelia. Well, if you don't mind, I think I'm going to bail on that oh-so-welcoming invitation to be mocked. Buh-bye now; have a nice night. Don't let Wesley excite you too much." He moved forward, heading towards the doors with every intention to leave. However, as he walked passed Cordelia, her arm reached out and her hand took hold of his forearm in an attempt to stop him. He paused and felt his mouth go dry at the touch which had become unfamiliar to him over the past few months of not having her around. He swallowed hard, before slowly turning his head to look down at her. Even she looked confused by her own actions, as if she couldn't work out why she had stopped him; as if she hadn't actually meant to do it. "Is there something else you wanted?" He finally managed to ask, though his voice sounded slightly weaker than usual.

Cordelia had no idea what had made her stop him. She should have just let him go, but as he walked passed her, her arm had moved against her own will. It had reached out and grabbed him before she even had time to consider what she was doing. When he turned to look at her, all she could do was stare. Her eyes were slightly wider than usual and when he asked her if there was something else she wanted, she felt the strong urge to move closer. Her body suddenly hummed with the desire to press herself against him, to allow her lips to mould into his in a heated kiss. She wanted to touch him, wanted to feel him. Suddenly, everything was a lot hotter and her cheeks flushed slightly. It had been a long time since she'd felt this. She had spent so long hating him and being angry at him, she had forgotten just how attracted she was to him. "Pfft, no." She finally managed to scoff, withdrawing her hand from his arm quickly as if it had just burned her. "I just...well, I don't appreciate you thinking you can walk away from me in mid-mock. It's rude." God that was the worse excuse she could have ever come up with.

Xander could feel it to. He could feel that wanton desire building up inside of him. He wanted Cordelia; he would always want Cordelia. She was beautiful; who didn't want her? But he knew what it was like; to touch her, to hold her. He knew what she tasted like, the wonderful things her mouth could do...oh yes, he would always want her. When she tried to defend her actions, her excuse almost as pathetic as him escaping his own prom, his head tilted to one side. He recognised this behaviour...the way she stuttered words, snapping them out like poison, the way she began to lose her cool. Yes, this behaviour was very familiar to him, though it had been a while since she'd gotten this flustered around him. Was Cordelia Chase lusting after him again? God, he hoped so, but he couldn't be certain. "You wanna talk about rude?" He commented, lifting one eyebrow as he shook his head in disbelief. "How about how rude it is for you to come in here and mock me after I just bought you a dress?"

"Oh, a dress." Cordelia drawled, her tone thick with sarcasm. Her hands came to rest on her hips and she took one step towards him as if to show she wasn't backing down from him or this argument. "Because a dress is going to make me like you, is it? What; you think just because you dazzled me with this expensive and highly fashionable dress that I'm going to forget how much I hate you and wish you were never actually born?"

"Hey – why don't you say it a bit louder? Maybe another vengeance demon will over hear you and you can send the world back into oblivion because you're so good at that!" Xander snapped back, taking a step forward as if to show she would not get the better of him. They were inches apart now; he could practically feel her breath upon his face. "And if you're going to be ungrateful, you can give it back!"

"Maybe I will! After all, just because Sunnydale can't survive without Buffy freaking Summers, it doesn't mean it can't survive without Xander Harris! The only thing you supply this town with is an outrageously bad fashion sense and stupidity!" Cordelia kept one hand pressed to her hip but the other one lifted and prodded him hard in the chest as if to emphasize her point. "And I will not give it back! It was a gift; you can't demand a gift back."

"I can!" Xander exclaimed, holding his hand out as if he were expecting her to just take the dress off and give it to him. "Come on, maybe I can buy myself a decent fashion sense with the money that I get back when I return it. If you hurry up, I might get be able to get there tonight before closing time..."

Cordelia stared at him; her eyes wide and her mouth open in shock. He actually expected her to give him back the dress? It was ridiculous! She couldn't back down, but she couldn't just strip in front of him; the only thing she had on underneath was a thong that didn't hide much! She couldn't wear a bra with a dress like this, it was too low cut. Her chest was lifting up and down a little heavier than usual in her anger and this didn't go unnoticed by Xander. She noticed the way his eyes glanced down at her breasts for five seconds even in the midst of their argument and it actually made her tingle in excitement to know he was checking her assets out. God; how could he be turning her on in a time like this? Because it was Xander Harris. As much as she hated to admit it, he would always have the ability to turn her on. For the past few months, she had been able to ignore the feelings because of her anger, because her grudge, but the dress...the dress had changed everything. He had bought the dress; her dream dress. He had spent money on her in her time of need despite everything that had occurred between them.

That didn't mean she was going to back down from this argument though; no freaking way. "If you want it back..." She spoke through gritted teeth, her voice full of challenge and dare. "You'll have to take it from me yourself." She finished in a threatening growl, one eyebrow lifting up. She ignored the way her heart picked up a faster beat. She wasn't sure if it had been in nerves or excitement. Nerves that he would try to touch her, nerves that he would reject her...excitement that he would touch her, excitement that he would reach out and accept the challenge.

Xander practically choked on thin air when she said this and his fingers twitched with the urge to accept her offer. His eyes were wider than usual as he stared at her and he licked his lower lip in a thoughtful manner. "Oh really?" He commented, trying to sound confident, but his voice shook slightly. His mind was telling him to back off from this argument and just let her win. His body was telling him to never back down; to take her challenge and get that damn dress back.

"Really." Cordelia hissed, bringing her arms to fold over her chest as she waited.

Xander stood there in silence for a few seconds, before suddenly moving forward. His hands were clumsy – mainly because he wasn't sure exactly how far he was going to take this – as he tugged at the material of her dress. Cordelia screeched in shock, not expecting him to just leap forward like that. Her hands scratched at his arms as she tried to claw him off of her and the more she resisted, the more Xander continued. His right hand hooked underneath the right strap of her dress and he pulled without even thinking. The sleeve fell down and half her breast spilled out against her will, though she didn't even notice, she was too busy trying to fight him off. Except, she wasn't exactly fighting. If Cordelia had wanted to get him of, she could have done – she could easily have kneed him where it hurt for a man, but she didn't because part of her was guiltily enjoying this; the way his hands were running over her, tugging at her clothing.

"Xander, you idiot! Get off of – " Cordelia elbowed him hard in the abdomen without even meaning to and he doubled back. He lost his footing and without even thinking, he reached forward and grabbed hold of her wrist to try and catch his balance. It didn't work though – he went tumbling downwards and Cordelia came with him. His back hit the ground hard and he flinched as Cordelia's body fell on top of him. Xander's eyes snapped open at the feeling of her warm body crushing him and he stared up at her. They were both breathing heavily from their little fight and Cordelia's eyes were just as wide as his as she stared down at him.

Her hair had fallen out of its bun, messy curls pooling over her shoulders. The right sleeve of her dress was ripped and one of her breasts were half hanging out, revealing a dark nipple to Xander, which was erect from the coldness of the library. Her hands were resting on his chest, closed in fists as she gripped tight at his shirt. Her legs were resting either side of him, lightly straddling him without even meaning to and while she tried to ignore it, Cordelia could feel the bulge growing in his crotch area. Cordelia and Xander had never had sex. It was a common fact that he had lost it to Faith not too long ago and while she dated her fair few, she wasn't the kind of girl to put out for anyone. In fact, she hadn't put out for anybody when it came to going as far as sex. She had done everything else, but that. However, right now, there was a bond between her and Xander that couldn't be ignored. There was such a strong urge there. She had spent so long trying to deny her feelings, trying to get over him and now all that pent up emotion and desire was beginning to build up inside of her. She became aware that Xander's hands were resting on her hips and the feeling felt incredible. The way he was staring at her was so intense and when she realized it was her chest she was staring at, she realized that her breast had tumbled out of her dress during their play fight. She should have rushed to put it away, but she didn't. She couldn't move.

Suddenly his hands were moving. They were gliding up her sides affectionately and Cordelia felt her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, her lips parting as she took in a sharp gasp of air. Xander took this as an advantage, lifting his head up and crushing his mouth against hers, immediately pushing his tongue through her open mouth and pressing it against her own. Cordelia moaned in both defeat and pleasure at the feeling of his lips against hers and she kissed back almost instantly, leaning down closer and moving her tongue back against his in a demanding way, as if she were fighting for dominance, still refusing to back down from their argument.

They both seemed to forget they were on the floor in the middle of a library while a prom was happening. They only thing that mattered now was them and their pent up passion that they couldn't ignore.