3 Days Later

N.C.W Academy

Coven

Willow & Tara's Office

I dunno about this… Xander sat in the centre of a large office in a wooden office chair with red leather as its cushioned backing and bottom.

Xander let his eye wander around the office, every time he came into Willow and Tara's office it was different—at least, Xander thought it was different. This time the office seemed more natural, earth-based in its design like a mystical rain-forest.

"I like what you've, uh, done with the, uh, place…" he held his hands together between his knees trying not to appear nervous, though it was evident in his demeanour.

A few days ago, Xander had done as he promised and talked to Willow about the spell of resurgence. And much to Xander's appreciation, Willow had gone over the spell in a detailed step by step, which she explained to him a few times. Then she answered all of his questions.

Willow knew he was frightened, not of the spell on himself but what it could do to her and Tara. Though the spell that could be done was quite simple—not as near complicated or dangerous as Buffy's resurrection spell, Xander it was a lot of power being used and it could hurt them.

He watched the witches silently across the office. They stood at a table looking down at a clay bowl. They added various herbs and grassroots into the bowl then grinned the mixture.

A squeeze of his hand turned Xander's attention beside him.

Buffy gave him a small smile, trying her best to give him comfort. She was the reason he was finally doing this after twenty-one years of coming up with notable reasons not to.

But then Xander seriously thought about it the next day. His list was long for reasons not to go through with this spell in contrast to the two reasons he could come up with to do this spell;

1. It will make Buffy happy.

2. She's too beautiful not to look at with two eyes.

He won't go back on his word, he decided. If this is what she wanted and she thought it was the right thing to do, then he'd do it.

Buffy slipped her hand from his and cupped his cheek gently. She felt his jaw clench in her hand. Buffy leaned in closer to kiss him when Willow's voice tore the moment in half.

"Okay," Willow faced the couple sitting in the centre of the office lost in a moment. The redhead blushed, realising what she may have interrupted.

Tara followed Willow lighting a candle in her hand.

"We ready?" Willow asked in her usual perky way.

Xander looked at his old friend and swallowed, "As I'll ever be."

He felt a bit of comfort when Buffy took his hand again.

"This is gonna freak out the kids when they come home from school," Xander said, trying to ease his nerves with a bit of lightheartedness. "Jules is gonna have a lot of opinions the next time she comes over."

Buffy returned his smile, "When does she not have opinions? They'll get used to it."

Taking a deep breath, Xander turned his eye from his loving wife to his best friends. "Okay, let's do this."

"Okay," Willow began, "please remove the eyepatch."

Xander rarely ever removed the eyepatch covering his injured eye. He was a bit self-conscious about it—only Buffy has seen him without the eyepatch and it was during his early recovery when she helped him change the bandages but after that, he always kept his injury covered.

Slowly, Xander lifted the eyepatch from his eye.

Willow's heart broke at the sight of his injury. His eyelid was completely closed over the dead eye and scaring from the surgery coated his skin. It was a vast difference from what Willow remembered on that night twenty-one years ago.

"I'm gonna cover your eye with this mud. Its gonna feel a little cold and it's smelly."

"Cold and smelly mud, got it." Xander tried to smile, in an effort to calm the room down.

Willow used her two fingers and covered his injured left eye.

"Oof, does this mud have manure in it?" Xander smirked.

For the first time, Willow unleashed a genuine smile, "Maybe…"

"Maybe?" Xander asked with surprise.

"Shh," Willow teased him. "Okay, here we go."

The redhead reached back for Tara's hand, transferring their united power. Buffy's hand tightened around Xander's, which did not escape his notice, she too was freely giving him her supernatural energy.

"Uh…" Xander frowned as the silence in the room drew on, "… is someone supposed to say something? Like a chant to summon the goddess or have snakes come out of your mouth or—"

"—Shush," Willow smirked, "we're trying to concentrate."

Xander frowned, keeping his eye closed and tried to ignore the strange feeling of skin tingling. "O—kay…"

The office was silent for another minute.

"Okie dokie," Willow opened her eyes and removed her hand from Tara's. "Finished."

Xander opened his eye to see Tara blow out the candle flame and reach for a damp washcloth.

"It's over?" Xander asked accepting the washcloth from Tara and wiped the hardening mud from his eye. "I thought it was gonna be an 'hours long' sort of thing… The way you described it was…"

Willow shook her head, "No, I never said it was gonna take hours. I said it was based on the power of strength and energy and since you're in a room with two badass Wicca's and a Vampire Slayer, its safe to say the power of strength and energy is pretty darn high."

"So it worked?"

"Well, clean yourself up and you let us know." Willow smiled.

Xander wiped the last of the mud and slowly opened his left eye.

His newly restored vision was blurred with momentary blindness. His eye was able to make out the two shapeless forms standing in front of him, which he knew were Willow and Tara.

He blinked a few more times, trying to wash away the haze after years of seeing darkness in one eye.

Xander swallowed and turned his chin to look at Buffy with his own two eyes for the first time in twenty-one years. She was right, of course, she was, looking at her with his own two eyes was the greatest thing he's ever seen.

Buffy swallowed the tears forming her green eyes as she gazed deeply into his beautiful brown eyes. The pad of her thumb gently touched under her healed left eye and a small smile tugged at her heart-shaped lips.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He whispered.

Unable to hold herself back any longer, Buffy closed the space between their mouths and kissed him passionately. Xander smiled against her mouth and deepened the kiss with his tongue. He wanted to keep his eyes open, never wanting to look away from her. God, she's so beautiful.

Still, in the room with the passionately kissing couple, Willow and Tara watched them with smiles of happiness, until they realised that the pair was not going to break their kiss any time soon and the witches suddenly felt awkward and out of place.

"Ahem,"

Buffy and Xander halted mid-kiss and looked over to their best friend standing with her wife slightly embarrassed and exceedingly uncomfortable.

"We, uh," Xander took Buffy's hand and began to stand from the chair, "gotta go."

"Yeah," Buffy said, wrapping her arms around Xander's waist. "I've got a meeting and—"

"—I've got…" Xander failed to come up with an ultra-lame excuse.

Tara snorted into a laugh, "Chills? Are they multiplying?" She cocked a highbrow.

Xander's hand went around Buffy's back as he swallowed, trying desperately to control his desires as Buffy's hand slid down the centre of his chest. "And I'm kinda losing control—It's electrifying."

"Oh God, please go!" Willow laughed at the pair inching towards the door.

Buffy and Xander raced out of the Coven's main office and ran down the hallway hand in hand, shocking the Wiccan students walking the halls.

The students jumped back against the wall, surprised to see their fierce leader giggling like a teenager as she ran down the hallway with her hand in Xander's.

Buffy's Office

The married couple fell into the office with their arms wrapped around their bodies and their mouths locked in an intense and possessive kiss.

Xander kicked the office door closed with a slam by the heel of his boot.

Buffy reached over his back, yanking Xander's shirt up as they stumbled across the office until her lower back hit the edge of the desk.

Xander took off the shirt and tossed it away to the ground. His fingers clenched around her sides and tugged up the blouse top tucked into her dress pants. He pushed it up her slim body then over her head.

"Of all the days not to wear a skirt." Xander scowled at her.

Buffy laughed as she unfastened the front of his jeans with an expert touch. Her hand reached into his jeans and gripped his cock. Xander's mouth opened as he released a breath. Buffy smiled and bit his bottom lip, which brought her husband back to life.

He pushed his jeans and boxers down his thighs, completely freeing himself.

As Buffy continued to stroke his hardening member, she watched his face carefully as he rushed to open the front of her pants and get them down her legs.

"Look at me." She gently ordered.

Xander paused and lifted his brown eyes to her face.

Locked into her hypnotising gaze, Xander pushed her pants down from her hips, down her thighs then let her kick them off of her legs.

He pulled her close into him with his arm wrapped around her lower back. He touched her cheek with the backs of his fingers, never letting his dark eyes tear away from hers.

She leaned in, never removing her eyes from his and kissed him. Their eyes remained wide and focused only on each other.

Grinning in happiness, Xander stepped them back against the desk. He reached back behind her and swiped his arm over the desk tabletop, spilling the office supplies, papers, and computer uncaringly off of the desk, Xander laid her down on the tabletop.

He reached a hand between them, gripping himself and entered her body with a single thrust. Breaking the kiss, Buffy sucked in the air caught in her lungs. Her fingers clamped around his neck tightened. Xander's mouth curved into a lopsided smile, loving the way her fingers were beginning to dig into his skin as she moaned his name.

Never removing his eyes from her face, lost in the pools of her green eyes, he pounded into her at a faster tempo pushing themselves closer to the edge.

As he moved harder in and out of her body, the volume of her voice grew, as well as their heavy breathing.

Raking his muscular back with her nails, Buffy's skin went ablaze as a twitching sensation pooled at her abdomen. "Ohhuhhnn!" She moaned incoherently.

She felt her climax swiftly approaching. The thunderous waves of pleasure began from her abdomen and shot up to her head and down her legs, that were wrapped around Xander.

Suddenly the office door flew open and Andrew jumped inside holding a battle axe in his hand ready to take out whoever was trying to hurt the N.W.C Academy's Director. "Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam! (Today is a good day to die!)" Andrew bravely shouted at the attacker.

Andrew's blue eyes went wide with shock to see his boss flat on her back across the desk with only her bra on and her husband between her legs, pounding his cock in and out of her of welcoming body as she moans loudly.

Andrew's hand immediately covered his eye's in a panic.

Buffy frowned and for the first time, she was forced to look away from Xander's eyes to the unwanted visitor. She glared at her intruder and reached back, over her head for an object to throw.

"Get out!" Buffy hurled a stapler across the large office aiming for Andrew's head.

Andrew yelped stunned by the stapler hitting him. "Ow!" He rubbed the impending bump on his forehead and comically stumbled on his feet as he tried to scurry out of the office. "Sorry, sorry—so sorry! I didn't see a thing!" He hit his back against the door before he blindly reached back to grasp the doorknob and slam the door closed.

Buffy looked back at Xander, immediately falling back into the passionate sex. She knew he was close by the hazy dark look in his eyes. He was trying so hard to hold out and relish this but Buffy wanted him to climax. She gripped his rigid shaft with her strong vaginal walls and held his face between her hands, keeping her eyes focused into his.

The swelling feeling of her affections, given to him by the look in her eyes and the soft purring noises she made consumed him. He was powerless to stop what happened next. "Uggghhhh, Buffy!" He stalled in her heat as his seed shot out of him and deep into her body.

He dropped his head, resting his forehead against her shoulder as he caught his panting breath again. His body quivered with the aftershocks and his skin was beaded with sweat. The scent of their passion was all around them.

Lifting his head again, Xander's face hovered over hers. Buffy ran the pad of her thumbs under his eyes tenderly. She was still wrapping her head around seeing both of his beautiful dark brown eyes looking right back at her.

They shared a calming kiss when Xander frowned and looked at her again, "Did someone shout something in Klingon at us?" He asked.

"Uh… I think it was Andrew…" Buffy twined her arms around his neck and devilishly grinned, "I'm not too sure."

It stunned him that he had almost forgotten what it was like to look at his gorgeous wife with his two eyes. All of his reasons for being so adamantly against it seemed to pale in comparison to looking at his wife with his two eyes. He never wanted to blink again, in fear of missing something.

With the pad of his forefinger, he gently traced the gentle smile lines that were evidence of years of happiness. The corner of her eyes had little lines but she still looked exactly the same as the day he met her almost thirty years ago. He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. He would never ever say it, but he noticed a few grey strands in her hair every now and then. Xander knew that she touches up the roots of her hair every few weeks at the salon.

His heart pounded in his chest with the love he has for her. She was right, whether she was trying to finally relieve herself of years of guilt or she had really missed looking into his eyes, Xander knew in his gut that she was right. He needed to look at her with two eyes. "You were right," Buffy looked at him with interest, wanting him to continue, "about all of it—my eye… Don't ever stop thinking the way you do."

"Deal," Buffy's hand cupped his cheek as she winked.

Chuckling, Xander pressed his lips against hers once more, which immediately made his cock, that was still inside her heat flinch with need. Buffy's nipples hardened under the material of her bra, still covering her breasts. Xander began to move inside her building her climax back up all over again.

1 Month Later

N.W.C Academy

Buffy's Office

"So if we arrive in Boston on Thursday, we can rent a car and pack up Jules' dorm room then drive to Rhode Island to pack Sarah's things by five," Buffy said as she entered the main office area with Xander, walking beside her.

"Five depending on traffic." Xander reminded her. She always seemed to forget about the New England traffic. Since Xander would be the one driving, he never forgot.

Buffy slowly nodded her head, "Right. So… drive fast."

Xander chuckled then ran a hand over his scruffy face, "Do you know if we're meeting up with Josh while we're in Boston? I haven't been able to get a hold of him."

"He's been working overtime to meet a deadline. But he said, yes, he'll try to be around to help Jules, if he doesn't, then we'll defiantly seem him one of the other days." Buffy explained as she picked up the manila folders stacked and ready for her to read at the corner of Andrew's desk.

Walking closely behind her, Xander dropped his eyes to her backside, quietly admiring the way she looked in her knee-length skirt. "Okay, so I'll look into plane tickets." He caught Buffy's questioning frown.

"Tickets?—For the private company plane?"

"I was trying to make us sound humble."

Buffy wrapped her hand around the doorknob of the office door, "You wanna join the 'Mile High Club' again?" She asked, seductively biting her bottom lip.

Laughing, Xander began to wrap his arm around her waist and nuzzled his nose against hers. "We're already VIP members." He teased.

With her free arm that still held a collection of folders, Buffy hooked it around his neck, grinning wildly at him. She twisted the doorknob open and stepped back into the office, bringing Xander with her.

"We need the flyer miles." Buffy lifted her eyes from his lopsided smiling mouth to reach his gaze

"For our free flight?" Xander dipped his head lower and kissed her neck when he caught the sight of someone standing in a chair at the front of Buffy's desk, waiting for her arrival.

Buffy followed his gaze to see a man dressed in a military formal black secret ops uniform. He held a black hat under his arm facing the couple with a surprised but awkward expression etched in his features.

Buffy was unable to keep the surprise from her face. "Riley?"

Riley shifted his blue eyes between the pair, unsure what to make of them. He plastered a kind smile across his handsome face, genuinely happy to see two familiar faces, but he too was shocked to see them in this particular position that appeared… intimate.

"Buffy?" Riley was a bit taken back to see her. "When that man outside with the comic books said I'd be speaking with the Director of N.W.C Spec Ops Force, I didn't think it would be you."

Removing herself from the compromising position that was Xander's arms, Buffy adjusted her top trying to appear professional. "I really have to explain to Andrew that my guests have to wait outside and not in my office unattended." She mumbled for only Xander to hear.

Not that she was afraid someone would try to snoop through her things, which were safely guarded by protection spells that were impossible to get through if you weren't advised to have access.

"Um, you're my three o'clock?" Buffy asked, though she already knew the answer.

"Guilty," Riley tried to lighten the mood.

"So, Riley's here," Xander looked at Buffy with wide eyes as he followed her to the desk. He reached out his hand for Riley to shake.

Eyeing him with a bit of uncertainty, Riley didn't expect for the life of him to see Xander nearly kissing Buffy or his arms wrapped around her like that. He did notice the silver wedding band around Xander's ring finger. Riley wondered if Anya knew about Xander's unusual affair that could be having with his ex-girlfriend. And there was a time Riley was flabbergasted to see her with Spike.

Narrowing his eyes on the dark haired man, Riley wasn't sure what Xander wanted from Buffy, but he knew Xander… he probably wanted to sleep with her.

Since his own relationship with the Slayer, Riley was well-aware of Xander's lustrous crush for his girlfriend. Riley had caught Buffy's goofy friend admiring her beauty a few times. It had annoyed him then but Riley never said a word about it because Buffy wasn't interested and he genuinely liked having Xander as a friend so he didn't want to rock the boat.

Riley looked down at Xander's hand and took it giving him a firm shake.

Xander suddenly wished that he wore more than a t-shirt, a pair of work jeans, and work boots or at least groomed his growing beard. In his defence, he's been on-site all day adding more lecture rooms for the Watchers.

"I need to speak with the Director alone." Riley said, using his 'official' tone of voice.

Xander tossed his dark eyes over to Buffy, who gave him a short nod. "Okay, sure, uh, it was good seeing you again." He gave Riley a lopsided smile and saw his own way out of the office, leaving Buffy alone with her ex.

Riley faced Buffy and sat down in his chair as she sat in her own chair behind the desk.

"So, Riley," Buffy gave him a smile, looking him over. He was still very handsome, with a few creases around his bright blue eyes. His light brown hair had a few grey hairs but it wasn't as nearly as prominent as Xander's hair. Buffy did like Xander's greying hair. There was a distinguishable sexiness about him that made her knees weak.

Pushing thoughts away from her sexy husband, Buffy swallowed regaining her concentration, "What brings you, um, here?"

"You," he said, with his usual charming awkwardness that made Buffy smile. "I was recently promoted to Brigadier General and in that position, I am now the new head of the United States N.W.C Spec Ops Force. The President gave me direct orders to come here and meet the Director of N.W.C Spec Ops Force—which is you." He felt himself get lost in her green eyes. She was still as beautiful as ever he noted.

Feeling the tension between them, Riley leaned in a little closer and smirked, "I'm not gonna lie, I was a little surprised to find out that you're the Director of Spec Ops."

Buffy softly smiled, "Were you expecting Giles or something?"

"Um… yeah, actually…" he chuckled.

"He's the Director of the Spec Ops branch in England. N.W.C Spec Ops Force is international—obviously, so there are many, many Spec Ops branches, but I'm the one that goes to the fancy UN meetings." Buffy explained, without divulging too much of her position of power.

"So… you run it all?"

Buffy nodded sitting back in her chair, "Among other things." She said cheekily, subtly letting him know that she had access to things that very few in the world had clearance for.

"I also wasn't, um, exactly expecting to see you with… Xander," he carefully turned the conversation, trying to keep his judgments and pinching jealousy from his voice.

Buffy's brows rose high, "Took you long enough to bring that up." She knew this conversation was going to happen, so she patiently waited.

"I didn't see that coming either. You're just full of surprises." He tried to joke in order to mask his discomfort. "How long have you two been… cosy? Does Anya know?"

Buffy frowned, tilting her head to the side perplexed. "Anya?"

His eyes dropped to left hand to see a set of sparkling diamond rings adorned on her ring finger. "Or your… husband?" He swallowed, feeling a twist of pain in his heart. Of course, she's married. Buffy was too beautiful to be alone forever. Lucky bastard—or unlucky bastard since she's cheating on him with Xander. Really?—Xander? How in the world did that happen? This is not Buffy. Buffy doesn't cheat. Riley knew something didn't add up. Buffy wasn't an adulterer.

"Riley…" Buffy's frown deepened, with a slow understanding of he must be thinking.

"Congratulations are in order, I guess. Angel is a lucky—"

"—I'm not married to Angel." Buffy looked at him oddly and with a bit of amusement. "Nor am I cheating on my husband." Riley's brows pinched together mystified. "Xander and I are married."

Riley's face dropped. Never in his life did he expect to hear that. Married to Xander… Married to Xander… Buffy is married to Xander… Xander is Buffy's husband… Riley swallowed unable to keep the disbelief from his face, "You are?"

"Yea-huh, we've been married for a while. It'll be like…" Buffy quickly counted the years in her head, "… twenty-one years this year."

"Oh, wow…" was that Riley was able to say. "Do you, uh, have… c-children?"

Buffy found his shock rather amusing rather than offensive. "We do," she turned one of the framed photographs on her desk to Riley. It was of her son and daughter grinning at the camera during a recent outing in Boston.

Riley picked up the photograph and eyed Buffy's children carefully. Buffy has children… Riley struggled to wrap his head around it. She was pregnant—twice. Buffy's a mother… Xander is the father of Buffy's children. Buffy's a mother… They're beautiful. He smiled sadly at the photograph.

Riley had spent countless hours imaging what his and Buffy's children would look like. They'd be gorgeous like the young college kids in the photograph. He always knew if Buffy ever had a daughter, she'd look just like her.

This was Riley's plan that he spent the majority of their relationship creating in his mind. Marrying Buffy Summers and having children with her was the future he dreamt. And Xander was living Riley's dream plan.

"Do you have children?" Buffy asked.

Riley nodded and said, "A son." He cleared his throat. "They're beautiful." He said in a low voice, transfixed by how much they resembled their beautiful mother. "What are their names?"

"Josh and Sarah."

'Josh' and 'Sarah' are the perfect names for these two. Riley decided and placed the framed photograph back on Buffy's desk.

He lifted his eyes to see Buffy pick up the telephone and dialled a number, "Andrew, please get me the Spec Ops documents for Brigadier General Finn. Thank you." She hung up the phone and caught Riley's eyes on her. "What?" She began to smile.

"Nothing… You just sound so… official." He smiled.

Buffy bashfully looked away from him.

Andrew knocked on the office door then entered holding a thick binder with everything Riley would need to know in his new position. "The documents you wanted, Boss."

"Thank you," Buffy took the binder and quickly thumbed through it, making sure it had everything necessary for Riley. "Okay, so this binder is given to every leader in your position around the world. As I briefly explained before, Spec Ops is not just a unit in the United States but it is shared and ran by me in every nation in the world—Even the places that really, really hate outsiders."

Riley sat straighter in his chair and listened closely.

"This binder contains everything you need to know about, well, this organisation and the role US Spec Ops will be playing in accordance to the Council. Your position and Spec Ops as a whole is 'need to know' only. Think of yourselves as the Navy SEALs… You are an elite task force. You're not called upon often but when you are," she folded her hands together, setting them on top on the binder, "I expect, compete corporation and excellence. We cannot afford failure because if we fail, it's the end of the world—literally. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes, ma'am," Riley said in a non-teasing way. He understood that at this moment, this wasn't his ex-girlfriend that he once loved so much talking to him, this was the Director of the most elite secret operations unit in the world.

"Do you have any questions for me?"

"No, ma'am,"

Buffy nodded and began to stand, signifying the end of the meeting.

Riley stood from his chair, with his hat under one arm and also holding the binder. "Do I salute you?" He tried to ease the tension between them.

Buffy's serious face cracked into a smile, "No, but I like you calling me 'ma'am'… Makes me feel all powerful-like." She teased.

"Because 'Slayer' was lacking authority?" Riley's smile widened.

With a shrug, Buffy smirked, "What can I say?—I have a power trip thing." She moved around the desk and held out her hand for him to shake, "It's really great to see you again, Riley."

"Its good to see you, too, Buffy. I look forward to seeing you in action at the UN meeting in September."

"Oh, yeah, I'm really something." She rolled her eyes with a blush following Riley to the door.

As Riley reached out for the doorknob he faced her, "Do you think that if we lasted, we could've had this life, too?"

Buffy felt a little ambushed by this sudden question, she looked at her ex and knew it in her heart that she very much cared for him—So much that she could almost trick herself and say that she loved him, but she wasn't. They wouldn't have lasted because Buffy didn't dream of a future with him.

She reached out and gave his bicep a gentle squeeze. "I think it worked out the way it was supposed to." Her voice was tenderly soft.

Sadly, Riley felt a cut in his heart, but he knew it was true too—no matter how much he would always love her. "I just had to ask. I'll be seeing you." He began to turn away.

"Xander," Riley turned from the doorknob to Buffy, "would love to have his friend back. I'm sure you have a lot that you want to tell him and I know for sure, Xander has a lot he wants to tell you."

Riley smirked breathing in her words carefully. He gave her a short nod and opened the office door, stepping out.

Xander sat on a couch reading a comic book he had taken from the shelf behind Andrew, waiting patiently to continue his 'conversation' with his wife when a mass shadow cast over him.

Lifting his brown eyes, he looked up at Riley with a bit of surprise.

"You wanna get a beer later?" Riley asked.

Xander nodded his head, "Sure. I'd like that. There's place near the Rock Hall."

"Okay, I'll see you there at seven?"

With a lopsided smile, Xander nodded, "Seven it is."

Riley excused himself from the room. Xander watched his wife's ex leave then turned his gaze to Buffy leaning against the door. Her arms folded across her chest, giving him a tender dancing smile.

How in the hell did I get so damn lucky? He wondered.