Balled at the Ballet
by Jerri and Robin2
The car glinted in the afternoon sun as it sped through the traffic.
Passing motorists might not have noticed that the brunette driving
looked distinctly under-enthused but his passenger and her animated
vivaciousness clearly drew stares.
Xander dodged cars as he hit the freeway headed for a night of
torture, seasoned with massive amounts of boredom. He paid scant
attention to his demonic lover other than tossing a vague, "Uh-huh,"
or "Right" into the conversational fray. What did he know about
ballet? Staking vampires he knew, going for doughnuts and rocket
launcher's, hey, he was the guy. But ballet? It never made the top
twenty of survival skills until he hooked up with an eleven hundred
year old ex-demon who had a thing for culture.
The two-hour drive passed in a blur for Xander, and all to soon, Anya
stopped her praise of Alexi this and Olga that long enough to yell
for him not to miss the exit.
"Isn't it this exciting, Xander?" Anya asked. She nearly bounced in her seat.
"Oh yeah," he agreed then glanced at his watch...damn, the hellmouth
hadn't opened and the world was in no danger of ending. He sucked at
his teeth. It looked like he was stuck with the dancers.
"Color me thrilled."
He pulled into the motel parking lot and looped around the car to let
his lover out. Quickly he gathered their bags, an impatient Anya was
not a pleasing experience, unless of course it was in bed and then.�
Anya swung her shapely legs out of the car. The wrinkles in her
dress fell as she stood and put her hands to her hips. "Don't think
I didn't notice that you drove five miles below the recommended speed
limit. We'd better not have lost our reservation."
For the two minutes it took him to collect the bags and enter the
lobby Xander's spirits rose. There was still hope that they had lost
the reservation and that they wouldn't have any place to get ready.
"Your key, Mr. Harris," the clerk said. Xander forced a smile and
snatched it away.
All hope of rescue being lost, he shouldered the bags and headed up
to face his doom.
Xander pushed open the door to the room, and stepped aside to allow
Anya to precede him into the utilarian room. She made a mad dash for
the shower. "Hurry Xander, we don't want to be late."
"Oh no," he muttered under his breath as she disappeared into the
bathroom. "Couldn't have that."
He pulled back the shade and looked forlornly down at his car. Oh,
what he wouldn't give to just drive anywhere, so long as it was away.
He looked thoughtfully at the bathroom door. This would be his last
gasp effort. The question was, would it work? Normally sex
distracted her from�everything, but she was really hyped about this
ballet thing. With a shrug he shed his clothes and slipped into the
already steaming bathroom.
For an instant, the silhouette of Anya's pert breasts, flat stomach
and softly curved behind made him forget his plan was to deceive.
His penis twitched."I know," he whispered. "I'm workin' on it."
Taking a soft cloth in his hands, he squeezed soap onto it and worked
it into a lather. He ran it up and down Anya's spine in a way he
knew she loved. He leaned forward to nibble on the tip of one
delicate ear, letting his hot breath tease the sensitive spot.
He felt the tension drain out of her, as she relaxed into his hands.
"That feels so good, it makes me want to have orgasms right now."
Yes, sang Xander's brain, this is of the good. Little Xander, or
maybe not so little Xander seemed to agree, when...
"But we can't. If we do we'll be late for the opening curtain. Now
stop trying to give me orgasms." She snatched the wash cloth out of
his hands. "In fact, just go away. You are distracting me."
"Go�Now," she ordered.
Suitably chastised and now more certain than ever that hell was
actually a place on Earth Xander slunk from the shower and dripped
back to the living area to await his turn in the shower.
Several excruciatingly long hours later, Xander opened the door and
ushered a lovely Anya out. The satin turquoise dress she wore clung
to her tiny waist and ornate frog closures decorated the bodice The
long slit up the left thigh was the only thing that allowed her
freedom to walk. Xander looked wistfully at the smooth ankle and calf
that peeked out and sighed. She was determined to go to the damn
ballet, now matter how much he just wanted to make love with her.
After what seemed like scant seconds, he was handing her out of the
car and giving the keys to a valet. He reluctantly headed up the
steps to the well-dressed usher who summarily guided them through the
line of formally clad patrons. They were then turned over to a self-
important little man who made sure they had drinks and a personal
escort to their box.
Anya oohed and Xander tried not to be impressed at the fresh flowers
that rested on two of the ornate seats, but it was damned difficult.
"Geez," he whispered. "Who died?"
Their personal guide picked up an elaborate arrangement and handed to
his girl, as he seated her. "Compliments of Mr. Nabbit. Please enjoy
the ballet. Someone will come to escort you back stage following the
performance."
Xander settled into the less than comfortable seat and wondered who
the other flowers were for. There was no indicator of whom they were
meant for, but whoever the lucky lady was she'd be there soon enough.
Anya still cooed over the flowers. Xander rolled his eyes. Hell, he
guessed he would have to get her flowers. God knew, she was treating
them like he would a five-pound box of chocolates.
I shoulda brought some snacks, he thought. He crossed his arms and
regretted letting it slip that he'd brought his GameBoy. His one
salvation was securely crushed somewhere along Interstate whatnot.
Courtousy of Anya. He returned her wrinkle nosed smile and stretched
his legs out before him when she turned back toward the stage. At
least he'd be able to get a few hours of sleep.
The orchestra struck a chord and the house lights flickered then
dimmed. The stage curtains swept aside to reveal a fantasy scene.
Lithe women in beautiful costumes pirouetted across the stage then
men in tights hoisted them over their shoulders. The brunette was
already bored. Yes, the dancers were graceful and agile, but he saw
Buffy being both graceful and deadly every day. Xander rolled his
eyes then inspiration struck when he noticed they were still alone in
the box. He leaned forward and whispered in his girlfriend's shell-
like ear, "If someone isn't in their seat when the show starts, will
they be seated during the performance?"
"No, not until intermission," came the irritated reply with the
accompanying twist of her brow. "Now pay attention to the show."
Xander sighed and squinted at the dancers. They were pretty, but
their bodies were scrawny and scrappy compared to the feminine curves
of the woman who sat to his right. He shifted in his seat and looked
to his girl. She was better than any spindly dancer. And he had her
alone � in a dark private area with a guarantee that no one would be
interrupting them for a long while. He couldn't fight his grin. It
worked for him.
Satin wrinkled then smoothed under his hand as he slid his hand
slowly down her side and then back up until he cupped her soft
breast. Xander smiled when she arched into his palm and then ran his
thumb over her nipple. He leaned into her and slid his lips down her
throat making sure to pay special attention to that place right
behind her ear lobe.
The slit in her skirt beckoned and he could not deny its call. In one
smooth movement he slid his hand under the satin and met with even
smoother skin. He stroked her silken thigh then pushed up the
material enough to fondle her hip. With one finger he traced the
line of her hip to the crease of her thigh and teased at the elastic
of her lacy thong. A smile crossed his lips as he delved beneath the
damp lace. Xander leaned forward and flicked the tip of his tongue
around her earlobe. Anya gasped and her small hand tightened over
the tiny purse she held. Encouraged by her reaction and the fact
that she hadn't hit him yet, he pushed his hand between her thighs
and made room for further explorations.
Anya jumped then whimpered as he flicked one calloused finger against
her erect clit. The sight of her painted and full lip caught between
her small white teeth in an effort to keep herself quiet pushed
Xander's libido up another notch. He slid from his seat and knelt
between her thighs. In one smooth move he slipped her lacy thong
down her smooth thighs and calves. For a moment he concentrated on
that special spot behind her knees that made her squeal and wiggle
and then he worked his way north. The well-built man buried his face
between her thighs, reveling in the scent and taste of the beautiful
woman who now offered herself to him. His lips, tongue and teeth
tasted and tested every delicious fold of her tender cunt. As he
nipped at her engorged clit he slid two fingers into her slick
channel and explored the inner contures of her body.
Anya tangled her fingers tighter in his hair and pulled him further
into her sopping cunt. Diving deeper in to the wet heat Xander bit
down on her swollen nubbin. Anya's thighs tensed then jerked around
his head and he felt the contractions of her orgasm. Luckily, one of
the dancers must have done something spectacular because her loud
groan was hidden by a wave of applause. Xander resisted the urge to
stand up and take a bow.
More than ready for a little relief of his own Xander rose to his
feet and unfastened his pants. They fell to his ankles to reveal what
he liked to refer to as nature's candy. Taz and 7 of 9 just hadn't
seemed appropriate for the ballet. With gentle hands he drew the
blond to straddle his lap and sank deep into her warmth as she
lowered herself down on his erection. He was as close to heaven as
he could get. His large hands cupped her firm ass and helped her
ride him. The lips in front of him were so temptingly ripe, that he
couldn't resist just one taste - which led to another, and soon he
was devouring her sweet mouth as he pumped into her clenching cunt.
"God, Anya, I am gonna cum," was forced from his rigid jaw just as
the door to the box swung open. The familiar voice of their personal
usher ruined what was very close to being the perfect climax.
"Normally we would never seat someone during the performance, but
for a friend of Mr. Nabbitt's, exceptions can be ma -"
Xander dropped his head to Anya's chest as a voice he hand't heard
since high school summed up the situation in a way that only she could.
"Oh. Migawd. Tacky much?"
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