After the Dance

Author's Note: We had discussed doing an Act 5 for the last episode, but for various reasons, we decided not to include this particular Act 5 as part of the official unofficial season 8. 

Still, it was written, and I'm enough of a feedback slut to be willing to put it up. As a reminder, this is my personal take on the after-prom activities. It never went through a full VLC beta, and it's essentially fanfic of fanfic.

Warnings: Snark, implications of threesome activity, Buffy letting Giles get dom on her (without hurting him), spanking, name-calling, unabashed sentimentality and a really pretentious "The End" all make an appearance at least once in this story. 

Giles followed Buffy to the parking lot, and when she reached the SUV, he pressed a button on the key fob to unlock the door. Just as she opened it, he moved in and pushed her face down on the car seat.

Buffy didn't struggle. She just turned her head and asked, "What are you doing?"

He ran his up between her thighs and said, "I'm testing that theory about your underwear."

"What." She wriggled her hips as his hand reached its destination. "What theory? That was nothing but fact."

"Ah, but you might have just kept them tucked in your purse all night and still be wearing a pair. How could I be certain of the truth?" He twisted his hand slightly, putting his middle finger on her clit as he slid his thumb into her.

She grunted lightly as she pushed back on his hand, then said, "It didn't occur to you to take a whiff. harder, dammit! Don't tease!"

At that he withdrew his hand completely and smoothed her skirt as he pulled her upright again. He looked down at her with a faintly quizzical expression on his face as he lifted his hand to his nose. "Teasing? Was I teasing?" He licked his thumb once then sucked it slowly into his mouth. When he pulled it out again, he asked, "Was that teasing?"

Buffy's gaze was fixed to his hand, and it took her a moment to say, "You know damn well it was."

The pizza box lay on the coffee table, with only remnants of the meal sticking forlornly to the cardboard. Willow closed her eyes and sat back between Jack and Becka with a groan. "I'm so full. I don't think I could eat another thing."

In unison and with equal amounts of dread, Jack and Becka said, "Nothing?"

Willow cocked open one eye, looking first at Becka, and then at Jack. "Getting a little ahead of yourselves, aren't you?"

Jack and Becka exchanged a quick look, and then she said, "But there's ice cream."

"Ice cream?"

Nodding quickly, Jack said, "Ice cream. From Miller's Dairy, so you know it's gonna be good."

"Miller's Dairy ice cream?" Willow whimpered as she asked, "What flavor?"

Candles adorned every available surface in Carrie's bedroom, and she and Xander set about lighting them together. When the last one was aflame, she said, "I'll be right back. Just want to get the right CD on the stereo." At the door, she paused then turned to him. "You might want to lose the jacket sometime before I get back."

As she walked into the living room, Xander muttered, "Jacket. Losing the jacket now."

Unseen in the corner, Anya said to her supervisor, "I think I've seen enough, now."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. I am. Where to next?"

"Cleveland, Ohio," he said.

Mark pulled into the parking lot at Crystal Lake and turned off the car's engine. He turned to Dawn and said, "If. if you're uncomfortable or want to go home, let me know, okay?"

She gave him a smile and said, "I'll let you know what I want."

"You will?"

"Yep. And right now, I want to take off these stupid shoes, 'cause they're killing me, and then I want to take a look at the lake under the light of a nearly full moon." She opened the car door and slipped out.

"What about your shoes?"

"I'll take them off when we get to the lake," she said. "Wouldn't want to step on anything sharp."

When they got home, Buffy shot out of the SUV and headed for the front door. Still in the driveway, Giles called out, "Where are you going?"

"In. Bed. Now!" She looked a bit crazed as she stood on the steps to the front porch.

"I don't think so," he answered calmly.

"What? Why not? What was that business at the school about?" She took an unwilling step toward him.

"Business at the school?" He gave her a look of confusion, and then his face seemed to clear. "Oh. You mean when I felt you up, then wouldn't finish you?"

"Yeah. That." Her voice was tight, and she started stalking toward him.

"That was merely to remind you that making love needn't always take place behind closed doors and on a bed," he said nonchalantly. With his hands in his pockets, Giles started walking toward the side of the house. He didn't look at Buffy.

She stood there for a moment, blinking as she listened to him, then followed him. "Where are you going?"

"The carriage house."

"Huh? Why? What's in the carriage house?"

His jacket, shirt and vest had long since been discarded, and Xander sat on the bed, working on getting to know every inch of Carrie's breasts as she stood before him, her bodice hanging down over the skirt of her dress. Her hands on his head to hold him in place, she made small noises as he bit, suckled and licked her left nipple.

After one particularly enthusiastic attack, she stammered out, "More. Want more."

He lifted his head and gave her a goofy grin. "You're gonna have to let go of me if you want more."

Becka held a bowl of double-chocolate mocha mint in front of Willow and asked, "Who do you want to kiss first?"

Her eyes on the bowl, Willow said absently, "First? I don't get ice cream without giving one of you a kiss?"

Jack frowned at that. "She makes it sound so tawdry, Becka, like we're offering her candy or bribing her or something."

Becka rolled her eyes at that. "We are bribing her, you goofball."

Willow grasped Jack by the neck and pulled him in for a long kiss. At the end of it, her eyes glazed, Willow said, "Give me some ice cream, and you can get a kiss, too."

Becka leaned forward with a spoon. When Willow took it into her mouth and released the utensil, Becka swooped in to claim her kiss.

After a few minutes, Jack complained, "Isn't it my turn again?" 

Buffy cautiously entered the carriage house and found Giles standing near the vaulting horse. "You never said what's in here."

He spoke rather sternly. "I think that should be obvious, Buffy."

The tone of his voice hardened her nipples, and she said breathlessly, "To you, maybe, but I'm the muscles of this operation, not the brain."

He held out his hand to her, and when she came toward him, he said, "You and I are in the carriage house."


"Indeed." Giles looked her over from head to toe and said, "You've been a very naughty Slayer when we train."

She caught the glint in his eye and said meekly, "I'm sorry."

"I don't think you are. Not really," he said, his eyes darkening as he watched her standing before him in apparent submission.

Buffy gave him a completely fake shy look from beneath her lashes and asked, "What can I do to make it up to you?"

Standing on the sandy beach with only her stockings on her feet, Dawn leaned in for the kiss Mark was about to give her. He held her close, then backed away slightly. "Does your dress have pockets?"


"There's something hard in your skirt."

Dawn blushed. "Oh. That." 

Still seated at the end of her bed, Xander finished removing the last of Carrie's clothing then leaned forward quickly and put his face between her legs. His tongue darted out, and he tasted her, grinning at her quick squeak of surprise.

When she didn't push him away, he glanced up at her with a wicked smile and got to work. It wasn't long before he had to tighten his grasp on her hips to keep her still.

"Lift your dress to your waist, then bend over the horse," Giles said firmly and without hesitation.


He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Weren't you the one who liked it when I got all... er... commandery?"


"Well then?" Giles frowned, slipping out of character a bit.

"It's not that," she said, licking her lips.

Reassured, he resumed speaking in a stern voice. "Then what is it?"

"I just came," she said hoarsely. 


Embarrassed, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a stake. "Buffy made me take it."



"Look! A midnight snack!"

Dawn and Mark turned to see a man approach. The moon was bright enough for them to see the ridges on his face. She sighed, "Because of that."

"What's wrong with his face?"

Offended, the vampire paused in his approach. "There's not a damn thing wrong with my face!"

"It's all bumpy," said Mark, confused.

"At least my face isn't bumpy with acne!" The vampire started toward them again.

Dawn cried, "Take that back!"

"Face it, kid, your boyfriend's got pizza face." He leered at her. "Wouldn't you like someone who can show you a good time for all eternity?"

His hands fisted at his side, Mark bit out, "I do not have pizza face."

"And if you think I'm gonna buy that line, you're even stupider than you look," Dawn said, stepping forward. She kept her stake hidden in the folds of her dress.

Mark reached out for her, saying, "Dawn, no. We should leave."

Without looking back, she answered, "Sorry, but I kind of have to take care of this."

A hand crept up under Willow's shirt, and she stopped kissing Becka. "Um, guys?"

Sounding apologetic, Jack said, "Too much too soon?"

"Yeah. Kinda."

Becka leaned forward and dropped a kiss on Willow's nose. "He's always been greedy."

"You don't mind?"

"Are you kidding?" Jack stood up, a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants. "We've been working on seducing you for a while, and there's no way we're giving up just because I was an idiot. Anyway, we promised you horror movies, and horror movies you shall have."

Willow turned to Becka. "Really? It's okay?"

"Of course it is, sweetie." Becka kissed her again. "You mean too much to us, and we want you around for a good, long while."

Jack popped a DVD into the player, then returned to the sofa and crouched before Willow. "This is new for all of us, and we're still learning. We can wait."

Willow gave him a grateful smile, then leaned forward to kiss him. "That's. Thanks."

"No problemo," he said. "And now for the first creature feature."

As he took his seat next to Willow, she asked, "Which one is it?"

Becka reached for her beer and sat back. "'Night of the Living Dead.'"

"You came?"

Buffy swallowed hard. "Yeah."

"Just from me ordering you to." He paused as she whimpered. "You just did again, didn't you?"

"Yeah," she said in a whisper.

"You've come twice, without my permission, and you still haven't presented yourself as I told you to," he said, his voice thick.

"You gonna spank me?" Buffy gathered up the material of her dress and walked toward the vaulting horse. She arranged herself as ordered, her bare ass looking pale and white, framed as it was by her black thigh highs and the black material of her dress.

Giles ran his hand gently along the exposed skin before slipping it between her legs. "You're sure about this?"

"Oh yeah," she said, squirming against his hand.

He allowed it for a moment, then withdrew his hand and walked to the front of the horse. He held his glistening fingers in front of her and said, "See what a mess you made?"

After a quick look at his face, Buffy leaned forward to lick clean his fingers.

Carrie knelt before Xander and licked the length of his cock before pulling it down far enough to take the head into her mouth. Above her, he said, "God, that feels. Geez!"

Her cheeks hollowed with the suction she applied, Carrie could only give him an impish look before she released him. After a careful lick from the head to the stem of his cock, she rolled her tongue around his testicles before carefully taking one into her mouth and sucking it gently.

Xander's hips bucked forward. "Carrie," he said in a warning tone. "Keep doing that, and I won't last much longer." He did nothing to move away from her.

Instead, she released him and stood slowly. "Can't have that, now, can we?" She pushed him backward onto the bed, then followed, straddling his groin. "You ready for me, for this?"

He reached up, clasping her breasts. "Oh yeah."

She reached down to hold his cock steady then pushed herself down onto it. "God, that feels good," she whispered.

"You should feel it from this end," he said as he started pushing up to meet her. 

"What are you doing, Dawn?" Mark tried to pull her back, but she shook him off.

The vampire snickered. "What kind of woman names her kid Dawn?"

Dawn glared at him and said pointedly, "The same kind of woman that names her first daughter Buffy."

At that, the vampire lost his game face. "Buffy? The Slayer? You're the Slayer's kid sister?"

As he started to back away, Dawn shot forward and staked him in the chest. She sneezed when she got a nose full of vampire dust.

In a small voice, Mark asked, "What's a Slayer?" 

Buffy was squirming by the time Giles got around to dropping his pants to enter her from behind. He pushed in without hesitation or warning, and she moaned as she started moving against him. "About time," she complained.

"Couldn't help myself. Your ass is absolutely beautiful when it's this red," he said, his voice strained as he started moving more quickly against her.

He reached around and touched her clit, sending her into a loud and lengthy orgasm. And when she quieted down, he allowed his own climax. At the end of it, he was draped over her back and panting. After his breathing calmed down, he said, "Up for a rematch?"

"So soon?"

"Call it a Slayer thing." 

"...why I've been kind of weird around you," Dawn said, looking at Mark with a worried expression. "It's true. all of it. And if you don't believe me, you can talk to Buffy and Giles yourself."

Mark shook his head slightly. "No. That's not it. I mean, I believe you. Some of the stuff I've seen is starting to make sense."

"It is?"

He looked at her and smiled. "Yeah. It is. And now that you've gotten rid of it, it's time..."

"...To go home!" Dawn's voice was a soft wail as she looked at her watch.

"You're kidding!"

She held her wrist up so he could see. "'Fraid not."

Mark sighed, then. "Okay. But next week, we're not getting interrupted." He seemed to realize what he just said, then added hesitantly, "That is, if you want."

"Oh yeah," she said, leaning in for a kiss. "I definitely want." 

Xander slept with his arm around Carrie as her head lay on his chest. His eyes started moving back and forth, and he dreamt of Anya. She appeared before him, dressed not in the orange outfit she'd had on before, but rather in the clothing she'd worn to the battle.

"Best wishes, Xander," she said softly. "I hope the two of you will be very happy."

"Thanks," he replied, before his dream slipped away,

Willow was asleep, with her head in Jack's lap and her feet in Becka's lap.

Jack looked at Becka and said, "What do you think of our little witch?"

She smiled gently at the woman stretched out on top of them and said, "I think she's absolutely perfect."

Jack's eyes flashed to an intense, otherworldly blue, and Becka's to an equally intense green as they looked at one another.

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