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[dollsome]

Standing in the wake of a newly (not to mention barely) won run-of-the-mill slayage battle, Cordelia crosses her arms in front of her chest. She’s impressively composed for someone who just impaled an unholy creature of the night with a pink stiletto heel.

“Aren’t you supposed to kiss me or something?”

Xander wipes a little bit of fluorescent green demon slime from his forehead. “Does this look like happily ever after to you?”

She contemplates it for a second, then wrinkles her nose. “Good point.”

Which, in and of itself, is reason enough for a fiery embrace or two – it’s at least twelve percent driven by the motivation to gross her out. The other eighty-eight might just be genuine affection. Xander decides not to dwell on that. He’s had enough scary for one night.

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[xanya.livejournal.com]

You know, people always forget about Xander/Cordy. It used to make me angry, back when I was irrational and tunnel vision-y.

I didn't start watching until Season Five but you know how it is with Buffy - you get absolutely OBSESSED to the point of people around you wanting to bludgeon you over the head with anything nearby, and you feel like it IS life and nothing will exist without it being one of the central points. Um, it's fair to say it was one of the most significant aspects of my life while in high school too. Ha, I'm truly surprised I actually had friends.