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Some things were better left unsaid. There were some things that were left to one's own mind. He watched her through the glass as she chatted meaninglessly on the phone to a friend. Perhaps it was Willow. Buffy always spent a lot of time on the phone with her. She looked fabulous even lounging like she was, her blonde hair pulled taut into a ponytail, gray sweats hanging loosely around her muscled legs and a white tank top clung to those perky breasts of hers. She was quite a sight. But he stayed back and he watched. She didn't know he was there and he wanted to keep it that way.

She curled her fingers into some strands from her ponytail and licked her dry lips. He could almost imagine what the tongue would feel like in his mouth. He could see those sweats falling from her legs to the floor as she came to him and straddled his lap, plunging him into her, moaning his name...

She hung up the phone and stood, stretching, raising the tank top slightly as she did to expose her bare midriff. Silky pale skin that didn't see as much sun thanks to her Slayer duties. She walked to the window where he was and he hid quickly. She flung open the window and took in the cool night air. She closed her eyes. He could take her now, tackle her through the window and just make sweet love to her.

But no, this was not the way.

She took a few minutes to breathe the air then shut her window and turned off her light, getting into bed. He hopped down from his perch and began walking away from her house. One day he'd let her know how he really felt. How she allured him. How she attracted him. How he wanted her.

Xander was approaching the opposite direction. "Hey! What are you doing out here? I thought you were in LA?"

He nodded. "Just visiting and picking up a few things."

Xander nodded. "See you later, Wesley..."