Explain

After everything was taken care of, as much as it could be, Joyce looked at the teenager as he hurriedly went about getting dressed. She was more then a little disappointed in that, she had, she realized, been enjoying having a handsome naked man on display. Shaking her head at the thought and several other naughty thoughts she shouldn't be having, Joyce cleared her throat for attention. When Xander looked up at her from putting on his pants she on her most ferocious mom face and said, "Explain."

Xander holding the twisted and still knotted belt that Buffy had used to restrain him looked from Joyce to the belt. "Uuuuuh..."

"Now." Joyce used her best mom voice.

"I just did what Buffy told me to do." Xander answered automatically in a fast rush to appease her.

"Buffy asked for... that?" Joyce gestured to the belt in disbelief.

Xander dropped the belt and swallowed hard. "Well, uh, not really. More kind of, uh, I offered, um, because, y'see, I was, um, a little worried about, uh, me, uh, being grabby... if things, um, felt, uh, good."

Joyce slowly nodded her head and thought about how she found the two when she walked in the door. "So in order to make sure You didnt grab my daughters head while she gave You a blow job You came up with this... great idea?"

Xander nervously looked around each time she said the word You, it was very accusatory, "Yes?"

"Why?" Joyce snapped.

"It seemed like the right thing to do?" Xander squeaked. "After things got crazy at the bronze and -"

"What happened at the supposedly 'safe' club Buffy went to last night?" Joyce asked in full MOM voice.

Xander shrunk back, "A few whack jobs kinda started a fight. Like culty types. Said they were looking for... uh... I wasnt going to let...."

Joyce narrowed her eyes.

"There was a fight." Xander said quickly.

"Who was fighting?" Joyce asked.

"I plead the 5th." Xander answered quickly.

Joyce stepped forward and grabbing one of Xander's hands she looked at the bruised knuckles. She looked at his knuckles and then at his face. "I see."

Xander groaned.

"And then?" Joyce pressed.

"Uh, well, then Buffy invited me to come, uh, here." Xander looked around. "You have a lovely home."

Joyce pursed her lips, "And then what happened Mister Harris."

"I just... I just did, uh...." Xander looked away, "I did what Buffy wanted."

Joyce just stared. "So You came here last night, stripped naked, got tied up, sat in my chair and then let my fully clothed daughter do whatever she wanted to You until you both fell asleep?" Joyce counted off the events on her fingers.

"Yes." Xander nodded his head.

Joyce sighed. "I dont know how to feel about that."

Xander raised eyebrows and looked at Joyce and then at the ceiling towards the room Buffy had been sent too.

"I mean I dont know how to feel about you Mister Harris." Joyce crossed her arms. "You got into a fight last night. Which is bad. But you, I hope, were doing so to protect my daughter?"

Xander nodded his head, keeping his lips shut tight.

"Which is... what a mother wants to hear." Joyce admitted.

Xander raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"So my daughter invited you back here and there is... an offer." Joyce said thru gritted teeth. Taking a deep breath she continued, "So you offer to put yourself in a **** position for my daughters... benefit."

"Uuuuh, yeah." Xander nodded. "I didnt want to hurt her."

Joyce gave him an unimpressed look. "So you then strip naked while my daughter keeps all her clothes on."

"I just... did what Buffy told me to do." Xander explained.

"You then let my daughter tie you up and do whatever she wanted to you." Joyce raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Xander answered succinctly.

"And you let her do whatever for so long that you both fell asleep before you remembered to untie yourself?" Joyce asked in confusion.

"Uuuhhhhparently." Xander nodded his head as he blushed in embarrassment.

Joyce just stared at him.

Xander shrugged.

"Why? Joyce asked in exasperation.

"She's special." Xander smiled softly. "She... she deserves so much more then I could-" he cut himself off.

Joyce lifted a questioning eyebrow. "You'd let her do anything because she's special?"

Xander squirmed, "I mean... within reason. I dont want to pressure her into anything."

"You are making it very hard to be angry with you Mister Harris." Joyce harrumphed. "You are supposed to be the bad guy who **** my innocent daughter to do sordid things. Not an infatuated boy with hearts in his eyes who would let my daughter use his body to satisfy her sexual urges." Joyce said in frustration.

"Sorry?" Xander asked.

"Again, you make it very hard to hate you right now, Mister Harris. I am not happy with what you did but I am at least pleased with the... why of what you did. You put my daughter and what she wanted ahead of yourself. Which is what every mother wants to hear. Just usually about other things."

After a minute of silence Xander ventured, "So Buffy's not in trouble?"

Joyce frowned, "The reasons why I am happy with you are also why I am not happy with her."

"Right. The trust thing." Xander nodded.

"Yes. The trust thing." Joyce hissed.

"So what's going to happen to Buffy?"