Red

You followed after the red light, headed back to the table with Cordelia. Suddenly all of the questions that had been on your mind vanished. Why were you in the coffee shop? Had you been dreaming that scene with Cordelia? What were these lights?

You didn't care. Once you started following the light all of those thoughts vanished from your mind.

Cordelia didn't have sneer on her face when you returned. Instead she smiled as you approached. Part of you wondered if you were going to drop to your knees and do something melodramatic again.

You didn't, but you did wait for her to speak first. "Xander, we're not dating."

You nodded your head. You tried to form words but you didn't feel like you had control of your body.

"There was a time before we were dating," Cordelia said slowly.

God, Cordelia was trying to do logic. This could be a problem.

"So in a lot of ways, we're back to the place we were before Willow discovered us kissing in the library."

Where was this going?

"We used to make out before we were dating, we're not dating anymore, but that doesn't mean we can't still make out."

Well, it took awhile, but it was certainly worth it.

The two of you got up from the table and headed to a back corner out of sight. It was a bit risky, but something told you the red light you had followed wasn't going to let anyone come your way.

The make out session reminded you of your times in the broom closet. After your memories of what had happened last night, you were expecting her to start getting naked, but it was much more like how the two of you used to make out. She was much more willing to let you rub her tits and ass, so that was a definite plus, but everything was over the clothes.

It lasted maybe a few minutes, and the two of you headed back to your table.

"Cordy, what are we going to do about this?" you asked as you sat down, feeling in control again.

"About what?" she asked confused.

"About this," you said as you pointed to the corner where you had been making out.

"You're going to pay," she told you. "As a minor action of forgiveness."

She thought you were just pointing to the coffee shop. Did she really not remember? As you looked at her, it certainly seemed that way.

You were still mulling what to do by the time she left and headed toward the school. You had to get to the school as well. Maybe someone there could help you.