The Bet

"Okay. There we go. Snug as a bug in a rug." Buffy set Giles down on his bed and stepped away from the out cold Watcher.

"C'mon, Buff. Try a little." Xander stepped around her, first he pulled the Watcher's glasses off. Then he manhandled Giles enough to get his jacket off. He followed that up by pulling off the shoes Giles had been wearing. And finally he grabbed the blanket from across Giles and pulled it up and over Giles covering him.

"Watcher's pet." Buffy shook her head at Xander.

"No. Just a dude who has passed out after a fight before. I know the type of shit you will wish you did before you pass out." Xander hung the jacket Giles had been wearing over the door knob as he and Buffy filed out of the room.

Settling into the living room downstairs both teens slumped onto the couch and let out relieved groans.

"That hits the spot." Xander closed his eyes and let his head fall back to rest against the couch as he slouched down.

"God is it goooood to get off these feet. My feet are killing me. The price I'm willing to pay to wear those heels..." Buffy shook her head mock sadly as she kicked off her shoes and settled in. She occasionally shot Xander a glance or two after a minute of silence.

Xander popped one eye open after five minutes and looked at Buffy. "What? I can feel your slayer intense gaze burning the side of my head."

Buffy bit her lower lip and with a small embarassed chirp she swiveled her lower half around and stuck her legs out towards Xander. She waggled her feet at him and wiggled her toes. "Could my poor abused tootsies get some of that... perfect massage technique?"

Xander rolled his head to the side to look at Buffy with his eyebrows raised in disbelief. "You ask this now? Not five minutes ago. But now. Now, after I've begun my transformation into... into my imitation of a gelatinous blob?"

"Pleeeeeease." Buffy batted her eyelashes at him.

"Foot." Xander pointed to his lap and regarded Buffy with scornful look. "I'm not promising the full works. I will hit the big ones. Thats it. The reflexology heavy hitters. Then done. Then... rest. Blessed, revivifying rest."

"Deal." Buffy eagerly agreed and quickly had her feet waiting in Xanders lap.

With a groan Xander reoriented himself to be sitting sideways, facing Buffy across the couch. He reached out with both hands and took her left foot in both hands, he then made quick work of drilling his two thumbs into the soles of Buffy's left foot.

"Oh God!" Buffy's head snapped back, her back arched involuntarily while an explosive release of tightly coiled tension crashed thru her body. "Ooooh... Xander. Yes."

Xander hmmmed as he continued to work Buffy's foot with his thumbs, making the blonde groan, gasp, and grin as her muscles turned to pudding and all her aches and pains went away.

"So good. Good. I needed this. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." Buffy babbled as Xander moved to her right foot and began the process all over again. With a deeply satisfied moan Buffy slumped bonelessly across the whole of the couch, her head propped up on the arm rest. "Thank you... You are too good to me Xander. I neeeeded this sooo baaaaad."

Xander grumbled but kept working on the soles of her feet.

"What do I have to do to get this kind of treatment every day?" A deeply tired Buffy asked, her eyes drooping closed as she basked in the pleasure of Xander's perfect technique.

"You couldn't afford me." Xander answered.

Buffy whined. "C'mon."

"Buff, if I do you -pardon the phrasing- that means soon I'll be **** to help Wills as you wont keep this secret. And, after all thats happened this year between me and Wills, that'd be awkward as hell. Cordy knew because she was selfish enough to be secretive."

"I wont tell. Honest." Buffy said with a sad puppy dog look on her face.

"No dice. That'll last until one day you feel so good you just have to share... and things go pear shaped from there."

"Please?" Buffy tried the sad quivering lower lip routine.

"Nope." Xander dropped her feet back down to rest in his lap. "And done."

Buffy flexed her feet and let herself enjoy feeling content at the near full body bliss her foot massage had just given her. And she did feel relaxed and chill and heavenly and bliss and... and... People werent meant to feel this god, it was damn near sinful. But... it also left her strangely wanting to feel Xander's hands on her once again. Moving to new areas, his strong fingers stroking her flesh. Making her feel... things.

So how to get Xander to massage her more. Money wasnt an option. Guilt was a no go. So what would make Xander abandon his natural stubborness?

Buffy felt her scalp tingle as something deep down in her brain came up with an idea. One she had had not thirty minutes ago about the bet.

The bet. Lap dances versus Massages. Xander would give massages if he lost. She woulg give lap dances if she lost. It was win win. They both got something they wanted that they both normally wouldn't give. And a fifty fifty chance she wouldnt have to give Xander a lap dance.

"Xand?" Buffy asked.

"Hmm" the drowsy teen responded.

"You still wanna bet about Giles and him getting younger?" Buffy asked innocently.

Xander nodded his head once, "Whats the bet, Buff?"

Buffy licked her lips excitedly. "You bet one weeks of on demand secret perfect technique massages."

"Un huh." Xander agreed tiredly rubbing his eyes.

"I bet one week of on demand secret lap dances." Buffy said quickly and holding her breath waited eagerly for Xander's response.

Xander raised his head from it's drowsy slump forward and with intense eyes looked at Buffy. "Are you sure, Buff?"

She nodded her head, "Very sure."

Xander sucked in a deep breath and looked around while letting out a long steady exhale. Finally he shrugged. "I've got to be dreaming. But, fine, whatever. Lets roll with my horny subconscious mind." He stuck out his hand to shake. "Bet?"

"Bet." Buffy agreed and shook Xander's hand vigorously.

Buffy did for a second just consider giving a straight up trade. Lap dances for massages. One for one. Anytime at all, no time limits. Quid pro quo and all that. But it felt a little too... whorish.

"I got to remember what i had for dinner when I wake up. My dreams arent normally this good." Xander mumbled to himself as he slumped back.