Not Directly Sexual

Xander gasped for air as he and Buffy sprinted into the gym, “Okay,” Buffy began unphased, “That concludes our jog.”

“Jog?” Xander said as collapsed to the ground. “Give me a moment here, Buff.”

“Sunnydale is a dangerous place, Xand, you need to be prepared,” Buffy said as she evaluated him. “Something killed Rodney and he was in the middle of a school tour.”

“Yeah, but, I…got you,” Xander said between gasps.

“I can’t be everywhere. I’m not going to make sure you can fight. I owe you that.”

The last couple of times that Buffy had said she had owed him, it had led to sex. It didn’t look like it this time.

“Well, can I just have a few minutes. I really need a moment to breathe.”

“Hmmm, we’re just getting started, but I guess it doesn’t hurt, I need to go to the bathroom anyway.”

“Sure, take your time,” Xander said as he gave a weak wave.

Buffy smiled. She probably would. This was incredibly hot. She needed to touch herself at least a little before she got back to it. Then she needed to think of ways to improve the training to motivate him more. Perhaps a sexier outfit?

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Wish: Become his exceptionally talented and sexy personal trainer for martial arts and fitness, with her arousal and pleasure during the session directly linked to his increasing fitness and skill level. (Expert level of knowledge in fitness and multiple fighting forms that will benefit both Xander and herself)