His first kiss

When Xander saw that Stacy wasn't pretending or lying, he ran to her aid and carried her, princess style.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Stacy was surprised he asked, was she even okay? Why has she been having this failure in using her organs? Sometimes when she carries things, it falls. What was wrong with her?

"I don't know" she replied. Xander glanced at her as he crossed the other stairs. Then Stacy suddenly felt her legs again. With her hands around his neck, touching his broad shoulder, in the dim light because it's night and the ride-like movement to her room, she stared at Xander and was worried.

Earlier he thought she was lying but now that her legs were working again how will she explain to him? She just told herself not to act like her legs were working because she could sense that his anger was bad and not favourable.

Now, her smelling sense worked, his masculine smell suffused her lungs and she rested her head on his chest to feel it, she could hear his steady heartbeat and made a song out of it.

Xander on the other hand didn't know why he was ecstatic about carrying her and feeling her hair on his bare chest, he denied that he loved it but deep down inside him. He liked how close she was and how he carried her. He was shy to look at her face so he stared directly at his destination.

When he got to her room he laid her in bed, and stared at her for a short moment but before he could lean back, she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him close before landing a kiss on his lips which happened in a blink of an eye. Stacy pressed her lips on his for two seconds and then release his neck slowly before letting her head fall to the pillow.

Xander was stunned as his face burned with his ear, he was embraced warmly. Truth be told, it was his first kiss! He blinked his eyes and met her gaze to see that smile of victory, she was succeeding in seducing him. But this wasn't seductive to him. He felt like he was wanted by someone at last. The kiss warmed his heart that he wasn't able to recover quickly, and not only him did felt that way. Stacy didn't know what got into her, she just found herself pecking his lips and even though it was a short kiss. It made the tension around them heavy causing that heat to form.

Xander finally blinked his eyes even when he hasn't recovered, his gaze then fell on her legs as he decided to lean away, to see her toes curling up together. Xander frowned. "You lied to me" he leaned back and turned away, even when the kiss was still effective to his whole body, the fact that she pretended to get his attention, pissed him off.

Stacy stood up and followed him back to his room, calling out to him. "Xander, I wasn't lying believe me" she cried out and eventually, he shut the door on her face.

Stacy scolded her legs, "See what you've caused, now he's upset" She knocked on the door but there wasn't any progress.

Xander freshened up and lay in bed. The kiss that was just like a peck on the lips was still on his mind. Her lips were soft and assuring. It sent that ticklish feeling down his stomach and warmed his whole body. Xander touched his lips staring at the ceiling, somehow he wanted another kiss from her.

With rumbled hair, Stacy walked into the living room the next morning, and then to the kitchen to see Xander having his usual morning coffee. Her glazing eyes immediately lit up.

"Xander" she stood next to him by the counter but Xander acted like she didn't call him and continued to drink. "I didn't lie yesterday, it's the truth," she told him.

When he didn't look her way, she tiptoed and extended her neck because he was taller, and then make her face be in front of his. When he beheld her face, he recalled the kiss. "Really?" He asked.

Stacy stood straight, he dropped the mug. "Yes, I don't know what happened yesterday and when you carried me my legs suddenly start to work. I wasn't pretending"

"Okay," he didn't sound convinced. Xander turned away to leave while she took the mug to drink the coffee in it. But her hand let it down, causing it to make a loud shattering sound. Xander turned about not to see the mug but her hand shaking.

Stacy held her left hand with her right as if trying to stop it from shaking. Again it happened. She stared at Xander desperately. "I told you I wasn't pretending"

Xander was also surprised, he went back to her and took her hand, slowly it stopped shaking and then she sighed. "Xander. . ." She looked up at him.

"Are you sure you are okay? This might be a terrible sickness"

"No, I think I lack vitamins, that's why"

"Really? What if it's serious?" He looked worried.

Stacy smiled. "You Care" Xander gazed away. "He cares" she repeated. "Why does he care? Was it the kiss?" She teased him.

Xander pressed his lips into a thin line looking away. "Are you blushing?" She asked him, trying to view his face. She chuckled. "Your cheeks are turning red, gosh" she pinched his cheek with the hand that wasn't working before.

Xander was blushing hard. Oh, this girl. . .What was she doing to him? Stacy shook his face slightly by his cheek. "Stop blushing, you are a man, you should make me blush instead," she said and dropped her hand.

Xander met her gaze and bit his lips. "Aren't you gonna get ready for work?" She asked.

"I'm not going to work today" he informed her.

"So, it's you and me alone at home right?"

"I don't understand you Stacy"

"Whatever, so what are we doing then? We can't just stare into space all day"

Xander shrugged. "Not interested in doing anything"

She glazed at him. "You are too boring" she shook her head. "Let's swim," she told him. "It's hot anyway"

Xander walked away. "I don't swim"

"Aaargh! For once Xander act your age" she followed him to his room "You are always refusing all of my suggestions. Why?" She made sure to have a glimpse of his face as he returned to his room.

"No reason, maybe your suggestions are always. . .I don't know, irrelevant"

"Oh please, you are just too grumpy, strict, boring and hard to please" she slapped him with the truth but it hurt him to hear her say he was all she just mentioned.

He didn't know why her words made something in his heart hurt as if a needle found its way in. He chose not to say a word.