"We should have brought marshmallows," Willow decided.

"I probably have some in the store room, but good luck finding them," Xander said. He took off his jacket as the room had warmed up enough for it to be comfortable in front of the fireplace.

Willow quickly followed suit, scooting closer to Xander and pulling his arm around her. "Messy back room?" she guessed, snuggling into his side.

"Just cluttered and unsorted," Xander replied with a smile. "I tend to store a lot of stuff back there, since I never know what will come in handy and it's a convenient place for it."

"I'll help you sort it later," Willow said, laying her head on his shoulder.

"It's a pretty big job," Xander warned.

"We've got time," Willow said happily. Normally she'd be worrying about getting her homework handed in and making sure she got to sleep on time, but Narnia wasn't connected to their clock, so she could relax. The complete lack of deadlines was a pretty heady feeling for the scholastically driven red head.

"Which is why I love this place," Xander said, "plenty of time to slack off."

Willow giggled. "Slacker heaven."

Xander yawned before getting up and poking the fire with a fireplace poker and placing a couple of logs on top. "That should keep this place comfortable for a while."

Willow yawned as well, already missing the warmth of him by her side. "I'm going to change into my gym clothes and crawl into bed."

"Good idea," Xander agreed as he sat back down and untied his shoes. "I think I'll just stick to boxers and a shirt."

Willow got up and grabbed her backpack and the lantern, forcing herself not to watch as Xander took off his pants, though it was a struggle. She quickly vanished into the bathroom.

Xander folded his pants and left them on the chair, unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it on top of them. He left on his socks to keep his feet warm and stretched before letting out an enormous yawn and turned to the bed.

Buffy was fast asleep, the diminutive blonde barely a lump in the massive pile of blankets and pillows on the bed, with the top of her head poking out.

Xander slid under the covers, finding them nice and warm from Buffy's body heat. He was careful not to crowd her as he got comfortable.

"That bathroom is really cold," Willow said as she returned and set her backpack and clothes on her chair.

Xander couldn't help but stare as Willow stretched in front of the fire. She was wearing a white shirt and blue shorts, both of which looked a size too small. It struck him that he hadn't realized she had legs before. Well, of course she had legs, but these were legs!

"I thought you were going to wear sweats," Xander whispered as she climbed into bed on the other side of Buffy.

"Too heavy to sleep in," Willow whispered back. "Fortunately I had my old gym clothes from last year in my locker."

"Yeah," Xander agreed, the bed shifted with her movements, as Willow tried to get comfortable without bumping into Buffy, "fortunate."

Buffy quickly solved that problem as all the wiggling woke her up just enough for her to pull Willow against her and snuggle back into Xander so they were all spooned up.

"Night," Xander whispered.

"Night," Willow responded and the two closed their eyes and tried to fall asleep. Surprisingly they both dozed off within just a few moments.

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A lone hunter stalked through the grasslands, the sun beating down overhead. Recent rains had caused the foliage to grow thicker than she was used to, but her quarry left huge clawed tracks in the moist earth, ones easily the size of her head.

Most threats to her people took care to hide their tracks, this one seemed not to care. She followed it into the deeper grass of the plains.

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Buffy slowly woke up, her dream swiftly fading. She was warm and comfortable, situated between Xander and Willow, their scent filling her nose as she breathed in. It was a comforting smell. She found her arms were wrapped around them both and someone had their hand cupping her crotch.

"Best sleep ever," she said aloud, causing the two to stir.

"Um," Willow muttered nervously and pulled her hand out of Buffy's pants.

Buffy giggled. "And here I thought Xander would be the one getting handsy."

Willow tried to pull away, but Buffy's arm refused to release her. "Sorry," she apologized, red faced.

"You should be," Buffy teased, "and your punishment is to continue cuddling."

"That's pretty tame as far as punishments go," Willow noted.

"Well I'm warm and comfy," Buffy said, "and I don't plan on moving until I have to pee."

Xander mumbled and shifted a little, his right arm moving to pull Willow closer so they were both squishing Buffy between them. He woke up enough to take in his current position and decided it was good. "Morning," he muttered and gave the two a squeeze.

"What time is it?" Willow asked curiously.

"It's now," Xander said. "Time doesn't exist, it's just now."

"Time doesn't exist?" Willow asked, confused. "When did that happen?"

"Just now," Buffy replied with a giggle as Xander finally came fully awake.

"It's always now," Xander said, "Sunnydale time doesn't change while we're here."

"This place is perfect," Buffy said.

"Say that after you take a shower," Xander joked. "It's very, very cold water. After a shower I feel like I've gone through puberty in reverse."

The girls giggled.

"It really wakes you up," Xander said, "but you get used to it."

"Tonight I get the middle spot," Willow said.

"How come you get the middle spot?" Buffy asked with a pout.

"Cause I'm calling it, just like you did last night," Willow replied.

"And what if I want the middle spot?" Xander teased.

"Then you'd have to call it," Willow said, "and I already did."

"Fine, then I'm voting on a strict rotation," Xander said, "so we each take turns."

"I second that," Buffy agreed. "First night is mine, second is Willow's, and third is Xander's. All in favor?"

"Aye!" they chorused before bursting out laughing.

"Wait," Willow said, "is that per visit or per night spent here?" At their confused looks she explained, "I mean do we have a strict rotation or does it reset every visit?"

"It resets," Buffy said, "so we're just going to have to stay at least three nights every visit."

"I…" Xander's voice trailed off for a moment. "Actually that's a pretty good deal," he decided, looking forward to spending so much time with them.

"What if we switched spots in the middle of the night?" Willow asked. "I mean, if someone gets up to use the bathroom and they come back, trying to squeeze back in the middle could be awkward."

"Pee before you get in bed," Buffy suggested, "and the rule only counts for when we go to sleep, waking up is another matter."

"Good, I'm claiming the middle," Xander decided and tried to climb over Buffy who tightened her grip on Willow so he couldn't slide between them and the three wrestled for a minute amidst a lot of giggling until Xander admitted defeat, lying on top of both of them. "This is comfy," Xander said. "I'm not crushing you guys, am I?"

"Nah, only half your weight is on me," Buffy said. "You are just a big extra blanket."

Willow blushed but didn't say anything, just laying there smiling.

"You guys make a comfortable mattress," Xander said with a grin.

"We aim to please," Buffy said. "Now, who wants to get me a piece of pizza?"

"That would require moving," Willow said smugly, "and sadly I am completely pinned down."

Buffy grinned. "Oh, Xander…"

"Hold on, let me see if I've developed telekinesis in the last five minutes," Xander said as he wrinkled his brow and seemed to be concentrating.

After a few seconds Buffy rolled her eyes. "Don't think you've got it, Xan."

"Shhh, you're breaking my concentration," Xander said as seriously as possible while trying not to smile. "I almost had it."

Buffy waited, wondering what Xander was up to for a minute before it hit her. "You're just stalling, hoping I'll get impatient and get up."

Xander opened his eyes and looked at her, slapping a surprised look on his face. "Have you developed telepathy?!"

Willow giggled as Buffy lost patience and began tickling Xander before a free-for-all broke out and everyone tickled everyone else. When it was all over Xander actually did manage to get in between them and now they were laying on him as all three panted for breath.

"We're going to starve to death, aren't we?" Buffy asked as solemnly as possible.

"I'm afraid so," Willow said just as solemnly. "It looks like we're doomed."

"If only there were some big, strong man to save us," Buffy said melodramatically.

Xander grinned knowing they were just messing with him now. "I'm willing to try telekinesis again, why don't you two try as well?"

Buffy stuck her tongue out at him.

"Come on, give it a shot," Xander said. "Who knows, maybe it will work!"

He glared at the pizza across the dimly lit room.

"Fine, but if that fails, you have to get up and retrieve the pizza," Buffy argued.

"Alright," Xander agreed, knowing he was going to end up getting the pizza but putting it off as long as possible, "but you two have to actually try and see if you've developed telekinetic powers in the last five minutes."

"Okay, on the count of three," Willow agreed. "One, two, three…"

The three glared at the pizza with looks of intense concentration on their faces and after a second it inched slightly towards them. All three stared wide eyed.

"I didn't just imagine that, did I?" Willow asked.

"If you did, so did I," Xander assured her.

"I think we moved the pizza… about a centimeter," Buffy said, after a few seconds of silence she added, "and it's still out of reach, so…"

Xander turned to look Buffy in the eyes. "We just made an object move by our will alone and you're more concerned with pizza than trying it out?!"

"It's pizza," Buffy said, "and I'm hungry."

"Okay, fair point," Xander conceded. "Fine, I'll get up and get the pizza, but I'm accidentally groping you both on the way out of bed."

"In that case grab the soda too," Buffy said.

Xander grinned and slid out from under Buffy and Willow, both yelping as his hands took brief liberties to get them to move. He yelped and practically leapt out of bed as someone goosed him.

"Cold!" he complained as the two girls huddled together under the blanket with matching smirks. He hurried over to the fireplace and set a couple more logs on the fire, before snatching up an unopened pizza box, a two liter, and dashing back.

Willow held up the edge of the blanket so he could get in on her side as he dropped them on the covers and practically dove in.

"My hero," Buffy said with a smile, opening the box and snatching up a piece of cold pizza.

"Does it count as heroic if there's groping involved?" Willow teased.

"It got us pizza and we didn't have to get out of bed," Buffy pointed out, "so I'd say yes, if just to encourage him to do it again."

"Good idea," Willow said, pulling Xander tightly against her, surprised she was being so forward. "My hero!"

"Heroic Xander, that's me," Xander joked as Willow wiggled against him, getting situated as he warmed back up.

"How long does it take for the room to heat up in the morning?" Buffy asked, noting how the room brightened up as the logs caught.

"An hour or so," Xander guessed, grabbing a slice for himself as he realized he was hungry.

"I really wish I'd listened to you years ago," Willow said, "this is awesome!"

"Thanks," Xander said, "I am proud of this place."

"I think she means being able to spend time away from the Hellmouth with friends," Buffy said, "though your cottage is amazing. I had no idea you could build something like this."

"You should have seen some of my early attempts," Xander said, "but thankfully I found some really good books on basic construction and outdoor living that made it loads easier."

"How much time have you spent here?" Buffy asked curiously.

Xander considered her question and tried to puzzle it aloud, "Let's see… about two to twelve hours a day every day or two since I was twelve or thirteen… makes it… a lot. I've spent a lot of time here. Thankfully it doesn't seem to make me older or anything, just like in the books."

"How is it the books are written about the White Witch being defeated decades ago and she's still undefeated now?" Willow asked.

"My guess is that this Narnia has more than one entrance and it's still waiting for the kids to show up from their world," Xander replied. "From what I can gather it's still pretty early in the story, so I'm staying out of it. I know what's going to happen and I'm not going to screw that up."

"And if you're wrong?" Buffy asked.

"Sniper rifle," Xander replied instantly. "I can get modern firearms and train some of the animals. If they can wield swords, they can throw grenades, but I'm not going to interfere unless I have to. For the most part it's a cold war, no pun intended, with little actual fighting. Think occupied France during World War Two. Of course I could be wrong and it's a seasonal thing, where each side takes over from the other and it goes back and forth. There's also the possibility that this place is set up to run whoever shows up through the same adventure, like a magical mystery tour, and it all resets."

"Spent some time thinking about it?" Willow asked.

"I've had plenty of time to do so," Xander agreed. "My first thought was to grab you and Jesse and then we'd pick up a fourth and become Kings and Queens just like in the books, but that didn't work out like I thought it would, so I decided to just make my own place and take a wait and see approach."

"Makes sense," Buffy agreed. "If you were really the chosen one, they'd bust down your door and drag you off. Trust me, I know."

Hearing the exhaustion in Buffy's voice, Xander pulled her into a hug, squishing Willow between them, "Exactly, and here you aren't the chosen one, daughter of Eve. You are just my friend Buffy who gets too little sleep."

"Thanks," Buffy said, sounding relaxed once more, her worries forgotten. "You know if you'd told me yesterday that I'd be in a cottage in the woods, spooned up with my best friends eating cold pizza, I'd have thought you were high, but I gotta say, I'm hoping to do this a lot."

"Me too!" Willow quickly agreed. "Though I do want to bring some more lights and maybe a sofa for in front of the fireplace."

"Find one that can fit through the wardrobe and I'll carry it," Xander offered, "though we may have better luck building our own and just bringing the cushions for one."

"Or we could just get a bunch of cushions and a rug," Buffy said. "We can build a big nest of blankets and cushions."

"Also good," Willow said.

"You really just sleep and read?" Buffy asked Xander.

"And build," Xander said. "No TV or video games, but then I come here to relax and chill."

"Well, you certainly have enough books," Buffy said, looking at all the shelves.

"Books, comics, and magazines," Xander said.

"Magazines?" Buffy asked with a smirk.

"Okay, skip the magazines," Xander said, embarrassed.

"I'd like to read some magazines," Willow said 'innocently', trying not to laugh.

"I hear they have great articles," Buffy agreed before Xander started tickling her.

Typing by: Abyssal Angel

TN: "Find one that can fit through the wardrobe and I'll carry it," Xander offered.

That's what Ikea is for. That, and beanbag chairs.