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But why waste a perfectly good drabble...
“You look like you could use a neck rub,” Anya said.
“If that’s all you’re offering?” Giles asked.
“Buffy will be all right.”
“There are some things Slayer healing doesn’t fix, Anya.”
“You say my name a lot,” Anya said. Her strong yet gentle hands worked a particularly hard knot and Giles moaned with pleasure.
“I do?” Giles asked, more than willing to change the subject.
“You say it like it’s an endearment.”
Giles said, “It’s a lovely name. Soft and strong at the same time.” Anya chuckled. “What?” he asked, puzzled.
“Soft and strong? You mean like toilet tissue?”
“You look like you could use a neck rub,” Anya said.
“If that’s all you’re offering?” Giles asked.
“Buffy will be all right.”
“There are some things Slayer healing doesn’t fix, Anya.”
“You say my name a lot,” Anya said. Her strong yet gentle hands worked a particularly hard knot and Giles moaned with pleasure.
“I do?” Giles asked, more than willing to change the subject.
“You say it like it’s an endearment.”
Giles said, “It’s a lovely name. Soft and strong at the same time.” Anya chuckled. “What?” he asked, puzzled.
“Soft and strong? You mean like toilet tissue?”
