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AN: This is untitled and unbeta'd and not to be taken serously so don't say I didn't warn you.
After handing Buffy the small bag Anya re-snapped her jeans. She had to had to suck in just a little bit more than she would've liked. Curse those guilt induced snack binges. She tried to convince herself that Xander would jump at the chance if the situation were reversed . After all, she was helping his friend recover from post traumatic resurrection syndrome. "This needs to stop before Xander starts to wonder if I'm pregnant. I'm gaining guilt-weight for you, and you don't even like me."
Buffy put sack down without even saying thank you, and looked for her panties under sagging training room sofa. Anya knew this was to avoid looking at her. Buffy only bothered to put her underwear back on forty percent of the time. "I like you Anya, and not for just this."
"If you can have sex you should be able to say it," Anya said.
"Not just for sex, you tell me the truth. That's kind of novel these days; with Spike gone it's all quiet on the truth front," Buffy said. She had that lost puppy sound in her voice again. The one that led to pleasurable comfort sex and post orgasm Oreos. It made Anya love her, it felt so good to be truly needed but it also made her hate her too, Buffy was using her, but it was better to act like it didn't matter.
"The only reason you like the truth is that you're certain that the answer to Does this make me look fat? is always no."
Buffy stood and looked at the too thin hand holding the lavender thong. "I should ask does this make me look cadaverous. It's what I am, something dead, right?"
"Buffy, look at me, you aren't dead and that's a good thing. I just gave something I would never waste on anyone dead or even undead."
"You've said you've had sex with vampires before. So much for truth!"
"I'm not talking about orgasms. I just gave you my stash of Dove Promises. There's no way I'd throw away good chocolate like that on a zombie or a vamp, not even to keep from eating it myself! Your taste buds are all living, missy. You just need to try. Stop pretending to and really try. Life isn't so bad not when there's chocolate."
Buffy cried and it wasn't the reluctant silent tears that would sometimes squeeze out her eyes. It was big Lucy Ricardo sobs. Between hiccups Buffy told her that her mom used to say the same thing. That life wasn't so bad when there was chocolate. Mentioning Joyce made Anya start to cry nearly as hard as Buffy. Anya was pretty certain that this was what Buffy had needed all along.
A partner with 1100 years of sexual experience was just a gift with purchase.
After handing Buffy the small bag Anya re-snapped her jeans. She had to had to suck in just a little bit more than she would've liked. Curse those guilt induced snack binges. She tried to convince herself that Xander would jump at the chance if the situation were reversed . After all, she was helping his friend recover from post traumatic resurrection syndrome. "This needs to stop before Xander starts to wonder if I'm pregnant. I'm gaining guilt-weight for you, and you don't even like me."
Buffy put sack down without even saying thank you, and looked for her panties under sagging training room sofa. Anya knew this was to avoid looking at her. Buffy only bothered to put her underwear back on forty percent of the time. "I like you Anya, and not for just this."
"If you can have sex you should be able to say it," Anya said.
"Not just for sex, you tell me the truth. That's kind of novel these days; with Spike gone it's all quiet on the truth front," Buffy said. She had that lost puppy sound in her voice again. The one that led to pleasurable comfort sex and post orgasm Oreos. It made Anya love her, it felt so good to be truly needed but it also made her hate her too, Buffy was using her, but it was better to act like it didn't matter.
"The only reason you like the truth is that you're certain that the answer to Does this make me look fat? is always no."
Buffy stood and looked at the too thin hand holding the lavender thong. "I should ask does this make me look cadaverous. It's what I am, something dead, right?"
"Buffy, look at me, you aren't dead and that's a good thing. I just gave something I would never waste on anyone dead or even undead."
"You've said you've had sex with vampires before. So much for truth!"
"I'm not talking about orgasms. I just gave you my stash of Dove Promises. There's no way I'd throw away good chocolate like that on a zombie or a vamp, not even to keep from eating it myself! Your taste buds are all living, missy. You just need to try. Stop pretending to and really try. Life isn't so bad not when there's chocolate."
Buffy cried and it wasn't the reluctant silent tears that would sometimes squeeze out her eyes. It was big Lucy Ricardo sobs. Between hiccups Buffy told her that her mom used to say the same thing. That life wasn't so bad when there was chocolate. Mentioning Joyce made Anya start to cry nearly as hard as Buffy. Anya was pretty certain that this was what Buffy had needed all along.
A partner with 1100 years of sexual experience was just a gift with purchase.
