I don't know how I managed to get any sleep at all with Whine-athon going on all night with his paranoid little ramblings on how some guy named big Al was going to make him his man-bitch or something in the big house. This place really gets to him, I think. He's going crazy. And of course I have to be his cellmate. Didn't this place have any singles
( ... )
I had to smile, looking down at Andrew, who was standing there trying so hard to look nonchalant about the whole situation. He was beautiful. Perfect.
So beautiful and so perfect that we must now fight with knives?The situation in itself was so absurd and funny in that moment that I actually giggled down at him, my eyes fairly wild with my own triumph. It was hilarious, really. Here we were, standing here in a police station with blood on my hands, Andrew looking so smug, and the slayer dead. We were more human than human
( ... )
I nodded, giving him a narrow-eyed, knowing look. Oh yeah, keepin' it cool. I knew this game. I could play along. I could-
And suddenly I was swinging around and the world was spinning around us as Warren was kissing my cheek. There. In front of all the peacekeepers of Sunnydale and Jonathan.
"I missed you, kitten. I'm sorry I had to leave you behind. I would never have not come back for you."
Confusing as well as dizziness set in as Warren put me back down on the ground. Well... he was definitely happy about something. Maybe he missed me that much? But... I was right. I was SO right! He missed me and didn't want to leave me and now he was here to rescue me and we would go off together and it would be totally great and -
I wobbled a bit backwards after Warren's spin cycle, clinging to his arm for a moment so I wouldn't fall over.
"Jonathan! It feels like forever, how've you been?"My stomach did a weird floppy thing. Warren wasn't going to take him with us, was he? Because after what I said to
( ... )
"So... what's got you in such a good mood? You're pretty chipper for a guy who's evil plans of super villainy, invulnerability, and bank robbing...er, ility were foiled last night. What happened?"
"Foiled? Oh far from it, true believer. Oh, ye of little faith." I answered Andrew calmly, steering him down the sidewalk.
"But it's not something I can talk about here, let's wait until we get to my house. Besides, I've got a lot of packing to do today. It would be best for Ma if I was moved out by the end of the week, trust me. That way, the heat will be off her if anything happens. Not that it will."
I was speaking very quickly, gripping Andrew's arm tightly as if he was a blind person that I was leading to the supermarket or something. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears.
"Oh. Oh, kitten. Things have changed. Hurry up, there are things I need to tell you."
Despite the magnitude of all that had happened in the last few minutes, there was a part of me that couldn't shake the knowledge that this was all so...coolI was like...I
( ... )
Everything was moving so fast. I feel like what Buffy must have felt like when Warren stuck that temporal distortion chip on her, except you know, sexier. I blinked, and realized that my shirt had been peeled off, which was a relief, as it was getting way too hot with that on. We hadn't really even done anything yet and already I was panting. The only rush I'd ever felt like this was after I summoned anything big, but even that was just this really quick whoosh. This was a whoosh that just kept going.
Warren's hands kept moving over my body, dragging more whimpers from me. I must have sounded so pathetic making those quiet little sounds. Like... like a girl or something. But, what else was I supposed to do? I- sure, I'd thought about doing this kind of thing with Warren - I mean no I haven't... but if I did, I don't think the exact pitch of my voice was would have been my top priority in my thoughts. He didn't seem to mind, though
( ... )
I knocked on the door of the small house, hoping that the people I was looking for were home. I can't believe I'd sunken so low to go on a geek hunt.
"Hello???" I shouted, leaning against the doorbell so it rang.
What could they possibly be doing? They killed the Slayer already, were they playing Dungeons and Dragons... or setting up video cameras for their sick pleasure?
"Is anyone home?" I yelled again, ringing the doorbell repeatedly.
God, Andrew was so hot when he was like this. When he let all of his inhibitions go, when he arched his back against me like that, when he moaned like a starving man staring wide-eyed at a feast spread out in front of him. His head was thrown back, his eyes clenched shut, his long, pale throat exposed in a way that made me want to lower my head and nip his heated flesh with my teeth.
"No... You’re perfect."
I smirked down at him. "Yeah, I'm pretty hot, aren't I?"
The sound of my own zipper sounded deafening in my ears, and the feel of Andrew's shy hand slowly dragging it down was causing a slight rush of vertigo. My erection throbbed a little painfully against my jeans, but it was okay because soon there was going to be nakedness and then sex and everything was going to be perfect and mind-blowing and feel so good...
"Oh sorry, were you sleeping?" I asked half-heartedly as I walked past him and into his house.
"So this is where you live. Nice place... where are all the computers and invisible-ray-guns?"
Warren just stood there looking confused,
"I'm Anya. You know, the one you saw having sex with Spike? On the table? Yes, well even though you killed two of my friends... I need some help. You see, I don't really have a place to stay, and I'm not really able to become a demon again right now and I'm feeling all vengeful, and I heard you were the one to go to if I wanted to hurt someone's feelings... or something."
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I had to smile, looking down at Andrew, who was standing there trying so hard to look nonchalant about the whole situation. He was beautiful. Perfect.
So beautiful and so perfect that we must now fight with knives?The situation in itself was so absurd and funny in that moment that I actually giggled down at him, my eyes fairly wild with my own triumph. It was hilarious, really. Here we were, standing here in a police station with blood on my hands, Andrew looking so smug, and the slayer dead. We were more human than human ( ... )
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I nodded, giving him a narrow-eyed, knowing look. Oh yeah, keepin' it cool. I knew this game. I could play along. I could-
And suddenly I was swinging around and the world was spinning around us as Warren was kissing my cheek. There. In front of all the peacekeepers of Sunnydale and Jonathan.
"I missed you, kitten. I'm sorry I had to leave you behind. I would never have not come back for you."
Confusing as well as dizziness set in as Warren put me back down on the ground. Well... he was definitely happy about something. Maybe he missed me that much? But... I was right. I was SO right! He missed me and didn't want to leave me and now he was here to rescue me and we would go off together and it would be totally great and -
I wobbled a bit backwards after Warren's spin cycle, clinging to his arm for a moment so I wouldn't fall over.
"Jonathan! It feels like forever, how've you been?"My stomach did a weird floppy thing. Warren wasn't going to take him with us, was he? Because after what I said to ( ... )
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"Foiled? Oh far from it, true believer. Oh, ye of little faith." I answered Andrew calmly, steering him down the sidewalk.
"But it's not something I can talk about here, let's wait until we get to my house. Besides, I've got a lot of packing to do today. It would be best for Ma if I was moved out by the end of the week, trust me. That way, the heat will be off her if anything happens. Not that it will."
I was speaking very quickly, gripping Andrew's arm tightly as if he was a blind person that I was leading to the supermarket or something. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears.
"Oh. Oh, kitten. Things have changed. Hurry up, there are things I need to tell you."
Despite the magnitude of all that had happened in the last few minutes, there was a part of me that couldn't shake the knowledge that this was all so...coolI was like...I ( ... )
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Warren's hands kept moving over my body, dragging more whimpers from me. I must have sounded so pathetic making those quiet little sounds. Like... like a girl or something. But, what else was I supposed to do? I- sure, I'd thought about doing this kind of thing with Warren - I mean no I haven't... but if I did, I don't think the exact pitch of my voice was would have been my top priority in my thoughts. He didn't seem to mind, though ( ... )
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"Hello???" I shouted, leaning against the doorbell so it rang.
What could they possibly be doing? They killed the Slayer already, were they playing Dungeons and Dragons... or setting up video cameras for their sick pleasure?
"Is anyone home?" I yelled again, ringing the doorbell repeatedly.
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"No... You’re perfect."
I smirked down at him. "Yeah, I'm pretty hot, aren't I?"
The sound of my own zipper sounded deafening in my ears, and the feel of Andrew's shy hand slowly dragging it down was causing a slight rush of vertigo. My erection throbbed a little painfully against my jeans, but it was okay because soon there was going to be nakedness and then sex and everything was going to be perfect and mind-blowing and feel so good...
Riiiiiing!The fucking doorbell ( ... )
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"Oh sorry, were you sleeping?" I asked half-heartedly as I walked past him and into his house.
"So this is where you live. Nice place... where are all the computers and invisible-ray-guns?"
Warren just stood there looking confused,
"I'm Anya. You know, the one you saw having sex with Spike? On the table? Yes, well even though you killed two of my friends... I need some help. You see, I don't really have a place to stay, and I'm not really able to become a demon again right now and I'm feeling all vengeful, and I heard you were the one to go to if I wanted to hurt someone's feelings... or something."
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