Title: A Little Holiday Experimentation

By: evans (aka Roswell428)

Written for the TTH Fic For All 2004 Holiday Challenge

Pairing: Anya and Carrie Bradshaw

Disclaimer: I own nothing, as usual.

Anya knocked on the door of the apartment as she admired the wreath hanging on it. It wasn't as expensive looking as was her taste, but it was still nice enough. The door was opened by an attractive blonde, thirty-something woman.

"Are you Carrie Bradshaw," she asked.

"Yes, I'm Carrie," she replied looking slightly confused. "What's this about?"

"Can I come in? I'll explain inside."

"Sure." Carrie allowed her into her apartment.

"I understand that until recently you had been seeing a certain… Mr. Big. Is that correct?" Anya asked, looking down at a piece of paper she had pulled from her pocket, as she prepared to lead up to having Carrie make a wish. 'Getting dumped right before the holiday season,' she thought. 'Men are evil.'

"How do you know that? Who are you?"

"Who I am isn't important… well, no, I am. I obviously am important. I am an important person who has feelings which I wish Xander would come to understand. Men can be so dense, you know? I mean they are totally worthless and undeserving creatures and obviously the only reason women keep them around is for orgasms. I know I certainly like lots and lots of orgasms, which is really the only reason I kept Xander around for as long as I did, cause I mean I obviously didn't need him. I am a strong independent woman who needs nobody. The only thing I ever 'needed' from him was orgasms, which his penis could give me, but I could give those to myself as well. Though it is better if it is someone else giving you the orgasm." Anya ranted, lost in her own emotional distress over Xander's betrayal. She stopped and suddenly looked at Carrie in a new light. "Would you like to have sex?"

Carrie, who had been slowly backing away, stopped dead in her tracks. "What?!?"

"Would you like to have sex?" Anya repeated calmly. "I mean, it makes perfect sense. Men are worthless creatures who deserve nothing, least of the all pleasure they get from us when they give us orgasms and orgasms are always better when they are given by someone else, which only leaves women. And obviously women give each other very good orgasms, or there wouldn't be so many lesbians in the world. And I find you attractive and you must find me attractive, so I say we forget about men and give each other orgasms."

Carrie could only stare dumbfounded at her through her speech. What she said did make sense, in a perverse sort of way. Mr. Big had really hurt her and though she had never really been into women, there were women out there who lived happy and contented life styles that way. And it certainly couldn't hurt to experiment. Besides, the woman in front of her certainly was attractive, if not a little bizarre.

"Sure. I guess... What's your name?" Carrie asked.

"Oh, my name's Anya," Anya said as she pulled off her top and unzipped her skirt. "Let's get started shall we? I seriously need an orgasm right now."

Carrie still somewhat shocked could only reach for her own clothes. This was the wildest proposition she had ever received. Still though, she was in need of an orgasm too. Maybe Anya could give it to her. That was her last thought before Anya moved in for the kill- then she wasn't able to form coherent thoughts any longer.