Fear the Easter Bunny

by Erin Griffin

Fandom: Buffy

Pairing: Anya/Tara (slightly), slight mention of Willow/Tara. Really, if you blink you'll miss all the femslash in this piece.

Disclaimer: Joss and Mutant Enemy own Buffy, I am just playing with them for a little bit.

AN: I just want to try writing a spoofy story after so much angst in other stories. Plus, I have never written an ABC story or an Easter story, so I wanted to see what I could come up with. I really wouldn't be surprised if this concept has been done before.

"Anya?" Tara knocked again on the bathroom door. "Anya honey, W-Willow was just saying-"

"Baskets?! HA! You will NOT accept an oversized bunny on our doorstep, and who KNOWS what is in that basket he'll leave for you!"

"Come on, Anya. The Easter Bunny-" There was an echoed moan from inside the bathroom. "-is a m-myth for th-the kids, like Santa Clause-"

"Damn it, how many times do I have to tell you, Santa is real? He just likes to leave blood and entrails in his wake instead of toys."

"Either way, this one isn't r-real. I think Willow was just saying that to get to you."

"Freaky little redhead was, was being really mean!" Anya said with a bit of a pout in her voice.

Gently, Tara asked, "Are you going to stay a-and pout in the bathtub, or are you going to let me in?"

"Hell no!" she said vehemently. "And what do eggs have to do with oversized bunnies, anyway?" Anya asked herself.

"I could just u-use magic to pick the lock."

"Just do it then. I am not allowing the Easter Bunny or Willow anywhere near me."

Knocking again but not getting a response, Tara used a small spell to unlock the door. She walked in and locked it behind her.

"Locks can't keep you out," Anya said softly when she saw Tara .

"M-Maybe the locks that have a lot of hardcore spells on them, but n-not Buffy's little bathroom door. Buffy's good, but she's not that good."

"Not hardly," Anya agreed.

"Okay, you want to tell me what's really bothering you? You're not quite that afraid of a-a giant bunny, since I've heard your story on how you dressed up as one."

"Perhaps there is something else bothering me."

Quietly, Tara put down the toilet seat and sat on top of it as she looked over at Anya, who was trying to hide behind the curtain. "I'm here for you."

"Really?" Anya asked, surprised.

"Seriously, what's the matter? I get the feeling it has nothing to do w-with Easter, and you just used that as an excuse to sulk in the bathtub. Strange, by the way."

" Tara , I-" Anya sat up straighter and got on her knees long enough to lean forward to kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for making me feel better."

"Uh..." Tara was speechless. She could feel her cheeks redden as she felt the slight burn from where the ex-demon kissed her. "I helped you?"

"Very much. I felt like I didn't have a friend here earlier, and Willow just made it worse. I'm sure she's too nice to realize when she's being a real bitch."

"Well..." Tara said slowly, not wanting to comment either way on that last part. "W-Wanna w-watch Xena with me? It comes on in a couple of m-minutes. "

"Xena?"

"Yeah." Tara stood and held her hand out to Anya. "I have chocolate," she added hopefully. She told herself to pour it in a bowl so Anya wouldn't see the packaging.

"Zipity whoohoo, or whatever the happy phrase is." There was a look from Tara ; Anya shrugged. "Whatever, just keep Willow away from me until Monday's here."