TITLE: "Pillow Talk"

AUTHOR: Doctor Strangelove (strangelove317@hotmail.com)
RATING: PG, for the use of the word "orgasm".
PAIRINGS: Giles/Anya.
SPOILERS: Up to the end of Season 6. Takes place about a month after that.
FEEDBACK: I'd love it.
DISCLAIMER: Joss owns all the Buffy characters.

"Pillow Talk"

Written by: Doctor Strangelove

"Hmm." Anya sighed and snuggled up against Rupert Giles, her current boyfriend, I'm sorry, correction, her fiancé. Tonight he had proposed over dinner and she had readily accepted, and this time she was sure it would work out. Maybe.

"What is it dear?" Rupert, or Giles as he's more commonly known, asked his bride-to-be.

"It's nothing, really, I'm fine."

"If you're so fine, then why did you go 'Hmm'?"

"I didn't."

Giles decided he was too tired to continue this for very long, "Okay, fine, goodnight."

Anya snuggled even closer and all was quiet for a few minutes as the two slowly drifted off to sleep, until, "Hmm."

Giles immediately sat up and turned on a lamp, "Okay, now that time I know I heard it. Anya, what's bothering you?"

"Really, it's nothing."

"Anya."

Anya finally gave up trying to tell her future husband that nothing was wrong when it quite obviously was. Instead, she took a different approach, "I don't want to talk about it."

"So there is something wrong."

"Of course there's something wrong!" Anya suddenly shouted, like it was so obvious, and to her, it was.

But Giles, who was completely oblivious to the problem was just confused. "Well, what is it then?"

"I said I didn't want to talk about it."

"Is it me?"

"Of course it's not you! I love you! You're not the problem!"

"Is it the wedding then? Do you not want to get married?"

"Do you not want to get married?"

"No, I do want to get married."

A smile crept across Giles's face as it dawned on him, "Oh, I get it now."

"You do?"

"Yes. You've always had trouble with men. That's why you became a vengeance demon. Olaf was no good to you, and then for a thousand plus years after that all you saw were the bad points of our gender. Then you finally meet someone you think you care about and you're having a loving relationship. He then proposes to you, and proceeds to dump you at the altar. Forcing you back into the vengeance demon job and making your opinion of men drop again. So you do want to get married, you're just afraid it'll turn out bad, like the last time."

Anya just looked at him, "That's what you think the problem is?"

"I'm right aren't I?"

Anya looked at her husband again and couldn't help but smile as she reached out to caress his face, "No." She calmly stated as she left the bed and went into the living room of the apartment they shared.

A flabbergasted Giles soon followed, "Is it the apartment then? Do you want a house?"

Anya smiled again, "No."

"Are you worried about our exes being at the wedding? Because I don't have to invite Olivia."

"Who?"

Giles sighed out of frustration, "My orgasm friend."

"Oh, the dark skinned woman. I liked her, no you can invite her."

"So it's not the exes?"

"No."

"Is it the fact that everyone calls me by my last name and you're afraid they'll start doing the same to you, because you're my wife?"

"That's silly."

"Yes, but am I right?"

"No."

Giles smiled as a plan seeped into his mind, "Does it have anything to do with that bunny over your shoulder?"

"No." As it dawned on Anya what he just said she let out an ear piercing shriek and leapt into his arms. Giles started to laugh and she hit him on the shoulder, "That wasn't funny."

"Oh, but it was. Now will you tell me what's wrong?"

"Oh, fine. It's the engagement ring."

"The ring? What's wrong with the ring?"

Anya sighed and rested her head on Giles's shoulder, "The last one was bigger."