With a final groan of ecstacy, Xander and Anya finished making love…again. It had been the second time that day, but when they were alone, they were insatiable and had no control over the urges.
A blissful calm rushed over them both as Xander collapsed on his pillow, Anya nestling her head into Xander's collarbone. They laid there contently for what seemed like seconds, when in fact it had been closer to an hour.
Anya sighed dreamily and murmured, "Now I know".
Xander replied in a perplexed manner, "Know what sweetie?"
"Nothing, just hold me."
Xander was sufficed to agree, and pulled her in closer to his chest.
"It never made sense, these girls wanted to wish such horrible things. I just put it down to the estrogen flowing through their system, like a personal brand of psychotic adrenaline. But it's more than that. So much more."
Xander smirked and replied "It's called love, An."
"It hurts, Xander."
"Hmm?"
"I'm going to have to get up and go to the magic shop eventually, and you're going to have to go to work, and you can't hold me like this when we're apart." She stated in a panicked tone.
"Then we won't get up, we'll just stay like this forever."
Anya nodded, worried all the same.
"And if we do have to get up, we'll just find each other again and curl up together, and then we won't get up."
"This is what drives them mad, Xander….love hurts."
"But sometimes it's a good hurt."
With that, Xander kissed her forehead and drifted off, holding the woman he would propose to, later that day.
A/N – OK, this shows I am not above throwing in Incubus lyrics to prove a point. Please review, its better than not reviewing *nudges cookie towards reader*….you leave review, you take cookie, crisis averted.