Chapter 9: Mostly Filler

by kittybeenbad

(Anya's POV)

Sex. Yummy. I mean I remember it being good...well I assume I remember it being good. But, I don't remember it being that good! Maybe it was the ropes...

I smile to myself and snuggle up to the warm body.

Which is Xander's chest. Mmmm warm yummy man chest. Hmmmmm...

"Xander...Xander..." I say smacking the body part in question.

Xander lets out a few grunts and groans and then merely turns all the way over.

I sigh and then look over at his new position.

Heehee, Xander butt.

I smack him some more. This time harder. And on the body part in question.

He grunts and then finally flutters his eyes open, looking at me groggily.

"Wha'sit?" he asks, still half asleep.

"Sex...lots of it...preferably now," I say.

Without giving him time to respond I slide further under the covers and throw my body over him in a tight straddle.

(Buffy's POV)

Don't stare...

I quickly turn away from Angel's form as I mentally scold myself. Instead looking at the dresser, the night stand, anything to keep her eyes away from my former boyfriend.

Boyfriend?

I smile a little.

God there goes my eyes again...Bad Buffy, bad!

"Morning..."

I nearly jump at the voice.

Sure, Angel was all gentlemanly and stayed by the bedside rather then ON the bed, but still. Can't be a connection like this...or something. In any case now HE'S staring at ME so I should probably say something.

"Morning..."

Real smooth Buffy. Jeez, where's my clever wit now?

"Have a good sleep?" I ask

Real smooth, everyone knows that...

"...Vamps don't sleep like you remem...or I guess you wouldn't..." he says, frowning slightly and scratching the back of his head. "Guess we should find Faith today, huh?"

"Reckon we should," I say with a little determined nod.

"That's what I thought," he says, a strange little twinkle present in his eyes.

I grin wider.

(Tara's Pov)

God this is so nice.

I'm awake but I keep my eyes closed, just enjoying the sensation of being next to Willow.

We must have talked all night, about everything...well everything but us, but still, it was so nice. I love this. I can't say I miss it because I can't remember having it...but...it's so nice...

Suddenly Willow shoots up from the bed, her eyes going wide, and I jump up too in response.

"W..What's w..wrong...?" I manage, both confused and scared with this sudden movement.

"I've got it!" she cries.

"Got w..what?" I say, still not recovered.

"How to get our memories back!" she says before jumping out of bed.