"Oh, God…" Xander moaned pitifully. He was beneath Anya, feeling as though his bride to be was bludgeoning him to death.
"Oh, yes," she hissed in return, continuing to ride him like a mechanical bull. She leaned down and nibbled at his ear, something that would normally drive him wild but now only made him whimper and want to crawl away, sobbing.
It was their third session for the night. Their sixth for the day. And Xander was cursing his virility for the first time ever.
"Xander, Xander! Yes!" the former demon screeched as she finally began to climax.
"Yes?" her suffering fiancé asked hopefully, his voice unsteady with exhaustion.
"YES!" she screamed in reply, hearing his query as nothing more than sex talk.
After a few final spasms, it was over. Anya rested her sweat-covered forehead on her lover's shoulder, panting heavily, sated at least for the moment. Xander, on the other hand, was praying to all the Gods he never knew existed and the one's he'd made up over the last few hours for her to be done so that he may live to fight another day.
"Wow," she breathed, still gasping.
Closing his eyes and hoping her next words wouldn't involve 'wanna', 'go' and 'again', he agreed. "Wow indeed."
"So…"
Panic. "So…?"
"Wanna…"
Hyperventilating. "Wanna…?"
"Maybe…"
Distress. "Maybe…?"
"Go…"
All of the above. "No! No more! I can't take more!"
Anya's face changed from one of satisfaction to confusion, before she finally finished her suggestion. "Go take a shower before bed."
Xander was sure that, had he not already been a dark shade of red after his physical exertions, he would have been now. "Oh. Right. Sure."
He quickly jumped up and clapped his hands, hoping that Anya would ignore his outburst. When he turned back towards her, she hadn't moved and was still watching him with a wondering expression.
"What was that?" she demanded in her usual, clipped way of speech.
"Nothing. Uh, what was nothing? I mean what?" he rambled nervously.
"That! This, you're all jittery!"
"No I'm not," he answered, jittery.
"You are. Your mouth in twitching! Why is your mouth twitching?"
Getting himself under some semblance of control, he tried reasoning. "It's nothing. Let's drop this and have our shower, okay?"
"No! We can't drop things. We're going to be married."
He wasn't sure at first, but he bit the bullet and decided that honesty was the best policy.
"That's just it. Ever since we got engaged all you've wanted, I mean more than usual here, is to have sex. Sex, sex, sex all the time. I never though I would complain about that but Anya, come on. You're killing me."
"You don't want me!" she practically shouted.
Or, maybe it wasn't.
"That's not it! It's just that, lately, you've been going into overdrive. I'm tired all the time, I've been slowing down at work. You just…what's going on with you?"
"With me? You're asking what's going on with me? I knew this would happen! After we got engaged you started losing interest in me. Admit it!"
"What? No!"
"Well it's happening, isn't it?"
"That is not what's happening."
"Oh, please. I saw this kind of thing go on for over a thousand years."
And on it went. Xander ended up spending the night on the couch. His only complaint after finally getting a decent night of sleep was a stiff neck. Which, he thought, was better than a stiff something else.