Warning: Slashiness and implied threesomeness.
Chapter Three
"Here, drink. And don't spill this one, please." Anya handed Spike his second cup of coffee. The first had 'accidentally' ended up in the potted fern.
" S'terrible! You'd think if you'd been round as long as Ssssstonehenge, you'd at least know how to make a good cuppa coffee," Spike slurred.
"It's not supposed to be good. It's supposed to be strong, so you'll sober up and go home, and Xander and I can have sex."
"Anya..."
She turned to her husband. "What? I'm not trying to be rude. If I thought you'd have sex with Spike in the house, he'd be perfectly welcome to stay."
Xander pulled her out of the living room, towards the bedroom. Which *sounded* promising, but Anya knew from experience that it wouldn't be. "Honey, we *can't* make Spike go back to his crypt right now."
"Why not?"
"Well, he's kinda had a hard day's night..."
"That reference makes no more sense in practice than it does in pop lyrics. Have you been drinking too?"
Xander shook his head, impatiently, and Anya wondered just what she wasn't getting *this* time. "No. I mean that Spike got himself so blasted that he didn't care if the whole town saw him dancing naked on the roof of the Bronze."
"Naked? *I* didn't get to see him naked! Why didn't you call me?"
Xander ignored that, as he ignored many of her perfectly logical questions. "I think he's still in a pretty bad way over Buffy."
"So why do *you* care? I thought you hated Spike?" When Xander was quiet for a moment, she offered, "You empathize with him because you used to have a hopeless crush on Buffy too?"
Quick shake of the head, and his hands on her arms. "No. I haven't felt that way about Buffy for years, Anya. I thought you knew that."
"I do. That's why I said 'used to.'"
"Oh." He paused. "I guess I just don't think it would be nice to send him back to his crypt naked, in the rain. He'd probably walk back to the Bronze and look for his damn pack of wet cigarettes, wherever they fell, and catch pneumonia."
"Don't catch diseases, pet, but it's nice to know you care." Spike stood in the doorway, still holding his cup of coffee, blanket slipped down to his hips.
"Xander! You didn't tell me he was *still* naked!"
