Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or places in this story that are
from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, I only own the stuff that is obviously not
on the show.
1.
"And no touching the wine, Dawn," Buffy said as she adjusted her hair. Dawn nodded mechanically as usual. "Alright. Ok. I never do." Buffy smiled and gave Dawn's hair a toussle. Dawn grinned back. Her sister was almost back to normal. Well, not quite normal, Buffy would probably never be normal again (and after all- what IS normal in Sunnydale, anyway?). But now that Giles had returned (even if temporarily), Buffy had been happier. Of course, it also helped that Spike and she were on much.. friendlier terms now, and Anya and Xander had reunited. They were all going out somewhere or another important now, and Dawn had chosen to stay at home. She grinned to herself as they hurried out the door. She was never one for details. She could care less about fighting right now. Right now, her sister only needed one thing to make her feel 100% fantastic.
Dawn grinned to herself as she reached for one of Willow's older boxes. She had seen something in here a long time ago.. "Aha!" Dawn exclaimed outloud. "There you are."
The next Day..
Buffy tossed herself into a chair with the newest 'Cosmo', of course,
with no intentions of reading it. She flipped through the pages in hopes of
distraction but nothing could take her attention away from the thought at
hand: Spike. Though they were close, there was still some things that needed
to be said. Of course, Buffy had too much pride to say any of them. Sighing,
she tossed Dawn's magazine. At the same time, a knock came at the door.
"Come in," Buffy answered, blandly. Xander poked his head into the room. "I
think there's something seriously wrong with me, Buffy." Buffy raised her
eyebrows "So what else is new?" He shook his head. "No, seriously wrong. I
mean, this is a BAD BAD moral thing..." Buffy nodded pretentiously.
"Alright, so either you come in and tell me what it is, or you come back
when you make more sense, Xander. I have things to do." Xander made a
strained expression. "Can't.." Buffy had lost all patience at this point and
jumped to her feet. "Dammit, Xander, spell it out." In a violent explosion
of motion, Xander abrubtly flung open the door. Buffy's eyes grew about 2
sizes bigger as Xander, still looking strained, struck a pose in his
now-ripped-open button down shirt and his neon green jockeys. Unable to stay
serious, Buffy burst into laughter and collasped onto the floor. "I...
hahahaha... didn't even know jockey's that color exsisted!" She squealed. Suddenly Xander started to dance in a possesed kind of
manner. He had a weird look in his eye "Xander, geez, what the hell is your
problem all of a sudden?" Xander started to speak mechanically. "Buffy. I've wanted you for so long. Let me rub whipped cream and chocolate syrup all over you and give you a bath." Buffy continued to laugh. But then, in one abrubt movement he threw himself ontop of her.
Anya's head jerked up. "What was that?" Giles glanced at the ceiling.
"Somebody's having a tantrum." Anya replaced the old milk in the fridge with
buttermilk. "So when do you have to leave again, Giles?" Giles shook his
head. "I don't really know yet. Just until I have to go." Anya looked Giles
over. For some reason, he looked much better this morning. Almost.. rugged.
Anya shook her head and looked at him again. "Mmm.. yummy." She slapped her
hand over her mouth. *Where on earth did THAT come from, Anya?* She thought.
Giles eyed her curiously. "What?" "Mm yummy buttermilk. Hehe." Anya gulped
down a glass. "Anya, you're a strange girl." Anya licked the liquid off her
fingers. "Yes.. but you like me, right?" Giles looked up from his book just
in time to see Anya rip off her shirt.
Meanwhile, Tara and Willow...
1.
"And no touching the wine, Dawn," Buffy said as she adjusted her hair. Dawn nodded mechanically as usual. "Alright. Ok. I never do." Buffy smiled and gave Dawn's hair a toussle. Dawn grinned back. Her sister was almost back to normal. Well, not quite normal, Buffy would probably never be normal again (and after all- what IS normal in Sunnydale, anyway?). But now that Giles had returned (even if temporarily), Buffy had been happier. Of course, it also helped that Spike and she were on much.. friendlier terms now, and Anya and Xander had reunited. They were all going out somewhere or another important now, and Dawn had chosen to stay at home. She grinned to herself as they hurried out the door. She was never one for details. She could care less about fighting right now. Right now, her sister only needed one thing to make her feel 100% fantastic.
Dawn grinned to herself as she reached for one of Willow's older boxes. She had seen something in here a long time ago.. "Aha!" Dawn exclaimed outloud. "There you are."
The next Day..
Buffy tossed herself into a chair with the newest 'Cosmo', of course,
with no intentions of reading it. She flipped through the pages in hopes of
distraction but nothing could take her attention away from the thought at
hand: Spike. Though they were close, there was still some things that needed
to be said. Of course, Buffy had too much pride to say any of them. Sighing,
she tossed Dawn's magazine. At the same time, a knock came at the door.
"Come in," Buffy answered, blandly. Xander poked his head into the room. "I
think there's something seriously wrong with me, Buffy." Buffy raised her
eyebrows "So what else is new?" He shook his head. "No, seriously wrong. I
mean, this is a BAD BAD moral thing..." Buffy nodded pretentiously.
"Alright, so either you come in and tell me what it is, or you come back
when you make more sense, Xander. I have things to do." Xander made a
strained expression. "Can't.." Buffy had lost all patience at this point and
jumped to her feet. "Dammit, Xander, spell it out." In a violent explosion
of motion, Xander abrubtly flung open the door. Buffy's eyes grew about 2
sizes bigger as Xander, still looking strained, struck a pose in his
now-ripped-open button down shirt and his neon green jockeys. Unable to stay
serious, Buffy burst into laughter and collasped onto the floor. "I...
hahahaha... didn't even know jockey's that color exsisted!" She squealed. Suddenly Xander started to dance in a possesed kind of
manner. He had a weird look in his eye "Xander, geez, what the hell is your
problem all of a sudden?" Xander started to speak mechanically. "Buffy. I've wanted you for so long. Let me rub whipped cream and chocolate syrup all over you and give you a bath." Buffy continued to laugh. But then, in one abrubt movement he threw himself ontop of her.
Anya's head jerked up. "What was that?" Giles glanced at the ceiling.
"Somebody's having a tantrum." Anya replaced the old milk in the fridge with
buttermilk. "So when do you have to leave again, Giles?" Giles shook his
head. "I don't really know yet. Just until I have to go." Anya looked Giles
over. For some reason, he looked much better this morning. Almost.. rugged.
Anya shook her head and looked at him again. "Mmm.. yummy." She slapped her
hand over her mouth. *Where on earth did THAT come from, Anya?* She thought.
Giles eyed her curiously. "What?" "Mm yummy buttermilk. Hehe." Anya gulped
down a glass. "Anya, you're a strange girl." Anya licked the liquid off her
fingers. "Yes.. but you like me, right?" Giles looked up from his book just
in time to see Anya rip off her shirt.
Meanwhile, Tara and Willow...