Anya yawned and stretched casually, savoring the haze of sleep. Finally, her mind was functional enough to run through her daily morning checklist. Humanity - a quick swipe over her face to check. Gender - yep, breasts and assorted other female features, present. She slid her hand over to confirm the presence of another body in the bed, but the usual thought of 'lover' didn't trigger an image of Xander in her mind. She paused, startled, and began reviewing the sort of thoughts that tended to engage her sexually. Xander, Giles, large well-muscled men, men in general... none of them caused the slightest arousal.
"Xander! Xander, wake up! I don't love you anymore!" Anya half-shrieked, jostling her bed partner out of slumber.
The brunette next to her grumbled and sat up, exposing rather more hair than Xander Harris had ever possessed, and a rather large pair of breasts that he'd definitely never had. Anya's jaw dropped in shock, and the other girl smirked.
"Well, now, I'm not sure whether to be flattered or hurt, darlin'. On the one hand, I'm not Xander, so it's not exactly a huge problem for me that you two aren't all lovey-dovey. But on the other hand, I was pretty sure you knew who you were going to bed with last night. So either you were way more wasted than you were letting on, or you've got serious issues. Wanna share?"
The blonde recovered her senses long enough to manage a semi-coherent sentence. "I... I didn't think I had that much to drink." She considered the series of facts assaulting her brain; she was no longer attracted to men, she wasn't in love with Xander, and, if her body's reaction was any hint, she was seriously turned on by women - or at least the one in her bed. Having organized the salient points, she tried to cope with them. She failed miserably.
"Okay, sweetheart, whatever you say. But, uh, no regrets, right?"
Anya nodded dumbly in response to the question.
"Wonderful. Then we're five by five." Faith grinned. "So... ya wanna have another go?"
"Xander! Xander, wake up! I don't love you anymore!" Anya half-shrieked, jostling her bed partner out of slumber.
The brunette next to her grumbled and sat up, exposing rather more hair than Xander Harris had ever possessed, and a rather large pair of breasts that he'd definitely never had. Anya's jaw dropped in shock, and the other girl smirked.
"Well, now, I'm not sure whether to be flattered or hurt, darlin'. On the one hand, I'm not Xander, so it's not exactly a huge problem for me that you two aren't all lovey-dovey. But on the other hand, I was pretty sure you knew who you were going to bed with last night. So either you were way more wasted than you were letting on, or you've got serious issues. Wanna share?"
The blonde recovered her senses long enough to manage a semi-coherent sentence. "I... I didn't think I had that much to drink." She considered the series of facts assaulting her brain; she was no longer attracted to men, she wasn't in love with Xander, and, if her body's reaction was any hint, she was seriously turned on by women - or at least the one in her bed. Having organized the salient points, she tried to cope with them. She failed miserably.
"Okay, sweetheart, whatever you say. But, uh, no regrets, right?"
Anya nodded dumbly in response to the question.
"Wonderful. Then we're five by five." Faith grinned. "So... ya wanna have another go?"