Author's Notes - Thanks to WBH21C - you are so right! I guess I am used to
vamps not really worrying about birth control. I will try to address my
mess-up in Chapter10. I can't believe that I almost have 50 reviews, I
hope this is continuing to hold everybody's interests. Again, this is a
hard one so let me know. Chapter 10 won't be up til' next week - don't
laugh - Little League is starting and I've got to go to Every Game!
Chapter 9
It is well after 9:00 PM when Xander and Dawn pull up with the groceries. As soon as he turned the phone back on, it had begun to ring with more shopping requests. After a staggering bill of a $248.15 with their discount card - (they did have a combined savings of $15.38) - they were finally on their way.
As soon as they pull up in the driveway, potentials run out to help bring in the bags. It seems one is craving dairy and one is craving tuna - go figure! They make their exit in all the confusion. They leave the food to the potentials and head in the front door.
The usual circus is present but more subdued because Giles is in the room as is Anya. Anya does seem to have a way of shutting the little slayerettes up. They are all fearful of what she will say next. Neither of them figures that she will pay them any attention at all. It seems that since Xander's injury, she has had the presence of mind to say nothing at all for fear of what might come out of her mouth if she did speak.
Anya's high level of discomfort over his disfigurement as compared to Dawn's pragmatic acceptance, again, points to the rightness of his recent actions. Xander lets Dawn walk in first, following at a companionable distance. She takes a seat in front of the TV beside of Andrew who is watching Cheers on Nick at Night. He dives into a discussion of why unresolved sexual tension is always better on shows than resolved sexual tension. Dawn listens faithfully while trying to not track Xander's every movement.
Xander takes a seat on the much-repaired coffee table across from Giles and Anya. "So what's the latest?" He asks. "Any sign of evil, eyeball- snatching preacher guy?"
In response to his poorly worded question, Giles begins to clean his glasses and Anya looks at the floor. Andrew takes the bait and stops his discussion at Moonlighting and provides Xander with a detailed summary of the whereabouts of the great majority of their troop.
Faith and Buffy are patrolling. Spike is fashioning stakes with metal tips out on the deck with Willow and Kennedy. The half of the slayerettes that aren't in the kitchen are painting their toenails down in the guest bedroom while watching Bring It On.
Both Xander and Dawn are just beginning to relax when Anya speaks. "Xander, you are looking surprising better. You have that I Just Showered in the Middle of the Day because I had Sex look."
Xander feels his heart drop to his stomach. Where is the medication- induced haze when you need it? He tries his damnest not to look at Dawn and innocently addresses his ex. "Anya, you have got to be kidding but I thank you for the complement. I am going for the just showered look. The smelly, sweaty one-eyed thing wasn't really working for me."
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Dawn nervously switching channels as she covertly monitors the conversation. He tries to psychically will her to not turn around.
Anya is like a dog with a bone, she just won't let up and by now, she has Giles' attention too. She leans closer to him and sniffs. "Xander, you have definitely had sex. You smell like my Victoria's Secret Ripe Mango Shower Gel and you and I both know that you only use that if." her voice drifts off as he holds his breath for what is coming next.
"You had SEX IN THE SHOWER!" She screams.
If anyone in the house had not heard that then they were deaf. Indeed, Willow, Kennedy and Spike pop in behind the host of potentials from the kitchen. He hears footsteps on the stairs but chooses not to turn around. Andrew has turned around and is eagerly watching the proceedings. Only Dawn sits with her eyes firmly planted on the television.
He makes eye contact with Spike who looks none to happy at Anya's revelation. He can do nothing but deny - "Anya, OK, I took a shower, I was out of soap, that's all - end of story".
Anya doesn't know when to quit, "but Xander that shower gel is at your apartment not here."
OK, he thinks to himself, what now? Got to think fast, "OK, you caught me, I went to my apartment on the way to the grocery. I made Dawn wait for me while I got some clothes together and took a shower. Is that a crime?"
Looking at Anya, he can almost see the wheels turning in her head. "Why would you drive all the way across town to take a shower?"
That was it, that was enough, he finds himself raising his voice "Anya, I can take a shower where I damn well please and with whatever soap I damn well please, LET IT GO!"
This outburst from the resident invalid breaks up the little party and finally shuts Anya up. He can tell by looking at her that she is still suspicious. He decides to make a hasty retreat. "Well, I'm going to bed, no rest for the weary or the one-eyed for that matter."
Willow pipes up on her way back out to the deck, "Xander - do you need help with your dressings and stuff?"
"Aaaah no, I mean, I told Dawnie she could do it, she's got this nurse- thing going pretty good. I think she's going to write a report on it or something." Xander knows that pulling the homework card is always a good one with Willow and she retreats.
With that, Xander heads up the stairs, heading for the relative safety of Dawn's room.
As soon as Xander is up and out of the way, Dawn stands up. Addressing no one in particular, she says, "Yep, gonna write a report on the history of dressing eye wounds through the ages". Looking brightly at Giles and Anya she asks, "Want to proof it?" Both shake their heads as she flies past them and up the stairs.
While Giles retreats into his book, Anya considers what has just occurred and the fact that as Dawn passed her she caught a strong whiff of ripe mango.
TBC
Chapter 9
It is well after 9:00 PM when Xander and Dawn pull up with the groceries. As soon as he turned the phone back on, it had begun to ring with more shopping requests. After a staggering bill of a $248.15 with their discount card - (they did have a combined savings of $15.38) - they were finally on their way.
As soon as they pull up in the driveway, potentials run out to help bring in the bags. It seems one is craving dairy and one is craving tuna - go figure! They make their exit in all the confusion. They leave the food to the potentials and head in the front door.
The usual circus is present but more subdued because Giles is in the room as is Anya. Anya does seem to have a way of shutting the little slayerettes up. They are all fearful of what she will say next. Neither of them figures that she will pay them any attention at all. It seems that since Xander's injury, she has had the presence of mind to say nothing at all for fear of what might come out of her mouth if she did speak.
Anya's high level of discomfort over his disfigurement as compared to Dawn's pragmatic acceptance, again, points to the rightness of his recent actions. Xander lets Dawn walk in first, following at a companionable distance. She takes a seat in front of the TV beside of Andrew who is watching Cheers on Nick at Night. He dives into a discussion of why unresolved sexual tension is always better on shows than resolved sexual tension. Dawn listens faithfully while trying to not track Xander's every movement.
Xander takes a seat on the much-repaired coffee table across from Giles and Anya. "So what's the latest?" He asks. "Any sign of evil, eyeball- snatching preacher guy?"
In response to his poorly worded question, Giles begins to clean his glasses and Anya looks at the floor. Andrew takes the bait and stops his discussion at Moonlighting and provides Xander with a detailed summary of the whereabouts of the great majority of their troop.
Faith and Buffy are patrolling. Spike is fashioning stakes with metal tips out on the deck with Willow and Kennedy. The half of the slayerettes that aren't in the kitchen are painting their toenails down in the guest bedroom while watching Bring It On.
Both Xander and Dawn are just beginning to relax when Anya speaks. "Xander, you are looking surprising better. You have that I Just Showered in the Middle of the Day because I had Sex look."
Xander feels his heart drop to his stomach. Where is the medication- induced haze when you need it? He tries his damnest not to look at Dawn and innocently addresses his ex. "Anya, you have got to be kidding but I thank you for the complement. I am going for the just showered look. The smelly, sweaty one-eyed thing wasn't really working for me."
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Dawn nervously switching channels as she covertly monitors the conversation. He tries to psychically will her to not turn around.
Anya is like a dog with a bone, she just won't let up and by now, she has Giles' attention too. She leans closer to him and sniffs. "Xander, you have definitely had sex. You smell like my Victoria's Secret Ripe Mango Shower Gel and you and I both know that you only use that if." her voice drifts off as he holds his breath for what is coming next.
"You had SEX IN THE SHOWER!" She screams.
If anyone in the house had not heard that then they were deaf. Indeed, Willow, Kennedy and Spike pop in behind the host of potentials from the kitchen. He hears footsteps on the stairs but chooses not to turn around. Andrew has turned around and is eagerly watching the proceedings. Only Dawn sits with her eyes firmly planted on the television.
He makes eye contact with Spike who looks none to happy at Anya's revelation. He can do nothing but deny - "Anya, OK, I took a shower, I was out of soap, that's all - end of story".
Anya doesn't know when to quit, "but Xander that shower gel is at your apartment not here."
OK, he thinks to himself, what now? Got to think fast, "OK, you caught me, I went to my apartment on the way to the grocery. I made Dawn wait for me while I got some clothes together and took a shower. Is that a crime?"
Looking at Anya, he can almost see the wheels turning in her head. "Why would you drive all the way across town to take a shower?"
That was it, that was enough, he finds himself raising his voice "Anya, I can take a shower where I damn well please and with whatever soap I damn well please, LET IT GO!"
This outburst from the resident invalid breaks up the little party and finally shuts Anya up. He can tell by looking at her that she is still suspicious. He decides to make a hasty retreat. "Well, I'm going to bed, no rest for the weary or the one-eyed for that matter."
Willow pipes up on her way back out to the deck, "Xander - do you need help with your dressings and stuff?"
"Aaaah no, I mean, I told Dawnie she could do it, she's got this nurse- thing going pretty good. I think she's going to write a report on it or something." Xander knows that pulling the homework card is always a good one with Willow and she retreats.
With that, Xander heads up the stairs, heading for the relative safety of Dawn's room.
As soon as Xander is up and out of the way, Dawn stands up. Addressing no one in particular, she says, "Yep, gonna write a report on the history of dressing eye wounds through the ages". Looking brightly at Giles and Anya she asks, "Want to proof it?" Both shake their heads as she flies past them and up the stairs.
While Giles retreats into his book, Anya considers what has just occurred and the fact that as Dawn passed her she caught a strong whiff of ripe mango.
TBC