Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.18
Anya
Info: Chp.1
* * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 2. Cleaned of the sweatiness and stickiness of having moved furniture
half of the day, Buffy and Spike arrive in Dr. Woods's office.
Buffy wearing a black halter, flared blue jeans, and tennis
shoes, makes her way over to the desk situated by the door of the
office, where the receptionist sits typing on the keyboard of the
computer.
"Hi Anya." She smiles at the blonde sitting in front of
her.
"Oh, hi Buffy. That is your name isn't it?" She remembered
seeing the girl earlier, but couldn't really remember what her name
is. Anya looks down at the appointment book lying in front of her
on the desk. "Oh, your appointment isn't for another fifteen
minutes. You'll have to wait." The peppy little receptionist says,
turning her attention back to the computer screen. Where she
notices that her stock has risen in the last few moments. She
smiles a genuine smile, and bounces in her seat for a moment.
Buffy looks at her strangely and shakes her head in
confusion. "Okay." She says turning her back on the strange dancing
in her chair, woman, and heads back over to her really nice looking
boyfriend.
Slowly walking over to him, she checks him out. Her eyes
rove over his body; working her way up from the ever present Doc's
on his feet, to the dark blue of his jeans, then the gray t-shirt
with dark blue button-up thrown over it. She licks her lips,
moistening them. Letting her gaze fall into his, she sees the glint
in his blue orbs that says 'I know your checking me out and loving
every bit of what you see.' Her eyes move to his still wet head,
his hair all curly from the quick shower he'd just finished. 'God
could this man look hotter' She thinks to herself, not letting the
thought register in her eyes, or at least she hopes she doesn't.
Watching her walk back to him, he knows what she's doing.
Tilting his head ever so slightly, as her eyes roam his body, he
smiles smugly. "Like what you see, Pet." He asks as she comes to a
stop in front of him.
"You know color suits you." She finally says, and smiles up
at him. She takes a big breath, and tries to still her racing
heart. "Anya won't let us in, until it's time for the appointment.
We'll have to wait for about fifteen minutes."
"You know me and waitin' are un-mixy things, Luv." He
shrugs his shoulders, wishing that he still had the duster, which
would've made it look cooler as he shrugged. He chuckles at the
thought, bringing a totally confused look onto Buffy's face. "Was
just thinkin' that would've looked like I didn't give a damn if I
had the duster." He explains, and turns on his heel heading for the
couch to sit down.
Her head tilts, at the absurdity of what he'd just said,
but yeah she missed that ratty old duster too, although she'd never
tell him that. Putting the thought out of her mind, she follows
him. "Yeah, but look magazines." She totally avoids the whole
duster issue and shows him the two-year old magazine in her hand.
He snorts, "yeah, and their all prolly ten-years old." He
says sarcastically, as he pick up one that has a picture of a
Desoto on the front of it.
"We can talk. I promise I won't let you get to bored." She
leans over and places a sweet kiss on his cheek.
"With you, there's never a dull moment, Sweetheart." He
whispers in her ear, and grabs her hand. "Why do shrinks always
have couches?" He asks pointing at the big couch they're now
sitting on.
"I really have no idea, Spike. Why don't you ask one, I'm
sure you can find a shrink around here somewhere." She answers
sarcastically. Rolling her eyes at his silly question, she squeezes
his hand.
They try to wait patiently, looking through the magazines
and commenting on the ads in them, then talk about what Buffy's
going to say to the doctor.
The blonde woman behind the desk jumps, "Anya?" She's
startled out of her computer-induced coma. Having danced for a full
minute, she'd gone back to doing her actual work. She looks around
wondering where the voice is coming from.
There's static, and then "Anya? Are you out there?" Comes
over the computerized intercom.
"OH!" She says, hoping that no body had seen her look like
a scared rabbit.
She presses the little button on the keyboard for the
intercom. "Yes, sir?"
"Is my four o'clock here yet?" She hears the rough voice of
the doctor in the other room ask in a gruff New York accent.
"Yes she is Dr. Wood. She brought a friend with her. I bet
he gives her many orgasms, or he's really rich." A smile comes over
the woman's face. "Maybe both."
Smiling at the COM, the black man shakes his head. "I'm
sure that he's both, Anya." He sits there for a moment, still
smiling. "Could you please send them in?"
Anya doesn't reply to the inquiry, instead she turns to the
two cuddled up on the couch in the corner. 'Oh yeah, she's having
many orgasms.' She thinks, as she sees the two kiss briefly, and
look into each other's eyes, smiling. "Buffy, and um, whatever your
name is." She shouts, at them.
Buffy jerks her head up at the shrillness of Anya's voice, and
looks over to the woman in askance.
"The doctor will see you now." She says smiling like she
didn't just bust everyone's within a five-mile radius's eardrums
with her shrillness.
Getting up from the couch, Buffy and Spike walk over to the
desk. "The names Spike, Anya." Spike says as he leans on the desk
in front of the receptionist.
Anya looks over to Buffy. "Does he give you many orgasms? I
bet he does. If he doesn't I'm sure he will give you many
pleasurable ones." She says.
Spike laughs, Buffy rolls her eyes, and they are both
thinking the same thing. 'She's most definitely the Anya they know
or knew.'
"I swear if she says anything about money, I might just
have to hug her." Buffy whispers.
Spike laughs again, getting a confused look from Anya in
the process. He just smiles knowingly at her and opens the office
door for Buffy. Placing a gentle hand on her back he ushers his
Slayer into the room. Upon closing the door, they hear. "Does he
have money?" Buffy shakes her head ruefully.
"Now I'm gonna have to hug her, aren't I?"
"Yeah, Luv, you are."
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Lilmamaday: How'd you like the Anya chapter? Hope I captured the whole Anyaness of Anya.
Ape18: Thanks for the compliment. Some of the chapters are a little longer, I try to make them longer, but sometimes they just won't get any longer. You wanted to know about Dawn; well I have this thing where if someone new shows up I have to let it be a big surprise. I will tell you that you'll find out very shortly who else will be in the story. I'm still just getting it set up.
Ponceybugger: The Spikey thing is used to bug Spike, and usually when she uses it she's being sarcastic towards him. I'm a wicked awesome writer? Damn, you know how to make a person feel appreciated. Thank you. I'm obsessed with anything Spike or James related. I'm a Marsters-a-holic, I guess you could say, I just wonder if there's a group for it.
Buffspike: Remember that chapter twenty will be twenty-one, because of the whole prologue thing. I'm updating as quickly as possible.
Buffyfan: The reason I didn't do what you asked, I didn't have time to combine them, I had to go to work and wanted to get a chapter up before I left.
Ekmw511: I needed someone I could use as a doctor, plus he looked similar to the doctor in Normal Again.
Spuffyfan4eva: Everyone is worried about Angel. I'm not saying yea or nay on the subject. You'll find out soon. I love spoilers as much as the next person, but I absolutely refuse to spoil my writing. Also, about those Spike cookies, Um, I sorta ate all of mine. Can I have more, you have me totally addicted, and it's all I've eaten since you started handing them out.
Darklover: I'll try to keep up the good work. I promise. I was hoping for the C/A relationship too, but oh freakin' well. I agree on the Riley front, also. That just makes me want to crawl into a big, ole hole, and hibernate. I'd much rather have Angel, at least he's a little interesting and not cardboardy.
Kari: Glad to see that you liked the name of the chapter. I know how computers are, mines still not fixed, but as long as I can post, I'm not really gonna complain.
Inkling: I agree with you on the Wesley thing. About Fred, I'm not telling what I know about the whole F/W thing. I cracked up over the whole chocolate analogy. It's totally hilarious, and very true.
Chp.18
Anya
Info: Chp.1
* * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 2. Cleaned of the sweatiness and stickiness of having moved furniture
half of the day, Buffy and Spike arrive in Dr. Woods's office.
Buffy wearing a black halter, flared blue jeans, and tennis
shoes, makes her way over to the desk situated by the door of the
office, where the receptionist sits typing on the keyboard of the
computer.
"Hi Anya." She smiles at the blonde sitting in front of
her.
"Oh, hi Buffy. That is your name isn't it?" She remembered
seeing the girl earlier, but couldn't really remember what her name
is. Anya looks down at the appointment book lying in front of her
on the desk. "Oh, your appointment isn't for another fifteen
minutes. You'll have to wait." The peppy little receptionist says,
turning her attention back to the computer screen. Where she
notices that her stock has risen in the last few moments. She
smiles a genuine smile, and bounces in her seat for a moment.
Buffy looks at her strangely and shakes her head in
confusion. "Okay." She says turning her back on the strange dancing
in her chair, woman, and heads back over to her really nice looking
boyfriend.
Slowly walking over to him, she checks him out. Her eyes
rove over his body; working her way up from the ever present Doc's
on his feet, to the dark blue of his jeans, then the gray t-shirt
with dark blue button-up thrown over it. She licks her lips,
moistening them. Letting her gaze fall into his, she sees the glint
in his blue orbs that says 'I know your checking me out and loving
every bit of what you see.' Her eyes move to his still wet head,
his hair all curly from the quick shower he'd just finished. 'God
could this man look hotter' She thinks to herself, not letting the
thought register in her eyes, or at least she hopes she doesn't.
Watching her walk back to him, he knows what she's doing.
Tilting his head ever so slightly, as her eyes roam his body, he
smiles smugly. "Like what you see, Pet." He asks as she comes to a
stop in front of him.
"You know color suits you." She finally says, and smiles up
at him. She takes a big breath, and tries to still her racing
heart. "Anya won't let us in, until it's time for the appointment.
We'll have to wait for about fifteen minutes."
"You know me and waitin' are un-mixy things, Luv." He
shrugs his shoulders, wishing that he still had the duster, which
would've made it look cooler as he shrugged. He chuckles at the
thought, bringing a totally confused look onto Buffy's face. "Was
just thinkin' that would've looked like I didn't give a damn if I
had the duster." He explains, and turns on his heel heading for the
couch to sit down.
Her head tilts, at the absurdity of what he'd just said,
but yeah she missed that ratty old duster too, although she'd never
tell him that. Putting the thought out of her mind, she follows
him. "Yeah, but look magazines." She totally avoids the whole
duster issue and shows him the two-year old magazine in her hand.
He snorts, "yeah, and their all prolly ten-years old." He
says sarcastically, as he pick up one that has a picture of a
Desoto on the front of it.
"We can talk. I promise I won't let you get to bored." She
leans over and places a sweet kiss on his cheek.
"With you, there's never a dull moment, Sweetheart." He
whispers in her ear, and grabs her hand. "Why do shrinks always
have couches?" He asks pointing at the big couch they're now
sitting on.
"I really have no idea, Spike. Why don't you ask one, I'm
sure you can find a shrink around here somewhere." She answers
sarcastically. Rolling her eyes at his silly question, she squeezes
his hand.
They try to wait patiently, looking through the magazines
and commenting on the ads in them, then talk about what Buffy's
going to say to the doctor.
The blonde woman behind the desk jumps, "Anya?" She's
startled out of her computer-induced coma. Having danced for a full
minute, she'd gone back to doing her actual work. She looks around
wondering where the voice is coming from.
There's static, and then "Anya? Are you out there?" Comes
over the computerized intercom.
"OH!" She says, hoping that no body had seen her look like
a scared rabbit.
She presses the little button on the keyboard for the
intercom. "Yes, sir?"
"Is my four o'clock here yet?" She hears the rough voice of
the doctor in the other room ask in a gruff New York accent.
"Yes she is Dr. Wood. She brought a friend with her. I bet
he gives her many orgasms, or he's really rich." A smile comes over
the woman's face. "Maybe both."
Smiling at the COM, the black man shakes his head. "I'm
sure that he's both, Anya." He sits there for a moment, still
smiling. "Could you please send them in?"
Anya doesn't reply to the inquiry, instead she turns to the
two cuddled up on the couch in the corner. 'Oh yeah, she's having
many orgasms.' She thinks, as she sees the two kiss briefly, and
look into each other's eyes, smiling. "Buffy, and um, whatever your
name is." She shouts, at them.
Buffy jerks her head up at the shrillness of Anya's voice, and
looks over to the woman in askance.
"The doctor will see you now." She says smiling like she
didn't just bust everyone's within a five-mile radius's eardrums
with her shrillness.
Getting up from the couch, Buffy and Spike walk over to the
desk. "The names Spike, Anya." Spike says as he leans on the desk
in front of the receptionist.
Anya looks over to Buffy. "Does he give you many orgasms? I
bet he does. If he doesn't I'm sure he will give you many
pleasurable ones." She says.
Spike laughs, Buffy rolls her eyes, and they are both
thinking the same thing. 'She's most definitely the Anya they know
or knew.'
"I swear if she says anything about money, I might just
have to hug her." Buffy whispers.
Spike laughs again, getting a confused look from Anya in
the process. He just smiles knowingly at her and opens the office
door for Buffy. Placing a gentle hand on her back he ushers his
Slayer into the room. Upon closing the door, they hear. "Does he
have money?" Buffy shakes her head ruefully.
"Now I'm gonna have to hug her, aren't I?"
"Yeah, Luv, you are."
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Lilmamaday: How'd you like the Anya chapter? Hope I captured the whole Anyaness of Anya.
Ape18: Thanks for the compliment. Some of the chapters are a little longer, I try to make them longer, but sometimes they just won't get any longer. You wanted to know about Dawn; well I have this thing where if someone new shows up I have to let it be a big surprise. I will tell you that you'll find out very shortly who else will be in the story. I'm still just getting it set up.
Ponceybugger: The Spikey thing is used to bug Spike, and usually when she uses it she's being sarcastic towards him. I'm a wicked awesome writer? Damn, you know how to make a person feel appreciated. Thank you. I'm obsessed with anything Spike or James related. I'm a Marsters-a-holic, I guess you could say, I just wonder if there's a group for it.
Buffspike: Remember that chapter twenty will be twenty-one, because of the whole prologue thing. I'm updating as quickly as possible.
Buffyfan: The reason I didn't do what you asked, I didn't have time to combine them, I had to go to work and wanted to get a chapter up before I left.
Ekmw511: I needed someone I could use as a doctor, plus he looked similar to the doctor in Normal Again.
Spuffyfan4eva: Everyone is worried about Angel. I'm not saying yea or nay on the subject. You'll find out soon. I love spoilers as much as the next person, but I absolutely refuse to spoil my writing. Also, about those Spike cookies, Um, I sorta ate all of mine. Can I have more, you have me totally addicted, and it's all I've eaten since you started handing them out.
Darklover: I'll try to keep up the good work. I promise. I was hoping for the C/A relationship too, but oh freakin' well. I agree on the Riley front, also. That just makes me want to crawl into a big, ole hole, and hibernate. I'd much rather have Angel, at least he's a little interesting and not cardboardy.
Kari: Glad to see that you liked the name of the chapter. I know how computers are, mines still not fixed, but as long as I can post, I'm not really gonna complain.
Inkling: I agree with you on the Wesley thing. About Fred, I'm not telling what I know about the whole F/W thing. I cracked up over the whole chocolate analogy. It's totally hilarious, and very true.