Two

One had to admit, Alfred's apartment was… swanky. It had a very homey feel to it, with one master bedroom with an adjacent bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen. In the living room was a flatscreen across from a couch. Anya looked around, and noticed right away how obvious it was that Alfred lived alone. She sighed, plopping leisurely down onto the couch.

"You really didn't think this through, did you~?" she snickered, laying back and kicking her feet up onto the arm of the couch, allowing her skirt to fall back and show her black lace underwear. Alfred pushed her feet back down, not wanting to see any of… well, that.

"What are you talking about?"

"I have no clothes other than these, my make-up's at home, and no way am I sleeping on the couch, darling~"

"I'll lend you something to wear, I'll take you shopping, and you'll have to deal with it, because that's where you're sleeping." Alfred groaned, rolling his eyes and hanging up his jacket. He moved to the kitchen, clearly tired, pouring himself a glass of water. Anya had sat up, her eyes sparkling and a huge grin crossing her face.

"You're taking me shopping?"

Wincing, he turned away from her.

"…If you're going to stay a while, then yes. I'm taking you shopping."

She quickly leaped over the back of the couch, pulling him into a tight hug and smothering him in tiny kisses from the neck up. Alfred yelped, turning pink as he felt her chest push up against his, pushing away. When she'd finally let go, his neck and face were covered in tiny coral-colored lip-prints, and he'd turned bright red. She laughed, placing one last kiss on his cheek.

"Red's a good color for you, hun~"

He rolled his eyes, the color slowly draining from his cheeks as he motioned her to follow him into the bedroom. He opened his dresser, pulling out a blue sweatshirt and tossing it over to her.

"That should be big enough to cover…" he trailed off, looking her up and down, "…Everything that needs to be covered."

She snorted, slipping off her boots and fishnets. "I gotta tell you, officer… this place?" she pulled off her skirt, showing the lacy black underwear Alfred had caught a glimpse of earlier, "…It's nice~"

"Th-this isn't one of your shows, Anya!" Alfred averted his eyes, turning away as she pulled off her halter.

"Relax, hun, I'm not showing off any valuables~"

As she changed, he snuck a glance at her. Her bra matched the underwear, black with the same lacy trim. Alfred had to admit, it looked… nice…

No.

He refused to get distracted, tearing his eyes away from her, crossing his arms. She slipped the shirt over top, and it did cover everything, minus a shoulder. He wasn't surprised it was a little big, and began setting up some blankets nicely on the couch. Anya rolled up the sleeves of the shirt a bit, since they were quite a ways longer than her arms were, and watched him work.

"There." He moved to his room, turning off the lamp on his nightstand and crawling onto his bed. "The couch is set up for you. The window should allow you enough light to see. If not, there's a lamp next to the television you can turn on. There's water from the tap, and you can forage for food in the fridge. I'll be in here if you need anything."

He kicked back, laying above the covers, hands behind his head. Anya looked from the couch to the bed and back again, her gaze contemptful. Without warning, she sidled up next to him on top of the sheets, pressing close to him and closing her eyes, smirking.

"I like this spot better, darling~"

Alfred twitched, feeling her snuggling up into him. He sat up, moving away, gulping.

"That's not how this is going to work, Anya."

"Why not~? If it makes you feel better, I won't charge you anything~"

"WE ARE NOT HAVING SEX. PERIOD."

His face was red again, and Anya laughed, making herself comfortable on the sheets without him.

"Well what if I don't do anything? Try it your way, officer~?" she smiled softly as she saw the flicker in his eyes. He was considering it. "Would that make any difference, darling~?"

Alfred knew she was as stubborn as he was, but if he wanted this to work, he had to be willing to compromise. He slid back a little closer, but got under the sheets, turning over and keeping to himself.

"Fine. But I swear-"

"Don't worry~" she held her hand straight up, "Scouts' honor~"

She leaned into him however, drifting off to sleep. Alfred was still quite uncomfortable with the situation he'd put himself in, but he untensed a bit, falling asleep soon after her. The moonlight showed through the window brightly, illuminating the two sleeping forms.

They had a long way to go before they would figure out what each was doing for the other.