The maitre'de looked down his nose at the couple standing at the desk. "Yes, may I help you?" His tone implied that of course there was no helping them. They at least complied with the dress code, so...

"Reservation for Harris, please."

The snobby man looked at his list and was forced to concede that they were on it. He gathered two menus, "This way please?" He led them through the elegant room to a secluded table tucked into the corner. "This will be satisfactory, yes?"

Anya drew herself up, and with all the experience gained through 1100 years as a demon, looked down her nose at the snobby little man. "I suppose it will have to do. Unfortunately it appears that you really can't do any better."

She leaned into the large frame of the man escorting her, She might have problems with human emotions, but she had snobby manners down pat.

"You can run along now, just don't forget to send a waiter."

Xander pulled out her chair and seated her. She smiled at him, showing him how well he had responded to her coaching. She opened her menu and perused it, then laid it down.

"What would you like to try tonight, Dear?"

The muscular brunette looked over the top of his menu, he grinned at her. "I thought I'd get the prime rib with a side of Anya to season it with."

His grin widened as she blushed, then got that look in her eyes.

She grabbed a glass of water and took a large gulp. "Really?"

"Really."

"When we get home?"

"Of course," Xander said after a guilty moment's pause. A blush rose up his cheeks. His voice cracked and he blinked rapidly. "Of course when we get home. What did you think I meant?" He shifted in his chair and tried to open his menu. "What kind of pervert do you think I am?" He snerked and rolled his eyes. "Shee, like I'd do that in a restaurant that has tablecloths that puddle at the floor and would hide me."

"Oh." Anya pouted her lower lip then slumped her shoulders a bit and stared at her menu. "I was kinda thinking about before we get home, actually."

"You were," he squeaked.

"I were."

"Anya," Xander whispered loudly. He swallowed then looked around at the other patrons to make sure they couldn't hear him. "This is a three star restaurant. Things like that don't happen in places like this."

She shrugged and went back to studying her menu. "Then I guess I wore my black lace thong for nothing," she mused.

Xander blinked.

A young man approached the table. "Hi, I'm Henry, and I'll be your server tonight. Can I get you anything to drink?"

Xander looked at his ex-demon. "Just tea for the both of us. And we will have the prime rib, and think about dessert later."

"Very good, sir." He collected the large menus and took them away.

Xander crossed his hands in front of him and studied his interlaced fingers then looked up to Anya. She smiled and looked everywhere but at him. Her hazel eyes twinkled in the votive candlelight. He licked his lips then slid off his chair.

Anya yelped in surprise an unseen force grabbed her chair legs and pulled her tighter into the table. It only took a glance across the table and the familiar sensation of his loose curls on her knees for her to figure out where Xander'd disappeared. His strong hands pushed her thighs apart and she whimpered, softly in anticipation.

"Shhhh," Xander warned her from under her skirt. "Be a good girl and keep quiet. If the Anya sounds, the fun stops."

His agile tongue traced a single blue vein up the inside of her slender thigh, then nuzzled through the lace fabric at her swollen clit. Anya jumped and tightened her thighs around his ear. Xander grinned then dug his fingers in her thighs urging her forward for easier access. When she complied he pushed aside the flimsy laced panties and dipped a finger into her tight wet heat. Her muscles trembled and clamped around his finger.

Xander suppressed an appreciative moan amazed again that he had caused this reaction. He slid his tongue past her silken folds and then just inside her slick passage. Her wet arousal flooded his mouth and he lapped greedily at the salty goodness he found there. He heard the silver jump as she slammed her hands to the table.

Xander pulled away until she barely moved then latched onto her clit with his lips and sucked strongly as a reward for her silence. Her pelvis danced under his ministrations. He heard her quiet gasp as her cunt spasmed and convulsed in a powerful orgasm. He grinned, but he wasn't done yet.

A masculine voice from above the table got his attention and he let off the pressure for a few seconds, so Anya could deal with the waiter. He heard the waiter ask if everything was all right and deliver their meal and Anya's slightly out of breath response that everything was better then fine.

As soon as he heard the waiter depart, he dived back in with renewed vigor, inserting two fingers into the tight channel before him and fucking her vigorously with them. His strong blunt teeth bit down gently on her clit and she bucked again then pushed her hands below the table and tried to shove him away. Xander grinned and pressed even farther into her. There was no way he was going to stop now. She was too....

"Oh, God," Anya gasped. Xander pumped his fingers faster. She was going to come again. He sensed it.

"Oh, God," she cried once more and pushed at him again this time harder.

The thought that he should stop and "punish" her crossed his mind but he realized he was too far gone. He wanted her to come almost more than she did.

"Oh, nooooo," Anya yelled.

Oh, yesss, Xander thought and then the world crashed down around him in the form of splintered wood, broken dishes, muttered shorry, and a collective sharp gasp. Xander jerked his head away from Anya's buffet.

"I'll have what he's having," the drunk who'd obviously decimated their table slurred.

The door to the restaurant flew open and Xander and Anya found themselves standing on the sidewalk. The stuffy little maitre'd looked down his nose at them, "And don't ever come back."

Anya smoothed her skirt and straightened her shoulders. "Don't worry about that," she yelled at the closed door. "Your tablecloths were stained and the service sucked."

She looked to her boyfriend and cocked her head to the side with a happy smile. "But I liked your service," she assured him.

Xander shoved his hands deep in his pockets then looped his elbow out in offering. Anya laced her arm through his and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I aim to please," he said and the two started down the street.