Xander peered cautiously around him. He scrutinized each exhibit for any sign of cameras or other monitoring equipment. Then he looked down at the pretty blonde beside him.

"I can't believe that I let you talk me into this, again. An, Hon, are you sure that you want to do this? I mean, we have had incredibly bad luck where this is concerned."

"Yes," Anya answered with a quick nod. "I'm sure. I mean we have been caught by everyone that we know..."

"And a few that we've never seen before and I pray to God that we never see them again. An, I really don't think this is such a good idea."

"Oh, don't be a party popper. It will be fine."

"Hon," Xander delicately approached the correction, "I think you meant pooper."

"Party pooper, that is just so gross. Now, are you going to give me orgasms to end the curse that Willow put on us, or not?"

"Anya," he tried one last time, "wouldn't you rather go back to my place and do this there?"

"No, I want you to make me scream with pleasure here." She waved one delicate hand around her, indicating the various stuffed forms of wildlife.

"This is good, no one is likely to come and stare at dead animals in the middle of the week, so we should be just fine."

"An, have you ever heard of a field trip?"

"Why would anyone want to take a trip to fields. Besides, we're not in a field, we are in a museum."

She tipped her head to one side and looked at him like he was nuts.

The tall brunette shook his head and resolved never to try to explain the intricacies of field trips to his favorite ex-demon.

"Sorry, Babe," he said though he risked life and limb in denying her anything. "But I can't. What I have left of my dignity I'd like to preserve."

Anya's shoulder dropped in disappointment and her lower lip puffed out.

"You have no sense of adventure," she pouted but allowed him to pull her into a hug.

"My sense of self-preservation won out over that this time," Xander quipped after a moment's pause. "But when we get home I'll gladly make it up to you."

Her delicate white fingers plucked at the buttons of his shirt.

"Then kiss me at least?" she asked as she stood on tiptoes and offered her lips to him.

Xander smiled and lowered his head until the tips of their noses touched.

"That I can do," he said and wrapped his arms tighter around her curved waist.

Anya raised her arms to his shoulders and snaked her fingers through his hair as she slipped her tongue past his lips. He stroked her sides then rested his hand around her hips, his fingers splaying across her linen covered ass.

He reached out and pulled his lover into his hard embrace. He moaned low in his throat as he felt her soft breasts flatten against his muscular chest. He flexed his hands, digging his calloused fingers into her softness.

Xander groaned into her mouth as she felt his cock spring to life. He couldn't help but press his erection into her belly.

Anya moaned and moved even closer to his hard frame. Her tiny hands slipped into the waistband of his khakis. She slid them under the cotton boxers to caress his bare flesh. She arched her back, to get closer to him.

They were so close the only way she could get closer, would be to climb into his skin and he figured that was a fair exchange since she had already managed to climb into his brain. He had always been told that the brain was the most important sexual organ, and with Anya to deal with, he believed it.

He rucked her skirt up around her waist, exposing her bare bottom to the world, which, thank God, there was no sign of. For an instant he questioned his own sanity but then she moaned and any rational thought was hastily shoved to the back of his cluttered brain.

"Anya, I love you."

The little blond melted into him, her mound brushing against the zipper of his khakis. His suddenly very tight khakis. She pulled her hands from his butt and wedged them between them. Struggling with his fly, she managed to get his pants open and backed away just enough to allow them to fall to his knees.

She slipped one hand under his boxers, grasping his swollen cock. She slid her hand down to the roots of it and slipped her hand over his balls, tickling them and sliding one rounded fingernail back to caress that spot, the one that made him groan.

She slipped down his muscular body, engulfing his hard prick with her warm mouth. She slid her lips down his hard shaft, her tongue whipping around the engorged red head. She smiled, as she heard the heartfelt moan she evoked from him. Suddenly, she found herself pulled to her feet and shoved back against the wall between the Aardvark and the Armadillo exhibits.

She smiled at the man she loved then leaned her head back as he lifted her slight body and dropped her smoothly onto his hard cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his thickness filled her then whimpered as slowly he pumped in and out of her body. She bit her tongue to prevent her screams of pleasure from filling the gallery.

"Oh, God, Xander," she gasped. "You're an animal. I'm gonna cumm...."

"That's right, Baby," Xander grunted with each thrust. "I'm an animal -"

"And this is the gallery of biological exhibits, many of them will look odd, as they are unfamiliar specimens - Oh. My. God......"

Xander froze as he heard the voices behind him. Slowly, he lowered Anya, steadying her as her feet touched the floor. He quickly pulled up his boxers and turned to face their audience. The smirks on the faces of the college students grew even larger. Xander followed their stares to the other point of their amusement. He looked down at his WB � boxers. Tweety was in captivity held firmly by Sylvester's black paw. The characters struggled right over his now flaccid cock.

Xander blanched.

"Oh. God."

Anya, sheltered behind him, quickly pulled his khakis up so that he could fasten them. She glared at the zoology class over his shoulder.

"Shouldn't you be in a field or something?"

Xander swallowed and cleared his throat.

"And again suppressed rational thought returns to bite me in the ass," he said then grabbed his lover's hand and helped her past the barrier they'd somehow scaled.

The guilty pair walked with great dignity towards the exit, pausing briefly as they heard one voice say, "I would swear that I saw them a couple of weeks ago at the amusement park."