written by Cassie
Author: Cassie
Feedback: Woooooooorship me�. [email protected].
Summary: This is set� in Triangle, just before the last scene takes place.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Willow, Anya and others belong to Joss Whedon, Marti "Crackwhore" Noxon, Mutant Enemy and so on. I own nothing. The title is the name of a Donnas CD. They kick oh so much ass. I don't own them, but if I did I would let Boobsie have her lesbian orgy with them.
Dedication: Fluffy Kat, for being the best friend ever and a damn good fic challenger. You best get the inside jokes here too�
"This is all your fault."
Willow sighed, watching as the blond in front of her struggled with the door leading from the basement storage of the Magic Box. They had taken Xander to the hospital due to his broken arm, and after making sure he was ok, Anya had turned her worry towards the Magic Box, and her money, and had insisted on coming back to clean up the shop a bit. Willow had volunteered to help, feeling she and the blonde had bonded a bit, and was guilty because she was partly to blame for the mess.
"Yes. Because I control the weather."
It was a huge mistake. And now the door had blown shut and locked them in.
"Anya, move, and I'll do a spell on the door," Willow said, climbing the stairs and clearing the gap between then, as Anya spun around on her heel and gasped in horror, lifting her arms out and blocking Willow's path to the door.
"No! A world of no!" Anya nearly shrieked, causing Willow to grimace.
"Look, Anya it's fine, I know a spell, we'll be out of here in no time if you just move and let me do it." Willow said slowly, carefully enunciating her words, as if talking to a child.
"Oh, cause the last time you did a spell it worked so well, what with the giant troll from the crystal that hurt my Xander and nearly killed us. I won't have you blow us up with another one of your poorly concocted spells, or worse, harm the merchandise down here!"
Of course she placed the merchandise above Willow. She had come to the realization that she would only be useful to Anya if she got into prostitution and made Anya her pimp.
"We just have to sit down here for a while. Buffy will notice us gone and come find us," Anya continued, moving her hand to shoo Willow down the stairs, as Willow snorted derisively
"Yeah, cause that worked so well when I was stuck in a school closet with Cordelia while Buffy fought Spike and forgot we were still in the school. I am not going to be stuck down here with you until tomorrow Anya, or god help me there will be no tomorrow. Now move."
A loud ripping sound filled the room, followed by a shocked gasp as Anya abruptly grabbed two fistfuls of her polka dotted shirt with her hands and ripped it in half, revealing her black, silky bra.
"Holy hell what are you doing?" Willow squeaked, taking a few downward steps, inadvertently putting herself eye-level with Anya's breasts. She scrambled backwards more, nearly falling down the stairs as Anya followed her.
"Well you're gay now, so I thought I might distract you from your spell with my chest. I know Xander likes when I do-"
"Stop! Please stop," Willow interrupted quickly, turning around as she blushed furiously, "Shut up right now and I won't do a spell and my god let's find you a shirt."
Anya beamed, proud at her victory as she stepped down the last of the stairs and followed Willow to a pile of boxes, filled with miscellaneous junk at the side of the room. They began rummaging through them, and Anya picked up what looked to be a walkie talkie and paused, looking at it curiously.
"Must be Riley's," she said, handing it to Willow, who snorted softly.
"Ugh. Guys like him make me so very glad I'm a lesbian," Willow said disgustedly, throwing it into a box.
"He wasn't all that bad," Anya said softly, moving to go through another box, "He got me ice when Dawn was kidnapped by those vamps and I hurt my arm, and the next day he gave me some chocolates and told me he hoped it healed quickly."
"He hurt Buffy," Willow countered, almost harshly. At Anya's flinch she paused, clearing her throat softly.
"She always loves the ones that hurt her," She finished, lowering her eyes back to the boxes before them. A simple fact that settled the conversation and subtly spoke the unspeakable.
"Oh."
Anya had realized that sometimes things really were best left unsaid.
"God, this has to be Xander's," Willow said moments later, attempting to break the uncomfortable silence that had fallen over them. Anya moved, peering over her shoulder at the Babylon 5 t-shirt Willow held in the box.
"Oh, yes. We had sex in that last week, Xander stuffed it over here. I should have a nice blue blouse-"
"Ugh!" Willow protested, throwing the shirt away from her and backing up, "You know what? You look for something to put on. I think I'll just sit down over here," she said, motioning to a chair next to the wall.
"Oh, well we had se-"
"No!" Willow interrupted again, shaking her head furiously, looking around the storage room, her eyes settling on a large, nearly empty table behind them..
"I'll sit there, on Giles' table," she said, glaring at Anya, "You two haven't done it there, have you?" Anya's eyes flicked to the table, then back to Willow.
"It's been-" At Willow's rapid head shaking, she stopped, "Why, no. Of course not. It was� some� other� table."
Willow sighed, rubbing her temples as she walked to the table and hopped on it, facing Anya's back as the blonde continued looking for her shirt.
"So you've never had lesbian sex with Tara down here?" Anya asked bluntly as she moved around to the side of the box pile, turning her head to look at Willow.
"My God, no!" Willow replied, horrified by the notion, "This is Giles' shop, Anya, that's so wrong!"
"Oh please, like he minds. I heard about the handcuff sex he had with Joyce, on a police car. It's why Xander will never let us use handcuffs," Anya continued, conversationally, "Though we did buy a few things from sex catalog. I got this latex bra-"
"With cut out cups?" Willow interrupted, swallowing hard as she pictured something lying on hers and Tara's dorm room floor.
"Yes, actually." Anya paused, her brow furrowing as she looked up at Willow, "How did you know that?"
"Lucky guess," She replied in a rush, quickly picking up the nearest jar on the table, filled with an odd, fleshy yellow subtsance, "Say, what's this?"
"Oh, that's a rare Coblakian delicacy. It's like its favorite food, an equivalent to seafood for us," Anya replied, giving a triumphant �a-ha!' as she grabbed her blue blouse, which was wedged between two boxes and slipped it on. She buttoned it up as she walked over to the table and sat down next to Willow.
"You know, I like crabs," Willow said as she put the jar back down, breathing a sigh of relief at Anya's clothed state and her opportunity to subject change.
"I prefer sushi," Anya said, lifting an eyebrow as she glanced at Willow, "My god, have you ever had crabs?"
"Well yeah!" Willow answered enthusiastically, "We used to go out and get them all the time. We got some last Friday, actually."
"You know I think they have an� ointment, or a cream, for that sort of thing. Should clear it right up," Anya said, patting Willow on the back.
"Are we talking about the same thing here?" Willow asked her brow furrowing momentarily, before her eyebrows shot up on her forehead, "No! That's so not what I meant!"
"I'm sure," Anya replied, "And that wasn't a weak attempt at denial due to shame and embarrassment over your small� problem."
"You know what? You just- ugh. I think I'm done talking. It's after 2 AM in the morning and I'm tired. I'm going to lay down next to my crabs and go to sleep, ok?" Willow exhaled slowly, attempting to keep her annoyance and temper in check, as Anya lowered her eyes and nodded her head softly.
"Ok," She murmured, then looked up, "There's a blanket in the box, over there, and I promise Xander and I haven't used it for sex. And, if you'd like, you can have the shirt I ripped as a pillow, and I'll use Xander's sex shirt for one. We can sleep together, minus the lesbian sex."
Willow bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming at Anya, as she was attempting to be nice at the moment, which was in ways endearing. She nodded her head, and Anya slid off the table, heading back to the box pile to grab a small blanket from one and both her torn shirt and Xander's, folding it up as she walked back over to the table, moving a few glass jars to make room for her to lie down.
"We'll have to sleep close together," Anya said softly, looking at Willow, "I'll try to remember you're not Xander. Should be easy, what with the breasts you have and all. But if I start humping your leg in the middle of the night-"
"I won't take it personally," Willow interrupted, praying that she wouldn't mistake Anya for Tara and start groping her. The fact that Anya had breasts, and nice ones at that, wouldn't make it any easier. She blushed at her train of thought, shaking her head slightly.
Anya climbed back on the table, handing her the polka-dotted shirt, which Willow folded and shoved under her head as Anya lay down next to her, so close their arms were pressed together. Anya covered them with the blanket, then settled on her back, and they both stared at the ceiling for several tense moments.
"Goodnight Willow," Anya said softly, her hand moving, brushing gently against Willows. She exhaled, relaxing slightly when she felt Willow's hand move against her own, their fingers almost entwining, and she closed her eyes.
"Night Anya," Willow whispered, her own body relaxing, even as she had no idea exactly what she was doing as she gently tightened her fingers around Anya's. They would be out of here tomorrow, Anya back to Xander and her back to Tara. And this small gesture would be forgotten in the wake of freedom. Willow closed her eyes as well, hoping to soon welcome sleep.
Several hours later, nearing the break of dawn, soft footsteps echoed throughout the empty, broken shop. They neared the door to the storage room, and the lock clicked as it unlocked, and the door swung open, creaking, almost silently.
The shadowy form surveyed the scene in the basement, for a few moments, his eyes widening. Anya was draped over Willow's side, her head on her shoulder, the lower half of her body, slowly moving under a blanket. Willow's eyes were closed, but her hand rested gently on Anya's clothed breast. A quiet moan drifted up to his ears, and he coughed before he quickly shut the door.
"Oh bloody hell. There's another one," he murmured to himself, shaking his head slightly after witnessing something he'd never want to mention.
At that moment, Giles really needed a drink. He surveyed his shop, wrecked in what he now realized was Willow and Anya's sexual frenzy.
And he prayed that they would blame it on some sort of demon in the morning.