Chapter EightyThe two Slayers lay side-by-side on their backs, half on the couch, half off – covered in sweat, panting heavily…
“Holy…” Faith started to say, her breath catching in her throat…
“Yeah…definitely…” Buffy added, panting heavily.
“I have wanted you…for…so long…”
“Me too…”
“You think this was because of them?” Faith asked…looking towards the bedroom.
Buffy leaned over, placing her hand gently on the once Dark Slayer’s chest, caressing her lovingly. “I think that this was because of us…”
“But…you know…they were all with the ‘witchy lovin’ in the other room …and what you said before…” Faith’s words were silenced by the blonde’s finger across her lips.
“This happened because it was meant to be…WE were meant to be…” Buffy said, replacing her finger with her own lips.
Faith pulled away briefly from the embrace, looking deeply into her mate’s eyes.
“I want you to know, B…there’s never been anybody but you…it’s always been you. I’ve loved you longer than I can remember…”
“I love you, too…” Buffy said, descending onto Faith’s full lips once more…
Meanwhile…
“Mmmmm…baby…I can’t get enough of you…” Willow said huskily, looking up at Tara with a grin worthy of the Chesire Cat…her hand running up and down the blonde’s smooth abs…
“I can tell!” Tara said, grinning.
“Is that a complaint?”
“Not on your life…and just so you know…the feeling is mutual.” Tara said, biting her bottom lip as she ran her fingertips lightly across the redhead’s swollen nipples.
“Mmmmm…”
“You ready for round two, baby?” Tara asked, smirking seductively.
“Oh yes…please…” Willow moaned as Tara descended onto her throbbing breasts…
Meanwhile…
“An? Honey? Where’s my plaid shorts?” Xander yelled.
“Please tell me you are not going to wear those hideous things in public!” Anya said, taking Xander’s clothes out of the suitcase as fast as he was packing them.
“Anya…we’re going to Scotland! You know…everybody wears plaid over there…remember…we saw ‘Braveheart’!”
“Xander…tartan kilts, yes. Ugly multi-colored plaid polyester shorts that were designed specifically for human men over 70 years of age with absolutely no butt at all? No…now move over and let me get this done!”
“Boy…somebody is being a crabby little vengeance demon today!” Xander said, looking to his girlfriend. “You want to tell me what’s got your knickers in a bind?”
Anya threw the boxer shorts that she was folding onto the bed, looking at Xander, pouting…”I’m mad!”
“I can see that…”
“You…you cheated on me!” Anya blurted out.
“Cheated on you? An…I’ve never!”
“How can you say that? You…and Giles…down in the waiting room…” Anya said, reminding him of earlier events at the hospital.
“That was SO not cheating…it was just a…well…a spontaneous ‘happy’!” Xander said, defensively.
“It was an orgasm, Alexander Harris! And you did it without me!”
“An! I couldn’t help it…it just…happened! A-and what about you? Huh? You and Buffy! You’re telling me that you didn’t…you know…have a ‘happy’ with her in the room?!”
“Oh, no…I did climax…several times as a matter of fact…it was most enjoyable.” Anya said, smiling briefly.
“A-HA!” Xander said, before her words actually sunk in. “Wait…when you say ‘most enjoyable’…just what exactly do you mean by that? Like it was the…most enjoyable that you’ve had with a woman…or…the most enjoyable you’ve had in a hospital waiting room…or…come on…help me here…”
“No…I meant exactly what I said…it was THE most enjoyable orgasms that I have ever experienced in my entire life…if it was that good for Buffy and I …well…let’s just say that Willow and Tara are very lucky women…” Anya said, grinning widely.
Xander plopped down on the bed, a broken man.
Anya looked down, seeing him lying there…and tried her best to make him feel better…
“Xander…come on…it’s not your fault that they gave me the best sex I ever had…”
Xander rolled over onto his stomach, grabbing a pillow and holding it over his head, groaning.
“But…you give me orgasms, too!” Anya said, trying to be supportive. “Much more than I ever had in that dusty old waiting room…”
“Yeahff?” Xander said, his voice muffled by the pillow.
Anya reached over, grabbing the pillow from Xander’s face, noticing his hopeful smile.
“Well…not really…but it doesn’t matter…because I love you.” She said, matter-of-factly.
Xander’s smile turned into a sarcastic grin as he placed his arm around the petite blonde’s waist – pulling her down onto his chest. “Baby…you’re the greatest!”
To Be Continued...