Alternatives by Rainne

The bold, simple statement brought Buffy out of her depressive post-resurrection reverie and she stared blankly at the speaker. "What?"

"I want you to have sex with me," Anya repeated patiently. "There's nothing wrong with it. Xander doesn't want me any more and you're not dating anyone. It's been done between women for centuries. Believe me. More scorned women than I can count have turned to temporary lesbianism after they were scorned. So, will you?"

Buffy had to think about that one. She looked around the Bronze as she did so, her eyes flitting from face to face to face and settling briefly on Willow and Tara, who were sharing a dance. They were so wrapped up in each other and their ongoing reconciliation that she doubted they would notice if the club exploded around them. She looked back at Anya's open, sincere face, and suddenly focused on another face which hovered behind the ex-demon. Spike. He stood there, leaning against a wall, that self-congratulating smirk across his face. He was waiting for her. She knew it.

If nothing else, she realized, an honest sympathy-screw with Anya had to be a more healthy alternative to whatever it was that she had going on with Spike. She focused on Anya's bright eyes and suddenly spoke. "I've never..." she trailed off, then realized there was really no point in being delicate with this woman. "I've never had sex with a woman before," she admitted.

"That's okay," Anya said brightly, grinning. "We'll work it out. The mechanics aren't that difficult."

They stood and made their way through the crowd together. Just outside the door, Anya took Buffy's elbow and stopped to clarify something. The expression on her face was almost painfully earnest as she spoke. "One thing. I'm not proposing a long-term relationship or anything resembling Tara and Willow."

They were barely in the apartment before they were on top of one another. Anya's hands slid under Buffy's top and they broke their kiss briefly as she pulled it off over the Slayer's head, and Buffy's hands went to the buttons of Anya's blouse as they resumed their oral exploration of one another. Clinging to one another like a shipwrecked sailor clings to his bit of flotation, they left a trail of discarded clothing from the door of the apartment to the door of Anya's bedroom, where they gently divested one another of their lingerie. Now totally naked, Anya led the more inexperienced Buffy into the room and gently laid her on the bed.

The ex-demon climbed onto the bed, at first straddling Buffy's thighs, and ran her hands gently down the Slayer's body. Buffy shivered at the sensations Anya's delicate hands could bring forth in her body, and she reached up towards Anya's breasts to return the favor. Hungry exploration consumed the next few minutes, until Anya shifted and slid her knee between Buffy's, bringing it up to press firmly against the Slayer's heated center.

Anya grinned. "I thought you'd like that. Now, let's see how you like this," she teased gently, and then conversation was over as Anya's mouth descended on Buffy's breasts while her knee worked a gentle thrusting motion between Buffy's legs. Buffy let her hands trace patterns over Anya's smooth back as the other woman licked and nibbled her way across Buffy's chest and down her belly, pausing briefly to tease the supine woman's navel, eliciting a startled giggle. The giggle turned to a moan, however, when Anya moved her knee and replaced it with first her fingers and then her mouth.

Buffy had never felt such sensations before. With Angel, she had not had time to experiment; Parker had been too self-centered to pleasure her this way; Riley was just too much of a missionary-position boy; and certainly Spike had never been concerned about Buffy's own pleasure. So the first touch of Anya's hot mouth on Buffy's clit was a bit of a shock. She gasped, and one hand trailed down to tangle in her partner's hair. "Oh, Anya..."

"Good. I'll do it again, then." And she did, licking and sucking until the Slayer was bucking beneath her, begging her to never stop. Then Anya slid two fingers into Buffy's snug center, curling them slightly in order to gently scrape Buffy's inner walls with her fingernails, and Buffy cried out her name as she shot over the edge and into an abyss of pleasure that she'd never experienced before.

When Buffy came back to herself a few minutes later, Anya was wrapped around her, stroking her hair. "Better now?" Anya inquired.

Buffy blew out an explosive breath. "Wow," she said simply. Then suddenly a mischievous smile slid across her face. "Now, then," she said quietly, rolling over on top of Anya, "Let me see if I'm as quick a study as Giles always said I was."

As she slipped out of Anya's apartment in the dim pre-dawn, heading for home, she had the ex-demon on her mind and didn't notice the vampire until he was on her, knocking her down and snarling ferociously in her ear. She reacted instinctively, simultaneously pulling the stake out of her pocket, rolling on top of her attacker and plunging the stake into his heart. She then had just enough time to focus on the extremely startled face of Spike before he dissolved into dust beneath her.

She knelt in that spot for a moment, watching the sky lighten rapidly, and only stood when a sudden breeze caused the dust which had once been William the Bloody to stir around her, blowing gently up off the sidewalk. She brushed off the front of her shirt and sighed. "Well, hell." She shook her head in something like chagrin, and then headed for home, thoughts returning to the extraordinary evening she'd spent in the arms of an ex-vengeance demon. Behind her, the small dust devil swirled mournfully for a few seconds, and then broke apart as the wind blew a bit harder, disappearing forever.

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Alternatives

By Rainne

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