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Shanna
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Buffy followed Xander around the Magic Box, looking at the office every now and then to make sure Giles was still inside, filling out order forms. The young man was putting away the books the group had left on the research table, like a dutiful boyfriend should. Anya stood behind the cash register, tallying the day’s final totals and blowing kisses to Xander occasionally.
"Xander, you’ve talked to her. I’m not crazy, right? She’s hiding something," the blond whispered.
"I know she sounds a little off, Buff. I mean she sounds like happy Wills, but how can you be happy when you’ve got a vamp latched onto your neck five times a day? She’s putting up a good front, but I don’t know that she’s hiding anything. I think having Deadboy drinking her dry is giving her the wiggins finally. Not that it shouldn’t have in the first place."
"I don’t buy it Xan. Something’s up and I want to know what it is. She’s spending too much time with Spike. I don’t trust him and I don’t want to see Willow get hurt," Buffy pleaded. She prayed her friend wasn’t falling as hard for the bleached blond demon as she thought she might be. "Please come to LA with me this weekend. I need a ride."
"What do you mean? Spike can’t hurt Wills. Chipped vamp, remember? Besides, I don’t have a car right now. It’s in the shop waiting for a part to come in. It won’t be done until Tuesday so I had to use An’s car for work." He waved at his girlfriend across the room who smiled and waved back.
"Do you think she would let us use it to go to LA?" Buffy sent a hopeful smile and a wave Anya’s way as well, but only received a confused look and a snort from the former_demon before she turned back to her charge slips.
"I don’t know, Buff," Xander hesitated, then shelved another book. "She’s pretty particular about her car."
"I’ll ask her. I’m sure she’ll say yes. I mean, it’s for a good cause, right?" Buffy sent a hopeful grin at a doubting Xander. He arched his brow at her and shrugged.
"Doesn’t hurt to ask, right?" He climbed two rungs of the ladder to slip one of the books on the top shelf.
The slayer walked over to Anya, shaking her head as she watched the girl lovingly caress the stack of twenties laying in a pile next to the register.
"Anya,. . ."
"No."
Buffy blinked. The other girl hadn’t even looked up from her perusal of the book she was using to now enter daily figures.
"You don’t even know what I was going to ask," Buffy complained.
"If you’re going to ask for some of my money, the answer is no." Again, Anya didn’t bother looking up at the annoyed slayer.
"I wasn’t going to ask for your. . .actually, *Giles’* money," Buffy sighed, exasperated by the other girl’s attitude.
"Then, no, you can’t borrow Xander for orgasms, either." She actually had the decency to at least glare at the other girl this time, but laid a protective hand over the money on the counter just to be on the safe side.
"I don’t want Xander for orgasms, either. I have Riley for. . .oh God!" Buffy rolled her eyes. She had been hanging around the former demon too much recently. "Anya, I just wanted to know if you would let Xander and me borrow your car to go visit Willow in LA this weekend."
The former demon reluctantly pulled her hand away from the cash and narrowed her eyes at the blond. "You want to take my Xander away for the weekend and borrow my car to do it?"
"Anya," Buffy hissed, "we just want to go see how Willow is doing. And keep your voice down. Giles knows something and is being no_sharey guy. So will you do it? Let us borrow your car?"
"So, you want to sneak away for the weekend with my boyfriend and use my car to do it? That sounds even better," was the sarcastic reply.
"Anya," Buffy ground out from between clenched teeth, "I. Do. Not. Want. Xander. For. Orgasms. Can we just borrow your freaking car to go check on Willow?"
"No."
"NO?!" Buffy caught herself from screaming at the last second and the word came out as a strangled grunt.
"No. But I’ll drive you both. I could use a little vacation from the Hellmouth. A weekend in LA sounds like a plan. . .with *my* Xander." Anya allowed herself to smile at the flushed face of the other girl, watching her mouth open and shut, words failing her momentarily.
"Who’s going to watch the shop with Giles?" Buffy asked. "Won’t he get suspicious if all three of us disappear?"
"Quite simple, really. Tara can help Giles with the shop. Xander and I can say we’re going away for the weekend for some private orgasm time. You can tell Giles you and Riley are doing the same. Hey, why didn’t you just ask Riley to take you?" The idea hit Anya like a ton of bricks.
Buffy ran her finger over the edge of the wooden top counter. "Riley and Angel don’t exactly get along that well if you recall. Besides, he has two papers due on Monday and drives a stick shift."
Anya nodded her understanding. "I’ve seen Xander try to drive one of those before. The shifting was very loud and annoying."
"Yeah, and my shifting is just as noisy, thus, the no lending me his car. He’d like to keep the transmission in one piece."
"Just tell Riley to lay low and stay away from Giles. Lie. It’s not that difficult. Most humans do it, you know."
Xander walked behind the counter and swept his girlfriend into a kiss. "So, you girls have been chatting in a very civil manor over here. Should I be frightened?"
"I’m driving," Anya told him.
Xander pulled back in surprise. "You wanna come with?"
"I want to come and make sure a) nothing happens to my car, b) Buffy doesn’t want to use you for orgasms, c) I want to use you for orgasms and d) I figure I can check out some of the occult stores while we’re in town to get a few ideas to bring back here."
"So, we’re set," Buffy said with forced cheer. "We’re going to LA. The three of us. . .together. . .in one car. . .on a very long drive." ‘Wills, you’d better appreciate the sacrifices I make for you.' The slayer shook her head. What she wouldn’t put up with for her friend.
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