An
orgasm is an orgasm, she says to herself, groaning out in delight.
The feel of fingers sliding in and out, the hot crooning of breath
in her ear, slick skin sliding smoothly torso over torso. Anya bucked
upwards, tilting her pelvis so those slim fingers could hit just
the right angle, and bit her lip.
She
was not going to die a miserably painful death saving these people
she wasn’t even sure she liked all that much without something
in return. There was maybe a smidgen of affection for a few, like
Dawn and Giles- okay, and maybe Xander if she was feeling particularly
un-vengeful. But the rest, let them rot.
Ooooohhh,
or maybe not this one. With the magic fingers. And the sucking lips
on perky nipples. Boy did those lips, those teeth, that tongue,
know what they were doing. It felt good, different but good, and
she could almost imagine it was Xander back before…
No,
not going to think about that. Plenty of misery coming up soon enough,
thankyouverymuch; right now, just enjoy. Run fingers through thick
dark hair, bare teeth in ecstasy, scream out loud when the orgasm
hits.
Anya
opened her eyes to see the gamine grin of her companion. Faith kissed
her with demanding tongue, hands weaving through blonde locks, then
pulled back to whisper, “Your turn.”
Ever
practical- an orgasm is an orgasm after all- Anya complied.
~Fin~
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