Stating The Obvious
Part Two
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to everyone who's sticking out the story. I hope you like it.
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"I thought you said they would be here," Anya said, looking around the graveyard.
"That's what they told me," Xander said. "I guess not, though."
"Then where are they?"
"They probably went somewhere else to patrol. We've got more cemeteries than potholes in this town."
"I suppose," Anya said. "Should we keep looking
for them, do you think?" she asked, clearly not enthralled
with the idea.
"No," Xander said after a moment. "They could
be anywhere. We'd never find them. We should probably
just head home."
"Okay," Anya agreed. "Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Well," she said, giving Xander the eye, "it's pretty quiet here, and dark, and we're all alone..."
Xander chuckled. "Tempting as that idea is - and believe me, I'm tempted - we shouldn't. It's too dangerous out here."
"I suppose you're right," Anya pouted. "And besides, it's pretty tacky, when you stop to think about it."
"Yeah," Xander agreed. "Sex in a cemetery? Not too classy. We should just head home."
"What's at home?" Anya asked playfully.
"Well," Xander said, "I think it's quite possible that Paco the Cabana Boy might make an appearance. If you're good."
"Oh, really? And what if I'm naughty?"
"Then he'll definitely stop by," Xander assured her.
"Let's go," Anya said, grabbing his hand and dragging him off into the night.
The graveyard was silent.
Until a clump of bushes began to rustle.
"Are they gone?" Buffy whispered.
"Dear God, I hope so," Giles answered, stepping out
and struggling to pull on his pants. "Don't those
two ever think of anything besides sex?"
"Said the half-naked man," Buffy deadpanned.
"That's different," Giles said. "And besides, you're not wearing many clothes yourself."
"And you're complaining about this, why?" Buffy asked, shrugging into her bra. "I think you're just grumpy we got interrupted," she went on.
"That's not it at all."
"Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy," Buffy teased.
"I am not grumpy! Now, what happened to my shirt?"
"I think it's still in the bush, next to mine... Grumpy."
Giles glared at her. "If you call me that one more time..." he threatened.
"You'll what?" Buffy demanded, pulling their shirts out of the bushes.
Giles leered. "I'll make sure that Nigel the Stern Headmaster has a word with you as soon as we get home."
"Oh, no," Buffy breathed, handing Giles his shirt.
"Anything but that. Will he be very strict, do you
think?"
"I think you can count on it," Giles assured her as he put his shirt on.
"Oh, goody," Buffy said, as she buttoned her blouse.
"We'd better get going, then. I wouldn't want to be
late for my appointment with Nigel."
"Absolutely not," Giles agreed. He took Buffy's hand and they walked off into the night.
"Hey," Buffy said after a few moments. "Did they just call us tacky?"
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END 2/7
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