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Seven Habits of Highly Effective Sex Poodles by Doyle (R)
Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Pairing: Xander/Anya
Length: 2,800
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: exitseraphim.net
Why this must be read:
This is classic Xander and Anya with all the hilarity, miscommunications, and love that come along with it. This author has Xander's voice down, it really sounds like something I would hear on the show, and this piece is one that everyone should read.
"Hey, whatcha reading?" he asked, tossing the pizza box onto the top of the dryer.
She didn't look up. "Just a sex book. Did you get anchovies?"
"Ahn, you don't need a sex book. You could write a sex book."
"No, it's for you," she said cheerfully. "I thought it would help you get over your repression. The woman at the library was very helpful."
Xander could actually feel his brain cease functioning. "You... at the library..."
"Oh, I told her you're an untamed stallion in the sack," she assured him. "Just that you need some encouragement to. You know. Play kinky sex games with the other horses." She looked pleased at her own metaphor.
So that was why Mrs. Marlin had answered the door in her negligee. And asked him inside for a drink. And ordered three pizzas in one night. Munchies, his ass.
He sat on the bed. She scootched up to make room. "Anya," he said, taking her hand, "when we're together, it's good, right? It's great. And there's kink. I'd go so far as to say that we're a kink-heavy couple." Sure, the only thing he could think of right away was the spanking, but that counted as kink. A fetish, even. He squeezed her hand. "Not wanting a threesome with Giles does not make me repressed."
She looked unconvinced for a moment, then shrugged. "Okay. I guess you're right."
The little Xander in his brain did a sedate, relieved version of the Snoopy dance.
"It's just a shame," Anya sighed. "Page eighty-one looks exciting."
The book was right there on the bed. She'd left it open.
Curse his curiosity.
"Yeah," he squeaked, when he could tear his attention away. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Y'know, I've been thinking, maybe I should read more."
Seven Habits of Highly Effective Sex Poodles
Pairing: Xander/Anya
Length: 2,800
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: exitseraphim.net
Why this must be read:
This is classic Xander and Anya with all the hilarity, miscommunications, and love that come along with it. This author has Xander's voice down, it really sounds like something I would hear on the show, and this piece is one that everyone should read.
"Hey, whatcha reading?" he asked, tossing the pizza box onto the top of the dryer.
She didn't look up. "Just a sex book. Did you get anchovies?"
"Ahn, you don't need a sex book. You could write a sex book."
"No, it's for you," she said cheerfully. "I thought it would help you get over your repression. The woman at the library was very helpful."
Xander could actually feel his brain cease functioning. "You... at the library..."
"Oh, I told her you're an untamed stallion in the sack," she assured him. "Just that you need some encouragement to. You know. Play kinky sex games with the other horses." She looked pleased at her own metaphor.
So that was why Mrs. Marlin had answered the door in her negligee. And asked him inside for a drink. And ordered three pizzas in one night. Munchies, his ass.
He sat on the bed. She scootched up to make room. "Anya," he said, taking her hand, "when we're together, it's good, right? It's great. And there's kink. I'd go so far as to say that we're a kink-heavy couple." Sure, the only thing he could think of right away was the spanking, but that counted as kink. A fetish, even. He squeezed her hand. "Not wanting a threesome with Giles does not make me repressed."
She looked unconvinced for a moment, then shrugged. "Okay. I guess you're right."
The little Xander in his brain did a sedate, relieved version of the Snoopy dance.
"It's just a shame," Anya sighed. "Page eighty-one looks exciting."
The book was right there on the bed. She'd left it open.
Curse his curiosity.
"Yeah," he squeaked, when he could tear his attention away. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Y'know, I've been thinking, maybe I should read more."
Seven Habits of Highly Effective Sex Poodles