INT. SUMMERS' HOME - 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY - DAY
swings Willow's bedroom door open, gets a full-screen view of Willow and
Kennedy, Slayer in Training, having sex.
Oh! Oh my god!
(Shuts eyes, then door.)
Oh! Whoa, wait, Anya!
(wraps a sheet around herself)
She opens the door.
Anya is still standing there, hands over eyes, shoulders hunched.
Anya, I wasn't-- We were just-- And then she...!
No, no! I completely understand!
Sure. I mean for goodness sake,
how long has it been? It's about time you got a little action from a
nice, young, well, very young...
She's eighteen! And, hey! You're like, a thousand! If that's
not jailbait I don't know what is--
And what gives you the right to just barge in on--
Buffy does. All hail the great leader, blah blah blah? She
needs you downstairs.
So... I guess I'll tell her you'll be right down?
Anya walks away.
(grabs her by the arm)
Anya, could you...
Could you not tell anyone about this?
(rolls eyes, tugs arm away)
I'm not completely socially inept,
you know. I do know how to keep a secret.
There are lots of things you don't know about
I promise I won't tell anyone I
saw you writhing around in there, completely naked,
Get the picture--
--a naked Slayer in Training, or that you're still naked, and I'm oddly compelled to touch you--
Ha. Forget that part. I'll be downstairs
Dumbstruck, Willow watches Anya hurry down the stairs. She
closes the sheet over herself and retreats into the room.
(draped across the bed, wearing nothing but a smile)
Maybe we should lock the door.
* * *
INT. SUMMERS' HOME - BASEMENT - NIGHT
brings a load of laundry down the basement stairs. She sees Anya there
alone, taking clothes out of the dryer and folding them.
Willow halts at the landing. Anya sees her, stops what she's doing for
a moment. Smiles. Willow smiles guiltily, walks toward washing machine.
Silence for a long while as Willow loads washer, Anya continues folding.
So. How 'bout that sex?
(yelps; powder detergent flying)
I'm sorry, it's just that I've been dying to talk about it
all day. I said I could keep a secret, not enjoy it.
Oh. Um... Yeah, hey. Thanks for that.
(closes dryer door, sits up on top
So, how was it?
(looks behind her, up the stairs, back to Anya)
She seemed like she knew what she was doing.
I mean, her tongue was in the right place, at least.
She uh... We... It was fine. Look, Anya, I don't
know if I feel comfortable talking about this with--
I was gay once.
(slams washer top much louder than she'd meant to, jumps)
Yeah. Vengeance Demons have to be flexible, you know.
Willing to go that extra mile to get just the right
There... you were gay? The-there was gayness?
It was only for a month. Or so. She was bisexual. I mean,
she didn't know she was.
Until she met me, of course.
There really is a lot about you I don't know.
A thousand years, lots can happen.
I guess so.
I liked her a lot. She gave great
And nice, thick fingers.
(holds hand up, looks at her fingers)
Willow is confused. Anya looks down at Willow's hand on washer top beside her,
runs fingers over it.
You have good fingers.
(pulls hand away, shocked and slightly titillated)
I'm sorry. I don't--
(jumps off of dryer)
I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
(Picks up laundry basket)
(holding back bitter tears)
Really, I don't know what I was thinking. That maybe I
could make this world mean something again through, I don't know, lesbianism?
(circles finger near head)
No, you're not. But, believe
me -- it doesn't make the world any easier to understand.
I know. I'm just in a strange place right
Anya puts down her laundry basket and sits on the floor. Willow sits
We all are. Apocalypse... and so on.
(contemplative, looks up at Willow)
Is that why you... with her?
I guess. It all happened so fast, I'm not sure I know
what to do now. About her. Or us... I don't know if there even is an us... or if
I want there to be...
Well, this is less a think time than an action time. Thinking
comes later, after the world doesn't end.
we're talking like friends.
(takes her hands)
We are friends.
looks down at her hands and up at Willow. Their eyes meet, hold. Smolder. Slowly, the gap closes between them. They kiss.
Anya sits up into a kneel, leaning towards Willow as the kiss becomes
more passionate, insistent, hurried.
Hands grope body parts, Anya kisses her neck.
Wait, Anya, no. We shouldn't-- we can't--
Yes, we should, we can!
But world -- the, the meaning -- there's no... in it...
I don't care about the damned world!
Anya kisses her, hard, until Willow is on her back on the basement
floor, Anya on top of her, kissing, groping. Willow kisses and gropes
Mmph -- not really... caring either...
help each other
out of their
I want to show you what I can do.
Anya pulls down Willow's pants, gets them off her legs, is greeted with
frumpy teddy bear-emblazoned underwear.
It's laundry day.
Anya sits back and takes off her own pants, reveals her non-panty wearing
Here, I'll show you how.
Anywhere... will do... really... oh...
Willow gets into it, losing her inhibition, thrusting
her hips upward.
Oh god... you're... That tongue... your hands... you're like a...
her lips, sucks
in and out.
Ah, concrete. Cold, and unyielding.
to sit on washer, legs
against her to kiss her again.
Willow bends to lick and suck
Anya's nipples, runs her hands
down between her legs, rubs.
with one finger.
and bites at Anya's nipples.
Yes, yes, oh god, yes... Oh, Willow... yes, yes, yes... YES!
Now lick me!
Spasms against her face, keeping her head there...
Loud scuffling noises from the stairwell.
XANDER, OFF SCREEN
Holy mother of god.
Mortified, Willow grabs shirt, covers self. Looks at Kennedy.
Kennedy runs up the steps.
(still in shock)