TEASER
FADE IN
INT. SUMMERS' HOME - 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY - DAY
Anya
swings Willow's bedroom door open, gets a full-screen view of Willow and
Kennedy, Slayer in Training, having sex.
ANYA
Oh! Oh my god!
(Shuts eyes, then door.)
WILLOW
Oh! Whoa, wait, Anya!
(wraps a sheet around herself)
I--
She opens the door.
Anya is still standing there, hands over eyes, shoulders hunched.
WILLOW
Anya, I wasn't-- We were just-- And then she...!
ANYA
No, no! I completely understand!
WILLOW
You do?
ANYA
(shifting uncomfortably)
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...
WILLOW
She's eighteen! And, hey! You're like, a thousand! If that's
not jailbait I don't know what is--
ANYA
Touché.
WILLOW
And what gives you the right to just barge in on--
ANYA
Buffy does. All hail the great leader, blah blah blah? She
needs you downstairs.
WILLOW
(righteousness crumbling)
Oh.
ANYA
So... I guess I'll tell her you'll be right down?
WILLOW
Yeah, okay.
Anya walks away.
WILLOW
Wait--
(grabs her by the arm)
Anya, could you...
(voice
lowers)
Could you not tell anyone about this?
ANYA
(rolls eyes, tugs arm away)
I'm not completely socially inept,
you know. I do know how to keep a secret.
WILLOW
(uncertain)
You do?
ANYA
(proudly)
There are lots of things you don't know about
me, missy.
WILLOW
Really?
ANYA
(histrionic sigh)
I promise I won't tell anyone I
saw you writhing around in there, completely naked,
with --
WILLOW
Get the picture--
ANYA
--a naked Slayer in Training, or that you're still naked, and I'm oddly compelled to touch you--
WILLOW
(double take)
ANYA
(titters nervously)
Ha. Forget that part. I'll be downstairs
now.
Dumbstruck, Willow watches Anya hurry down the stairs. She
closes the sheet over herself and retreats into the room.
KENNEDY
(draped across the bed, wearing nothing but a smile)
Maybe we should lock the door. END
OF TEASER * * *
ACT ONE
INT. SUMMERS' HOME - BASEMENT - NIGHT
Willow
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.
WILLOW
Hi.
ANYA
Hi.
Silence for a long while as Willow loads washer, Anya continues folding.
ANYA
So. How 'bout that sex?
WILLOW
(yelps; powder detergent flying)
What?
ANYA
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.
WILLOW
Oh. Um... Yeah, hey. Thanks for that.
ANYA
You're welcome.
(closes dryer door, sits up on top
of it.)
So, how was it?
WILLOW
Wh...
(looks behind her, up the stairs, back to Anya)
The sex?
ANYA
She seemed like she knew what she was doing.
WILLOW
I--
ANYA
I mean, her tongue was in the right place, at least.
WILLOW
(nervously)
She uh... We... It was fine. Look, Anya, I don't
know if I feel comfortable talking about this with--
ANYA
I was gay once.
WILLOW
(slams washer top much louder than she'd meant to, jumps)
ANYA
Yeah. Vengeance Demons have to be flexible, you know.
(smiles,
remembering fondly)
Willing to go that extra mile to get just the right
wish...
WILLOW
There... you were gay? The-there was gayness?
ANYA
It was only for a month. Or so. She was bisexual. I mean,
she didn't know she was.
(proudly)
Until she met me, of course.
WILLOW
There really is a lot about you I don't know.
ANYA
(shrugs)
A thousand years, lots can happen.
WILLOW
I guess so.
ANYA
(daydreamy smile)
I liked her a lot. She gave great
cunnilingus.
WILLOW
(winces)
Uh-huh...
ANYA
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.
ANYA
You have good fingers.
WILLOW
(pulls hand away, shocked and slightly titillated)
Anya!
ANYA
I'm sorry. I don't--
(jumps off of dryer)
I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
(Picks up laundry basket)
WILLOW
Anya...?
ANYA (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?
WILLOW (with concern) Anya...
ANYA
I know. (circles finger near head)
Crazy.
WILLOW
No, you're not. But, believe
me -- it doesn't make the world any easier to understand.
ANYA (smiles, sighs)
I know. I'm just in a strange place right
now.
Anya puts down her laundry basket and sits on the floor. Willow sits
too.
WILLOW
We all are. Apocalypse... and so on.
ANYA (contemplative, looks up at Willow)
Is that why you... with her?
WILLOW
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...
ANYA
Well, this is less a think time than an action time. Thinking
comes later, after the world doesn't end.
WILLOW
Exactly.
ANYA
(pleased)
Hey,
we're talking like friends.
WILLOW
(takes her hands)
We are friends.
Anya
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.
WILLOW
Wait, Anya, no. We shouldn't-- we can't--
ANYA
(heatedly)
Yes, we should, we can!
WILLOW
But world -- the, the meaning -- there's no... in it...
ANYA
(impatiently)
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
back.
WILLOW
Mmph -- not really... caring either...
They
wriggle and
help each other
out of their
shirts, unzip
pants...
ANYA
I want to show you what I can do.
Anya's
hand slips
into Willow's
pants.
Willow
moans,
bites lip,
eyes roll
back.
Anya pulls down Willow's pants, gets them off her legs, is greeted with
frumpy teddy bear-emblazoned underwear.
WILLOW
It's laundry day.
ANYA
(slyly)
Same here.
Anya sits back and takes off her own pants, reveals her non-panty wearing
self.
WILLOW
(gulp)
There's
a solution.
ANYA
Here, I'll show you how.
Slowly,
she
pulls
Willow's
underwear
down
and
off,
nudges
her
legs
open,
settles
between
them
and
licks.
WILLOW
unh...
ANYA
(lick) Right here?
WILLOW
Yess...
ANYA
(lick)
Or here?
WILLOW
Anywhere... will do... really... oh...
Anya
gets
into
it,
moving
head
rapidly,
using
fingers...
Willow gets into it, losing her inhibition, thrusting
her hips upward.
WILLOW
Oh god... you're... That tongue... your hands... you're like a...
Anya
purses
her lips, sucks
on Willow's
clit, pumping
two fingers
in and out.
WILLOW
(thrashing head) Unnnnnhhhhh!
Anya
lingers
there
as
Willow
comes,
pumping
slower,
lapping
gently.
Looks
up
at
a
gasping
Willow.
ANYA (smiles triumphantly)
Told
you
I
was
gay.
WILLOW
(gasping, amazed)
I
really,
really
believe
you.
Anya
climbs
up
her
body,
kisses
her
mouth
again.
Willow
threads
her
hands
through
her
hair,
rolls
them
over
to
be
on
top.
ANYA Ah, concrete. Cold, and unyielding.
WILLOW (smiles) You
wanna
get
on
the
washer?
Anya
grins
and
gets
up
to sit on washer, legs
open.
ANYA
(licks lips)
Spin
cycle's
coming
soon.
Smiling,
Willow
follows,
stands
against her to kiss her again.
Willow bends to lick and suck
Anya's nipples, runs her hands
down between her legs, rubs.
ANYA Suck harder.
Willow
sucks
her nipple
harder, penetrates
with one finger.
ANYA More, more...
Willow
puts
in
two,
then
three
fingers,
sucks
and bites at Anya's nipples.
ANYA Yes, yes, oh god, yes... Oh, Willow... yes, yes, yes... YES!
(Pushes
Willow's
head
down)
Now lick me!
(Arches
back
as
spin
cycle
kicks
in)
Ye-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-E-E-SSSS!!!
Spasms against her face, keeping her head there...
Loud scuffling noises from the stairwell.
XANDER, OFF SCREEN
Holy mother of god.
Willow
and
Anya
look
up
to
see
Xander,
Buffy,
Kennedy
and
several
Slayers
in
Training
standing
behind
them
on
the
staircase,
having
rushed
down
to
see
what
the
racket
was
all
about.
Each
wears
a
different
look
of
shock,
but
Xander
and
Kennedy
look
especially
pissed
off.
ANYA Oh, great.
Mortified, Willow grabs shirt, covers self. Looks at Kennedy.
Kennedy runs up the steps.
XANDER (hands up)
I
can't
handle
this
right
now.
Xander
pushes
his
way
up
the
steps.
BUFFY (still in shock)
Wha...?
Slowly,
Willow's
eyes
turn
black,
lip
curls
into
a
sneer.
WILLOW Forget.
BLACK
OUT
END
OF SHOW
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