TITLE: Superfreak
AUTHOR: Dreiser
EMAIL: dreiser0@earthlink.net
CONTENT: F/F romance. Some M/F too, we have variety in this fic. No
extensive details though, sorry.
SUMMARY: Everyone loves Anya, and if they don't they should. This fic is
about just why everyone loves her. Or at least, why I love her. Inhibitions,
the girl knows none. And hey, I'd take her home to my mother.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my really odd music collection. To try and
understand my tastes is futile.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Rick James, the guy rules. The fic title came from a song of
his. Y'all should know it and if you don't... damn, people, go out and
listen to it! lol.

Superfreak

By: Dreiser

 Anya was human, in the technical sense of the word. But once upon a time
she wasn't human. Once she was a bad ass wish granting vengeance demon who
loved to wreak havoc and make life miserable for men.

 Of course, before she was a demon, she was human but that was such a long
time ago that for Anya, her life back then was like a dream. The details
coming to her in a strange fog of recollection, always seeming obscured.

 She had a feeling, deep down, the reason she couldn't recall the details of
old was because her original life as a human sucked and sucked big time.

 Maybe that's why she was so desperate to get her powers back when they had
initially been taken away. Anya knew, deep inside, that when she had been a
human before, life as she knew it was pretty horrible.

 While life as a demon was pretty damn fun.

 Plus she had nifty powers and a basically nice boss who was very lenient
about her assignments and then there were the travel benefits... well. All
and all, the life of a busy vengeance demon was definitely for Anya.

 While life as a human didn't have appeal at all.

 Life as a human meant getting old and dying, it meant being unappreciated
and ignored, and it meant that she couldn't torture people freely or if she
wanted to, she'd have to think of more creative ways to do it.

 However, there was one thing Anya liked as a human. One thing that was
better as a human than as a demon. One thing that in her previous life as
one, she never got around to experiencing.

 And that one thing was sex.

 Hot, passionate, monkey sex.

 It was way better as a human than as a demon. Anya knew that as soon as she
did the deed with Xander. He wasn't the best lover she ever had, fairly
nervous and fumbly, but still... the sensations, the sounds, the slippery
feel of skin on skin, they were things she never really got to have as a
demon.

 That might explain why Anya got somewhat obsessed with the act itself and
somewhat obsessed with Xander, the person she'd first experienced it with.

 Then came the emotions that went along with the hot, passionate, monkey
sex. Those she could do without, but she still had them, much to her
irritation. And it was those emotions that kept Anya from sleeping with
people other than Xander. As much as she was tempted.

 Something inside her made her remain loyal to him. Every time she
considered having sex with someone else, she'd have this flash of Xander
looking at her with puppy dog eyes and quivering lips as he said, "Why,
Anya? Why did you cheat on me?"

 It was a strange sight that Anya never wanted to see again, even in her
weird guilt caused visions. It was also a sight that made Anya extremely
possessive of Xander. Because if she couldn't sleep with other people thanks
to guilt, then neither should he.

 This was all thanks to those annoying emotions that she had developed for
him.

 Emotions were another thing Anya didn't like all that much. They just
bogged a person down, weighted you like cement on a dead body dumped in a
river by the Mafia.

 Okay, that was a grim comparison but you get the picture. Anya really
didn't like how emotions were running her life these days. As a demon, she
let her wits run her, her wits and her incredible sense of impulse.

 Because as a demon, she could do whatever she wanted and still not feel
guilty about the consequences. After all, wreaking havoc was what she was
supposed to do. It was her specialty in life and she loved it.

 Problem was, as a human she had no specialty. What she did have was tons of
guilt whenever she'd even consider doing something she'd do in a second as a
demon.

 So what was her specialty anyway?

 Anya thought about this, long and hard, for at least five seconds before
she decided what it was, hands down.

 Sex was her specialty as a human.

 Hot, passionate, monkey sex was her specialty. The kind of sex that makes
the 'normal' people horrified but still intrigued at the very idea that it's
going on out there. That was the kind of sex that Anya had. Sometimes she
liked to do the whole mushy making love scene but mostly, mostly, she wanted
to have her some good hot, passionate, monkey sex.

 The reason that Anya liked sex was because of how good it made her feel and
how good she knew she could make Xander feel while having it. She loved that
she had more control, more power, just more everything when she was having
sex with him. It was her moment to shine, it truly was, because as much as
she did love Xander, the boy just wasn't very creative in bed.

 But Anya... oh, she was another story entirely.

 In fact, some people might say she had a little too much creativity in bed.
Xander certainly would since he was the constant focus of her creativity.

 He didn't even want to think about the things that she suggested they to do
after his twin showed up. Or why certain suggestions somehow appealed to
him.

 Even as their relationship developed, causing Anya's emotions for Xander to
run deeper, as did his for her, with them somehow falling completely in
love, their romantic life still remained the same as it always was.

 Focused mainly on hot, passionate, monkey sex.

 Then, somewhere along the line, it got boring. Maybe Anya ran out of
ideas... or they had just gotten into a rut after living together for six
months, but it was boring.

 Sex was boring to Anya and that fact was completely and utterly
unacceptable. Sex should always be fun, should always make her tingle,
should always be their most favorite thing to do together. But lately, that
just wasn't true. Frustrated over this fact, Anya wondered if maybe this
meant that she and Xander weren't in love with each other anymore.

 If this meant that they should break up.

 Confused and lost over the sudden turn in her sex life with Xander, she
went to the one person she knew that had just broken up with their
boyfriend. Even though when you did a compare and contrast on boyfriends,
you couldn't really get much different than Xander and Riley.

 To say that Buffy was shocked by the initial start to her conversation with
Anya was an understatement to say the least. To say that her brain froze and
she had what was close to a meltdown might work better.

 But once she got over the fact that she was talking to Anya about sex with
Xander and the sex being less than mind blowing, Buffy gave some good
advice. She also got to see a different side to the former vengeance demon,
just as Anya saw another side to Buffy other than the Slayer.

 And what they got to see were just two somewhat normal girls who
experienced many of the same worries. It was a surprise to them both, but a
very pleasant one.

 Perhaps that's why they continued to talk with each other as time went on.
Eventually separating from the rest of the Scoobies to talk by themselves.
When they were away from the others, Anya noticed that when Buffy gave her
the slightest of touches it caused the exact feeling that Xander used to
give her. It was a feeling that made her feel guilty but she liked it all
the same. She liked it when Buffy touched her, even if to just hold hands.

 She wondered if Buffy felt the same way about her.

 The wondering continued, especially when Anya went from having boring sex
with Xander to having hot, passionate, monkey sex with him again. And this
was all because now she was picturing Buffy being with them when they had
sex.

 More and more, the idea plagued Anya.

 She still loved Xander, she was still in love with Xander, she still wanted
to have sex with him, she even wanted to make mushy love with him too. But
now she wanted to have all of that with Buffy as well and to top it off, she
wanted Xander to be along for the ride.

 Not just for the ride, for the relationship.

 Anya wanted Xander and Buffy and she wanted them all to herself. She wanted
whatever the French people called a threesome, but with love thrown into the
mix. Because Anya loved Buffy as much as she loved Xander, and she loved
them both with all of her heart.

 But what about them? What did they want? She knew that Xander still loved
her too. She also knew that he had always had a thing for Buffy and had been
pretty much forced into loving her platonically since Buffy would never let
their relationship turn romantic. But Xander had a jealous side. Would he
really agree to share? Even if it was sharing with two attractive girls?

 And what about Buffy? That was more complicated. Sometimes when they were
alone, holding hands, and doing the girl talk thing with a few ex-demon and
Slayer details mixed in, Anya would swear that she'd catch Buffy looking at
her with eyes lidded with desire and maybe, just maybe, a hint of longing.
But how would she feel about Xander? Could she love him too?

 Soon these questions took control of Anya's entire life. Just like her
original obsession with sex when she'd first had it, Anya was now obsessed
with the idea of being in a romantic relationship with Xander and Buffy.
Which was, all in all, pretty damn obsessed if she did say so herself.

 Being the two closest people to her now, Xander and Buffy couldn't help but
notice something was wrong with her. Which led to them both to decide they
needed to confront Anya about whatever was bothering her.

 And confront her together.

 This was too much for Anya to take. Seeing the two people she loved worried
about her, looking all cutesy in the process. Then, to make it worse, they
both sat down on either side of her on the sofa and reached out to hold her
hands. They were both just so nice, sweet, and very, very, sexy.

 It was enough to make her burst into tears.

 Confused and worried about this reaction, Xander and Buffy tried to comfort
Anya while still asking what was bothering her. Asking what was the secret
that they knew she was keeping from them both.

 That's when Anya finally shouted it out, feeling desperate despite the
loving embrace Xander and Buffy had her in. Shouted how she loved them both,
how she wanted them both, how she needed them both, physically and
emotionally.

 Buffy and Xander were shocked. There just isn't any other word for it. They
were beyond brain meltdown shocked, they were frozen in time shocked.

 It was the reaction that Anya had pretty much expected to get from them.
Not wanting to wait around for their stage two reaction, which she figured
would be disgust and rejection, Anya stood up and said quietly it was time
for her to leave.

 Then it happened.

 Buffy grabbed her hand, stopping her from leaving, then shifted her hold to
clasp Anya's shoulders, turning the other girl around so they would be
facing. Eyes met eyes and it was Anya's turn to be shocked as she saw the
love she wanted, but never expected, in Buffy's gaze.

 Time seemed to freeze again as Buffy leaned forward to capture Anya's lips
with her own and soon, time lost all meaning as she surrendered herself to
Buffy. The Slayer's soft ravishing kisses equaled Xander's firm hungry ones
in both power and desire and Anya was overwhelmed from the experience.

 Pulling away, she couldn't help but gasp from lack of breath. Slowly,
almost against her will, Anya turned and faced Xander, waiting for his
reaction.

 Just like earlier, he was frozen.

 Frozen with a dazed look in his eyes. But slowly he snapped out of it and
looked at Anya then Buffy, who were both standing in front of him, waiting
expectantly for whatever reaction that was about to come.

 The only reaction that they got was a slow and very sneaky smile spreading
across Xander's features.

 Then, moving with more confidence than either of the girls gave him credit
for, Xander pulled them towards him and leaned forward to whisper in their
ears.

 What he whispered, is a secret, for their ears only. But what he whispered
started something that night which became the most common gossip in
Sunnydale.

 Mainly the gossip about Xander and Buffy both having hot, passionate,
monkey sex together and with their girlfriend, Anya. The girl most commonly
known around town as the superfreak.

-End-