Aborted Comfort

by Kaz

Copyright © 2003

kardeb97@yahoo.com

Rating: R
Disclaimer: Joss owns it all. I only own this tiny bit of plot.
Distribution: Near Her Always /nha.magical-worlds.us/
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Feedback: Yes please.
Spoilers: Hells Bells, Tabula Rasa.
Pairing: Willow/Anya

"Bastards! All men are – *hiccup* bastards!" Anya complained, finishing her drink before pouring herself another. Her wedding dress was thrown over the back of a chair and she was dressed in sweat pants and a tank top. The remains of several ice cream cartons were strewn about, as were numerous chocolate wrappers.

"Yup! They all are. That's why I'm gay now," Willow confided. She was just as drunk as Anya, though she was hiding it better. Her own bridesmaid gown was hung in her closet at Buffy's house. She had sought the ex-demon out after the aborted wedding. Everyone else was comforting Xander, which didn't make sense to her. Yes, she supported him in his decision if that's what he believed he had to do, but she wasn't about to let Anya spend the first night alone. So she had taken some rum from the bar in the room where the reception was supposed to be held (she rationalized that Anya and Xander had paid for it anyway) and bought some ice cream and chocolate. With those provisions, she headed over to the Magic Box where she assumed Anya would go. She was right. The ex-demon had greeted her with open arms, her face blotchy with tears. The ice cream and chocolate had been gone within the hour. The alcohol was on its way to becoming history.

Anya looked at Willow and cocked her head. She blinked blearily, trying to focus through the effects the alcohol was having on her body. Even as a demon, alcohol had had an effect on her. And now, as a human, it was increased tenfold. "So," she began, her voice slurring slightly. "Did you know that in all the years of performing vengeance I never once thought of comforting the women who called me down?"

Willow looked surprised. "I never would have guessed," she admitted. She tried to stand to pour herself another drink. She wobbled and sat abruptly back down on the sofa. She sighed and pouted until Anya handed her the bottle of rum and a lukewarm coke. "Thanks. I mean, you're so into sex and everything I would have thought that…that…that you'd have done stuff."

Anya shrugged. "Nope. Not that it wasn't done then because it was. It was just a big secret since the mortal religions firmly den – den- denounced it," Anya informed the drunken Wiccan. The ex-demon looked over Willow as quickly as her drunkenness allowed. "Can you keep a secret?"

Willow nodded vigorously as she poured her soda into her glass, causing the liquid to spill over one side. She looked down and winced as she noticed. "'Course I can. I'm a good secret keeper. I still haven't told anyone about the time that I saw Buffy and Faith kissing, though Buffy swore me to secrecy. Or how Xander used to wet his bed until he was thirteen!" She said proudly before clapping her hand over her mouth. "Oops!" She managed to say before she burst into giggles.

Anya joined her, enjoying the image of her ex-fiancé in such a position.

The two sat in comfortable silence for a few more moments before Willow remembered Anya's question. "So, why'd you ask if I can keep a secret?"

Anya motioned for her to lean over. Willow did so, leaning against the back of the couch. Anya put her lips next to Willow's ears. 'Wow, she smells nice,' the ex-demon noted absently. "I performed vengeance against a woman, once!"

Willow sat back, shocked. "You did?" She asked, her surprise evident even through her intoxication.

Anya nodded. "Well, it's not like there was a demon for women who were scorned by women. At least not then. We became more liberal in the twentieth century. Got some new people. They do good work, if you ever need them," Anya said, taking a large gulp of her own rum and coke. "But anyway, she cheated on her lover. It was horrible. The way that poor girl felt. I just couldn't ignore her!"

Willow nodded understandingly. "What'd you do to her?" She asked.

Anya smiled. "I made her think she was in love with a man! Well, until she married him. Then she realized she didn't, but she couldn't do anything about it. I even arranged it so she had to pretend she was happy!" She said proudly, grinning at the thought. "He was a good man and he'd loved her for years. Now I didn't usually do stuff like that. I'm not a matchmaker. Hell, that's not even my area of expertise! But I owed someone a favor so I did. But it was one of my more successful vengeances. She suffered for decades!"

"Anya, that's horrible!" Willow gasped.

Anya rolled her eyes. "It was her own fault. She shouldn't have cheated on her lover!" She said firmly.

Willow thought about this then nodded. "That's true," she agreed. "So you really never thought about it?"

Anya shook her head. "Nope. Not once," she asserted. Taking another sip, she blushed. "Though I've thought about it since you and Tara got together. I am quite curious now."

Willow frowned and looked down at her hands. "Well, we all know how that worked out," she said softly.

Anya nodded, sympathy flooding her. "I'm sorry about that. I mean, I can see both sides. I still think she should have stayed with you though," she said.

Willow smiled slightly. "Thanks," she said, finishing her drink. She felt the alcohol warm its way down to her stomach. "So we're both single, we're both lonely." She observed. A thought occurred to her and she began to giggle.

"What?" Anya asked curiously.

"That sounded like a pick-up line!" Willow managed to get out around her laughter.

Anya thought about it for a moment and smiled. "Well, was it?"

Willow's laughter ceased abruptly. "Was it what?" She asked, not quite believing that she heard Anya correctly.

Anya leaned over and licked her lips. "Was it a pick up line?"

Willow swallowed, mesmerized by Anya's tongue. She could feel her breathing quicken. "Um…" she began, unable to think of an appropriate answer. 'It's been so long since I've been with anyone. But I couldn't do that to Tara!' She debated internally. Her thought process continued, somewhat skewed by the amount of alcohol she had imbibed. 'On the other hand it's not like I've seen all that much of Tara before tonight. I mean, she could have been with dozens of women since she left me!'

Anya could see the play of emotions cross Willow's face. 'It's not like either of us would be cheating on anyone. We were both abandoned with broken hearts. It'd only be about comforting,' she rationalized to herself. She nodded and said as much out loud to Willow.

Willow blinked, sensing the twisted logic in Anya's words. "You're right! I mean, we're single! We're young, well, I'm young and you look young. And…even though we still love them, they left us! And…and I want some darnit!" She admitted, fighting the blush that rose to her cheeks.

Anya smiled and leaned forward. Just before her lips touched Willow spoke. "And we're both so drunk right now, we might forget this ever happened! So no guilt even!"

Anya nodded slightly and moved her lips closer to Willow's. She almost sighed when Willow continued.

"At least I'm drunk," the redhead confided. She looked into Anya's eyes. "Are you?"

"Yes I am, Willow! Now will you please be quiet and let me kiss you?" Anya asked, her frustration evident in her voice. Willow nodded mutely. "Good!" Anya said before pressing her lips to Willow's.

The two women began kissing fervently, tongues tasting each other's mouths. Hands began to roam, feeling skin, pushing aside clothing. Moans and sighs filled the air as mouths moved past lips to throats, ears and beyond.

Willow reached to pull Anya's shirt up when she felt the other woman pull away. She blinked her eyes and looked at the ex-demon. "Are you okay?" She asked, her voice thick with passion.

Anya didn't answer; she simply leaned against the back of the couch and began snoring softly.

Willow sighed. "Guess she was drunk," she said before laying her head next to Anya's. "Guess it's better this way," she conceded softly.

A moment later, sleep claimed the redhead as well.

The End

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