GOOBERS (6/?)
Anya frowned at the screen. This was so not what she had in mind when
she heard movie night. A stupid film with boring dialogue, bad acting
and lots of guns. What was it with men and guns? They were ilke children
with the damn things. Was it the nice loud bang they made on screen?
Now, she knew Xander would never deal with them personally. He was
too
much of a wuss to bother aiming a gun. He'd just run. But, like all
men,
he seemed to enjoy these action movies. She still had not found one
redeeming thing about this film. It was already twenty two minutes
into
the thing and she was still bored. She watched as the group of young
men
went into the shower. She straightened in her chair as bare asses were
flashed, firm...pale and tanned...she smiled slightly. Maybe there
was
something to these action movies after all. Sweaty half nude men...she
was enjoying it more already.
Xander grimaced as the men went into the shower. He noticed Anya paying
attention, the bored look leaving her face. Well, at least one person
was enjoying the nudeness. He sure wasn't. He glanced down looking
for
his M&Ms. Ah, he found them beside the twizzlers. Movie candy.
The best
thing about going out instead of renting. He looked back at the screen,
thankful the nude scene was over.
Buffy held Riley's hand, watching the movie intently. The weapons the
characters were using were rather interesting. She'd have to ask Giles
if the council would get her one of the models of guns the villain
had.
It pretty much smoked everything around. She could already envision
the
scattered demon parts if she could use a weapon like that instead of
a
silly old knife or crossbow. She's have to remember what kind it was
and
ask. She knew he still had connections with the council...Hell, they
owed her. Well, if they wouldn't get her one, maybe Riley could. She
smiled at that thought. She'd better be real nice if she was going
to
ask for that favor.
Riley saw the gleam in Buffy's eyes everytime the villian came on
screen. He sighed, knowing she would ask him for at least one of the
numerous weapons the guy had. He had ruined her by letting her use
some
of his equipment. Now, she was like a kid in a candy store. And he
was
her supplier. But, he rather liked it. He felt better knowing she had
something a bit more lethal than a stake to back her up. He recognized
several things the iniative already had and knew he'd sign out at least
one before the weekend was over. He'd get her anything she wanted if
it
was within his grasp. He loved her, after all.
Willow shifted in the seat, waiting. SInce his threat, his hand had
stayed firmly on her breast, not moving at all. He was playing with
her.
Damn stupid vampire. She couldn't enjoy the movie, not knowing what
he
was going to do or when. She hated waiting. Her patience was growing
thin. He'd better make a damn move soon or she might scream.
Spike was utterly bored out of his mind. He hated these blow em up
movies. Always had. But, it was loud. Very loud. AND, the other members
of the gang seemed enthralled. He planned to use that to his advantage.
He could hear Willow's heart beating erratically. Smiling, he left
his
hand where it was. She could wait a bit longer. He wanted to be able
to
smell her arousal before he made the next move. She'd have to
practically be begging for it. Teach her to play drunk after the most
magnificent shagging in his one hundred and twenty six year history
as a
vampire. This time, there would be no such excuse. She'd be wide eyed
and sober. And begging. He smirked as she glared at him again. Begging
very nicely.