** ** **
“This just won’t do at all,” Anya sighed, tossing aside yet another
calendar.
She had been looking through the variety of different wall calendars
for the
past twenty minutes and still she couldn’t find one that was perfect.
None of
the men in the pictures had that extra spark that made her want to
pant and
sigh. Nope. None of them were her Xander. She flipped open another
one,
admiring the tight lines of the man’s stomach. It wasn’t that he was
unattractive – she had just seen better.
Xander sighed, watching as his girlfriend flipped through yet
another calendar
of scantily clad men. He didn’t take it personal. She was just that
type of
girl. He knew that she liked to look at men – in magazines, books,
videos….and
now, calendars. She still was in his bed at the end of the night and
that’s all
that mattered to him. “Are you going to be much longer?” He whined,
giving her
his best lost puppy look.
The former vengeance demon barely glanced at him. “I can’t find
one that I
like!” She muttered.
“I’m sorry, baby,” the dark haired youth smiled, wrapping his
arms around her
from the back and looking over her shoulder as she threw down yet another
offending calendar in disgust. “Why don’t you just make your own?”
Anya paused, dropping her newest perusal. The idea had merit.
She could get
pictures of men she found attractive and put them in one handy little
wall
calendar to look at whenever she wanted. And she knew just who the
photographs
should be of. “You know…that sounds like a good idea!” Turning,
she smiled at
him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “I’ve gotta make some calls,
lets go
home.”
** ** **
“You want to do *what*?” Willow gasped.
“I want to make a calendar. With pictures of Xander, Angel, Spike
and Riley.
Will you help me?” Anya grinned. She was hoping the girl would go along
with
her plan – otherwise she didn’t see how she would get any of the others
to
agree.
The red head pondered the question in her head, images of Spike
posing for the
calendar already going through her head. It could be fun. “Spike and
Angel
won’t show up on the film, though.”
“Already got that covered,” the former demon announced happily,
knowing the
other girl was about to agree. She pulled a small slip of paper from
her purse,
turning it over to the witch. “It’s a spell. Makes vampires able to
be
photographed or videoed or whatever you want to do with them. Might
want to
hang on to it after all this is done. You and Spike can make some home
videos.”
“ANYA!” Willow choked out, her face turning as red as her hair.
“We would
never…you know….tape –it-!”
“Whatever,” The dark haired girl grinned, rolling her eyes playfully.
“Don’t
deny it until you’ve tried it. I can show you some of mine and Xander’s
if you
need inspiration. We have this one we taped last week where…”
“Enough!!!” Willow cried, her face flaming. “I’ll help. I’ll get
Spike to
help. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t talk about you and Xander
having
sex or taping sex or even –thinking- about sex, k?”
“If that’s the way you want it,” Anya agreed. She would never
understand the
red head’s inability to discuss anything sexual in nature. It was a
never
ending source of amusement to the former demon who had seen just about
everything in her time and knew there was nothing to be embarrassed
about.
“Now I just need to get Buffy and Cordelia to agree to help.”
“Just threaten them with the tapes,” Willow muttered. “That will
work
wonders.”