"How long has it been since you had an orgasm?" Anya asked in lieu of smalltalk.

"Anya," Wesley called out, from behind a stack of boxes, slightly blushing at Anya's words. "Where would he have placed the - What was I looking for again?" He had been searching for so long, he had forgotten what exactly it was that he was searching for.

"Way past that, British Man. I found that ages ago!" Anya held up a very old magickal something-or-another and smiled. "I was wondering why you were still looking."

Wesley sighed, exasperated and sat down beside Anya. They were in the Magic Box basement and Anya had perched herself on a crate of herbs. "You might've informed me of your discovery." He sneezed. The dust was making his allergies act up.

Anya recited very carefully, "God bless you." She looked very pleased with herself. "Was that right?"

"Q - " he sneezed again. "Quite."

"Ooh! God bless you," she repeated.

"Thank you." Wesley pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket as he stood up. "Are you coming up?"

Anya stood as well. "I can't leave you alone with the money," she said as she followed him up the stairs.

Wesley sneezed, and as he did so, his eyes closed, as is reflex, and his head knocked against the hanging overhead light with an audible "thunk."

"God bless - " Anya started. She stopped as Wesley began to tumble back. "Wesley?" She hurried down the steps and kneeled beside him. "Are you going to die? Because if you are, I should probably let Giles know he has a job opening."

When he didn't answer, she started to get a bit frightened. "Wesley?" She began to shake him, trying to get any kind of response from him. "Orgasms! Penis! Vagina! Sex, sex, sex! Oh, God! Say something, do something, Wesley!" She stopped shaking him and sat back, dejected. "Dammit."

Finally his eyes fluttered open slightly and he groaned.

"Who's President?" Anya shouted. She had heard that you were supposed to ask questions like that if someone hit their head.

He groaned again and tried to sit up. "Al Gore."

"I'll give you that. What year is it?"

"I hit my head, but I am not an idiot, Anya. It's 1981."

Anya sighed. "Your accident has made you very stupid, Wesley. As long as you're not going to die, I'm going upstairs."

She started to get up, but Wesley's hand latched onto her arm. "Wh - "

He pulled her down on top of him and began to kiss her passionately.

Anya pulled away. "What was that?"

He jumped up. Apparently his fall had made him very spry. He pulled her up and brought her in close to him. "You are a very sexy woman, Anya."

"Yes, I know. But you are a very repressed man. There was nothing repressed about that kiss."

He smiled charmingly. "Pretty little ex-vengeance demon Anya. I want you." He kissed her again, pushing her up against the wall of the basement.

"Ooh! Think of Xander, think of Xander, think of Xander," she urged herself out loud, as her hands latched onto his bottom. "Xander, Xander, Xander!"

He moved to her neck, laying soft, sucking kisses up the length of it. "Anya, baby, Xander is a boy. I'll show what it's like with a man." His blue eyes burned into her. "Do you want to be with a man, Anya?"

Anya couldn't resist any longer. She exclaimed "Yes!" as her hands busily unzipped his fly.

******

Wesley pulled his trousers up with his back to Anya, who was hurriedly slipping her clothes back on.

"This was very wrong," Anya said simply. "We must never do this again."

Wesley's face was burning hot. He was mortified. What had he just done? He rubbed his forehead. When he hit his head, he must of - He glanced back at Anya. She was standing in her skirt and bra, flipping her shirt right-side-out so she could put it back on. She truly was a beautiful woman. "Yes, I agree."

The basement door swung open, and standing there was Giles. "Why isn't someone watching - oh. Oh my. I'll be leaving now." He quickly turned and slammed the door behind him.

Anya hurried up the stairs after Giles. "Giles, wait! Don't tell Xander!"

Wesley stared after her. He had gotten what he had wanted for so long, so why didn't he feel good about it? It certainly had been enjoyable. Pretty little ex-vengeance demon...

Bloody overhead light.