Backfire - Spander Files

“I get that part. Giles is good with the exposition. What I don’t get is that Buffy said
you were enjoying yourself.”
“Okay, Willow. We’re talking about sex. Sex. And we have to go back to the whole
teenaged boy hormonal thing. I’m a seventeen year old boy. Having sex. Do you
honestly believe that I wouldn’t enjoy it?”
“But isn’t sex…I mean, I’ve always thought that sex was about this emotional
connection with someone. You can’t enjoy sex with someone without love.”
“Fantasy-bubblegum-rainbow-land, Will?”
“Are you saying that you’re enjoying the sex with the male vampires because we
live on a Hellmouth?”
“No. The sex-thing started because we live on a Hellmouth, and Spike is the most
evil vampire in existence. I’m enjoying the sex because it’s sex. Feels good. It‘s
sex.”
“Okay, you have to stop saying ‘sex.‘ And what about Buffy? Your having this
enjoyable se-…fornication with her boyfriend.”
“Yeah, what about Buffy?” Willow and Xander turned to face the new voice in the
room. Buffy stood in the doorway, arms crossed tight against her chest.
“Buffy!” Xander got up off the bed and stood awkwardly, not knowing where to put
his hands and finally shoving them in his pockets. “We have to talk, huh?”
“We could do that, sure. But what could you possibly say that is going to make this
okay?”
“I have no idea. But, Buff, you’re unhappy and I can’t stand to see my friends
unhappy.”
“That why you’ve been all avoidy the last few days?”
“Partly. Also, this is really hard to explain. I wish you had let Angel talk to you.”