sparklebutch

Title: Phantom
Fandoms: Buffy, *mystery fandom*
Pairing: Anya/? [HET]
Rating: Adult. Shades of non-con fantasy.
Warnings: Oh, this might squick you. Just don't take it seriously.

Anya couldn't sleep; tossing and turning in bed, she cursed the day they convinced her to watch that movie. Horror doesn't begin to cover it. Even having sex afterwards didn't erase the memory of these scary images from her mind.

She kicked the blankets off her. She wore only a little nightie, but it was still too hot tonight. Stupid California summer. She'd go open a window, but she was too scared to cross the room in the darkness.

And then it happened. The door opened, and in the orange light streaming in from the living room window, he stood. The creature of her nightmares.

She wanted to scream, but couldn't make a sound. He walked closer, closer, until he stood right by her bed. He sat next to her, the mattress sinking under his weight.

And then he smiled.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," she managed to whisper.

"Please, don't be afraid," he said. She found to her surprise that her terror lessened. His voice was soothing, pleasant. Not at all psychopathic and chirpy like she'd expected. "Let me help you relax," he said, and put his paw on her cheek.

At first she wanted to scream. But she realised that she, in fact, liked it. She couldn't move, but his paw was soft, and warm, and endlessly gentle on her skin. She did relax. She still was relaxed when he slid his other paw under the sheer fabric of her nightie and cupped her breast. She found it strangely erotic.

"It's the fear that's making me horny," she explained to him, just in case he didn't understand. "Sometimes with Xander we'd have hot monkey sex right after a big fight."

The large creature didn't respond, only shifted his weight to lean over her, his hot breath and whiskers tickling the side of her face. Anya found that she can lift her arms, and decided to use that fact to pet the back of his head, where the short white fur was as soft as her slippers.

"Does your kind have penises?" She asked, interested. She wasn't sure, and thought it's a good thing to ask.

"Yes," he replied, and to prove it, climbed the rest of the way on the bed, sprawling on top of her and rubbing down. She felt him poking her in the belly, hard through his fur and her skimpy nightie. She wiggled, letting the straps slip from her shoulders, and pushing the fabric lower down until it reached her feet, which is when she kicked it off. She looked up into his warm brown eyes.

"Kiss me, you wild beast!"

He complied, with speed and ferocity that surprised her. From then it was the simple dance of parts interlocking, Anya's legs wrapped around his large, white form, until they both climaxed with a shout.

"Oh, Anya!" he moaned.

"Harvey, Harvey!"

....

Anya woke up in a sweat. She glared at Xander, who was sleeping peacefully by her side, and swore she'd never let anyone, ever again, show her a movie about a six-foot-tall rabbit.

[end][oh, thank god]