Puffy eyes....

[im_a_dope]

I laid there holding onto Xander as I kept remembering the funeral. It was weird for the most part, no one was really talking except to say 'I'm sorry for your loss' or the continued to talk about how good a person Joyce was. Which she was but I wasn't even sure if half of those people actually knew who she was. I tried extremely hard to keep quiet

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[xandman__]

Anya had been talking about something, but I tuned it out. Too many other things to think about right now.

"Well...I wasn't thinking of Joyce and sex...because...no. But I can't stop thinking about her. And Buffy...Buffy and Dawn."

[im_a_dope]

I lightly rubbed his tummy as he talked, he often enjoyed that when he was under emotional stress. I tried to smile and make it seem as though everything was peachy keen or soon will be. I could tell he was halfway listening to me earlier. Which normally would bother me and I would try to speak louder with much more sharpness to my voice

[_buttmonkey]

I looked down at Ahn. She was trying. She didn't know how I felt. And yes we had just had sex. But, is that what you're supposed to do after a funeral? Celebrate what? Celebrate life...your life? With human things like sex?

I sat up and moved up the bed so I was propped against the wall. Then I pulled Anya ontop of me kissing her. "Don't...ever leave me, okay?"

Then I let her rest as she wrapped her arms around my torso. I glanced over to the clock which blinked 2:00. Then looked at my watch on my night table. 3. Okay.

"Let's rest...for now. Maybe later we can get dinner but now...rest."