Name: Charley
Story: No Child Is Spared
Colors: u Quill Grey - If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. - Lord Byron
Word Count: 3855
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Notes: I love Anya and all of her relationships with her crew. It makes e so happy. :3 She and Wendy don't always get on but as the fic says they always start with a lean slate the next day and it's just happymaking.


Wendy kissed her gently, so much more gently than Anya knew what to do with. This girl, she was sweet. She was kind and good and so damn patient in her own strange way. She put up with all of Anya's shit and still kissed her hello when she walked through the door, no mater how they'd been treating each other the day before.

And so it's with hat in mind, Wendy's kindness and her sweetness and her willingness to give that Anya takes off her clothes, spreading out on the bed. At first Wendy looks uncertain, not sure what to say or do but then a light shines in her eyes and she finds understanding.

Anya laughed as Wendy disappeared to go get her paints. It had been something she wanted to do for ages, to use Anya as a canvas for words and pictures, but she had always said no. She'd never wanted to be touched like that, never wanted that sort of intimacy.

Because sex was one thing, she could have sex and not give a damn what happened to her and she knew Wendy didn't give a damn about sex either. This though, this was different. This was letting someone touch her in a way she'd never been touched before, it was sharing something she'd never done and it scared her in a way.

But Wendy was so giving, so kind, so forgiving. Anya had screamed at everyone the day before, cursing them out and acting all around foul. Wendy still kissed her hello when she walked through the door today though and she couldn't understand why.

But she could do this, she could let her in and share this with her, it's the very least she an do.

And she knows Wendy needs it, knows that the girl writes furiously for some reason or another and maybe, if she write on her, she can finally get the words out that she's striving for. Or maybe she won't, maybe Anya is giving herself too much credit but its worth a try and it's so much more interesting than saying 'I love you'.