Fred and Gunn

It proved to be a long wait. The girls finished their lunch, had a threesome in Angel's room while Dawn played lookout, went through Angel's files looking for likely recruits, had a threesome in the bathroom while Dawn played lookout, learned to play bridge from Anya (who'd picked up the game on a job in the 1930s), had a threesome on the roof while Dawn played lookout, and plotted their next move.

"Let's fuck in Angel's car," Anya suggested.

"Dawn, you're lookout," said Buffy.

"Why do I always have to be lookout?" Dawn whined.

"Because you KILLED MY EX-BOYFRIEND!!" Buffy shouted, grabbing the fried taser and waving it in her sister's face.

Dawn opened her mouth to argue, but stopped at a gesture from Willow.

"Buffy's right," Willow said. "You screwed up. No sex for you tonight. If you go the night without whining you can start fucking again tomorrow."

"At least I've got my fingers," Dawn thought.

"And no jilling off, either," Willow added. Dawn pouted a bit, but nodded.

Before the girls could deflower Angel's stick-shift the front door opened. Fred and Gunn walked in arm in arm.

"Oh, hey, guys!" said Gunn. "In from Sunnydale? Wes and Cordy are still out pounding pavement, but Angel should be watchin' the crib." Gunn and Fred looked around. "Where is he, anyway?"

"He had to take a powder," said Anya with a grin. Seeing the confused looks on the newcomers' faces she amended "he stepped out."

"Anyhoo," Willow said cheerily, "we've got some good news. Check THIS out." Dawn opened the box, flooding the room with light. Before long Fred was on her knees, eagerly baptizing herself in her new Goddess's juices. As for Gunn...