Buffy wants sex RIGHT NOW.

By the time Xander finished his tale Buffy was flushed and breathing heavily.

"That's... incredibly hot," she said.

"I know!" Xander agreed enthusiastically, before sobering and adding, "but not normal. Not at all normal, right? So we need to--"

Buffy had her own ideas about what they needed to do, and was too busy ramming her tongue down Xander's throat to give him a chance to lay out his plan. She finally let him come up for air, pulling away long enough to undo her shirt.

"Buffy no, we can't!" said Xander. "This is like the love spell! Only not my fault this time! You'll hate yourself if you go through with this." Buffy removed her bra and smacked Xander on the thigh with the strap. "More important, you'll hate me!" Buffy tore his shirt off. "Think!"

"I need this," Buffy said, cupping his jeans around the zipper to show just what "this" was. "You said Willow and Tara went back to normal after they fucked. So you HAVE to fuck me to put me back to normal, THEN we can stop this very naughty evil." She undid his pants and pulled them down around his ankles as she talked.

"I'm sure there's a flaw in that argument somewhere..." Xander said weakly, though by the bulge tenting his boxers it was clear to Buffy that he wasn't fully committed to maintaining the platonic purity of their relationship.

Thinking back to Xander's porn collection, which for some reason seemed a lot more appealing than it had before, Buffy added one last comment sure to push just about any guy over the edge. "All that lesbian talk got me imagining being with a girl too, and I like the idea enough that I really need you to remind me how good being straight is," she said. "You'll do that for me, won't you?" she added, a pleading note in her voice and with her best puppy dog expression.