Buffy and Cordelia laid lazily in each other's arms, silently sucking on candy. The aroma that drifted through the room was one of sex and candy (of course) but all Buffy could smell was the mix of herbs and flowers in Cordelia's shampoo. It lingered on every strand of her lush hair and Buffy couldn't help but revel in the scent.
She watched as Cordelia boredly rolled the green apple Jolly Rancher on her tongue over and over again.
"What's up?" she asked Cordy, while she pulled the red comforter up to her ears and snuggled closer.
Cordelia sighed. "It's not you. Really, it's not. It's more of a - I mean, is everyone in school gay?"
Buffy sat up and opened another candy, popping it into her mouth. "Is this about Willow and Anya?"
"And Giles and Angel. And Xander and Oz. And Harmony and Aurora. And Larry and Percy. And Jonathan and that one guy with the glasses. Everyone is suddenly gay. I mean, we were like the original gay couple at school and here are all these other people jumping on the bandwagon."
"Yeah, and so?"
"Well, at first I thought that I was just mad because I wanted all the attention on us, but then, as I saw that there were more and more gay couples in school, I realized that it wasn't about that at all. You see, the average rate of homosexuality is, what, like ten- percent, okay? And it's more like ninety-percent at Sunnydale High, and by tomorrow, I'm willing to bet it'll be one-hundred-percent."
"We only got together this morning, and you've had time to go through all these thought processes?"
Cordelia grinned. "I'm surprisingly complex."
"I've noticed. But, uh, what are you saying?" Buffy asked, more than a little perplexed. "So the students of Sunnydale High woke up one morning a little bit . . . well, gay. Where's the harm in that?"
"Well, nothing, in theory," Cordelia started carefully. It was the first time Buffy had ever heard Cordelia say anything carefully. "But we all know that when seemingly harmless unusual things happen, there's some sinister reason behind it. I'm all for everyone being gay. Actually, it's kind of cool, but it is odd and I don't think that half of these people are really gay. Like Larry. There's no way that he's gay. So there must be something doing this to people."
Buffy pouted slightly and pulled the candy out of her mouth, studying it. She had been having lots of cravings for the bright green hard candy, almost as many cravings as she had been having for Cordelia's body. "Are you saying that you don't really like me?"
Cordelia struggled to speak for a moment. "I mean, no that's not what I mean, Buffy." She gently stroked Buffy's back. "I've been lusting after you since the very first day I saw you. Whatever's going on, it has nothing to do with what I feel for you. But you - what about you? Have you have gay-like feelings before recently?"
Buffy shook her head gently. "Not gay-like, exactly, but . . ."
"Oh," Cordelia said, sitting back. "You want me to take you home?"
Buffy now shook her head hard. "No, no, no, you're not getting rid of me that easily!" She placed a tender kiss on Cordelia's lips. "Can we just talk about this tomorrow?" she asked as she dove under the covers and down Cordelia's naked body.
Cordelia sighed and giggled as Buffy began to tickle her inner- thigh. "Yeah, I guess that'd be okay."
Buffy smiled as she placed a gentle kiss on Cordelia's lower stomach. When Cordelia's sigh was one of content this time around, she moved down and gently flicked her tongue over Cordy's wetness.
Cordelia doesn't taste like candy. She tastes better.