Willow smiled shyly in reply, feeling a lot calmer then she had been all
day. Funny how killing something always seemed to calm her down. Well
that and having her tummy rubbed, but she was "so" not going there at
that moment, as images of the blonde Slayer scratching her stomach, in a
hot tub, suddenly flashed through her mind. ...Willow could think of a
whole lot more interesting things to be doing to the blonde at the moment.
Things that involved a total lack of clothing. 'No! No! Bad, bad Willow.'
"Ah, yeah." Buffy agreed with a laugh. 'What a night,' she thought
wanting to distract her new friend, the purring had been steadily rising
almost becoming a growl there at times. 'She's pretty talkative when
she's not growling at everybody.' Then something accorded to her, "What
do you mean, I smell funny?"