Author: Washi (ZWS)
Rating: NC-17 baby!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Joss does or whoever. If I owned them, do you really think I would let season 6 happen? And why the hell would I be writing this? So yeah, all belongs to Joss, ME etc...

Buffy walked into Dawn's bedroom. She was a woman on a mission: find her black see-through top. She had seen her the way she had been looking at it and knew her sister had taken it.

She looked around the room, searching for any clues on the whereabouts of her top when she saw something entirely different. Something familiar, sitting on Dawn's night table, among the magazines and other books.

<Hmmm... Black leather book, wonder what that...> she thought before it stuck her in the face.

"You read their journals!" she shrieked, waking up the lump that had been snoring lightly under the covers.

Dawn shot out in bed, her hair sticking out in twenty different directions, with most of it covering her face.

"Where is it? What kind of demon?!" she yelled as she tried reaching for the closest thing she could use as a weapon. She fumbled around until she caught the cross she hid under her pillow. She raised it up to where she thought the demon was and shrieked: "Back, Unholy creature!"

Buffy looked at her silently, her face redening in anger, humor and embarassement.

"Yeah, that's not gonna work on me you little sneak! You read Willow and Tara's journals?! How could you?" she replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Wha?" Dawn said as she lowered the cross and swept her hair back. "Buffy?"

Buffy nodded and looked at her sister expectantly.

Dawn finally realized what her sister said, and she blushed furiously. "Of course I read them. I asked for some advice, and they sent it to me, by giving it to you. Which is like totally weird, cause I wouldn't think that Willow or Tara would let me read their personal stuff."

Buffy looked down and blushed. <When's an apocalypse when you freakin' need it? Maybe something like "From beneath you it devours" or "Open up, oh hellmouth, and swallow me whole". Damn.>

Buffy felt like she was a child all over again. "Um, they didn't exactly give it to me... And... what kind of advice were you asking?" she suddenly asked, her head snapping back up.

It was Dawn's turn to blush. "You know, about stuff. Dating stuff. And, they didn't exactly give it to you? Buffy, what have you done?" she said in a tone that obviously tried to change the subject.

"I didn't do anything... much! I found it at Anya and Xander's, and I thought it would be a good idea for me to give it back to them, but then, I saw... and the couch... you'll never sit on that couch again, by the way... and, I ran home. What have you done?" she asked.

"Nothing! I just read..." About to confess, Dawn backed out. "Nothing! How do we give it back to them? And, Anya had it?"

Buffy looked at her feet and thought for a while. "She did, and I don't know, but we have to give it back. And, I'm Shanghaiying Anya. She has some great ideas on stuff like this. Get dressed, and we'll go to the Magic Box to discuss it. Until then..." Buffy walked over and grabbed the journal before Dawn could react. "I'm keeping this with me. No way am I letting someone else read it."

"God, it's not like I made copies of it and published it on the net." Dawn huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm glad, cause if you did, that would have you grounded for a long long time." Her sister replied, stalking out. She did, however, manage to hear Dawn's loud reply.

"I'm not a kid anymore! Buffy! I'm talking to you!"

The sweet smell of vanilla was the first thing that attacked Willow's senses that morning, She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, before she wrapped her arms more securely around the warm body next to her.

"Mmm, my furnace." she whispered in the morning air, snuggling even deeper into the comforting embrace.

She was rewarded by a sleepy chuckle as Tara woke up slowly to find herself looking into her lover's smiling face.

"Mmm, good morning." Tara said, blinking before raising a fist and rubbing her eyes.

Willow shook her head softly and laughed lightly. "Best Morning. The bestest of the best." she corrected, her smile almost engulfing her entire face.

"I had the weirdest dream last night. You proposed to me and I said yes." Tara said matter-of-factly. She blinked and fixed her eyes on her lover.

"It wasn't a dream my soon-to-be wife. It's better than a dream, it's reality. You'll become Tara Rosenberg. Or Rosenberg-Maclay, or Maclay-Rosenberg. Or, anything you want, it doesn't matter." Willow replied excitedly, her tongue poking between her teeth as she grinned playfully.

Tara looked at her and also smiled, grinning wildly. Her smile faded some, and she looked at Willow directly in the eyes. "I don't want to keep my father's name."

Willow recognized the old pain that never quite left and took her lover's hand, kissing it lightly. "Whatever you choose my love."

Tara's smile came back, just by the feeling of complete glee that was taking over her. "Tara Rosenberg sounds nice."

Willow sat up in bed, her hand never leaving her beloved's. Her wide eyes searched Tara's. "You want my last name?"

Tara smiled at her lover, no, fiancée, she thought gleefully, and nodded. "That's precisely what I said. Willow, darling, you changed my world, from a cold empty place, and you gave e everything. I want your last name."

Willow smiled, her eyes watering and her throat clenching with the emotion she felt. She had never expected her lover to want her name. To want to become a member of her family, her wife. She nodded.

Tara's eyes softened and they leaned towards each other, their lips merging softly, before passion overtook them once more.

"Good morning. How may I help you spend your money?" Anya asked happily as the door bell rattled. Her back was to the door as she continued helping the customer she was with. Not getting an answer, she turned her head around briefly and looked at Buffy and Dawn.

"Oh, it's just you."

She turned back to the customer and the girls walked into the shop, before sitting down on one of the small benches. They watched as Anya finally made her way to the counter and the woman paid for her goods, smiling and bidding them a good day before leaving.

"Is she hopped up on caffeine already? It's only 10 am on a Saturday." Dawn said as she looked at her watch and at the woman walking outside.

"Some people have to work on Saturdays Dawn. People like me." Anya said, smiling brightly.

"Are you hopped up on caffeine?"

"I believe I am. Coffee is a wonderful thing." Anya replied, smiling before taking another sip from the cup sitting on the counter. She made a yummy face and walked to sit with the other girls. "Xander isn't here. He's at work, telling other men what to do in a very manly way."

Dawn and Buffy looked at each other and tried to hold in their laughter. "We're not here for Xander. We're here for you."

Anya's eyes shifted from one girl to another before asking, her voice suspicious:

"Me? I didn't do anything."

Buffy shook her head and Dawn raised her eyebrows at her. "Yes you did! Reading Tara and Willow's sex Journals is something alright."

Buffy looked at her sister before crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at her. Dawn blushed and looked down at her lap, fiddling her fingers.

"If it's such a sin, why did you do it little girl?" Anya replied, a smug grin on her face.

"Um..." Dawn replied, before turning pleading eyes to her sister.

"That's not why we're here. We're here to elaborate a plan to give the journal back to them. We can't keep it, they even asked me if I had seen it. I didn't know what to do, so I lied. Oh God, I lied to my best friend. We need to give it back to them anonymously." Buffy said, her face scrunching up at how much she had betrayed her best friend. By the end of her small speech, she had a determined look on her face.

"Ok butch. You have an idea?" Anya asked, her expression empty of any interest.

"I do. When did Xander schedule the party?" Buffy replied, chiosing to ignore the dig at her. <I'm not butch! I'm just... very strong.> she told herself.

"The party is every night in my bedroom, and you're not invited."

"Ok. Ew? I meant the housewarming party! I don't wanna join you two in anything. Yuck."

"Definitely yuck." Dawn added, looking at her sister, her eyes supportive of her choice.

"Fine. Whatever. The party is scheduled to be on next Saturday. He's still planning the music and things of the kind. Why? Tell me. I'm curious." Anya said, leaning towards Buffy.

The Slayer looked around before putting her arms around Dawn and Anya's shoulders. "This mission, if you accept it, is called "Mission black book". Our goal is to give them back their journals without them knowing we had it."

"Really? I thought we could sign it with our names. Or maybe put little comments on the pages." Anya replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Yeah Buffy, have you been rewatching the Mission: Impossible movies?" Dawn asked her sister.

"What? No, of course not." Buffy told them, trying to hide her blush. "Hello? Bisexual now? Though, it's a shame Thandie Newton is straight."

"Every woman is bisexual Buffy. It's a proven fact. It just varies with the intensity of the feelings." Dawn said matter-of-factly.

"Really? So that cute girl I'm giving lessons to could be bisexual? I like that." Buffy replied, her eyes glazing over as she pictured said girl, her long black hair tied up as she mimicked Buffy's movements, the exposed parts of her body glistening as she worked.

"We lost her." Dawn told Anya, before leaning over and yelling Buffy's name in the Slayer's ear.

"I'm awake!" she yelled back, her eyes snapping back to reality. "Anyways, this is what I think we should do..." she told them, before elaborating her plan.