"Dreaming about me, huh?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. "I knew I shouldn't have told you."
"Oh, come on." Xander's punch landed on the bag, hard enough that Buffy had to hang on. "Everyone needs a little masturbatory fantasy. There was masturbatory-ness?"
"Lack of masturbatory-ness," Buffy denied with a wrinkled nose.
"Too bad." Xander kicked the bag, totally in better shape than even he knew. "Because you and me? It's fairly hot. I'm talking Jean-and-Wolverine-on-the-table hot."
Buffy raised an eyebrow.
"I know. I hate that movie and yet I'm wearing out the DVD at the one point."
"I didn't say anything."
Xander punched again, the silence lingering. "Can we pretend I didn't either?"
Buffy grinned. "And my dream?"
"When I'm tortured it's name and rank only."
"Mmm, torture, bondage," Buffy teased.
Buffy smirked. "In your dreams."