Oh, it was having that effect on him, was it? Buffy turned around when he followed her, shutting the fridge without actually taking anything out of it. She lifted the end of the shirt, just enough so that he could see the shorts she'd put on under it. She smiled the entire time, pressing herself against him now that she knew what she'd put on his mind.
"Of course I'm wearing something under it," she answered him coyly, her fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt but not undoing them. "This is the shirt you had me where when you brought me home, remember? Back when I just had that slip on? But about the book..." Her voice trailed off as she place a slow kiss on his lips, drawing it out. "Did you want to read the book to me now, or should I read it later?"
Right then and there, however, the knock came at the door and Buffy jumped. Knocks tended to mean bad things. Was it bad that her expression was instantly wary? "I swear, I didn't do anything. I haven't even been near my journal!" she insisted quickly, her lips still a breath away from his. She didn't run to open it, assuming Ambrose would want to do so as the master depending on who it was.