One solitary finger was held up when he started toward her. It was a lone soldier in the war she was fighting. It did its best to scare him off. It knocked back in forth, wiggled and waggled in the most aggressive manner a finger could muster but in the end her finger took the cowards way out and instead her lips took the full brunt of his attack.
These lips of hers did their best but in the end they did nothing to protect their owner. Honey surrendered to Xander with a feline growl. Now that finger, who was once on her side, joined in with the rest of the traitors and grabbed at him, trying to push and pull him in a position that best suited her devouring mood.
When the car door was open and she was pushed inside she didn't give their location a second thought. Her only thought was how much she wanted him, how much she loved him and how she had ached for him to make this very fantasy a reality.
Later she might regret this decision but for now she could only submit to it with wreckless abandon....