I keep starting new stories and I need to stop but I can't. I don't own Bones or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Always His Girl

Chapter One

The short blonde girl tries to peer over the crowd in the bar, searching for her friends. She finally spots a flash of red and rushes over. She smiles brightly at her small group of close friends and sits next to the red-headed girl.

"I think I'm shrinking," Buffy states, waving over a waiter. "It's getting harder and harder to find people in a crowd." Willow giggles and pats her friend's hand as she places her order.

"I think you're just the right size, Buffy," she tells the blonde. "You're Buffy-sized!"

"Well, I hope so," Oz pipes up from beside his girlfriend. "Otherwise, I've been calling her the wrong name for four years now."

"That would just be really uncomfortable for everyone," Xander points out. "Everybody here likes your shortness, Buff. It's cute." The blonde raises an eyebrow at her slightly dorky friend.

"Cute? Well, alright then," Buffy says, shrugging. "I would personally go with stunningly sexy but I'll take cute." The waiter comes back with Buffy's food and she thanks him.

"I'm so glad this place has good food and alcohol," she practically attacks the food in front of her.

"Geez, Buff," Xander laughs. "I still have no clue how you're not five-hundred pounds." She sends a mock glare his way.

"High metabolism combined with extensive workouts?" She asks, innocently.

"It could be that your stomach is a bottomless pit. Ooooh! Or maybe a black hole!" Willow jokes, nudging Buffy's shoulder, making her laugh. She takes a sip of her vodka and shakes her head. Across the building, sitting at the bar, is a man, drowning his sorrows in liquor. His head is held low and he looks entirely miserable. He signals the bartender for another drink and ignores everyone else around him.

"Sorry to break up the party," Oz sighs. "We should get going, Will. Big day tomorrow and all that." Willow grins at her rocker boyfriend and nods.

"I'll see you guys in two weeks!" she tells her best friends, hugging each one tightly.

"We'll miss you, Will," Xander responds, ruffling her short hair.

"But have fun anyway," Buffy elbows Xander. "And bring me something pretty!"

"There will be souvenirs all around, promise," Will laughs, taking her boyfriend's hand as they leave the Founding Fathers bar and grill.

"I should head out, too," Xander stretches, and then hugs his petite friend. "I have work in the morning. Want me to walk you home?"

"No, thanks," she smiles up at her best friend. "I'm gonna hang back for a bit. Have a couple drinks. I'll call a cab when I'm ready." He nods, kisses her forehead and grabs his jacket, leaving the bar. Buffy walks over and climbs onto the only empty barstool left in the place, right next to the distressed man.

"Vodka tonic, please," she requests, looking around herself. She smiles sadly at the heavily drunk stranger beside her.

"Hey," she says, gently, placing a small hand on his broadly muscled shoulder. "Everything okay?" The man looks up, surprised and Buffy takes in his features. Even intoxicated, the man is devastatingly handsome, with chiseled features and dark hair and eyes. Perfect, white teeth show slightly as he grimaces. Little does Buffy know that he's observing, through his muddled mind, how gorgeous she is, as well. Her blonde hair falls around her shoulders in silky waves and her hazel eyes show nothing but concern for the man beside her. To the drunken FBI agent, she looks just like an angel.

"Do you ever have one of those days, where nothing good happens at all?" his words are slurred from the alcohol and Buffy's face crumples in worry for the handsome stranger.

"Yeah," she whispers. "Yeah, I do." She gently squeezes his arm. He looks at her hand in confusion before focusing – sort of – back on her face.

"I'm Seeley," he states, grabbing onto her hand with shockingly fast reflexes for someone so drunk. He doesn't know what compelled him to give this girl his first name, usually preferring to introduce himself as just Booth. He's even more confused about why he grabbed her hand and why the contact is sending tremors up and down his spine.

"Buffy," she tells him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before taking her own back. "Do you need some help getting home? I can call you a cab, if you'd like."

"Home is…" he trails off. "I don't remember where home is." His forehead creases in intense concentration. Buffy giggles and slides off her stool.

"Come on, big guy," she tells him, helping him to stand without falling on his ass. She steadies him as much as possible, pulling out her cell phone with her free hand and calling the cab service. Buffy carefully leaves the man leaning against the brick wall of the bar as they wait for the cab. When it arrives, she opens the door, letting Seeley fall into the cab. She climbs in next to him. Unable to give the driver Seeley's address, she gives him her own and he heads off in that direction.

"You know," Seeley mumbles, still slurring. "You're a very beautiful woman. Such pretty eyes and the hair is just…" he trails off, playing with the edge of her long, silky hair. Buffy holds her breath, unable to control her erratic heartbeat at even the slightest touch from this man that she's barely known for fifteen minutes. The cab pulls up outside her apartment building and she pays him, giving a generous tip. She thanks a higher power she's not even sure exists that her apartment is on the first floor, heading towards it, and supporting Seeley while fishing her keys out of her bag. She lets them into her apartment, leaving the lights off for fear of hurting him. The back of Buffy's mind is screaming at her for bringing a stranger – a drunk stranger – much larger and stronger than herself into the house but her gut argues that he would never hurt her. She knows in her soul that he's a good man. She hopes.

"This-s isn't my apartment," he whispers, close to Buffy's ear. She shivers at his warm breath fanning against her neck.

"No, it's mine. I don't know where you live and you can't seem to remember your address so this is our only option," she explains to him, slowly. "Now, let's get you to the bed."

"No," he argues. "I won't take your bed. The couch is fine." Buffy rolls her eyes, pulling him towards the bedroom and practically shoving him inside. She eases him to the bed, after taking his jacket off and laying it on a chair. She helps with his shoes and socks. When she looks back up, she's face to abs with tan skin. She has to force herself not to kiss and lick and nibble at the bare flesh exposed from Seeley taking his shirt off. She shakes it off, removing his belt. She turns to fold the shirt nicely onto the chair and when she turns back to face him, he had taken his pants off. Standing before her in nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts, his eyes trail her face and body. She takes a deep, shuddering breath before pulling back the covers and helping him into the bed. She goes across the room and carefully changes, hoping the darkness and distance are enough to keep her modest around this man. She starts to go into the living room but a warm hand grabs her wrist, stopping her.

"If you're making me sleep in the bed, you could at least join me," he says, sounding entirely wiped out. Buffy feels her eyes widen. "I can't kick a lady out of her bed." Buffy relents slowly, slipping under the covers and trying to stay as far away from Seeley as she can. It doesn't exactly work when she hears a soft snore and then fells strong arms wrap around her from behind, pulling her close to his broad chest. She stiffens for just a moment, and then relaxes into his comfortable arms, drifting slowly to sleep.

Beta-ed by: Emilie Brown - My lovely! hehe

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