Disclaimer: I own nothing, only the plot bunny. Joss owns Buffy and Renny owns the boys and Kate. It's quite unfortunate actually...

Summary: Buffy finds Pogue at Nicky's after learning that Kate cheated on him. Pure fluff.

I'm SO SORRY that it took so long to get this chapter out. I had a chapter of this, a chapter of my Buffy/SPN story, and a chapter of my Buffy/LOST fic, but I lost the USB drive I had saved them on. Oh, that and a crapload of notes for my Art History class... But yeah, got the notes, and I tried to rewrite this chappie as soon as I could!

Thanks to John cena punk princess, Angelus242, Ellen, Noni, wolfgirl, and LaurieLover for your wonderful reviews! I'm glad you're liking this little series so far and that you're so excited for more! Keep reviewing, and I'll keep writing!

wolfgirl: There's not really going to be any explanation to be honest. But keep in mind that this isn't a complete series, just a bunch of ficlets, so she might not be sleeping with them all at once. She could be sleeping with one, two, three, or all four of them. It's all up to your imagination!

LaurieLover: I don't know if there'll be any mention of her power. If so, probably just in passing, but it won't be the focus of the stories. Also doubtful that the boys will end up in Sunnydale or LA, but you never know! Probably won't send her to college with them either because this isn't really a continuation of the first story. Just a few little smut pieces to fulfill both my obsession with writing them and everyone else's want for them! There will definitely be another Buffy/Caleb fic, and you're just going to have to see how Buffy hooks up with Pogue! )

Anyways, enough of that, on with the story!

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Buffy twirled her stake in her hand before shoving it back into the waistband of her jeans, coughing slightly as she inhaled a mouthful of vampire dust. Waving a hand in front of her face to clear the air, she swore under her breath when she caught herself humming an annoying pop song she had heard on the radio that afternoon. Heading out of the alley behind Nicky's, she stopped and cocked her head to the side in curiosity when she saw a shadow moving against the brick wall of the alley. Taking a couple of steps closer, she narrowed her eyes in attempt to see through the darkness, and they widened in shock when she made out what it was. A couple was pressed up against the dirty wall, the woman with her back against the brick with her legs and arms wrapped around her companion, and her partner had his hands braced against the wall by her head to support them. He had his face buried in her neck, and her head was thrown back, moaning loudly at whatever he was doing to her. Buffy's eyes widened even further when she saw who it was. Not wanting to be seen, she darted past them and out of the alley, quickly making her way through the doors into the crowded bar. Hanging up her coat on a hook by the door, she looked around the room, seeing the object of her worry sitting on a stool at the bar. Wondering if he had seen them, Buffy saw the shot glass in one hand and a bottle of clear liquid in the other, and she sighed, shaking her head. She briefly wondered how he had convinced Nicky to give him alcohol, but she quickly pushed that thought away and hesitantly made her way over to him, hopping onto the stool next to him and giving him a concerned look.

"Um. Hi." Pogue downed a shot of the mysterious liquid before looking over at Buffy and giving her a small nod in greeting. "I guess you saw… uh… her…"

"Kate fucking that guy in the alley?" he asked before pouring himself another shot and downing it. "Yeah. I did." He turned to look at her, and she winced at the look in his eyes. She didn't know how much he had had to drink, but if he continued at this rate, he would be completely wasted in a few minutes. "I can't believe her." He and Kate had been fighting nonstop ever since the whole

Chase situation, as he refused to tell her what really happened so as not to reveal their secret. Buffy sighed; she knew that they had been having problems, but she hadn't known that it was this bad.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," she said softly, watching as he swallowed another mouthful of the clear liquid, wincing and making a face as it burned it's way down his throat. He made to pour himself another, but she snatched the bottle out of his hand, holding it out of his reach when he tried to grab it back. "Nuh uh. I don't know how much you've had, or how you even got Nicky to give it to you in the first place, but that's enough." Giving him a look as he started to protest, she hopped over the counter, placing the bottle on a shelf attached to the back wall before grabbing a clean glass from below the counter and filling it with water. Placing it in front of him, she jumped back over the counter, looking around the room in search of her other three best friends. Not seeing them, she looked back over at Pogue who was staring into his glass. "Where are the others?"

"I don't know," he answered, shrugging, absently playing with the condensation on the outside of the glass. At a look from Buffy, he brought it to his lips, downing half of it before placing it back down on the counter.

"Honey, I-…" she started but was cut off as the door to the bar burst open and spun around to see Caleb, Reid, and Tyler burst in, all of them looking around wildly.

"Buffy!" Caleb called, quickly making his way over to her with Reid and Tyler trailing after him. "Where's Po-… uh…" He too trailed off when he saw Pogue sitting next to her, still staring into his glass. "Does he…?"

"Yeah," she nodded, looking over at Pogue in concern. "He knows." Pogue shifted in his seat and lost his balance, and Buffy lunged, catching him before he could fall off of the stool. "Alright, lets get you home."

"What happened to him?" asked Reid. Spotting the empty shot glasses littering the counter, Reid's eyes widened slightly before he looked toward the door, a scowl appearing on his face. "That slut! How dare she-…"

"Reid," Caleb hissed, giving Reid a look and shaking his head. "Don't."

"No!" he said, glaring at Caleb before turning back to Pogue. "How dare she do that to you? I'm gonna-…"

"Stop," Buffy ordered, giving Tyler a grateful smile as he slapped Reid on the back of the head. "This isn't helping anything." Reid gave her an apologetic pout, and she smiled slightly and rolled her eyes. "Alright, c'mon," she instructed Pogue, flinging his arm over her shoulder and slipping hers around his waist.

"I'll come with you," said Caleb, taking a step toward her and moving to duck under Pogue's other arm. Reid and Tyler nodded in agreement, but Buffy simply shook her head and smiled.

"Nah, it's alright. It'll be easier if I just take his bike. You guys stay here and have fun." Buffy shifted his weight on her shoulders so that she was more comfortable and started toward the door.

"You sure?" asked Caleb, frowning slightly in concern. "Because I-..."

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'll see you guys tomorrow." She grabbed her and Pogue's coats off of the hook by the door, stepping out into the cool night air before turning to look back at her three best friends. "Oh, and don't do anything to Kate... I've got first dibs." With a small smile, she walked over to Pogue's bike, nudging him on and slipping his jacket on. Putting on her own jacket, she plunked the helmet on him and slipped onto the motorcycle in front of him, instructing him to hold on tight. Feeling his arms slip around her waist, she started the bike and pulled out of the parking spot and onto the road toward Pogue's apartment. For some reason, she couldn't drive a car to save her life, a fact that was proven after many of Caleb's failed attempts to teach her, but she was perfectly comfortable on a motorcycle. A few minutes later, she pulled into a space in front of his apartment, her hair tangled and her face freezing from the strong wind and cold climate. "Alright." Sliding off, she took the helmet and helped him off, once again assuming their position of his arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist. Making her way up several flights of stairs, she stopped when she reached his door, panting slightly from the effort. By this time, the all of the alcohol he had drank had begun to take effect and he had started to lean on her heavily in order to make it up the stairs. Sure she was the Slayer, but anyone would be tired after half dragging, half carrying a hundred and thirty some-odd pounds of pure muscle up five flights of stairs. "You're going to have to help me with this, alright?"

"Alright." Buffy tightened her grip on Pogue's waist and shoved her hand into the front pocket of his jeans, looking for his key. Determinedly ignoring the way his cool fingers had slipped beneath the thin fabric of her t-shirt and were gently trailing over the the flat skin of her stomach, Buffy continued to search, extracting them with a flourish a few moments later.

"Found it!" she exclaimed a bit too excitedly, unlocking the door and pushing it open, sending them tumbling into the room. Quickly regaining her balance before she and Pogue fell flat on their faces, she walked through the small apartment, dropping the helmet onto the kitchen table before leading her heavily-intoxicated friend to his bedroom and depositing him on the bed with instructions to get undressed. Stripping off her leather jacket, Buffy wandered through the rooms, stopping in the bathroom to grab a bottle of Tylenol and the kitchen to get a glass of water, before heading back to the bedroom. Finding Pogue in the same position that she left him, flat on his back on the mattress and still fully clothed, Buffy shook her head and set the Tylenol and water on the nightstand, knowing that he would need them the next morning. Kicking off her boots, she climbed up onto the bed and straddled Pogue's thighs, pulling him into a sitting position so that she could get him undressed. "Hey, you with me?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." His speech was slightly slurred, but he seemed coherent enough. Giving him a smile and nod, Buffy pushed his leather jacket off of his shoulders, removing it and tossing it onto the floor, revealing taunt muscles covered only by a thin layer of fabric. She sucked in a surprised breath as his arms encircled her waist and he pulled her flush against him and nuzzled his face into her neck, his tongue darting out to lick the sensitive flesh, and attempted to pull away once they started to worm their way under her t-shirt. When he ducked his head to capture his lips with his, Buffy jerked back so suddenly that she would have fallen off the bed if he wasn't holding her.

"Hey, none of that," she said gently, slapping his hands away from her exposed midriff. "I do want this, you have no idea how much I want this, but we can't do this. You know we can't." She knew that Kate was cheating on him and that she'd just be getting what was coming to her, but she and Pogue were still officially together, and Buffy had to respect that. Lifting his arms above his head, she pulled off his t-shirt, hesitantly admiring the way his toned muscles shifted whenever he breathed, before getting off his lap and kneeling at his feet, quickly taking off his boots and socks and slipping off his jeans, watching as the dark denim slid over his tanned legs.

"I'm sorry," Pogue whispered so quietly that she barely heard it with the help of her Slayer hearing.

"For what?" she asked, frowning slightly and standing up so that she was looking down at him.

"Stay with me tonight?" he asked in response to her question, and she furrowed her brow in confusion as he scooted up so that he was leaning against the headboard. After a moment of staring, she nodded and unzipped her jeans, pushing them down and letting them pool around her ankles, leaving her clad only in a t-shirt and panties. Getting onto the bed and crawling up to where he was sitting, she laid down next to him, smiling slightly as he draped an arm over her side and buried his face in her hair. Pulling the comforter over the, she waited patiently for him to continue with his explanation, absently running her fingers through his long dark locks. "I'm sorry about..." He trailed off, and Buffy stayed silent, abandoning his hair and lightly running her palm over his toned stomach. "I just... I really thought she loved me." She sighed and withdrew her hand, looking up into his eyes and giving him a sympathetic half smile.

"I know. I'm sorry." Pogue let out a deep breath and wrapped his arms around Buffy's waist, pulling her flush against his body. "I really wish I could do more..."

"No, it's fine," he said softly, his soft breath tickling her ear. "This is helping." They continued to lie in silence for a few moments before Pogue said something that made her heart break at the thinly-veiled sadness in his voice. "You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah," she answered softly, giving one of his arms a light squeeze. He knew that she loved him too. She didn't need to say it back. As Pogue quickly drifted off to sleep next to her, having been worn out by the long day and the haze of alcohol, Buffy remained awake, staring into the darkness and wondering what was going to happen in the morning.

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Well, there's a little Buffy/Pogue fic. I know it was all fluff and no smoochies, but I had to set it up a bit and get Kate out of the picture... Hope you all enjoyed it anyways! Drop me a review and tell me what you thought of it! Hopefully I'll be able to get out another chapter soon. I'm thinking Tyler? That boy definitely needs some loving!