Still His Girl

A fic by: Jen

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from either Bones or BtVS—much to my utter sadness. God, I'd love to own Booth or Angel/Angelus! :) Yummy!

This is a very short A/N cause I'm trying to get them under 500 words!! lol! This is also un-beta'd...sorry, but it's basically PWP with a tad of Spike thrown in...(lol) and I figured you'd rather have a new chappie than wait, right?? Hope I was right. Anyhow, I want to thank each and every one of you who've supported this fic and R&R'd. I was nervous about putting this up because of all the Booth/Brennan shippers out there, but it's gotten such a good response, I'm totally happy I did it. I love Booth and Buffy! :) All of your feedback has inspired my musie and she's totally into this fic. Thank you. :) :)

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Okay, now on with the smut...

xoxo

Jen

**Chappie 7**

Palomar Hotel: Buffy/Dawn's room

For a moment they were totally silent, and Buffy felt the nervous energy of relief and anxiety rush through her simultaneously. She'd dodged a bullet that could have brought her precarious house of cards down, but Seeley had still met, and had to deal with the bizarness that was Spike. What was he thinking?

"Well, that went better than I thought it would," she quipped, wringing her hands as she studied Booth for any signs that he was upset, or worse, remembering his life as Angel.

She'd been afraid that seeing Spike might trigger his memory to come back. Even if a part of her wished for her Angel back, another part of her was falling hard and fast for Agent Seeley Booth. It was a conundrum because it appeared, no matter who he was, she still loved him, so what to do?

On one hand, Booth laughed more than Angel. He didn't hate himself and what he was like Angel did, but with Angel she could share who she really was. But was that worth seeing that self loathing back in those beautiful brown eyes? While a part of her missed Angel's gentle and complete devotion to her, even though she had to admit she hadn't had that since he'd left Sunnydale, but they could find that again. The real question here was whether it was worth wiping away the confidence and happiness he'd found as Seeley Booth so he could remember his past? Would Angel even want to remember after knowing the peace he'd found as Booth? It was confusing and Buffy was torn about what outcome she really wanted. Did she really want him to remember? She honestly couldn't answer that anymore.

Booth saying her name as he waved a hand in front of her face startled her and brought her out of her reverie. "Wow, thought I lost you for a minute there," he said, giving her a strange look. "Want to share what put that far-away look in your eyes?"

She sighed. "It was nothing, just thinking about how bad the meeting between you and Spike could have gone, but didn't. Score one for the 'let's all get along' approach," she said, giving him a small smile.

He snorted. "I wouldn't go that far. I still think Billy-boy is bad news, but as long as he keeps his nose out of my personal space, and his hands out of your underwear drawer, I won't have to shoot him."

She giggled, and Booth shot her a frown. "It's not funny, Buffy. Come on, that guy is weird. Did you see his hands? He wears black nail polish. What kind of guy wears nail polish?" He made a face of disgust. "And he was…" he scowled, "smelling me," he said, and Buffy had to bite back her giggle at his look of utter horror. "Ugh. Don't you think that's kind of freaky?"

"That's Spike. Freaky doesn't even begin to cover it," she said offhandedly.

He looked put out again, and he crossed his arms over his chest as he gave her that look she was starting to associate with an upcoming interrogation—it was the same look that made her instinctively squirm. "So you guys had one of those kind of relationships?"

She recognized that broody scowl. "Huh? What?" she asked, and could have bitten off her tongue for making that flippant remark. Dammit, just when she's out of the frying pan again, she took a nose dive back into the fire. She shook her head. "No-noooo," she assured him, shaking her head. "It wasn't all that freaky…I mean not the kind of freaky I think you mean. It was…" She chose her words carefully. "Not pretty, and definitely unhealthy, but like I said earlier, I was in a bad place at that time and Spike…" She shrugged, "well, he made me feel something besides the numbing emptiness."

"Were you with him after your ex died, is that it?"

"No, I was with Spike after my ex dumped me and moved to L.A." she said. She hoped he didn't hear the bitterness in her voice, but he was too perceptive.

"This guy—your ex, he really hurt you, didn't he?"

She nodded. "Yes," she admitted very quietly.

"But you still loved him despite that didn't you?"

She nodded, biting her lip to keep from telling him she still did—always would as a matter of fact.

Booth cupped her face in his hands. "So Spike was 'rebound guy'?" he asked, instinctively abandoning the topic of her ex. There was obviously a bit too much pain still there for his liking.

She nodded. "Yeah, I guess you could call him that, but it was a very long time ago, Seeley. I mean like another lifetime." She ran her hands up his chest. "Please, can we not talk about it anymore?" she asked, turning huge green eyes on him and fluttering her lashes. "There are so many—far more interesting things we could be doing instead of talking about Spike…"

It was the added pout that made his resolve crumble. "You know that look isn't always going to work, right?"

Buffy's smile was radiant and more than a tad relieved. "Yep, but I'm so gonna enjoy it while it lasts," she teased. "You have your broody scowl…and your gun. I have my feminine wiles…" She tunneled her fingers into the short, soft hairs at the nape of his neck. "You wouldn't begrudge me using whatever means necessary to get my way with you, now would you?"

He laughed softly. She could have her way with him alright—any way and in every way she wanted. He didn't say it out loud; instead he wrapped his arms loosely around her hips and leaned down to brush her lips with a kiss. "I've never met anyone like you, you know that?" he said, raising his head.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," she said and leaned up on her tip-toes to bring their lips back into contact.

Several deep, wet kisses later, he pulled back with a gasp. He was hard and aching to be inside her again. He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to toss her on the bed and take her like a mindless animal. Jeez, she really did bring out the cave-man in him, didn't she? "What about your sister?" he asked, trying to catch his breath. He glanced at the door as if expecting it to open. "She could be back any minute," he said, almost wishing she would, he was so close to losing control.

Buffy gave a small shake of her head as she nibbled her way along his jaw. "Nah, she'll be down there for at least an hour. Plus…look over at the nightstand." He glanced at the table, but frowned when he didn't see anything amiss. Buffy giggled and slid her hands down his hips and around to palm the firm muscles of his ass. "She forgot her key," she said with a grin and a squeeze, sending his pulse sky-rocketing.

He couldn't resist anymore—it looked like he was an animal where she was concerned after all. A slow, decidedly wicked smile swept across his face as he realized the implication. "Aaaah, how convenient of her," he said, and lowered his head again. This time he took control of the kiss, and backed her towards the bed, eager to be with her now that he'd let go of his reservations. "Which one is yours?" he asked urgently, his breath huffing against her flesh as his lips trailed a hot path down her throat to that bit of scarred flesh that fascinated him for some reason, and drove her wild.

Buffy arched her neck, giving him better access to his mark. "That one," she panted, just as urgent as he was. She motioned to the Queen-sized bed closest to the door as her hands went to his belt buckle and hurriedly unfastened it. "Need you," she whispered, breathlessly.

He groaned when her tiny hand slipped inside the front of his jeans and wrapped around his erect penis. "Buffy!" he gasped, his hips jerking forward and into her touch. She burned him. All she had to do was look at him a certain way and he was panting for her. They'd spent hours indulging their lust for each other, but it was as if this was the first time all over again. "You make me crazy," he muttered, pulling at her clothes, as eager as she was to get naked and back in bed.

Downstairs bar:

Dawn found Spike at the bar just as she'd expected. He had several shots lined up in front of him and was shooting them back one by one.

"Keep em coming, mate," he said as he slammed the last glass down.

Dawn took a seat next to him. "Do you really think getting wasted is going to help?"

The bartender re-filled all the glasses with Jack Daniels and walked away to ring them up. Spike snorted. "Maybe not, but if I drink enough of these, I won't care one way or the other," he grumbled, picking up the glass and drinking down the booze with one gulp.

The bartender came back with the total and Spike paid him. The guy looked Dawn over, and then carded her. "Twenty One last month," she said proudly as she showed him her ID, and ordered herself a wine cooler.

"Bollocks! What the bloody hell is a wine cooler? If you're gonna sit here with me, Bit, at least have a real drink, will ya?"

"I don't really drink, Spike," she said.

"Well it's never too late to start," he replied with a smirk and pushed one of the shot glasses filled with JD at her.

She made a face, but he was smiling at her in a taunting, challenging way. He raised a scarred brow. "Not scared are ya?"

She scowled. "Of what? You?" She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Puh-lease…" she said and picked up the glass.

Spike smirked again, but clinked his glass against hers. "To Peaches," he said with a broad grin. "May he catch a bad case of the clap and have all his manly parts shrivel up and—"

Dawn's eyes bulged. "Spike!" she exclaimed, cutting off the rest of his words. "So not wanting that visual in my head, thank you very much!"

He blinked at her innocently, but the smile was devilish. "What? I didn't wish him dead…" He shrugged and chuckled. "Just neutered…"

"I'm not drinking to that," she said, but her lips twitched despite herself.

He sighed. "Fine." He tapped his shot glass against hers. "To the Slayer and the Poof, may they shag like bunnies, have lots of little poofters, and bloody well live happily ever after! Happy?" he grumbled. Dawn giggled, and Spike scowled. "You laugh now…just wait." He smirked and motioned to her still full glass. "Drink up, Pet, we still have a long way to go before I'm done feeling bleeding sorry for me-self."

Dawn tipped her head and shot back the drink in one gulp. She coughed and sputtered, making a face, but kept the booze down. "Whew," she gasped, "my throats on fire."

Spike pushed a glass of water her way. "You'll get used to the burn," he said with a grin. He nodded to the bartender and the guy re-filled the glasses again. Spike pushed another one Dawn's way. He smiled at her with genuine warmth. "Thanks for coming down and keeping me company, Bit."

She set the water down after taking a few swallows. She smiled. A pleasant sensation of warmth was spreading throughout her belly, and with more confidence she picked up her shot and lifted it towards Spike. "To my sister, she's saved the world—a lot, may she finally get the happiness she deserves."

Spike sighed, but raised his glass anyhow. "That she has, but did it have to be with him?"

The shot back their drinks, this time Dawn didn't cough, but she still made a face and took a sip of water. "She loves him. She always has, you were the one who reminded me of that."

He scowled. "Well who told you to listen to me?" he said petulantly.

She giggled. "Come on, Spike…I know you were upset when he died. I saw it in your face, when you came to Rome. Something had changed between you and Angel…"

He shrugged. "Maybe, I had started to see what he was really about. He was a brooding tosser, but he had guts…" He took a drink. "I was…put out that he'd gone out like that, committing bloody suicide. But I sure as hell didn't expect the ponce to get that brass ring and come back human!" He grabbed another glass, pausing to roll the booze around the glass for a moment. He snorted. "I swear Angel could land in a pile of manure and still come out of it smelling like a bloody rose! Hundred and fifty years of blood and torture, and the soddin' almighty Powers That Be just give him back his humanity—it's not fair. I saved the world too, ya know?" he said petulantly and gulped the shot down. "And what do I get?" he said, slamming the glass back on the bar. "Nothing but a bleedin' cup of Mountain Dew, that's what! Where's the justice in that?" he asked, grabbing another shot of Jack.

More than a bit confused, Dawn's brows drew down in a puzzled frown. "Huh? Mountain Dew? What are you talking about?" He shrugged and mumbled something about a fake prophecy and she took the glass out of his hand. "I think you've maybe had too much of this… and I also think you're being unfair to Angel. What about the hundred years of suffering he went through before he met Buffy? You didn't suffer like that when you got your soul back, right?"

He snatched his glass back and gulped it down before she could even think of taking it away again. "Yeah, well—Angelus made me look like a choir boy, so I didn't have as many victims to brood over, now did I?"

"And how'd you get the name Spike again?" she asked, raising a brow at him.

He chuckled. "I didn't say I was a choir-boy—only that Angelus made me look like one, and since I don't want to ruin our little party here by going into details..let's just say—Angel had it right to brood over it for a century…"

"Maybe so, but Angel wasn't Angelus," she said. "Just like Booth isn't really Angel anymore."

"Is the Slayer going to tell the big ape who he used to be?"

Dawn fiddled with her empty shot glass, waving off the bartender when he went to re-fill her. "I think she wanted to at first, but now…" She shrugged. "I don't know. Plus Whistler made her promise not to mention Angel at all."

Spike pushed another glass her way and Dawn shot him a surprised look, before her eyes narrowed and she raised a suspicious brow. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" she asked warily.

He chuckled evilly. "Why not, either you'll cheer me up or we'll both be too wasted to realize we're miserable," he said wrapping her hand around the little glass of alcohol.

Dawn's lip jutted, and she scowled. "Hey, I'm not miserable! I'm just…unattached."

Spike rolled his eyes. "Sure you aren't. So it was your big plan all along to give your life fighting evil and never finding that right guy who makes your heart go pitter-pat?"

Dawn frowned. "Okay, so maybe I'm a bit depressed sometimes, but not miserable—that would definitely be you," she teased.

"Well, you know what they say…misery loves company, and all that rot, so how about your depression keeps my misery company."

Dawn giggled and raised her glass. "Fine, to misery and his company," she joked.

Spike raised his. "I'll do better than that. Here's to getting good and tossed and telling the world and the 'Powers-that-Be-whatever' to bugger off!"

"Here-here," she agreed, and shot back her drink. A few minutes and another shot later, Dawn gave Spike a goofy smile. "You know what…? I'm already feeling way better—is that why you always drank so musch?" she asked, slurring her words just a bit.

He nodded, feeling no pain himself. "Yeah, amazin' how that happens, eh?" he said, patting his jacket for his cigarettes. He took the pack out, and lit one. "Ya know—you can say what you want about them being happy and all—if ya ask me, human or not…he's still a dick."

The bartender grabbed an ashtray and handed it to Spike. "Hey, you can't smoke in here. You're going to have to put that out."

Spike took another hit, blew it in the bartenders face before he laid a hundred dollar bill on the bar. "Ya might as well get us a bottle, mate—me and the Bit here are on a mission tonight," he said stubbing his cigarette out.

"I can't sell you a bottle—if I over-serve, the Hotel is liable, and I could lose my job if you get in an accident after you leave here."

Dawn frowned. "But I'm staying here. We're not driving. Look here's my key," she said reaching into her back pocket. She frowned. "Ooopsie…I must have left it in the room," she said, before giggling. The bartender gave Spike a look, but the blond vampire simply stared back, totally unaffected. "But wait! I'm in room fifteen, twelve, you can look it up, right?"

The bartender went to his computer behind the bar and punched in a few keys. "What's your name?"

"Dawn Summers. The room is under Buffy Summers. That's my sister."

The bartender agreed and set a new bottle of JD down on the bar along with two clean shot glasses. "Enjoy," he said and picked up the hundred. "But if you need me to call up to your room…" he said to Dawn, ignoring Spike's glare. "Just let me know—I don't want to see you get taken advantage of," he said, giving Spike another look.

"Taken advantage of?" Suddenly she giggled. "Ooh you mean by Spike here?" She shook her head, laughing even harder. "Soo not going to happen—he has the big puppy-love for my sister, but she's upstairs, probably having sex with her used to be vam—"

Spike clapped a hand over her mouth, grabbed the bottle, and pulled her away from the bar. "Alright Bit, I'd ask if you were ready to get sauced, but I think you already are!"

Dawn let him lead her to a dimly lit corner booth towards the back of the bar. "Maybe I am, but since I'm locked out of my room, and I can only imagine what's going on up there right now anyhow—" She grinned. "Might as well have fun, right? Buffy and Booth sure are, I bet."

Spike glowered at her. "Thanks for puttin' that visual in me head, Bit," he muttered, as he flung himself into the seat. "You know what? Bugger this! Bugger the Slayer and the Poof too! Drama Queens, the both of them, maybe you're right. Maybe they are perfect for each other…" Spike gazed at Dawn. She had always been cute as a bug, but in the last few years, she had turned into a beautiful woman. He stared at her long and hard, stunned she'd grown up without him even noticing. "Maybe there's someone else out there for me…someone I never saw until…now," he said softly and poured them both another shot.

Upstairs:

Clothes were strewn everywhere, the covers had been kicked off the bed and lay on the floor in a heap, and the sounds of their ragged, panting breaths and moans were drowned out only by the creaking of the bed and the headboard banging against the wall as Booth and Buffy indulged in their endless need for one another.

"Seeley," Buffy whimpered, as she braced her hands on the well defined muscles of his chest and levered herself up and down, riding his cock hard. "Oh God," she panted. "So good- so good- so good," she chanted, as the first flutters of another orgasm tingled its way from the place where they were joined, into her belly, down her legs, and into her toes, making them curl with pleasure. "Yes!" she gasped as she felt his hand glide down her belly and in between their driving bodies.

Booth planted his feet into the mattress and pumped his hips upward, driving them both closer to the precipice of ultimate bliss as he maneuvered his hand into position to give her the relief she needed. He kept his thrusts strong and steady as he expertly rolled her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. "Come for me, Buffy," he grunted, before pulling on the distended tip of that tiny bundle of nerves, pinching it lightly, and giving her the pressure he knew she needed to come.

Buffy's world exploded in a maelstrom of bright lights and colors. "Seeeelleeeyy!" she screamed as she came undone. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she was tossed into a chasm of pleasure that was so overwhelming, it fogged the mind and made her incapable of anything more than soft whimpering moans as she threw her head back, grinded down on his driving hips and rode out her climax.

Booth fared no better. His hands gripped her hips and he clenched his eyes shut as every nerve ending seemed to draw tight as his impending orgasm rushed through him. He tried to lift Buffy off him—he hadn't used a condom with her…again, but the Slayer was having none of that, and held on tight. With a deep sigh, he gave up, groaned her name and clutched her to him as he thrust once, twice more, before shooting his hot cum deep inside her womb.

He fell back on the bed, panting and totally out of breath. "That was…" He sucked air into his lungs and shook his head as he cradled her to him. "Amazing," he said in wonder. Usually this was when his regrets came, but with Buffy, there was never any of those—each time was simply better than the last.

She pillowed her head on his chest and hugged him back. "Better than amazing…" she purred, totally satisfied and content to just be with him just like this.

There were no more words because really, words seemed to pale next to the magic of what they'd just shared. He kissed the top of her head and they lay like that, entwined as intimately as two people can be for several minutes as they basked in post-coital-bliss. But soon the laws of nature took over and Buffy felt him slip out of her, she felt the wet warmth of his semen as it trailed out of her and down her thighs. Her arms and legs tightened and she wrapped herself around him a bit more, determined to never let him go this time. It dawned on her that he could have impregnated her, and unconsciously her thighs clenched as if to keep that part of him inside as she reveled in the idea of having his baby.

"I love you," she whispered softly, placing a soft kiss on the sweat slicked flesh of his chest, right above his heart—which thudded in her ears with a loud *thump-thump*. It was a good sound.

Booth eyes snapped open as her quiet declaration reached his ears. He was taken aback at how easily she'd declared her feelings, but he was doubly stunned at how right it felt when a similar reply sprung to his lips. He'd known her less than a week, yet he was ready to lay his heart open to her. How? It was unsettling to say the least. He hugged her tightly as he tried to gather his scattered wits. He'd loved before, but never this fast or this deep. Buffy had entered his life and sent him into a tail spin. He brushed the dampened locks back from her brow and searched her face, looking for the truth. Her eyes were a crisp, clear hazel. So bright and yes, so filled with love, it calmed his internal fears.

He sucked in a deep breath and took a leap of faith. "I love you too," he admitted, cupping her face in his big hands. "I don't know how it happened so fast, but it did," he told her softly. "I've never felt like this with anyone but you, Buffy. I thought I'd been in love before, but now..." he shrugged helplessly; his emotions a confused mess. "I don't know. This is…so different. It's like you're everything—you complete me. Make me whole." He shook his head and laughed at himself. "You must think I'm crazy," he muttered.

"Nooo, I so don't," she told him earnestly. "I think you believe in fate like I do. We were meant to meet that day—I believe that more than I've believed in anything in a very long time," she murmured, meeting his eyes with a determined tilt of her chin. "I deserved a break for once—and they gave you back to me…"

Neither noticed her slip of 'back to me' rather than 'to me'.

"They?" he asked, raising a brow.

Buffy nodded. "Yeah, the Powers, Gods—Fates…whatever you want to call them. They finally decided to smile on me. I'd been unhappy for so long. It seemed like everything good in my life got sucked away…then I met you and that changed," she said, flushing as he stared, tilting his head as if studying her. "I-I saw a chance for happiness—I didn't think I'd ever get that again, not after—" she paused and swallowed back her 'Angel' tears. Okay, she was getting way too mushy and intense on him here.

She wiped at her eyes. "God, now you must think I'm crazy!" She looked away, biting her lip, and running a hand through her hair, as she always did when she was nervous. "Sorry…can we just rewind Buffy's little melt-down and let's just leave it with I think I'm falling in love with you?" Her heart thundered in her chest, but she met his eyes anyhow, frowning with a bit of a pout thrown in. "Unless I've scared you off by going all 'Titanic-epic-y-trauma-girl' on you, that is?"

He laughed huskily. She was something else. He brought his hand up and stroked his knuckles down the downy softness of her cheek. He'd never met anyone who wore their heart on their sleeve like Buffy did. It was more than eye opening—it was refreshing to have someone not try and play games with him. He'd known so many women who'd tried to act like they weren't interested, when he knew they were. Or worse, a woman who did care, but was so out of touch with love, she couldn't feel it. Bones was like that—she didn't believe in emotional attachments like love. Not him. He dealt in feelings, lived by his instincts, and his gut was telling him Buffy was for real.

"Buffy, I—" His phone rang and he scowled, but he had to get it. "I'm sorry," he told her before he grabbed his phone and flipped it open. "Booth," he said into the receiver. Buffy went to move away from him in an attempt to give him some privacy, but his free hand shot out and he pulled her back onto his chest. He wrapped his arm around her and kept her close. "Yeah Bones, what's up?" he asked, still keeping an arm wrapped around Buffy's slim shoulders. "Hey that's great—so you and Sully made a good team? Told you he was okay once you gave him a chance," he said, smiling.

Brennan went on to tell him how they'd solved the case and that she wanted to take Sully to the Royal Diner for a piece of pie and would it bother him if she did. He made a face, it was somewhere in between a frown and a look of surprise. "Why would I care?" He chuckled softly when she told him, in her rational way, it was because she didn't want him to think Sully was taking his place—that was their diner—the place they went after they wrapped up a case, and she knew how Booth placed emotional attachments on things. She was worried about hurting his feelings. He was touched and more than a bit surprised. "Wow Bones, that's actually…" he frowned, "kind of weird coming from you, but you know—it's really not 'our' diner, but thanks for asking, and I'm okay with it."

Buffy's brows got lower and lower and her lower lip jutted even further the more she listened. This was starting to sound like an intimate conversation between two people who were a lot more than friends—she didn't like it and the insidious stomach churning feeling of jealousy swept over her.

Booth glanced down, raised a brow at the scowly-pout she directed his way, and soothed whatever was bothering her by running his knuckles along her back in a gentle caress. He listened to Bones as she told him that Sully was interested in her and wanted to ask her out. Buffy watched as his brows lowered. "Why would you dating Sully bother me?" he asked, still frowning.

Buffy expelled her pent up breath and her whole face brightened suddenly. Booth noticed, and his eyes widened as he realized why Buffy had been scowling at him—she was jealous. He chuckled huskily and cuddled his tiny lover closer to his chest reassuringly as he responded to Bones' question. "Trust me," he said to Brennan, (and in a way, Buffy too). "I'm totally okay with it."

**Okay guys, you know the drill...click the button stuff musie so she can inspire me to write more. I promise I will be furthering the plot in the next chappie, but I just needed some Booth/Buffy smutterfluff. I just love them together. :) :) *Jen gushes like a squeeze-pop* lol!**