Sexiness ahead.
Clay slipped back into the woods as he heard a door open. Her scent came to him on a soft gust of wind and he tried to sink further into shadows, not wanting her to see his blood soaked fur.
"You don't have to hide Clay," Buffy called out.
He took a moment to shift back into human but stayed in the darkness the trees provided. "I didn't want you to have to see me that way, the after image of the violence."
She smiled, "exposing your dark side doesn't frighten me, hiding it does. I have seen more damage done by hiding the darkness, or violence, than I have by sharing it with those you trust and care about."
Still Clay stayed put.
"So are you going to come out or do I need to go in there and get you?" Buffy asked with a huff.
Clay chuckled, "also, I'm naked."
"Oh," Buffy blushed, "well it's not like you have anything I haven't already seen, but if you're shy I could get you a robe or towel." She turned to head back inside.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." As Clay stepped into the growing light Buffy caught her first glimpse of his rippling muscles and wished she hadn't taunted him. She needed a distraction before she made a complete fool of herself. None came and before she knew it Clay was standing before her in all his glory. Riley had been big, well tall, but he'd had flab. Spike had been all slim and toned muscle. Clay was something else entirely. His chest and arm muscles were clearly defined and tapered into a trim waist. His legs were thickly muscled and lightly dusted with hair. He stood tall and proud, not like Riley who always seemed to hunch a little as though trying to hide or like Spike who swaggered with arrogance. He knew he was an impressive specimen and he had no problem showing it to the world.
For a moment Buffy was lost in lustful thoughts, but a girlish squeal quickly brought her back to reality. She swiftly turned and closed the door behind her before facing Clay once more. "I really should get you some clothes, and maybe you guys should stash a bag in the woods around here." Buffy stifled a laugh, "all the girls are going to know what she saw in a matter of minutes."
"Sorry," chimed a female voice from behind Clay, "we thought everyone would still be asleep."
"No worries," Buffy assured, "but a little heads up; Slayers don't sleep much, and the older we get, the longer we are a Slayer, the less sleep we need."
Oz couldn't help but notice the haunted look in her eyes, but as he moved to approach Buffy his mate slid slightly to block his path. He smiled at Elena's possessive actions, understanding her desire to keep his naked form to herself. It had taken some time for him to get over his urge to remove their pack mate's eyeballs every time she shifted around them. Oz embraced her from behind, simultaneously accepting her natural instincts and reassuring her of her place in his life. In return she relaxed into his hold and sighed contentedly.
Buffy turned to the door, carefully pulling it open, "if you guys give me a minute I'll bring everyone something to wear." She needed to get away from the happy sight of two people in love before she broke down into tears.
A few moments later a composed Buffy returned with an armful of clothes. She held out pants for the guys and a dress for Elena. Buffy somehow managed to be alone with Clay as she handed him a pair of pants. Against her better judgement she couldn't help but tease him a bit more. "You know, I didn't see any underwear when I was digging these out of your bag."
Clay smirked as he pulled on the proffered material, doing up the zipper but leaving the button undone. "That's because I don't wear any, darlin'."
Buffy's face heated at the admission and she tried to remember the last time she'd reacted to someone in this way. Her face fell a bit when she realized it was with Spike.
Clay jumped in fast when he saw the sudden change in her. "Look, Buffy, I'm not trying to take his place. I may not have known the guy, but if you cared about him he must have been special. All I'm asking for is a crumb; a bit of your time, your attention, a chance to see if this flirting could lead to anything. We can go as slow as you want."
Clay had barely finished speaking when Buffy stretched up and kissed him. Spike had always tasted like cigarettes, alcohol, and blood; it was oddly pleasant. Clay had a unique taste too; it was citrus and mint but still with that coppery hint of blood, and again Buffy found it oddly pleasant.
After a millisecond of surprise Clay kissed her back, 'She tastes like sunshine. How is that possible?' and after another brief second pushed to deepen the kiss. He felt her relax into him and ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips, requesting access that Buffy eagerly granted. His bliss was short lived however as Buffy suddenly jerked back, breaking out of his hold.
A hand shot to her lips and her eyes danced along the ground, looking at anything but Clay. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." She shook her head and slowly backed away, "it's not right. I'm not ready," she mumbled, talking mainly to herself, before she turned and ran inside hoping to hide for a bit. Her hope was short lived when she realized Clay had followed her up to her room. She swiftly tried slamming the door on temptation, but he must have been expecting that and was too quick for her.
"Buffy, talk to me," Clay implored. "I will go at the pace you deem necessary but I don't think whatever this is between us is going to go away." He caught her arm as she tried moving away from him. "Hell darlin', I don't want it to go away. Feels too damn good." He used a finger under her chin to lift her face. "Can't you feel it? A warmth in your chest, a tingling in your veins, a rightness. Tell me you can feel it," he begged.
Suddenly Buffy threw herself at him, jumping a little to wrap her arms around his neck, lifting her legs to encircle his waist, and pulling his mouth down to meet hers. Clay's hands went to her hips, his fingers splaying wide, just barely grazing ass. Their mouths crashed together, tongues dueling, parting only briefly to gasp for air. With Clay's hands holding her secure Buffy lets her hands wander into the limited space between them, alternating between undoing the buttons on her shirt and mapping the hard planes of his chest.
Clay slowly, carefully, worked his way to the bed in the corner of the room. His knees bumped the mattress as Buffy shrugged out of her shirt, revealing a combination of red satin and black silk. Clay released his hold, letting the blonde beauty fall onto the bed with a bounce. "You are glorious," he breathed, placing a knee on the bed between her splayed legs.
His words caused a hot blush to form on Buffy's face. Her hands reached out to him again, sliding through the dusting of hair on his chest before dropping to trace the happy trail leading into his pants. His hands came to rest on her softly rounded hips, running up her trim tummy, briefly cupping her satin covered breasts. They skimmed over her collarbones and up her neck until he held her face, gently caressing the smooth skin of her cheeks. Her hands came up to cup his before roaming up his corded arms, griping his broad shoulders, nails digging in, pulling him closer. Her lips met his once more, breaking the spell that held them entranced. Their movements became frantic. His hands left her face to push her shorts to the floor. Buffy helped him to shed his own pants before eagerly exploring his aroused manhood. Her touches caused him to growl deep in his throat and rip her remaining clothes from her body. Despite his own body's urgency to fill the woman under him he resisted, taking the time to ensure her readiness. His fingers found her wet and hot, he teased her a moment, enjoying the quick gasp of air his playing elicited. The flick of his thumb, the twist and curve of two fingers inside her, had her releasing a low moan and begging for more. Satisfied Buffy was ready he entered her with one swift thrust, stilling completely once buried deep inside. He forced his body to remain steady until she moved, a shift of her hips, and he began slowly thrusting. As their breaths became more ragged his thrusts became faster, harder, and she readily met him, move for move. With one last push he froze deep inside her. Her back arched up off the bed. His forearms strained as he braced himself above her. Her nails dug into his back leaving read welts and little half-moons. His face buried in her neck, visage contorted, canines lengthened and buried in the curve of her shoulder.
She screamed her release.
His wolf howled, "Mine!"
So I am, participating in NaNoWriMo so this will be the last time I update this story for a while. Sorry. Please Read and Review.
Also I have another story that I've started typing. I will post a poll to see is you guys want some of it before November, keep in mind there will be a long wait for updates, or if you want me to wait and give you a treat after NaNoWriMo.
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Bitten.
