Disclaimer: I own neither Buffy nor the boys. They belong to Joss and Remmy respectively. Though I do wish that I was in possession of these four smokin' hot guys. Reid especially.
Summary: Buffy and Reid get locked in at Nicky's after it closes early one night. They decided to make the best of it.
Thanks to Demongirl024 and John cena punk princess for your lovely reviews! I'm glad you're liking this little collection of fics! A special thanks to Demongirl024 for planting this little plot bunny in my mind. It turned out beautifully, if I do say so myself!
I know I just wrote a Buffy/Reid fic, but Demongirl demanded it, and I gotta give the lady what she wants! Keep those yummy prompts coming. They provide me with much needed inspiration, and I love writing them!
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Buffy practically growled, her eyes narrowing as that blond... cleavagy... slut bomb giggled stupidly and plastered herself to her friend's front, grinding all up on him and swaying her hips to the beat of the music echoing through the crowded bar. Following her furious gaze, Caleb and Pogue chucked before turning back to her, Caleb shifting her slightly on his lap and Pogue tucking a stray strand of long blond hair behind her ear.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Caleb soothed, tightening his grip around her waist. "You know she doesn't mean anything to him. He'll always come back."
"Yeah, our boy's kind of a man whore," Pogue added somewhat helpfully, taking a large gulp of his Coke and directing the straw to her mouth. "But we love him anyways." She gave him a mock glare before taking a delicate sip from it, causing him to smile at her and take the cup back. Noticing that Tyler hadn't said anything, the Slayer looked over at him, seeing that he was still staring at Reid and the blond.
"Hey, baby boy, you alright?" she asked, concerned, and his gaze immediately snapped to her.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered quietly, shaking his head, but she frowned anyways, knowing that something was up with the youngest member of their little group. And she had a slight inkling what it might be.
"Be right back!" she exclaimed, extracting herself from Caleb's grasp. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her too-chipper tone, but allowed her to leave the table, watching as she sauntered over to the couple with an amused smile on his face. "Hi sweetie," she greeted, wrapping her arms around Reid's waist and giving him a small peck on the lips. Then she turned her attention to the scantily clad girl that was practically having sex with her man on the dance floor. "Can I help you?" The girl floundered for a few seconds, mind drawing a blank at the question, before turning and leaving in a huff, shooting Reid a scathing glare. His temper immediately flaring up, Reid grabbed her hand in his, his grip tight and demanding, and practically dragged her off the dance floor and across the crowded room, pulling her into one of the back rooms and slamming the door behind him. Flicking on the light, he slammed her back against the door, holding her hands pinned above her head and pressing his body into hers. This only succeeded in making her angrier.
"What the hell was that?" he growled in her ear, causing her to growl right back at the way he was treating her. Reid got pretty physical when he was angry, and though he had been thrown off of her countless times before, he continued to revert back to caveman behavior whenever she pissed him off. And she was getting pretty sick of it.
"Get off me." Effortlessly, she shoved him away from her, her Slayer strength sending him crashing into a bookcase against the opposite wall. She discretely checked him for any permanent damage, sighing inwardly in relief when she found none.
"What was that?" he repeated, sounding just as angry and flailing his arms slightly, but knowing better than to try and touch her again.
"What the hell were you doing?" she said, gesturing toward the door, and he knew that she was talking about the girl.
"Ooooh, I see," he observed slightly mockingly, curling his tongue under his top teeth in the annoying way Spike had always done. She briefly wondered if they were related. "You're jealous." He slowly made his way toward her, keeping his eyes locked with hers. She watched him warily, still angry but not moving as he seriously invaded her personal bubble. Allowing him to take her hands in his and guide them to his neck, she watched as his hands settled on her hips and closed her eyes, feeling the tip of his tongue press against the pulse in her neck for a few seconds before retreating back into his mouth.
"Stop it," she ordered weakly, quickly loosing control of her anger as he continued to bite and lick at the sensitive skin of her neck. Damn him. Him and his stupid tongue.
"You saw me with her and wished that it had been you instead of her," he whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "I understand. I'm pretty fucking hot, after all."
"Stop it!" she ordered, she spark in her eyes reigniting. She shoved him back slightly, and he gave her an indignant expression before taking a couple more steps back out of her swinging zone. "This isn't about me! It's about Tyler! He was absolutely heartbroken when he saw you all over that slut! And you know it! He can't bare to loose you, none of us can. And you just go off and eye-fuck any girl that walks by? What the hell were you thinking? Don't you care about him at all?"
"Of course I care about him!" he almost yelled, his eyes flashing dangerously. "But he has nothing to do with this! It's about you. You can't deal with other girls wanting me."
"Oh please," she scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. He was completely missing the point. She wasn't jealous... was she? No, this was about Tyler. Maybe it was a little bit of both. "Ego much?"
"No, that's what it is." He chanced a few steps in her direction, stopping immediately when her eyes flashed in his direction. "You can't stand seeing me with another girl. You want it to be you. You always want it to be you."
"That's bull."
"No, I don't think it is," he said, his bright blue eyes fusing with her green ones. "But I don't know why it matters. I deserve to have a little fun. After all, you are fucking Caleb and Pogue and Tyler."
"That's different," she ground out between clenched teeth. If he pushed any harder, he was going to get a fist-full of angry Slayer to his face. She had no qualms hitting him, and he had no problem with using on her. That's why they were such a dangerous combination. But though they both refused to admit it, they both enjoyed the rush. That's why they were so good together. Each put the other in his or her place. She refused to deal with any of his macho bullshit, and he told her exactly when she was being a raging bitch. Caleb, Pogue, and Tyler never dared to talk to her in the way Reid did, and in a way, it was refreshing.
"Really? How?"
"Because you're fucking them too!" she exploded, slightly satisfied at his look of surprise. The boys weren't gay. All of them knew it, and none of them questioned it. They were simply close enough that they shared everything with each other. They shared Buffy. And themselves.
Just then, the lights flickered out, plunging them into complete darkness. Buffy's eyesight adjusted almost automatically, one of the perks of being a Slayer, but Reid wasn't so lucky. She watched as he stumbled backwards, knocking into a table and cursing violently when he smashed his shin against one of the legs. Rolling her eyes, she walked over to him and grabbed his arm, leading him from the pitch black room and back to the main area. Pushing open the door, she saw that the place had completely emptied out. There was no one to be seen. All of the lights were out, and the music had been turned off. The soft moonlight that shone through the windows was casting a blue sheen over everything, resulting in a somewhat unearthly glow.
"What the hell?" Reid asked, blinking a few times as he was given back his vision. He looked at his watch. "It's only eleven. Nicky never closes this early." Buffy nodded, walking through the deserted bar, looking for Caleb, Pogue, and Tyler. Looked like they had left as well. She tried the door. Locked. Of course, she could have it open with the flick of her wrist or the flash of her eyes, but she wasn't sure if she really wanted to. She and Reid had just had a pretty big argument, and it would be better for them to hash things out amongst themselves before returning to the others.
"Something must have happened," she muttered, walking back over to the blond who was currently perched on the edge of one of the tattered old pool tables. "An emergency maybe."
"Yeah," he agreed softly. Looking into his eyes, she could tell that he was sorry for the things that he had said. She was sorry too. Tilting her head slightly to the left, she couldn't help but smile at how beautiful he was bathed in the moonlight. He was perfect. Sure, he knew it, one of the most annoying things about him, but that didn't make it any less true. "I'm sorry," he said just as softly, taking one of her hands in his and dropping a chaste kiss to the back of it. "About what I said. About Tyler. And Pogue. And Caleb."
"No, it's alright," she said, casting her eyes downwards as his hand moved to her cheek, feeling the familiar difference between the soft skin of Reid's fingers and the rough wool of his gloves.
"No, it's not," he insisted, tilting her head upwards so that she was staring into his eyes. "It's not okay. I know our situation is a bit... unusual. I know that. And I'm sorry. You know I love you. All of you," he added, thinking of the other three. They never really talked about it. None of them did. It was simply accepted.
"I know," she said, smiling softly as his fingers continued to trace small circles on her flushed skin. "I love you too," she relented, and he chucked at her before dropping a small kiss on her lips. Sighing, she looked around. "We should get out of here."
"Not necessarily." She cocked an eyebrow at him, following his gaze to the pool table they were sitting on. Giving him a skeptical look, she watched as a smirk slid over his face and allowed him to push her down onto the worn green felt. "You know, I've always had this fantasy..."
"Hmm?" she inquired teasingly, knowing what he was going to say but wanting to hear it anyways. She propped her head up on her hands and looked down at him, smiling at the lust-filled look on his face. "And what would that be?"
"Every time I handed Aaron or Bordy their ass on this table," he whispered in her ear, his body pressed flush up against hers. He was so close that she could feel the heat from his body through the two layers of their clothes. "All I could think of was bending yours over it." Her breath hitched in her throat, and all she could do was lie there as he whispered dirty little nothings in her ear. "Slowly stripping your panties off..." He reached in between them, grabbing the small scrap of cotton and sliding it down her legs, causing her to whimper softly as his body lost contact with hers as he sat up in a kneeling position. Slipping them over her boot-covered feet, he deposited them on the other pool table with a flick of his wrist. Just as slowly, he slowly stripped his jacket and sweatshirt from his shoulders, finally closing the chasm between them as he settled his weight back on top of her, her hands instantly going for the hem of his shirt. Gently, he swatted them away. "Your panties," he whispered, his lips dangerously closet to her ear, "and nothing else." Finally, she snapped.
Grabbing the back of his head in her hands, she crushed her lips to his, mewling softly as one of his hands wandered under her skirt and flitted across her inner thigh. She was already wet, and he had barely touched her. Wanting to retain some semblance of dominance, she rolled them over so that she was straddling his waist, and her hand made a beeline for his belt. Unhooking it with a flick of her wrist, she turned her attention to his fly, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping it, watching him gasp softly as his flushed skin was exposed to her gaze. Smiling kittenishly, she lifted the hem of her skirt before sinking down on him, their coupled moans of pleasure echoing off the walls of the empty room. Her lips once again descended to claim his in a searing kiss, and he placed his hands on her hips, knowing exactly what she wanted and knowing deep in his heart that he wanted nothing more in this world than to give it to her.
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Well, there were go. fans self I must admit, that was pretty hot. I wish Reid would bend me over a pool table and... Well, you get the point. Keep the prompts and reviews coming! I absolutely love both!
