The Bronze
"Face it, Will, she's almost an hour late." Xander looked at his best friend from across the tall table. "She's probably off living the life of Graham. I don't think she's coming."
"She is." Willow looked at Xander ignoring the unconvinced eyes of Anya and Oz. "She told me she was looking forward to quality time with us." Her eyes went to the door seeing Buffy enter. "See? Here she comes." Willow then spotted Graham, Forrest, and Riley trailing in behind her. "With Graham and some other guys." Willow frowned with a bit of disappointment.
"Hey, all, sorry about the late-itude," Buffy stepped up beside the table wearing a megawatt smile.
Xander glanced down at his wrist pretending it was a watch. "Late? Really? Huh, hadn't noticed." Xander smirked then turned his eyes to Graham. "You must be Graham." Xander held out his hand.
"Xander, right?" Graham took the offered hand with a firm shake. "Uh, good to see you again. Um, this is Riley, Forrest and few others from the house." He quickly introduced. "We're gonna get drinks. Anybody want anythin'?" Graham looked around the table.
"Coke, please." Buffy looked up at her handsome boyfriend with a smile. She watched Graham and his friends move around the crowd for a moment before turning back to her friends waiting for her attention eagerly.
Willow waited for the Initiative commandos to leave when she asked, "Buffy, do you really think this is a good idea? I mean, don't you think you're rushing things a little?"
Buffy frowned with confusion, "I thought you liked Graham."
"Not with Graham—"
Xander stepped in hoping to clarify the confusion for Willow. "— I think what Will is trying to say is, do you think you're rushing it with the Initiative? There's a lot about them we still don't know."
"I know that." Buffy said a bit defensively. "Like, what?" Her face fell with a childish pout.
"Like, what's their ultimate agenda?" Willow began, "I mean, okay, they neuter vampires and demons—then, what? They going to reintegrate them into society? Get them jobs as bag-boys at Walmart?"
Xander looked at the redhead, "Does Walmart actually have bag-boys?"
Willow ignored Xander and continued, "Plus, don't forget, there's that whole three-fourteen thing Ethan told Giles about."
"And I always say a man who worships chaos and tries to kill you is a man you can trust." Buffy said sarcastically.
Willow sighed heavily, "Bad info or not, Buffy, I think you should be asking some questions before you go off to enlist."
A high beeping sound of a pager. Buffy frowned and unhooked the pager from her belt loop looking down at the number code written across it.
"When did you get a pager?" Xander frowned.
The herd of Initiative soldiers soon gathered around Buffy, Graham stood in the front of the pack holding out his hand. "Time to go." Graham told her gently.
Buffy looked back at her friends apologetically.
Willow nodded her head speaking for the group. "I know. Talk later."
Buffy nodded grateful for her friends understanding. She turned to Graham taking his offered hand and led the group out of the nightclub.
Cemetery Woods
Jealousy coursed through Riley's veins as he watched Buffy from afar. She stood in the bushes with Graham waiting for him patiently. She appeared extremely bored. Riley sighed as he ran his eyes over her. She's so beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to shove Graham out of the way and take his place. Riley scowled at the interaction between the pair. Graham was distracted with the mission task and ignored Buffy as she talked. I would have never ignored her. Graham's doesn't understand how great she is. Riley folded his arms standing stiffly.
Forrest appeared at Riley's side following the direction of his eyes that landed on the blonde Vampire Slayer. He placed a sympathetic hand on Riley's shoulder, "Face it man, you missed your shot."
"Thanks." Riley grumbled with a scowl. "I just… I didn't see that coming." His eyes shifted from Buffy to Graham holding a pair of binoculars.
"No one did, man." Forrest chuckled. "You waited too long. You wasted all that time wondering why she was so 'peculiar' instead of jumping at the chance to get on that. You should'a just gone for it like Graham, man." Forrest shook his head wearing a teasing smirk.
"Whatever, look at him." Riley gestured out a hand towards Graham. "He's completely ignoring her! What the hell is wrong with him?"
Forrest eyed his best friend for a moment and chuckled, "Jealousy… " he whistled shaking his head amused by the entire situation.
Buffy stuffed her hands into her coat pockets and swayed side to side with boredom. Ugh, its dead tonight—no pun intended. Can we go yet? She had told this to Graham about an hour ago and his response was a distracted grunt.
"I guess she hates me now." Buffy grimaced pushing the dirt under her boot.
"Who now?" Graham grumbled not really listening to her.
With a heavy sigh, Buffy rolled her eyes and said, "Professor Walsh."
"Is this about the questionin' thing at the debriefin'?" Graham raised his eyes from the infrared binoculars.
"The Initiative faux pas? Then, yes,"
Graham shook his head and continued to look into the binoculars. "It's a little unusual to ask… that many questions in the military but she doesn't hate you. She's, uh, just not used to you."
"Well, she probably hates me now."
Graham smirked looking up from the binoculars, "It's impossible to hate you, babe." He leaned over and pressed his mouth against the side of her head before focusing back on his job.
The silence that hung between them was brief.
"I hope she has some sort of opinion of me." Buffy said.
"It's impossible not to have an opinion of you." Graham teased and winced when she punched him. "Ow," he was not used to her strength yet.
"Not funny," Buffy glared at him with a small smile.
"It kinda is—Hold on." Graham raised the binoculars to his eyes jumping back into his 'serious-business mode'. Buffy smiled a little finding his sudden personality change very attractive. "Isn't that Xander's friend?"
Buffy frowned peeking through the bushes to see Spike walking by holding a brown paper grocery bag in his arms. "Spike?" Without another thought, Buffy moved around Graham and stepped through the bushes without waiting for Riley's orders. "Spike, what are you doing here?" She raised a highbrow of impatiences.
Spike defensively whirled around. He relaxed realising it was just Buffy. "Oh, it's you. What are you doin' here?" He glanced over Buffy's shoulder to see a militia of taser rifles aimed at him. "Oh, bloody hell, seriously Slayer, this is really low even for you." He sneered. "Settin' me up like this against these ninnies!" Spike pointed at the commandos with his free hand. "You know they're the ones that did this to me! Those little fuckers!" He glared over Buffy's head at the hidden soldiers angrily.
"You know this Hostile, Buffy?" Riley appeared from the bushes still holding his rifle in his arms aiming at Spike.
Spike rolled his eyes with a huff as he lit the cigarette hanging from his lips.
"Yeah, it's just Spike." Buffy said running her eyes over him skeptically. "Spike, a word of advice; get gone." Buffy ordered.
Spike glared at the Slayer curling his upper lip bitterly. "Your day will come, Slayer." He flicked his half smoked cigarette at her feet and stalked off into the woods.
Buffy released a heavy breath shaking her head finding the vampire just ridiculous and immature. Graham placed a gentle hand on her shoulder turning her attention when a Polgara demon jumped from the bushes suddenly attacking the soldiers.
Graham spun around to the demon and took out the rifle taser from around his back. The demon picked the military man above his head and tossed him aside.
"Graham!" Buffy called out to him with worry. The Polgara demon shoved the soldiers past him heading straight to the Vampire Slayer. Buffy's face darkened and began to attack the demon. She smashed her fists into the demons face hearing something break.
The Polgara staggered back catching it's footing. From the demons anger, its skewer appeared from its wrist. Buffy saw the skewered arm swipe above her head. Buffy caught the arm and snapped it over her knee. In the corner of her eye, she saw Graham stand from the ground holding a telescoping wand from his boot. He whacked the demon across its back then stepped back with the rest of the solider watching the Vampire Slayer with amazement.
The fight felt as if it was happening in slow motion. Buffy's punches and kicks were crisp, hard, and shattering when they landed into her target. The demon fell to the ground in a bloody mess knocked out cold.
Buffy panted staring down at the demon at her feet. Her eyes lifted from the demon to Graham and Riley standing side by side in front of her. An almost primal smile slid across her lips. That was fun.
"So… " Buffy began locking her eyes with Graham's. "What do you want to do now?" She asked seeing the hungry desire behind his blue eyes.
Graham smirked.
University of California, Sunnydale
Lowell Frat House
Graham's Bedroom
The bedroom door flew open as Buffy and Graham stumbled into the room in a passionate lip-lock. Buffy stepped backwards holding her hands around his neck. Graham smiled into their kiss as he pulled off her jacket. He kicked the door closed with the heel of boot and turned her, pressing her back against the door.
He braced himself at either side of her head panting as she tore through the buttons of his shirt. Graham shrugged the shirt from his shoulders as her fingers now unfastened the button of his jeans. Buffy's fingers scratched over his muscular torso to the rim on his trunks. Her eyes lifted to his and welcomed his kiss.
Her fingers began to push the rim of his jeans down his muscular thighs. She then ripped off the trunks covering him. Graham lifted his eyes with surprise. "That was fuckin' hot." Buffy laughed and kissed his mouth. His tongue slipped between her teeth. Their tongues dueled for dominance. Graham gasped into her mouth in a wet, open kiss when her hand wrapped around his erect cock which begged for release.
Between their heated kisses, Buffy whispered, "Bed." Her hand moved up and down his shaft.
Graham nodded his head. He wrapped his arm around her back and lifted her inches from the floor. He turned to the bed and sat her down. Graham first toed off his boots then kicked off the jeans that were bunched around his ankles, and finally, pulled off his socks. Graham stood before the Slayer completely nude.
Buffy's eyes ran over him with hungry desire. She watched as he knelt down at her feet. He held her foot by the ankle and propped it against his chest. Slowly, Graham reached to the top zipper and began its slow descend down her leg then slipped off her boot. He raised her barefoot and kissed the inside of her ankle. Graham proceeded the same process with the other boot. When he finished, Graham moved back up her body and kissed her throat.
Graham watched her with eyes of endearment. Buffy reached back and unclipped her long blonde hair from its restraints. Graham swallowed watching her hair fall around her shoulders. "Holy fuck… " He wiped a hand over his face mesmerized by the angelic sight before him.
Slowly, Graham's fingers tangled over the small loose knots of her halter top pushing the straps from her shoulders. His mouth kissed and nipped over her skin. Graham grinned against her mouth as he unbuttoned the top of her black pants and slipped them down her legs until they were completely off. He sat back on his knees and admired the vision in front of him. Clad only in black panties, Graham took a moment to revel in the goddess laying before him. He felt dizzy just looking at her. He reached out sliding a hand down her partially naked body, starting between her breasts, over her flat stomach and to the hem of her panties.
"Need you… " Buffy whined sitting herself up and hooking an arm around his neck while her other hand slid down the length of his cock.
Graham smiled in their kiss. His mouth traveled from hers tasting the creamy softness of her skin. He groaned when her fingers scratched through his hair and over his strong shoulders.
With surprise, Buffy turned Graham onto his back and straddled his waist. She rubbed herself over his very present erection. Impatiently, Graham's hands felt the soft skin of her breasts and sides. He grunted as she mimicked the movements of love making. Buffy laughed at his childish impatience and nipped his collarbone with blunt teeth.
Buffy a seductive smile crossed her lips turning her innocent eyes up to his face. Graham was putty in her hands. Especially, when her fingernails scratched down his chest while her other hand wrapped around his standing erection. Graham groaned with pleasure as she gave him a few long strokes.
If Buffy was nervous, it didn't show. Inwardly, she was shaking like a leaf with nerves hoping that she was doing everything right. From the look of it, it seemed Graham was very much enjoying her manipulation of his body.
All of her fears momentarily subsided when Graham suddenly sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled her onto her back. He adjusted himself between her thighs. Buffy's breath hitched in her throat feeling the teasing sensation of the tip of his cock at her centre.
She groaned at the loss of him when he reached across the bed into a drawer and took out a small foiled square. He sat back on his knees ripping the package open with this teeth and rolled the ridged slippery material over his throbbing member.
Buffy dug her heels into his back of his thighs urging him to move it along. Graham smirked bending down capturing her mouth in hungry kiss while he guided himself into her dripping centre.
"Holy shit… " Graham moaned as he buried himself inside of her instantly surrounded by her perfect warmth. He opened his eyes to see her smiling back at him. That was an image he engrained into his memory. She's perfect.
A hand went to his face and slid down his jaw his bottom lip. "Kiss me, Graham."
He didn't need to be told twice and kissed her fervently. Graham slowly began to roll his hips keeping a steady rhythm that slowly built swirls of climactic pleasures inside of her, beginning at her pelvis. Buffy laced her fingers into his short hair and deepened the kiss slipping her tongue between his lips as his pace quickened.
Underground Secret Initiative Agency
Monitor Room
Sitting in a room of a walls of monitors on the wall. Professor Walsh sat in a large chair wearing no emotion on her face as she stared at the monitor that was labeled: MILLER - 11804.
Walsh watched as Buffy rolled Graham onto his back. She straddled his waist passionately rolled her hips throwing her head back, Graham's large hands smoothed up her naked torso and cupped his hands around her breasts as they moved wildly against each other.