Disclaimer: Joss owns Buffy, and Renny owns Pogue. Unfortunately.

Summary: Buffy helps Pogue study for his upcoming U.S. Government test.

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Y'all wanted a Buffy/Pogue fic, so I just wrote a tiny little one to appease you. Nothing too long or descript, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyways!

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"What are the three branches of government?" Buffy rattled off from the little blue box in the corner of one of the pages of Pogue's U.S. Government textbook. She hated history. All those dates and events and stupid little things that you would never really use in real life. She'd had enough of it in her four years at Sunnydale high, but here she was, quizzing him for his test on Friday.

"Legislative, executive, and judicial." Correct. Congratulations, you win a set of world encyclopedias and a year's worth of Pasta Roni.

"Ding ding," she said flatly as way of letting him know that he had gotten the question right. She was laying upside down on his bed, her head hanging over the edge, while he continued to pace, retracing the same path he had been their entire study session and running a hand through his long brown hair. She shook her head slightly; he was starting to make her dizzy. She watched interestedly as he crossed the room, dressed only in a pair of low slung sweat pants, her eyes glued to the way the muscles in his back rippled when he walked. Yawning and tearing her eyes away from his muscled physique, she looked over at the clock. It was almost dinner time. They had been studying for over two hours. Well, Pogue had been studying. She had flipped idly through all of the magazines in his room, filed her nails, whittled a couple of new stakes, and now she was testing him. "What're the pros and cons of Checks and Balances?" She was bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.

"I can't do this anymore!" He let out a frustrated yell and threw his arms up in the air, breaking the circle he had been walking and crossing the room, plucking the heavy textbook out of her hands and tossing it over his shoulder. It flew across the room, slamming into and shattering a lamp in the process. Buffy winced. With a flash of his eyes, it fixed itself, leaving him free to flop down on the bed next to her, laying his head on her stomach and letting out a groan. "1776, 1798, 1847, 1941... So many fucking dates! I can't memorize anything else!" The Slayer frowned, searching her memory. She now had so many dates and events shoved into her brain that she doubted she could fit any more.

"I don't think 1847 was anything." He groaned again.

"See! I can't do it! Can we please take a break?" Thank God. His soft hazel eyes connected with hers, and he practically pouted, complete with puppy dog eyes. "Please?" he whined, causing her to laugh at the sight. Pogue Perry didn't whine. He didn't pout or give anyone kicked-puppy eyes. But here he was, sitting in front of her, doing all three things.

"Yeah, sure," she continued to laugh, the vibrations in her stomach causing his head to bounce slightly. He smiled back at her. "My brain's sort of turning into goo from all this stuff, anyways." There was a short pause as they both fell into silence, thinking. "Whad'ya wanna do?"

"You," he answered simply sitting up and grabbing her jean-clad hips, pulling her onto the bed and laying on top of her. His bare chest connecting with her t-shirt covered one and causing both of them to gasp softly at the sensation. Making a bee-line for her lips, he changed course a split second before making contact, instead settling against her earlobe. Sucking it into his mouth, he nibbled on it gently before sliding his soft lips down her neck and flattening his tongue against her pulse point, making her moan softly. He quickly disposed of her jeans and t-shirt, leaving her clad in only a pair of bright blue cotton hip bikini-cut briefs. Licking and nibbling his way down her torso, he peppered her trembling thighs with soft kisses before tracing his tongue across the skin where her underwear met her body, causing her to buck and moan loudly. Quickly stripping off her panties and his own sweatpants and boxers, he steered her to the headboard, propping her up on her knees and placed his hands on her hips. Pushing into her from behind, he molded himself to her back, and she closed her eyes, gasping and holding onto the headboard so tight that her knuckles turned white.

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"Pogue?" Buffy asked, her voice muffled slightly from having buried her face in his neck.

"Mmmm?" He had his arms wrapped around her and he was smiling rather contently. She extracted herself from his neck and looked up at him, smiling widely. "Yeah?"

"Can I help you every time you have a test?" This caused him to let out a snort of laughter, and she dissolved into giggles shortly after, resting her head on his chest and feeling the way his laughter shook his body. All thoughts of U.S. Government and his upcoming test flew right out of their heads as the continued to bask in the afterglow, holding each other tight and simply enjoying each other's company.

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Well there you go, the next one I'll be working on is FaithUnbreakable's the five of them by the sea prompt. For some reason, this one caught my eye! Drop me a review on your way out! Reviews are my anti-drug D