Chapter 10

When Buffy got home she could still feel the weight of Clark's body pressing into hers and the pressure of his soft lips and tongue massaging her mouth. She got inside her door and pressed her back against it, catching her breath. Willing herself to not turn around and go back. She wanted to stay more than anything, she needed his hands on her. It had been a long time since she had felt that fire, that connection with another person. Part of her felt guilty because she missed Spike, but the other, more realistic part of her, knew that it was past time to move on. Everything about Clark felt right, he was kind, beautiful, and damaged. Like her. They both had secrets, mysterious pasts.

Why had she got all skittish about him seeing her scar? What was I going to do? Tell him a dog bit me when I was kid? No. It was better that she left because now she needed to think of a plan, an excuse, something.

She heard a beeping sound coming from her bedroom, it sounded like her phone. Buffy pulled off her boots and was pulling off her sweater as she entered her bedroom. Her cell phone was blinking. Voicemail. The message was from Xander, "Hey Buff, I hope settling in wherever you are is going well. We miss you. Listen, there's something I need to talk to you about, it's urgent, so give me a call back. 'Kay? Love ya. Bye."

Xander wasn't the alarmist type, so when he said it was urgent, it usually meant something of badness.

She didn't know what time it was in Scotland right then, but he was likely to be awake. After a few rings, he picked up, "Hello?"

"Hey Xander, it's me. Giving you a call back."

"Buffy, hey! How are things?" Xander sounded good, happy, on the other end of the line. Buffy was glad to hear him happy, it meant nothing tragic had happened.

"I'm good Xan, it's nice where I am and I'm settling in nicely. I just came back from dinner with a friend." Buffy grinned to herself, Dinner and dessert.

"That's good to hear, you making friends. Nobody to replace me or the Willster I hope!"

"Never ever Xander. So, what's the urgent what?"

"Well, the control room has had some security breaches over the last seven hours. It appears that someone is hacking into our secure military files and they are looking for some pretty specific stuff. Namely you Buff. They're searching your name in the database, looking for something. I don't know what for or why."

"What is the caliber of the breach? Is it military-grade? I know they are looking for me." Buffy worried about bringing the military down on her head in this serene small town. She would really like to avoid that at all costs.

"I don't think so Buffy, the hacker is pretty strong though, Willow has been countering for the last few hours—"

Buffy interrupted, "With magic?"

"No, just old fashioned hacker Willow. The intruder is good, Willow's been cussing solid for about two hours, and I mean real cuss words, no cutesy stuff."

"Must be serious then," Buffy chuckled a little. "Well I met someone here that may be involved in some hero-type stuff. I don't know yet. I ran some searches on him though, so maybe he knows someone was looking into him. I mean, I am the only new person in town, it makes sense that he would be interested."

Buffy thought about it, what if Clark was looking into her being in Smallville? What if he knew about her being the slayer? No, then he wouldn't have looked so concerned or shocked at my scar.

"Is this the guy you were at dinner with?" Xander was super curious now, who was this new guy in Buffy's life and should he be concerned if the guy was searching through Buffy's past?

"Yes, Xander, it was. Everything went normal, I shared some of my truncated life story and him his, we shared some sadness, drank a little, the usual adult stuff." Mmhmm, Xander thought, the usual adult stuff. Right.

"But then he saw my scar and got a little wiggy so I left, I'm not sure what to do now. I like the guy, he's really nice, but if he's being all cloak and dagger I don't know what."

"How'd he get close enough to your neck to see your scar, huh Buffy?"

"Shut it Xander! It's none of your business."

"Yeah, yeah. Either way though, he knows something about you or now he knows you've tangoed with vampires, or large, well-aimed dogs at some point. Be careful with this guy Buffy, you don't know if you can trust him." Xander was always worried about Buffy, but at least now with her super-duper-powers he could worry a little less.

"I know Xander, I'll keep a closer eye on him for the next few days and see if anything happens. Keep me updated on the breaches though. I don't want whoever this is getting through, I would like to keep my small little life for as long as possible."

"Alright Buffy, I'll keep you updated. Be safe out there."

"Okay, tell Dawn and Willow and everyone I said hi and I love them. Love you Xander." Buffy was always sad to hang up, she missed him and everyone dearly, but she knew it was better for her to be away.

"I will. Love you too Buff. Talk to you later." Xander hung up the phone, hoping that Buffy was going to be okay. He knew why she left and had tried to talk her out of it, but he also understood the need to leave. The girls were starting to feel weird around her, knowing that when they died she would get stronger. She did the right thing, but that didn't make her absence hurt any less.

Buffy put the phone back down and walked over to the window. The lights were still on at Clark's house. She couldn't see him anywhere though, so she listened really hard. She could hear water running from upstairs. Buffy could hear the smallest of moans through the rushing water.

When Buffy left, Clark struggled with what to do with himself. He was concerned that he had royally messed it up with Buffy by gawking at her scar. That scar. It really looked like a vampire bite. Clark guessed that he would have to take Chloe seriously and consider the possibility that Buffy was some kind of vampire killer. He knew for certain she wasn't a vampire, at least not in the folklorey sense, because of her heartbeat and scorching hot skin. That skin. Clark knew she had secrets, something he was willing to deal with because he had secrets too, but the idea of never being able to touch her again was unbearable.

He paced through his house, trying to figure out if he should go over there and apologize. Clark decided to wait, to give her some distance and talk to her tomorrow, like she said. His skin was still buzzing from her touch, his lips red from their kissing, and he was irrevocably turned on. It had been a very long time since anyone had touched him like that, with such passion that he could burn the whole house down. The more he thought about it, the hotter he got. I need a shower.

Clark super-sped upstairs, ripping his clothes off along the way. When he entered the shower he put his hands on the cold tiles in front of him and let the cold water embrace his naked body. He closed his eyes and replayed the night in his mind. Reliving every kiss and every touch of Buffy's hands and body on his. His body reacted to his memories and he could feel himself start to harden. Clark didn't masturbate very often because it always brought him painful memories of Lana and the other women who he had lost.

For the first time in a long time, he felt unashamed as he reached down with his right hand and encircled his hardened cock. As he thought of Buffy's legs wrapped around his body, grinding her sex onto his jeaned crotch, he began to stroke himself. Slowly at first, pumping his hand up and down the long length of his dick, reaching his velvet head and then back down. His memory of her lips on his skin, her biting his neck and tugging his hair was overwhelming. He imagined climbing on top of her on the counter and feeling her legs wrap around him as he cupped her breasts. His hand reaching down into her jeans and slowly fingering her hot, wet core. Her hands unbuckling his pants and slipping down to grab his dick. The look on her face as she comprehended his size and girth in her small hand. His hand was still stroking, increasingly faster, and he could feel himself getting closer to his release as he imagined Buffy wrapped around him. He could hear her saying his name in a hushed, desire-laden voice, "Clark." This sent him over the edge, his body jerked slightly and he moaned her name as he came, "Buffy."

The water was still running and he had almost forgotten he was in the shower. How he wished he was with Buffy downstairs right now, living out his fantasy. He turned the water off and toweled himself dry. There was no way he was going to be able to sleep tonight. He decided to get back into his clothes and head to Metropolis, maybe some saving would keep him distracted until tomorrow. Maybe he would stop by and see Chloe while he was there too, tell her about the scar.

Clark locked up the house and stared over at Buffy's house, there were no lights on. He wondered if she was okay. Then he ran off to Metropolis in a blur.