University of California, Sunnydale
Lowell Frat House
Graham's Bedroom
The early morning sun crept through the blinds bathing over Buffy's sleeping form. The bright rays warmed her skin. Buffy snuggled deeper into the pillow sighing in her sleep. Her nose twitched feeling an itch and soon she noticed the bright sunshine beating over her face which became exceedingly obnoxious.
Slowly, Buffy opened her eyes. She waited a moment for the feeling of sleep to subside when she noticed the strange room she was in. In a moment of panic, she became fully awake. She felt a long arm lazily placed around her waist tighten. Then a pair of warm, wet lips kissed the skin of her neck and shoulder. Her smile widened as the memories of the previous night flooded through her mind. She reached back her hand wrapping it around the back of his head, loving the way his mouth manipulated her entire body.
"… Wake up…" his deep voice whispered into her ear. His blunt teeth gently nipped her earlobe.
Buffy grinned and turned her head. His mouth hovered over hers for a moment. Graham's hand pushed away any untucked hair from her face wanting to see all of her beautiful features. Graham cupped her cheek and closed the space between their mouths in a deep and passionate kiss.
Lazily Graham rolled her onto her back and settled between her legs. His mouth kissed and nipped down the length of her body, tasting her skin. Buffy closed her eyes and moaned biting her bottom lip. He held her legs over his shoulders as he licked and prodded the most sensitive area of her body. "Mmmm… Graham… " she breathlessly moaned his name. Her breath hitched as a wave of pleasure soon washed over her body. She smiled with happiness and relaxed deeper into the pillow, "Good morning… " Buffy opened her eyes feeling like a gooey mess.
Graham's mouth travelled back up her body until reaching her mouth. "It's a very good morning, " he kissed her mouth feeling her smile against his lips.
An annoying chirping sound broke the couple's tender embrace.
Buffy broke the kiss with a laugh. She ran her hands over his broad shoulders then down his biceps, "Your robot bird sounds hungry."
"It's a very high tech alarm clock I'll have you know." Graham rolled off of her and reached for the alarm clock.
"Did you buy it from the toy dispenser at the bowling alley or something?" Buffy teased him pressing her lips against his shoulder.
"Or something… " Graham chuckled trying to turn off the alarm clock that wouldn't shut down. With a frustrated grumble, Graham slammed his hand over the alarm clock breaking it. His heart skipped a beat when the sound of Buffy's girlish giggle entered his ears. "Shit, I paid two quarters for that thing." His frown was childish.
Buffy's arms wrapped around his chest laying him onto his back. She moved over him, pressing her breasts against his chest. Her mouth kissed his throat.
"It was a one of a kind." He eyed the broken alarm clock then tossed it away.
Buffy lifted her head from his neck and smiled, "I'll bet." Her voice was filled with sarcasm.
Graham wrapped his arm around her naked waist and rolled them over. He trailed his mouth over her neck and continued to her breast. He took one nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around.
"Mmm… Why do you get up so early anyway?" Buffy closed her eyes losing herself in the feeling of his mouth taunting her skin. "… That feels good… " she softly said in the woes of pleasure.
Graham sat back on his knees running his hand over his hardening cock. "I want to get an early workout done."
Buffy propped herself on her elbows watching his stroking hand with interest, "Quite the regimented more solider." Her eyes lifted to his face.
"I'm the athlete on the Wheaties box." Graham reached over to the nightstand dipping his hand into the drawer for another foil-wrapped package. Shit, I'm almost out. He frowned not realizing how many they had gone through the night before.
Buffy ran a hand over his muscular chest then took the condom from his hand and slid it over his throbbing cock. She leaned forward and traced the sharp lines of his muscular chest with her mouth.
Graham grabbed Buffy by her hips as her legs circled around his waist. He held his hardened cock in his hand and slowly slid himself into her hot, wet centre. "Ugh… I am how they train me." He continued.
"They? Who's they?" Buffy asked drawing her knees up the sides of his muscuarly built body. She closed her eyes relishing his thick size that filled her completely.
"The government… fuck you feel good… " He pumped himself in and out with a firm pace. "I was… ugh… transferred out of Special Ops training in—in Mississippi. That's where I met Riley and F—Forrest…" Graham closed his eyes when Buffy's mouth touched his neck, "…We were there when we joined t—the s—secret agency." His words were slurred finding it hard to concentrate on the conversation when Buffy kissed his neck like that.
"Did they tell you what you were joining into?" Buffy met his thrusts. Her hands slid from his shoulders and settled over his biceps.
"They didn't…" Graham moved to his knees as Buffy sat up. She held herself up by her hands. "In the military… you follow orders… n-no questions asked… All I knew… was this was like… CIA—secretive." Graham squeezed his eyes closed feeling the build to his climax. "We didn't know what we were getting into until… months later."
Buffy adjusted herself slightly to straddle his lap. She took control over their steady rhythm that naturally sped up. Graham's fingers clenched around her hips. Buffy hooked her arm around his neck and arched her back riding him hard. She dipped her head downward and captured his mouth. Her tongue forced entry between his lips and teeth. Graham was more than happy to oblige her authoritative kiss.
"I don't understand," Buffy said breathlessly breaking the kiss, "aren't you… c-curious about all the science and-and the…ugh, Graham… " her head tilted to the side and Graham opened his mouth biting her bite mark with blunt teeth. Buffy yelped a moan, "… re-re-research stuff they're d-doing?" Buffy stuttered as sensual pleasure swirled within her.
His hands rolled her hips over him faster and faster wanting to explode but not until she had first. "Fuck… Buffy… " He smothered her mouth with hungry wet kisses.
A moment later, a wave of intense pleasure washed over them. Buffy muffled her cries against his neck, moaning his name, while Graham took her face into his hands and covered her mouth with his lips as he emptied himself inside of her.
Reeling from their passionate lovemaking, Buffy and Graham fell back down on the bed looking up at the ceiling. Graham pulled Buffy closer against him with the arm that rested under her back. Buffy turned onto her side and rested her head on his chest. With her finger, she began to trace the distinct lines of his chest.
Finally controlling his panting breath, Graham turned his eyes down to her head and asked, "What do you really want to know, Buf?"
Buffy tilted her chin upwards to look at him, "What's three-fourteen?"
Graham gave her a look of a surprise. He opened his mouth to answer her question when a cellphone ring sounded.
With an irritated groan, Graham removed his arm from around her and went to find the cell phone in his jeans pocket. He pressed a button and held the phone to his ear and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Miller," Graham answered using a serious professional tone.
Buffy smiled and sat up in the bed. She pushed the thin sheets from her body, uncaring about her nudity. On her knees, she moved behind Graham and wrapped her hands around his chest. She ran her lips from his shoulder, up his neck, and to his ear. She kissed the small patch of skin behind his ear and bit his earlobe.
"On my way," Graham said then hung up the cellphone.
"Phone call from the 'downstairs'?" She asked resting her chin on his shoulder. Her fingernails gently scratched the down the smooth surface of his back.
Graham tossed the cell phone back on the floor and turned his chin to her. "You know, you're very distracin'."
Buff smiled with amusement and rested her cheek on his shoulder. "Am I?"
"Yes, I couldn't get two words out because of you. And now the Colonel is probably sittin' there wondering if I drank too much 'crazy' from the waterin' hole."
"Or you could tell him the truth," Buffy suggested.
"Yeah, okay, I'll just tell him that there was a super hot chick in my bed that was doin' somethin' with her tongue in my ear."
Buffy smiled and kissed his neck, "See! That wasn't hard." Her smile widened when Graham grunted scratching the top of his hand. "Hot chick?" Buffy wondered.
Graham turned his head from the hand he had been scratch and looked at Buffy giving her an easy lopsided smirk, "Smokin'." He leaned forward capturing her mouth their tender kiss quickly deepened as it grew with intensity.
Graham's arm wrapped around her back. He turned from where he sat and laid her back down over the mattress. Buffy held him close not wanting him to let go of her. She could melt into a puddle of mush by just his kisses and the way his hands softly slid down her body.
Breaking the kiss, Graham rested his forehead against hers and opened his eyes looking apologetically, "I hate to do this to you—especially when I finally have you in this position—"
"— I know—I mean, I understand." Buffy ran a gentle hand down his stubbled cheek and kissed his mouth. "What is it? What's going on?"
Graham eyed her pouting pink lips he was so addicted to and shrugged, "I dunno." He smiled at her surprised expression and pecked her lips with a quick kiss.
Buffy tilted her head to the side watching him remove himself from around her. She wrapped the sheet around her naked breasts and sat up against the headboard. "You're really not one for questions, are you?" She smiled watching get out of the bed and throw on a pair of worn jeans then a dark blue plaid flannel shirt. After finishing the flannel buttons, Graham sat on the edge of the bed and slipped on his boots.
Graham smirked looking back at her from over his shoulder, "I'll leave the questionin' to you." He crawled up the bed and over her legs. He nipped her lips with his own.
"Be safe." She whispered running her hand down his cheek.
"Always am, babe." Graham allowed himself just one more kiss before he would have to tear himself from her warm embrace. "Don't get dress. I want you just like that when I get back."
Buffy giggled sheepishly watching him walk out the door wearing an aching expression. She relaxed against the mattress then decided to remove the covers. She got out of the bed and found an AM/FM radio sitting on top of the dresser. She switched it on and smiled at the classic rock station that was previously set. The song was sort of familiar to her, she remembered Giles mentioning it at one time or another.
Coming out of the electric guitar solo, a deep raspy voice sang with perfect clarity.
"Well, I know you want a lover,
Let me tell you, brother,
She's been sleeping in the devils' bed.
And there are some rumours going round,
Someone's underground,
She can rock you in the nighttime 'til your skin turns red."
Buffy softly smiled to herself and went into the bathroom turning on the shower faucet when her pager went off.
"Crap… " Buffy huffed and quickly scrambled to locate the beeping pager. "Damn." She sighed heavily. Luckily, she had thought ahead the night before and packed a shirt and a pair of jeans into a bag. She proceeded to get into the clothing as fast as possible. Without much thought, she pushed the front strands of her hair back with a clip and walked out of the bedroom room, softly closing the door behind her.
Initiative Laboratory
Professor Maggie Walsh gestured for Buffy to follow her the moment the evaluator doors opened.
"It's a small job—Reconnaissance." Maggie began to explain leading the way to the weapons chamber. "It's probably a waste of a Slayer's abilities… But my boys are on an assignment and—"
Buffy shook her head interrupting Walsh's thought. "— No, it's okay. I'm up for some action."
Maggie rolled her eyes then looked at the Vampire Slayer wearing a forced thin smile. She wagged her finger for Buffy to follow her to a large city map of the Hellmouth town. "I doubt you'll get any on this one."
One Hour Later
Initiative Laboratory
The monitors suddenly came to an eerie standstill. Maggie Walsh reached forward and turned the volume of white noise static off. The heart monitor beside the one she was staring at showed a straight line which meant, death.
The back large warehouse doors opened, Riley, Forrest, and Graham walked through laboratory towards the Professor. The men were sweaty, tired, and frustrated.
"I regret to report Hostile 17 is still at large." Riley stood in front of his friends with his hands behind his back standing at attention. "I've left Beta team to comb the area. But the tracer's—"
Maggie spun around in her swivel chair facing her men. Her eyes were wide and on Graham's unsuspecting face. "— Graham," Graham lifted his eyes to his bosses face. "Something's happened. I—I don't know what to say…" she struggled in search of the words, "… it—it's about… Buffy."
Graham swallowed keeping his expression unreadable. The look in Maggie's eyes told him whatever had happened, it was not good.
"Two of our hostiles broke free and escaped into the tunnels." Maggie continued, "She went after them. By herself…" she watched his expression carefully for a moment then said, "Buffy… She's de—Buffy's dead." Maggie finally said.
Riley's mouth fell open in utter disbelief. His heart stopped in his chest. This isn't happening…This isn't happening… Riley repeated to himself over and over unable to fathom the thought of Buffy being dead. "What? I—I don't understand. How could this happen?"
Maggie did not answer Riley's question right away as she kept her eyes firmly on Graham's face. His expression held no emotion, if anything, she could see the wheels in his head crank round and round.
"I did everything I could to stop her. I told her to wait for a backup team—but she kept insisting she didn't need any team—that she could do it herself." Maggie reached out and placed a comforting hand over Graham's shoulder. "I am so sorry, Graham." Something behind Walsh captured Graham's attention. The Professor's sympathetic words had gone unheard the moment the camera feed on the monitors behind to move fading out the white noise static. "She was a very, very special girl—"
"Hello, Professor Walsh." The sound of Buffy's voice from other external speakers entered Maggie's ears.
Slowly, Maggie turned her head to see Buffy staring back her into the camera looking pissed off.
"That simple little recon you asked me to do? Wasn't a racoon. Turns out it was me trapped in a sewer with a faulty weapon and two of your pet demons. If you think that's enough to kill me, you really don't know what a Slayer is. Trust me when I say, you're going to find out." Buffy dropped the expensive hardware into a puddle.
The monitors went to static. Maggie turned back to Graham wearing a mask of innocence. Graham slowly lowered his gaze from the monitors to Walsh. A flash of darkness etched in his handsome features. Without a word, Graham turned away from the Professor and his friends heading straight towards the exit.
"Graham! Graham!" Maggie called out to him in a panic.
Riley caught up with his best friend grabbing him by his elbow. "Graham, hey, wait! The Professor is talking to you! She can explain—"
Graham's eyes narrowed on Riley's hand that held his elbow. Riley dropped his hand and helplessly watched Graham exit.
"Agent Miller! Graham, I order you to stop!" Maggie desperately commanded.
Graham never looked back at the Initiative as he walked out, opening and closing the door behind him.
Song Used: "Witchy Woman" by Eagles 1972