Weeks Later
Sunnydale, California
Restfield Cemetery
The cemetery tonight is absolutely dead… No pun intended… Ugh… Buffy rolled her eyes as she followed the dirt path leading to the largest cemetery in Sunnydale. Mindlessly, Buffy kicked a small rock with boredom. She had high hopes when entering the graveyard for a good fight. Restfield was her favourite patrol stop because it had the most activity.
Buffy turned hearing a low growl from behind the mausoleum. "Finally… " She muttered and drew out the stake from her belt.
She jumped from around the corner and attacked the unsuspecting vampire. The new fledging staggered back and prepared himself for the Slayer's oncoming attack. He managed to block the powerful roundhouse. He threw back her leg and snarled.
Buffy stood straight just about to attack when an unsuspecting attacker jumped on her way taking over the fight.
"Graham?" Buffy recognised her boyfriend immediately.
Graham held the vampire's neck in a tight headlock and looked up to Buffy. He looked at her with genuine surprise, "Buf? What are you doin' here?"
"I was going to ask you that!" She watched him manoeuvre the vampire in a different lockdown position without breaking a sweat. She knew he was a very good fighter but never this good.
Graham frowned holding down the vampire on its back by his knee. "Oh, I thought you were goin' to Pinewood Cemetery?" He socked the vampire in his face then looked up at Buffy patiently waiting for her response.
Buffy blinked, "Uh, I was… but nothing was happening—Are you here alone?" She looked around her surroundings hoping Xander, Giles or Willow was with him. But she saw no one.
"Uh, yeah… " He picked but he vampire by its shirt collar and threw the vampire against the tree trunk when Spike jumped out from the bushes.
Buffy's frown deepened, "Why do I even bother to show up?" She rolled her eyes crossing her arms. "What are you doing here, Spike?"
Spike picked up the vampire and looked over at the Slayer. "Same reason as you and your Cub Scout, I'd wager. Wanted a spot of violence before bedtime." He shoved the vampire across towards Buffy.
Finally. Buffy jabbed the stake into the vampire and watched it combust into dust.
Spike stood straight dusting off the invisible dirt from his jacket. He wiped his bloody nose and licked his fingers clean much to Buffy's disgust.
"What?" Spike frowned feeling Buffy's scrutinising glare. "I softened him up for you."
Again, Buffy heavily rolled her eyes and pushed past the platinum blonde vampire. "Keep out of my way, Spike. I'm not going to take this much longer."
"So I should do what with my time? Sit at home knitting cunning sweater sets?" Spike asked sarcastically.
"Would it keep you out of my way?" Buffy crossed her arms.
"I'd listen to her Spike." Graham smartly advised finding his place beside Buffy. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his weathered brown leather jacket.
Buffy half turned to Graham but decided against it. The flash of annoyance on Buffy's face did not escape Spike's notice. He smirked and began to laugh, "Ooh, I saw that." He pointed at Buffy with a smug smile. "Looks like neither boy is entirely welcome. Better take him home, Slayer, make him stay there. I got knitting needles he can borrow."
"Spike, I just saw you taste your own nose blood and, you know what, I'm too grossed out to even hear you right now. Go home." Buffy walked away heading out of the cemetery with Graham trailing behind her.
He quickly fell into step with Buffy and lazily hooked his arm around her neck. "Sorry, if I got in your way." Graham kissed the top of her head feeling the heat of her annoyance. He winced knowing he partially responsible for it.
Buffy sighed heavily letting go of her irritation and took his hand that hung around her. She rested her head against him and looked up to his face. "You didn't—weren't." She quickly corrected. "I was just… startled." She laced her fingers through his, "You know I don't love the idea of you patrolling alone—Not that I don't think you can—You know I think you're a great fighter—" Buffy watched his brow pinch slightly together. You sound like a moron. "What I'm trying to say is that you definitely made the squad. You tossed that vamp like he was a… little teeny vampire. I know that you can handle yourself in the field but I—"
"— Worry?" He finished plastering a lazy smile across his face.
"Don't you like it when I get all worried and protective over my man?" Buffy playfully pouted and ran her fingers down his throat to the skin exposed by the open buttons of his shirt.
Graham wasn't offended by her concern, in fact, he found it nice that she worried. Plus, he thought she was adorable when she did her nervous ramble.
He answered her question when a kiss. Graham broke the chaste kiss and darted his eyes around the quiet cemetery. "You wanna find some more bad guys to kill?"
Buffy shook her head totally uninterested in patrolling. The hot power radiating off Graham's body was turning her on. "Nah," her hands ran up and down his chest.
"We could kill Spike for the hell of it… " Graham suggested.
Again, Buffy shook her head and cupped her hands around his neck, pressing her body against his. "Nah… I wanna spend my time with you."
All thoughts of patrolling and kicking ass were long forgotten when Graham picked up on the sultry breathless lisp of Buffy's voice. "Is that right?" He nuzzled his nose against hers.
"Mmm-hmm… I foresee nakedness in our very near future." With her blunt teeth, Buffy bit his chin.
Graham chuckled, running his hands down her back and around her bottom. "I'm likin' this future already…" he took her hand into his own dragging her towards the black iron gate. "Let's get out of here."
Next Afternoon
Main Street
Magic Box's Opening Day
The small doorbell jiggled when Buffy and Willow entered the remoulded and renamed, Magic Box on its opening day. Giles had advertised it was once again under new management. After the shopkeeper's untimely death, Giles immediately jumped on board and bought the cursed shop.
"Trick or treat." Buffy sang with a smile.
The two girls spotted a large bowl sitting alone on a round table in the main area filled with chocolates.
"Ooh… Chocolate." The girls attacked the large bowl as Giles appeared from around the counter.
He smiled at the girls, "Oh, hello you two." Giles rolled his eyes slightly as the girls looked up with wide eyes, cheeks filled with chocolates. "Please, feel free to eat all of the candy that is not at all for the costumes and their children when they come in."
Willow grinned, "Thank you, kind proprietor."
Oz stepped out from the same back door Giles had exited from and went straight to the redhead wrapping his arms around her, "Hey," he kissed her temple.
"Buffy are you ready to train?" Giles asked.
Buffy shrugged and popped the last piece of candy into her mouth. "You betcha."
Giles and Oz shared a look and gestured for Buffy to enter the back room first.
Buffy entered newly converted backroom the boys had tirelessly worked on for weeks.
Well, mostly Xander and Graham had worked on it tirelessly for weeks. Oz was in charge of the music that played during construction and Giles already had his hands full with reopening the Magic Box.
Buffy slowly turned her eyes around the room a smile of excitement washed over her face. "Oh my God, look at this place." The training room was furnished with state of the art training equipment and weapons; some dating back to the medieval era.
"Boo!" Buffy gasped startled when a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist picking her up slightly off of the ground. She felt Graham smile against her neck, "You scare too easy, Summers." He set her down on her feet.
"What's gotten into you?" Buffy shook her head with a grin then turned her eyes to the men surrounding her, "Thank you so much."
Giles stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets and said, "It's just a token. You needed a proper space to train so… "
"I love it," Buffy said with honesty.
Graham playfully jabbed her stomach. "Wanna give it a try?" Buffy eyed him with a high cocked brow, nonplussed. "C'mon, don't tell me you're afraid of a little competition." Buffy did not respond, she simply continued to smile up at him.
"I'm the dummy-man!" Xander announced proudly then suddenly tried to retract his previous statement realising how it sounded. "I mean, I made the dummies. The things you hit that don't hit back. Those, I made." Oz gave a sympathetic pat on Xander's shoulder.
"They're great. It's all great." Buffy smiled appreciatively.
"You've earned it. Truly." Giles smiled.
Buffy hooked her arms around Graham's waist giving him a grateful hug. "Thanks, guys, you're like a fairy godmother, Santa Clause, Yoda, and Q all rolled into one." She frowned and said, "Q from James Bond, not Star Trek." The men smiled at her as she removed herself from Graham. "I'm going to get changed." She started for the changing room located in the back end of the training room when she swept her leg on the ground taking down Graham with a hard thud. Buffy rose her feet and triumphantly looked down to Graham wearing a cheeky smile, "Competition my ass." Buffy continued towards the changing room.
Graham landed on his back with a 'umpf'. He picked up his head wearing a large grin. "This ain't over, sweetheart!" He called out to her.
Buffy snobbishly waved her hand then she disappeared behind the door.
Downtown Sunnydale
Graham's Apartment
Desperately needing to catch their breath, Buffy and Graham broke apart from their passionate embrace. They laid side by side panting and sweaty. Buffy turned her head to Graham. She watched his chest rapidly heave up and down. She rolled onto her side and rested her head on the inside of his arm, close to his chest.
Graham wrapped the arm caught under her around her shoulders. He pulled her in close into his side. "Wow… " Graham grinned happily and breathless.
"Mmm… " Buffy softly moaned feeling utterly content. "That was relaxing… " she closed her eyes.
Graham turned his head to her. The warmth of her expression gave her a shiny afterglow. She appeared to be totally satisfied. Graham mentally applauded himself for his achievement. It wasn't easy tiring out his girl; Slayer stamina and all that.
He took a mental picture of her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, her well-kissed lips were slightly parted, her beautiful long blonde hair was mussed around her head, the mixture of her lingering scent of her perfume and her natural scent filled the air. It was a gorgeous sight to behold and he was the lucky man to have not only seen it but to also been the cause of it. That gave him more satisfaction than anything.
He pushed her hair off of her forehead and leaned forward whispering into her ear, "You wanna go another round? I bet we can break our record. What are we gonna shoot for? Ten… eleven… twelve…?"
Buffy opened her eyes with surprise and matched his wide smile, "Again? Right away again?"
"And again and again… I'm determined for twelve. But if you're too tired—" Graham pulled himself away turning over to his other side when Buffy's hand stopped him from rolling away. She shifted over top of him halting any further movements.
"I'll have you know, I have the endurance of ten men." She kissed his mouth.
"Ten men?" Graham chuckled as Buffy continued to kiss his skin, starting at his throat and gradually moved lower down his chest. "Can we make it women? You know, for the imagery. I can't go on picturin' you with ten men. It'll shatter my ego. But with women… Now there's an image." Graham chuckled.
"Whatever… " Buffy mumbled against his skin not really listening to him anymore. She found her way over his muscular stomach almost reaching her destination. She licked the v-lines of his abdomen and settled herself on her knees, between his legs. She lifted her eyes to his face and softly smiled.
Graham knew that look. He loved that look. Every time she gave him that look great things happened to him.
She hovered over him blew her hot breath over his limp cock, waking it. He instantly hardened. Graham reached out his hands to touch her when she slapped them away and coyly said, "No touchy."
Her lethally powerful hand wrapped around him and began to stroke his rising member. Graham closed his eyes relishing the feel of her hand. "Fuck… " He released a breath, he hadn't realised he been holding in.
Buffy smiled knowing she had him in the palm of her hand. She took it one step further and opened her mouth around him. Her tongue swirled around his mushroom tip then sucked his length. "Holy shit… " He fingers gripped the bedding forcing himself not to reach out to her. "… Buffy… " She repeated her ministrations over and over again until he was hard as a rock and desperate for release. His breath had become uncontrollably jagged. He squeezed his eyes closed forcing himself not to take control. "Fuck… Buffy… I'm gonna… " He emptied himself into her mouth. She greedily swallowed his seed.
Graham didn't waste anytime basking in the afterglow of his climax. He sat up and wrapped his arms around Buffy. He rolled her onto her back and slid himself into her centre with a single thrust. His hips rolled at an unforgiving pace. There were a time and place for making love and now wasn't it.
Buffy's nails scraped at his back holding him close. Graham buried his face into her neck breathing in her scent. He moved his head to hover his face over hers. His kisses were bruising and filled with raw passion. Buffy laced her fingers through his short hair and tugged at it as she arched her back.
"Ugh! Graham!" She shouted his name as she climaxed.
Graham collapsed on top of her and lazily kissed her lips. Buffy ran her hands over his face smiling at him. Graham slid out of her and went to her side, never removing her from his arms. He kissed her forehead listening to her soft moans of pleasure. He loved that sound almost as much as her breathy voice or her laugh.
Graham watched her roll away from him. He pressed himself against her back wrapping his arm around her body. The soft tips of his fingers slowly trailed from between her breasts, down her torso, reaching its destination at her centre. His mouth kissed and nipped at her shoulder and neck. Buffy turned her head looking back at him over her shoulder with a dreamy expression. Graham closed the small space between their mouths.
She loved the thoroughness of his kisses which explored every crevice of her mouth. He removed his hand from around her face and wrapped it around his hard cock. Buffy gasped feeling him against her. Her hand shot to his thigh; digging her nails into his skin with a moan as he reentered her. Graham grinned against her shoulder and began to roll his hips beginning another round with his love.
In the early hours of the morning, Buffy woke from a peaceful and dreamless sleep to a ringing cellphone coming from her coat that was sprawled out on the floor. With a start, Buffy's eyes snapped open. She ran a hand through her messy mussed hair and reached out over the edge of the bed fishing for her coat.
Her squinted sleepy eyes struggled to read the name of the caller which didn't register until she answered.
"Hello?" She said sleepily.
"Buffy!" Dawn squealed with relief. "Finally! I've been calling and calling—"
Buffy immediately sensed the panic in her younger sisters voice. "Dawn, what is it? What's wrong?" She knew the only reason Dawn would be calling her like this was if something was wrong.
"Me and Mom are at the hospital."
"What? Why? What happened?" Buffy jumped out of the bed searching for her clothes. She bent down picking them up. She found Graham's jeans and tossed them over his sleeping face.
Graham's head shot up. He removed the jeans from over his face and looked at his girlfriend with confusion. He immediately recognised her urgent expression of concern. He didn't question her but immediately got out of the bed and quickly dressed. He pulled on a T-shirt, jean jacket and never bothered to lace up his boots.
Buffy headed towards the door. She grabbed her pocketbook and found Graham's keys on an end-table. She jiggled them in the air to get his attention then tossed them to him.
Graham caught the keys and followed Buffy out of the apartment quickly heading to the pickup truck outside.