Buffy sprinted down the stairs nearly running straight into Graham, who had been turning the corner at the same time.
"Demon," Buffy said searching the darkness with wild eyes. "It might be the demon from the woods you were talking about."
With a demonic screech of a Queller demon collapsed from overhead on top of Buffy. The demon's long tail took Graham out. He dropped the knife in his hand which was now out of his reach.
Buffy struggled against the demon for a moment unable to throw it off of her. She caught a shimmery shine of the knife's silver blade that was beside her. Buffy reached out her hand and grabbed the knife's handle stabbing the demon in the back.
Buffy released a heavy breath and pushed the demon off of her staring at the ceiling. A moment later, Graham crouched over her holding his hands on his knees with a smirk. He held out his hand for her to take.
Graham ran his hands over her quickly checking her for any injuries when a swarm of Commandos raided the Summers home.
With angry eyes, Buffy glared at her boyfriend who shrugged and held up his hands defensively. "It wasn't me, I swear."
Riley was the last to enter the household and looked around only to see the demon he has been chasing for two days was dead on the dining room floor. He noticed a kitchen knife sticking out of its hard-shelled back.
"Are you okay?" Riley gently asked Buffy holding nothing but warmth in his eyes.
Buffy stared at him irritated and speechless. Without another word, Buffy turned away from the two men and commandoes and ran back up the stairs to check on her mother and sister.
Exhausted, Buffy walked down the stairs and was thankful the commandos had left the house. She was seriously not in the mood to deal with them, especially after all that had happened during the night. All she wanted was to do was sleep.
Buffy rounded the corner into the living room to see Graham sitting on the couch looking as exhausted as she.
Graham ran a hand over his face wearing a tired smile as she entered the room. "All is well upstairs?"
"Yeah," Buffy collapsed beside him and laid her head against his shoulder wrapping her arm around his. "Everyone is asleep." She yawned closing her eyes.
"I… I still need to talk to you about something—"
Buffy turned her chin upward and covered her finger to his lips, "— Shh… Tell me tomorrow," Buffy sat up and captured his mouth in a slow kiss.
The soft and tender kiss quickly grew with needing passion. Buffy felt a shot of tingling warmth travel straight down to her toes. Never breaking the lip-lock, Buffy straddled her knees across his lap. She held a hand against his short bearded cheek, tasting the sweetness of his mouth.
Pushing the thoughts of Riley and the military from his mind, Graham yearned to touch her skin. It had been weeks since the last time they had made love. Graham's long fingers went to the buttons of her flannel shirt. He broke the kiss and kissed and nipped her neck as he unbuttoned the buttons. Buffy gasped at the feel of his wet lips against her skin. Buffy moaned a soft breath into his ear. She moved against him, grinding her centre over him. She could feel his hard cock restrained against the tight material of his jeans.
"Graham… " Buffy gasped and squeezed her eyes closed desperately finding some ounce of self-control.
"Tell me what you want." Graham's deep voice rumbled in his chest. He drew back his head to look at her. His hands snuck between the opening of her flannel shirt and cupped around her breasts.
"You," Buffy said breathlessly resting her forehead against his.
Wearing a smug smirk, Graham's hands slid from her breasts to the top of her jeans. He unfastened the button and snuck a hand inside. "Tell me what you want, Buffy."
Buffy's breath hitched in her throat as his finger manipulated her centre. She arched her back wanting his fingers to give her pleasure, but Graham was reluctant only wanting to drive her wild. "I want you to… make love to me."
Graham tilted his head to the side and watched her open her green eyes. There was an apparent dark gleam in her eyes that would easily be mistaken for cold-heartedness but Graham knew better. The darkness in her eyes was of passion and sensual desire.
Buffy moaned with disappointment at the loss of his hand. Graham covered her pouting lips with his own. He cupped his hands around her bottom and stood from the couch. Instinctively, Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles.
Without missing a step, Graham entered the bedroom holding Buffy in his arms. He kicked the door closed with the heel of his boot and fell back against the door.
The kiss was deep and wet. She bit his bottom lip then sucked on his tongue. She pulled off the open flannel shirt from her body and circled her arms around his neck.
Graham smiled against her mouth loving the desperation of her need to touch him.
Making it to the bed, Graham laid Buffy on her back and helped her out of her boots and jeans. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Buffy reached up Graham's chest and ripped open the buttons of his shirt. Buttons flew across the room landing on the wooden floor like small pebbles.
"I liked that shirt," Graham grumbled with a smile.
Buffy did not respond. She got to her feet and unfastened the buttons of his jeans and tugged them down his legs. Like a magnet, her hand was immediately wrapped around his standing cock.
Graham circled his arm around her naked body and laid her down. He settled between her legs. Her hands scratched down his back desperate to feel him inside. Graham took her scratching hands and held them together in one hand above her head. He took his time as he explored her mouth. His kiss was unhurried. Their mouths moved against each other like silky feathers tussling in the wind.
It was when he felt a wetness against his bristle face that touched his lips. The wetness tasted salty. Graham broke the kiss slightly only to turn his eyes to hers. Her beautiful eyes were glassy and reddened. Graham lifted his hand and brushed her tears away as he done before. He then pressed his mouth against the left side of her face, kissing her cheekbone, then to her right cheek. He moved his mouth to her forehead, then the tip of her nose and before finally reclaiming her mouth.
Buffy slid her hands around his neck and buried her fingers in his hair needing him to deepen the kiss. But he did not. The tip of his tongue teased her lips but did not ask to fully enter her mouth. She arched her pelvis enticing him to enter but he did not.
Graham's hands went around her arms pausing her aggressive actions and smirked, "Slowly."
"But I… "
He nuzzled his nose against hers. Buffy stared at him with impatience. "I know what you want," Graham whispered and chastely kissed her lips. "And I want to give it to you. I want to give it to you over and over again but… When I make love to you, I want it to last. I want it to be slow. I want to savour each moment of what we're about to create."
One of Buffy's hands slid from around his neck and cupped his cheek. Her index finger ran over his handsome features; tracing over his brow, down the bridge of his nose and over his lips. She felt the familiar spell of his blue eyes hypnotizing her. All of the thoughts that plagued her mind slipped away the longer she stared into his mesmerizing ice water depths. She knew right then that she wanted it too. When they made love, she wanted it to be painfully slow so she could savour every touch, every kiss, the weight of his body as it moved over her. She wanted it to last.
"I want that too."
Graham hovered over her face as he leaned forward. He could feel her breath on his face as she parted her lips, welcoming his slow kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and massaged against hers. He retained his own arousal when her strong hands wrapped around his shoulders holding him closer. Her knees moved up his sides but she did not push him to enter. All she wanted was to feel him and be blanketed by his comforting safety.
