pIf this had been even two years earlier, the whole Buffy obsession would be over./p

pThis girl had everything Buffy had and then some./p

pMore than that, she was willing to share some of that with him./p

pHe wasn't quite sure how they'd gone from fighting in the graveyard to her wearing nothing but a black bra and leather pants while standing over him in a mausoleum somewhere between his place and the Bronze, most of his clothing tossed haphazardly over a coffin behind them, his hands tied to coat hooks on the wall with the remainder./p

pBut he wasn't complaining./p

pIt was a lot like dating Dru, except that this girl wasn't quite as insane./p

pOr, more accurately, she was, but in a way that he understood./p

pDru would have liked this Slayer./p

pShe would have kept her as a pet./p

pWatching the girl now, though, feeling her breath as it trailed down from the side of his face to his neck to his upper chest, he was wondering if she or Dru would have been in charge of that relationship./p

pHer lips brushed across his nipples, and he arched away from the stone wall./p

p"IFuck/i," he breathed./p

pShe wasn't the Slayer he wanted./p

pBut she'd do for now./p