Malcolm had his bag already packed and was going to stow it on the shuttle even though they were leaving in the morning. He saw Buffy standing at the gym door, a look of something unidentifiable on her pretty face.

            "Buffy?"

            Her head came up and she turned around, "Hey Mal, getting ready to go?"

            "Yes, I was headed for the launch bay. What are you doing?" he asked.

            Her worried eyes met his, "I'm wired and I'm going to work out. Jon's doing last minute stuff and I need to be Ok when I see him." She smiled.

            "I'd reassure you and say we go to alot of agricultural planets for supplies. Nothing ever happens."

            Buffy shook her head sadly, "You shouldn't have said that." she laughed at his exasperated eye roll.

 "I refuse to believe in supernatural clap trap." He maintained and now Buffy did the eye roll.

            Buffy smiled at her friend, "Obsessing aren't I? That's me, never think stuff is going to go smooth."

            Malcolm looked at her patiently, "Go see the Captain."

            Jon knew Buffy was stressed. She had a feeling and so far she had been right, but he was taking Malcolm and T'pol just in case. He finished up the lists and sighed. He looked up when the door opened and found Buffy smiling at him.

            "Hey beautiful!" he said and was rewarded with a kiss. "Hey yourself." She replied before dropping her gym bag in the corner.

            "Let's relax, ok?" she asked and he stood and stretched, "Sounds good to me." He grabbed the pillows and tossed them on the bed then flopped down, putting space beside him.

            "Come here."

Buffy smiled and stripped down to her undershirt and underwear. She crawled onto the bed and lay down beside him.

            "Do you know what?" She asked, relaxing as he pulled her closer.

            "What?" he asked, kissing her. He couldn't seem to help kissing her; it was like she was the air he breathed.

            Buffy smiled, running a hand over his slightly rough face. She liked it at the end of the day when his stubble had grown out. He grinned as she continued to caress his face, "Buffy?"

            "Sorry, got carried away." With a last lingering caress she wrapped her arms around him. "Ok, I've got that feeling about tomorrow. Be careful and that's all I'm going to say."

            He smiled against her hair, "I'm taking T'pol and Malcolm." He said reasonably.

Buffy murmured against his chest, "It's the only thing that keeps me sane."

            "I can't take you every time." He teased. She leaned back and tweaked his nose with her fingers, "But you can take me now!"

            His amber eyes darkened, his stomach clenching with desire as her hazel eyes held his. He slid off of the bed and slowly undressed, leaving on his underwear. Her eyes glowed as he crawled back into her open arms. Kissing her gently, just small kisses, he left her lips and moved to her neck, kissing the sensitive spot just underneath her chin. He gently removed her undershirt, letting the material slide against her sensitive breasts and making her moan. He then rubbed his slightly rough face against them, something that she loved to feel.

            He leaned back and let his fingers dip just under the elastic of her underwear, causing her to tense. "Tickle?"

She shook her head, "Makes me hot." She whispered.

            He gently pulled them off, spread her legs and knelt between them, nuzzling her golden curls, damp with her arousal. Buffy's eyes popped open, "What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.

            He looked up and her eyes were wide and slightly dazed with need, "New for you?" he asked huskily and she nodded shyly. He smiled, "Don't worry, I think you'll love it." he whispered reassuringly and stroked her mound with a finger. His tongue followed and licked her clit, causing her to gasp and moan loudly.

Buffy had never had this done and found the incredible sensations blowing her mind. His tongue was doing things to her that she never imagined.

            Jon gently pulled her folds of skin apart and licked gently, sliding his tongue into her wetness and rewarded by more moisture. His tongue then flicked her clit and he moved back and slid a finger in before returning to lick and suck on her clit. She bucked and moaned and he felt her climax as she tightened around his finger. He got back up to kneel and gently flipped her shuddering body over, pulling her hips back until she was on her knees. Jon rubbed his hands over her soft ass and placed his cock at her entrance and pushed in, inch by torturous inch. He was large enough for him to worry about hurting her but she sighed and pushed back onto him and cried out.

            Buffy cried out into her pillow as she climaxed again as he thrust inside her, stronger and faster. Buffy was dizzy with pleasure when she felt her third climax take her and he cried out as his climax filled her. Both of them were gasping for air and he pulled out gently, laying her on her side, then spooning behind her. They were silent for a moment, Jon trying to compose his emotions when Buffy laughed softly. "Tell me again that Dr. Phlox didn't goof?"

He opened his eyes and grinned, "I don't know, but I'm not complaining."

            "I'm not either." and she reached around and pulled him to her for a kiss. They were snuggled in companionable silence when Jon asked, "Tell me something."

            Buffy shook her head, "No, I am so not interested in the Nagus." She joked.

Jon laughed outright at this, "Not what I was going to say."

            She giggled, "Sorry, go ahead." He pulled her tighter and asked, "What was it like to be a Slayer?"

            "Ok, super strength, speed and stamina." She began and he raised his hand, "I can attest to that!" She swatted him and laughed, saying, "Very funny." She thought for a moment, "I patrolled cemeteries at night, dusting vamps or killing demons. My best friends were Xander and Willow and they helped me survive and thrive. We stopped 4 or 5 apocalypses and killed a number of big bads. Since I was the only Slayer I was stuck. I had to stay and save the world. It was my duty, my destiny."

            Jon nodded, "Then came the final battle you fought and then you weren't the only one. You had freedom. Go anywhere, do anything?" he asked.

Buffy groaned then laughed, "Well, then Giles said, "Well there's a hellmouth in Cleveland." She imitated a pompous British accent and he laughed.

"So, you went to Cleveland and that's how we met." He finished, piecing it together.

            "Right in one."

            "So, I'm dating an older woman. You look good for your age, 'old lady'." He said straight-faced and she yelped, rolled over and tickled him mercilessly.

Buffy watched him get on the shuttle and grabbed Malcolm, "Something is going to happen, be careful." Her eyes were intent on his and he nodded, "Always."

            Jon was reading his padd as the shuttle flew to the surface of the planet. Suddenly a note popped up, "Be careful My Captain. You mean the world to me. Buffy." He grinned in delight and touched the padd gently, 'What a woman'.

            The people of the planet called Angel I were a Matriarchal society. The free trade that had been established had been the women's idea and the planet had flourished financially as aliens of all kinds came to trade produce. The shuttle arrived and the three of them headed for the market.

            It was a beautiful day and Jon wandered the various stands, smiling at the other aliens, the attractive women and the large number of children underfoot. He chatted to various owners about the fruit, finding many similarities and differences between Earth's fruit and Angel I's. T'pol had Chef's list and Malcolm was being a good shadow. Jon looked back to see Malcolm about 8 or 9 stalls behind him, chatting about a fruit that looked like an apple when suddenly there was the roar of engines and a scream of, "Raiders!" 

            20 or so raggedy vehicles came roaring over the hills and up the road toward the stalls, grabbing woman and children, produce, animals and creating havoc. Jon looked for Malcolm and the men's eyes met. Buffy was going to be pissed.

            T'pol was fighting her way to the Captain when she saw a child ripped from it's mother's arms. Knowing it was illogical, T'pol acted anyway. She raced over to the vehicle that had stalled, pulled the man who had taken the child out, took a page out of Buffy's book and cold cocked him. She then took the crying child, not more than 2 years old, reuniting him with his mother and tried to find them shelter from the raiders.

            Malcolm was using his phase pistol trying to get to his Captain. He was dodging vehicles and people, his path crowded. He saw one of the Raiders using a long metal spike, sharpened at one end and randomly shoving it into people. Shaking his head at the barbarity of it he continued to stun Raiders and moved against the tide of humanity to find the Captain.

            Jon was helping people escape and hide when he finally saw Malcolm's face. Then he saw Malcolm's face go sheet white and he half turned, realizing it was a warning when he felt the violent punch, making him stagger. Then he felt a burning pain, so intense he knew he was going to black out. He fell to his knees, watching Malcolm coming closer and then his last conscious thought was about Buffy and passed out.