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Title: Californian Girl
Summary: Buffy Summers is once again vacating in England. This is one of her favourite past-times. She hates the work she now does and is escaping from her daily life as a Californian girl. She's left behind her mother, sister, ex-boyfriend, job, and boss. But when a certain bleach blonde comes falling into her life, Buffy wonders whether being a Californian girl is really worth it.
Chapter 1.
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Adding another bag to her already loaded arms, the blonde haired beauty swayed her hips as she walked over the cobbled streets of Northamptonshire's main shopping area. She walked through the swing doors of Swansgate Centre where Topshop was just to her left.
She needed a good old retail therapy. She was on vacation, and she was going to enjoy it. She was as determined as she could ever be; all she wanted was to forget her troubles, her job and her boss.
Her boss. there was a sore subject. As she looked half heartily through the clothes on the cramped shop walls, she felt herself cringe. Liam Angelus, boss to the club she worked in, or used to, she still wasn't clear on that one. He had employed her as a performer; she would dance around half naked satisfying his customers and be paid well for doing so. Of course her family and friends thought she was still working as an assistant to a computer programmer.
She could do more with her life, and she knew she could. She had a couple of degrees and had really once been an assistant to one of the greatest computer programmer's that California knew. But she had left when Riley had asked her to.
Riley. Another sore subject. Her ex, God she had loved him, and never told him, she was scared he would hurt her if he knew. Everyone but her knew he loved her; she was his precious gem, which nobody could touch. He had to protect her, and she was one girl who hated being protected.
Still she had loved him, he was plain and ordinary the one thing she had wanted. But he said after a two-year relationship that he didn't feel as if she loved him, of course this was after she caught him in the bed they had shared so many times, with another woman (faking an orgasm). But still she had chased after him; willing to forgive him, take it as her fault. But he had left her, ran back to Ohio. He liked the cornbread better than sticking at it with her.
By now she had picked up a few clothes, the sizes were different in England, but by now she knew she was a size eight. She had been to visit Giles so many times, and on her first time he had taken her out and let her get acquainted with the town. She even had friends over here that knew nothing of her American life. She was herself out here, never being criticized. She often thought of living in this cold country, although London did nothing for her. Giles had explained, you could buy a four- bedroom house with a back garden, a front garden, and a garage in Northampton, for the same price as a two bedroom flat, in a crummy area in London. So if she ever plucked up the courage to leave America, her family and all hope of regaining her life back for good, she knew this would be the place she came to.
Now in the changing room she stared at the reflection staring back at her, long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders and spilling around her back. Green eyes staring into the mirror and back into her own, Green, she pondered. Good mood, brown bad mood. Her mother had told her when she argued or dictated her eyes turned brown. Despite her thoughts she was still in a good mood, surprising, she thought. She wasn't tall; in fact she was only 5ft 3inces. She was petite; she had 34" legs if she wore boots, 32" without. Her stomach (which was now revealed) was flat and bronze, like the rest of her skin. Her arms tiny, Riley use to be able to encircle one with in hand, like some normal person could their wrist. Then again, she thought, Riley did have extraordinarily large hands.
After her reflection check the bottled blonde began to try on a new dress. It was beaded and see through with delicate flowers lining the low v- neck. The peach slip underneath covered up her naked flesh and complimented her toned skin. The other things didn't seem to interest her anymore. Quickly and gently she slid it off her body and hung it back on its hanger. Slipping back into her brown Swede skirt and cream calf length boots, she stared at the dress sighing, she was in love and this time she could admit it. Bout time, she thought.
After slipping into her beige top and jacket, she proceeded to the counter with PAY HERE swinging above the employees heads, jumping to the back of the queue, (another thing Giles had taught her.) she stood patiently, imaging the faces of all her friends as she walked into Edwards (where she had planned to meet up tomorrow night) with the knee length dress swaying and her pretty silver high heeled sandals elongating her legs.
Once at the till she watched the lady scan in the barcode and a price flashing up on the screen, she handed the lady her card. Miss Elizabeth Summers staring her in the face, making her cringe. She hated the name Elizabeth, why her mother burdened her with it she had no idea, but thankfully her distant daddy (who had given her the exact credit card she was paying with now.) nicknamed her Buffy. Ever since she had insisted on every one calling her that.
She signed her name, and got a look as the lady checked the signatures, once her card and purchases where in her possession she walked from the shopping centre. Shopping was great, but she had to many bags and spent way too much of her dads money, although he had told her to. It was his way of making up to her that he wasn't around. Always to busy fucking his secretary Buffy thought bitterly. Slowly she hailed a cab, but of course this wasn't the way to do it in England, so after half an hour of looking like a tourist she walked to the taxi bank and jumped into the back of a black cab.
Within twenty minutes she was back in Mr Giles home. It was funny she didn't remember meeting him; she could only remember him in every step of her life. He was a close family friend and although legally they weren't related, in her own mind and often in his, he was her father. She asked him everything, if she needed anything she would just ask him, and she honesty thought she couldn't ask for a better person to look up to. They squabbled like father and daughter; and she even had her own room. She often visited him when she could, depending on work and other such things.
"Buffy!" a female voice travelled up the stairs, and into her room.
"Olivia!" she shouted back, giggling a little at her cheeky response.
"Dinners ready hun." Buffy heard small steps against wooden flooring that covered the hall.
"Coming!" she shouted as she hurried to hang all her purchases up. Running downstairs, her socks slipping on the wooden floor she skidded into the kitchen. Grabbing a drink of water she slowly padded into the dinning room.
After a delicious meal, Buffy, Giles and Olivia made their way into the sitting room and turned the telly on. Giles and Olivia were snuggled up on the three seater, whereas Buffy was sitting on her feet with a pillow covering her bloated stomach, her head turned to the right watching the T.V often turning to look at the happy couple. She was so happy for her father figure, before Olivia he was physically alive but dead within. It hadn't always been like that; it started after Jenny had died. Allowing old memories to flow back Buffy closed her eyes and sunk into the comfy armchair.
Jenny was Giles first love. They had been so shy together when they had first met each other. Buffy was 16 when she had found them holding hands under the table at her mothers house like a couple of school kids, trying to hide their feelings for one another from the outside world. Jenny was her mom's best friend they had been since school. Buffy could still remember her dark flowing hair and her wide smile. She was such a happy person, and a genuine good girl. When Giles and her announced their engagement Buffy had been so happy, she had cried, she and her sister had been made honorary bridesmaids and had been there to help Jenny choose her wedding dress.
Not even a year into the marriage and Jenny announced she was pregnant. Giles became the happiest he had ever been. But then one night while in their apartment in California, above the shop they owned together, Giles rang Joyce worried. The ringing at twelve o'clock awoke Buffy and her little sister Dawn. Jenny hadn't shown up after going shopping. By now she was four months pregnant and everyone was worried. The search started that minute, with Buffy going around Giles' waiting in case Jenny came back, Dawn and her mother at home, in case she showed up there. Mr Giles and a few other family friends hunting for his wife.
Four days later the police found her in the woodlands. She had been horrifically murdered, but they were all told she died instantly. Everything else the sick barstards had done to her was to her corpse. The baby also died instantly. But three years later they were caught, it had been a ritual killing and poor Jenny had just been plucked from a crowed. Nobody noticing. Giles had moved to England then, so he was surrounded by his real family rather than that of a fictional one. Giles and Joyce had been best friends in collage both enjoying history and its artefacts and still remained best friends to this day. But it was only until they caught the killers of his wife and child that Giles began to move on, and as he did so there was Olivia staring him in the face. It had taken her a year to convince him to take a chance on her and then four months ago they had been married, although this time, Buffy had just sat in the pews on Giles' family's side.
And now they lay snuggled up together, clinging to each other as if they would die if they didn't. And Deep down Buffy wasn't sure if Giles did really feel like that. She loved that man with all her heart, she would never wish anything too ever hurt him, and if anything did. Well it had her to answer to.
At least two hours later, Giles shock Buffy as gently as he could. Slowly she opened her rubbing them slightly with tiny fists.
"Hey sleepyhead." Giles whispered. Not wanting to startle Buffy from her deep sleep.
" Hey Giles." Buffy yawned, covering her mouth so she didn't breath her sleep breathe on Giles.
"Think you should get to bed now." he took his glasses and began to rub them with the material of his loose shirt. Placing them back on he helped Buffy out of the chair by her arm.
"Do you want a drink to take up with you?" he asked letting her arm fall to her side.
"No, thanks." She smiled but then yawned again. Slowly she climbed the stairs whilst Giles grabbed himself a drink of water.
Once in her bedroom, she loosened all her clothes and let them fall from her; she crawled into the bed sliding the covers over her naked body. She allowed her eyes to close and began to slip back into her previous dreams of past memories. Giles now padded gently up the stairs after sitting down for a moment to consider how lucky he was that after everything that had happened before, that he still had Olivia, Joyce, Dawn and Buffy. He loved them all so much considering he felt his heart had shrunk after Jenny's death. He didn't like to think of the baby that was never born. His child. Because if he didn't think about it, he didn't want to go into that prison and shoot the people who did it. Sod it he pondered. Wouldn't shoot 'em, I'd bloody torture them; show them the old Giles, the Giles that was formerly known as ripper. Instead of drinking his water he reached for his whiskey. After three tumblers full, he began to head to bed, all thoughts of becoming ripper disintegrating from his head.
Buffy's sleeping body rolled around once again. Her subconscious reminding her of her life in California.
Another normal day for Buffy Summers, watching her boyfriend playing football, from the rafters. Him waving to her smiling that big smile that was only for her. Her friend Cordelia sitting next to her, watching as her jock boyfriend caught the ball and passed it at speed to another player. Cordelia and Buffy scream and whooped as Riley set up another touch down. Neither saying a thing to each other, when the game finished Cordelia and Buffy waited for everyone to leave the stand as usual. Once the pitch was empty the two girls began to natter.
"Oh my god. Buffy you'll never guess." Cordelia began.
"What?" Buffy instantly interested.
"I'm dating someone." Both raised their hands to the chest not making any contact and started to scream whilst shaking the hands.
"Well.?" Buffy asked, waiting for the gossip.
"Well, what?" Cordelia asked, teasing her best friend just a little.
"Cordelia." Buffy whined. "Name. Age. Height. Details!"
"Liam Angelus. 26. Dunno. and not yet but tonight should be the night."
"Oh my god!" Buffy shouted.
"So how are you and Riley?" Cordelia asked not really wanting to change the subject from her but knew that she really should.
"Oh you know, ok." Buffy looked into the direction of the school not wanting to answer her best friends questions.
"OK?" Cordelia looked into Buffy's eyes runching up her perfectly plucked eyebrows so they nearly met in the middle. "That's it?" she asked probing again.
"Wouldn't you love to be able to cheer again, like we use to at school?" Buffy asked really trying to change the subject.
"Don't you try and change the subject. But yes I would, anyway. why only ok?" she asked.
"I love him Cordy, I really do. But I can't tell him, and every time he tells me I'm like, 'Do you want something to drink.' Or I'm all 'Thanks.' And I know he's getting peeved!"
"So just tell him. I tell plenty of boys that, if it get me what I want." She waggled her eyebrows making Buffy laugh. Neither noticed the big muscular for mentioned boyfriend walk towards them, and when a very large hand fell none to gently on Buffy's shoulder they both jumped and then burst into another fit of giggles.
Later that night Buffy moaned when she was suppose to and groaned when she was meant to. Cordelia had taught her this neat little trick to squeeze her inner muscles allowing the length within you to believe you were having an amazing orgasm. She thought Riley was great. She enjoyed the sex with him; she had a mini orgasm early when she had rubbed his length across her clit while he kissed her neck, softly but a bit too gummy. Then he'd slowly push it into her and rock back and forth slowly and then explode within her within five minutes. But she really wasn't complaining, (To him anyway.) it was just she'd like to experiment, missionary was just what they did every night. It was like a nightly routine. He'd come to their place, she'd tell him about her new job in a café.
He liked that. He hated that she had a mind of her own. When she had been working as an apprentice he had moaned and convinced her into working at a local café. It paid more, not in the long run, but at that precise moment.
Then he'd tell her about his, then she would cook dinner, they'd eat, watch T.V. then at ten they would get ready for bed, and by half past he would be making love to her. Routine, just what she wanted. Honestly. Finally he rolled of her spent. Within a further five minutes he would be asleep.
Buffy woke up after reliving her life with Riley. She was now glad she wasn't with him. But a few months back she felt lost without him, she felt that she leaned on him, he was a pillar of support. Buffy looked at the flashing clock on the bedside cabinet. The red dial flash '06:04 am' at her quietly she slipped into some grey tracksuit bottoms and a pink tank top, tying her hair into a ponytail she quickly redid her make up before slipping a matching grey tracksuit top over her tanned arms.
Running downstairs she grabbed some lucozade from the fridge, she used the chalk next to the notice board on the side of the wall next to the pantry. Writing as neatly as she could she scribbled down
Giles + Olivia.
Gone for a jog, back soon
Hugs and kisses
Buffy
0x0x0x0x
Turning the key in the lock, Buffy opened the front door, she slipped the key from the front door and then placing it in her pocket she began to jog from the house.
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A/N: how'd you like it? Please review and let me know.
Mel xxx
Title: Californian Girl
Summary: Buffy Summers is once again vacating in England. This is one of her favourite past-times. She hates the work she now does and is escaping from her daily life as a Californian girl. She's left behind her mother, sister, ex-boyfriend, job, and boss. But when a certain bleach blonde comes falling into her life, Buffy wonders whether being a Californian girl is really worth it.
Chapter 1.
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Adding another bag to her already loaded arms, the blonde haired beauty swayed her hips as she walked over the cobbled streets of Northamptonshire's main shopping area. She walked through the swing doors of Swansgate Centre where Topshop was just to her left.
She needed a good old retail therapy. She was on vacation, and she was going to enjoy it. She was as determined as she could ever be; all she wanted was to forget her troubles, her job and her boss.
Her boss. there was a sore subject. As she looked half heartily through the clothes on the cramped shop walls, she felt herself cringe. Liam Angelus, boss to the club she worked in, or used to, she still wasn't clear on that one. He had employed her as a performer; she would dance around half naked satisfying his customers and be paid well for doing so. Of course her family and friends thought she was still working as an assistant to a computer programmer.
She could do more with her life, and she knew she could. She had a couple of degrees and had really once been an assistant to one of the greatest computer programmer's that California knew. But she had left when Riley had asked her to.
Riley. Another sore subject. Her ex, God she had loved him, and never told him, she was scared he would hurt her if he knew. Everyone but her knew he loved her; she was his precious gem, which nobody could touch. He had to protect her, and she was one girl who hated being protected.
Still she had loved him, he was plain and ordinary the one thing she had wanted. But he said after a two-year relationship that he didn't feel as if she loved him, of course this was after she caught him in the bed they had shared so many times, with another woman (faking an orgasm). But still she had chased after him; willing to forgive him, take it as her fault. But he had left her, ran back to Ohio. He liked the cornbread better than sticking at it with her.
By now she had picked up a few clothes, the sizes were different in England, but by now she knew she was a size eight. She had been to visit Giles so many times, and on her first time he had taken her out and let her get acquainted with the town. She even had friends over here that knew nothing of her American life. She was herself out here, never being criticized. She often thought of living in this cold country, although London did nothing for her. Giles had explained, you could buy a four- bedroom house with a back garden, a front garden, and a garage in Northampton, for the same price as a two bedroom flat, in a crummy area in London. So if she ever plucked up the courage to leave America, her family and all hope of regaining her life back for good, she knew this would be the place she came to.
Now in the changing room she stared at the reflection staring back at her, long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders and spilling around her back. Green eyes staring into the mirror and back into her own, Green, she pondered. Good mood, brown bad mood. Her mother had told her when she argued or dictated her eyes turned brown. Despite her thoughts she was still in a good mood, surprising, she thought. She wasn't tall; in fact she was only 5ft 3inces. She was petite; she had 34" legs if she wore boots, 32" without. Her stomach (which was now revealed) was flat and bronze, like the rest of her skin. Her arms tiny, Riley use to be able to encircle one with in hand, like some normal person could their wrist. Then again, she thought, Riley did have extraordinarily large hands.
After her reflection check the bottled blonde began to try on a new dress. It was beaded and see through with delicate flowers lining the low v- neck. The peach slip underneath covered up her naked flesh and complimented her toned skin. The other things didn't seem to interest her anymore. Quickly and gently she slid it off her body and hung it back on its hanger. Slipping back into her brown Swede skirt and cream calf length boots, she stared at the dress sighing, she was in love and this time she could admit it. Bout time, she thought.
After slipping into her beige top and jacket, she proceeded to the counter with PAY HERE swinging above the employees heads, jumping to the back of the queue, (another thing Giles had taught her.) she stood patiently, imaging the faces of all her friends as she walked into Edwards (where she had planned to meet up tomorrow night) with the knee length dress swaying and her pretty silver high heeled sandals elongating her legs.
Once at the till she watched the lady scan in the barcode and a price flashing up on the screen, she handed the lady her card. Miss Elizabeth Summers staring her in the face, making her cringe. She hated the name Elizabeth, why her mother burdened her with it she had no idea, but thankfully her distant daddy (who had given her the exact credit card she was paying with now.) nicknamed her Buffy. Ever since she had insisted on every one calling her that.
She signed her name, and got a look as the lady checked the signatures, once her card and purchases where in her possession she walked from the shopping centre. Shopping was great, but she had to many bags and spent way too much of her dads money, although he had told her to. It was his way of making up to her that he wasn't around. Always to busy fucking his secretary Buffy thought bitterly. Slowly she hailed a cab, but of course this wasn't the way to do it in England, so after half an hour of looking like a tourist she walked to the taxi bank and jumped into the back of a black cab.
Within twenty minutes she was back in Mr Giles home. It was funny she didn't remember meeting him; she could only remember him in every step of her life. He was a close family friend and although legally they weren't related, in her own mind and often in his, he was her father. She asked him everything, if she needed anything she would just ask him, and she honesty thought she couldn't ask for a better person to look up to. They squabbled like father and daughter; and she even had her own room. She often visited him when she could, depending on work and other such things.
"Buffy!" a female voice travelled up the stairs, and into her room.
"Olivia!" she shouted back, giggling a little at her cheeky response.
"Dinners ready hun." Buffy heard small steps against wooden flooring that covered the hall.
"Coming!" she shouted as she hurried to hang all her purchases up. Running downstairs, her socks slipping on the wooden floor she skidded into the kitchen. Grabbing a drink of water she slowly padded into the dinning room.
After a delicious meal, Buffy, Giles and Olivia made their way into the sitting room and turned the telly on. Giles and Olivia were snuggled up on the three seater, whereas Buffy was sitting on her feet with a pillow covering her bloated stomach, her head turned to the right watching the T.V often turning to look at the happy couple. She was so happy for her father figure, before Olivia he was physically alive but dead within. It hadn't always been like that; it started after Jenny had died. Allowing old memories to flow back Buffy closed her eyes and sunk into the comfy armchair.
Jenny was Giles first love. They had been so shy together when they had first met each other. Buffy was 16 when she had found them holding hands under the table at her mothers house like a couple of school kids, trying to hide their feelings for one another from the outside world. Jenny was her mom's best friend they had been since school. Buffy could still remember her dark flowing hair and her wide smile. She was such a happy person, and a genuine good girl. When Giles and her announced their engagement Buffy had been so happy, she had cried, she and her sister had been made honorary bridesmaids and had been there to help Jenny choose her wedding dress.
Not even a year into the marriage and Jenny announced she was pregnant. Giles became the happiest he had ever been. But then one night while in their apartment in California, above the shop they owned together, Giles rang Joyce worried. The ringing at twelve o'clock awoke Buffy and her little sister Dawn. Jenny hadn't shown up after going shopping. By now she was four months pregnant and everyone was worried. The search started that minute, with Buffy going around Giles' waiting in case Jenny came back, Dawn and her mother at home, in case she showed up there. Mr Giles and a few other family friends hunting for his wife.
Four days later the police found her in the woodlands. She had been horrifically murdered, but they were all told she died instantly. Everything else the sick barstards had done to her was to her corpse. The baby also died instantly. But three years later they were caught, it had been a ritual killing and poor Jenny had just been plucked from a crowed. Nobody noticing. Giles had moved to England then, so he was surrounded by his real family rather than that of a fictional one. Giles and Joyce had been best friends in collage both enjoying history and its artefacts and still remained best friends to this day. But it was only until they caught the killers of his wife and child that Giles began to move on, and as he did so there was Olivia staring him in the face. It had taken her a year to convince him to take a chance on her and then four months ago they had been married, although this time, Buffy had just sat in the pews on Giles' family's side.
And now they lay snuggled up together, clinging to each other as if they would die if they didn't. And Deep down Buffy wasn't sure if Giles did really feel like that. She loved that man with all her heart, she would never wish anything too ever hurt him, and if anything did. Well it had her to answer to.
At least two hours later, Giles shock Buffy as gently as he could. Slowly she opened her rubbing them slightly with tiny fists.
"Hey sleepyhead." Giles whispered. Not wanting to startle Buffy from her deep sleep.
" Hey Giles." Buffy yawned, covering her mouth so she didn't breath her sleep breathe on Giles.
"Think you should get to bed now." he took his glasses and began to rub them with the material of his loose shirt. Placing them back on he helped Buffy out of the chair by her arm.
"Do you want a drink to take up with you?" he asked letting her arm fall to her side.
"No, thanks." She smiled but then yawned again. Slowly she climbed the stairs whilst Giles grabbed himself a drink of water.
Once in her bedroom, she loosened all her clothes and let them fall from her; she crawled into the bed sliding the covers over her naked body. She allowed her eyes to close and began to slip back into her previous dreams of past memories. Giles now padded gently up the stairs after sitting down for a moment to consider how lucky he was that after everything that had happened before, that he still had Olivia, Joyce, Dawn and Buffy. He loved them all so much considering he felt his heart had shrunk after Jenny's death. He didn't like to think of the baby that was never born. His child. Because if he didn't think about it, he didn't want to go into that prison and shoot the people who did it. Sod it he pondered. Wouldn't shoot 'em, I'd bloody torture them; show them the old Giles, the Giles that was formerly known as ripper. Instead of drinking his water he reached for his whiskey. After three tumblers full, he began to head to bed, all thoughts of becoming ripper disintegrating from his head.
Buffy's sleeping body rolled around once again. Her subconscious reminding her of her life in California.
Another normal day for Buffy Summers, watching her boyfriend playing football, from the rafters. Him waving to her smiling that big smile that was only for her. Her friend Cordelia sitting next to her, watching as her jock boyfriend caught the ball and passed it at speed to another player. Cordelia and Buffy scream and whooped as Riley set up another touch down. Neither saying a thing to each other, when the game finished Cordelia and Buffy waited for everyone to leave the stand as usual. Once the pitch was empty the two girls began to natter.
"Oh my god. Buffy you'll never guess." Cordelia began.
"What?" Buffy instantly interested.
"I'm dating someone." Both raised their hands to the chest not making any contact and started to scream whilst shaking the hands.
"Well.?" Buffy asked, waiting for the gossip.
"Well, what?" Cordelia asked, teasing her best friend just a little.
"Cordelia." Buffy whined. "Name. Age. Height. Details!"
"Liam Angelus. 26. Dunno. and not yet but tonight should be the night."
"Oh my god!" Buffy shouted.
"So how are you and Riley?" Cordelia asked not really wanting to change the subject from her but knew that she really should.
"Oh you know, ok." Buffy looked into the direction of the school not wanting to answer her best friends questions.
"OK?" Cordelia looked into Buffy's eyes runching up her perfectly plucked eyebrows so they nearly met in the middle. "That's it?" she asked probing again.
"Wouldn't you love to be able to cheer again, like we use to at school?" Buffy asked really trying to change the subject.
"Don't you try and change the subject. But yes I would, anyway. why only ok?" she asked.
"I love him Cordy, I really do. But I can't tell him, and every time he tells me I'm like, 'Do you want something to drink.' Or I'm all 'Thanks.' And I know he's getting peeved!"
"So just tell him. I tell plenty of boys that, if it get me what I want." She waggled her eyebrows making Buffy laugh. Neither noticed the big muscular for mentioned boyfriend walk towards them, and when a very large hand fell none to gently on Buffy's shoulder they both jumped and then burst into another fit of giggles.
Later that night Buffy moaned when she was suppose to and groaned when she was meant to. Cordelia had taught her this neat little trick to squeeze her inner muscles allowing the length within you to believe you were having an amazing orgasm. She thought Riley was great. She enjoyed the sex with him; she had a mini orgasm early when she had rubbed his length across her clit while he kissed her neck, softly but a bit too gummy. Then he'd slowly push it into her and rock back and forth slowly and then explode within her within five minutes. But she really wasn't complaining, (To him anyway.) it was just she'd like to experiment, missionary was just what they did every night. It was like a nightly routine. He'd come to their place, she'd tell him about her new job in a café.
He liked that. He hated that she had a mind of her own. When she had been working as an apprentice he had moaned and convinced her into working at a local café. It paid more, not in the long run, but at that precise moment.
Then he'd tell her about his, then she would cook dinner, they'd eat, watch T.V. then at ten they would get ready for bed, and by half past he would be making love to her. Routine, just what she wanted. Honestly. Finally he rolled of her spent. Within a further five minutes he would be asleep.
Buffy woke up after reliving her life with Riley. She was now glad she wasn't with him. But a few months back she felt lost without him, she felt that she leaned on him, he was a pillar of support. Buffy looked at the flashing clock on the bedside cabinet. The red dial flash '06:04 am' at her quietly she slipped into some grey tracksuit bottoms and a pink tank top, tying her hair into a ponytail she quickly redid her make up before slipping a matching grey tracksuit top over her tanned arms.
Running downstairs she grabbed some lucozade from the fridge, she used the chalk next to the notice board on the side of the wall next to the pantry. Writing as neatly as she could she scribbled down
Giles + Olivia.
Gone for a jog, back soon
Hugs and kisses
Buffy
0x0x0x0x
Turning the key in the lock, Buffy opened the front door, she slipped the key from the front door and then placing it in her pocket she began to jog from the house.
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A/N: how'd you like it? Please review and let me know.
Mel xxx