Graham frowned down at the pamphernalia spread across the desk before him, his eyes unable to accept what they were clearly seeing: Buffy. More of her than he thought possible. The Slayer's body and face jumped out at him from the photos, her eyes lidded with pleasure, her mouth half-opened in gasps, and her limbs entwined around him. Hostile 17.
Graham swallowed and glanced back to the open office door behind him before leaning down to study the pictures more closely. Yep, he thought bitterly, there was no mistaking it. It was definitely Buffy. He frowned, wondered absently if Riley knew, reached out and pocketed one of the pictures. With one last final glance around the room he left as quietly as he had entered, the thin sheet of glossy paper burning a hole through his coat pocket.
The halls of the compound were mostly empty at the early hour of six in the morning, a fact Graham was exceedingly grateful for as he made his way hurriedly out of the building. He paused, blinking in the harsh morning sunlight before continuing down the streets of Sunnydale. Just what his discovery meant he still wasn't sure. What he did know was that there was definitely more to it than appeared on the surface. The General was watching the Slayer for a reason. A reason undoubtedly connected to Riley.
Graham let another frown crease his face as he fingered the edges of the photo. Briefly he entertained the thought of telling Riley and letting him sort through it himself, but quickly discarded the thought. The news would crush Riley, and who knew what he'd do then? No, Graham decided, this was a matter he had to take up with the Slayer herself.
Graham was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the familiar hulking form until it called out his name. Graham started and found himself staring face to face into the bland, completely unaware face, of Riley Finn. Graham managed a weak smile, pushed the picture out of his mind and inquired about how his friend had been.
* * *
'From above,
They say temptation will destroy our love.'
Buffy smile absently at whatever Riley said to her, laying her hand on his as he continued on with his story, her mind drifting easily away from him. It had been a week since she'd seen Spike. One long, frustrating week.
Riley squeezed her hand and she responded with yet another vague curve of her mouth. The movement appeased him and he turned his attention back to the platter of celery sticks and dressing before him. Buffy sighed, her eyes roving over the crowd that packed the Bronze, their skin shimmering in the yellow light. The music pounded through the speakers as the couples swayed together, their bodies melding together flawlessly time and time again as they danced.
She couldn't put her finger on what it was exactly that had kept her away from Spike. It wasn't that she no longer wanted him. Just the memory of the things he could do with his mouth sent shivers throughout her body. Buffy's eyes drifted closed as she recalled the passionate kiss of their last parting.
She sighed, her eyes fluttering open in disappointment as reality forced it's way to the forefront of her mind in the guise of her boyfriend, Riley Finn. He sat across from her at the table, oblivious to the turmoil building in his girlfriend, peacefully immersed in his celery and the simple pleasure of touching her hand. She hadn't felt so dirty in a long time. That, she realized belatedly, is why she had avoided Spike for the past week.
Despite her driving hunger for the blonde vampire, she was very much aware that what she was doing was wrong. Not just because he was a vampire and she was a Slayer, they'd moved past that the moment their lips met, but because she was Buffy Summers and she had a boyfriend. And said boyfriend was most definitely not Spike. He's not even in the same ballpark, she mused absently as she watched him chomp on the greens.
The halfway decent thing to do, if there was even a modicum of decency left at this point, would be to break things off with him. Riley deserved better than to date a girl who could only respond to the cool touch of the undead. Riley's heated caresses left her painfully unmoved and she accepted them solely as appeasement for her guilt. It seemed right that she should suffer a little.
Despite the fatal direction their relationship was taking, Buffy couldn't bring herself to break it off with him. He was so safe: dependable, solid, there. She could never know with Spike. He was as indecipherable to her as Babylonian.
The distinctive flash of white-blond hair flashed before her eyes and Buffy started, her eye sweeping the busy crowd frantically. Riley frowned at his girlfriend's sudden change in demeanor. His hand reached out to touch hers lightly and she jumped before giving him a flighty smile, "Is everything all right?"
She nodded briskly, "Right as rain." She managed another brief smile before standing up, "I'm gonna go to the ladies' room." Riley nodded and smiled at her, his brown eyes watching her furtively as she made her way across the club.
She'd barely made it to the bathroom door when she felt herself being yanked down the dark corridor and into the small utility closet at the end. She whirled around angrily to face her opponent, her fist shooting out to hit him across the jaw. The blow glanced off the side of Spike's face as he grabbed her arms, pinning them to her sides before brutally covering her mouth with his.
'The never-ending hunger.'
She groaned, her mind going blank as he slipped his tongue inside of her mouth. She responded to hi boldly, her tongue meeting his stroke for stroke as her hands wandered over his body, leaving feverishly hot prints on his body. His own cool hands came up to cup the firmness of her breast through her shirt, eliciting a sharp moan from her as his thumb flicked over a taut nipple, sending waves of electricity throughout her body.
She arched into him, her body turning soft and pliant under his demanding hands. His mouth left hers, trailing kisses down the graceful column of her neck to the exposed tops of her breasts. She shrugged out of the thin spaghetti straps of her shirt, letting he silky fabric fall around her waist. Spike paused momentarily to appreciate the fact that she'd foregone a bra before placing his mouth on the tender peaks of her breasts.
Buffy sighed, her fingers threading through his hair, freeing it from it's gel as she curled the strands around her fingers as Spike took first one, and then the other, breast into his mouth. He teased her mercilessly, until she felt for sure she would explode from the sensations his mouth invoked. Deftly, his long fingers slipped beneath her skit to trace her opening through the thin lacy underwear before slipping beneath the barrier and entering her.
She whimpered as he stroked her tenderly, his mouth still on her breast. Her knees trembled when he finally left her warmth to slither up the length of her body. His mouth found hers again, his teeth dragging along her lower lip as he lifted her legs and braced her against the wall. Her small hand stroked his length once, roughly, through the jeans before reaching for the zipper and unfastening it.
Spike's eyes drifted closed as he caressed her heat, probing shallowly between her legs. She whimpered and tried to pull him tighter to her. He kissed her again, his dark grey eyes meeting her hazel one as he murmured absently, "I missed you."
"I missed you."
He groaned as she wrapped around him, the soft mounds of her breasts pressed enticingly against his chest. With one swift stroke he entered her, his name leaving her lips as she took him in, tightened around him, and brought him home.
* * *
Buffy swept her long blonde hair back from her face as she bent down to touch her toes, letting out a contented sigh as the muscles of her body stretched and relaxed at the pressure. She switched sides before slowly rolling upwards and extending her arms skyward. She was jut about to embark and a few more serious stretches when he mother's voice called to her from the kitchen, informing her that she had a visitor.
Buffy entered the kitchen and, with a quick smile for her mom, into the hallway where she started in surprise as she stared up at the large form of Graham. She cleared her throat nervously and gave him a small smile, "Is something the matter?"
Graham hesitated, the picture heavy in his pocket. Now that he was here he wasn't too sure that he could carry out the mission he'd set for himself. He shifted nervously, set his shoulders and managed to return her gaze without flinching, "Do you have somewhere where we can talk in private?"
Her eyebrows drew together in confusion as she studied the man before her. That something was bothering him was plainly obvious. Every line of his body was hardened as if he expected battle and one hand was clenched inside his jacket. Warily, she gestured for him to follow her up the stairs to her room. Graham paused on the threshold of the room, taking in the confection. Everything thing about it screamed that this was a girl in the bloom of womanhood, still innocent in some ways despite all she'd seen. For a moment, Graham almost fled the room, the house, and the damming picture which rested in his pocket.
She looked up at him from where she was perched on the edge of her bed, her hazel eyes clearly troubled as she watched him, "Are you coming in?"
Graham nodded and stepped inside the room, closing the door behind him, "I have something that I think you need to see." He pulled the picture out of his pocket slowly, and placed it in her outstretched hand. Buffy let out a gasp as she found herself staring down at a photograph of herself in a more than compromising position. She blushed scarlet, her hands shaking as the implications of such a pictures existence meant.
"Where did you get this?"
Despite her shaking she still managed to interject a certain amount of threat into the question and Graham swallowed hard before meeting her eyes, "From the General's office."
"General?"
Graham nodded, "General Arthur MacGruder, the new head of the Initiative." Graham paused, letting the information sink in before continuing, "There are way more of them than just this."
Buffy's shoulder's slumped as the picture fluttered soundlessly to the floor.
'I have so much to lose,
I have nothing to give,
We have so much to lose.'
Graham swallowed and glanced back to the open office door behind him before leaning down to study the pictures more closely. Yep, he thought bitterly, there was no mistaking it. It was definitely Buffy. He frowned, wondered absently if Riley knew, reached out and pocketed one of the pictures. With one last final glance around the room he left as quietly as he had entered, the thin sheet of glossy paper burning a hole through his coat pocket.
The halls of the compound were mostly empty at the early hour of six in the morning, a fact Graham was exceedingly grateful for as he made his way hurriedly out of the building. He paused, blinking in the harsh morning sunlight before continuing down the streets of Sunnydale. Just what his discovery meant he still wasn't sure. What he did know was that there was definitely more to it than appeared on the surface. The General was watching the Slayer for a reason. A reason undoubtedly connected to Riley.
Graham let another frown crease his face as he fingered the edges of the photo. Briefly he entertained the thought of telling Riley and letting him sort through it himself, but quickly discarded the thought. The news would crush Riley, and who knew what he'd do then? No, Graham decided, this was a matter he had to take up with the Slayer herself.
Graham was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the familiar hulking form until it called out his name. Graham started and found himself staring face to face into the bland, completely unaware face, of Riley Finn. Graham managed a weak smile, pushed the picture out of his mind and inquired about how his friend had been.
* * *
'From above,
They say temptation will destroy our love.'
Buffy smile absently at whatever Riley said to her, laying her hand on his as he continued on with his story, her mind drifting easily away from him. It had been a week since she'd seen Spike. One long, frustrating week.
Riley squeezed her hand and she responded with yet another vague curve of her mouth. The movement appeased him and he turned his attention back to the platter of celery sticks and dressing before him. Buffy sighed, her eyes roving over the crowd that packed the Bronze, their skin shimmering in the yellow light. The music pounded through the speakers as the couples swayed together, their bodies melding together flawlessly time and time again as they danced.
She couldn't put her finger on what it was exactly that had kept her away from Spike. It wasn't that she no longer wanted him. Just the memory of the things he could do with his mouth sent shivers throughout her body. Buffy's eyes drifted closed as she recalled the passionate kiss of their last parting.
She sighed, her eyes fluttering open in disappointment as reality forced it's way to the forefront of her mind in the guise of her boyfriend, Riley Finn. He sat across from her at the table, oblivious to the turmoil building in his girlfriend, peacefully immersed in his celery and the simple pleasure of touching her hand. She hadn't felt so dirty in a long time. That, she realized belatedly, is why she had avoided Spike for the past week.
Despite her driving hunger for the blonde vampire, she was very much aware that what she was doing was wrong. Not just because he was a vampire and she was a Slayer, they'd moved past that the moment their lips met, but because she was Buffy Summers and she had a boyfriend. And said boyfriend was most definitely not Spike. He's not even in the same ballpark, she mused absently as she watched him chomp on the greens.
The halfway decent thing to do, if there was even a modicum of decency left at this point, would be to break things off with him. Riley deserved better than to date a girl who could only respond to the cool touch of the undead. Riley's heated caresses left her painfully unmoved and she accepted them solely as appeasement for her guilt. It seemed right that she should suffer a little.
Despite the fatal direction their relationship was taking, Buffy couldn't bring herself to break it off with him. He was so safe: dependable, solid, there. She could never know with Spike. He was as indecipherable to her as Babylonian.
The distinctive flash of white-blond hair flashed before her eyes and Buffy started, her eye sweeping the busy crowd frantically. Riley frowned at his girlfriend's sudden change in demeanor. His hand reached out to touch hers lightly and she jumped before giving him a flighty smile, "Is everything all right?"
She nodded briskly, "Right as rain." She managed another brief smile before standing up, "I'm gonna go to the ladies' room." Riley nodded and smiled at her, his brown eyes watching her furtively as she made her way across the club.
She'd barely made it to the bathroom door when she felt herself being yanked down the dark corridor and into the small utility closet at the end. She whirled around angrily to face her opponent, her fist shooting out to hit him across the jaw. The blow glanced off the side of Spike's face as he grabbed her arms, pinning them to her sides before brutally covering her mouth with his.
'The never-ending hunger.'
She groaned, her mind going blank as he slipped his tongue inside of her mouth. She responded to hi boldly, her tongue meeting his stroke for stroke as her hands wandered over his body, leaving feverishly hot prints on his body. His own cool hands came up to cup the firmness of her breast through her shirt, eliciting a sharp moan from her as his thumb flicked over a taut nipple, sending waves of electricity throughout her body.
She arched into him, her body turning soft and pliant under his demanding hands. His mouth left hers, trailing kisses down the graceful column of her neck to the exposed tops of her breasts. She shrugged out of the thin spaghetti straps of her shirt, letting he silky fabric fall around her waist. Spike paused momentarily to appreciate the fact that she'd foregone a bra before placing his mouth on the tender peaks of her breasts.
Buffy sighed, her fingers threading through his hair, freeing it from it's gel as she curled the strands around her fingers as Spike took first one, and then the other, breast into his mouth. He teased her mercilessly, until she felt for sure she would explode from the sensations his mouth invoked. Deftly, his long fingers slipped beneath her skit to trace her opening through the thin lacy underwear before slipping beneath the barrier and entering her.
She whimpered as he stroked her tenderly, his mouth still on her breast. Her knees trembled when he finally left her warmth to slither up the length of her body. His mouth found hers again, his teeth dragging along her lower lip as he lifted her legs and braced her against the wall. Her small hand stroked his length once, roughly, through the jeans before reaching for the zipper and unfastening it.
Spike's eyes drifted closed as he caressed her heat, probing shallowly between her legs. She whimpered and tried to pull him tighter to her. He kissed her again, his dark grey eyes meeting her hazel one as he murmured absently, "I missed you."
"I missed you."
He groaned as she wrapped around him, the soft mounds of her breasts pressed enticingly against his chest. With one swift stroke he entered her, his name leaving her lips as she took him in, tightened around him, and brought him home.
* * *
Buffy swept her long blonde hair back from her face as she bent down to touch her toes, letting out a contented sigh as the muscles of her body stretched and relaxed at the pressure. She switched sides before slowly rolling upwards and extending her arms skyward. She was jut about to embark and a few more serious stretches when he mother's voice called to her from the kitchen, informing her that she had a visitor.
Buffy entered the kitchen and, with a quick smile for her mom, into the hallway where she started in surprise as she stared up at the large form of Graham. She cleared her throat nervously and gave him a small smile, "Is something the matter?"
Graham hesitated, the picture heavy in his pocket. Now that he was here he wasn't too sure that he could carry out the mission he'd set for himself. He shifted nervously, set his shoulders and managed to return her gaze without flinching, "Do you have somewhere where we can talk in private?"
Her eyebrows drew together in confusion as she studied the man before her. That something was bothering him was plainly obvious. Every line of his body was hardened as if he expected battle and one hand was clenched inside his jacket. Warily, she gestured for him to follow her up the stairs to her room. Graham paused on the threshold of the room, taking in the confection. Everything thing about it screamed that this was a girl in the bloom of womanhood, still innocent in some ways despite all she'd seen. For a moment, Graham almost fled the room, the house, and the damming picture which rested in his pocket.
She looked up at him from where she was perched on the edge of her bed, her hazel eyes clearly troubled as she watched him, "Are you coming in?"
Graham nodded and stepped inside the room, closing the door behind him, "I have something that I think you need to see." He pulled the picture out of his pocket slowly, and placed it in her outstretched hand. Buffy let out a gasp as she found herself staring down at a photograph of herself in a more than compromising position. She blushed scarlet, her hands shaking as the implications of such a pictures existence meant.
"Where did you get this?"
Despite her shaking she still managed to interject a certain amount of threat into the question and Graham swallowed hard before meeting her eyes, "From the General's office."
"General?"
Graham nodded, "General Arthur MacGruder, the new head of the Initiative." Graham paused, letting the information sink in before continuing, "There are way more of them than just this."
Buffy's shoulder's slumped as the picture fluttered soundlessly to the floor.
'I have so much to lose,
I have nothing to give,
We have so much to lose.'