Mirror
By Norwalker
Part 4
"I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, because I'm not myself, you see" Lewis Carroll1
" THE END"
Buffy sighs heavily, and gets up to turn off the TV.
Bored, Bored, bored, and bored.
" I'm going to bed, mom, " Buffy calls out as she hits the staircase. She makes it up two stairs.
" Buffy, honey? Wait."
Buffy drums her fingers on the banister, thinking What now?
" Honey, " Joyce says, entering the room, " I'd really like to talk to you before you go to bed."
Oh god
" Talk? About what?" Maybe I can just deflect her.
" You know what, honey. I'm really worried about you. It's been over two weeks since…" Joyce trails off, not wanting to relive that night, " … and you haven't really been out of the house."
" I have so!" Buffy declares," I went to the store the other day…"
" Buffy, that's not what I mean. I mean, you haven't been out with your friends, or with a date, or anything…you've been hiding away from everybody."
" Ok, mom, let's review, " Buffy says, her voice getting edgy, " About 2 weeks ago, I wake up chained up in Willow's dining room. Kinky, except I find out I've been turned into a vampire, I've been running around as a mass murdering monster, oh, and for giggles? I happen to kill one of my best friends ever. Excuse me if I'm not out looking to date, ok?"
" Buffy, I know it's hard. I know it's been very rough on you. But it's not good for you to be all alone like this…"
" No, mom, you don't know. You don't have a clue. I don't have a clue, because I really can't remember so much about that time. All I do know is how everyone is around me. God, Willow won't even look at me. Angel, on the other hand, not only looks at me, but is practically at my side 24/7. I wouldn't be surprised if I went up to my bedroom and found him standing guard. Giles… I think he keeps expecting me to grow fangs and attack him. And Faith? Well, that's simple, she just hates me. And you… oh god, you all hate me, you all hate me, and I deserve it, but I can't take seeing how you look at me!"
" Buffy, honey, that's not true. We don't hate you, we love you!"
" No, don't lie to me. I can see it. You hate me. All of you. God, why can't you just… just … LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Buffy turns on the stairs, and runs up them.
" Buffy… wait!" Joyce calls out after her. Good one Joyce, Nice work. She probably won't talk to you for a …
The phone rings.
" Damn, who can that be?"
Joyce is torn. She wants to go after Buffy, but she's expecting an important call.
Take the call, Joyce. Buffy probably won't talk to you anyway. Not now.
She just hopes it's who she thinks it is. She knows that this will make Buffy feel happier.
She turns, and runs to answer the phone.
2
Buffy, really upset, runs into her room, and into her closet. Closing the closet door behind her, she moves around a few boxes on the shelves, revealing a trap door to the attic. Grabbing the hook pole, she pulls it down, and a chain ladder falls. She quickly climbs the ladder and pulls it and the trap door after.
Taking the flashlight off the hook on the post, she walks over to what appears to be a wall with boxes stacked in front of it. Pushing the boxes aside, she feels along the panel until she finds the catch. Pulling it, the wall opens, and she moves inside.
This is her secret spot, a place she found long ago, not long after they moved to Sunnydale. A narrow storage place, 4 feet wide by 15 feet long, it parallels one of the house walls. No one knows about it but her. This was one of her hidey holes when she was a vampire, a place she came back to after her mother invited her in. At one end there is a small mattress , a lamp and a chest. She walks over there, sitting on the mattress. Leaning over, she flips on the lamp, revealing the walls. They are plastered with photographs of Faith. Hundreds she's taken of the slayer, as a vampire and now as a human. On one wall is a larger than life portrait of the slayer. She walks over, and leaning against the wall, kisses the picture with fervor.
" You don't really hate me, do you baby? I couldn't stand it if you did. I don't know, cuz you don't talk to me, or anything. I love you so much. "
Buffy turns and leans against the wall, holding herself. Unconsciously, her body begins to rub against the wall.
" They don't understand me. None of them do. They won't leave me alone. Why won't they just leave me alone? Leave us alone?"
A little sigh escapes her, followed by a low moan. She turns and faces the image on the wall.
" But you understand me, don't you? I know you do… we're alike, you and me, " Buffy leans on the picture. " I just wish you'd realize how much I need you." She leans in, and kisses the image's face repeatedly. " I need you, baby. I love you. So much."
She leans her whole body up against the picture, and sighs.
" Just hold me baby. Just hold me."
3
Joyce hangs up the phone, a little smile on her face.
This is just the thing, Joyce thinks to herself, this'll snap Buffy out of her funk. God, I'd give anything to snap her out of the moodiness she's been having. Poor baby, she's having such a tough time of it. But this, I know, will make her smile. Joyce hugs herself briefly. Joyce, you still got it. You too clever by half!
She exits the kitchen, and looks up the stairs, and her smile fades. But now, I gotta go make nice with her, so she'll be talking to me tomorrow. I just wish I could reach in and hug her heart. Let her know how much we all love her.
She starts up the stairs, and stops halfway. Maybe I should just leave her alone. I mean, maybe letting her settle down on her own is the best course. She starts to turn, but stops herself. No, this has gone on too long. I've got to go up there, and talk to her. She can't keep hiding away like this. She's got to start dealing with this honestly.
Joyce goes to her room, and finding the door closed, knocks softly.
" Buffy, are you in there? Buffy?" She opens the door, and looks in. Not here. Darn. Well, I'll just have to wait for her.
She walks into the room, and casually looks around. She moves towards the bed, and sits. On the nightstand she sees a little red book, with a strap on it.
Buffy's diary.
Joyce picks it up, and undoes the strap. Maybe if I look in here, I can get a clue to what's going on in her head.
No, Joyce, that'd be wrong! It's her diary!
Still, I might be able to find something to understand her better.
It's wrong. It's her private thoughts. You shouldn't snoop!
Why not? She's my baby, and she's hurting. It might help.
Because, it's wrong, that's why!
I'm her mother. I'm not shying away from anything that'll help my baby!
Resolved, Joyce opens the book. She starts reading it. After awhile, her eyes are wide open, and she's feeling her heart beating rapidly in her chest. It's a blow by blow of Buffy's actions as a vampire. It describes hunting, and stalking, and preying. And killing, and how the blood tastes, and feels, and what it does to her… Joyce is at once sickened and fascinated. So fascinated, she doesn't notice the closet door opening. So fascinated, she doesn't hear know Buffy's returned.
" Whatcha doin'?" Buffy asks, her voice low. " Hey, that's private!" She rushes over to her mother.
Joyce, startled, slams the book closed and looks up. Busted!
" Were you reading that?" Buffy says, angrily snatching the book away from her mother. " That's private! You… how could you?" She turns and storms to the other side of the room, throwing the book into a drawer. " Would you like it if I snooped through your stuff?"
" Buffy, I'm sorry, " Joyce stands up, going over to her, " I'm just so worried about you. I don't know how to help you! I was just trying to find a way to reach you."
" By reading my journal? God, that's … that's…" Buffy turns, her face flushed. She sees her mom's worried expression, and she sighs. She leans against the dresser. " Oh mom, why?"
" I just hate seeing you this way, Buffy. I'm so worried about you. You're being so hard on yourself, it scares me sometimes. I'm afraid…"
" Oh mom," Buffy comes to her, flinging herself in Joyce's arms. " I'm so scared!"
" Buffy!" Joyce holds her, realizing her daughter's starting to shake.
" I've been having dreams, mom! Every night! It's always me, being turned into a monster again. Going out, hunting prey. Stalking them down, killing them. They're so vivid, so real! I … I write them down, trying to figure them out, trying to make sense of it." She looks up at her mom, her eyes wet. " What if it happens again? What if I become a monster again. That's why I'm so afraid to go out. I'm afraid I'll be attacked and changed again. " Buffy clings to her, sobbing.
" Oh, baby, no!" Joyce says, hugging her tightly. " Don't. We won't let that happen. I promise you! We won't let that happen to you again. You're ok, baby. You're home, " Joyce cuddles her. " You're safe."
" I was so bad! I was evil! I did so many bad things! I hurt so many people… you, and Willow, and … oh god…" Buffy cries softly into her mother's arms.
" There, there, honey, there, there, " Joyce strokes her hair." It's ok, now. It's over. You're safe here." Gently, she leads Buffy to her bed. " Lie down, sweetie. Rest. You'll feel better."
Buffy allows her mother to lead her to the bed, and lies down complacently. Joyce holds her hand.
" Oh mom, what would I do without you?" Buffy asks softly. She reaches up, and pulls Joyce into a hug. " I love you so much!"
Joyce smiles, knowing her little girl is back. " I love you too, Buffy. Get some rest. We can talk in the morning."
" You bet, mom!" Buffy says, through sniffles. " I'd like that!"
" Goodnight, Buffy. Sleep well."
" G'night, mom, " Buffy bravely smiles up at her.
" Do you want me to stay for awhile?"
" No, I'm ok now, mom. You go ahead," Buffy says.
" Ok, honey. I'm just down the hall if you need me."
" Thanks, mom."
" Goodnight, baby."
" Goodnight, mom."
Buffy watches as her mother leaves. As soon as the door closes, her whole attitude changes.
" God, I thought she'd never leave!" Buffy mutters to herself.
Throwing off the covers, she hurries over to the closet. Rummaging around, she pulls out some clothing. She walks over and lays it on the chair by her vanity.
" Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who's the smartest one of all?" Buffy says into the mirror. " Well, it certainly isn't dear old mom!" She giggles softly.
Going back to the closet, she returns with a black wig and stand. She sets it on the vanity.
She sits down, and does her makeup. She does her eyes and brows, emphasizing them. Her base is pale, very pale. She puts on a crimson colored lipstick. She pouts out her lips, and leans over, kissing the mirror. " Welcome back, sexy."
Pinning up her hair, she puts on the dark, short haired wig. She paints her fingernails the same shade as her lips, and admires herself in the mirror. She stands, and starts to strip out of her baggy sleepwear.
She strips down to her panties and turns this way and that in the mirror. " Uh, uh. Those will never do!" She walks over to her dresser, and opening it, pulls out a black thong. Dropping her white panties, she puts it on. She returns to the mirror." Oh yeah, so much better!"
She gathers up her clothing, and folds it neatly on the vanity chair. She picks up her costume d' jour, and starts to dress.
First she walks to her dresser, and retrieves a pair of sheer black nylons. She rolls them up her legs. She loves the silky feel of them against her. She grabs a garter belt, and puts it on. Walking back to the mirror, she looks at herself once again. " Oh, better and better !" She turns this way and that, admiring her toned ass.
She dons a black, sleeveless blouse that clings to her curves. It's net material hides next to nothing. She reaches and pinches her nipples, making them erect. " Nice, " She smiles. Reaching into a vanity drawer, she pulls out a pair of evening length black lace fingerless gloves, and puts them on.
Finally, she wiggles into a tight leather skirt that barely covers her ass. " Almost," she says, again turning to admire herself. She then walks to the closet and picks out a pair of black thigh high lace up boots. Walking over, she sits and puts them on. She stands, and gets the final effect.
" Perfect," She smiles broadly. Now she's ready to hunt. " No wait!" She reaches into the vanity, and pulls out a lace choker. She puts it on, and grins . " Now it's perfect".
" Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the hottest slut of all?" She smiles, and licking her finger, touches her ass. " You bet I am" Stretching, she proceeds to runs her hands down her chest to her hips. "Mmmm. Mom'll be so happy, " She grins at herself. " I mean, she did want me to go out, right?"
Giggling softly, Buffy slips out her window.
4
Walking, her heels clicking softly on the pavement, Buffy journeys through the night. She feels the hard warm knot of anticipation in her stomach, and she smiles. She loves the hunt. Loves every bit of it. She turns quietly down an alley in the commercial district, and sashays towards her destination. The cool night breeze caresses her like a lover, and she feels her nipples harden further. Little tingles rush from her breasts to her sex, causing a slight dampness. God, it's even better alive. She grins, loving the way she feels.
She reaches a plain steel door with a peephole door cut into it. She knocks three times on the door and waits.
The peephole slides open, and a pair of eyes look out. They go wide briefly, and then the door is swung open for her.
" Where've you been?" The bouncer asks. He's dressed to the nines in a silk tux.
" I've been busy, " Buffy answers, shortly.
" We thought you were dusted…"
" Well, pretty obvious, I'm not. " She walks into the club.
" Well, just as long as you remember the rules, love. No snacking on the premises. Take out, only!"
Buffy whirls on him, and commanding all her strength, she pushes him up against a wall. " You moron, I made this club. I made the rules. I don't forget!" She snarls at him.
" Of course, of course. I'm sorry!" He cowers, clearly afraid of what she might do.
" Instead of reading me the rules, how ' bout enforcing them?" She points at a couple sitting on a bench in the gallery. They're obviously making out, and they're necking. A little too much.
" Sorry, right away," the bouncer hurries away towards the couple.
Buffy casually walks over to the gallery, looking down on the main floor.
This is a vampire club. A place where the lonely, the bored and the Goth come to play at being the undead. It has a rich feel to the décor, all wood and velvet and low lights. On the walls are mounted large screen TV's playing a library of old vampire films. The dance floor, in the center, is outlined by footlights, and the bar up against the wall serves a variety of liqueurs and even pigs blood. Gotta keep the rubes happy, Buffy chuckles to herself. Tables and overstuffed loveseats surround the dance floor, and on the upper gallery, where she is, velvet lined benches are placed strategically for those who like to observe.
Buffy leans on the railing, breathing in the scents and raw emotions. She scans the crowd, beginning her seeking phase. Her mouth begins to water in anticipation.
A pair of arms encircle her waist, and a body pushes up close behind her. A soft voice says into her ear, " Hello, lover."
" Hello, Zoë, " Buffy replies flatly, trying to ignoring her.
" 'Hello, Zoë', " the slender vampire says, hurt. " You go missing, you don't say squat, I'm worried you've been dusted; and then you show up suddenly, and all I get is ' Hello, Zoë ' ? " She pouts.
" I'm busy, Zoë, go away, " Buffy says dismissively.
" No, I won't ' go away'!" Zoë tightens her grip. " I've missed you, baby. How 'bout we…"
" I'm hunting, girl. Go away."
" I can help you hunt. I like to hunt, " Zoë says. She licks Buffy's neck. " C'mon baby…wait a minute. Wait a minute! You.. you… you're warm." She sniffs Buffy. " You're HUMAN!"
" Gee, Zoë, say it a little louder, why don't you?" Buffy says irritably. She reaches in her purse, and calmly extracts a small crucifix. She presses it against Zoë's hands.
She yelps, and pulls away.
" You hurt me!" Zoë mourns, rubbing her hand. " Why'd you hurt me?"
" Because you like it."
" Yeah," Zoë pouts, " but that wasn't a nice hurt. That was a mean hurt!"
Buffy turns to Zoë, and looks at her.
The thing that attracted Buffy to Zoë initially was her amazing resemblance to Dawn. She stood about the same height, was about the same build, had the long brown chestnut hair, just like her dead sister. Except for the beads and feathers Zoë tied in her hair. She had the same amazing blue eyes, the same nose… except for the nose ring… and the same sensual lips. Buffy had been fascinated by her the first time she wandered into the club. She made it a project to stalk her, and turned her, to make her a playmate.
Unfortunately, she didn't have the same wit and intelligence Dawn had had. Buffy soon grew bored with her. But Zoë was loyal to her , and worshiped Buffy. Always a good thing , in Buffy's opinion. And Buffy knew that despite her simplicity, she could be trusted. So, she kept her around as a pet, using and abusing her at will. And Zoë ate it up like cream.
" Aw, did I hurt my lil pet?" Buffy coos. She grabs Zoë's hair, and pulling hard, kisses her fiercely on the lips. " Better?"
"Yesss, " Zoë smiles, adoration shining in her eyes. Then she frowns." But you're human…" She brightens. " Let me make it better." She vamps out. " I can turn you back."
Buffy sniggers, and raises her hand. " Remember the rules, Zoë. No snacking."
" That's ok, we can go out in the alley…"
" Gee, really know how to romance a girl, don't you?" Buffy smirks.
" I'm sorry, " Zoë says. " Hey, we can go back to the nest. I kept it up. It's real sweet. I'll kill you slowly… make it last." Zoë looks hopefully at Buffy.
" No, I don't want to be turned. Not yet."
" Why not?" Zoë asks. " How'd they make you human, anyway?"
" Some of my ' friends' got together, casting some spell. Turned me into a human," Buffy shrugs. " and guess what? I wanna get them back."
" Really?" Zoë looks eager. " Like a slaughter?"
" No moron. Not a slaughter. I have plans." Buffy pauses, " How'd you like to taste the blood of a Slayer?"
" A Slayer?" Zoë gets a dreamy look. " I hear slayer's blood is like an aphrodisiac."
" It's sweet. I know, I've tasted her."
" The Slayer?"
" Mmmm-hmmm" Buffy smiles. "She's the one responsible for …" she gestures at herself, " … this, and I want to get her, particularly."
" What's your plan?"
" Working on it. But I'm gonna woo her, and make her want me… and then boom. Spring the trap. You'll sire me, and I'll sire her!"
"Wow!" Zoë exclaims. " Wait, if you take her, then … I thought I'd get a taste."
" Oh, c'mon baby. You know I share my kills with you. You'll get a taste, but I want the kill. I want to sire her, make her my bitch."
" Oooo, it sounds like fun, " Zoë, in her excitement, rubs up against Buffy. " God I want you so much. C'mon, lover. Come with me. We can just fuck. I won't eat you."
" Uh-uh. Love you Zoë, but you've got like zero self control. I'd be drained dry before you even gave me an orgasm."
" I wouldn't do that!" Zoë protests.
Buffy frowns, and grabs Zoë by her nose ring, pulling her close. " Are you calling me a liar, bitch?"
" N-N-Noo," Zoë whines, softly.
"What do you say?" Buffy tugs her ring.
" S-S-Sorry, "
" Sorry… what?"
" S-Sorry, Mistress."
Buffy releases the ring, and pulling her close, kisses the vampire tenderly on the cheek.
" You're my sweet pet?"
" Yes, Mistress."
Buffy sucks on Zoë's lip. " Do you love your Mistress?"
"Yesss, Mistress" Zoë sighs happily.
" Then give us a kiss," Buffy says softly
Zoë starts to tilt her head to kiss Buffy, but Buffy stops her. " Not there, girl"
Zoë looks puzzled, then smiles when the light goes on. She kneels in front of Buffy.
Buffy shivers in delight as she feels Zoë's cool tongue lap at her thong. She pushes her away.
" That's enough, baby, " She strokes her hair.
" Did I please you, Mistress?" Zoë looks up hopefully.
" Very much. Buffy loves her pet, " She pulls Zoë to her feet by her hair. " Now go be good and find a nice snack for yourself. I'm busy."
" Please, Buffy. Let me … please let me please you."
Buffy smiles. " I'm sorry. I want something fresh and warm tonight."
Zoë's face falls.
" Don't worry, love. We'll have lots of fun later. And remember, keep what we talked about secret. Just you and me, ok?"
" Of course, Buffy. You can trust me!"
" I know," Buffy reaches into her purse, and pulls out a stake. " Cuz, if you fuck up, you know what happens."
Zoë backs away in fear.
"Aw, c'mere, baby," Buffy draws her in, and licks her neck. She reaches around and squeezes her ass. " Now go play nice."
" Thank you, Mistress," Zoë says, as she flutters away into the crowd.
Buffy watches her go, and chuckles.
Sweet little pet, but dumb! She'd believe any fairy tale I spun for her!
Shaking her head, Buffy returns to scanning the crowd.
5
Buffy sighs. What a waste of a night.
She wanted something special for her ' welcome back' fuck, but it was the usual crowd of poseurs and vamp wannabes. Stupid costumes, insipid conversation, all talking about " The Lonely ones." God, what a bunch of freaks!
Buffy turns away, ready to leave when she sees her. She is dressed so normal, so out of place, that Buffy's attention is immediately caught. Add that to the nervous looks and pouting frown, and Buffy was enraptured. She found her prey. Circling like a moth to a flame, she moved towards her target.
Nikki Walker looks around the club, and her stomach clenches. " God, why'd I come here again?" She muttered to herself. " The place is full of freaks."
You came because Paula always comes here. You used to come here, remember?
Yeah, but I don't remember it being this freaky-deaky.
Maybe because you only had eyes for Paula, and didn't care where you were.
Yeah, and look how that worked out. The biotch dumped me!
She called you a plain Jane, and left you. Maybe, because you are?
I so am not! I came here, didn't I?
Yeah, and look how you're dressed. Like an office worker, for goodness sakes. Don't you ever take a chance?
I did. I came here, didn't I?
Yeah, looking for her.
Did not.
Did so!
Did…
Nikki almost jumps out of her skin when a hand touches her shoulder. She whirls around, and nearly spills her drink.
" Whoa up, girl. I won't bite you!" Buffy laughs at her. She winks. " Unless of course, you want me to."
Nikki just stares. She can't believe this… vision… is talking to her. With the so cute hair, and the eyes, and the lips.. and the oh god she's almost naked clothing! And gorgeous. God, so gorgeous. Ok, she's a little Goth, but god, she's so hot! Nikki smiles nervously, not trusting her voice.
" What's wrong, honey?" Buffy asks. She licks her lips sensuously, " Cat get your tongue?"
" N-No," Nikki finally manages. " I…I …"
Buffy smiles warmly at her, and rubs her shoulder. " Don't sweat it, love. I know, this place can be pretty freaky-deaky. What with all the 'atmosphere' and the costumes and hey, the generally full of themselves people?"
" Yeah, I guess, " Nikki agrees.
" So, this your first time?" Buffy loads up on the double entendre.
" No, I've been here before. Lots. I used to come with my girlfriend, Paula."
" Used to?"
" We broke up. She thought I was kinda… square."
" Really?" Buffy looks her up and down… twice." Her loss."
Nikki blushes prettily. God, she's flirting with me!
" So, " Buffy walks her fingers lightly down Nikki's spine, " See anything you want?"
Nikki begins to feel all tingly. She looks at Buffy with a touch of hunger in her eyes.
" Wanna dance?" Buffy asks, taking her hand.
" But… there's no music!"
" We'll make our own." Buffy smiles at her. She raises her fingers, and snaps them.
The DJ, recognizing her, puts on heavy driving, guitar heavy dance music.
" How'd you do that?" Nikki asks, amazed.
" Magic," Buffy winks.
They reach the dance floor, and Buffy immediately takes command. She takes Nikki's hand, and plops square on her ass, doing the same to Nikki. Her other hand grabs Nikki's free one, and they begin to dance across the floor. Buffy keeps eye contact with the girl, using her mouth and her breath to indicate her heat.
Nikki for her part feels like she's never felt before. God, Paula never paid attention to me like this! She feels Buffy's eyes undressing her, and she feels a deep blush rise up from her toes. Her whole body feels on fire, especially where Buffy has her hand on her ass. Her nipples are swelling in her bra, painfully so. And her sex is so beginning to get moist. God, this girl makes dancing more exciting than any fucking Paula ever gave me! Nikki almost feels like she could cum on the dance floor.
Buffy can see and smell Nikki's excitement, and she gets more aggressive. She moves in on Nikki, rubbing her body up against her. She hears Nikki gasp, and Buffy smiles. She slows down her wriggle, making it like she's caressing her through her dress. Nikki leans against her, laying her head on Buffy's shoulder. Buffy feels her hot breath on her neck. She's getting ready. Oh baby is she so ready!
Buffy twirls the girl around, and twirling herself, begins to rub her ass against Nikki's warm butt. She reaches back, grasping Nikki's hips and pulls her up against her. She feels Nikki respond by grabbing her hips. Buffy smiles when she hears the soft sigh Nikki breathes out.
" Having fun?" Buffy says over the music.
" Oh yesss, " Nikki responds.
Nikki can't believe how incredibly hot she feels. Buffy's body and touches are making her crazy. Her mouth feels dry, and she's constantly wetting her lips. She feels feverish, and the only thing she can think of is how wonderful Buffy's body feels rubbing hers.
The music stops, and Nikki lets out a moan of disappointment. She looks at Buffy, hoping she'll start it up again.
" Aw,7 don't be sad, honey, " Buffy pouts her lips at her, making Nikki shiver in delight. " I can think of other fun things we can do!"
Hooking her arm through Nikki's, she leads her off the floor. Nikki follows like a lost child.
Buffy weaves through the tables and loveseats, leading Nikki into a dark corner. She sits on the sofa, and pulls Nikki down on her lap.
" Now, I'd really, really like to k…."
Buffy is cut off when Nikki glues her mouth on hers. She opens her mouth, and feels Nikki's tongue invade.
Wow, I found me a little volcano. All ready to blow her cork!
Buffy sucks on her tongue, and strokes her thigh. She can feel Nikki squirming in her lap, and she's almost burned by the heat she's putting out. Buffy moves her hand up under Nikki's blouse, and gently squeezes her breast through her bra. Nikki moans audibly into her mouth. Buffy slides her tongue into Nikki's mouth, and feels the girl sucking it like a cock.
God, she's ready to explode! Buffy chuckles, feeling her own heat rising. She gently pushes Nikki away.
Nikki whimpers, wondering what she's done wrong. But her heart beats faster when she sees Buffy's wicked smile.
" Mmmm. This is nice, and if this is all you want, we can stay right here…" Buffy takes Nikki's hand, and surrounds her finger with her mouth, sucking it gently. She releases it. " … or, you could take me home." She puts her own finger to Nikki's mouth.
Nikki, in a sexual daze, opens her mouth and sucks in Buffy's finger. She swirls her tongue around it. When Buffy extracts it, her lips follow, trying to keep it.
" Oh god, please… I want you so much, " Nikki's voice is hoarse with passion.
" Then, take me home, lover, " Buffy says, taking Nikki's hand, and placing it on her breast. She uses her hand to squeeze Nikki's. " And unwrap me." Buffy says, throatily.
They get up, and Buffy gets a fresh whiff of Nikki's arousal. She feels her own sex begin to leak. God, I'm so fucking horny. I hope we can make it.
Weaving a little, both a little wobbly on their feet, the girls make their way to the exit.
6
Buffy and Nikki barely make it inside Nikki's door before Nikki is tearing at Buffy's clothing, trying to get her naked.
" Whoa… lover, hold up, " Buffy laughs, gently pushing her away. " I said unwrap, not tear the paper off. This stuff isn't cheap."
" I want you so much!" Nikki cries out. She's almost weaving in place, she's so hot.
" And I want you, lover doll. But we've got time, and it's so much nicer if we go a little slower."
Nikki whimpers, but complies. She grabs Buffy's hand, and starts leading her deeper into the house.
They enter the bedroom, and there's a huge four poster bed dominating the space. The whole room reflects Nikki's tastes: Lacy, feminine and soft. She leads Buffy to the bed, and looks at her, waiting instruction. Her whole body is shaking in desire.
But Buffy is nothing if not a tease. " I think you're way too eager to rip my clothes off, so I'll take care of that myself, thanks." Winking. She starts to move around the room, casually looking at things as she slowly disrobes. She turns back to look at Nikki, to see the effect she's having, and chuckles to herself when she sees Nikki had already lost her clothing, standing in just her bra and panties. Buffy keeps it up, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, and looking around. She notices a drawer half open, and dropping her blouse casually on the floor, investigates.
Inside is a collection of girl toys. Buffy smiles at the variety and quantity, realizing little Miss Innocent isn't quite as innocent as she puts on. But then she stops. She reaches in, and brings out a harness. On it is attached a rather long, penile shaped device. She grins.
"What's this?"
" That's my strap-on, " Nikki says, in an almost child like voice. " Paula used to like me to use it on her."
" On her, huh?" Buffy says, looking at Nikki, " but she never returned the favor?"
" N-No," Nikki stutters, imagining what's going through Buffy's mind. Oh, please, oh please! She begs every sex god she knows.
Buffy, smiling devilishly, unzips her leather mini, wriggling out of it. She lets it fall to her feet, and then flings it away with her foot.
Nikki gasps. Buffy is standing before her in stockings, sexy boots, a garter belt and thong. She feels her sex quiver in anticipation.
Buffy lifts the toy . She brings it to her mouth, and licks it along the length.
" Let's get wicked" Buffy leers at her.
Later, much later, Buffy slips quietly out of Nikki's bed. She wanders around quietly, collecting her clothing.
She smiles at the wild woman that she just had her way with. She remembers how Nikki screamed out her name as Buffy used her toy on her, then insisted on using it on Buffy, bringing her own screams. Then they found other ways to make themselves hot and happy. She fondly remembers Nikki's clever use of finger and tongue to bring her off, and how Nikki seemed to be fascinated by her perky little breasts. Nikki herself was hiding quite a nice set herself, and Buffy enjoyed mouthing, and tonguing them, and at Nikki's groaning acquiescence, biting them til they bled. Then she lapped the blood, and Nikki screamed as she came. Then Buffy taught her how to bring herself off without anything but her lover sex rubbing against her own. God, she'd loved that, Buffy leered, thinking how Nikki kept at it til she brought Buffy off a few more times.
Buffy sighed. But the night was fading, and morning coming. Time to go home, To be sweet little Buffy again.
To get her sweet Faith, to make her Buffy's bitch. Or her mistress. Whatever Faith wanted.
As long as she was hers.
And only hers.
Buffy slipped quietly out of the bedroom.
7
Buffy stumbles out of bed at 8 a.m. still exhausted from her nocturnal adventure. But she smiles; for now, the itch if not gone, is beaten back. She's in control again, and can handle whatever nonsense might come. Mmm…or cum.
Hopping in the shower, she praises the god of water for the warm spray that covers her. She closes her eyes, and lets the tiny little needles do their thing. Soaping up the loofah, she starts to cleanse her body of Nikki's sweet odors. Her hand moves lower, and she gasps at how sensitive she still is.
Her mind wanders, and it's no longer Nikki she's with, but Faith. Her hand, working on it's own, starts rubbing circles around her mound. She imagines Faith doing her, making her. Her breathing comes heavier as her excitement builds. She imagines Faith hot lips on her breasts, teasing and pleasing her. Suddenly she shudders violently, and has to lean against the wall not to fall. That orgasm hit her hard and fast, and she can barely think.
Stepping out of the shower, flushed, Buffy walks over to the sink and splashes cold water on her face. She carefully grooms herself, paying particular attention to her hair. Sated, and satisfied, she walks back to her room to dress.
Trotting down the stairs, Buffy stops midway. On the coffee table she sees a series of scrapbooks spread. Her mom is sitting on the sofa, facing away, looking at them.
Oh god, no! Buffy groans internally. Beat me, cut me, but god, no scrapbooks!
She turns and starts back up when Joyce voice freezes her.
" Hey, sleepyhead, wasn't sure if you were ever going to get up."
Buffy turns around, smile plastered on her face.
" Hi, mom!" She says, starting down stairs.
Joyce comes to her, looking worried. " God, Buffy, you look awful." She remembers their discussion last night. " Bad dreams?"
Buffy nods, frowning. " Lots of them. All night. Didn't get much sleep."
" Poor baby, " Joyce coos sympathetically. " Now, don't tear my head off, but don't you think it'd be a good idea to see a therapist about the dreams honey? I'm sure he or she could…"
" Right mom, I'm going to go to some shrink and tell him I'm dreaming of being a vampire? God, they'd throw me in the loony bin faster than the speed of light, and throw away the key!"
" Well, not just any therapist, honey. I'm sure Mr. Giles could find someone with …"
" No mom, they're just dreams. I'll get over them. No shrinks!"
" Ok, honey, " Joyce backs off, " I just thought…"
Buffy forces down her irritation. " It's ok, mom," She goes over and puts her hand on Joyce's arm. " I'm sorry, I know you're just thinking of me. If things don't get better soon, I'll think about it, ok?" She smiles brightly.
Joyce smiles. " Ok, honey. Hey, how about some breakfast. I can make you some waffles."
" No, that's ok, mom, Not real hungry. I'll just get some juice."
" Buffy, you're thin as a rail. You got to eat something. Breakfast is important."
" Thank you, Dr. Summers, " Buffy teases her. " Ok, I'll fix some cereal or something. Satisfied?"
" Thanks, honey." Joyce pinches her, " It's just that you're so skinny!"
"Mom!" Buffy blushes, embarrassed.
Buffy head for the kitchen, as Joyce returns to the sofa.
" So, mom, what's the big talk gonna be about today?" Buffy calls out from the kitchen.
She is fervently hoping that if she talks, she can avoid the scrapbook-a-palooza. Her hopes are soon dashed, however.
" Well, not a big talk so much, as maybe we'd chat, and look over old scrapbooks."
" Aw, mom, " Buffy groans, letting her displeasure be clear.
" Honey, you know what Mr. Giles said. It's important we stimulate your old memories, so you can try to remember the … bad time. You can't really deal until you face it, honey."
"I just don't see how this is going to help, mom." Buffy complained as she carried in a bowl of cereal. She sat down opposite her mom in one of the chairs." You guys already told me what I did; what I was. How is remembering it going to make it better?"
" Buffy, you can know something in your head, but until you get it in your heart, you can't begin to feel the impact of it," Joyce says quietly," and until then, until you feel it, and feel the remorse for it, you can't move on."
" I already feel bad, mom. I feel horrible knowing what I've done."
" I'm not saying your not, honey. But you're not going to be able to put it in perspective, realize that you're not at fault, until you remember who you are, where you came from. What you believe in. Right now it's not real to you. You know it, but it's not real. Until it's real, and then you get past it, you're going to be stuck hiding," Joyce pauses, " I think these horrible dreams you're having is your subconscious mind trying to deal with it."
" Ok mom, " Buffy says wearily, " if this is what you want to do, let's do it."
" Buffy, you can't go in with that attitude, or we're wasting our time here. You have to have an open mind about it."
" Ok, ok. I've opened all the doors and windows, pulled back the blinds and shades. This is as open as it gets," Buffy says.
They spent the next hour going over old photographs, talking about their days in L.A. and the first days in Sunnydale. They laughed, cried, teased each other, made rude comments; in short, they communicated like they hadn't in a long time. Buffy made faces whenever mom would bring out a particularly embarrassing picture of her and start cooing over it, remembering what led to that photographic catastrophe. Buffy made fun of Mom's 70's clothing and Farrah hair, and they both cried over pictures of Dawn. It was the closest, the most honest, they'd been in months. Years.
Buffy got suspicious, however, towards the end. Pictures of Ford, a.k.a Billy Fordham, mysteriously kept popping into the discussion. Ford and Buffy at their first cotillion together. All the pictures of the summer Ford spent with them in Carmel. The pictures of their school play together, where Ford was the romantic male lead, and Buffy had a bit part. The pictures of Ford taking Buffy to the Fiesta Dance. Buffy finally busted her mom on it.
" Ok, mom. Don't get me wrong. I love Ford, even if I haven't seen him in like, forever, but what's the 411 here? Why are we having the Ford show?"
"Well Buffy, Billy was a big part of your life then. He was your best friend."
" No mom, Amy Tanner was my bestest bud. Also Melissa Wilson. Ford just kind of hung around with us. Ok, ok, I had that big 5th grade crush on him, and he did spend that summer with us. But he wasn't like that big of a deal. And that's way ancient history, to boot. For all I know, he's married, has a pot belly and watches football for fun."
" Buffy, he's one year older than you. Hardly likely he has a potbelly quite yet. Unless, " Joyce deadpans, " are your boobs beginning to sag honey?"
"MOM!" Buffy turns red. "That's…."
But Joyce is laughing merrily, and Buffy catches it, and starts laughing too. They're laughing so hard the almost don't hear the front doorbell.
"Mom, door, mom, " Buffy waves at the door, giggling.
" Why don't you get it, daughter o' mine?" Joyce laughs.
" Because, you're closer. And I look like poop!"
" Don't be silly, you look great."
" Mom, the door!"
" Ok, ok, but I've raised a spoiled, lazy child. I hope your happy making your mom answer the door red-faced."
" Why mom? Is it your secret boyfriend, and you want to primp a little before he sees you?" Buffy teases her.
" Grrrr," Joyce says, but she walks to the door to answer it.
" Maybe it's Ed McMahon with your million dollar check. Did you think of that, Mom?" Buffy calls out after her.
Joyce waves her off as she reaches the front door. She opens it, already knowing who it is.
" Sorry, Mrs. Summers. I don't have a million dollars for you. Would you accept," Billy Fordham digs in his pockets and brings out 3 quarters." Ummm… 75 cents and a promissory note?"
Joyce laughs. " Billy! Billy Fordham. What a surprise!"
Buffy is out of her seat, running for the stairs. " What is this? Some kind of game?" She growls as she heads upstairs.
" Buffy? Buffy! BUFFY ANNE SUMMERS, YOU STOP IN YOUR TRACKS IMMEDIATELY!"
Buffy stops cold. She's facing away, which is just as well, because if looks could kill, there'd be two very dead people in the entry hall at the moment.
" What the hell are you pulling?" Buffy says, angrily from the stairs, "What is this?"
" Oh chill out, Summers, " Ford says, walking toward the staircase, "not the first time I've seen you in sweats and having a really bad hair day!"
Buffy turns on the stairs, her face red with anger. " What the hell kind of crap are you pulling, MOTHER?" Buffy's jaw is tight with tension. " isn't it just the most AMAZING coincidence after spending the last hour having the " This is your life" Show starring one William Fordham, who shows up at the door, but said same William?"
" Buffy Summers. You get yourself down those stairs, and stop acting like a child," Joyce says. She turns to Ford. " I'm so sorry, Billy. I don't know what's gotten into my daughter!"
" Hey, Mrs. Summers, it's ok. Maybe this was just a bad time to stop by. Maybe…"
" No, you wait right there, Ford, " Buffy leaps from the middle steps down onto the floor. " So, just stop by? You just happened to be in the neighborhood. So, where did you just ' drop by' from? L.A? Maybe San Francisco? New York? Cleveland? How 'bout Philadelphia? Huh? You just happened to be in the neighborhood?"
" Actually, Summers, kind of. I live over in the Crestwood Apartments oh… how far would you say it is, Mrs. Summers? 3 blocks, 4 blocks over?"
" Something like that, Billy, " Joyce agrees.
"WHAT?" Buffy stands opened mouthed. " Here? You live here? In Sunnydale?"
" Uh… yeah?" Ford replies, as if he's not entirely sure.
" Since, when? You've been here how long, and haven't looked me up?" Buffy's fury has transferred from mom to Billy… for the moment.
" Er… ' bout a week, maybe? I got a job as a press officer over at City Hall, and I moved here a week ago. I ran into your mom about two days ago at the Albertson's. We both nearly fainted, cuz I didn't know you all were living here, and here's someone from my past. I asked about you, and your mom said you still lived here, and had been sick… so, I asked if I could drop by, catch up… maybe not such a good idea, now that I think about it."
" Oh, " Buffy stand, silent and reddening again, this time from embarrassment. " Ok, color me stupid." She looks at her mom, who signals no she didn't tell him what she was sick with. " guess, well…ok, ummm… oh ,dear. … YES! COMING" Buffy bolts up the stairs.
Ford turns to Joyce, and starts to laugh. " She still does that, huh?"
Joyce nods, " Yes, every time she makes a fool out of herself. Could you wait here while I go retrieve my missing daughter?"
" Sure," Ford smiles.
Joyce goes up the stairs, leaving Ford to fend for himself.
Billy Fordham is not what you'd call a stunningly handsome fellow. He stands about 5'10", is on the lean and wiry side, not at all what you'd call muscular. His ears are slightly too large, and his nose is …well, just a little sharp. But he has a pleasant face, and when he smiles, it's just like the sun rose.
After a few minutes, Joyce returns with a somewhat chastened, though primped, Buffy in tow.
" Hey, Ford, " Buffy says quietly, " nice to see you again."
" Hey, back at you, Summers."
Suddenly a huge smile breaks out on Buffy's face, and she runs downstairs, nearly knocking over Ford when she jumps into his arms, giving him a massive hug.
" You big goof!" Buffy kisses him on the cheek, " Why didn't you tell me you were here?"
Ford laughs, and sets her down on her feet. " Well, you dope, I didn't even know you lived here, until I saw your mom, and she said you'd been sick, and I went oh- oh. I imagined you looking like a holocaust survivor with a bald head and all dark eyed and tragic. Wasn't sure I was ready for that."
" MOTHER!" Buffy cries to Joyce, "What did you tell him I had? Terminal brattiness?"
"Well, that's for sure, " Joyce and Ford say at the same time. They look at each other, and laugh.
" You two, with all your plots and schemes, I swear, " Buffy growls playfully. She grabs Ford hand, and with some effort drags him to the sofa. " So, what's the 411 Ford? Did you graduate from Hemery? Well, yes I guess you did, but did you go to college? Press officer? That means you write? Or just tell lies to the press? Are you married? Have kids? She better damned well be cute if she replaced me in your affections. Are you rich?" Buffy peppers poor Ford with a thousand questions.
" Geeze. Buff. I just got here, " Ford puts up his hands in surrender. " Let me see. Yes, Yes. Yes. Sort of. No. No. Would I be in Sunnydale if I were?"
Buffy's brow furrows. " No way, Buster. You don't get off that light. I want details… the more lurid, the better!"
"What do you want me to say, Summers? I graduated from Hemery, went to USC for awhile. As an engineering major. Hated it, dropped out for awhile and bummed around. Went back to UCLA, got a degree in journalism. Been on a few different rags, but no big papers. I think you have to wait for someone to die to get on like the L.A. Times or The Washington Post. Bummed around some more, saw an ad in the Sunnydale Times for a Press officer at City Hall, applied, got it. And well, here I am."
" Ok, ok but I want the important stuff. You know, girlfriends, wife, kids, divorce, what's the real sitch here, Ford? I seem to remember the girls flocked around you at Hemery."
" All except you, Summers. You wouldn't give me the time of day."
" Hey, buster! You had your chance. You rejected me, remember? I had the hugest crush on you in Fifth grade. I nearly wore out the Divinyls' " I touch myself" over you, you cad!"
" Well, I was a manly 6th grader, Summers. I couldn't be bothered with a younger woman!" He thinks about what Buffy said, and gets a wicked grin on his face. " Nice image, Summers, thanks".
" You're terrible!" Buffy hits him. " Now spill it, and I want details."
" Really, Summers, not a whole lot to tell. I mean, sure, I had girlfriends. Wasn't living like a monk. But no one memorable… well, except you… who could forget you, and live, huh? But I mean, none I wanted to settle down with. And kids? Hope not, none that I know about, anyway. So, that's it, my romantic life in a nutshell."
" Pathetic, Ford. In a word, sad." Buffy grins ruefully, " of course, I should talk. I've had exactly 2 serious boyfriendly relationships since I knew you, and they crashed and burned. They left me. Moved out of town, literally." Buffy grins. " Well, one is back."
" Oh? Serious? A rekindling of the old sparkage, Summers?"
" Huh? No way. Trust me, we don't want to get into sparkage there. It ended… really badly. Just say he heard I got sick, and came up to visit."
" Sounds like a nice enough guy."
" Oh yeah, he's a good enough guy. I think he has boundaries issues, but otherwise a sweetheart."
" Buffy, now that's not fair. Angel was just … looking out for you."
" Uh-huh, mom, got it. By lurking in the background being all broody and stuff."
" Is he like a stalker?" Ford asks. " Should I get all manly and tell him to get lost?" He grins.
" Would you?"
" Buffy!" Joyce chides her.
" Ok, ok, only kidding mom. No, he's ok, Ford. Really."
" Ok, but if you need me, I'll get out my wimpy muscles and take him on, no problem, Summers."
" I dunno, Ford," Buffy feels his arm, " you feel like you've been working out."
" Goodness, where are my manners," Joyce says, standing up. " You've been here all this time, and I haven't offered you anything to drink. Can I get you something, Billy?" She makes a little face. " I'm sorry, but with my dear daughter's antics, it just slipped my mind!"
" MOM!" Buffy protests.
" Water would be great, Mrs. Summers."
" And you, my dear but slightly crazy daughter?"
" Geeze, if you're going to be that way, I'll just leave now!" Buffy pouts.
" C'mon, Summers. Lighten up. You did get kind of radical there."
" Well, I was a mess, and my mother didn't tell me we were having company!"
"Geeze, when have I been company? I thought we were pals."
" Ok, pals. Pals with a measure of cutesomeness." Buffy touches her hair.
" You look great, Summers, and you know it!"
" Yes, and a girl loves it hear it often , with feeling." Buffy smiles.
" Buffy? Did you want anything?"
" Water, mom, please."
" Ok be back," Joyce walks towards the kitchen.
Buffy watches her go, nodding her head sagely. " I think she's doing the not so subtle give the kids some time alone thing moms do."
"Well, you got a pretty cool mom, Buff, " Ford says.
" Yeah, everyone tells me that, " Buffy smiles, " Guess it's gotta be true."
" You guys having some problems?"
" No, nothing like that. Just the normal mother daughter makes each other crazy stuff."
" Well, enjoy it while you can, Summers. They kind of die you know, " Ford looks a little sad.
Buffy gets it. " Oh, Ford. You're mom? When?"
" ' Bout five years ago, Buff. She had a brain tumor. They thought they got it all, but I guess they didn't … she died suddenly."
" Oh honey," Buffy hugs him.
" It's ok, Summers. It was awhile ago. I'm over it now, " Ford smiles, " of course, if you want to go on hugging me, I won't object."
" Did I mention you're terrible!" Buffy says, but she lingers in the hug, finally letting him go. " How'd your dad take it?"
" Oh, how would he? He was broken up. But he met someone a year ago, and they're happy now. Remarried, moved to Florida."
" Well, that's cool."
" Yeah," Ford nods, " I'm jazzed he's happy again."
" Jazzed? Ford, retro, you know?"
"Geeze. Summers. We can't all butcher English like you do."
" Ha, ha, real to the funny, guy."
" See what I mean?"
She hits him.
" You hit all your friends? Or just the guys?"
Buffy gives him a dirty look.
"MOM? How's that water coming?" Buffy calls out, " Ford has brain fever!"
"Coming, honey. Just waiting for it to be delivered from the Alps, dear."
" Ha, ha funny mom. You and Ford should go on the road!"
Joyce walks in, carrying two bottles of water, and a big plate of cookies.
" Here you go, guys. Sorry, hope you don't mind, but dear old mom has to earn a living so her lazy daughter can eat. I've got to go into the gallery, we have a big shipment due today."
" I'm sorry to hear that, Mrs. Summers." Ford stands up, " Was hoping we could catch up some more."
" Oh, you don't have to leave, Billy. My daughter, you know, the one who never goes out these days, could use the company, I think. I mean, it's not like she's going out or anything."
" Gee, mom, real subtle. Hope you got the deposit back on that steamroller."
" Well, it was good seeing you again. Mrs. Summers," Ford puts out his hand.
" You too, Billy. Nice to see someone with manners, and who is really sort of cute, if my daughter would open her eyes, come around."
" Mom, you make nagging a fine art."
" I try, honey, I try, " Joyce says, " Nice seeing you again, Billy. Bye now."
" Bye Mom, don't run over any potholes on your way to returning that steamroller."
" Goodbye, sweet daughter o' mine, " Joyce walks to the front door, and exits.
"Sorry about that, Ford. We're going to have my mom committed next week."
" I heard that, Buffy!" Joyce yells through the door.
" GO TO WORK, MOM!" Buffy yells back. She rolls her eyes.
"Actually, Buff, I'm kind of glad I've got you alone."
" Oh really, Billy Fordham?" Buffy bats her eyelashes, "Are you coming on to me, sir?"
" Get serious, Summers, " Ford teases her. " Actually, I'm dying to ask you something."
" Well, ok. But it's been ages since I've played doctor, but I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
" Tempting as that is, I really have something to ask you."
" Ok, but your loss. Mine is shaved…"
" SUMMERS!"
" Ok, ok, geeze, Ford. When did you get to be a stick?"
" Seems around the time you became a slut, " Ford says.
"Ok, watch it buster, or I'll beat you up!"
" Actually, that's kind of what I want to ask you."
" Oh? Gee, didn't know you were into being a sub. But I bet you're cute as hell in a dog collar."
"No, Summers. I wanted to ask if you're… well, if your still into like… you know… do you still have a stake in it?"
" Stake in what?"
" you know…." Billy makes a fist and pumps his arm.
" GEEZE, FORD! Talk about dirty… but… hey, if that's what you want…" Buffy grins.
He looks at her with a strange expression, then gets it and blushes. Seeing a pencil on the table, he grabs it and does the same thing.
" Huh?" Buffy pretends ignorance. " Ok, from the dirty to the crazy."
" I know your secret, Summers."
" Ford! You promised you'd never tell how I won that ninth grade beauty pageant!"
" Ok, now you're beginning to bug me. I know about you Summers. That you're a slayer."
" Huh?" Buffy keeps up the act. " I'm so not part of a never was metal punk band."
" Ok, Summers. You can play dumb all you want, but I've known since the famous gym fire at Hemery that you're the Vampire Slayer."
Buffy looks at him intently. " Really? You know?" She is suspicious. "how?"
" I saw you actually slay some vamps once. Ok, I was hiding, but I saw what I saw."
" Wow, that's… wow, " Buffy is a little taken aback.
" Further, Buffy. I blame you for dropping out of engineer and becoming a writer."
" Like… huh?"
" Because of you, my slightly blond pom-pom waving turned vampire slayer girl, I got really interested in the whole demonology thing. I wanted to know more about you, what it was you were doing and all. The more I dug, the more fascinated I became. It's been kind of like my hobby since high school. Learning about slayers and vampires and all varieties of weirdness."
" Oh, so I'm like weird now. Well, thanks, " Buffy pouts prettily.
" Hardly. But the stuff you do? The things you face? That's weird. So, anyway, I got the idea that I wanted to write about it. About you and your dealings with the weird, and all that. So, I finally devoted my free time to becoming a better writer, and changed majors, and the whole nine yards. And it was because of you, Buffy."
" Wow… thanks. I think."
" So when I heard there was an opening for a press officer in the City of Sunnydale, I jumped on it. I mean, how many times do you get to live on an actual Hellmouth."
" Well, according to Giles, there's another one in Cleveland."
" Really? Giles… would that be Rupert Giles?"
" Yeah? So?"
" You know him? Man, I'd love to meet him. He's like an expert on the subject."
" Know him? God , I hope so, He's my watcher. Well, was anyway."
" Watcher? As in Watcher's council? I thought they were a myth."
" Oh, you believe in slayers, but the council is a myth?" Buffy's amused.
" Well, I actually saw a slayer in action. But the council? Really shadowy organization. Not much on them except rumors, really."
" Yes, well, I'll intro you one of these days. You can bore each other silly."
" Hey!" Ford protests. " Hey. You said was. He's not your watcher anymore?"
" No… don't have one or need one. Lost my powers. Just a girl now."
" I kind of doubt that."
" Oh, really? Well, I'll take you upstairs and prove it if you like,' Buffy teases him.
" I mean, about being ' just a girl'. I mean, I can see you're a girl, Buffy. Not blind."
" I was kinda wondering there, guy."
" You're a terrible flirt, you know that, right?"
" Maybe, but I'm pretty good in bed."
" Geeze, Buffy. You've got sex on the brain."
" You're not like… gay, are you?"
" No!"
" Ok, just wondering…"
" Why're you coming on to me. Not that I'm not liking it, but it's…weird."
" God, not you too!" Buffy moves away from him.
" Whoa, Summers. Wait, I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm really sorry."
" Oh, just go away , Ford. I'm sick to death of everyone being weirded out by me."
" Buffy, I'm sorry. I … I wasn't trying to be mean, it's just that it's all kind of taking me by surprise. I mean, we haven't seen each other in nearly 7 years, and all of a sudden you're trying to get my pants off. You gotta admit it's a bit on the …well, unusual side."
" God, is it so terrible to want a little touch? I mean, I'm kind of alone, and feeling like everyone is so not liking me, and you're cute, and we're healthy and all, and hey… oh, just forget it, ok?"
" Buffy, what is it? What's wrong?"
" Nothing. I just… oh, nothing!" Buffy turns away.
Ford moves over, and gently takes Buffy in his arms. She pushes him away, but he persists.
" Buff, c'mon, look at me. Look at me, " he waits. Finally Buffy looks at him. " believe me when I say, I'm totally attracted to you, and it has nothing to do with weirdness. I'm going to confess something to you, and I hope you'll keep this amongst us."
" Ok," Buffy says, quietly.
" I kind of lied to your mom. A big reason I came here was to see you. I really missed you, Summers, in ways I don't like to admit. I know I spurned you in 6th grade, but in the ninth, I had major crushing on you."
" You never said a word!"
" Well, you were like a cheerleader, and always with the jocks, so I kinda figured a guy like me didn't stand a chance with you."
" You dummy, " Buffy hits his arm. " God, moron. There were definitely boy friendly feelings when It came to you. All you had to say was boo, and I probably woulda swooned."
" Ok, then you're right, I'm a major dope. But when I learned about you, and what you were, it got me fascinated in you in whole new ways. And all these years? Been working up the nerve to look you up again. Hoping maybe…"
Buffy interrupts him with a tiny kiss on the lips.
" Oh, " He says, a little surprised. " So, maybe?"
" Well, maybe, " Buffy says, coquettishly. " But you're gonna have to do the boy friendly thing now."
" Huh?"
" Well, date me, stupid."
" Oh… oh!" Ford smiles. " So, wanna go out then?"
" Gee, I don't know…" Buffy plays coy. " Ok, when?" enough with the coy.
" I dunno… you busy tonight?"
" Gee… Let me think. Well, if I move that around, and I change that to Thursday… Ok, tonight works for me." She smiles at him.
" Really?"
" No you dope. Come back next year and ask me. Of course, really!"
" Ok, ummm… so I pick you up around sevenish?"
" Yeah, that'll work."
" Uh… good, then," Ford stands up, " I better go, let you get ready."
"Ford, it's like 11 am. 7 is like 8 hours away."
" Yeah, well, you're a girl. That might not be enough time. Make it 8?" He teases.
"Grrr." Buffy hits him, yet again.
" And again, she hits me!" Ford complains, not at all.
" You know, Ford. It IS 8 hours away. I mean, you don't HAVE to rush off. I'm pretty sure we could find something to do…" Buffy glances upstairs.
" Thanks, Buffy. But a tip? Let the guy woo you a bit? Wine you, dine you, get you drunk, and then take advantage? We kind of like to pursue, you know."
" Ok, if that's how you wanna play it, " Buffy says. She comes over, and pulls on his lapels, giving him a much warmer kiss than before. " But I'm telling you. Once I get you in bed, you're gonna be kicking yourself for not taking me up on the offer!"
" Maybe, but I'm patient."
" Don't be too patient, honey. A girl likes to know she's getting you interested."
" Ok, ok. Summers. Enough, ok?" Ford laughs. " See you at 7."
" You bet. With bells on."
" Never did understand what that means. With bells on. Exactly where would those bells be?"
" Hmmm… well, you're just gonna have to find out, aren't you?" Buffy giggles. " Now scoot. I mean, I only have 8 hours to get ready!"
" Bye. Summers, you slut."
" Bye, Ford, you stick!"
Buffy watches him leave, and she sits on the couch. Her eyes narrow, and she smiles to herself.
This is too good. Too good. This could work out just nicely.
She stands, and walks towards the stairs. She feels a need to visit her ' special ' place.
Her lover's waiting for her.
With bells on.
To be continued.