Pairing: Clark Kent/Buffy Summers
Warnings/Triggers:Torture, Violence, Mention's of Major Character Death, Bad Language, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut
Summary: Takes place during Man of Steel. When Buffy discovers the U.S Military trying to keep quiet about an object buried in a twenty thousand year old glacier, she immediately thinks the worst. However, when a surprise visit to the Canadian Arctic puts her in the path of a mysterious stranger her whole world is changed forever.
Authors Notes: Hey all! Thank you so much for all the amazing reviews, you guys have been incredible, seriously. Now just for that we are about to embark on the romance portion of this fic, until the proverbial shit hits the fan so to speak. Anyway I hope you all enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Massive thanks to Hipkarma for being such an amazing beta! Oh and don't be fooled by the mood board, there is actually no sex in the Champaign Room. Okay I think I just dated myself. Please leave a review, I'm really excited to hear what you all think.
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Chapter Five
They had been back at the school about an hour now, the first forty-five minutes spent explaining to Faith and Gunn who and what Clark was. All in all, they'd taken it pretty well once they got past their utter disbelief and accusations of both Clark and Buffy trying to mess with them. Clark had told them pretty much what he had learned on the ship. That his planet was dying and his parents sent him to this world not only to save him, but to help the people of Earth not make the same mistakes the Kryptonian people made. Which of course led to him having to explain what the mistakes were, and even further explanation of what artificial population control was. Buffy had brought up the Matrix and A Brave New World which had the others grimacing at the visual. Clark had explained how he was the first natural birth on the planet in centuries because his parents believed that their people had lost something precious in taking away the option of free choice.
He then explained how the Earth's sun is a more powerful source of radiation than on his home world and because of that he was pretty much invincible with the exception of anything mystical, of course. Gunn seemed to immediately understand and mentioned how on Pylea Angel could walk in the sun. Buffy wasn't sure it was as cut and dry as that considering it was interdimensional and not planetary, but then again, she wasn't exactly a philosopher nor a scientist so she could very well be wrong.
They had all eventually called it a night, and now Buffy and Clark were in her room. He was currently in the shower. Buffy having already taken one before they left for Lorne's earlier that evening. She used the time to use the bathroom down the hall and change into a white camisole and her favorite blue pajama bottoms after she had scrubbed the small amount of makeup she had on, off her face. She then stopped by the linen closet on the way back to her room grabbing a sheet and blanket before proceeding to make up the couch for Clark. She just had to keep herself busy and her mind off the man currently naked in her bathroom. 'God, what is wrong with me.'
She heard the water shut off and she stared at the bathroom door. Lorne's words from earlier running through her head.
"He's what you've been searching for." Lorne said matter-of-factly. "It's why you were so drawn to Angel and Spike. Your Slayer has been searching for a suitable mate since the day you were called. She's always known you would be different from the rest. I suspect the Powers knew as well and that's why you were hidden from the Council."
"I... I don't understand?" She said in confusion.
Lorne nodded. "The Powers knew you were the one who would change everything. They knew that it would be you who activated all the Slayers and tipped the power balance between good and evil." He sighed, "Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and I think we both aren't stupid enough to believe that the Awakening spell Willow used to call all the Slayers didn't have any consequences. Fewer and fewer girls are being called every year. It's only a matter of time before there's not a new generation of Slayers at all. And what happens when all of the girls finally die, whether it be some demon or old age? Are you supposed to toe the line until you finally do snap mentally and go insane?"
Tears filled her eyes. He was right. They all noticed the extreme decline in Slayers being called over the past few years. It had worried all of them to the point of sleepless nights researching for a solution that they still hadn't been able to find.
"I… I don't know," she whispered.
"I see something in your future that even you would have never imagined and I'm honestly not sure I should tell you what it is." He admitted.
"What...why...is it...is it that bad?" She asked, imagining slowly losing her mind until who and what she was is unrecognizable.
"No, it's actually not bad at all." He said, giving her a soft smile. "It's a good thing. I see the Slayer line continuing, the how and why of that is the part that I feel would be better left for discussion at a later time. I can also say that I know why Willow and Wes have been trying so hard to find Clark and put him in your path." He answered.
"Why?" she asked.
"Well, they aren't up to anything nefarious if that's what you're thinking." He said, "Clark had two very different futures and I suspect the prophecy mentions both. One I'm not going to tell you about because as far as I can tell it won't happen. The other however, has a happy ending for you both. It won't be easy for either of you. Something's coming Buffy, something he's going to have to face that he's not ready for."
"What...what is it?" She whispered
"I'm not going to tell you, but you will need all hands-on deck when it happens." He answered cryptically.
"Lorne." Buffy warned, she hated when he did stuff like this. She got why he did it. She really did, but it was more than annoying.
"No Sunshine." He said firmly. "I'm not telling you. You can't stop it from happening even if you wanted to." He nodded. "He needs training in hand-to-hand combat, as much as you can give him."
She frowned. "I don't like this, Lorne."
"I would think something was wrong if you did." He answered.
She huffed in annoyance. "Anything else?"
"Yeah," he said. "He's your soulmate, your destiny."
Buffy blinked in surprise and then frowned in confusion. That couldn't be right. "But I thought–"
"That Angel was." Lorne finished for her, "No, Princess. Angel was never your soulmate. The closest thing you ever had to a soulmate was Spike, and that's only because your Slayer found an equal in him in the most primal sense."
"But then why did I–"
"Because you were young. First love always hurts the worst, especially when it's over." He sighed. "You have this incredible capacity for love Buffy, and a need for it that is just as great. I think maybe your soul has been searching for Clark this whole time. That on some level it knew he was special, just like you. Angel was the substitute, but he was never the real thing."
She sighed looking at her lap. Her hands fidgeting with each other. That was a bit of a revelation for her. She always assumed because of how drawn to each other they had been and the fact that Whistler had sent him to her that they were somehow destined. Then she remembered Whistler's words from so long ago. He said they weren't supposed to fall in love. She blinked in surprise. Whistler had been angry at her for sleeping with Angel. Her stomach dropped.
I mean she knew now, but maybe there was still some small part of her that believed she had killed her soulmate. God, she really was that pathetic. Why had they ever convinced themselves they were somehow this destined couple? It would have saved them so much frustration and heartache if they had just realized the truth.
"Is there anything else?" She whispered, her self-loathing making her want to end this conversation as quickly as possible.
"One more thing." He said seriously. "I know you've been harboring a death wish for quite a few years now. That's gonna need to stop, and I mean today." She opened her mouth to argue and he held up his hand. "I don't want to know what would happen to Clark if something happened to you. So, you promise me, right here and now that no matter what happens you will fight for your life as if the world depends on it."
Her eyes widened in surprise at his vehemence. It wasn't every day that the kind hearted demon demanded something from her, and even less did he speak to her like that. He wasn't necessarily wrong either. She had wanted to die for quite some time now. It's one of the reasons she often took so many unnecessary risks. Just hoping that her final oblivion would actually be that. She didn't want to promise him something that she wasn't actually sure she could help, but she would try. For Lorne, who had been there for her in some of her darkest moments and for Clark, because the guy needed her and she wouldn't bring him into this world just to throw him to wolves by dying on him.
She nodded, "Okay…" She assured, "Okay, I promise."
The bathroom door suddenly swung open breaking her out of her memory. Her eyes widened as they stared at one of the most beautifully sculpted chests she'd ever seen. She'd honestly never realized chest hair could look so appealing on anyone until that moment. Her eyes traveled from where he wore a pair of grey sweats that hung low on his hips showing off those beautiful creases that disappeared below the elastic band, up his abdomen and the tight muscle there, to his pecs. Her mouth went dry and she licked her lips. 'God, I'm in so much trouble.'
When she met his eyes, they were still slightly glassy from their alcohol consumption tonight and seemed to be giving her the same kind of perusal she gave him. He swallowed visibly as they lingered on her chest, slowly moving over her tank top to her blue pajama bottoms where the material was hugging her thighs. When he noticed her watching him his cheeks went pink and he quickly averted his eyes, clearing his throat.
"So, umm...I had fun tonight." He said, moving to sit on the couch, but stopping short when he noticed the sheet tucked around it and a neatly folded blanket and pillow in the corner, so he sat on the armrest instead.
"Me too," she admitted, adjusting her pillows on the bed so she was sitting up more comfortably.
She watched him look around her room. His eyes landing on the few pictures she had on her dresser. He got up and picked up the one with her, Dawn, Abigail and Joyce. It was taken last year during Joyce's second birthday party. Xander had taken the picture while she'd been cuddling with Abby as Joyce said something that had both her and Dawn laughing.
Clark smiled softly at the photo, his eyes roaming over the picture. "Who's this." He asked.
"Me and my little sister with my two nieces," She answered smiling.
"I didn't realize you had a sister." He said surprised. "She wasn't mentioned in the book. Though, I didn't read all of it."
"No," Buffy agreed, "She wouldn't be." She sighed. "After she and Xander had the kids, they decided to be less involved with the Slaying gig. She used to be a Watcher, but now she's a curator at the Metropolis Museum of Natural History and Xander owns his own contracting company. It's one of the many reasons she's not mentioned in the book. The other being the less people who know about her true origin the better."
Clark frowned, looking back at the picture and sitting on the end of the bed. "What do you mean."
Buffy sighed again. "It's a really long story, but the gist of it is Dawn was created as my sister, but she wasn't always." Clark's frown deepened, so she elaborated. "She's a key. Her blood is capable of opening all dimensions. A Hell God was after her the year I died. Some monks changed her form, made her human, and sent her to me with all the memories of a life we never actually had together."
He looked at her a long time, his eyes roving over her face as a sudden realization seemed to dawn in them. "You died for her," he finally whispered.
Tears began to fill her eyes at his words and that's when she realized how intoxicated she still was, because she was never this emotional unless she was drunk. It's one of the many reasons she hadn't become an alcoholic by now. No one likes a sad drunk. So, she always kept her drinking as minimal as possible. Though there were those few occasions when she was alone, she would toast off half a fifth and cry her eyes out.
"Yes," she admitted, quickly wiping her eyes.
"What happened?" He asked quietly.
She shook her head, sitting up straighter, and hugging her knees to her chest. "I was too late." She whispered. "Glory got a hold of Dawn and by the time I got to her she was already bleeding and the world was falling apart."
She swallowed the lump in her throat as the memories came flooding back. She felt the bed dip and suddenly she was being pulled against a warm chest as strong arms wrapped around her. She couldn't hold back the tears then.
"Giles told me, I would have to kill her if we were too late, but I... I couldn't." She said emotion clogging her voice. "We had a big fight. I told him that if she died, I was done. I was quitting, even if the world went to hell, I wouldn't do it."
She felt his hand run along her back as she sniffled, her fingers absent mindedly coming up to gently run along the strong corded muscle of his chest the soft hair tickling her palm. She sighed, "There was so much bad that year. A Hell God after my sister, Riley basically cheating and then leaving me because I wasn't emotionally available enough for him, Spike was swearing up and down that he loved me and confusing the hell out of me, and my mom had a tumor and ended up passing away from an aneurysm." She sniffled again. "And... he...he wanted me to kill the only family I had left. I was so angry with him. How could he possibly ask me to do that?"
His arms tightened around her and he sighed. "I'm so sorry, Buffy."
"It's okay." She whispered. "Anyway, we were on this rickety tower and as I said before when I got to Dawn, she was already bleeding. There was this massive energy rift that was opening dimensions left and right. Dawn tried to run past me. She was gonna jump and try and stop it, but I couldn't let her do that." She shook her head. "Maybe I was selfish, but I knew if she died, I would lose myself. I would just completely shatter." She sighed, "I realized then what I needed to do. Dawn…She was made from me; she had my blood. Summers' blood. I had gone on a kinda vision quest not long before that and it told me that I'm full of love and death is my gift. It all made sense then. Death was my gift to her." She bit her lip hoping the pain would stop the quivering in her voice. "I told her I loved her, I told her to take care of my friends, I told her to live for me, I kissed her, and then I jumped."
His arms tightened even more around her as if the visual was causing him pain. She felt him shake his head before he finally said, "I don't like the thought of you dying."
"I used to covet it," She admitted, finally looking up at him. "Coming back was so hard and then when I found out I was immortal it really screwed me up." She sighed, "I've gotten better over the years but there are some days when dying sounds better than going on."
He looked at her sadly, his hand coming up to run through her hair. "Why?" He asked quietly.
"Because I was in heaven Clark, and now I can never go back." She said softly, tears once again filling her eyes.
He sucked in a breath of surprise, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. "Heaven," he whispered. "It's…it's real?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"And God?" He asked.
Buffy shook her head. "I don't know. I know of gods that do exist, but the one in the bible," she shook her head again, "I have no idea."
He sighed, his thumb running along her cheek, before he pulled her back in close and hugged her, planting a kiss on top of her head. "I'm so sorry Buffy," he said again.
She laid her head on his chest, wrapped her arms around him and they stayed like that a long time. His warmth surrounded her and she could hear the steady cadence of his heartbeat, the sound eased her mind. She realized she'd never felt this comfortable around anyone before, not even Spike had made her feel this much at ease to just be herself.
She pulled back and met his blue eyes, "I don't think I've ever been this open with anyone before. I…I normally fight this kinda thing and it usually takes me forever to really trust someone." She could feel her face heat up at the words she was about to tell him, but the compulsion to let them be voiced was greater than her wariness of exposing herself so thoroughly. "You make me feel safe, I don't remember the last time I've felt this safe."
He sighed, his eyes soft and open. "Would you believe me if I told you, I feel the same?" He whispered. "I wanted to tell you what I was almost from the moment I met you. I've never wanted to do that with anyone before."
"Yes," she said softly. "I believe you."
"Do you think it has to do with what—" he started, but abruptly stopped.
"The soulmates thing?" Buffy asked, seeing the uncertainty written on his face of whether he should mention it or not.
He seemed to sigh in relief at her words. "How much did he say?"
She shrugged, laying her head back on his chest. "Just that you're my destiny. That I've been subconsciously searching for you all this time." She sighed, "That you had two different destinies and one he wouldn't tell me about. Also, something about restoring the Slayer line." She huffed, "I hate how cryptic empaths are, but he also mentioned something coming for you and that I needed to get you ready."
Clark nodded. "He told me pretty much the same thing, didn't mention the Slayer line though." He sighed, "He…he also told me about the other future." He was quiet for a long time, eventually asking softly, "Do you want to know what he said?"
Buffy pulled away, something in his voice making her look into his eyes. He looked nervous, almost afraid to tell her. "Is it bad?"
He looked away and nodded, "Yes." He admitted.
"Do you think it will happen?" She asked.
He met her eyes again and shook his head. "No," He answered seriously.
She shook her head, "Then I don't want to know."
He sighed, a humorless laugh falling from his lips. "Thank God, I find it almost too hard to believe myself."
Buffy was silent as she remembered her promise to Lorne. "Could this future happen if something happened to me?"
He suddenly went still, his eyes seeming to play out what could happen in his head, a frown marring his face "Possibly," he acknowledged. "Why?"
She sighed. "Just something Lorne said," She shrugged. "He basically made me promise not to die."
Clark nodded, "Then I'd say it's more than possible."
She shrugged and yawned, her long flight and evening finally catching up with her, "I'll just have to keep my promise then."
Clark smiled, cupping her cheek again. "As much as I'd love to spend the rest of my night talking to you about this stuff, we should probably both get some sleep."
Buffy nodded in agreement, untangling herself from him as he moved to stand, putting the photo of her sister and the kids back on her dresser and getting himself as comfortable as he could on her leather couch.
"Goodnight, Buffy." He whispered.
"Goodnight," She murmured, already halfway to dreamland.
He was the first one to hear it. His eyes flying open at the loud moan penetrating the neighboring wall. A crash sounded and as much as he tried not to listen, he couldn't block it out. Not with the overwhelming scent of jasmine and citrus filling his nostrils, the scent of Buffy surrounding him in this room. He was trying to be a gentleman here and the unmistakable sounds and smells of rough sex were now penetrating his resolve.
He heard Buffy groan and roll over, grabbing her pillow and covering her head with it. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" She complained.
"My sentiments exactly." He muttered.
He looked at her as she got on her knees and slammed her hand against the wall. "Hey! There are people with super hearing sleeping next door!"
They both heard laughing and he watched her face scrunch up in annoyance when Faith shouted, "Prude!"
"At least I'm not an over sexed dominatrix!" She yelled back.
Clark couldn't help choking a laugh at her reply and she turned her head and glared at him.
"Oh, you think it funny do you. I'll have you know the last time I walked in on them; Faith was wearing a strap-on." Her face scrunched up. "I tell you, there's not enough brillo in the world to scrub that image from my brain."
He grimaced. Yeah, he didn't really need to visualize that either. "Are all Slayers so...domineering?"
Buffy laughed, "Oh god no. That's totally a Faith thing." She shook her head. "I mean don't get me wrong," She blushed slightly and looked down, "I can certainly be dominant if asked or provoked, but I prefer to be much more submissive in the bedroom." She shrugged, "It's probably why…well, why human men aren't as appealing to me. Can't really be believably pinned down or have that overwhelming loss of control when you're fifty times stronger than the person you're with."
Clark swallowed, an image of him pinning Buffy's arms above her head as he kissed her floated through his mind. He groaned, his fists clenching at his sides. "You really shouldn't tell me that kind of stuff." He said gruffly, hearing another crash and loud moan through the wall.
She didn't say anything for a while, but he knew she was watching him. When he turned his head to make sure he hadn't offended her, their eyes met in the dark. She was fidgeting, having sat up completely at some point since they were both so rudely awakened.
"Can I…can I ask you something?" She whispered shyly, adding quickly, "It's totally fine if you don't want to answer, but I am curious."
"Okay." He said nervously, not quite sure what he expected her to ask.
"Why have you never…you know?" She bit her lip. "Like, I get the not wanting anyone to know what you are, but you could have always picked up some girl in a bar and taken her home for the night."
Clark chuckled humorlessly at her words and removed the blanket sitting up looking at her fully, "Well, there are actually two answers to that question. The first one being that I'm not exactly that kind of guy. I highly doubt I can just have sex and not feel something for that person." He watched her eyes soften at his words as she nodded in understanding. "The second reason is that I'm too strong. I've always been scared I was going to hurt someone if I tried."
"Oh," she said in surprise. "I never thought of that." She blushed, "Though I probably should have, considering I've done that before."
Clark raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You have?"
She nodded, "Yeah," she said. "Once with my ex, Riley. It was in the beginning of our relationship. I well…I kinda squeezed him too hard," Her blush deepened, "like from umm…the inside."
It took Clark a minute to get what she meant, but dear god once he got it, he couldn't stop his body's reaction. He squeezed his eyes shut; his cock instantly hard as a soft moan tore from his lips. Just the thought of… 'God, does she have any idea what she's doing to me?'
He opened his eyes meeting hers, his breathing picking up at the look of desire in her eyes. She must have heard him. Her pupils were blown wide and he could see her chest rising and falling in time with his erratic breathing. His fist clenched harder as he tried to restrain himself. He hadn't felt this out of control since he was a kid.
"Buffy," he said in a strained voice. "That's probably another one of those things you shouldn't tell me."
"Why," she whispered, her voice suddenly sultry.
He squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled through his nose another humorless laugh falling from his lips, "Because I'm really trying to be a gentleman and my restraint is holding by a thread."
"Maybe I don't want you to be a gentleman," she breathed. "Maybe I want you to kiss me."
Whatever was left of his resolve finally snapped. He opened his eyes still having the frame of mind enough not to tackle her.
"Come here," He whispered.
She slowly slid off the bed and walked towards him, her hands fisting the material of her pajama bottoms nervously. "Have you...have you ever kissed anyone before?"
He shook his head, "Not the way you're suggesting." He whispered, closing his eyes once again and breathing slowly through his nose to try and rein in his out-of-control hormones.
He felt her move closer still, gasping when he felt the couch dip as she straddled his thighs and he thanked God she didn't fully seat herself in his lap.
"Do you want me to show you how?" She asked, her hand running over the center of his chest, stopping right over his heart and he was sure she could feel how fast it was beating.
He could feel himself trembling just from that small touch alone and he was sure the couch was rattling just as much, but he kept his hands at his sides. Too afraid he would pull her close and she would feel the impact she was having on him.
"Yes," he whispered, his eyes opening to meet her gaze.
She was so close, her large green eyes studied his face as her hand slid up his chest, over his shoulder, and around the back of his neck where she cradled him as she brought him closer. She tilted her head slightly as her soft lips gently brushed his, almost as if she was teasing him. His fists tightened further and he gasped at the sensation, allowing her the chance to seal her lips against his.
Whatever control he thought he had over himself finally shattered. His arms coming around her and yanking her fully against his chest and into his lap. Her warm center gliding over his erection had both of them groaning and gasping in surprise.
The kiss felt wonderful and awkward all at once, not in a bad way. He just really didn't feel very confident, but she was being patient, moving her lips slowly against his so he could easily follow her lead. When he felt the wet warmth of her tongue swipe along his bottom lip, he gasped allowing her to deepen the kiss. As she slipped into his mouth her taste exploded on his tongue and his hips shot up involuntarily a moan tearing from his lips.
She groaned into his mouth. Her hold on him tightening slightly and he stiffened in worry, pulling away. He tried to slow his breathing before he spoke but it was no use. He was far too worked up. "Did I…did I hurt you?"
"God no." She laughed, shaking her head. "It felt wonderful." As if to prove a point she reached her hand out and squeezed his shoulder until it actually did hurt. When he winced slightly, she let go. "You can't hurt me like this Clark. I know you haven't exactly seen how strong I am, but I promise you won't hurt me." And then she looked down and blushed. "And I'm not…I'm not asking you to have sex with me." She paused, biting on her bottom lip. "It's just if you are really my soulmate what's the point of fighting this? I'm not ready for sex. I haven't had it in eleven years and it's gonna be a little while before I am, but I can't deny," she gestured between them, "whatever this is. I want you Clark," She shrugged, "And I know you want me, but everyone's gotta learn to walk before they can swim and I just… I haven't felt this type of closeness to anyone for a very long time…" She breathed a sigh getting closer to his lips. "I just want to feel you," and then she was really kissing him, her tongue sliding in and out of his mouth so sensually he didn't know how to think straight.
When she tried to pull away, he chased after her sucking her tongue into his mouth. His hips once again slamming into her, grabbing her waist, and pressing her down onto him. He pulled away from her mouth choking out, "Oh god, I want you so much."
Buffy moaned loudly, her hips beginning to gyrate and swirl against his cock. She looked at him knowingly, and then began to slowly kiss him from his jaw line up to his ear.
"Do you want to come, Clark?" Her hot breath tickled his ear before he felt her lips wrap around the lobe, sucking it into her mouth, and scraping her teeth along it.
"Oh fuck!" He moaned, his hips shooting up and meeting hers. It wasn't very often he cursed like that but right now seemed more than appropriate. God, he wanted to run his hands all over her, squeeze her breasts, cup her ass. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the thought of tasting her. His whole body was on fire, he'd never felt anything like this in his life and he'd jerked off plenty of times. He wasn't stupid, he knew sex would be different than masturbation but this wasn't even sex.
He heard her gasp at his words and she pressed herself down into him harder. "Oh god." She moaned.
His hands pressed more firmly into her hips and he began to guide her movements. Words spilling from his lips that he never knew himself capable of using. "You like that don't you," He almost growled. "Like making me lose control, like getting yourself off on me."
She moaned louder this time. "God yes." Her hips moving faster against him.
He moaned and slipped his tongue into her mouth as she rocked back and forth. His teeth scraping along her bottom lip as he pulled away to watch her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was partially open, her movements becoming jerky and needy. He'd seen enough porn to know the signs of a woman about to have an orgasm, even if he knew at least half of them were faked.
"Are you gonna come, Buffy?" He whispered hungrily, studying every little gasp and pant she made.
"Uh-huh." She whimpered, nodding.
"Good," He panted, his cock throbbing with its own impending release. "Because I don't know how much longer I can hold out."
She doubled her efforts then, planting her hand firmly on his chest, her fingers curling into his hairs as she sped up. The couch they were on beginning to groan and creak under their unrelenting pace. It was by far the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, her chasing her release as she ground herself against him.
It didn't take long after that; a mewling whine of his name tore from her lips and she threw her head back, her spine arching as her orgasm slammed into her. The picture of her like that alone sent him over the edge, knowing he was at least partially responsible in making her do that. His arms wrapped around her and he buried his face in her shoulder as he cried out her name. His sweats soaking through as he came.
Her arms wrapped around him and they stayed like that a long time, wrapped in a warm embrace. Both of them trembling from their orgasm or what they had just experienced, he wasn't sure. When they finally seemed to get the trembling and their breathing back to normal Buffy pulled away and gave him the softest, sweetest look anyone had ever given him.
"That was–"
"Incredible," he breathed.
Buffy giggled. "I'd say more like earth shattering."
Clark chuckled, "I didn't know something could feel so good."
Buffy nodded, "Honestly, neither did I. I know it's been a while, but damn." She looked at him shyly. "I don't know what came over me," And then she frowned, a worry line creasing her brow. "I wasn't…I wasn't too forceful or anything was I? I think I got kinda carried away and am almost feeling like I may have pushed you into this somehow."
Clark eyes softened and he reached out and cupped her cheek, "Buffy if I didn't want to do that, I would have pushed you away. What you just gave me… I can't even express in words how beautiful it was."
She sighed, before leaning up to kiss him softly. "Thank you."
He blushed, clearing his throat. "I should probably take another shower."
She bit her lip trying to hold back her proud smile and nodded standing up, but he grabbed her hand bringing her back down so he could softly kiss her again, before saying. "Try to get a couple more hours of sleep and then I'm taking you out to breakfast."
She smiled and nodded in agreement, "Okay." She said, heading towards her bed as he got up and headed back into the shower, glad he still had his boxers to fall back on.
The phone rang and Wes picked it up on the first ring. "Did he sing?"
There was a pause on the other line. "Yeah."
"And?" Wes asked impatiently.
"Look Wes, I wanna know what this prophecy is all about. You can't just drop something like this on me and not tell me." Lorne said over the line.
Wes sighed, "It's about a being from another world that will either destroy the Slayer line or sustain it."
Lorne was quiet for a long time, "It's him."
Wes blew out a breath. "And his future?"
"Well, it's not roses and daffodils, but I don't think he'll destroy the Slayer line." Lorne answered seriously.
"Thank god for that." Wesley murmured. "Anything else I should know?"
"Yeah," Lorne said. "You should up the Slayers you have in and around India, Metropolis, and Kansas. You're gonna need them there in about two weeks, toodles." And then he hung up.
Wes glared at the phone, looking up when Willow walked in. "Is it done?" She asked
He nodded, "Yes it will only be a matter of time until they're inseparable."
"And the other thing?" She asked.
"Lorne doesn't seem to think it will happen." He answered.
Willow nodded, sighing in relief. "Well, that's good news, right?"
Wes nodded, "Lets hope so."
