Set after 'Showtime'

Buffy came upstairs from the basement in her house to find her friends Xander, Willow, Giles and her little sister Dawn all sitting around the living room. "Is Spike, okay?" Willow asked her blonde friend.

"The First or rather that ubervamp did a work on him but he should be healing now," Buffy informed. Earlier she had finally managed to locate Spike in a cave suspended by chains clasped around his wrists. His limp and unconscious body badly bruised, cut and beaten. She had brought him back to her house brought him back to her house to rest and heal.

"You'll excuse me if I don't celebrate," Xander muttered receiving a warning glance from Willow. He held up in his hands as way of apology. "I'm sorry! Just a slip of the tongue. I know, I know it's a good thing to have him here. Him being here means the First or whatever doesn't have him. Okay! Go team!" Buffy paid him no mind. She knew the group was uneasy about having Spike around or even having the word of Spike coming out of her lips.

"This is a victory one that I fear will be in short supply in the coming days," Giles the former watcher spoke up holding his coffee. "We at least have the First regrouping." In truth he did not like the idea of Spike being here as he felt that the vampire's presence was a bad influence on Buffy but still Spike's rescue meant the First was on the backfoot. The Englishman knew that his return had brought with it rather a lot of dread to his young charges. Still it could not be help or avoided as this was the fight of their lives… again.

"What happens now?" Dawn asked turning to Buffy.

Buffy grimaced slightly. Why was it always her who had to be the one to come up with the answers? "Now," she began. "We keep gathering the potentials that come here, research anything about the First, this new type of vampire and I go to work tomorrow." She announced to the group.

"Buffy are you sure that going to the high school is the best course of action?" Giles questioned. "The potentials require you're training, your instructions and your dedication. Besides that, the Bringers aren't vampires and can attack in board daylight."

'I'm lacking in dedication. Really? I'm the one who has been here in the last year while you buggered off to Jolly old England as you would put it!' Buffy darkly thought. "And I can't do that if there isn't a roof over their heads?" Buffy replied rather sharply. "And the Bringers might not be vampires but do draw attention to themselves what with the scars over their eyes and fashion sense."

"Buff if it's about a money I can help out," Xander offered referring to his savings that he had earned thanks to his job but the slayer shook her head. She wouldn't hear of it. Being independent was so important to the blonde.

"It's fine really besides Willow will be here to look out for them," Buffy said turning to her redhead friend who nodded eager to pitch in and help. It would give her an excuse to spend some time with Kennedy, one of the new potentials. She was… interesting.

"This is a serious threat Buffy," Giles her former watcher and mentor told her. "You cannot keep to the niceties!"

"I like the niceties they are always so fluffy, soft and squishy," Buffy joked then rolled her eyes at the fact that Giles looked disapproving at her. Did he expect her to not her a sense of humour at all? A few years ago, that would have at least gained a chuckle from someone. Now it seemed that she was meant to be serious all the time. Being a comedian didn't save the world or help people stay alive it would seem. "Look I have responsibilities at school that I cannot ignore but I am focused I really am." She stated to all the occupants in the room.

The next day at her job at the school Buffy found herself bumping into her desk whilst heavily making out with student R.J. She hoped on it pushing some files and her keyboard away to make space as she did then pair were kissing again. She was perched on the edge of her desk and pulled him closer towards her. It was a high desk and when she wrapped her legs around him, the hard bulge in his pants rubbed against her clit. He bent down and kissed her gently, stroking her hair and back. "Mmmm." She said, huskily. "I've been longing for this all morning." She confessed. She really had in truth. After slaying the Turok-Han aka the Uber vampire she was feeling very horny and wild… she always did. Messages between the two had been passed back and forth. She enjoyed the attention of the teenager. He was away from all the seriousness and drama of her house. He was the light in a very dark place in her life. The outside world with all its trials and tribulations was faded away in the small office.

R.J sucked on her lips as he ran his hands up along her leg. Her skirt had ridden up a fair bit and she hadn't made a move to stop him. Taking this as a good sign he slowly, almost lovingly stroked his way up her stocking clad leg feeling every single tone and contour, running a finger around her calf muscle and behind her knee. He noticed that she let out a small gasp of pleasure when he caressed the back of her knee, so he did it again and watched as she licked her lips and bit down on her lip. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. Then his hand carried on its journey up her leg caressing her thighs all the way round tracing her muscles through the fine material, the sound of his hands progress like ripping silk. He concentrated on his task, and it took him several moments until he finally reached her stocking tops. He ran his finger at the meeting of skin and lace enjoying the duality of feeling.

Buffy was flushed and breathing heavily eyeing hungrily before she grabbed his head and all but swallowed his face in a deep kiss. She started to unbutton his shirt, stroking at the smooth skin underneath, tracing the curves with the tips of her fingers, squeezing his nipples gently and feeling them harden. God, she wanted him! She wanted him right now! She then pushed him away from her as she heard the bell ring. "Have to stop people are going to be running around outside," she pointed out pushing down her skirt and fixing her clothes to look less rumbled. She was as frustrated and disappointed as he was.

R.J looked disappointed what red-blooded man wouldn't. "I can be quick and quiet," he promised weakly and then groaned inwardly. Had he really just said that!? So not cool. So unappealing. Thankfully all that it caused was for her to chuckle sweetly and shake her head.

"Believe me you wouldn't be with me," she informed with him with a wink. She grinned at his ruffled, dazed appearance as he stood straighter, he was very cute she smiled coming up to him and giving him a quick kiss. Of course, the quick kiss turned into a another hot make out session between them.

"Mmmm," he moaned as she couldn't help but purposefully grope his cock from inside his jeans.

"What?" she asked knowingly near his ear fully aware she was teasing him.

"Ahh, I can't think… if you keep doing that," he cutely protested as Buffy's intuitive body from her hands to her lips, continued thrilling his sensitive zones.

"I can keep doing more if you want," Buffy softly voiced as desire and hormones had taken complete control of her. Had she really said that?! Yes, she did. A simple groping and making out wasn't enough she needed more tonight.

"…Okay," he softly voiced as he investigated the dark pools of her dilated eyes. She was being serious. She wasn't teasing him. She was really offering him this chance.

"It's alright, we can go somewhere tonight." The words were out of Buffy' mouth before she could stop herself. Before she knew what she was doing she was giving R.J instructions and directions then ushered him out of her office.

The day couldn't have gone by fast enough. It was a blur and one that Buffy could barely focus on. At one point during a quick catch-up Principal Wood said that she was acting distracted Buffy had to simply lie and say that she just being focused on work. A quick call to Willow explained to the redhead that she was going to stay late to catch up on some paperwork she had missed due to being off sick. She made sure to say goodbye to her colleagues and be seen leaving the high school alone by them. Getting into her car she drove away from the high school but not in the direction of her home but rather in the opposite direction. She drove around the town before turning off the main road she was on and pulling up to the car park of a motel. Getting out of her car she saw R.J was just pulling up in his own car having stuck to his side of the plan.

No more interaction for the rest of the day.

Be seen clearly leaving school by yourself and head to this address at this time.

She didn't walk up to meet him as there was nothing that needed to be said instead, she headed for the motel's reception. Buffy paid for a double room, ignoring the look that the fat greasy manager gave her. She took the keys with a muted "Thank you," and found R.J waiting for her by a vending machine. The older woman walked across the forecourt to their room and R.J followed a little distance away from her looking a little nervous. They got to door and trying to be gentleman he took the keys from her and intended to open the door for them. But his shaking hands struggled with the uncooperative lock until Buffy intervened and got it first time. "There's a knack," Buffy told him, "I had a friend stay here once."

The door swung open, and Buffy went inside the room was basic to say the least with no added features added since Faith stayed here. It had a bed and that was about it. Still, it was all they needed and all she wanted. She put her handbag on it and the bed squeaked a little painfully causing the blonde to grimace slightly. R.J stepped inside a little cautiously and closed the door behind him. It occurred to Buffy that this was rapidly becoming a bad idea as she could tell the teenager was nervous as he took off his jacket, laying it on the nearest and only chair. He met her eyes hesitantly, unsure how to even go about this. But Buffy was too far gone to turn back now. She never backed down from something especially when she was determined so she moved kicking off her shoes before taking off her own jacket and threw it carelessly across the room. After undoing her skirt it soon followed the jacket falling to the ground along with her top. The black lingerie that the Slayer favoured left little to the imagination. R.J's nerves had given away to desire as he gazed at blonde bombshell standing before him which was exactly what Buffy wanted. For about a quarter second, he couldn't believe what was happening. Buffy Summers, one of the most beautiful women of his dreams standing before him in some red Anne Summers underwear. She smiled sensually and wandered slowly backwards toward the bed. She beckoned R.J with one finger. "Come to mama."

He did just that forgetting about his nerves and gathering the woman in his arms and lowering his face toward Buffy's and their lips met again. Bold, open mouth, lustful and heated their conscious brains switched off and they gave into their desires, wants and needs. She slipped her tongue past his lips, and he gave a soft groan opening more to her. She slowly explored his mouth while he put his hands around her waist and pulled her body even against his. Buffy pressed up against him and moaned. Ravenous she slipped her hands underneath his t-shirt and pulled it off him before kissing and sucking at his neck. The teen moaned at the feel of her hard nipples against his bare chest. This was so good! So unbelievably good!

Growling against his pulse Buffy began tugging him toward her even though they were already pressed together. The pair hit the edge of the bed and fell back on it, with Buffy on top of the horny teen. The rest of his clothes were tugged off in haste and frustration. She wanted him, wanted him now. Soon he was naked and awestruck when she removed her underwear that she was wearing inch by inch. He felt his throat clam up and swallowed hard as she was a goddess to him. For Buffy who had felt anything but sexy for a long time she enjoyed the teenager's gaze over her body and moved back to him. She wanted him and he wanted her. Their mouths met in an explosion of amazing heat their tongues joining and dancing within their mouths. Their breathing increased and heart rates soured.

His lips where now on her breasts kissing and sucking at her nipples as she ran a hand on his head scraping his scalp with her nails. Her other hand wasn't idle caressing his body as he tentatively pressed explored hers, and some part of her absolutely relished how he let her be the one to take charge. Giving into fully the moment and damning all consequences Buffy pushed him down to lie flat on his back. She looked down at him and R.J looked up at her tracing the lines of her body with a heated gaze.

She carefully hunkered down, so she was poised just above his jerking cock. Then looking him straight in the eye she finally lowered herself. She made sure she went slowly so she could feel every single millimetre as it entered her body. His large head pushed her lips apart and she sank lower until it pushed its way into her hot moistness. R.J let out a moan of pure ecstasy as her pussy engulfed his cock the heat of her aroused body like a furnace to him. He was staring at her with wide eyes as big as saucers. It was pleasure and pain mixed into a cocktail of ecstasy and he lost all conscious thought as she continued her downwards journey letting his cock slide into her slowly feeling every vein on his shaft as she did. Finally, she couldn't stand the suspense any longer and with a short sharp downwards thrust took him totally into herself.

"HOLY SHII… You feel like heaven on earth," R.J groaned, eyes closed as he relished in the bliss of her hot, dripping, tight pussy. Relishing the moment Buffy had also closed her eyes her head thrown back in abandon she just enjoyed the feeling of her full pussy. Then in small circular movements she moved up, round and down grinding his cock in and out of herself. R.J managed to come to his senses enough to grip her hips as she began to ride him. His eyes alternated between her sexy facial expressions and her breasts. Buffy moaned as she moved faster and harder feeling the teenager try and match her. Sure, there was definite room for improvement, but you couldn't fault his enthusiasm. She bit her lip lightly when his back arched and he rose to meet her better than he had done before. She grunted with the thrust and gave him a half-grin through heavy-lidded eyes. Oh yeah, she definitely couldn't fault his enthusiasm. Made sense, she figured. If there was one thing teenagers had a lot of, it was enthusiasm. The slayer potentials all had that. Untapped enthusiasm… and a lot of panic and fear. She grunted she wasn't going to think about that now. That wasn't what she was here for.

Growling a little she changed her motion so that she was spearing herself on his cock backwards, up, and down forwards so she took him as deep as she could. She slowly built the speed up as they both sighed in pleasure. Buffy sped up so that her breasts bobbed up and down and R.J found himself hypnotised by both their motion and the look of pleasure on the blonde's face. Sweat was building on them both as the pace grew faster and fast, R.J helping her as much as he could lifting his hips to meet with her soon Buffy felt herself enjoying it more and more.

Fondling her own breast Buffy looked down at her lover almost chuckling at his clear enjoyment written on his face. "Tell me you love it," she commanded to him sultry.

"God I love it!" R.J enthusiastically told her as she fucked him. "Oh God, Buffy..." Moaning, he clenched his hands on the bedspread, trying not to lose control, and slowly losing that battle as I began to feel the pressure build in his balls so delicious he didn't think he could last another minute. The teenager began to babble in his efforts to maintain control. "Buffy, I can't... ahhh... I can't hold on... gotta stop... ohhh... I can't... I'm gonna lose it... oh god Buffy... ahh."

Looking down at me through her eyelashes and giving him a hard clench causing him to cry out, Buffy whispered, "Come for me, R.J. I want you to." At her instruction R.J go of any remaining control and began to shudder. With one last cry he exploded, filling Buffy's pussy with his hot fluid, which was enough to send her over the edge. She groaned out loudly as the orgasm wracked through her body and her vaginal muscles clamped down on R.J's cock. Not the best orgasm she has ever had but still she shut her eyes, riding the wave of pleasure for every bit she could get, and on a whim, she leaned over to kiss him deeply and groan into his mouth.

Finally, they broke apart air an issue, R.J gasped in amazement before smiling up in the blue green eyes of his counsellor, "I… I… ummm… to think I almost thought counselling with you would be boring" he finally blurted out. His mind was too spent to think up some poetic words or grand statement to capture the mood.

The scent of them was still in the air as she returned his smile feeling a slight weight had lifted from her shoulders, "And I thought returning to school would be boring." They laughed together for a few moments before Buffy leaned down and kissed the teenager again. He returned the kiss enjoying the feel of her lips. She rolled herself over bringing him along until he was now on top of her. She ran her hands down his smooth back while bringing her stocking leg up to wrap around his waist as she was eager to start up round two. Her hand was between his legs, stimulating him back arousal. "Ohh the advantages of youth," she cooed at him feeling him harden in her fingers.

R.J couldn't help but let out a moan. A moment before, he had been completely spent, but, amazingly, this shift in position and her handy work so to speak seemed to refire life within him. He was once again hard as a rock against her. She used the hand on his back to press him forward opening her thighs wide. Her hand on his cock guided him back inside her and he moaned at hot and wet she was. She let out a sigh as she felt him inside her. Bringing his head down next to hers she whispered in his ear. "Fuck me R.J," she encouraged and the teen moan setting a slow, steady rhythm. Buffy moaned her pleasure closing her eyes.

This was a lot more fun than being focused on death.

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In the days that followed, R.J felt that he had to be dreaming almost being sure that he was. There was no way that this would be happening. But he decided that if he was dreaming, he quickly decided that if he was dreaming, he didn't want to wake up. Where else would one want to be than in a sexual relationship with Buffy Summers?

Around his classes, her work and her homelife Buffy and R.J would find little pockets of private time to be very intimate. He soaked up all her affection and attention, his body becoming increasingly addicted to the blonde. In her office her couch would see them making out hotly. To keep up appearances she instructed him to do better at school to show that her counselling was having a positive affect on him and should continue. Focusing on schoolwork was not easy when he had her lips, her moans, her skilled hands and whispers of encouragement swirling around in his head keeping him on edge for much of the day. But the feedback from his teachers did suggest that he was improving leading to Buffy to give him some reward by way of a hot groping session.

For Buffy for whatever reason her body came alive the second she saw him. The rest of the world was easily forgotten when they were together. In her office during school hours, she would tease him while sitting on her desk. Her legs would wrap around his ass, keeping him close, and with their tongues in each other's mouths, they would make out for most of his counselling session. His little groans and whimpers of arousal only spurred her on more. He felt good, alive and innocent. It was intoxicating and fresh for her. Death was an inevitable force that plagued her daily. She lived it every day increasingly more so now it felt making her feel like she was becoming bitter and hollow. Not when she was with him however. Not around R.J. As their desires grew to irrational heights, they'd pull at each other to get ever closer. And before they knew it, the warning bell would ring, frustrating the pair while counting the minutes to their next hormonal dalliance.

Which would occur later after school in the motel where they would meet and fuck without abandon. It would occur right after school with the pair having sex multiple times. When they were alone, Buffy was so wanton with her passions, feeling so free to express herself and so liberated in a way that she increasingly felt she was unable at her home. At home she had to be a leader or as she increasingly felt like an army general to a group of potentials. Girls who were looking to her as their last hope. She had to be strong, tough, serious, strict, smart and it bored her to tears. She didn't want to be the one to lead but simply enjoy her life.

The woman in question was at the motel and rocked her hips against R.J, luxuriating in the feeling of his hardness inside of her. R.J gasped and grunted as Buffy rode him running his hands down her back and spine to her ass caressing the flesh while thrusting upwards. A little coaching and suggests from her during their sessions was making him more skilled lover. "Fuck!" he whispered, eyes rolling back as she gave him a hard clench with her vaginal muscles. "That almost hurts!" he confessed.

"You love it," she said confidently to which he couldn't help but agree nodding his head. She smiled, enjoying how much he loved this... wishing they had time, hours, days to explore each other. Their sessions while frequent were always too short for Buffy's liking. Fun and sweet but too short. She wished she had more time… less responsibilities and… more time. Buffy groaned, her brain no longer caring to make coherent thoughts. This was her quickly becoming favourite part of her life. This was the part where she wasn't herself anymore, where she didn't care about anything, worry about anything, or remember anything. This was the part where all that mattered was him inside of her, and the overwhelming waves of pleasure. It was just his hands on her body, her hands on his. It was just hot, wet kisses being exchanged as the passion mounted. This was the best part. This was why she did it so often.

"Urgh, R.J," she groaned as his hands snaked through her hair. He whispered her name, and then whispered it again faster and with more urgency. He was almost there. So was she. Just a few more moments. She ground against him, biting her lip, one hand on her breast, kneading the soft flesh. It was building faster and faster, in time with his rhythmic thrusts. She was almost...almost...

"Buffy!" he called out cumming inside her.

"R.J!" she cried, her body spasming as her climax overtook her. He groaned wordlessly, and she closed her eyes with the exquisite beauty of it. She shut her eyes, riding the wave of pleasure for every bit she could get, and on a whim, she leaned over to kiss him deeply and groan into his mouth. Their lips met, and the taste was sweet and wonderful.

A little later she emerged from the bathroom sipping on a glass of water clad only in his t-shirts as it was the closest item she found to hand. In his eyes she made it look like the hottest clothes he'd ever seen on at a woman. He grinned at her and sat up before grimacing as he rubbed a few bruises on his shoulder. They were courtesy of Buffy earlier. "Sorry," she offered seeing him in discomfort putting down the glass. "Are you still a little hurt?" she asked him.

"A little," he confessed as a few of his muscles were still aching from his previous exertion with Buffy. "Anyone ever tell you are really strong?"

Buffy blinked hard a little. "A few people," Buffy confessed. "Are you sure you are, okay?" she asked him concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine it's just a little stiff," he told her.

"Oh yeah anything else a little stiff?" Buffy teased sultry as she peeled off the t-shirt revealing her naked body to him without any shame. To R.J she was fit, firm, and curvy. She got all that from gauging his 'hubba-hubba' reaction as he looked at her. R.J felt his throat tighten at the sight of the naked woman before him. The blonde's overall golden tan was interrupted by only the smallest of triangles and lines delineating the size and location of those areas covered by her bikini. The bright pink of her nipples and aureoles contrasted vividly with the normal creamy-white colour of her breasts and the close-cropped triangle of fur concealing her femininity revealed to anyone looking that she wasn't a natural blonde.

Feeling as though she could actually palpably sense the appreciation in his gaze on her skin as he looked at her, Buffy slowly sauntered over to the bed, exaggerating the swing of her hips as she moved. She stopped briefly to collect something from her bag which she kept hidden from his view as she climbed onto the bed, crawling across the sheets toward R.J like a cat approaching a mouse. She then displayed the item in front of him. A pair of handcuffs. R.J's eyes went wide at the implications. "I was thinking we could have a little fun with these before we go our separate ways tonight," Buffy explained to him. "You're not too chicken for that are you?" She challenged knowing his fragile male ego won't be able to turn her down.

R.J shifted slightly feeling like he was out of his league on this one. Was she really suggesting this go this wild? It was different than they had and more importantly he had ever gone before. "So, what I get handcuffed, and I can't touch you? Doesn't sound that fun!"

Buffy grinned expecting such a response and leaned down to kiss his chest. "Believe me I will make it fun… plus if you are handcuffed this time then next time it will be my turn…" she trailed off eyes lingering on his.

"You mean you will…" R.J squeaked unable to finish the sentence as his brain threatened to go into meltdown.

"Be the one wearing the handcuffs at your mercy," she finished for him grinning. His arms shot up and together at the bedpost ignoring the pain in shoulder and Buffy cuffed him smirking at him. She enjoyed how well she commanded his body and pushed his boundaries regularly with her. Now the teen was cuffed and to the bed with no escape. Buffy smirked at his state before leaning down to kiss his chest again. She spent the next hour teasing, tickling, kissing, massaging and caressing, licking and generally teasing the poor teen who was helpless and utterly at her mercy. Before long he was huffing and panting harder than he had ever been before.

"Seems like you have a terrible cramp in desperate need of attention," she teased him kissing near his ear. "Right here," she mentioned stroking his cock which twitched at the mere slip of her fingers.

"Buffy!" the teen gasped. "Please!" he moaned rattling his cuffs, but they were firmly secure.

"So sorry R.J but my poor hands have gotten very, very tired," she told in a mock apology.

"Buffy!" he whined hoarsely shifting his hips desperate to take the pressure off. It was agony she had been a total cock tease to him, and he needed to relive the pressure.

"Well, I don't want to disappoint you," she said, bent over him, her lips skimming his as she breathed the words. "Maybe you wouldn't mind if…" she didn't finish her sentence.

"If what?" he hissed. His lips followed hers, seeking to keep contact as she pulled back and away from him.

"Well, if it wouldn't be too much of a disappointment, I could use my tongue instead. And my lips." She said in an innocent voice.

He whimpered at the idea of it and squeaked. "I'll deal," causing joyous laughter with her. She pulled away again, slipping down to nibble at his throat and run her hands along his chest. Slowly, she kissed her way down his torso, taking first one nipple and then the other between her teeth as she teased the tips with her tongue.

"Ow! Buffy, you're killing me," he complained, but she ignored his whining. Even if she hadn't known perfectly well that he loved this, the sensation of his cock stiffening against her belly as she moved over him would have reassured her. She continued to play until he was fully erect and muttering wildly. She was enjoying the game almost as much as he was, sneaking looks at his face, noting that he'd caught his lower lip between his teeth and that his eyes were closed, his expression intent. Grinning, she slid lower hearing him moan when she ever closer to his cock, she could feel his whole-body quiver in anticipation. Then he lay still, and she knew he was deliberately restricting his breathing, focusing his feelings, concentrating on her touch. She let her hands, lips and tongue wander everywhere and anywhere – except one place.

He cursed, panted, begged and moaned as she mercilessly teased him. "Buffy please! Please just help me please! For fuck's sake!" He swore in frustration only to receive a slight bite on his thigh.

"No need to be naughty," she cooed at him. "But I guess you have waited long enough… look at me R.J," he did as he was told looking down at the blonde woman who was between his legs. The teen's breath caught in his throat as he watched Buffy Summers staring with wide, lust-filled eyes down at him. She smiled as she bent her head down and opened her mouth taking his swollen cock in her mouth. R.J's mouth opened wide and he sank back against the bed as Buffy gave him the first blow job in his life. She moaned for him as her mouth slid up and down the length of him. Her tongue massaged him like a pro, and she began to stroke the sides of his legs with her hands as she sucked.

Now he knew he was definitely dreaming.

After all the pleasurable torture she had done to him for the last hour and her current technique he didn't last long until he reached his climax, and Buffy pressed her face forward, essentially gagging herself on him. He let out a harsh cry of pleasure as he shook and gyrated, he pumped into her mouth. She swallowed his cum causing his eyes to cross as he came hard. After Buffy teased him a little more by using a finger to scoop up any remnants of his latest orgasm and suck it into her mouth. She moved up from his legs deciding to sit down on his lap. She put her arms around his neck and nuzzled against him. For a few minutes, the two of them simple sat together, as he caught his breath and recovered from their escapades.

He heard a click, and he looked up to see her undoing the cuffs with some key. She smiled at him and gave him a saucy grin. "Next time it will be me in the cuffs," she promised winking at him.

He was dreaming.

And he hoped he didn't wake up not now or ever.

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Angel had been to hell, so Spike had no doubt it existed as he feared he was currently in hell.

The slayer returning from her work at the high school. Another late night of paperwork so she claimed.

Only that was all a lie.

The slayer had someone's love stink all over her despite her best efforts to wash it off. One could just tell the slayer looked satisfied and fulfilled in a way that screamed she had sex. He recognised the look as he had been responsible for the looks several times last year.

She was fucking somebody.

At first, he hadn't picked up being so wounded and beaten after days of torture. He slept for almost ten hours straight in her basement. Her scent was everywhere, surrounding him, engulfing him in a bittersweet turmoil. He could sense her even though he slept; the abilities of being a creature of the night. He was still very emotionally drawn to her; that would never change no matter what. But she had pulled away from him. She was nursing him back to health not caring for him. Professional not sensitive. And she was keeping her distance from him. At first, he knew why. He was her attacker, an act last year that had torn the thin fabric of their relationship or whatever one called it. But then he picked up on the scent. A man's scent or rather more surprisingly a boy's scent. Someone youthful and young on her. He wasn't sure of it thinking his nose was buggered. But as it healed, he picked up on it.

She was fucking someone.

He knew it only she didn't want her friends or anyone to know who it was. Hence all the lies and misdirection. Her friends the trusting, loyal and ever clueless groupies she had hanging around her never asked questions, never suspected anything and never wondered about anything. Why would they when there were bigger things to worry about? The First, the original and ultimate evil was around lurking in the shadows to strike, to break up the group, to mess with their heads or simply just kill them. No of course, not the group is too busy thinking about the big bad and their own personal soap operas. Buffy's little affair can slip under the radar. No one ever talks to each other in this group not really. Shocking when they suggest they are friends and a family.

But what am I to do? I can barely move down here in this basement. Still in a lot of pain and still not welcomed here. I am barely tolerated by some people here and outright hated by others.

What is poor little Spike to do knowing that the slayer is fucking someone?