Set during Never leave me

"I just wanted to tell you that Buffy won't be coming in today," explained Dawn Summers Buffy's sister to Principal Wood. "She's really sick."

"Oh, no," the older man exclaimed concerned.

"Yeah, last night she was vomiting, and then this morning she was vomiting some more, and then, just when we thought she was done, she was vomiting again." The younger girl detailed offering a little laugh trying to keep her lie light.

"Yeah, we got that stomach flu going around," the principal stated.

Dawn nodded innocently. "Her exact words were, "I've got stuff coming out of both ends."

"Thank you. That's very helpful," Wood told the student.

Dawn smiled happy that she had done her part in the gang's plan. "Sure. No problem." She then noticed the other two kids in the principal's office. "Hey, guys. How's it going?"

"Pretty good," came a reply from one of them.

Principal Wood moved to get Dawn's attention. "Um, tell your sister not to worry about it. We'll soldier on without her here. Just, um, tell her to concentrate on getting better."

"Yeah, she'll be fine," Dawn replied. "She just needs to get some stuff out of her system." She nodded and left as the older man closed the door to his office going back inside to deal with the two students.

R.J who had been at the water fountain in the hall couldn't help but overhear everything. 'So Buffy was off sick' he thought to himself. 'That must be why she didn't text him.' he then scowled as he walked away from the office. More like she probably came to her senses and moved to the next state he considered. He wandered down the halls feeling dejected. He hadn't been able to see her since that day when they had kissed in her office. She had played it off attempting to make an excuse but then had kissed him again later that day. She even gave him her personal number telling him she would call him. He had waited all night but there had been no calls. Then again, she had left in a hurry so maybe there was a family emergency but then Dawn had made it into school okay, so it was nothing to do with her.

Taking a seat outside while on a free period R.J was confused and had no one to vent to as he had to keep his feelings to himself. No one knew, of course he hadn't told anyone. But it was starting to become confusing. A crush on a teacher wasn't unusual for a guy his age, practically with a teacher to damnably attractive as Miss Summers but this was different it was returned lust, not unreturned. Well, it had been anyway; perhaps she had changed her mind. No come on! Of course she had changed her mind! She was a faculty member while he was some lovesick student… but then she gave him her number. She gave him it. That had to account for something. He dug out the piece of paper it was written on and stared at it a little.

Maybe he should try calling or messaging her… and say what exactly? Start with something simple… like check if she was feeling okay. Yes! That was a good idea! It would show he cared but kept things simple… okay how should he do that? Maybe start by a joke, yeah that would amuse her. Trouble is he didn't know any funny vomiting jokes… Okay maybe not lead in with a joke but simply ask her if she was okay. Yes, the direct approach… only was that too forceful? Too direct? Should he simply message hi and wait until she replied then ask if she was okay? But what if she didn't reply? Would he be okay waiting for her… okay so messaging would be out… then call her… could he really call her? And say what?

R.J sighed and put the paper away almost wishing he had his magical jacket.

This was much harder than before.

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Later that day Buffy sighed and closed the door to her bedroom. This was draining and she was feeling like she was hitting her head against a brick wall repeatedly. Spike was in there currently tied to a chair having become a danger to himself and others. He was at times acting noble and brave in the face of danger at other times acting ravenous with hunger. All the time providing no answers as to how any of this happened to him. Her eyes glanced in the direction of the house's main bathroom.

That was the place where he pinned her down on the floor and tried to sexually assault her under the notion that it would make her love him. Now here she was trying to offer him words of comfort to help him cope with his situation.

Why her?

Not for the first time in her life and not for the last time she suspected she question why did things like this ever happen to her? Sure, she was the slayer, the chosen one and all that blah, blah, cryptic, mystical nonsense but even that had long since been turned on its head. The Slayer kills vampires. That's not only prophecy, but that's also fact. She on the other hand had fallen in love with one and embarked on some twisted sick affair with another. In the future the Watcher's Council would no doubt use her as an example of how not to be a slayer. She grimaced as once again the Watcher's Council was providing little in the way of support being unable to answer where Giles was. As usual they were stuffy, proper and doing everything by the book which was all well and good if one was on the other side of the Atlantic and not living on the hellmouth.

Once again, she was on her own.

Once again, she was wondering how badly she was going to screw this up. Cops cope. Fireman cope. Doctors, nurses, military servicemen, disaster relief workers... They all cope with the inevitable bad experiences their work throws at them but how does the slayer cope? She must have missed that chapter on the slayer's handbook. How is she meant to cope when the time comes? Who would die this time? Who would be sacrificed for the greater good? How much more pain would she have to endure… she had to get out of here!

Moving quickly almost racing down the stairs she found Anya, Xander and Dawn in the kitchen. "I'm going to get supplies!" she announced to the group. The three occupants of the room looked a little startled at her announcement. "It's just we will probably be hold up here for awhile so it's probably best to get a bunch of stuff to eat now."

"Buff, it's okay I can go and get that," Xander offered.

"I can go with you and help," Dawn offered having just got back from school.

"No, it's okay I will go, I will do a quick drive around and see if I spot anything strange while I'm gone," Buffy told them very keen on getting out of house.

"Umm hello!" Anya pipped up. "I am not really worried about the lack of food offerings that are in this house. I am more worried about the bleached blond vampire who is looking for his next meal! I don't like my blood to be sucked or my insides to be splattered all over the wall. I like my blood inside me, I like my insides inside me and while I have no deep affection for the walls in this room, I still like the colour of them!" She stated in her typical blunt fashion.

"She's got a point Buff I mean what if he goes all Manchurian Candidate on us again?" Xander asked her.

"He is tied up to a chair. I tied those knots myself. He won't get out even if he tried. You guys are safe here." She said to try and reassure them. None of them really look assured.

"I don't really feel safe," Anya grumbled mostly to herself.

Buffy moved forward picking up a wooden cross that was on the kitchen table and thrusting it into the former demon's hand. "Then be safe!" she said gritting her teeth. "I will be back in an hour," she told them before leaving quickly before they had a chance to protest. She grabbed her keys and left the house. Pausing before she got to the car, she slipped out her phone and dialled a number that she swore she never in a million word.

A few rings later and her call was answered. "H-hello?" came R.J's slightly nervous response on the other end of the line.

"I need to see you," she said quickly.

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Thanks to Mayor Wilkins Sunnydale was fill of graveyards and back alleys that offered seclusion and one to be hidden from public view which was perfect for Buffy. She told to R.J to meet her at back alley from a factory that she knew was abandoned as she had dealt with a pack of vampires there a month ago. She parked there stepping out when she saw R.J was already there.

"Hi," he offered unsure of what else he was meant to say his hands in his pockets as he trying to be cool and not fidget too much.

"Hey," she said walking a little towards him. "Sorry for the random call."

"Oh no it's no problem. Went I got back from school my mom was drawing up battle plans with her lawyer." R.J told her.

Oh, right he had problems too Buffy reminded himself. Problems that might not seem like the end of the world problems that she was facing but to him they were. "I'm sorry," she told him. "It's difficult to go through."

"Does it get better?" he asked her.

She bit her lip. It cost him to ask so he deserved to hear the right answer. "It hurts less over time," Buffy told him. "Don't forget that they both love you. I know they aren't showing it now… with all the fighting but don't, no matter what they say or do forget that they both love you."

R.J shrugged a little looking away feeling uncomfortable. "The way they have been talking about me, it's like I'm some procession like the cars or the house! Lance is fine, he is old enough to get his own place," he stated referring to his older brother. "But me? No, I got to be decided on. Like who is going to look after me when and where? It's a joke!" he spat out in disgust.

He has a thousand and one things to worry about… this was a bad idea. "This is stupid! You shouldn't have come here!" she cursed shaking her head frustration opening the driver's door in her car fully intent on leaving.

"Hey, you can't just leave!" he exclaimed.

"You are a kid R.J!" she growled at him. "Just go and be a kid!"

"Where?!" he nearly yelled at her stopping her in her tracks. "Back with one of my parents who are planning to divide and conquer each other?! Back with my brother Lance who is too lazy to even consider what is really going on?! He rather would drink beer and play video games than actually deal with the fact that our parents are divorcing! Oh, it that childish enough for you? Playing video games up in my room while my Mum and Dad take chunks out of each other in the courts?!" he fired back at her with much sarcasm. "Besides You invited me, remember!? You gave me your number! I didn't force mine on you and I haven't been bombarding you with messages or calling you 24/7! I haven't been hanging around your house like some stalker! I have done nothing wrong here other than respond to a call asking to meet you so don't suddenly spin round and pretend I dragged you here against your will!" he said in anger and frustration.

Buffy stopped and turned to him. She hadn't been fair on him. "I'm sorry. You're right… none of this isn't fair on you." She stated with some degree of regret. "I'm just saying you don't want to get to know me. Not the real me. I got a lot of problems."

"Like what?" he replied before looking at her more carefully. "Are you okay?!" he asked.

"See that's the problem… I'm okay," Buffy began. "I'm not dying or sick or anything. I'm not marvellous, not fantastic, not horrible… I'm okay. I went from feeling good in the summer, like in a good place better than I have been for many a month if not a year to now suddenly feeling like the walls are closing in. Suddenly everything is beginning to take hold, and I can already feel it begin to choke me as it has done so many times in the past. It just feels like after all this time, everything I have faced, everything I had to deal with, somewhere along the line I lost what it was to be me and now here comes something else on the horizon."

He shifted a little as he tried to take in some of what she said. "Are you venting, or do you want some advice on what you just said?" he asked unsure and almost praying that she was venting as he wasn't sure he could offer any advice. He only understood a fraction of what she was saying.

She just sighed "I'm just sick of feeling just okay." She said to him looking directly in his eyes holding his gaze.

R.J gulped a little at the way she was staring at him. He could almost swear that she was looking at her like she wanted to him to kiss her.

And he was pretty sure in that moment that he wanted to kiss her. God in that moment he really did want to kiss her!

But this was Buffy Summers his guidance counsellor! Surely, she didn't want him to kiss her. That was a crazy thought… only was it as she was continuing to gaze at him that way. She in his humble opinion really did look like she wanted him to kiss her and if Buffy Summers wanted him to kiss her then who was he to turn her down.

He hesitated a little more before finally deciding to go for broke and leaned in to kiss her. He waited for a reaction that told him he misread every signal and that he was just some stupid horny teenager, but she moved her hands around his neck and kept him close kissing him back. His hands found her hips as they passionately kissed with her pressing herself against him. The curves of her body fitting into his in all the right places as she ran her fingers along his neck creating goosebumps. Finally breathing became an issue and they parted lips.

There were so many questions running in his head that he had pick one and say it out loud. He cleared his throat and tried to answer her. His voice cracked loudly, and he had to start again. Buffy couldn't help but smile at him a little smugly. "Are we really doing this?" he asked desperate to know what was happening. He couldn't take anymore of the not knowing.

Buffy smiled at his uncertainly. "It would appear so… but honestly I don't know what this is."

"But you like me, right?" he asked her.

Buffy didn't say anything just drew him into another kiss which he returned having thought about kissing her more than a few times today. The feel of his lips on hers was a better feeling that it had right to be, and she couldn't help but indulge in making out with him taking two steps and pushing him against her car. He grunted slightly at the force but didn't stop the kiss felt Buffy's smooth face on his they heavily made out, getting lost in the moment as they got caught up in each other. The pair sucked air harshly as they gripped each other's bodies, their tongues duelling, and Buffy finally felt better than she had all day.

Everything that was plaguing her in the last couple of days was finally gone and all she felt was better. A buzz in her back pocket annoyed her and she let out a huff of frustration as she separated from R.J just enough to pull out her mobile phone and check it. "It's Dawn," she told him as she looked at her sister's request for some items from the store. She quickly sent her sister a quick reply. "I'm supposed to be out food shopping." She would have to go and actually do that soon.

"I understand," R.J stated not wanting to push his luck but in truth he was disappointed that she was running around again.

Sensing his disappointment Buffy gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I suppose maybe I can take awhile longer," she told him playfully pulling him awhile from the door so she could open it. R. J's eyes widen as he watched her slip into the backseat lying back there propping herself up on her elbows and giving him a teasing smirk. "Come inside," she told him with a few errant strands of blonde hair hanging over her face and he did what he was told was in a trance. He lay on top of her and her smile became sultrier as she snaked her arms around him pulling him closer. She felt a quality hunger in him but tell he was nervous with his mind thinking way too much. "Don't think about anything just feel," she encourages him in a sultry tone before bringing his head down and kissing him again. He moaned as she kissed him deeply and felt her wrap her leg around him.

The teen and the slayer were so wrapped in each other that a nuclear bomb could have gone off and neither would have noticed. Making out in the back of a jeep might not be the most comfortable place to do so but neither cared as they kissed and caressed each other. This was their moment in time and neither would have it any other way. She pushed off his jacket which thankfully wasn't magical caressing him on and under his t-shirt feeling his lean muscles. They were kissing hungrily now, their tongues duelling against each other's with fervour, teeth clashing as they tried to devour each other's mouths. R.J had one hand at Buffy's head now, his fingers threading through her hair. His hands dashed all over her body having been granted a chance to touch her. As he held her to him, he couldn't help but rock his hips gently against her body. She just felt so good against him like this, so soft underneath his hands as they caressed her body. At his rocking hips she pressed her leg down harder on him keeping him there as rocked a little back herself enjoying the friction moaning against his lips.

"You feel so good," he blurted out rising his head a little to get some air his hips unable to stop against her.

"You feel good too," Buffy let out raising her head to kiss his neck gently sucking on his Adam's apple as she ran her fingernails along his back. At another beep on her phone, she cursed and pushed him up so she could get out her phone. "I really have to go now," she told him it would seem that they had been making out for longer than it felt, and her absence was being noticed.

R.J took some deep gulps of air to try and calm down the raging hormones and nodded. He opened the car door and stepped out thinking a little space between them would be best. God knows he wanted to do so much more. Buffy manoeuvred herself into the driver's seat checking her hair and make-up. She would have to reapply before she got home. "I will message you this time," she told him lowering the window to talk to him.

"I will hold you to that," he replied. She smiled and leaned over to kiss him a softer kiss than the ones they shared earlier but no less enjoyable.

"See you soon," Buffy told him starting the car and heading off.

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Sadly, the rest of Buffy's night was not as pleasant. For one thing her house was attacked by the Bringers aka Harbingers of Death who were the high priests and foot soldiers of the non-corporeal First Evil. In the ensuring battle Spike was captured and taken by the First most likely to be tortured or killed. Spike was the key to whatever the First's plan was and so losing meant that Buffy was very much losing the game to it.

Giles's arrival did very little to improve things with word that the Watcher's Council had been destroyed due to a bomb most likely planted by the First he suspected. So, there was little back up apart from the three girls he brought with him. Three potential slayers he explained each one has the possibility of being called, and while there were many more a large number of them across the world it would seem that many been killed by the First's forces. He theorised that the plan is to kill all the Potential Slayers in the world before killing Buffy and Faith, bringing an end to the Slayer line. That would leave the world with no slayer. It would be defenceless. He made it clear to Buffy that she is the only chance the Potentials and in fact the world had… great more weight on her shoulders. As if she wasn't carrying enough.

Due to running into Principal Wood who she couldn't help but feel was acting… off she had to make an appearance at school. There she was in her office researching evil on the internet. Why couldn't she be normal? Just work in a 9 to 5 job and go home? Was that too much to ask for? All the battles she won; all the victories she had achieved had led to this… not even a hint of bronze medal let alone a gold one. The slayer in her was restless, wanting to go out and hunt. It knew that evil was afoot and wanted to tackle it head on but where and how would it even begin to start.

A knock came at her door. "Come in," she said, and her dull mood brightened when she saw the object of her affections R.J poke his head in.

"Hi there Mrs Summers," he said careful in the school grounds to maintain the idea of being a simple student around Buffy. She had messaged him about the importance of not dropping that illusion. "We had an appointment."

"Mr Brooks," she said to him with a sly smile motioning him to close the door behind him. She was once again grateful that Principal Wood placed great importance on the mental health and well being of his students hence giving the guidance counsellor her own office. As soon as he was inside where the blinds were all down, she decided searching for evil could be done some other time. She got up from her chair and went over to him leaning up and kissing him. He moaned breaking off the kiss when he heard the door clicked as she had reached down and locked the door. She flashed him a grin as she separated from him.

"It's ummm good to see you," he offered than grimaced as it sounded so lame.

"It's good to see you too," she told him which was the truth given the last 24 hours she had to endure. He looked unsure what to do or say. I mean what is there ever to say to an older beautiful woman? Hey Buffy, are we going to make out again like what we did in your car because that was great! Not the best line but certainly a question that was rattling around in his head. He spent much of last night not thinking about Buffy Summers. Not thinking about her beautiful eyes, her honestly around him, her crooked nose and he had definitely not been thinking about her hot lips, her perfume filling his head, his hands running along her naked body and making her scream and moan. Nope certainly not been thinking about that at all.

Not even in the shower.

Buffy decided to answer any question he had by resting on her table and pulling him towards her. They kissed again basking in the emotions that it channelled in their bodies. She kept her hands around his neck as their lips moved over each other but noticed that his own hands were simply staying by her side. Here she was making out with him, and he was being revoltingly safe. This simply wouldn't do.

Kicking them away from her desk she pulled him to her couch pushing him down on it. There after removing her suit jacket she straddled him with her thighs either side of his. She gave no notice of his slightly 'dear in headlights' expression on his face and instead she took his hand and slipped it under her top and up her body towards her left breast. She closed her eyes as she encouraged the teenager's hand to cup her fully, gently squeezing as one of his digits caressed her slowly hardening nipple through the fabric of her bra. Buffy snuggled up closer to the teenager and tilted her head, so her face was pressed into the crook of the student's neck letting herself breathe in the scents of R.J's skin. She turned her head a little more and placed a soft kiss on the column of his throat. As the teenager's hand was still on her left breast, Buffy raised her right arm so she could bring it up to the side of his head, gently twisting his hair in her fingers. "R.J," Buffy murmured before kissing his neck again.

R.J froze as if he had been caught raiding the cookie jar. "What? Did I go too far?!"

She chuckled a little. "No… I was just going to say… harder." She nipped at the skin on the teenager's throat gently before squeezing her hand which was over his, controlling his hand. She squeezed his hand hard, moulding both their palms over her breast before she lifted his hand off and pushed it slowly over her skin, back down her body to her stomach and the waist band of her jeans. He let out a gasp so she held his hand there as she took a firmer hold of his head and pulled it down, capturing his mouth with hers in with a kiss, parting her lips when she felt R.J's tongue seek entrance. Buffy twisted her fingers tighter in his hair as the kiss became more insistent and the teenager suddenly remembered he had another hand and copped a feel of one of her breasts again. Buffy smiled into the kiss and then broke away, looking up into the teen's eyes. "Any chance huh?"

"Ummm… I just can't help it," he admitted. "I mean they are here! They are right here!"

"Not the only thing that is right here," she teased shifting a little to raise herself to bring his hand at the waistband of her jeans a little lower to her panties.

He hummed a little feeling her underwear his mind racing a little. He was R.J Brooks, one of the school's many pupils, nothing special but was now petting, caressing, and kneading Buffy Summers's sexy body in her office. It was a situation he couldn't quite wrap his mind around.

"R.J… are you a virgin?" she asked. It was a question that sounded like a bomb being dropped or a chainsaw being started right next to one's ear. Suddenly he felt tense and ashamed like he had missed out on something that all the cool kids had done. He moved his arms away from her which told her the answer. "It's okay."

"Hardly!" R.J grunted shifting her, so she was now sitting next to him. He sulked as a teenager feeling insecure.

"You didn't lose your virginity when you were wearing your magical jacket?" she asked gently causing him to huff and roll his eyes. Of course he had thought about it.

Like any teenager he thought he would have lost his virginity first chance he had to anyone who offered. But even with the girls thawing over him and engaging in some make out sessions he just didn't feel like he could or more importantly should take that step. He didn't want to have some brainwashed girl all over him but deep down wanted the girl to want to be there. "Guess it's not really cool huh?" he stated more than a little embarrassed.

She took his hand rubbing it gently. "It's fine," she tries to comfort him. "First times can be difficult so it can be better to wait. Things happen that can be beyond your control." In her experience that was an understatement. Like the guy losing his soul and becoming her sworn enemy because she gave me a moment of true happiness. The sex was ok, but the morning after sucked hard. He gave her an unconvinced shrug, so she pushed him a little on the couch before getting back on top of him. "Besides it's not like you have never touched a woman," she said sultry with a playful twinkle in her eye. "I seem to recall you being very eager in the classroom."

He would have agreed if she had not kissed him again managing to move both herself and him so that they were lying almost length ways on the sofa, and she was more or less on top of her. R.J felt Buffy's lips part, inviting his tongue into her mouth as she ran her hands down his chest. The teenager placed one of his hands back yet again on Buffy's breast and caressed it gently through the cotton of her top. Buffy moaned into the kiss and arched up a little closer to his body and his hand began a slow path down the side of her body, softly massaging her flesh with his fingers. When R.J's hand reached her rear, Buffy let out a murmur of encouragement against his lips as he began squeezing her ass. The heat and passion were positively intoxicating. Buffy was, she supposed, appreciative that she didn't need to stand right now, because she probably couldn't. Their kiss felt amazing, so long and wet and hot that they barely could take it.

A few minutes later, they pulled away, breathing heavily. The teenager brought his hands to Buffy's face and touched his lips to her forehead. They were silent for a moment before she spoke. "Your cock is so hard right now."

R.J couldn't help but blush. "Kind of difficult for it not to be with you… ummm on it."

Buffy smiled. "From now on I expect you to get hard the minute I walk in the room," she smirked arrogantly. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths, the heat never enough to quench the thirst. Buffy moaned into his mouth, feeling his erection push against her. She shifted, trying to create friction, succeeding but not enough. She slowly began rocking on his cock, rubbing her crotch all over his erect shaft.

"Want you so bad," he managed to get out between kisses.

"We can't fuck here," Buffy explained, sucking his bottom lip, then thrusting her tongue back inside his mouth. The second she did he began sucking on it, pulling her tongue hard into his mouth. His arms embraced her tight as they moved slowly, but deeply against one another.

"Buffy...please," he let out. She had reduced him to nothing more than a begging man.

His torn voice begged, causing her to rock again, grinding his cock hard. "We can't. Not here in at school."

"Please." R.J concentrated on her neck, kissing and licking every inch of her heated flesh he could taste.

"I'll give you a little something. But I'm not sure it will satisfy you," she whispered.

"Anything… please," he growled against her ear.

Buffy pulled back a little. "Stay." One word command. She looked around, observing that the door was firmly locked, the blinds were closed and via slayer hearing there was no one in the halls nearby. Slowly, she pulled the bottom of her top up over her head setting it on the ground next to her. She smirked at his horny expression before unclasping her bra. The hard brown nipples stiffened even more as the exposed air hit them. Licking her lips, Buffy cupped her right breast and leaned forward. "Suck."

R.J groaned as he made his mouth form an "O" and brought it to almost touching the end of her breast. On an impulse he took a breath and blew directly on her nipple. This elicited a stronger reaction from her than he thought it would as she shivered and squirmed on his cock, which brought his manhood to full and painful attention inside his jeans. "Now!" she growled. Buffy's words turned into a sharp gasp as the teenager suddenly closed the distance and put his mouth on her right nipple and began to suck and lick the sensitive pebble. He closed his lips tight over the nipple and squeezed as he pulled back making sound as it slipped from his mouth. Buffy groaned softly.

R.J looked up into her eyes. "You taste so good," he said now sliding his hands up her thighs to caress her tiny waist.

"Suck," Buffy ordered again, guiding his head back down to her nipple. The teenager took as much of her breast into his mouth as possible and sucked down to the nipple, then again, and again, then he switched breasts and continued. She began to rock back and forth on his now bulging crotch and running her fingers through the back of his hair, gasping occasionally and moaning often. His hands had moved to her ass as he pulled her pelvis hard against himself in time with her rocking motion. He slathered over each of her brown nipples. He took the flat of his tongue and licked from the bottom to the top of her tits and from side to side. He just generally enjoyed the hell out of them. Buffy kept her hands on his head directing him to her most sensitive spots. She knew this was crazy and so wrong, but she was so far gone at this point. Her mounds were now coated with his saliva, and he kept it up relentlessly. At her insistence he applied some pressure as he suckled her nipple, pulling and tugging the tip. Buffy held his head in place as he pleasured her, sucking one nipple, and then the other, giving both equal attention.

After several minutes of this, Buffy stiffened and pushed his face harder onto her breast while grinding her crotch on the bulge in his jeans. Her sex rested right above his as she made hard circles, slow and torturous. R.J couldn't but let out a gasp as he felt her movement over his rock-hard cock. Buffy grinded harder too far gone in her head as it was charged with desire and need. He grasped her ass harder fingers digging into her as he rocked against her. The pair now dry humping against each other grunting and breathing deeply until R.J gasped out loud into her chest. At the same time Buffy made small jerking motions on top of him until she made a soft whimper and let out a sigh.

When her small spasms ended, he leaned back a bit to look at her. Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes bright and so full of life. Her breasts were slick and shining from his efforts, and not just the nipple. She was wet from the top of her mound, all around the slope, the sweet curve he loved so well. He ran his hands down her smooth back and over her ass, marvelling at the fact that she had orgasmed just from having her nipples sucked.

"Wow," he said looking in her eyes.

"Pretty good," she breathed giving him a smile. This was the best she was feeling all day as she reached down for her bra. He wiped some saliva off his mouth with the back of his hand while she picked up her top and put it back on before moving off him to get some tissues at her desk.

He looked away, turning red himself as he realised, he'd have to change his underwear. Buffy faced away from him doing a quick clean up before handing him some tissues. He looked embarrassed unable to meet her eyes. "Don't worry about it," she assured him. "Next time you're going to last longer."

"Next time?!" he repeated in amazement. She smirked at his cuteness and simply nodded giving him a wink.