"You want me to do what?" Spike groaned putting on his shoes sitting on the makeshift bed that he had been resting on in Buffy's basement.

"Train with the potential slayers," Xander stated. "We now have had four more join the troop. Don't ask me to name them; they're popping up so fast it's hard to keep track of who's who."

"Bloody wonderful, a house full of Slayers. Just enough to make a vampire uncomfortable," the bleached blonde vampire grumbled.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about it. Most of them probably wouldn't know what to do if they ever crossed paths with one, hence the name 'slayers in training'," Xander stated.

"Really?" Spike seemed surprised. So, this was the Giles's plan? Bring a bunch of untrained and talentless girls to the most dangerous place on earth with some unspeakable evil?! Was named operation 'Cannon Fodder' or operation 'Human Sheid'?

"Yeah, but listen why I'm here is simple," Xander continued. "Buff says they really need to get working on that training part and soon. You want to stick around you must earn your keep. Hey, that's what you could do. Be Buffy's punching bag. You were always good at that." Xander grinned evilly.

"Ah, Harris, you're a riot sometimes. Sorry if I don't laugh at all your stupid jokes," Spike glared at the mortal man. He stood slowly from the bed.

"You about ready to head up gimpy?" Xander asked the vampire in complete indifference and uncaring. They weren't friends and neither were planning on friends.

Spike chortled deeply as he walked towards Xander. He looked at him solemnly and said without any emotion in his voice, "Another good one, Harris. My sides are splitting as we speak."

Xander smiled and snickered at him as Spike hobbled out across the basement in front of him. He had stopped at the top of the stairs and stared at all the steps that lay before him, just waiting there for him to conquer. Xander came up next to him and did the same. "Sorry we didn't roll out the red carpet for you or install an escalator while you were snoozing, but you are going to have to climb them."

Xander reached to pull Spike's arm over his shoulder, but Spike twisted it away. "I can *do* this myself. I'm no sissy, I can take the pain. Besides, there's only, what, five or six steps?"

"Um, I'd say closer to ten or twelve," Xander started counting with his finger waving in the air as Spike turned and watched him. Xander smiled and shook his head up and down. "What? I was right! Don't look at me like that," the brunette scoffed but still looked proud.

"Are you boys going to stand up there and squabble all night? Because really, we don't want to hear it right now," Willow was standing at the top with her arms crossed trying to look stern.

Spike swatted Xander in the stomach lightly with the back of his hand. "See that you wanker, you got us into trouble," he mumbled while smiling sweetly at the witch.

"Me? You're the one standing here debating on whether to be all manly and walk up the steps by yourself or not," Xander fired back. Willow rolled her eyes at the two men who were bitching at each other like children. She cleared her throat, and both stopped looking a little sheepish. Spike growled and grabbed onto the banister with a death grip. The first step down was a doozy as he winced and swayed back and forth from the tremendous shock of pain that zipped through him. Xander followed beside him, but never tried to help. He would wait for the stupid vampire to ask first. Spike inhaled deeply before trying the next step and slid his hand down a bit on the banister before his attempt. But the second he stepped down; the pain was indescribable. He let out a cry of pain, his knees buckling under him, and he began to black out. He felt an arm wrap around him and lift him up and two hands spread wide across his chest to hold him up. Lifting his head, he found himself staring into Red's green eyes.

"Let us help, Mr. Stubborn pants," she told him softly.

"All right! all right! I give in. I admit," Spike muttered noticed the crowd gathering throughout the kitchen. Girls, the slayer in training as Xander described them giving him various looks. Fear, curiosity, disgust, interest and a few more he was more than used to. He rolled his eyes and looked away from all the prying eyes. "I need help," he mumbled regretfully.

"Good boy," Willow smiled coyly while lightly patting him on the chest. She slowly backed a way up the steps to allow him the room to ascend along with the Xander crutch but close enough to catch him if he started to fall backward again. Spike gritted his teeth preparing for the next step which wasn't as bad. He was grateful when Dawn, Buffy's little sister ushered the girls away into the living room. He wasn't really in the mood to perform for an audience even though they were all the female persuasion. Things like that didn't matter to him anymore. By the time he finished his last thought, he was on the landing. He let out a lungful of air he had been unconsciously holding while Xander removed his arm from around him and Spike pushed him away not even grumbling a possible word of gratitude under his breath. He was a little afraid to move just yet since his legs felt a little like rubber at any moment. And that would be a picture worth a thousand words for someone like Harris. Spike sprawled out face first on the floor in front of everyone.

"Are you doing, ok?" Willow asked him sincerely.

"Oh, fine. Really fine once the feeling in my legs go back to normal," he shrugged trying to play it cool.

"Maybe this isn't the best idea," Xander spoke up. "I mean him training the girls," he pointed to the still battered and bruised Spike who looked as threatening as a trip to the hair salon. "He doesn't look up to it."

Dawn nodded taking in the vampire. "You don't look very mobile."

"I'm deadly in any position even sitting down," Spike muttered darkly. "Besides I got decades of experience in combat and fighting I can give them plenty of pointers and teach them a trick or two even from the sidelines. Besides this is the slayer's idea is not. Go complain to her," he looked around. "Where is the little lady?"

"Working late," Willow informed him causing Spike to quickly perk up as he slowly made his way to lean and rest on the kitchen worktop.

"Working late, is she?" he mused eyeing the others. Of course, no one questioned Buffy or her actions. Good little Scoobies loyal to the core. And blind as three blind mice. "Not really the time to be trying to become employee of the month when we have bigger issues going on?" he pointed out hoping the others might catch on with what he was suggesting. 'Come on you halfwits catch on! Do I really need to spell it out for you!' Spike thought to himself.

"I doubt very much she wants to hang around here with you in the house… probably brings back some dark memories and all that," Xander replied glaring at the vampire who shifted a little uneasy.

"I can relate to that," Dawn said folding her arms acting defiant. The vampire grimaced. His past actions and history weren't helping him at all. He was in a room full of Buffy worshippers, and he was seen as the devil. His presence was tolerated barely. These people wouldn't believe a word he said even if he had proof, witnesses and a documentary series based on what Buffy was up to. Best give in and play nice for now.

"Look I am sure that Buffy is trying to get away from work to be here as fast as possible so she can focus on this," Willow stated firmly.

Across town in a cheap motel Buffy arched a little on the bed staring up at the disgusting, yellow-water-stained ceiling in the motel room she rented. Her thighs were clenched tightly around her lover's R.J's head as his lips and tongue caressed her clitoris and explored her burning core down. She glanced down all at the teenager between her legs watching him work. "That's good!" she muttered.

The teen lifted his head from his lover's thighs. "Really? I'm doing good at this?" he asked innocently and eagerly his lips glistering with her juices.

Buffy smirked at him. "Pretty good but practice makes perform so less talking." She said encouraging by flexing her knees, opening herself more to him. He looked at her triangle of fine light brown hair, he could see the glistening of her juices slowly escaping from her folds. The scent was like nothing he had ever smelled before - a mixture of musk and sweetness. He lowered his head again and went back to kissing and sucking it. When he lowered mis mouth to her folds, her eyes drifted shut and her other hand massaged her aching breasts as he went to work.

Spreading her folds with his fingers, the teen dipped his tongue into her and felt her shudder. Licking up as much of her juices as he could, he moved to the top of her folds where her clit was standing firm and hot, pulsing with her heartbeat sucking on it. The older woman groaned slightly grinding her pussy against the teenager's lips as she kept one hand tangled in his hair directing him. It was on timely his second time eating pussy, and he needed a little guidance and instruction at the task. The first time had been when Buffy true to her word had handcuffed herself to the bed in front of the awe stuck teen. R.J had then spent the next hour or two enjoying the hell out of the blonde to both her amusement and enjoyment. But his oral skills needed some work. Even tonight it wasn't easy as the teenager wasn't that skilled and a little nervous. Just as she began to feel as though this torment might never end, that her needs would never be fully answered, leaving her forever frustrated, almost at the point of climax but never quite achieving it, she felt her lover's tongue suddenly attack her throbbing clitoris and she loudly moaned her approval.

"Yes! Yes! Just like that! Right there!" she moaned as she squirmed helplessly under the wonderful assault.

Again R.J poked his head up. "Buffy, are you OK? I'm not hurting you?" He was starting to get concerned.

Buffy replied in a breathless frustrated voice, "I'm OK, I'm OK, don't stop, please don't stop!" She said pushing his head back down with a little slayer strength. He mercilessly went back to licking her pussy. A second lick, a third, and she had to yell as she was suddenly caught up in an orgasmic tidal wave that rushed through her and relentlessly carried her away. She shook helplessly, her spine stiffening and her entire body spasming as sensations coursed through her. Her fingers gripped the back of his head tightly causing him to muffle in between her legs while she pulled at her nipple hard.

After several delightfully interminable moments, Buffy slumped bonelessly onto the mattress, her entire body feeling like boiled spaghetti as she panted heavily, trying to regain her breath. She felt R.J move up from her legs as she had released him, he emerged slightly gasping for breath. The blonde slayer sat up and reach down for the teen, yanking him up so that they were face to face. Intertwining her legs with his, she rolled them both over, with Buffy winding up on top of him, straddling his stomach. Bending forward, she kissed him on the mouth, licking up the traces of her juices that were still on my lips. "You were pretty good, definitely got a talent for that," she muttered against his skin as she started to kiss his face and throat.

"Really?" R.J muttered slightly bewildered. Her answer was a deep slow kiss that he couldn't help but enjoy. She shifted around on top on him, trying to get more comfortable, when her hips brushed against a certain part of R. J's. Buffy stopped kissing him and looked at the teen with a small smile on her face.

"You know R.J, I should really be thanking you proper. I don't think we even started in on that yet," Buffy said in a low sultry voice, moving her hips in a slow motion against his. The teen had to bite his lip to keep from groaning out loud. "I'm going to fuck you so good for that," she promised him as she reached for his cock, and positioning him properly, slid down on top of him.

"You're Beautiful" R.J said his tone of voice and eyes told of his complete honesty as he looked at this blonde goddess before him.

"Thank you, you look… edible," Buffy replied. Both of their voices were coarse with lust as she began to ride him. Slayers lived in the moment. Their power and goals were meant to deal with the present, typically vanquishing evil but Buffy wasn't interested in fighting evil right now. The only thing that mattered was getting her lover off and coming together. Slayers were also masters of their bodies and Buffy also knew she was good on top. No man or vampire she had met could handle her when she was riding. She was always great at riding her lover in the best rhythm to get the most friction and pleasure building. She was in control of the pace and rode his cock wild and hard, swelling that coil of pleasure at her centre pulling at him like it was the first time she'd ever tasted sugar.

R.J grunted and gasped under her as his hands rubbed her amazing body, searching the sensitive zones that he had learned could make her shiver and moan. His pool of experience unconsciously guided his hands to quickly identify her pleasure spots. The dimples over her ass made her shiver; Tracing her lower abdominal muscles made her squeeze her legs together; Nibbling her neck and earlobes, and massaging between her trapezius muscles, mustered moans from her full lips. It all made her hold him desperately as she rode him. He grunted and bucked hard cumming deep inside her as she came again spasming against him. The collapsed against each other enjoying the pleasure that this little world that they had built for each other offered. The teen finally spoke up rubbing Buffy's back in a soothing motion. "I can't believe I didn't see you all day," he muttered referring to the fact that they had been too busy today to catch up.

"Aww did you miss me?" she replied playfully bringing her head up to meet his.

"Totally," he confessed without any shame looking into her eyes. "It's just… last time you were here you said you were gonna call and you didn't. Like I saw your text to meet up and all but I just missed seeing you," he confessed and the desperation was clear even to himself Pathetic. He closed his eyes as the shame washed over him. "I just sometimes wish we could just hang out and I could see you."

"We can't do you understand?" She told him. "It has to be like this. If anyone and I mean anyone finds out about us. It will all be over."

He sighed at that. He was living in a real-life affair. Too good to be true! It was as hot and sexy as he could ever imagine. Yes, there were downsides. Simply being in the same high school with her was torture enough! Not being able to say hi or even grin in her direction because it was all forbidden. "I know, I know," he replied but clearly wasn't happy about it.

"R.J," she sat up comfortable in her nudity. "We have to stay hidden and under the radar. I could lose my job and even worse that prison. I am older than you we shouldn't even be doing this," she gestured between them.

"What is this?" He asked leaning on his elbow to look at her.

She lowered her She had been skirting around that issue rather simply having sex with him. Sex she can do, she can do very well. Emotions, relationships and feelings they were always tricky waters for her to travel in. "It's just fun R.J," Buffy explained to him. "It's an escape from reality. It's just us having fun… if you can't handle that then we have to stop."

"No!" he said quickly shooting up alarmed causing her to blush. "No, I can't handle that believe me I can!" In truth he wanted a little more. He was utterly bewitched by his beauty before him and was already falling under her spell.

"Good," she grinned leaning forward and kissing him sweetly. She then rolled off the bed and stood proudly well aware his attention was on her naked body. She revelled in the way his eyes were roaming her body. "We better get cleaned up and head off its already getting late," she stated only to be pulled back down on the bed.

"Oh no you aren't going anywhere just yet!" R.J announced boldly turned on by her body. "I think I got another round left in me!"

Buffy smiled at his obvious macho tough guy acting. "Oh, really just for me?" she asked him innocently eyeing his hard cock very much playing the helpless little girl for his benefit. "I feel so lucky and honoured. It's every girl's dream to have bed a star quarterback."

"I'm going to fuck you so good," R.J trying to maintain character promised her leaning down to kiss her. Buffy moaned softly enjoying the kiss wrapping her arms around him before hissing sharply as she felt his cock sliding into her sensitive pussy, spreading her dripping slit by a respectable margin. R.J himself groaned as he fully sheathed himself inside her. She felt amazing. He imagined all the guys in school who openly talk about fucking Ms. Summers and filling her with their seed. Only got the chance and this spurred him on as he began to thrust into her hard just like he had learned that she liked. The lovers intertwined their limbs as they fucked on the creaky bed forgetting about the big bad outside world.

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"The key to fighting vampires, or pretty much anything that much stronger, faster, and more agile than you, is to keep out of their way. You want to dodge, avoid, and redirect. You block a punch, and it's going to hurt. You can't go toe to toe with a vampire, exchanging blows and hoping to come out on top. For us, not getting hit is the number one priority," Buffy told the potential slayers she had gathered outside in her back garden. The oldest living, most battle tested slayer of them all time was currently teaching them self-defence.

"But you get hit," one of the potentials tentatively spoke up from where she was standing. "You don't dodge blows."

"That's because she got special powers and all we got is a number in a queue," Rona another potential pointed out.

"You have the power too," Buffy said to the girl getting into her face. "Maybe not mine but there is a spark inside of you. That's the slayer inside of you. It's trying to get out. It' a match waiting to be lit. And I'm just trying to help you light it so maybe you should pay attention." She fired at the black girl before turning back to the others. "Demons, vampires, and all other ugly creatures that try to kill you are not human," Buffy told the girls bluntly in a strong voice. "You need to be prepared to kill anything that is not human. You need to be ready to annihilate anything that is not human because they are out to annihilate you. This is not a game. This isn't the O.C. This is a life and death job from the moment you wake up until the second you lay down in bed at night!"

Giles watched his former charge from the sidelines with slight interest. She was meant to be showing the girls different forms of self-defence, but it seemed that she was more interested in showing them how much of a drill sergeant she could be. He carried on and watching from the sidelines as Buffy continued. "You are the first line of attack. You are Slayers. Yes you are yet to be called but you are still slayers. If called your job will be to stab, cut, chop, punch, kick, bludgeon, stomp and generally beat the ever-loving hell out anything that isn't human and wants to use humanity as a snack buffet!"

"Just like the First," Vi muttered quietly to herself.

"Just like the First," confirmed Buffy having picked up on what Vi said thanks to her slayer hearing. "I'm trying to keep you alive but if you aren't going to try yourself then maybe I should stop wasting my time! Spike!" she said to the vampire who was standing by a tree in the corner of the garden. "Why don't you tell them about vampires. Full specs, all the gory details and all the facts. They need to know what they are dealing with."

"What about self defence class?" Kennedy asked in disbelief.

"I will teach it to you while you are ready," the slayer muttered as the blonde vampire moved forward gathering the girls into a circle and beginning to explain vampirism to the girls while Buffy moved off to the side where Giles was.

"A little hard on them," he commented as she came up next to them.

Buffy's head shot up to him. "What?!"

"You were being a little hard on them just now," the former watcher expanded. "Are you trying to intimidate them or terrify them?"

Buffy glared at her former watcher. "I am just trying to make sure they are taking this seriously. You were the one telling me that this was the greatest test we are facing. They need to know this isn't a cake walk or all written in the stars."

Unfortunately, Buffy was right, and the older man knew it. "Maybe," he agreed but approached the younger and smaller woman and spoke in a softer and more sympatric manner. "Just take it easy on them Buffy, okay. You're supposed to teach them without alienating them. Once they get out of here, they'll harden up on their own I am sure of it. They don't need that from you."

Yet again she was being lectured about what to do and how to do it by someone who was probably more qualified to lead yet expected her to do the job. For a second, she considered his words. In this place, a place she was meant to call home she was emotionless and mechanical or worse tough. This was meant to be the place she could call home and escape from all of life's horrors instead it was increasingly feeling like it was boot camp or the base of her operations. No thanks due to Giles offloading more and more slayer wannabes on her doorstep. He was even due to fly out tomorrow and search for more. Thanks to Giles she had to lead. No scatch that thanks to Spike and what he tried to do to her in her own bathroom it would never truly feel like home to her. "Life's hard no matter how you look at it, Giles," she stated as a fact of fact. "They might as well get used to it. Didn't I?" With that she headed off away from the Englishman and the girls. "I'm going go patrol."

"Perhaps you take them with you," Giles suggested to the departing blonde.

"I don't know what the First is doing right now," Buffy told him. "If they come with me, I could lead them into a trap or worse. Best I go for a night and scout around it out. They can come on the next patrol if they are ready."

With that the slayer headed into the house quickly pulling out her phone and texting her little secret a quick message. She pushed her phone back in her jacket when her sister came up to her. "Hey, you are heading out?" she asked her older sister.

"Yeah, I want to check Hammersmith Park and swing round a few of the cemeteries around there, been awhile since I was there," Buffy quickly said heading to the house stairs.

"Well maybe I could come with you keep you company," Dawn suggested eager to spend time with her older sister. With all that has happened in the last few weeks they hadn't been able to hang out like they had this summer.

Shaking her head Buffy rejected the idea naturally. "It's not safe for you out there, Dawn."

"The safest place in the town is right next to you," Dawn pointed out. "I can help you know I really can."

Buffy turned around. "I know you can, and I know you will but right now this is something I need to face alone." And with that the slayer went upstairs to change into something she could patrol in… and some sexy underwear.

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R.J was sat on his desk frowning over his chemistry homework. It looked right but he had long learned that did not necessary mean that it was right. He sighed as he hated the sciences, but he had been told that they were necessary. In truth he didn't understand that he had no plans on being a mad professor or study the gases on some distant planet. Still hopefully this would be good enough to pass. He frowned when he heard a knock on his window. In the corner of his eye he spotted a shape moving at the window. Cautiously, the teenager eased moved away from his desk and homework. Edging closer to the window, the teen almost jumped out of his skin when a face appeared. It was grinning at him. "God!" he cursed. "Buffy, what the hell are you doing?" he demanded, his irritation directed more at the fact that he had nearly had a heart attack than the other girl.

"Just let me in," Buffy replied, rolling her eyes.

Pushing the window up, R.J allowed the smaller woman to clamber over the sill and into the bedroom. "I didn't think I would see you tonight until you messaged me," he said. "Likewise, I thought you would at least use the front door," he trailed off eyeing the window. How did she managed to get up there?

"It was nothing no biggie didn't want any neighbours seeing me I can stealthy when I want to be," she assured him before noticing the poster of Britney Spears scantily clad and posing with a snake on his bedroom wall. She turned and raised an eyebrow at him.

R.J shifted a little uneasy. "I… ummm… have a broad music taste," he offered but she continued to raise an eyebrow at him. "I was going to take it down anyway her last album didn't work for me!"

"Yeah right," she remarked shaking his head looking around the room. So this was R.J's bedroom. It was pretty much a standard teenager's room. A few comic books stacked on the shelves, a few clothes left lying around, an unmade bed and the odd movie poster along with Britney. She glanced around before noticing some notes on a chair by the side of the wall. "What's this? Poetry?" She asked not bothering to wait for the answer and picked up a page reading it.

"It's stupid," he muttered rushing to take the page from her embarrassed, but she kept it away from her reading it.

"No, it's sweet," she replied being touched by his words that she was reading. "Better than that it's honest, pure and heartfelt. You got a talent."

R.J seemed unconvinced. "Coach Williams didn't think so. Told me I was lucky to even be on the football team. Chewed me out a few times for my poor passes."

"Yeah, well you should see coach Williams chew his food at lunch," Buffy said grimaced grhaving seen the Sunnydale football coach eat his food in the faculty lounge too many times for her liking. "It's very good," she told him honestly handing back the page. He turned red a little as he slipped it back in a folder where he kept all his work.

Buffy didn't reply merely smirked a little lazily lowering the zipper to her hoodie down revealing her tank top underneath pulling off her hoodie completely. The teenager smiled a little as she moved forward and kissed the teen languorously causing him to moan as he savoured the taste of her lips. He couldn't say no to her. He never did. He was totally at her command. The blonde parted her lips in invitation, allowing the teen to taste her more deeply, which R.J did willingly, exploring every inch of Buffy's sweet, lush mouth. He took her in his arms almost giddy at the fact that he was making out with her in his own room. She piled off his t-shirt eagerly wanting to feel his bare flesh.

"You said your mom was away this evening," she said breathlessly pulling off her tank top and revealing one of her more exotic bras. She didn't even wait for the answer pulling him in for another long, suggestive kiss. The woman's arms locked around his neck, pressing their bodies even more closely together.

R.J grunted as he felt her fingernails along his back. "She is… some girls night out with her friends." He muttered against her lips. "Won't be back till late." Buffy's lips tasted so fucking sweet. He couldn't get enough of them. They backed up slowly towards his bed, completely lost in the exploration of lips and tongues. His trousers were pushed down and off and soon he was pushed down on a bed. The slayer grinned sultry at him as she unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off. She stood before the teen in some sinful underwear all powerful and dominate. "How many times you dream fucking me in this bed?" she asked him seductively eyeing his tented underwear.

"Too many," he confessed.

Buffy moaned at that needing him and wanting him. She moved down onto the bed attacking him with her lips. Their hands groped and caressed everywhere, their mouths clashing against one another, and they moaned and muttered their needs to one another. His boxers and her underwear came off as the pair lost themselves to pleasure.

"Since we are christening the bed, we should make it memorable," she announced moving away from him. He looked confused until he saw her coming up onto her hands and knees ass swaying slightly in front of him. After a moment he needed no further encouragement as he quickly moved forward behind her. She bucked involuntarily as she felt him brush against her spreading her knees apart wider. His hips ground against hers as his cock slipped between her ass cheeks and inside her moist warm centre. One of his hands grasped her shoulder, and she braced herself to take his weight.

"Oh my god, babe!" he moaned at the sight of her firm back muscles and apple shaped ass as he entered her from behind.

"You are never going to look at this bed in the same way again!" She said smirking sexily over her shoulder. She let out a sigh of pleasure as his other hand reached around her ribs to caress her breasts. As his fingers massaged her nipple, he gave into his instincts and began to thrust unable to keep from moaning at the feel of her. Never the shy type, she began giving as good as she's getting, vigorously humping back at his every thrust.

R.J was running on instinct thrusting into his guidance teacher from behind. Not for the first time he couldn't believe this was happening. That this sinful creature before him had chosen him to be his mate. She was unreal. A quick glance at a mirror revealed her reflection and he was unable to take his eyes off of her. Eye closed she was thrusting wantonly in time with him, perspiration beginning to coat her skin, and her mouth had a killer grin on it. She was so memorable he lost his rhythm.

"Focus!" She hissed at him looking at his gaze in the mirror. He looked into her eyes hypnotised by her sultry expression. "Pull my hair," she commanded, and he did so grabbing a fist full of it causing her head to snap back and her breasts to thrust up into the air to anyone that wanted them. She grinned as she felt him move harder inside her. More urgent, more reckless and wilder.

"Mmm, you feel so fucking good!" R.J grunted slamming into her ass. He groaned deeply as he closed his eyes in bliss. Feeling close to snapping he thrusted harder and harder against the welcoming woman until he could barely hold back anymore. "Need you, Buffy... only you... need you so bad... always need you," he in an incomprehensible way. All hope, sense, and thought fled him.

"Cum inside me, R.J," Buffy moaned close to the edge herself. "I want to feel you coming inside me. Please." His cock leapt from her vocal command, the sound of her name escaping his lips in time with every deep thrust, his length pulsing heated satisfying bursts within her, sated at long last, draining himself dry in her.

Buffy felt him cum inside her and it pushed her over the edge. Her back arched as she moaned deeply with waves of pleasure flooding her entire body. She welcomed the pleasure in open arms running towards it and embracing it whole. The pair collapsed on the bed breathing deeply and trying to get their heart rates down. "Wow," R.J gasped, his face beaming like it was Christmas day, as he replayed the sex, he had just engaged in. "Just… wow. I don't- well, that—what we did—was just, wow… wasn't it?"

Nodding with an amused grin and rolling on her side to face him, Buffy replied, "Top-tier wow, no doubt."

"Seriously? I was good?" R.J asked nervously.

"Very good," she confirmed to him knowing how fragile boys could be. He did deserve to hear some nice compliments. He was a far more skilled lover than when they had started all of this. Their sessions had long since taught them both how to please the other.

"You are way better than my porno," he blurted out causing Buffy to giggle. "I mean not that I watched porno!" he added quickly keen to repair his statement. "I never watched it certainly not since we started any of this!"

"I'm glad that I am better than any of your dirty little videos!" She joked as she leaned her head up and once again the lovers kissed enjoying the taste of each other. Until that is she saw the time on the alarm clock. Cursing she shot out of the bed to gather her clothes.

"Where are you going?" R.J whined sounding every inch a teenager.

Buffy quickly began to put on her clothes. "It's late I only stopped over for_"

"A quickie!" R.J responded grabbing his boxers. He didn't look please nor was he. How was it that she could come and go into this thing whenever she pleased yet he was given nothing but rules to follow? Truth was that he needed Buffy Summers like a drug, and there was no cure for this addiction. And every time he saw her, all he could think about was getting another dose.

"You weren't complaining at the time!" Buffy pointed out as she buttoned her jeans.

"Well maybe I'm complaining now!" He replied ruefully. "It seems like you just click your fingers and I'm at your beck and call whenever you want!" He continued in a petty mood annoyed to himself that he had given in so quickly.

"I told you it has to be this way," Buffy replied to him. "This is just fun, an escape."

"Yeah, I know it's just fun!" R.J cursed sarcastically as he stood up pacing around his room in frustration. "You are the one bending all the rules and taking the big risk by coming over to my house you know! I bet if I turned up at your place all hell would break loose! And why do you always talk about escaping? What do you have to escape from?"

"You wouldn't understand," she informed but he wasn't happy with that. Far from it.

"Try me! You know about the magic jacket so we both agree on the supernatural and magic exists in some form. From what kind of stories, I heard about your high school experience you were involved in something very weird so why don't you tell me what it is?!"

"Because I don't want you stained by it!" She cried out. "I've seen things you wouldn't believe, experienced events you would dismiss and done it all many times over. Worse still I have involved my friends in all of it. And they won't leave me. They stained by this hellish world I live in. It's caused them so much pain and grief, yet they won't leave me! Everyone who finds out this life I lead… they want in. They want to help me and it's the biggest mistake of their lives. So, I don't want you to know I don't want you to know any of it because once you do… it's over for you." Buffy finished her little speech with tears in her eyes. It was one of the most honest and raw speeches she had ever made. She was the Slayer, the Chosen One, the mystically anointed nemesis of vampires, demons and things that go bump in the night, and meant to do all her work alone. But since she had arrived here as a slayer various, and an increasing number of people had learnt the truth. Some had died because of it but most had pitched in to help her often at the cost of their own personal lives.

They were meant to be normal people without any preordained destinies, they could be the ones who could have a normal lives with a partner and children and a dog, who could have the house with the white picket fence and the nine-to-five job that didn't have anything to do with demons and blood and death and possibly dying in any of a thousand different and painful ways just like her. But just like they had been forced into staying into this life and it had cost them all dearly. Giles had lost Jenny Calendar and some of his best years, Xander and Anya's relationship had imploded, and sweet Tara had been taken from Willow. None of her friends had much of chance of a living a regular life. So the last thing she wanted to do was drag someone else in it.

"Buffy I can deal with anything you can tell me," he said softly moving forward to hug the silently weeping woman but she moved away from him.

"No!" she hissed at him. "It was a mistake coming here tonight. This whole thing was a mistake! It's all a mistake!" She moved quickly eager to get away close to breaking point.

"Buffy!" he cried out but it was too late. She was out the window and gone.