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The White Picket Fences	By : QueenB Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female Views: 2825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Giles had reassured her time and again that the mystical convergence of constellations, signs, portents and whatnot had passed, making it impossible for Glory to use the Key. But she had to go check Glory’s former place of human residence to make certain. Seeing the gaping crater in the ground which had taken out the apartment building as well as the car (and how was she going to explain that to the insurance company?) greatly eased any lingering doubts she might have had.

Buffy finished her patrol in record time and squared her shoulders. She headed back to her home and once again silently patted herself on the back. She had decided it would have made things too tense at home to have Angel around. So she parked his bleeding carcass at his mansion on Crawford Street. She’d dropped in at Willy’s and sweetly told him that Angelus was back in town. She pointed out how he might still be holding a grudge because of Willy turning him over to Spike and the bartender had immediately coughed up the good stuff—O positive, compliments of the house.

She had Xander deliver him the blood, however. There was nothing left to say between the two of them and she wanted to keep it that way. Now she wanted to get back to her boyfriend—her real boyfriend. She quietly opened the house door and called out, “Dawn? Riley? Anybody home?”

Riley jogged down the stairs and smiled uncertainly at her. As soon as she recovered her strength, Willow had performed a healing spell on him. The only thing left from his run-in with the Knight of Byzantium was a thin silvery scar on his abdomen. Still, Buffy had adamantly refused to allow him with her on patrol until she was sure he was completely out of the woods.

“Hey, Buffy.”

“Hey, lover.”

Riley blinked at the statement. She’d never before graced him with that title before. It was unexpectedly sweet hearing her do so now. “How was patrol? Any major demons?”

“Just about the same. For awhile I was running into demons trying to avoid the end of the world as we know it or demons trying to cash in on all the mayhem. With Glory gone and things back to normal—well, as normal as it ever gets around here—the monster world is pretty quiet.”

He walked over to her and hugged her. He was surprised when she hugged him back and kissed him fiercely. When she backed off and he could breathe again, he gasped out, “Wow. What was that for?”

“You. Just for being you.”

“Oh.” Strangely, the words didn’t entirely dispel his uncertainty and he struggled against the feeling. Buffy was with him now. After getting Angel away from Glory and seeing to his comfort, she’d refused to go near the vampire again.

It had hurt Riley to know that she’d met him in the cemetery after her mother had been buried. But she had assured him repeatedly that her love for Angel was a thing of the past. Some part of her would always belong to him; he was a first love and nobody ever forgot that completely. She had appreciated his company as that of a good friend doing a kind service. But that was all.

Buffy could sense his hesitancy. Now that she was actually focused on her boyfriend, she found it remarkably easy to pick up on his emotions. [Guess I wasn’t really paying attention before. That’s going to change.]

She stood on tiptoe and kissed him again, this time making it slow and tender, drawing it out. He pulled back once more and let his lips trace a path across her chin, cheek and forehead before returning to her mouth again. “Buffy.”

“Hmmm, what?”

“I want…I mean, I feel much stronger now. My stomach doesn’t hurt. Do you think we could…?”

She grinned at his fumbling words. In spite of being a soldier for who-knew-how-many years, he could be as delicate as a virgin when discussing sex with her. She found she liked that. Buffy tilted her head and let out a regretful sigh. “I don’t know, Riley. With Dawn in the house…”

“It’s okay. I’m not in any hurry.” As he began to pull away, she pulled him back and eyed him speculatively. “What?”

She ran a hand lightly down the front of his T-shirt. “We could always go to the basement. There’s a cot down there. It’s not the most comfortable place but we could make do.”

His heart began to pound as he searched her face. Her look was so loving, more so than he’d seen in weeks. But he had to be certain this was what she wanted. “Are you sure, Buffy? If you think it’s too soon after your mother’s funeral, we could wait.”

She reached up and cupped his face in both hands, staring into his shadowed eyes. There was such doubt in those depths and she knew she was partially responsible for it. “I’m sure mom wouldn’t mind. She really liked you, Riley. You were the decent guy every mom hopes her daughter will get. And she was right about you.

“But what I feel for you has nothing to do with what she wanted for me or even my friends. I thought about you when Angel was with me at the cemetery. When I looked at him, I saw what attracted me to him in the first place. He was mysterious, dark, tortured, forbidden and good-looking—the whole bad boy image in one great package. But I never really knew him. We didn’t talk about his life or about my day. He was a kind of symbol for what a girl might want but can’t have. There was just a little bit of the schoolgirl crush mixed up in what I felt for him.

“I’m not saying what I felt for him wasn’t real or strong. It was; he was my first love and you don’t get over those. But you do get past them. Time sorta put the whole Angel dealie in perspective. What I feel for you is deeper and, I think, better in the long run. It’s not all wrapped up with danger and mystery. Angel was all about the grand gestures or the big moments—rushing in to save my life or things like my mother’s funeral and that’s fine. But love should be about the day-to-day business of living. Waking up with someone, being unashamed of having bed hair or morning breath, being comfortable with them and knowing they’ll love you no matter how bad, rotten or stinky you get.

“That’s what I’ve got with you. And that’s how I feel about you. I remember kneeling over you and seeing that knife in your stomach. I could feel my heart literally stop in my chest. I didn’t feel that when Angel came back—not even once. Even seeing him after he was tortured by Glory made me feel more irritated than anything else.

“What I’m trying to say is that—I loved him once. But I’m in love with you.”

Riley hadn’t said a word during this speech. He didn’t think he was capable of speaking. He always got a tight squeezing sensation in his chest whenever Angel’s name was mentioned. He wondered how someone who had made a woman so miserable could have such a hold over her. But Buffy had just said everything he’d ever wanted to hear. He didn’t have the words to answer her.

Evidently his silences were still hard for her to interpret. She frowned at his pensive look and ran a finger over his wrinkled forehead. “Hey. Buffy to Riley. You in there, Riley? I don’t want another broody boyfriend. What’d I say?”

“It-it’s just you, Buffy. You’re everything I ever wanted in a girlfriend. I was beginning to think you’d never feel the same about me.”

Buffy raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. “That you’re everything I’d ever want in a girlfriend? I’ve already got those, thanks.”

He laughed at her little joke. She giggled back and then silence trailed away between them. Giving way to impulse, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her towards the basement door. She giggled again. “Ooh, my big strong hero. Going all caveman on me, are ya?”

He grunted and nuzzled her hair. “More like Tarzan. You Jane.”

She smiled and flipped on the light so he could clearly see the stairs. “Actually, I was a cavegirl once, courtesy of some funky enchanted beer.”

He paused at the bottom of the stairs and raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Okay, that sounds like a story. Care to tell me about it?”

She leaned into his neck and nibbled at his throat. “Maybe later. Now where did I put that cot?”

Buffy pulled the cot out and considered the arrangement. Okay, it wasn’t the most romantic setup in the world but she was willing to make do. She turned around to see Riley staring at her. He quickly averted his eyes and turned out the light.

“Hey! Kinda dark in here, mister. I want to see who I’m kissing.” She flicked back on the switch in time to see the trapped expression on his face. “Riley? What is it?”

“I-it’s nothing, Buffy.” He bent his head and kissed her again. She returned it for a moment and then pulled back, puzzled at the too-busy feel of his hands.

“Riley, this isn’t going to be much fun if you’re tense. Something’s bothering you. I thought you didn’t want me to hide my feelings. How about being share guy, here?” She smiled at him uncertainly. His eyes kept shifting away from hers and this time, when she pulled him close, he was the one to retreat.

“It’s just—I don’t want you to…” His voice petered out and the trapped expression became miserable and hunted. Buffy was baffled. Riley had always been eager for sex in the past though he hadn’t tried to rush her into it unlike some boys she could name. She wondered what could be wrong. She ran her hands under the long-sleeved T-shirt he was wearing and felt him stiffen—and not in a good way.

Immediately she understood and could have slapped herself for not getting it. She hadn’t seen Riley naked since that night in the vamp whorehouse and hadn’t thought about the specifics of it. All she could see whenever she pictured that scene was the emaciated bloodsucker fastened like a tick to his arm.

[His body must have bites on it, bites he doesn’t want me to see.] She knew that it wouldn’t be a pleasant sight but they had to get through this if they were going to have any kind of future together. They’d both have to deal with this sooner or later.

She decided to start first. Maybe that would put him more at ease. She drew away and heard him give a small sigh of relief. He smiled gratefully at her then let her lead him unresistingly to the cot. She pressed him down onto the thin mattress and drew back to let him get a good look at her.

She was wearing a simple outfit consisting of a turtleneck and tight slacks under her jacket. She took off the sweater as she tried to maintain eye contact. Buffy unzipped the slacks and pushed them down her slim legs, knowing he was watching her every move.

Riley beheld this beautiful woman, his breath coming in short pants from between parted lips. Her blonde hair shone softly in the light from the single light bulb set in the ceiling. Her petite body was set on slim but strong legs, legs that were shimmying out of her tight slacks. His eyes widened as he saw the lacy black panties that matched the bra holding her small breasts. He felt himself hardening at the sight of her.

Buffy looked up and swept her eyes along his body. She could see the outline of his erection through his jeans and pointed at it. “Do you have a gun in your pocket, soldier, or are you just happy to see me?”

He snorted at the old joke and then gasped as she ran a hand over the bulge. She stroked him firmly through the material and his heart started racing in his chest. He reached for her only to have her dance out of range.

“Uh uh, buddy. It’s not fair that only one of us gets undressed here.” Before he could summon up protest, she moved back and sat on his hard-on. He groaned at the pressure on his cock and then stiffened in surprise as she began a slow rocking back-and-forth movement.

[Oh, yeah. That ought to distract him.] When they went on patrols, Faith had regaled Buffy with tales of her sexual exploits. She’d learned early on that stories like that made Buffy uncomfortable and took delight in getting her all sweaty and embarrassed.

Anya was always quite graphic in her descriptions of the things she did with Xander in bed. In spite of Buffy’s attempts not to listen, she couldn’t help but pick up a few things from both women. Now she was determined to try them with Riley. But first she had to get him to relax.

She leaned over and kissed him. She flicked her tongue across his lips, getting them to part. Her tongue darted out, teasing his, sweeping across the warm space behind his teeth. She continued her rocking motion as his hands came up to grasp her hips. Unconsciously Riley began to match her, dragging her hips across the erection trapped within his pants.

The distraction was working. She could sense his frustration and desire mounting, as his kisses became greedy and demanding. She grasped the edge of his tee and began lifting his shirt off.

Riley was too far gone, lost in the sensations of pressure from her tongue and thighs, to notice what she was doing at first. It was only when she broke the kiss to drag his shirt over his head that he realized he was being stripped. He wanted to halt things before she could remove it, but she had the advantage of superior speed. His shirt hit the floor.

She sat back and surveyed his body, trying to hide her dismay. She hadn’t gotten a good look at him in the brothel and now she realized why he’d been so reluctant to show himself to her.

The bites were numerous, scattered all over his torso. Some of them looked weeks old. Just how long had he been doing this before she found out? How long would he have continued before one of his whores had killed him? She was swept with sorrow and remorse. She should have noticed before now how badly off he was. Xander had had some clue; she was sure of it. But even he couldn’t have known how far things had gone.

Riley turned his face away, squeezing his eyes shut. She had stopped moving and he knew she would shortly scramble off him. He wouldn’t be surprised if she tossed him his shirt and told him to get the hell out of her house, out of her life.

To his shock, he felt her lips tracing a path up his neck to his ear. “Riley. Riley, open your eyes. Look at me.”

He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t want to see the horror and disgust that were certain to be in her eyes. He heard her sigh and then her lips descended onto a bite mark low on his stomach.

He gasped aloud. The hunger of his women had made him feel needed, yes, but there was more to the bites than the rush of the blood loss. Those fangs piercing his skin had made him erect and throbbing more times than he cared to remember. Desire would rise up to grip him by the throat until he thought he’d choke from it. In later sessions, all he had to do was see those yellowed eyes and forehead ridges and his dick would fill with blood, become aching with lust.

He could barely admit to himself just what those creatures did for him. He had made it sound to Buffy as if they were just fulfilling an emotional need. But his response to the bites was much more basic, more primal, than that. He reacted to them the way other men did to the sight of breasts, long legs or a plump ass. How could he have told her that?

Now the woman he loved was pressing her mouth onto him. She was warm; he couldn’t fool himself into thinking it was one of his demon hookers. But the sucking action engendered an immediate response, one he couldn’t hold back no matter how he tried. “Buffy,” he choked out. “Please.”

She removed her lips and he groaned at the loss of contact. “Please what, Riley?” she whispered. “Do you want me to stop? Or continue?” His eyes opened almost against his will and he stared into hers. There was no condemnation there, no anger. Her lips were parted; her eyes darkened with lust. She wasn’t disgusted at all. She wanted him and here was the proof.

She leaned back onto him without waiting for an answer. Reaching behind her with one hand, she deftly removed her bra. As the lacy material came away, his eyes were drawn to her breasts. The nipples were taut and his hands came up without thought to stroke and circle the pink aureoles. Buffy’s eyes closed and her back arched, thrusting the little acorns into his hands.

“Oooooh, Riley. Yes. Touch me there. Pinch them. Please.” The whispered words became drawn-out hisses as he rolled them between his broad fingers. Buffy gasped and her hips jerked hard every time he pulled at them. She resumed her rocking motion and felt his erection rear up between her legs once more.

She lowered her mouth onto another bite mark high on his chest and he wanted to stop her. She couldn’t find out what those bites did for him; he was too deeply ashamed. But somehow his shame didn’t make his erection go away. If anything, it became harder than ever.

She ground her hips faster, feeling him bucking against her. Buffy flicked a tongue across the little indentations and then sucked more harshly as he grasped her shoulders. His voice was rising to hoarse shouts; they echoed around the small room. “Buffy, yes! Suck me! Fuck!” Words he’d never used in her presence before were spilling out of him. The sensations were too much. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back.

Taking a chance on his response, Buffy sank her blunt teeth into his flesh and a shudder ran through her lover. He cried out her name as he came, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

He lay there, gulping for air, as he strove to get himself under some semblance of control. Now that the crisis had passed, the self-disgust returned in full. How was he going to explain his reaction to something as meager as a bite? How could he tell her without choking on his own revulsion?

Buffy could feel his withdrawal from her and cast about in her mind for a way to reassure him. She drew herself up his body and kissed his averted face. “Riley, could you do something for me?”

He ran an uncertain gaze over those lovely features. “What? What is it?”

She swept her long hair away from the right side of her neck. “I want you to touch me here.” She gestured at the scar on the side of her neck.

He froze. That was Angel’s mark. She hadn’t said much about it to him—only that a vampire had gotten too close once and bitten her. She hadn’t gone into details and he’d sensed her discomfort with the subject and dropped it.

Later he’d gotten the story from Xander—well, as much of it as the brunette Scooby knew about the circumstances. The man hated Angel with passion but he’d admitted he hadn’t been there when the vampire had bitten Buffy. There was only some garbled story of a poison that was going to kill Angel and how her blood had saved him. Xander had accused Angel of attacking Buffy and putting her in the hospital.

But something about the story hadn’t gibed. Angel had been sick and weakened. How could a vampire in that condition have managed to overpower Buffy to the point of bleeding her to near-death? Why would he have taken her to the hospital afterwards? Riley had known without being told that it hadn’t been an attack at all. Buffy had been willing to sacrifice her life to save her vampire lover. The mark was one of love not a vicious assault.

That thought had wounded him more than he could have imagined. Once he knew the significance behind it, he had avoided it and Buffy never pressed him about the matter. But now she was telling him to touch it and he was hurt at this reminder.

“Why? I don’t understand.” To him it felt too much like the times he’d heard her call Angel’s name in her sleep. It was like a rejection of him and a blatant reminder of her old boyfriend, the one he could never compete with even though Buffy swore Angel was out of her life. It was one of the things that had driven him into the arms of those vampire women.

She sighed and realized she was going to have to coax him into it. She’d come prepared to seduce him; she wasn’t going to stop now. “I like it, okay? It’s a lusty feeling I get just like what you get when I touch your bites. It’s another feel-good zone on my body and I’m not ashamed of it.” She leaned forward and let her voice become soft and seductive as she trailed her fingers across another bite on his torso. “Come on, lover. I’m game if you are.”

He was getting hard again. He couldn’t help it when she touched him and spoke like that. Buffy felt the renewed enthusiasm between the jointure of her thighs and smiled. She reached down between her legs and drew down the zipper of his jeans. He was wearing dark blue boxers underneath but she impatiently tugged them and the pants down in one move. As his hips came up, she pulled the intrusive material all the way down and shoved them onto the floor to join his shirt.

Riley reached up to his lover and rubbed her through the lace of her panties. She mewled at the touch and ground her pussy into his hand. She was dripping wet and he was excited more than he would have thought possible.

“Riley. Don’t stop. I’m so close.” She grasped his free hand and drew it up to her mark. He hesitated but she was having none of it. He traced his fingers across it and felt her cunt buck onto his hand. Suddenly it wasn’t enough to grope her through her panties. With a harsh growl, he grabbed the material and ripped it off her body.

She gasped at the roughness of the gesture. [He’s getting feisty. Good, that means he’s going along with this.] He thumbed the mark and watched her eyes roll up in her head. A dark sex flush was working its way up her chest, leaving rosy nipples in its wake. As her cries grew more urgent, he leaned up and sucked one nipple into his mouth.

Her hips were grinding faster and faster, riding his hand like a pony’s. He sank a large finger deep into her cunt. She was so wet, she accommodated the large digit with ease. “Riley, that feels so good. Keep going.” And that was Buffy’s voice whispering into his ear as her tiny frame ground away on his lap. She wound her hands in his hair and brought his mouth onto the scar on her neck. Without thinking he pulled it firmly between his teeth.

Her body pressed roughly against his chest, the pointed nipples rubbing against his flesh. She screamed his name as she came in a spectacular gush all over his lower hand. He experienced a thrill of pride at this evidence of her satisfaction. [Yes! Mine, all mine!] Their bodies swayed together for a moment as the waning desire wove through her body.

“I love you, Buffy.” The words escaped him and he heard her sigh in response. He lipped the mark idly, causing her to tremble. Buffy brought his head up for a quick kiss and then pulled away from him. Riley reached out for her in a panic, wondering if she was going to leave him like this. “Buffy? Where are you going?”

“Relax, loverboy. I’m just going to get my jacket.” She gestured at the article dropped onto the floor and then began rummaging through the pockets. She came up with a packet of condoms and he smiled.

“You were really planning on this, weren’t you?” She blushed slightly and his eyes noted the blood washing under her skin. [Nice. You don’t get that with vampire hookers, that’s for sure.]

“Yeah. I really wanted to make this an all-nighter and I didn’t want to stop, you know? Kinda kills the mood.”

An all-nighter? Previous sexual encounters had been good for a couple of rounds but she’d always turned away from him afterwards. Then, when he’d gone after the vampire sluts, he’d been glad to stop early with her. But now she was proposing to stay with him all night. He couldn’t wait.

Picking up on his enthusiasm, she grinned and sashayed back to the cot. Riley caught her about the hips and tumbled her onto the mattress, kissing her passionately.

They indulged in the kiss and then their bodies parted briefly, as she ripped open the packet and unrolled the latex onto his straining cock. He bucked his hips as she carefully fitted the material over the weeping head and down the shaft. Buffy didn’t hurry like most girls as if she were offended at the task. Rather, she lingered as she caressed him through the thin substance, massaging the thick vein that ran underneath the shaft. He groaned and gave into the urge to thrust into her warm dainty hand.

Buffy rolled under him as he braced himself on his arms. She smiled at this gesture; he was always so considerate although her strength meant she didn’t care about his greater weight. Buffy rubbed her nipples in slow teasing circles on his chest as she ran her hands around his back. He groaned and sighed as she swept her hands down his spine, squeezing and cupping those full buttocks as they clenched in her grip.

“Oh, Buffy. That feels so…” His voice caught in his throat as her fingers pushed into his anus. This invasion of his body wasn’t something he’d been expecting. He couldn’t think what possessed her while he felt her digits probe inside him.

Like most guys in the military, Riley had been treated to stories about homosexual men. He’d listened to the sounds of distaste in other men’s voices, as they would speculate on somebody’s sexual orientation. He’d been glad of the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy. He didn’t consider such things any of his business. But he couldn’t help but admit to a certain prejudice against all things “gay.”

Now here was his dear Buffy doing something to him that he thought was extremely suspect, to say the least. He wanted to protest when her probing fingers bent and…GODDAMN!!

She touched something inside, something that made his body rear off hers. For a moment, there was a wild sizzling all along his nerves as he gave a sharp yell that rang in the basement.

She raised her eyebrows in an innocent expression that didn’t fool him one bit. “What is it, Riley? Did you like that?”

“Like that?” Stupefaction was evident in his voice as he tried to gather his wits. Was she kidding? He’d never felt anything that fantastic in his life before, ever. What had she just done to him anyway?

The blonde woman underneath him smirked at his reaction. “If you like it, I’ll do it again. But I want you inside me now.” She spread her legs so that he nestled between them and arched her hips against his demandingly.

He stared at her in amazement. For a wild second, he wondered if this was his Buffy or if Faith had managed to switch bodies with her again. He licked his lips, panting hard, as he tried to figure out a way to be sure. “Buffy? Can you tell me how we first met?”

Huh? Where did that come from? Buffy frowned in puzzlement. “Uh, Riley? I thought we were having sex. Is this really the time to do the reminiscing thing?”

“Just—just answer the question.”

She cast her mind back. “Oh, yeah, I remember. I was in the bookstore and I dropped a book off the shelf onto your head. You said ‘Thanks for the concussion’ or something like that. Why?”

“Just checking.” Satisfied, he bent his head and kissed her. She shrugged mentally and decided to shelve any queries until later. His lips nibbled at hers and his tongue came out to brush at them, teasing them into opening farther. The tongue dove in darting little licks, never lingering too long to grow tiring.

Riley was a great kisser and she’d been with enough boys to make the comparison. Some guys just choked you with their tongue until you couldn’t breathe. But not Riley. She moaned softly as the heat traveled through her, lighting tiny fires everywhere. His mouth was making a trail down over her chin and neck. She gasped as he began sucking at the mark again. Apparently he was getting over his distaste at it and she wrapped those strong legs around his back.

He continued licking and tonguing the scar, drawing on her rising desire. He placed a hand between her legs; she was wet again and he swirled his thumb in a slow circle around her clit. Buffy was panting, trying to rub her slit against his palm. He taunted her by stopping the motion and moving his hand back, so that she was shoving herself futilely against empty air. Deeming her sufficiently prepared, he pressed his straining cock into her.

Oh yes. God, yes. This felt like heaven. She was heaven and the vampire whores didn’t compare. Her passage fluttered around his shaft, first opening and then clamping around him, causing him to give choking gasps every time.

Her tiny fingers swept across his torso, unerringly finding and pinching at each of his marks. She knew what they meant and she didn’t care. She was claiming every single one of them and making them her own. Shame was being stripped away as loving desire replaced every miserable darkened encounter with those demonic creatures.

Buffy moaned as her hips rose to meet his. “Harder, Riley. Please fuck me harder.” He pistoned inside her, harder and faster, just as she wished. He’d wanted to keep to a slow pace but she seemed to feel otherwise. True to her word, she sank two fingers into his buttocks again and found his prostate. She rubbed it at an ever-increasing pace, harder and longer with each stroking motion.

“Buffy! Shit! Dontstopdontstop…Christ…” He was babbling wildly. He hadn’t felt this out of control since his first virginal encounter with a girl in the back seat of his father’s car. He bucked, caught between her moist passage and the forceful digits stroking from behind. He wished to last longer but he wasn’t going to be able to and he was afraid of disappointing her.

“I’m gonna…oh god, Buffy…I’m gonna cum,” he rasped out as his balls tightened and drew up against his body. She drew his head down onto her neck and, sensing what she wanted, he bit her over the mark.

Her body froze beneath his and then she gave a shout, her voice rising in pitch and volume until he thought her sister would hear. He clapped his hand over her mouth and her lips vibrated against his flesh as the sound tore out of her body. Buffy quivered, letting the remains of her ecstasy uncoil inside her, and this time he came with warm spurts deep within her. Her vagina clamped on his cock and he shuddered, cumming again.

Their breathing mingled loudly in the air and he rested his head against her chest, listening to the rapid heartbeat ease into something approaching a normal rhythm. He raised his head to stare at her face, drinking in the sight of this gorgeous woman. She was so lovely, even now with her hair plastered to her sweaty, shiny face.

After a brief pause, she rolled him over and began kissing him down the length of his body. He groaned tiredly. Was she starting again already? He had wondered in the past about her Slayer strength. Challenging her had led to a couple of cracked ribs. It appeared that legendary strength came with stamina as well and he felt his erection revive as her lips swept down his torso.

“Take it easy, will you? I need a moment here.”

She peeled off the used condom. “Moment’s over. Come on, Cowboy Guy. Saddle up.” He raised his eyebrows. Cowboy Guy? Where did she get that? So he had been raised on a farm but still the cutesy name seemed to come out of nowhere.

Before he could ask her about it, she unwrapped another packet and placed the condom in her mouth. He watched in stunned disbelief as she positioned her soft lips over his shaft and began unrolling the sheath onto his cock.

[Wow, that is some trick.] Any other thought flew out of his mind as she leaned her head to the side, keeping her hair out of the way so he was afforded an unimpeded view of her progress. She glanced up at him and he was riveted by her piercing gaze.

She was looking at him. Watching him watching her and the nature of the scene was like something out of a porno flick one of the guys used to sneak onto the base. She began a steady rhythm over his cock, her pink lips sucking him down hard and then sweeping up again. Her eyes remained fixed on his as if daring him to look away and he thought he would burst from the erotic tension in that lust-filled gaze. He gripped the bedsheets tightly and started thrusting into that hot little mouth.

Buffy wrapped her hand around his erection and let her tongue sweep in little licks all around the head. “Mmmmmm.” She hummed around his cock and added her tongue. When she sucked him all the way to the base, he couldn’t help it. He threw his head back and howled as another orgasm overtook him.

In a flash, she’d pulled off the condom and tossed it nonchalantly onto the floor. Buffy let him lie for a moment while his pulse throbbed in his ears. Then she began running her hands across his marks again.

He could have wept. She wasn’t going to let him go. When she said an all-nighter, she pretty much meant it. Well, he wasn’t about to fail her in anything. He could keep up as long as she could. [Just let me catch my breath for a moment, okay? Dear god, that’s all I ask.]

Passion was being coaxed from his flesh, again, though, simply from the brush of her fingers across those tiny bites. She added her nails and his entire body went taut as a wire. Those sharp little claws, almost like a vampire’s teeth…it was too much. He was going to cum again from her hands alone.

“Buffy. More, I want…” He saw her reach for another packet as she smiled at him from under lowered eyelids.

Her body was arched over his. He surged beneath her, the broad frame shaking with delight. Her soft cries mingled with his deeper ones as their voices rose and fell in a never-ending cadence of want and need. The sweat shone on their skins, making them gleam in the lamplight. Small tingling spasms would rack her body and his. Riley reached and tugged at those beckoning nipples and she would gasp at each pull. But she never stopped her languid movement over his cock.

Whenever she climaxed, her pussy would close around him tightly like a vise and he would cum, jerking into her waiting cunt. Each time he came, he would think himself too spent to go on. And each time she would prove him wrong.

She rode up and down his length in an achingly slow dance. Riley watched his cock dazedly as it appeared and disappeared between her thighs. He felt as if they had been made to fit each other—his cock to her pussy, her breasts to his hands.

His goddess, his love, more demanding, more powerful than any demon he’d bared himself to. When he thought of those other creatures, he couldn’t believe that he chose them over this. Her cunt pulsed around his shaft and he trembled, her name wrenching out of him like a plea.

Buffy squeezed and heard him gasp then moan as his cock was subjected to that grasping heat. He was cupping her buttocks now but there was no doubt who was setting the pace. She spurred him on with lips and tongue whenever he faltered and he would rise up inside her as strong as ever. He wondered if it was possible to die from sex exhaustion the way one could from too much exercise or heat stroke. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was this golden beauty who was giving herself with passion he hadn’t known was in her.

Those splendid green eyes gleamed in the light, her gaze almost paralyzing in its intensity. She leaned down and nipped at the left side of his neck. He had a scar there as well. It wasn’t as prominent as hers; he had dusted the vamp bitch before she’d had a chance to make the punctures too deep. But it could be seen now that he was no longer wearing the long-necked shirts that he’d used to hide them.

He sobbed faintly as she nibbled at the mark and clutched her head to it. “Harder,” he whispered. The word was too reminiscent of what he’d said to that vampire whore she’d caught him with but she knew that his mind wasn’t on those women. He was here with her and she was not going to let him forget that.

She didn’t bite down though. She lipped the mark playfully, sucking it, licking it and tracing it with her teeth. Buffy knew it was driving him insane; she could tell by the incoherent pleas that came out of him. She scratched at his other marks and—yes, he was like steel inside her again.

[That’s it. No more Mr. Nice Cowboy Guy.] Riley grabbed her around her back and sat up abruptly. He swept her hair aside and bit her hard, where he knew it counted. She cried out and raked her nails down his back. Then she responded in kind, her teeth tearing into his neck.

He’d taken too many bites to feel pain that way. Instead another orgasm, mightier than any experienced all night, ripped through him. He could feel it throughout his entire body from his head down to his toes. For an endless span of time, he was nothing but pure sensation, utter feeling, and it was as if he knew her pleasure as well.

He felt her cum again and he fell back onto the mattress, her body a dead weight on top of him. The heart of the tiny being of Buffy Summers beat ardently against his own and he thought there was no greater bliss in the world.

“I love you, Riley.” The delicate whisper wafted up to his ears. All right, so he was wrong. He drew her up, his softening cock at last spilling from her body. Their lips met for a deep soulful kiss.

When they parted at last, he murmured, “I love you, Buffy. You’re the only girl I’ve ever loved.” Her eyes widened as she heard the truth behind those words. She hid her face against his chest and knew a brief sorrow that she couldn’t say something similar.

But she loved him now and he knew it. As she had told him, it wasn’t the same as the love she’d known for Angel. For Riley, love was unconditional without holding back. With him there was no fear of a hideous monster hiding behind the flesh. There was tenderness, protectiveness, understanding, human strength and human vulnerability and the assurance of a future they would carve out together.

It was why Angel had let her go. It was the promise of home.

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