Get Bent by cjsplace

Get Bent ~ 6

Faith and Angel went looking for Dawn after neither she nor Spike returned when it got dark. They walked along in silence, at first, with Faith throwing Angel glances from under her lashes.

He finally broke the silence. "What?"

"Just wondered what you did to piss off the Ra-Ra Queen. Thought all she ever wanted was to get you in the sack. Never figured you could do anything for her to kick you to the curb."

"Drop it, Faith. It's none of your business. Let's just find Dawn and get back to the mansion." He walked on, considering the conversation closed.

"That's another thing. You turn up with your crew, all visions and dark avenger, but no one does anything. What's up with that?"

"The First is waiting to pick us off one by one. Our best chance for survival is to wait until Buffy gets here, then together we can come up with a sound attack plan."

Faith stopped in her tracks. It took Angel several seconds to realize that she wasn't still beside him. Turning back around, he looked at her in confusion.

She growled in anger. "Are you telling me that we are sitting on our butts waiting for B to what, rescue us? What about me, Angel? I'm a Slayer too. How come no one asks my opinion?" The anger didn't quite hide the pain in her voice.

Angel saw the little girl who still wanted to be loved, wanted desperately to fit in standing there under the streetlight's soft glow. He went over and placed a hand on Faith's shoulder. "The problem isn't with your fighting skill, it's your judgment. Buffy has guarded the Hellmouth for seven years and understands the way it works. I may not always agree with her decisions, but Faith, time and again, her instincts turn out to be right. The problem was that we, her friends and I, were too afraid to listen to what she was saying."

"Wow, there is hope that you could grow up to be a real boy someday."

A figure emerged from the shadows startling the two people deep in conversation. It looked like Buffy, well if you ignored the gun in the crook of her arm, and the wicked crossbow strapped to her back. The difference came from the confidence that surrounded her like a cloak. Angel noticed it in New Orleans, but it was amplified a hundred fold here on the Hellmouth.

Faith felt strange, disjointed. She hadn't sensed Buffy the way she always had before. "How's it hanging, B?"

"Five by five. Shouldn't you two be safe behind locked doors?" Buffy challenged, referring to not finding a single person patrolling the town. She'd already taken out three nests and roughly twenty Bringers. The shotguns Beck ordered blasted them into itty-bitty Bringer bits. The way to win a war wasn't to allow the enemy's forces to grow stronger, and it pissed her off that the Scoobies and Fang Gang didn't remember that.

Angel bristled at the censor in Buffy's tone. "We didn't want to risk anymore casualties until you arrived."

Buffy turned around heading back into the dark. "Good, take them all back to LA, then you won't risk any."

Bringers materialized as if from thin air. Angel and Faith drew their weapons. Angel's trusty broadsword whistled through the air. Faith gripped a blade identical to the one the Mayor gave her all those years ago. The two were ready to pounce when shots shattered the quiet night. The First Evil's minions dropped like flies. More shots came from the right covering Buffy's back. It was over so quickly Faith and Angel could only blink and hope their ears would quit ringing.

Dawn walked up carrying a bow just like Buffy's. Beck came next, piquing Faith's interest even when he wrapped his arms around Buffy's slender waist. Travis and Spike were next, each carrying shotguns. The two were laughing and shoving each other while Dawn rolled her eyes, but she couldn't stop the smile that broke out on her face at their antics.

"Man, B, you have your own troop of merry men." Faith couldn't keep the envy from coloring her voice. She eyed Travis up and down, seeing potential in his lanky body.

"What can I say, Faith, I'm irresistible." Buffy deadpanned, not caring to play games with the other Slayer. There were still several hours of patrol left and no time to stand around trading barbs. She turned in Beck's arms, looking up to assure herself that he wasn't hurt.

Beck read the concern in her eyes. A large hand cupped her face, bending down to gently brush her lips. "I'm fine and I'm not going anywhere. Only an idiot would leave you, and I'm a smart man."

"I love you," she whispered softly.

"I love you, too."

Angel's heart dropped to his feet. Faith saw what she always wanted standing in front of her. Spike was happy for Buffy, knowing that he could never be what she needed, not after that summer, not after what he did. Dawn had the biggest, goofiest grin on her face, whether it was from her sister's happiness, or Angel's heartache, who could tell? Travis just rolled his eyes wondering how long this PDA would last. He wanted to destroy more monsters. This demon hunting crap really got the juices going, and damn that brunette was hot.

The lovers reluctantly pulled apart. Buffy signaled her team to move forward. They joined her and Beck quickly, waiting for their next orders. She looked back at Angel, ignoring Faith. Buffy knew she should get over the past hostilities regarding her sister Slayer. She couldn't, too much had happened between not only her and Faith, but the last confrontation with the Scoobies broke the fragile framework that held the friendship together.

"What are you doing out, Angel? I didn't hear that part."

"Looking for Dawn, since she didn't return to the mansion."

"Well, you found her. Dawn is staying with me, Spike too if he wants." She flashed a smile at her friend.

"Bloody straight, Slayer, can't stand the wankers at the house on the hill."

"Buffy, it isn't safe at your house. Come stay at the mansion where we can better defend against the First."

She smiled at him, not a friendly smile or smirk, but the smile little girls gave when they had secrets they wouldn't tell. Beck understood why Buffy left this town and these people. They kicked her out, begged her to return, then wanted to boss her around again, over his dead body, and not even then.

"We have things covered, thanks." His dark brown eyes turned darker still, until no distinction showed between the pupil and the iris. Beck's tone of voice and body language left no doubt that this discussion was finished.

Angel bristled at being talked to this way, particularly by him, Buffy's new lover. Faith, seeing where the situation was heading, grabbed his arm. "Come on, Big A, let's go back, and let the others know Little D is okay." She yanked Angel down the road utilizing every bit of Slayer strength available to her as Angel resisted. He kept morphing in and out of his vampiric face, growling with each step he took.

Buffy's group waited until Angel and Faith were gone before they broke out laughing. Spike walked up to Beck, slapped him on the back, and announced, "Peaches was right pissed. He doesn't like it when things don't go according to his plans, the tosser. Always been a bossy bloke. Thinks he knows what's right for everyone." He looked at Buffy apologetically. "Sorry, Slayer."

"Don't worry about it, Spike. You're right. That is Angel's problem not mine. I screw up all the time." Dawn nodded in agreement, earning her a sound slap from big sister. "Enough about him, we have work to do. How did you do with the new weapon?"

Dawn lit up like a Christmas tree. "It's awesome, Buffy. What's in the little tube in my arrows and why don't your arrows have any?"

"Holy water. If you miss the heart, the holy water will do the trick for you. Dawn," Buffy gave the teenager a serious look. "I've been using a crossbow a lot longer than you, and never miss," Buffy stated the fact, not bragging just informing her sister of the way things were.

"How come I don't get a gun like everyone else?"

"Because we don't want to die." Travis stuck his tongue out at her. The two had immediately fell into a sibling relationship, pulling hair, practical jokes, the works.

"If you two start that up again while we are out here, I won't be held responsible for what I do." Buffy growled at them. They shut up and stood straight as if they were in the principle's office reporting for detention.

"Let's head toward the vineyard to check things out, then swing by the school." Buffy turned on her heels, marching off into the night. Beck walked silently beside her. He understood what she was doing and didn't press her to talk; he simply took her hand.

"Dang, she's scary. Is she always like this? In New Orleans, Buffy was fun and out going. The customers at the restaurant loved her. Hell, I think they would have come back just to see her, even if the food sucked." Travis shook his head at the changes in the small blonde he followed through the dark deserted town.

"You met Buffy, boyo. What's walking up there is the Slayer, big difference mate." Spike lit a cigarette, his eyes never left the woman in front of him. He took in every subtle movement, the predatory walk, tiny shifts of her head when a distance sound was caught; yes, the Slayer was back on the Hellmouth in all her glory.

"Starting to see that. Wait till you see Beck get pissed off." Travis' white teeth gleamed in the darkness at the thought. The combination of the tiny blonde dynamo and the tall dark giant tearing into the evil forces to protect the world and each other was sure to be the stuff that movies were made of.

"I'm thinking we're in for some excitement in ole Sunnyhell. What do you say we join the grown ups?" Spike walked off with the black duster billowing out behind him.

Angel stormed into the mansion with Faith beside him. He ignored the stares from everyone and headed directly to his room. The others turned to the dark haired Slayer for an explanation.

"B's back. Dawn is staying with her. She sent Fang and me back here. Don't look like she's ready for a reunion." Faith recalled the look on Buffy's face when she saw her with Angel. She didn't care that Faith was out walking alone in the dark with her 'soul mate', it didn't matter to Buffy what Faith or Angel did anymore. It was an unusual feeling for Faith, and she wasn't sure what to make of the situation or the vibes that Buffy gave off.

"What do you mean? Doesn't Buffy comprehend the gravity of the situation?" Giles already had his glasses off, rubbing them for all they were worth.

"Oh, B's taking things serious all right. You should have seen her. She looked like that Terminator chick. Took out bought ten Bringers like that." Faith snapped her fingers.

"How?" Willow asked, wondering what happened to her friend to give her enough power to perform such a feat.

"Shotgun, blew them to smithereens. Her new squeeze took care of the ones she didn't. Gotta say that girl has the best taste in men." Faith almost licked her lips thinking about Beck's tall, muscular body.

Cordelia glanced from Faith then up the stairs to Angel's closed door. Her eye narrowed as the pieces fell into place explaining her lover's foul mood. She marched up the stairs determined to settle this once and for all.

Everyone watched the seer go knowing an argument would follow. Tired of the never-ending domestic squabble between the two, they turned back to the matter at hand - Buffy.

"Faith, could you please explain to whom you are referring and what they are doing here?" Giles gave her a level look, wondering if the headache he felt pounding behind his eyes was a precursor to a more serious condition, or just a normal Hellmouth side effect.

"Don't have to go all head Watcher, G-Man. B brought back a hottie and his sidekick. They are helping her patrol, along with Little D and Fang Jr." Faith explained, already bored by the subject. Her body required the adrenaline from slaying. Sitting around the last week waiting for Buffy to show hadn't done Faith's disposition much good. She was ready to burst. Being in prison, she had no choice but to restrain the Slayer. It was harder this close to the Hellmouth, Faith didn't know how B did it for so long.

"Faith," Xander shouted, irritated at the woman he still resented for ruining his first sexual act.

"What?"

"Did Buffy say what she planned to do? Why isn't she coming here?"

Anya rolled her eyes at her former fiancée. "Xander, even you cannot be that dense. Buffy doesn't want to see you. You threw her out of her own house."

"So did you." He stubbornly stuck his jaw out, taking offence at her tone. "Besides Buffy understands that we were only trying to get her to see reason. She was out of control."

"Still dissecting me, I see." Buffy slipped in through the garden doors. She looked on the faces of the people who once meant so much to her and wondered what happened to them. It dawned on her that they still saw her as the Buffy they met in high school. They didn't see how she'd grown over the years as they had. To them she would always be that girl in the white dress who drowned at sixteen, frozen forever in time, a girl who would constantly need their help and guidance, rather than their friendship and respect.

Everything came together for Buffy in that moment, the pieces fit into place. They were like parents who complained about a child never growing up, then punished them for going out on their own. She didn't need them anymore, not the way they expected or demanded her to. Buffy understood Marie's words, her destiny was her own, her power was hers to wield as she saw fit, and she didn't need permission from anyone to do so. Strength surged through every fiber of Buffy's body, the Slayer spirit in her seemed to expand until it felt like it was going to burst from her body. The necklace's stones heated against her skin sending warm pulses to her heart. A confident smile graced full lips, hazel eyes turned to emerald green, and held an age-old wisdom.

"I'm here to end the fight with the First and fetch my sister. Anything else," a slender shoulder shrugged, "will have to wait."

Willow dashed forward. "Buffy, we're sorry. We didn't handle the situation right. We should have talked it out with you to get you to see reason." Large green eyes pleaded with the Slayer to forgive and forget the past like so many times before.

"No, it wouldn't have worked. See, I learned something while I was gone. I care about you, all of you. We've been through a lot together, but I'm not sure that I want to be around you anymore. You don't respect me or what I do."

"How can you say that?" Giles protested, unable to believe the words coming out of his Slayer's mouth.

Buffy's eyebrow rose in challenge, then she simply said one word. "Spike."

Giles had the grace to blush. Xander wasn't about to let that go, he exploded. "This is about the bleached wonder, Deadboy the second? I can't believe you. We have fought beside you for years, and you choose him over us. This is just like when you chose Angel over us and Jenny died because you couldn't do your job."

"You don't get it, and you probably never will. I'm not going to defend my choices to you, Xander. Because to operative word here is 'my', I never forced you to you justify yours." Turning to leave the same way she entered, Buffy called over her shoulder. "If you're staying in my town, I expect you to patrol, if not then leave." She was halfway out the door when Giles called out to her.

"Buffy, wait." He walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked down at it then up at him. Giles removed his hand, at a loss at what to do. The former relationship he had with his Slayer, the daughter of his heart was damaged, possibly forever, and he wasn't certain if he could bear that. "Don't you think it's better to combine our resources?"

"No." She exited the doors to retrieve her shotgun and bow.

"I say, what are you doing with those?"

"Fighting to win the best way I know how." She didn't look back at him as she answered the question in a tone one would use when talking to a small child.

"But a gun, I would have thought after what happened to Tara, you wouldn't be able to touch a gun."

"In case you forgot, I was shot too. Look, Giles, this," she held up the gun, "makes little Bringers fall down. The Watchers Council is gone and so are their stupid rules. If I can kill the bad guy from a safe distance, or take two and three out at a time, I will." She continued on, disappearing into the night.

He watched her go until he stood alone on the terrace, or so he thought. "She's grown into quite a woman," a voice said from the doorway, startling him. Wesley stepped out into a shaft of moonlight. "It's hard when you want desperately to be needed, and find that you aren't."

"I've failed her miserably. They pulled her from heaven, and I abandoned her upon learning about it. Her death destroyed me. Returning here to find her alive once more frightened me, I couldn't handle watching her die again." Giles confessed his deepest, darkest secret, never turning away from the direction Buffy went.

"A father should never outlive his child."

Giles' shoulders slumped. "How do I apologize for being such a fool?"

"I would imagine just like that. Come on, old man, I believe I brought some Glenfiddich with me. Let's go raise a glass to an amazing Slayer." They walked back into the mansion arm in arm.

Lorne held his head when the Slayer first appeared. He thought he would faint when her aura lit up like the Fourth of July. The Powers expected big things from this tiny firecracker, and she constantly delivered. The anagogic demon didn't see this time being any different. He slipped out the front door, while everyone focused on confronting Buffy.

"You can come out now. I'm not going to hurt you." A soft voice stopped Lorne's musing.

He stepped out into the light, joining the Slayer. "How'd you know I wasn't a baddy, Twinkie?"

Buffy smiled at the flamboyant demon dressed in turquoise lame. "Felt you in the mansion, same vibe out here."

"Smart and beautiful, aren't you just the whole package, tinkerbell. I'm Lorne." He put a large green hand out for her to shake. She placed a small hand in his, and Lorne could swear he felt an electric shock. No wonder Angel Lips couldn't forget this little sugarplum.

"Can I help you with something, Lorne, I have someone waiting," Buffy nodded toward Beck standing under a street lamp.

"Oh my, he is a big one isn't he. I'll be quick about this, cheese puff. You know what you need to do and how to get it done, trust yourself and everything will come out okie dokie. That big hunk of yours will protect your back and your heart if you let him."

Buffy gifted him with a brilliant smile. "You sound like Momma, but that's okay, I planned on doing that anyway."

Lorne's eyes brightened. "Do you mean Momma Laveaux?" She nodded. "Isn't she divine? Makes the best etouffe, I've ever tasted. If she tells you something you better listen, Momma has connection you can't imagine."

"Oh yes I can. Met her grandmother, and I've never seen a pushier ghost. Thanks for the advice. If it gets too crazy here, you're welcome at Casa Summers, a friend of Momma's is a friend of mine. Oh, before I forget, I left a large container by the backdoor. You need to get Angel to sprinkle it around the mansion, it will keep the First from being able to drop-ins if you know what I mean."

"Will do, moon pie." Buffy gave him a wave before walking over to Beck. Lorne watched the lovers greet each other with a tender kiss. Their auras melted together, creating a spectacular array of colors. "Well, I'll be damned. Never thought I'd live to see that. Wonder why the Powers sent us here, to help or to keep the others out of her way? Only time will tell." He watched them walk away, but stayed outside enjoying the peaceful solitude rather than facing the constant noise and blaring auras that blasted his psyche inside the mansion. Little did he know what he was missing, or that he held the key to stopping it.

Angel flopped down on his bed, unable to get the picture of Buffy and Beck wrapped in each other's arms out of his head. His demon roared at the thought of another man touching what he regarded his, regardless that he was with someone else, she was his and still bore his mark. He sprang up when the door came flying open from the force used by an incensed Cordelia Chase. The fire in her eyes told Angel one thing, Faith had opened her mouth. He wasn't sure whether he was up to fighting with his lover at this moment, and of course, it was this moment that the First chose to appear.

"Hello, Lover," it purred, standing there in the guise of Buffy Summers. Walking around the souled vampire, the First smiled wickedly at the one who it had to thank for bringing the Slayer to its attention. It could go easy on the vampire, but where was the fun in that? It was much more fun in pitting them one against the other; a house divided and all that rot. "What's the matter, lover, not happy to see me? You were happy to see me when we met at our special place when I returned," it cooed at Angel seductively. Cordelia's listened on unsure what to think or do. "You held me and kissed me so sweetly, telling me how you couldn't go on if I wasn't in this world." The First looked over at the seer, a malicious smile looking out of place on Buffy's soft lips.

Angel saw the direction this was going and tried to do damage control. "Cordelia, don't believe a word it says. Remember what it tried to do before when I returned from hell? It lies to hurt you, wants you to doubt yourself, and the people around you," his brown eyes pleaded with her to believe him.

Cordelia ran from the room in tears, unable to come to terms with her head and her heart.

The First changed to Darla. "My darling boy, you should know better than to lie to your women, it always turns out badly for you, just ask the white queen," with that cryptic remark it winked out of sight.

Tara appeared before Willow looking forlorn, tears streamed down her face. "You didn't ever love me did you, Willow? I died loving you and after a couple of short months you replace me with a child."

Willow paled almost fainting at the sight. Her mind told her that it was the First, but her heart leapt at seeing Tara in any form. "No, that isn't true. I grieved, I almost destroyed the world because I couldn't live without you." She sobbed reaching out to touch the sweet face of the woman she still loved even in death.

Kennedy wrapped her arms around Willow to keep her from getting any closer to the ghostly apparition. The witch let out a mournful scream when Tara winked out of sight. "No, Tara don't go, don't leave me, not again." She clawed at Kennedy's hands.

Xander rushed over to pull his best friend into his arms at the same time that they heard Cordelia's tearful exit form Angel's room, and his subsequent slamming of his door.

Lorne walked back into the mansion to the weeping and wailing. He was tempted to walk right back out again. "What is going on here, campers?"

"It seems that the First decided to visit Willow in the guise of her dead lover," Wesley supplied, walking in from the kitchen with a glass of scotch in his hand.

The green demon snatched it from his hand, downing it in one gulp. "Oy Vay, sorry, Buffyikins told me about something that would keep the First away. I need to get Angel down here to take care of it." Lorne rushed up the stairs.

Xander shouted after him. "You mean she knew how to stop this but didn't tell us? Hey I'm talking to you." Willow wailed again and Xander tried to calm her. Kennedy looked on helplessly, her lover shied away from her touch when she tried to comfort her.

Lorne ignored him while he pounded on Angel's door. "Angel Lips, open the door. You need to come out, its important."

"Go away, Lorne, I don't feel like talking," came the muffled reply.

"Get off you keester, vampire, you have work to do," Lorne used his voice like a drill sergeant, getting the hoped for response when Angel rushed out the door.

"What is so important? There better be an emergency," the souled vampire complained, so upset, he went so far as to brush a hand through his hair, unmindful that he messed up the carefully groomed locks.

"Buffy left something in a pot beside the back door. She said that you were the only one who could take care of this. You have to sprinkle it around the house, creating a complete circle, especially the doorways. It will keep anyone who wishes to do us any harm from entering the house, which includes the First and the Bringers."

"Why didn't Buffy give this to me earlier, or just does it herself?" Angel's temper rose at the idea that the episode upstairs could have been averted.

"She didn't tell me anything, but if it's what I think it is, then what I recall from my time in New Orleans, only the person who owns the residence can apply the sand. I'm surprised that she had enough for this place and hers, especially since she didn't know that we would be here before she left New Orleans."

Lorne helped Angel sprinkled the red sand around the outside of the mansion. It looked suspiciously like the same red sand that Momma threw at him when they met. When the two men walked back inside, it turned out that he and Willow hadn't been the only ones to get a visit from the first fairy of evil.

Momma understood the darkness felt Buffy's presence even though it hid from her. It was gathering its strength to come at her, to destroy her. Momma had no intention of letting that happen. She moved quickly about her townhouse, packing up what she would need. It had been many years since she had left New Orleans, since she had pulled on the age-old power to walk the Ghost Roads. Very few understood their significance, or how to pass between the planes of the living and the dead, but Momma knew. Once she had everything prepared to her satisfaction, she lit a candle then sat down to stare deeply into the flame as she slowed her breathing.

She called out to Marie's spirit. "Grandmamma, I call on your guidance in my time of need. Bring me through to her, light my path."

A soft whisper of smoke wafted from the candle. It thickened taking shape, forming an arm with ghostly fingers. The arm steadily moved across the space toward Momma, stopping mere inches before reaching her. Momma placed her hand in it, then walked into the candle's light vanishing from sight.

The First smiled and the Hellmouth gnashed its teeth. Its Turok-Han army swarmed below, anxious to roam the surface again, to devour mankind whole.

"Soon, my sweets, soon you can leave, you'll dance under the stars and the streets will run red with blood." Drusilla danced underneath the school. The long velvet gown swayed around her slender, pale body. The distinction between this Dru and the real one was the gleam in her eyes, although lucid was no less maniacal.

Caleb stood beside his master, waiting for his next order. He grew bored by all the waiting around these last few months. "When do we go after the Slayer?"

"She'll come for you, dear boy." Drusilla morphed into Buffy. "All the pieces are in play, we just need to set the trap."

Buffy sat in a chair with Beck while the others lay sprawled about the den. Her first night back met with reasonable success. She didn't call Sunnydale home anymore, those feelings died when she left this house. The relative quiet wouldn't last, but at least they thinned down the numbers they'd have to fight.

A knock rattled the front door putting everyone but Buffy on high alert. "Relax, the First isn't going to knock." She went to answer the door and squealed. Beck rushed over, his long legs ate up the distance between them. A grin spread across his face at the person on the front porch.

"Who is it, Buffy?" Dawn called out, glaring at Spike who wouldn't let her go see. She tried to pout like Buffy, but it only resulted in her looking like a child. A scarred eyebrow rose accompanied by the trademark smirk telling the teenager that she wouldn't be getting her way.

Beck stepped back to permit the visitor entrance to the house. Buffy was hugging them closely, while talking animatedly the entire time. Spike and Dawn watched in fascination as the woman who their worlds revolved around reverts to the vibrant creature she used to be. Dawn's small hand crept into Spike's. He squeezed it in reassurance and understanding. Neither one could recall the last time they had seen this Buffy Summers.

"Hey guys, I'd like you to meet Momma Laveaux," Buffy proudly announced.

Momma's dark eyes took in the two on the couch. She glided over to stand beside them. A gnarled hand reached out grabbing Dawn's face, causing the youngest Summer's eyes to go wide as saucers. Spike growled flashing his fangs, dark eyes clashed with cobalt blue. The blonde vampire felt prickles of fear race down his spine. Those eyes, he'd seen those eyes before. It required everything Spike had to stay seated.

"You, little one, are going to have to grow up very quickly in the days to come. Your mamma has told you this." Dawn nodded wondering how this old woman knew something she hadn't told anyone. "Don't worry your pretty head, Momma knows many things. You," she turned to Spike, "have changed since my grandmamma taught you a lesson. I'm not going to have to teach you another one, am I?"

"No ma'am, you grandmother did a right proper job. Can't eat French food to this day." Spike gave her his most charming smile.

Momma threw back her head, cackling with laughter. "See that you keep it that way."

"How did you get here so fast, Momma?" Beck couldn't hide his surprise at seeing the old woman that they had only left not that many hours ago.

"Ghost Roads."

"Bloody Hell," Spike exclaimed, looking at Momma with even more respect and fear.

"What are those?" Dawn asked the question on everyone else's mind.

"Don't matter none, child. Girl, did you do what I told you?" Black eyes turned to stare into hazel, communicating without words.

Buffy came over to her friend, planting a kiss on a wrinkled cheek. "I'm blonde, not stupid. Plus, knew if I ever wanted to eat anymore etouffe, I better follow orders, like a good girl." That answer earned the Slayer a swat on the rear, which she responded to by sticking her tongue out in true Buffy spirit.

The house was quite as Buffy and Beck walked up the steps to her room. Momma had the guest room downstairs, Spike was in the basement, Dawn was sleeping soundly down the hall in her room, while Travis was in Buffy's old room.

Beck looked around the room taking in the personal touches that were decidedly Buffy. He walked around, picking up pictures and ornaments trying to catch a glimpse into her life before meeting her. Buffy came up behind him, wrapping her arms around him, pressing her breasts into his back. Breathing deeply, she thanked whatever fate had brought this man into her life. He gave her so much, with his quiet steady ways, and his acceptance of her as a woman, and a Slayer.

A large hand pulled her around to stand in front of him. Brushing the hair away from her face, Beck leaned down to place a tender kiss on the soft lips that continued to fascinate him with their ever-changing shape. They could turn up into a smile that would melt the hardest heart, a pout that sent his libido racing, or a frown, which needless to say could make the heartiest of men want to run.

Buffy took his hand walking him over to the bed. She pushed him down before climbing up to join him. Beck smiled up at her, liking the take charge light in her hazel eyes. Buffy ripped open his shirt causing his eyebrow to arch up into a perfect peak. She mirrored it, with her own golden brow, eliciting soft laughter in the otherwise quiet room. Buffy leaned down taking a flat male nipple in her mouth, teasing it between her sharp teeth.

Beck's neck arched back at the sensations racing through his body. His fingers combed through her hair holding her close, before pulling her up for a scorching kiss. Their tongues dueled racing back and forth into the other's mouth to taste and tease. Buffy moved sensuously against him. He caressed the slender hips, reaching over to pat the firm rear that never failed to tease him with the tight denim she wore.

"Mmm"

Her hand wiggled between them to do some teasing of her own. The sound of a zipper being opened, a gasp, followed by a moan, escaped into the lover's retreat. Buffy wiggled her way down washboard abs. She rubbed her sensitive breasts against the bared skin eliciting another moan from her partner. Her lips trailed behind her licking and tasting the bronze skin exposed to her. She loved the way he tried not to lose control until he couldn't do anything else. Buffy shoved the offending clothes out of her way, allowing her to reach the treasures she desired. Beck's long arms reached down to pull her shirt over her head, laughing at her protest at being interrupted.

Smiling down at the man who had won her heart by being himself, which allowed her to find herself. Her hands reached behind her back to undo the bra covering her breasts. Beck's hands immediately came up to catch the golden globes, his thumbs teased the nipples to hard peaks. Buffy threw her head back allowing him free reign to her body. He flipped her over until she lay beneath him. The small scrap of silk that covered her treasures was torn away. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. His rough hands gently moved across her skin, barely touching her, but leaving a trail of heat behind nonetheless.

"I need you, Beck, please," Buffy whispered.

Beck happily complied, and they sighed at the feeling of coming home.

"More." Buffy gasped, demanding her lover sate her body's demands.

He whispered in her ear, telling her how much he wanted her, would always want her. They moved together like one being, one entity. Their pace quickened until they exploded, warm waves of pleasure flooded their bodies.

"I love you," they whispered simultaneously then laughed softly.

Spooning into each other, they felt safe from the world, at least for one more night.

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