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14

Riley couldn't wait to see Buffy. He practically ran back stage, where he was unfortunately stopped by some guard who didn't know that he was the Slayer's boyfriend. He had to explain for a while who he was and then who the flowers were for. Finally, he was allowed in. His heart was beating fast as he knocked on her dressing room. When no one answered, he tentatively opened the door...

Only to have it opened by another man, who was dressed in an impeccably tailored suit.

"Who are you?" The man asked. He had a slight sneer on his face that mimicked the arc of his eyebrow.

Riley wiped off his sweaty hand on his jeans and held it out to the other man.

"My name is Riley Finn, I am Buffy's friend." He smiled. The man looked him up and down with a facial expression that told Finn he was dirt. But then his expression changed to one of understanding. He smiled and waved to the country boy.

"Come on in! Sit down. I am sure we are all waiting for the infamous Buffy Summers to arrive. I'm sorry that the place is so crowded. You know how many flowers she gets."

Riley took it as a friendly gesture and walked in. The place was like a flower shop, or a hospital or something infinitely worse. Blooming flowers covered every part of the room, so that no wall could be seen. The only thing that wasn't growing was the mirror, covered in lipstick notes. Riley quickly glanced at the notes, and the comments. Some of which were obviously sexual. One was written by the man in the suit.

He felt desperately out of place. He looked at the man with wide eyes.

"Are all of these for her?"

"Apparently, you don't visit her often." Another jab followed by a slight chuckle. The man shook his head and shrugged. "I'm sorry, I forgot my manners. My name is Ben Wilkinson."

"Are you her manager?"

"Yes. But that's not why I am writing a note on her mirror." He shrugged. "I know. Not all good things can last. I am here to break up with Buffy."

Riley's heart dropped into his stomach. Roaring in his ears. And then. Silence.

"Where would she be right now?" He heard himself say.

He watched as Ben Wilkinson, the fucking son of a bitch, kept talking forever. He wanted to rip his head off his shoulders. Riley wanted to tear his suit to pieces and eat the flowers until the room was nothing but a closet for broken items. Then he would see Buffy, scream at her and shake her until she admitted that she loved him.

"What time is it? Oh, yes. Then tending to the vampires."

"I am going to find her."

"Good. I really don't have all day. The pens are back behind the big tents. You can't miss them."

Ben watched the man walk out.

"Cunt." He said to the air and sat down to eat her box of chocolates.


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Angelus and Darla were locked inside their individual tents. Buffy took the last vampire and touched her hand to the sensory lock and watched as it opened. She had two men on either side of the vampire and her left hand had the cell phone like remote. Buffy nodded as the cage opened, signifying that the men should unlock his handcuffs. Buffy opened the door and he walked unresisting to the cage where she didn't close the door. She placed the remote on the table, and then followed him in.

He watched her as she moved closer towards him. The cage door closed. They were alone.

Buffy looked down at her feet, with thoughts running through her head. Scenarios and images that pulled her two ways. She wrapped her hands around her arms and pressed her chin to her chest.

"Buffy." Spike whispered, coming towards her.

"Don't move." Her voice cracked, "Just don't do anything"

"Alright." He said softly, but his calm was breaking. Spike wouldn't kill her. But god, everything in his body was aching to do it. To softly take her neck into his mouth and suck until she had nothing left.

"Don't talk!" She snapped.

"Not talking, pet."

"Stop it!"

"I didn't. Do. Anything."

"You are coming closer!" Her voice was hoarse. Her resolve was breaking. "I can't do this if you move."

"Well, I can't do this if you don't look at me!" Spike retorted sharply.

Buffy's head shot up and wordlessly stared at his outburst.

"Bloody hell! It's called free will."

"I am not going to stand for this!" Buffy's eyes blazed, fumbling towards the door. "I never wanted this!"

"Yes you did." Spike said, taking a step forward. "I can smell it."

"No. I didn't." She shook her head adamantly. "I am a good girl. I am a Slayer. I should—"

"Listen to your body." His voice had gotten low.

"You'll kill me." Her eyes looked wildly around, "this is your plan."

"I won't kill you if you fuck me."

She had nowhere to go. Her back was against the bars, and his head was lowering near her lips.

"I hate you." She whispered. "I'm only doing this because... because I haven't had sex in days."

"The feeling is mutual, bitch."

Spike dipped his head low and touched her lips. She mewled, putting her arms around his neck, and leaning into him. Buffy felt him grab a hold of her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist to get closer to him. He put his hand against the wall in support, pushing her against it, crushing her so that almost no breath would come.

All during this time, her lips were hot against his, her tongue brushing against his bottom lip; his hand was up her shirt her breast molding to the curve of his palm as he gently flicked her nipples with his fingernails. The pills were fully active. Her pupils were dilated with desire and drugs. She needed him more than air as she kissed him.


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"Hello? Buffy?" Riley asked to the dark inside of the tent. His eyes had not yet adjusted to the inside, as he stepped away from the light.

"Hello." A man answered back. "It would be best if you were to shut the curtain if you don't want to get in trouble."

"Where is the light switch?" Finn asked, as he fumbled around the nearest table. His hand touched something that was heavy, he picked it up and realized it was a hand gun. He flinched away from it He carefully patted the rest until he found something that felt like a switch, attached to a wire. He clicked it and a single light bulb lit over a cage. Where a man stood inside.

"Hello." The man smiled, Riley squinted, thinking he had seen him somewhere. Then stumbled back when he realized it was the vampire he saw his girlfriend fight earlier. He searched the table until he found a bottle of water, and held it up.

"It's holy water!" He yelled.

"You aren't used to this place, are you?" The man chuckled. Angelus? Was that his name?

"No. I am looking for Buffy. Where is she?"

Angelus grinned as if it was his birthday.

"I will tell you if you answer two questions. Simple and easy."

"Alright." He thought that vampires must be like sphinx or something. Possibly. Maybe.

"First. What is your relation to Buffy."

"I'm... her friend." He said hesitantly. Angelus smiled.

"I take it you are more than that." I can smell her all over you. Angelus thought. This is going to be fantastic.

"She's very popular." Riley mumbled.

"Yes. She is. And she always will be." Angelus sat down cross legged. "You work on a farm of some sorts."

"Yes. A vineyard. What has this got to do with anything?" He asked, getting impatient.

"Riley, my good friend, did you know she makes a minimum of twenty thousand dollars every show?" Angelus smiled when Riley's face dropped. "They are always sold out."

Riley was silent.

"I bet you were virgins when you met." Angelus smiled, "I can see what she saw in you."


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Her hands were on his back, pulling him closer. She grabbed the top of his shirt, and ripped, so she could gain some more access to his skin and then rubbed her hands across the top of his back. His muscles were taunt and she could feel the power coiled in his shoulders. Spike grabbed the top of her pant zipper, and yanked it down. She had clutched the top bar, and pulled herself up so he could yank her leather pants off in one swift motion.

Spike kissed her roughly, bruising and cutting her already tender lip with little nips of his teeth. Buffy couldn't close her mouth with shock. Pressing her against the wall, he grabbed her thigh, and she lifted it up to his hip instinctually.

The vampire kissed her lips, her chest and moved to her breast. He pulled her closer, needing to touch her everywhere, slowly, teasingly; he let his hand drift down her body. Buffy opened her legs in anticipation. He pulled her closer, as one hand slipped down. Slipping his fingers along her wet slit, he teased the breath out of her by just brushing her clit. Buffy's head jerked back the moment he touched her and her body bucked forward for more friction. Spike kissed her neck as his fingers moved in circles, feeling Buffy's body tremble and move against him.

He heard her gasp and increased the pressure, his pants were painfully tight. Spike caught her bottom lip with his teeth and kissed her soundly, his tongue mingling with some of the residual blood. The moment he tasted the faint underlying of Slayer blood, it was the moment when Buffy climaxed. Spike felt her body tense, feet curl, and her tightening grip against him. She was more passionate then he would ever have imagined, responding to every nip, every touch, causing fire to run through his veins.

She mewled against his shoulder, her tousled hair becoming more chaotic as she ran her fingers through her blond locks. When she kissed his collarbone, Spike couldn't hold it any longer.


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"So... you know everything that's going on in here?" Dawn asked curiosity laced in her tone.

"Yup. You could call me the Wash of D'Hoffryn's Circus."

"What?"

"You know, Hoban Washburne to Firefly, as me, to the Circus?"

"Um. No."

"Right. Well, I could tell you everything that's going on here." Dawn straightened up in interest.

"Oh. So what's going on?"

"Well," Jonathon started to plug in different wires to different places, "Your mom is in Giles' dressing room. I think...wait. It sounds like they are kissing!" Dawn looked disgusted.

"Don't be an idiot. They totally would not be hooking up at this moment. I mean, what idiot would do that when his daughter could be listening in?" Jonathon quickly changed the chords around and switched the topic.

"Ben Wilkinson is still in Buffy's dressing room."

"What a pervert. Buffy told me all about him. He's like, totally in love with her but she's definitely too good for him." She flipped her hair. Jonathon, for a second, was amazed with the hair flip. It was so feminine yet, had so much power. Like Leia's buns. Oh, if he could only touch it...

"ANYWAYS!" He said loudly, "Then Willow, Tara, Xander, and Anya are signing autographs, and... woah. That's not right."

He looked at the numbers again, then started rapidly pressing buttons.

"Giles! Giles! Can you hear me? I know you are busy with Buffy's Mom, but this is really important! NO IT CAN'T WAIT! Someone is talking to Angelus! You need to get down there now! I'm calling the rest, just GO!"


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"Where is she?" Riley said softly.

"Is this the first time you've ever seen her perform? I bet you both go out into a field, both meeting in the middle and have plenty of sex. Which makes you more and more in love with her, but it's always her who pushes you away. Unable to compromise." The vampire tisked, "Now, is that any way to be in a relationship?"

"Where is she?" Riley rumbled.

"Oh, she's out in the back, two tents over. She's trying to tame a wild beast at the moment. One that is much more physical than I am." Angelus smiled and pointed to the gun on the table. "You should bring it. For your protection."

Angel paused to chuckle for a moment.

"You know, I hope she's using protection. Though nothing is SUPPOSED to happen. But it has been known, from time to time... Just think of the consequences! Woah! Talk about ruined future!"

"I can take care of myself."

"Not when your girlfriend is fucking a vampire against a wall."


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Spike yanked down his zipper, pulled out his rock hard cock. Without speaking, he rammed it deep inside of her. The pressure was unbelievable, every spot pressed against his member, causing him to feel lost within her. Buffy grunted at the impact, taking the shock and the pain that she would expect from screwing a vampire. The drugs were wearing thin and the vampire would be allowed his kicks.

But then, unexpectedly, came a growing pleasure more toxic than any drug. She was so surprised at the feelings he invoked, she nearly fell to the floor. But his arms secured her safety and his body pinned her against the stable bars. Over and over he plunged deep inside, his chest rumbling with purrs as he nibbled her neck getting closer and closer to her climax. She was so near coming, the walls in her hot center gripped his cock, massaging it, milking it for every feeling she could get.

Spike felt her reaction and couldn't help but gasp as he felt her walls tighten. He stopped for a moment to calm against her protesting whimper. He wanted this to be great, fucking great. And if the Slayer wanted to him to loose it before she finished... well, who was he to complain.

But then Buffy started to move, rhythmically trying to go deeper, fulfilling her own satisfaction. Spike could hardly keep his cool when he kissed her again, and tasted that sweet undertone of blood in her mouth. He became senseless as she wrapped her legs tighter, relaxing in rhythm.

She didn't pull away when he turned, his eyes changing into golden amber as his demon pulled forward, claiming what should rightfully be his. She felt his chest rumble as he roughly licked her neck along the vein, drawing light on the skin to pull her potent Slayer blood closer to the surface.

"I'm gonna loose it." He babbled.

"Harder."

"Shit...Slayer you're so tight..."

Spike was on the brink as he slammed his body into hers, each time, she gasped, as he penetrated deeper. She couldn't feel anything except him. She couldn't taste anything but his lips. And for the first time, she heard him breathe. It was a sound that resounding in her ears. He gave breathy gasps as his every muscle beat her body senseless.

Opening his mouth, he slid his fangs just above near the base of her neck. She lost it as wave after wave of her orgasm crashed over her as he drew a sinful mouthful of her strong potent blood. Feeling her clench and tremble, smelling her sex, watching as her mouth opened numbly and her head roll backwards. It was the taste of her blood on his lips and her sexual purrs of satisfaction that caused him to deteriorate. He came hard.

Falling back against Buffy, Spike licked the small bite leaving little trace of their sexual passion. He kissed the small wound and Buffy wrapped one arm around his neck. They slowly crumpled to the floor, too tired to sleep, breath, or dream.

"You son of a bitch." Riley said. Then raised the gun and shot Spike in the back.


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Author's Note:
Jenasea is the bestest beta ever. I know cookies, etc. However, I just wanted to add on and say that she walked my hand through this entire chapter. I've never written any NC before, so it was an entirely new experience. And she was totally accepting, paitent, and awesomely cool. Sniff... She's totally the best.

Also, since I've never written NC before, I am really interested in hearing what you thought. So feedback is especially requested today.