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Chapter Nine

This time Buffy didn’t get up. She was sitting against the wall with her knees drawn up to her chest. Her breathing was ragged and uneven. Riley reached out gingerly, always ready for the sneak attack. He stopped suddenly. Was she...? “Buffy?” He crouched down to get closer and put his hand on her shoulder. “Buffy, don’t cry. Please don’t cry. I was just…” Caught up in the moment. Carried away with the thought that you might actually care.

He couldn’t remember ever seeing her lose it before. Messy. Ugly. Nothing held back. For so long he had wanted something – anything – that showed she gave a damn. But now, seeing her like this… It wasn’t in him. “Faith wasn’t there.”

He pulled her to him and fell back against the wall, sinking until they were sitting on the floor. She struggled to get out of his arms but he wasn’t going to let her go. He grabbed her as she started to crawl away from him. He said, almost to himself, “I am not going to let you out of my life again.” She was shaking and pushing his hand away. He gripped her shoulders and spun her to face him, pulling her up to her knees. His eyes met hers as he held her there.

She tensed for a second and then she lunged at him. Her lips were against his and then down at his neck. Her hands were in his hair, on his shoulders, against his chest. He could feel his heart racing and couldn’t tell if it was from the fighting or because she was making him so… He gasped as her hands reached down the front of his pants and touched his skin. He released her from his hold and she moved closer to him, pressing her body to his. He grabbed at her waist, pushing her pants down. She stood and took off her shoes. Her hips were right above his head. He reached up, pulling her to his mouth, tasting her as she leaned forward against the wall, standing over him with her eyes closed.

She stepped back, grabbing onto his hair; pulling him up until he was standing. Another step back. He watched as she pulled her top over her head and then stepped towards him again. He reached his hand to her breast and brushed his finger across her nipple, feeling it go hard. He ran his hands down her body, feeling her skin, tracing her scars, his mouth at hers. He stopped to pull off his shirt. “Riley.” She stared up at him and ran her finger down his chest past his stomach. She stopped and smiled wickedly.

No games. This was happening now. He pushed her back roughly, against a narrow table piled high with boxes; lifted her so that she was perched on the edge, her legs straddling his. She pushed the boxes away from behind her and sat back on the table as he stepped out of his jeans. She reached one hand down and the other to the back of his neck, pulling her to him as her tongue pushed his lips open again. He braced his arms against the wall behind her and tried not to focus on what her hand was doing down there. Not yet. Do not come yet. He fought for control as her tongue tasted his and he felt her breasts against him.

He reached down with his hand to spread her legs wider and she shuddered as his hand brushed her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her. Her breath caught as she felt him against her. “Now,” her voice was hoarse. “I want you now.” He watched her close her eyes as he entered her and slowly rocked his hips, going deeper with each push. He was almost there, but wasn’t ready for it to end yet. He looked away quickly, trying to think of something, anything, other than her.

“No,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.” She rocked against him, running her hands down his back, pulling him closer, pulling him deeper inside, moving her hips against his, controlling the pace. His arms shook and his heart pounded. His legs didn’t feel strong enough to hold his weight any longer. He closed his eyes and let her support him. He gave himself totally to her – to it. This incredible feeling; her hunger for him meeting his need for her.

The intensity scared him. His entire body was trembling and he felt his strength start to seep away. He opened his eyes to see her staring back at him, her eyes widening as the first climax ripped through her body. She grasped the edge of the table beneath her, thrusting her hips into his, arching her back, her eyes closing again. She cried out as he bent down, his mouth to her breast, her hair brushing his arms as they moved together. He clenched his hands, trying to make it last, but hearing her moan and feeling her beneath him…

He exploded inside her as she came again. He pulled her hips to his and leaned into her chest, their bodies becoming one. He tried to catch his breath, heard she was gasping for air as well. He could feel her heart beating, pounding as hard as his. He enveloped her with his arms and fell against her. He saw her chest rise and fall quickly with each breath but couldn’t hear her over the throbbing in his head. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him; tears and sweat streamed down her face. He felt dizzy – closed his eyes against the pounding. “Buffy…” He gasped for breath, falling against her as they collapsed against the table.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and eased them to the floor, supporting them both. She tried to steady his shaking, grabbed his sweatshirt from the floor behind him and wrapped it around his shoulders. She tasted salt on his cheek as she pulled his head to hers. She cradled him like she would a baby, gently stroking his hair.

~~ End of Chapter 9 ~~

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