A/N This very first chapter is very Buffy/Riley heavy. However there really is a reason for this and I promise that Spuffyness will ensue in Chapter 2.
RING!
"Damn it," Riley said, as he broke off kissing Buffy to look at the offending phone. Much to Buffy's dismay his hands also stopped moving under her shirt.
"Let it ring," she said breathlessly as she tried to pull him back down into another kiss.
Riley wouldn't let her though.
"It could be important," he said matter of factly.
Buffy sighed as he got off the bed and went for the phone. For a moment she had considered holding him in place, making him wrestle his way off the bed, but she knew Riley wouldn't be amused by that kind of display of her strength. The bed was defiantly not the place to remind him just who was stronger.
She hated how he rushed off after the phone every time it rang, like it was his old beeper from the Initiative. She sometimes got the feeling that he was waiting for them to call him. Waiting for the government to offer him some new monster hunting gig. But it was never the government. It was always Buffy's friends, calling to let them know about the newest weird in Sunnydale or just to invite them to hang out. And every time Riley seemed a little disappointed.
Buffy hated it. She was sorry for Riley. All of his friends had been in the Initiative, and those that hadn't been killed by Adam's human vs. demon war had left town when the Initiative was shut down. So now all he had was her and her friends, and it didn't seem to be enough for him. She didn't seem to be enough for him.
"Hello? Hey Willow, yeah she's here, hold on," he tossed the phone over to her, "It's Willow, it's for you."
Yep, there it was. Riley had disappointment voice.
"Hey Will, what's up?"
"Hey Buffy, sorry to interrupt you, but there's a purple demon on campus."
"Right okay, Riley and I'll grab some weapons and meet you out in front of the old Alma Mater in about 10 minutes, sound good?"
She and Willow finished making plans to meet in front of the chemistry building. For the hundredth time Buffy wondered how Willow could take so many courses during the summer.
"See, I told you it could be important," Riley said after she had hung up with Willow, "So what is it, some new demon? Vampires? What?"
"Purple demons. Let's go.
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"Will do you think maybe mentioning that this demon was made out of stone might have been more useful information than what color it is?" Buffy asked as her fist painfully connected with the demon's hard outer shell.
"Sorry," Willow said.
Luckily the purple lava monster, as Buffy had dubbed it, was slow moving so all of Buffy's injuries were coming from her hitting it, not it hitting her. Buffy couldn't figure out how it could eat people. But Willow had assured her, that she had rescued another student from it, before Buffy had arrived. Evidently the guy had just stared curiously at the thing as it grabbed him.
Maybe it had to do with the spit. The demon was slow, but the thing sure could spit.
This was getting her no where. She needed something to hit it with, a mace or a large hammer, or something. Riley had gone to get the tire iron out of the back of his truck, and she just hopped he'd be back soon. The axe she had brought was completely useless, and it was her favorite axe so there was no way she was gong to dull it trying to chop through stone.
The demon was shaped rather like a volcano. Buffy wasn't really sure how it moved, since it didn't seem to have any legs, but move it did. It had no face, just a very large mouth with wicked looking stone teeth and the two arms which kept trying to grab her.
"Buffy!" Riley shouted, and tossed her the tire iron.
Pthtoo!
"Eewww," Buffy cried, the demon had just spit on her while she had turned to catch the weapon.
It stung a little, but no big deal. Besides, now she had a weapon she could use. Buffy began to strike the thing with all her might, chipping away at the demon. Now wherever she struck it purple chips flew off and a thick purple fluid oozed out.
The demon emitted a high picked whine, and Buffy switched her grip on the tire iron and thrust it up into the demon's mouth. The end of the tire iron poked up out of the top of the demon. Purple blood shot up into the air, out of the wound.
"Even better than baking soda and vinegar," Buffy said. As they watched more and more of the blood poured out. Flowing down the rocky outer face and eroding it. In a few minutes nothing was left but a puddle of chunky goo.
"Well let's hope we don't get a flat on the way home, because I'm not retrieving that." Riley said.
"No, kidding," Willow said. "Well, I still have a chemistry experiment to finish, so I'll see you guys later."
They said their goodbyes.
Buffy wiped the demon spit off of her face. Then Buffy put her arm through Riley's and rested her head against him. "Let's get home and have our own chemistry experiment," she said.
Riley smiled, "Anything to further the pursuit of knowledge."
When they got to Riley's truck she asked, "Can I drive?"
"What?" Riley looked at her aghast. When they'd first met Riley had tried to help Buffy overcome her mistrust of cars and teach her to drive. He'd figured she really couldn't be that bad, she'd just never had a patient teacher. They'd only lasted one session and then they'd both happily given up. Not that Riley was scared of Buffy behind the wheel, he told himself, it just the Initiative health plan didn't cover amputations not caused by HSTs.
"D r i v e," Buffy said slowly to make sure he'd understand, "Can I?" she seemed excited and perky.
"Um, I thought you wanted to get home right away. I can get us there faster."
To Riley's relief that seemed to satisfy Buffy and she happily climbed into the the passenger seat of his truck.
As he began to drive back toward his apartment Buffy began to nibble on his ear.
"Hey now," he said gently, "I'm driving here," not that he was really very upset, the attention from Buffy was nice. She giggled against his neck, her breath tickling him. He was beginning to feel aroused, and decided that five miles above the speed limit wouldn't really hurt anyone.
Then suddenly Buffy's hand was between his legs and she was unzipping him. Before he could react she had grabbed him and started stroking him to attention. Caught by surprise his right foot pressed forward, and suddenly they were doing way more than five miles above the speed limit.
"BUFFY!" he shouted as he tugged hard on the wheel to avoid another car passing legally through the intersection where he was running a red light. The truck swerved to a stop. "What the hell do you think you're doing! Are you trying to get us killed."
"What?" Buffy said with a perfectly innocent face, "I'm just trying to be a good girlfriend."
"Just. . . just wait till we get home okay?" he zipped himself back up looking warily at her.
"Fine, I'll just sit over here," she sounded really annoyed.
Riley knew the remainder of the drive couldn't have been more than five minutes, but it seemed an eternity. Buffy was sitting all the way on the other side of the truck by the window, very pointedly not talking to him.
He had barely finished parking the truck when Buffy was out the door and standing impatiently in front of his apartment door.
As soon as they were inside, she turned to look at him and said, "So am I allowed to touch you now?"
"Buffy, I didn't mean to yell at you, I'm sorry." Riley said.
Much to his relief, Buffy smiled. "You didn't answer my question," she said coyly and knelt down in front of him. She looked up at him through her long eyelashes.
He'd lost his erection during her icy silence but now he could feel his blood rushing back down below the waist. "Yeah baby, you can touch me."
He groaned as he mouth began to suck him. Buffy was hardly the most skillful blow job he'd ever had. Hell most of the girls he'd dated in high school had been better. But then they'd had more practice. He'd known the very first time Buffy had gone down on him that she had never done it before. He loved knowing that his was the only dick that had ever been in her mouth. He'd always hated having to kiss those other girls.
But Buffy was almost only his. She'd only had two other sexual experiences before him. Although those had shown very poor judgment. Still he could forgive her that.
One of her hands reached inside the flap of his boxers, and she cupped his balls.
"That's enough Buffy," he said, pulling away from her before he climaxed in her mouth. She'd never done that before. She seemed to think that oral sex meant mouths only.
"You didn't like that?" she asked as he pulled her to her feet.
"Shh, it's not that," he said as he kissed her to keep her quiet and moved her toward the bed.
He lay her down on the bed, "Let me just get the lights," he said moving toward the light switch.
"Couldn't we leave them on?" She asked.
He turned them off and made his way by memory back to the bed.
"Or maybe try something different?" she continued.
Damn, she must have been reading Cosmo again. She always seemed to think that she was doing stuff wrong in bed. And when had she started asking so many questions again? She'd been like that when they first started sleeping together. Always afraid that she'd do something wrong, that she wouldn't be good enough and he'd leave. And then just when he'd convinced her that he liked her just the way she was, Faith came along and messed everything up. She'd been convinced that Faith in her body must have been better in bed.
She just didn't get it. He didn't want an experienced girl. He'd had lots of those when he was her age. He wanted a girl he could settle down with. A girl he could marry, who could be the mother of his children.
Still, she was obviously not going to be quiet tonight so he bit the bullet and asked, "What did you have in mind?"
"I've always been curious about what you'd feel like inside my," she stopped, searching for the word she wanted, "ass."
He couldn't believe his ears. She didn't even sound embarrassed when she suggested it. He'd never heard her be that forward before. "Buffy, how many times have I told you, I don't want to play any kinky games with you, I just want to make love to you," that always worked. She would become all apologetic and tell him how much she loved him and then they could get on with it. Evidently not this time.
"So what I want doesn't matter?" she asked irritation creeping into her voice.
"Of course it matters, I'm just not comfortable with that, okay?"
"Okay, I guess that's fair. So maybe you could tie me up or something then?"
"Has anyone ever tied you up before?"
"Not in a sex kind of way."
"Then how do you know you want it?"
"That's. . . That's stupid logic!" She reached over to turn on his bedside lamp. When the light came on he could see she was angry.
"Buffy-"
"No, that's the whole point. You're my first real lover. The first guy who ever stuck around so that it could be more than a one night stand. If I can't experiment with you, who can I do it with?"
"Buffy I love you."
"I love you too. I just don't see why you get to make all the decisions about sex."
"I let you make the Slaying decisions."
"That's not the same at all."
"Sure it is. Look, you have more experience fighting demons. I grant you that. All my military training, well, it looks inadequate compared to the stuff you've seen here in your hometown. That's why, difficult as it was, I've learned to let you give the orders in the field-"
"So this is all about who out ranks who and giving orders?" Buffy voice had become a high pitched shriek. How could she misunderstand him so badly. "So if I was a whore you'd give me what I want is that it?" She jumped up off the bed and headed for the door.
"No Buffy. Wait. That's not-"
SLAM! CRASH!
He winced as the striker for the door flew out of the door frame and crashed into his stereo. Without the striker to hold the door in place, the front door to his apartment swung open and shut.
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pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
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