The rating has gone up again and just to be safe, I feel I should warn that there is slight bloodplay. I hope this doesn't put you off and that you still enjoy this installment. Thanks for reading and as always, reviews are much appreciated.
The remainder of the holidays went by in what seemed like a flash. Everyone in the house was grateful for a couple of weeks in which to relax and get back some energy. Even Giles was more laid back and only insisted that Kennedy, Faith and Buffy go patrolling in the local cemeteries twice a week, instead of his usual every other day. This suited the girls – especially Buffy – just fine, as they wanted to spend as much time cooped up in the warm house as possible.
Willow and Sirius continued to be wrapped up in each other most of the time, but did manage to spend some time with their friends as well. Willow could often be found in the library with Dawn, talking and listening avidly to the younger girl’s college life. With everything that had been going on since she’d gotten back from L.A., she never had gotten the chance to sign up for any courses at Bath’s university and so was very interested to hear what Dawn had to say about her studies in Rome.
They were often joined by Buffy, who was very happy to have her little sister back at home, even if it was only for a couple of days. It always brought a smile to her face when Dawn would go on a ramble about a professor or book that she liked, but the joy was at times bittersweet as it reminded her of their mother and how much she wished she could be there to see Dawn so happy.
The gift she’d received from Remus was on her bedside table and her breath still hitched every time she looked at it. The werewolf was a very welcome new presence in her life and she was still amazed at just how comfortable she felt with him, even though they had only known each other for a very short time. Despite the wild animal he turned into during the full moon, he was a very quiet and calm man. But there was also darkness inside him, as well as a mischievous streak that would come out from time to time, usually when Sirius was around. They spent countless hours reminiscing about their years at Hogwarts, regaling the Scooby Gang with their pranks and adventures.
About a week after Dumbledore’s visit, Giles and Remus braved the harsh cold outside – quite uncommon in England – and spent an afternoon putting up wards around the house while Sirius watched glumly from the porch. Each new ward seemed like another bar being put up, finally resulting in a new prison cell. He hated it and a part of him hated Dumbledore for doing this to him, even as a small voice in his head told him that it was necessary.
New Year’s Eve had been a pretty quiet affair. They stayed in, even though Buffy and Faith were itching to go out and party hard, but knowing that Sirius – and therefore Willow as well - wouldn’t be able to join them put a damper on those plans. When the clock struck midnight, Remus had kissed Buffy in front of everyone, completely ignoring the sounds of their catcalls and the explosion of fireworks around them. It had to rank in her top five kisses…ever.
As New Year’s Eve came and went, the mood in the house changed as everyone started preparing for the arrival of the potential Slayers and the departure of Dawn, who had wanted to be back in Italy before term started to study for some of her exams. Buffy couldn’t help but marvel at the change in her sister; she had never shown any great interest in history in high school.
Remus left the same day as Dawn, just as the first few girls were returning from their holiday. Xander drove Dawn to the airport again and Remus apparated away after promising he would be back as soon as possible to see them all again.
With the young Slayers back from holiday, everyone was kept pretty busy. Giles was still trying to ascertain whether or not he could set up a school for the girls. It was becoming more and more pressing, the girls had already missed months of school and as an academic he often felt guilt gnawing at him for not sorting everything out sooner. He had spoken with Remus, who was more than happy to come and teach the girls about the wizarding world once a week. As much as Remus insisted he enjoyed teaching, Giles was sure the main reason for agreeing had been the opportunity to see Buffy often.
The Watcher had also been busy looking over the plans Xander had drawn up over Christmas. When Xander had first approached him with the idea to renovate the barn and stable into more living quarters and a technological base of some sort, he had been apprehensive. It would be costly and even though they had managed to take over the Watchers’ Council’s accounts, he was hesitant to spend that much money on renovations when it would be cheaper and simpler to rent or buy a building in the city. However, when he had seen a spark of excitement in Xander’s eyes, a spark that had been missing for the past several months, he had decided to support his ideas. Lord only knew that he needed something to keep him busy and this was something that everyone would benefit from in the long run. Xander had also suggested that he could use this opportunity to teach the girls, the ones who were interested at least, about building and manual labor.
With the return of the girls came a return of the old routine. Much of the beginning of January was spent trying to gain some control over the girls, who were more interested in catching up with everyone than getting back into training. In an attempt to prepare the girls for the teachers that would hopefully be arriving soon, Giles decided to split them into groups of five and have the original Scoobies act as tutors. Willow would obviously be in charge of the magical education, explaining the importance of spells and certain mystical objects. Buffy and Andrew, who was still training to become a Watcher, took it upon themselves to teach the girls about the Slayer lore. Faith, with the occasional help from Kennedy, would take over training and weapons. Finally, Remus and Sirius took it upon themselves to tell them about the wizarding world and attempt to explain the difference between their magic and Willow’s. These sessions tended to be the most popular, with the older members of the household also in attendance. Xander had begged out of teaching for the time being and was instead engrossed in putting the finishing touches to his project, as well as brainstorming new methods of using technology to their advantage. Weekly field trips to cemeteries in the city rounded everything off quite nicely, in Giles’ opinion.
* * *
The snow that had covered Giles’ expansive grounds slowly began to melt as January ended and rolled into February. The weather itself was still dark and rainy, but no amount of rain could muddy up Buffy’s mood as Valentine’s Day came again after one year. While she usually dreaded this day that celebrated love, this year was different.
This year, she was a woman in love.
Buffy smiled at the thought as she sat in the kitchen and ate some cornflakes; soggy from being in the milk too long as she daydreamed all the way through the breakfast she was having with Faith and Willow.
Ever since her first real relationship, with Angel, Buffy had been careful about falling in love. Actually, whenever she thought back to the men in her life, she was pretty sure that Angel may have been the only one she had ever really been in love with.
Riley had been safe and the kind of man to bring home to one’s mother, but she hadn’t gone through the “in love” phase of the relationship with him. There had been an attraction, sure, but he’d never given her butterflies in her stomach. She hadn’t spent days thinking about him and smiling. She had simply loved him. He had been dependable and what she had needed at that point in her life. Thinking back to that time always made her feel guilty about the way she had treated him. Riley was a good man and she just hoped that wherever he was, his wife Sam gave him the love he deserved, the kind of love that Buffy had been unable to provide.
With Spike, well everyone knew that story. It had been lust in the beginning and had remained so for the duration of their time together. The lust had turned into respect when he had come back with a soul. In the end, she had loved him, but again, she hadn’t been in love. Thinking about Spike had a different effect on her mood. Mostly, it made her feel angry and hurt. He still hadn’t contacted her and it stung. While she didn’t have feelings for him, she also didn’t have closure and she just couldn’t understand why he was avoiding her.
Shaking her head to get rid of those gloomy thoughts, she willed herself back to the present. It was nice to feel jittery and nervous around a man again. It took her back to being a teenager and blushing whenever the boy she liked was around.
“Earth to Buffy. Can you hear me?” Willow asked, waving her hand in front of Buffy’s face.
“Huh?” Buffy said, looking up to see Willow and Faith grinning at her.
“I was just asking if you wanted me to take over your group patrol tonight, in case you were meeting up with Remus.” Faith asked, winking.
Buffy blushed, looking down at her bowl.
“That’d be great, thanks.” She mumbled.
“Good morning, ladies.” Sirius said in a loud voice as he entered the kitchen with Xander in tow. He walked straight over to Willow and proceeded to greet her with very few words and much tongue.
Faith and Xander just rolled their eyes, while Buffy looked on a bit enviously. She had to wait until that evening before she could kiss Remus like that. One of these days it would be nice to be kissed by the man she was in love with first thing in the morning, she mused as she took her bowl to the sink and emptied its contents. She couldn’t eat anymore, her stomach clenching in anticipation for tonight.
The day went by in a haze of giggling girls, a sputtering Giles and very little work being done by anyone. After breakfast, Faith had insisted on taking Buffy for a run, to take her mind off things and get her to relax a bit. The run had lasted all of ten minutes before Faith realized it was pointless and instead they had sat on the porch and had some much needed girl-talk. Buffy still found it strange that she and Faith were such good friends after everything that had happened between them, but she was happy about it at times like these, when she could giggle about all the dirty things Faith had done with men.
The afternoon was pleasant as well as Buffy phoned Dawn.
“So, you’re sure that you’re ok with this?” Buffy asked.
In Italy, Dawn looked up from the book in front of her and scowled, even though she knew her older sister couldn't see it.
“Buffy, for the gazillionth time, yes, I am ok with you going on a date.”
“And you don’t mind that he’s a werewolf?”
“Why would I mind?” Dawn asked, turning a page. “Oz is a werewolf, Angel and Spike are vampires. I’ve come to terms with the fact that nobody in our group of friends is ever going to have a normal relationship and we? None of us are normal in the strictest sense, we’re all supernatural and I think it makes sense to look for someone who understands the world we live in, don’t you?”
Buffy was silent for a minute.
“Wow, that was very mature, Dawn. What’s happening to you? You’re still supposed to be a silly teenager!”
Dawn smirked; she could just imagine the look of shock on her sister's face.
“Buffy, one of us has to be the mature one.”
“Ha ha, very funny Dawn.” She grumbled, but there was a twinkle in her eyes that gave away her amusement. “So, what are you researching now?”
“How do you know I'm researching? I'm talking to you on the phone!”
“Dawn, please, I'm a Slayer. I can hear you turning the pages over the phone. Plus, I can't actually remember the last time I saw you without a book.”
“Oh, all right. I’m reading through some of the Watchers' Diaries Giles lent me over Christmas and checking if any of them mention the wizarding world.”
Dawn shook her head.
“Not really. I’ve found one or two mentions, but all quite trivial, nothing helpful yet.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll find something sooner or later.” Buffy reassured her, glancing at the clock. “I’m off to get ready. God, I can’t believe I’m actually going on a date. I haven’t been on one in almost a year!”
“You’re going to have a great time. Do you know where he’s taking you?”
“No, he said it was a surprise. Talk to you later, Dawnie.”
“Love you, bye.”
Buffy hung up the phone and walked out of the living room, a slight bounce in her step. She made her way upstairs and smiled at the muffled noises coming from Willow’s bedroom. Honestly, with the amount of sex she was having, Buffy found it fascinating that the redhead could still walk.
Once she was in the sanctuary of her own bedroom, Buffy closed and locked the door and undressed, turning on the shower and stepping under the hot water. She thoroughly rinsed her hair and showered. By the time she was done, the water was turning a bit cold. Wrapping a towel around her body, she stepped into the fogged up bathroom, cleaning the mirror so that she could see herself.
“What to wear? What to wear?” she mumbled, walking to her wardrobe and opening it, searching through the multitude of clothes hanging there. She smiled when she found the perfect dress and shoes to go with it.
Remus is going to flip when he sees this, she thought to herself.
Two hours later Buffy was putting the finishing touches to her make-up. Slipping on the high-heeled shoes, she stood in front of the large mirror and looked at herself from all angles.
“Summers, you look good.” She said to herself, giggling. Just then she heard the doorbell ring and with a final twirl, she grabbed her purse and walked out of the room. She passed a few girls in the hallway; they all complimented her and giggled. Buffy just smiled happily. She was just about to turn the corner and walk down the stairs when she heard Sirius’s joking voice. Standing against the wall, she listened.
“So, first date?”
“Oh shut it Padfoot, you know very well it is…in a long time.”
“Where are you taking her?”
“I made reservations at Les Frères Heureux.”
Buffy frowned as Sirius whistled.
“That place is very fancy, Remus.”
“I know, but she’s worth it.”
Buffy blushed at this and decided to leave her hiding place. She made her way down the stairs, blushing deeply as both men broke off in the middle of the conversation, staring at her openly. Sirius had a small smile on his face, his eyes politely appreciative, but his gaze left her the minute Willow walked into the hall and came to join them.
Remus was simply gob smacked. He had enough mind to not let his mouth drop open, but the temptation was great. Buffy was truly a vision. In her black, form-fitting dress that just reached her knees and had a deep V-neck, showing a hint of cleavage, she was the most beautiful woman he had seen in a long time. Her hair fell down her back in loose curls, with ringlets framing her face.
He barely noticed Willow when she joined them, his eyes still on the woman in front of him. What was she doing with the sorts of him? How did he get so lucky?
Buffy radiated happiness as she finally reached her date for the evening. She was pleased to see that he wasn’t wearing robes, but had opted for a suit. It wasn’t of the best quality, but Buffy really couldn’t care less. He looked delicious.
“Hi.” She said softly.
“Hello.” Remus answered, a goofy grin on his face.
Sirius and Willow looked at each other; their presence had obviously been forgotten.
“Ok! Have fun, you two!” Willow said, taking Sirius by the hand and dragging him into the kitchen to give the couple some privacy.
Remus took Buffy by the hand and gently pulled her to him.
“You look absolutely amazing.” He whispered before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss.
Buffy thought her face would cramp up from all the smiling she was doing as she pulled away from him.
“So do you. I love the suit.”
Remus looked down at himself, scowling at the old material.
“This old thing? It’s just something I’ve had lying around for the last, oh, ten years.” He said sheepishly.
“Oh hush. I think you look sexy.” Buffy reassured him.
It was Remus’s turn to blush.
“So, where are we going?” Buffy asked, feigning ignorance.
Remus smiled mysteriously, leading her to the front door and opening it for her, eying her appreciatively when she walked by.
“That, Miss Summers, is a surprise.” He answered, shutting the door behind them.
“Lucky for you, I love surprises.” Buffy whispered as they walked further away from the house. Her skin tingled when they walked through the anti-apparition wards surrounding the house. Remus stopped and pulled her to him.
“Now, hang on tight.” He mumbled.
Buffy smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“I think I can manage that.”
She felt Remus turn and moved with him. There was a strong pulling force acting on her stomach and she felt as if she were being pushed through an extremely small opening. She staggered slightly when her feet touched ground again; Remus’s hold on her the only thing still keeping her standing.
“Woah! What the hell was that?” she asked, blinking at the suddenly bright lights in front of her.
She looked around in interest and saw that they had left Giles’ house and Bath’s countryside behind and were standing in the middle of an old street. People walked around them, completely unconcerned that they had seemingly appeared out of thin air. The street itself was cobble stoned and full of shops. Buffy looked at the building directly in front of her and saw that it was in fact a restaurant, with Les Frères Heureux written in large letters above the door. There were huge lanterns in front of the restaurant, which explained the light.
“That, my dear, was apparition.” Remus answered, taking her arm again and walking inside the restaurant.
“Well, it was way wiggy and not at all fun.”
“You get used to it.”
They stood waiting for a few minutes until a man dressed in a cross between robes and a suit joined them.
“Oui? ‘ow may I ‘elp you?” he asked with a strong French accent, his eyes running up and down Remus’s suit, a look of distaste on his features. His gaze flicked to Buffy and she raised her eyebrow. He had the decency to flush in embarrassment. Remus didn’t seem to notice the silent exchange, or if he did, decided to ignore it.
“We have a reservation under the name Remus Lupin.”
The man looked down at a large book and nodded.
“Oui, that is correct. Please, follow me.”
They made their way inside and Buffy couldn’t help but smile as she looked around. It looked like a typical French restaurant, with candles and soft music. Pierre, as the man introduced himself when he stopped by their table, drew out a chair and gestured for Buffy to sit down.
“Thank you.” She said.
Remus sat across from her. Pierre handed them both menus and bowed slightly before walking away to give them privacy.
“Remus, this is beautiful.” Buffy said as soon as they were alone.
“I’m glad you like it.” He answered, reading over the menu. The full moon was only two nights away and he felt like having meat…and lots of it.
Pierre returned a few minutes later to take their orders, smiling at the looks the couple kept exchanging. He truly loved Valentine’s Day, especially when his restaurant was full of people in love.
“Am I seeing this right? Lupin?” A cold voice behind him asked and Pierre turned around, an automatic smile on his face as he greeted Lucius Malfoy and his wife, Narcissa.
“Ah, bon soir, Monsieur Malfoy. Madam Malfoy.” He said, bowing slightly. The woman barely acknowledged him, her attention fully focused on the couple sitting in front of them.
Remus looked away from Buffy, the smile on his face vanishing as his eyes met the cold stare of Lucius.
“Good evening,” he said curtly.
“My, my. Lupin, I can honestly say I never thought I would ever see you in a place like this. Wherever did you find the money to be able to pay for not one, but two meals at a restaurant of this standard? Surely that shack you call a home wouldn’t be worth that kind of money?” Lucius asked in a drawling, obviously aristocratic voice, his icy gaze running over Buffy’s body, a sneer forming on his lips as he spent more time than was appropriate looking at her cleavage.
Buffy glared at him before looking at the woman standing behind him. The expression on her haughty face was of utter boredom and slight distaste as she eyed Remus and Buffy.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your concern, Malfoy, was it?” Buffy answered, enjoying the look of shock that appeared on his face at being spoken to in such a manner.
“How dare you speak to me in such a tone? Do you have any idea who I am?” he demanded, drawing up to his full height.
Buffy shook her head.
“Nope.” She said, putting special emphasis on the 'p,' simply to aggravate the man some more. He looked like the type who would not fully appreciate slang.
“I am Lu-”
“I’m sorry, but what gives you the impression that I care?” she asked, smiling at him sweetly before turning back to Remus and lacing her fingers through his, effectively dismissing the wizard currently giving her death glares.
Pierre quickly ushered the Malfoys to their table which was, thankfully, at the other side of the restaurant, so there wouldn’t be more conflicts between the two couples.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Buffy.” Remus said after a few minutes of silence.
“Done what?” Buffy asked, taking a sip of her wine and letting the taste roll on her tongue. While she had never really liked alcohol or drunk it in great excess, ever since she had moved to Bath and discovered Giles’ wine cellar, she had learned to appreciate a good bottle of old wine.
“Insulted him like that. Lucius is a very powerful man.” Remus explained, looking worriedly at the man in question.
Buffy sighed, setting down her glass and thinking about how best to explain to him that Lucius did not scare her.
“Remus, he doesn’t even know my name. Don’t worry about it, ok? Please don’t let one stuck up wizard ruin our evening.”
Remus smiled at her, leaning forward for a kiss. After that the conversation turned to more happy subjects. Remus asked her about her work with the other Slayers and in turn told her of his own experience with teaching. Their food arrived, pasta with tiger prawns for Buffy and a steak (done very rare) for Remus and there was a slight lull in the conversation as they both enjoyed their food.
Buffy was on her third glass of wine by the time a waiter came to take away their empty plates and she became giggly as the alcohol buzzed through her veins. Remus watched her with a slight smile.
“Would you like some dessert?” he asked.
Buffy giggled at this, a mischievous smile appearing on her face as she ran her foot up and down Remus’s leg under the table. Remus froze.
“Mmm…dessert sounds lovely.” She answered, licking her lips sensuously, her eyes darkening. “You really do look delicious tonight, Remus. Good enough to eat.”
Remus gulped nervously. Buffy’s foot resumed its trail up and down his leg, going ever higher. Remus growled quietly.
“Bill?” he muttered.
Buffy nodded her head and Remus quickly signaled to Pierre. Five minutes later they were leaving the restaurant, not noticing another couple stand up. Once outside Buffy turned around and grabbed a handful of Remus’s suit jacket, pulling him to her. She stood up on her tiptoes, the high-heels still not making up for the height difference between them, and kissed him.
Remus moaned as he felt her tongue on his lips. He opened his mouth, angling his head to deepen the kiss, one arm on her waist, the other tangled in her hair. He didn’t generally partake in such public displays of affection, but there was something about the woman in his arms that made his blood boil.
“Making out like a couple of randy teenagers in the middle of the street. How uncouth,” said a voice behind them and Remus reluctantly pulled away from Buffy, his breathing slightly labored.
“What did you expect Narcissa? He is just a half-breed and Merlin knows where he picked her up.” Lucius replied, smirking at the couple.
Buffy made to step around Remus, violence on her mind, but Remus caught her hand and stopped her. He stepped behind her, their bodies touching and whispered in her ear, loud enough for the two blonds in front of them to hear.
“Leave them be. He’s just jealous because his wife is nowhere near as passionate as you. She’s as cold as a fish. One wonders when the last time was that they shagged.”
He grinned as Narcissa’s face flushed with anger and Lucius moved to get his wand. His arms around Buffy, Remus turned and apparated them away. Their feet touched solid ground again and Remus pulled Buffy more tightly against him.
“That was very naughty.” Buffy whispered, rubbing against him and smiling at his groan. She swiveled around in his arms and attached herself to his lips. They kissed for several minutes, hands running over each other’s bodies, small gasps and groans escaping them both. Buffy was the one to pull away, her face flushed and gasping for breath.
“Follow me.” She muttered against his lips, taking his hand and almost dragging him towards the house. Remus noticed that only two or three windows showed lights coming from the inside and wondered how late it was.
“Buffy, are you su-”
Buffy silenced him with another hard kiss and by the time she pulled away, he forgot what he had wanted to say. He stood behind her and nipped at her neck as she dug for her keys and finally unlocked the door. Following her inside, he pushed her against the dark wood, their momentum shutting the door with a resounding bang.
It was him that initiated the kiss this time, grabbing her wrists and holding them against the door while his tongue played with hers. Buffy groaned deep in her throat, moving her hips and feeling him harden against her.
Remus moved her hands together over her head, clutching them with one hand as the other drifted down her body, skimming over her breast and stopping when it reached the hem of her dress. He felt Buffy shudder against him as he slowly dragged his fingers up, up, up, until his hand was right at her center.
“Oh God…” Buffy moaned, pulling back from the kiss as Remus dragged a finger over her panties.
“This really is a beautiful dress, Buffy…” he muttered in her ear, beginning to rub her.
“I-I’m glad you like it.” Buffy gasped, staring into his eyes, drowning in the dark brown orbs as her breathing sped up. Somewhere in the back of her mind it registered that any one of the thirty people currently living in this house could hear or see them, but far from wanting to make her stop, it made her pulse speed up.
“Oh yes…yesss…right there…”
Remus watched her face as his hand sped up, moving in a circular motion. Buffy’s face scrunched up, a crease forming between her eyebrows and her eyes falling shut as she started moving her hips, her gasps turning into deep groans. The sounds went straight to his groin.
Buffy’s eyes flew open and her mouth opened as her orgasm hit suddenly. Remus kissed her and swallowed her shrieks as she came.
Her breathing slowed down and Remus let go of her wrists, dropping his hand to her waist and kissing her languidly. Buffy wound her fingers in his hair, her tongue deep in his mouth as she lifted one leg and ran it up his thigh.
Remus growled into the kiss, removed his hand from her panties and lifted her in his arms, making his way to the stairs. Later on he would marvel at how they made it all the way up to the second floor without falling in the darkness, but right now he was too busy kissing Buffy to give it much thought. They did, however, have trouble maneuvering in the upstairs hallway and bumped into the walls on numerous occasions, eliciting a girlish and slightly drunken giggle from Buffy every time.
* * *
“Do you suppose they’re having a nice time?” Willow asked, her hand running up and down the arm Sirius had around her waist.
She and Sirius were lying in bed in Willow’s room, savoring the afterglow of their second round of love-making of the night. Unlike Buffy and Remus, they had not had the luxury of going out to a restaurant for dinner, but they had improvised and had a lovely, romantic dinner right here, in Willow’s bedroom.
Just then, they heard the resounding bang of the front door being shut.
“I guess Buffy’s home.” Willow murmured. Sirius hummed in agreement, kissing the back of her neck.
“I’m sure they had a lovely time.” He whispered.
“I can’t wait for the day you get cleared and we’ll be able to go out in public.”
They both leaned up on their elbows when something crashed into the wall outside the bedroom.
“What do you think that was?” Willow asked.
“I’ll go and check.” Sirius answered, getting up and walking to the door, unconcerned with his nudity. He opened the door and stuck his head into the hallway, looking left and right for the source of the noise. When he closed the door and turned back to the bed, there was a wide grin on his face.
“What is it?”
“Oh, nothing. Remus and Buffy are having a really good time, if you get my drift.”
“You mean they’re…you know?”
Sirius chuckled, sliding back into bed and kissing her gently.
“Well, not yet…” he said. “How can you still blush after everything that we’ve done together and after everything that you've seen?”
Willow ducked her head, her blush intensifying.
“Hey, it doesn’t matter. I like it. Don’t ever lose your innocence Willow; it’s one of the many things that make me love you.”
Willow’s gaze snapped up to meet his eyes.
“Did you just say-”
Sirius captured her lips with his own.
“Willow…I love you.” He whispered when they pulled apart.
The smile that graced her face was like a ray of sunshine to him.
“Oh Sirius, I love you too.” She said before kissing him again, rolling them so that she lay on top of him.
* * *
Buffy fumbled with the door handle, but finally got the door open and they staggered into her room, Remus kicking the door shut. He set Buffy down on her feet and she proceeded to unbutton his jacket, their kiss turning into nips and light bites as she pulled it down his arms and let it fall to the floor.
Her fingers went to work on the many buttons of his shirt and she growled at how long it took to undo them. Finally, she grabbed the shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere.
The beast in Remus started stirring at the small acts of violence. It saw it as a challenge and decided to fight back. This close to the full moon and in his heightened state of arousal, Remus let the wolf come out and play.
He growled deep in his throat, a low, primal sound as he pushed Buffy onto the bed and took a moment to look her over. Her hair was wild and free, her lips swollen from all the kissing. Her cheeks and what he could see of her chest were flushed and she was panting. The look in her eyes was completely wanton.
Remus had enough sense to fish his wand out of his jacket and cast a contraceptive charm before continuing. He took off what remained of his shirt and started undoing his pants. Buffy started to sit up and her hands moved behind her back to unzip her dress, but Remus just shook his head.
“None of that…leave it for me for later.”
Buffy nodded and lay back on her elbows, her eyes traveling over the expanse of flesh bared to her as Remus pulled off his trousers and boxers. She smiled, licking her lips when her gaze landed on the werewolf’s cock. She couldn’t wait to have all of that in her.
Remus stalked towards the bed, his movements fluid and those of a predator. He crawled over her, effectively trapping her body between him and the bed, his lips finding her ear and biting the lobe gently.
“You look exquisite, lying here, waiting for me to take you…” he murmured in her ear. “Do you want me to take you?”
Buffy’s breath caught in her throat. His voice was silky and absolutely sinful.
“Yes, yes, please…”
Remus sat back on his heels and flipped Buffy over, his hands running up her body and stopping when he reached the top of her dress. He leaned over her and slowly dragged down the zipper, kissing and biting the skin revealed to him. Buffy moaned and groaned underneath him, her hips rising in an attempt to have more contact with him.
“Patience, little one…”
Buffy sighed when Remus lifted her onto her knees and pulled off the dress, leaving her clad in only her underwear and heels. He threw the dress on the ground and unclasped her bra, sliding it down her hands and depositing it on top of the dress. Buffy leaned against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, arching into his touch as he started playing with her breasts.
Buffy nodded, turning her head and kissing him deeply. She mewled when one hand went back to cup her through her panties, rubbing her. It was sensory overload and it wasn’t long before she came for the second time that night. She broke the kiss, panting and rubbing against him, her skin slick with sweat.
Remus pushed her gently back onto the bed and dragged her soaked panties down her legs. He brought them to his nose and breathed in deeply. Buffy’s breathing sped up as she watched over her shoulder.
“You smell good…” he told her, his voice low and husky.
Remus chuckled at the need in her voice, grabbing her legs and spreading them, leaving her completely open to his gaze. He undid her shoes and let them fall to the floor before crawling between her spread legs. Starting at her neck he ran the tip of his tongue down her back, between her butt cheeks and down to her sopping center.
“Oh God, Remus…”
Remus licked her, his tongue dipping into her and eating her out. All the while Buffy moaned and cried out as the pleasure built again and she came with a shriek. She closed her eyes and lay on the bed, recovering from her third orgasm and felt Remus shift on the bed, his touch gone.
She yelped as he grabbed her waist and pulled her up onto her hands and knees, his cock rubbing against her juices before he pulled back and thrust in completely. Buffy cried out as he stretched her, longer and thicker than Spike had been.
“Like that? Like being stretched by me?”
Buffy nodded, her eyes screwed shut as he set a hard and fast pace. She could feel his pubic hair rubbing against her, that’s how deep he went.
“D-don’t hold back…you can’t hurt me…” she mumbled, moving her hips to meet him. Remus growled, pulling out of her and flipping her onto her back. He lifted her legs and angled his hips, thrusting into her to the hilt. Buffy let out a guttural groan as he leaned forward, her legs spread wide and bent at the knees as he pushed onto them, supporting himself on his hands.
“You want it hard?”
Remus rotated his hips slowly, rubbing her clit.
“Please what? Beg me for it.”
“F-fuck me. Make me yours.” Buffy cried out, shrieking when he pulled out and did just that. Her hands scrambled to find something to hold on to as he pounded into her, muttering dirty things into her ear. She grabbed the headboard and reveled in his guttural groans and growls, their bodies slapping together. The bed made a steady thump thump thump sound as it hit the wall from the force of his thrusts.
It wasn’t the slow and romantic kind of making love that she had pictured their first time to be like, but she didn’t care. Her back arched as he attacked her nipples with hard bites, his hips speeding up as his growls rose in volume and she came with a loud keen, her inner muscles squeezing him like a vice.
Remus pulled off of her and sat back on his heels, dragging her body with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he grabbed her ass and lifted it off the bed. She laid there on her shoulders, completely at his mercy, her hands clutching the sheets.
“You’re mine.” He growled, his thrusts slowing and becoming deep, but no less hard.
Buffy could only nod, whimpering when his thumb started rubbing her clitoris roughly. She winced at the slight discomfort, but didn’t protest as he slid in and out of her, filling her so completely.
Remus kept flicking his gaze between her face and his penis disappearing inside of her. He kept rubbing her and even went so far as to slowly, carefully dip his thumbs into her, together with his cock, to get them wet. Buffy cried out as he stretched her to the point of pain.
His hips sped up again.
“Say it!” he growled.
Remus thrust into her half a dozen more time, her walls squeezing him as she came again making him fall over the edge with something close to a howl. Buffy groaned as the pleasure spread through her like fire.
Remus stayed sitting on his heels, his mouth open as he stared at the ceiling, his cock twitching inside of her with every spurt of semen. After a few minutes in which the only thing that was heard was their heavy breathing, Buffy let her legs fall limp onto the bed and Remus carefully pulled out of her.
Buffy watched through hooded eyes as he got off the bed and went into the bathroom, returning with a small towel. She smiled as he cleaned himself and knelt at the foot of the bed, looking up at her with a slight frown. Buffy blushed under his scrutiny.
“You’re bleeding.” He mumbled.
Buffy just stretched.
“Oh God, Buffy, I’m sorry, I was too rough.”
Buffy sat up, wincing slightly.
“I liked it. I swear I did. If it had hurt too much, I would have stopped you.”
Remus kept looking at the nest of curls between her legs, his eyes flashing amber and licking his lips.
“Do you, er, want a taste?” she asked uncertainly.
His eyes shot to hers.
“You’re not serious.”
“Well, I know it’s the full moon in two days, so your beast is restless and don’t think I didn’t notice the look on your face whilst you were eating your bleeding steak.” Buffy answered. “And, I wouldn’t mind if you…you know…wanted a taste. I trust you.”
Remus watched, shocked as Buffy spread her legs wider. The scent of her blood reached him and he inhaled deeply, a slight snarl escaping him. When Buffy didn’t move, he rose on his knees and climbed back onto the bed.
He lay down on his stomach and blew lightly before running the tip of his tongue up her slit. He heard Buffy sigh and repeated the motion, lapping at her like a cat would drink its milk.
Buffy watched him with a small smile, marveling at her own brazenness. Little sparks of pleasure coursed through her every time he moved over her little bundle of nerves, but there was no build up, just a constant thrum. After a while Remus moved up her body, licking and kissing her stomach and breasts before reaching her lips.
Buffy groaned into his mouth when she tasted herself on him. She wrapped her arms around his neck while Remus lay on top of her, his hands in her hair. They stayed like that for several minutes, just enjoying being close to each other without feeling the need to hurry things along. They had the rest of the night together.
And, hopefully, most of tomorrow as well, Buffy thought to herself, smiling into the kiss.
* * *
Faith tossed and turned in her bed, sleep elusive as the walls of her room did absolutely nothing to block out the sounds coming from the room adjacent to hers. She groaned in frustration as she looked at the clock next to her bed. It read 04:23, which meant that almost five hours had passed since Buffy and Remus had returned from their date and it did not sound like they would be coming up for air any time soon.
Sighing and acknowledging that she wouldn't get any sleep if she stayed in this room any longer, Faith tossed the covers off of her and marched out of the room. She crept silently down the corridor, not wanting to disturb anyone that might potentially be asleep – although how that was possible with all the ruckus was beyond her - and made her way downstairs.
“Couldn't sleep either, huh?” she asked when she entered the kitchen and saw Xander sitting there, drinking some hot chocolate.
Xander glanced at her with a raised eyebrow.
“My room is between the both of them” He said in way of explanation.
“Ouch, sorry man.”
Xander shrugged, getting up as Faith sat down. She watched as he got a mug from one of the cupboards, poured hot chocolate into it and placed it in front of her.
“Thanks.” She muttered. “You gotta hand it to 'em though.”
“What do you mean?”
“The girls got stamina.” Faith said with a wink. She laughed when a look of pain crossed his face.
“Please, let's not talk about my best friends' sex lives. It's bad enough having to hear them.”
They sat in silence after that, sipping their drinks.
“We could talk about your sex life.” Faith said suddenly, clapping him on the back a minute later as he choked.
“Not really much to say.” Xander said once he got his breathing under control. “Though, as I recall, you've got quite the stamina as well.”
“Comes with the Slayer gig I 'spose.”
The silence that followed wasn't nearly as comfortable.
“Listen, about that night...”
Xander smiled slightly.
“Don't worry about it. I'd always dreamed of being used like that. Every guy does.”
Faith eyed him skeptically.
“Either way, it wasn't right. I know it was your first time and all and just cos mine wasn't all it was supposed to be, doesn't mean yours shouldn't have been.”
Xander blushed at that.
“Er, thanks, I guess.”
If it was possible, the discomfort increased after that. Faith shifted in her seat, eyes flitting back and forth between the man next to her and the mug of hot chocolate in front of her. The hot chocolate he had poured for her after everything that had happened between them. Did she deserve this? She couldn't possibly, she thought as her breathing sped up. She'd tried to kill him. She'd tormented Xander and his friends for so long, why would any of them give her a chance?
“Faith, are you ok?” Xander asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Don't touch me!” she shrieked, jerking away from him.
“Faith, what's wrong?”
Faith shook her head, standing up and backing away from him. Xander frowned. Why was she acting so panicked and should he do something to comfort her? She was almost out of the room before Xander decided that yes, he should comfort her. He stood up and grabbed a hold of her wrist.
“Let go of me, Xander.” Faith said in a warning tone.
“No. Not until you tell me what's wrong.”
“Why do you care? Why do any of you give a damn about me?”
Xander shook his head in confusion.
“You're a part of the team, Faith. You're family now.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Her breath hitched at this.
“You wanna know what's wrong?” she asked in a small voice, the feeling of panic replaced by sadness.
Xander nodded, his hold on her wrist loosening.
“What's wrong is that I tried to kill you!”
“I remember.” Xander answered calmly.
“Then why are you acting like this? Why the hell don't you hate me? You should be calling the cops! I'm sure there's a nice reward on my head that would help with the funding of your construction work.”
“No, I'm serious,” she said, backing away from him. “These thoughts have been haunting me ever since we got here. Every morning, I wake up and I go on my jog and as I'm running back to the house, I always expect police cars to be waiting for me. And every time I get back, they're not there. And I don't get why.”
Xander watched as she leaned against the wall in her shorts and T-shirt, hugging herself.
“I'm a criminal. I'm a killer! I'm a bad person, Xander. I'm a murder-”
Faith froze in her tirade.
“I said, you are. You think we've forgotten everything you've done to us? All of the pain that you've caused us?”
“You think Buffy's forgotten how you poisoned Angel, how you slept with Riley or how she almost killed you? You think Willow and I've forgotten how you almost killed us? We haven't, Faith.”
“Then why am I still here? Why are you all acting like we’re the best of friends, when we’re anything but?” she demanded.
Xander sighed, trying to think of the best way to answer her. It was true that he and Faith weren’t close, but he had seen the tentative friendship that had sprung up between her and Buffy and Willow.
“I also haven't forgotten how Buffy nearly killed me when she thought my death would bring back her parents. Or how Willow nearly destroyed the world. We've all done things we're not proud of, Faith. But we forgive each other. That's what family is for. We forgive the wrongs and congratulate the good things we've done. You came to help us against the First and you didn't run away afterwards. You stayed to help us rebuild the Watchers' Council and you've done nothing but help us ever since we came here. You're not the same person you were back then and we're all very aware of it. That's why you're still here.” Xander explained, going to sit back down.
A few minutes passed before Faith joined him.
“Thanks.” She mumbled barely audibly.
“No big.” He answered, his lips twitching as he fought not to smile. “I think you should talk to Buffy about this, though. You guys need to clear the air if you want your relationship to work, because trust me, you have more friends here than you think.”
Faith stared at him for a few minutes, absorbing everything he had said. He was right, she realized. Buffy and Willow had bonded with her since they closed the hellmouth and Sirius was always more than happy to talk to her. She did have friends here, as strange as it was for her. What was more shocking, however, was how badly she wanted those friendships to grow. It was a far cry from the solitary life she had lead for so long.
They exchanged another smile and sat together in silence that was free of the discomfort from a few moments ago, enjoying their hot chocolate, both lost in their own thoughts.