In the Heat of the Night
A/N: Thanks to all the encouraging emails, reviews, etc. Hopefully now that my life is a little less hectic the posting will be more regular. Hope you enjoy!
~.~ Magic Box, Late Evening ~.~
Exhausted, Tara and Willow began to clear off the research table at the Magic Box. Despite hours of research they’d found nothing to shed any light on the prophecy from Buffy’s Slayer dream.
Giles reentered the room cleaning his glasses, “Decided to stop for the night?”
Tara simply nodded while the red-headed Wicca groaned out, “I’m so tired I read the same page three times before I caught myself. I just kept thinking it really sounded familiar like I’d read it somewhere before. Of course I had, two minutes ago.”
“Yes, there’s no point in continuing when we are all this tired. Perhaps with some sleep we’ll have a fresh perspective. Why don’t you two go ahead and go, Anya and I will close the shop,” Giles said as he removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Anya perked up at Giles’ mention of her name, “Yes, everyone leave so I can count my money and prepare to make more tomorrow.” With that being said Anya began to open the register and pull out the money.
It was a sign of how used to her they’d all become when none of the Sunnydale natives batted an eye as she appeared to fondle the money as she counted. Only Daniel, Angel and Sam looked at the young woman strangely.
“An, honey. You’re freaking the new people out by fondling the money,” Xander said with an affectionate smile.
“Well, I’m not allowed to fondle you in public so I must get my pleasure somehow,” came Anya’s blunt reply.
Xander turned a bright shade of red. Even after all these years his wife was still able to shock him. In fact, he was quite convinced she said the things she did just to see how embarrassed she could make him.
From the shuffling, murmuring and red faces of the others he saw he wasn’t the only one who Anya embarrassed. Years ago he would have attempted to shush her, but now he realized her blunt nature was one of the things he loved most about her. Smiling at his wife with eyes full of love he walked to her and gently took the money from her hands placing it back in the register.
“Hey, give me my money,” Anya exclaimed as she slapped ineffectually at Xander’s hands.
“The money’ll be here in the morning. Let’s go home…” he said finishing his statement with a whisper in his wife’s ear which caused an ear splitting grin to appear on her face. She grabbed her husband’s arm and began to pull him out of the shop. As they exited she called out, “I’ll let you count the money tonight Giles, Xander promised me orgasms.” With a delighted grin from Anya and a sheepish one from Xander they exited the shop.
“Oh dear,” Giles sputtered, “You do get used to her, somewhat.” Casting a wry glance at the other occupants of the shop he moved to the register and began to count the days receipts in a decidedly business like fashion. Rupert Giles would never be accused of fondling money.
“Daniel Jackson, why is that everyone was so shocked by Mrs. Harris’ statements,” asked Teal’c in his usual stoic manner.
“Um, well…you see…Sam help me out here.” Daniel stammered.
Sam glared heatedly at Daniel before turning to Teal’c. “It’s not normally acceptable for people to talk about sex so openly. It makes a lot of people uncomfortable.”
“Indeed,” the Jaffa responded with a raised brow. “It is a wonder you Tau’ri ever get anything you want. Jaffa are not so repressed when it comes to discussing sexual relations. It seems that many Tau’ri are not either from what I’ve seen in the reading material at the check out counter of the super market. I believe Cosmopolitan is devoted almost exclusively to achieving the perfect orgasm.”
“Um, yes. That’s true, Teal’c,” Sam sputtered. “But we still don’t discuss it in public.”
“Well on that extremely awkward note, we’ll be going,” a red-faced Willow exclaimed.
“Goodnight everyone,” Tara said giving a small wave to the room as she led her embarrassed girl friend from the shop.
~.~ Restfield Cemetery ~.~
Wiping vamp dust from her hands Buffy turned to Jack with a knowing grin on her face, “I think we’ve killed enough vampires for one night, don’t you?”
A matching smirk spread across his own face as he pulled her into his arms, “Most definitely.”
Buffy didn’t think she would ever get tired of the hungry way Jack looked at her. In fact she was positive the same look was in her own eyes. After tucking her stake in the waistband of her jeans she slowly ran her hands up his arms and pulled him down into a hot open-mouthed kiss.
The kiss continued as Buffy felt her body being slowly walked backward until her back connected with the cold marble of a nearby mausoleum. The delicious contrast of cool stone at her back and the hot man at her front caused her to moan.
Jack grinned against her mouth as his hands slowly started to roam over her body. He couldn’t seem to help himself, watching her fight made his entire body ache with need. Ghosting his hands across her breasts he began to unbutton her blouse, exposing her creamy skin to his avid gaze.
Coming out of the lusty haze cause by Jack’s kisses Buffy brought her hands up to stop him, “What are you doing?”
Without stopping his hands he replied, “Can’t wait to get you back to the hotel. Need you baby.” Each word punctuated by a soft, sucking kiss down her neck and finally to the valley between her breasts.
Later Buffy wouldn’t be able to say quite when her shirt and bra were removed, it was as if they’d melted off her body, to be replaced by Jack’s lips, tongue and teeth. Under his pleasurable assault she completely forget her squeamishness at being discovered and began to respond in earnest. Moving her own hands up she pushed his jacket off and began to tug his t-shirt out of the waistband of his pants.
Stepping back Jack pulled his t-shirt over his head and quickly pulled Buffy back against him, groaning at the feel of her pebbled nipples scratching against his bare chest.
Dragging her nails lightly down his chest Buffy felt Jack’s chest and abdominal muscles jump under the light scratching. Needing more she reached down and unsnapped his pants, pushed down the zipper and reached inside drawing his hard length into her hand.
“Oh, fuck!,” Jack said as he moved one hand from Buffy to balance himself against the wall of the mausoleum.
A purely feminine smile graced Buffy’s lips as she stroked up and down his hard cock. Pausing on each up stroke she rubbed her thumb across the thick head. Leaning forward she began to bite and lick his flat male nipples.
Not to be outdone by the vixen in his arms Jack pulled Buffy’s pants open, pushed aside the soft silk of her panties and plunged two fingers inside her hot wet hole.
At the feel of his fingers plunging insider her she let out a harsh groan, “Jack, feels so good. Harder, please!”
Loving the pleading tone of her voice Jack began to thrust two, then three fingers into her in a harsh rhythm. Buffy had just begun to thrust her hips hard against his fingers when they were suddenly pulled from her. But before she could protest against the loss she felt her pants stripped off, her body lifted up and suddenly she was full to bursting with his hard cock.
Pushing her hard against the wall behind her Jack began pumping in out of her at a rapid pace. Their previous lovemaking had been about discovery but this was about need. Moving one hand behind her Buffy began to use the wall as leverage to push back hard against the man thrusting into her. The empty cemetery filled with their harsh grunts as they raced toward completion.
Jack could feel himself growing closer to orgasm and he slid a hand between their bodies searching out Buffy’s clit giving it a sharp twist pushing the woman in his arms into a shuddering climax. After three harsh thrusts he followed screaming her name.
As Buffy and Jack clutched each other gasping for breath her eyes suddenly widened as she felt a strong pulse of magic crash through her and fade away into nothing.