TITLE: “One Thing Leads to Another”

AUTHOR: Alessandra “Pamela”

EMAIL: alessandra@...

RATING: NC17 overall

DISTRIBUTION:  My sites… anyone else, just ask.

FEEDBACK:  I would love it if you were so inclined. :)

SPOILERS:  This takes place after “The Gift” except Buffy didn’t die.

SUMMARY:  Buffy and Graham run into each other and find out they get along *really* well.  But will their loyalty to Riley keep them apart?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” characters or situations (I will even give my story ideas to Joss in exchange for a day on the set).  I am borrowing them, without permission, and I mean no harm to them.  They all belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox, and Warner Brothers.  I wrote this purely for entertainment and not at all for profit.

NOTE: Moe is a goddess!  Best beta reader ever, I swear.  And Andra rocks too, for sitting and reading and helping me plot.  I’m super lucky to have them both!

***

Give me another one, Willy.”

“A-are you sure, Slayer?” the bartender asked nervously.

Buffy quirked her eyebrow, daring him to argue.  Willy knew better, though, and quickly set another screwdriver in front of her.

She’d spent the past hour or so nursing one drink after another, wallowing in self-pity over the sad state of her life.  Just a year earlier, she probably would have been out with Riley.  Maybe they’d have doubled with Xander and Anya and gone to a movie or something.  Back then, she would have loved going out and escaping yet another dull and often irritating night with her mother and annoying kid sister.

Oh, how much things could change in a year.

It was strange, really, because a year was so short, yet at the same time, it was a lifetime.  A year could make your boyfriend betray and then leave you.  A year could take away your mother.  A year could give you a sister that isn’t exactly real.  And so many memories that it’s impossible to fathom the concept that she’s not your sister.

Buffy swallowed the last of her drink, enjoying the way it burned a path down her throat, warming her belly.  She knew this was pathetic, to get wasted in a seedy bar just because she felt sorry for herself.  She had a lot.  Even though her mother was dead and her father was off, gallivanting about the world with women not too much older than her, she had Dawn.  And then there was Giles, who had been more of a father to her in four years than Hank Summers had in twenty.  Plus, she had her friends, who were the most loyal and true friends a girl could hope to have.

Still… was it too much to want more?  Was it wrong for her to want someone of her own the way Xander had Anya and Willow had Tara?  Sure, she could go to Giles or be with Dawn, but it wasn’t the same.

She missed Riley.

Willy had set a fresh drink in front of her as soon as she’d finished the last one.  As Buffy picked it up and took a sip, someone sat down in the stool beside her.  She kept her face forward, hoping she wasn't about to get hit on.  Even if she was jonesing for a boyfriend, one of Willy’s regulars wasn’t her type and she wasn’t in the mood for pummeling.

“Can I get a Coors?”

Buffy turned her head sharply upon recognizing the voice of the man next to her.

“Graham?” she asked, her voice full of surprise.

Graham Miller stared back at her with an equally stunned look on his face.  He’d known that by coming back to Sunnydale, he’d risk running into her… but he hadn’t dreamed it would be anyplace like this.

“Uh… hi Buffy,” he replied feebly, not knowing quite what to say.

“W - what are you doing here?” she asked, her heart beating a bit faster.  Riley had left with Graham; if Graham was back, was Riley as well?

Graham tried to come up with an answer.  It certainly wouldn’t do to tell her the truth… very unprofessional.  Funny how one little blonde could make him forget all about his duty to keep his work classified.

“Um… my job,” he finally said, hoping vague would suffice.

Buffy nodded and smiled sadly, “Ah… that.”  She took another sip of her drink as Willy handed Graham his beer.  With a deep breath, she asked the question that she both had to know and was scared to hear the answer to, “Is Riley back too?”

Graham averted his eyes, studying the counter in front of him.  He’d known this was coming.  Sighing, he shook his head, “No, he isn’t.”

Buffy felt tears sting her eyes, “I figured as much.”

Over the past five months, Graham had tried to despise her dozens of times.  Because of Buffy, Riley had quit the military, albeit temporarily.  He’d lost sight of all his goals and had come so close to losing everything he’d worked years for.  Hell, it was his love for Buffy that had driven Riley to *allow* vampires to *bite* him.

Yet, Graham had never succeeded.  He’d known that Buffy wasn’t a bad person.  Whether or not she had loved Riley, and he really believed she did, it wasn’t her fault.  Riley had been in a bad place, made some bad choices….

From the first time he had met her Graham liked Buffy Summers.

The sad look on her face made his heart go out to her, so as an act of comfort he went ahead and divulged something he probably shouldn’t have, but it seemed worth it to let her get her hopes up just to see her smile, “Well, he could be coming.  It’s not for sure yet… he’s on leave right now in Iowa.  If he wants, he can come back here or get stationed elsewhere.”

Buffy laughed humorlessly, “Yeah, I’m sure he’ll *choose* to come back here.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised… he misses you a lot.”

She shrugged her shoulders indifferently before giving Graham a grateful smile, “Thank you.”

He took a chug from his beer and nodded, content with the comfortable silence for a moment before asking, “So… what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

Buffy chuckled loudly, the alcohol making his bad line all the more funny, “I’m not twenty-one, so most places won’t serve me.  But Willy here… he likes me… don’t you Willy?”

“Yeah, sure,” the man replied quickly as he wiped up the counter a few feet away.

“So.. anything big going down here?  I’m just wondering… business, you know?”

“I defeated a god the other night,” she replied.

“Are you for real?”

Buffy grinned, “Yup, kicked her sorry ass.”

“You go girl.”

“You guys aren’t going to get into that capturing and testing crap again, are you?  Because I really don’t need to go through that again.”

“Nope, we’re strictly fighting the forces of evil.  Slaying… just like you.  Except we still have our gadgets.  Shit, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

Buffy smiled and pretended to zip her lips, “I can keep a secret.”

***

“So, we manage to pull the demon off him and dispose of it… but by that point he is crying for his mommy and he… he… wet his pants!” Graham managed to spit out before bursting into laughter.

Buffy laughed along with him and shook her head, “Poor guy… his first mission.”

“He’ll live,” he replied, calming down enough to drink the last of his beer.

They’d been drinking together quite profusely for the past few hours… and both were far from sober.  Neither seemed to mind, though.  In fact, they both appeared to enjoy each other’s company as they drank themselves into senselessness.

As Buffy finished her screwdriver, she looked at the empty glass and sighed, “I think I’m sick of these.”

Normally, Graham would never have dared to do what he was about to do.  When he was sober, he would know better than to ever dare to ‘go there’ the ex-and-possibly-soon-to-be-again-girlfriend of his best friend.

But he was drunk.

Grinning at the blonde on the stool next to him, he asked, “Ever done body shots?”

Buffy giggled and shook her head, “Nope… but it sounds fun.”

“It is, believe me… want to try them?”

“Okay.”

“Willy!” Graham bellowed, then smiled lopsidedly as the bartender appeared before them, an annoyed look on his face, “We’re going to need some tequila, some salt and a lime… we’re going to do some body shots.”

“You sure that’s a good idea, man?” he asked.  A small part of him nagged that he knew this girl and she wasn’t the type to do body shots… but mostly he didn’t want to have to stop her from killing the guy.

“Oh, just give us the damn stuff!” Buffy ordered, “Why must you constantly question us?”

Willy just shook his head again before going to get what they wanted.  He really needed to get out of this business, or he’d end up in an early grave.

Once all the ingredients were in front of them, Graham smiled at Buffy, “Now, you’re gonna have to trust me here, okay?”

She nodded quickly, and held out her arms, “I’m putty in your hands.”

He quickly placed the lime wedge in her mouth with the rind facing in.  As Buffy giggled, Graham licked the inside of her wrist and sprinkled salt over the wet area.  Last, he poured some tequila into a shot glass and placed it between Buffy’s breasts, appreciating, not for the first time that night, her choice of a low cut top.

As Buffy’s eyes widened, Graham winked at her, “Ready?”

She nodded again, more slowly, and watched with engrossment as Graham lifted her wrist to his mouth and sucked all the salt off of it before sticking his head in her cleavage and fishing the shot glass out to swallow all the liquid in one gulp and sucking on the lime… which was still in her mouth.

They soon came dangerously close to kissing, albeit with the lime still half in each of their mouths… and neither seemed to mind in the least.  When Graham at last pulled back, Buffy smiled widely at him.

“I like it.”

“Oh yeah?  Well… there’s another way we can do it.”

“There is?”

“Mmm hmm… instead of putting the salt here,” he explained, gently rubbing his thumb over her wrist before moving it to the inner curve of her breast, “We put it here.”

Buffy’s mouth made a perfect ‘O’ as she realized what he was saying.  Grinning again, she asked, “Can we try it that way now?”

***

“This just ain’t fair,” Willy whined to himself as he stared across the bar at the Slayer and her ‘friend’.  They’d opted to move from the bar to a booth half an hour earlier and their body shots had quickly been forgotten when they began making out quite passionately.

The entire thing had left him ill at ease, but he’d opted not to try and intercede.  Besides, the Slayer would probably be too embarrassed when she sobered up to try and kick his ass for letting her make a fool of herself.

Unfortunately, it was time for him to close up.  All the vampires and other demons were leaving without incident… but those two appeared to think they were the only people in the world.  He reluctantly walked over to the booth and cleared his throat.

Seeing that they were either too engrossed to hear him, or just didn’t care, Willy spoke up, “Uh… Slayer?”

Annoyed, Buffy pulled away from Graham and gave Willy a dirty look, “What?”

“I gotta close… you need to… go,” he said quickly.

Buffy pouted as Graham extracted himself from her arms and pulled his wallet out.  After handing Willy a wad of bills, he slid out of the booth, wavering only slightly on his feet, and tugged Buffy along with him.

As the two of them made their way out the door, Willy looked after them and shook his head.  This was *not* good.

***

“So, where do you want to go?” Buffy asked, her words a bit slurred, in between giggles as she and Graham walked down the dark street with their arms around each other.

“My place, if we can make it,” Graham replied, dipping his head down to kiss her.

Buffy laughed, “What, you want to get it on out here on the street?”

“I may have to pull you into an alley,” he said before kissing her again, his hand on the back of her head to hold her to him.

After a moment, she breathlessly pulled back and looked at him, a dangerous glint in her eyes, “Do it.”

Graham didn’t have to be told twice.  He grabbed her hand and pulled Buffy into a nearby deserted alley that was just barely illuminated by a streetlight some ten yards away.  Immediately, she was pushed against the wall before Graham crushed his lips against hers.  Buffy moaned into his mouth, her hands wildly moving over his back and he pressed his growing erection against her, the layers of clothing between them doing nothing to hinder the intense desire they felt for one another.

His hands slid over her butt and down the backs of her thighs before Graham pulled Buffy’s legs up so that she could wrap them around his waist.  She immediately bucked against him, eager for any contact she could get.  He pushed back, groaning as they rubbed against each other, mimicking the actions that would soon follow.

Graham’s lips moved over Buffy’s jaw and down the side of her neck, while she panted and moaned.  His hands slid up her short skirt and found her panties damp in the crotch.  Buffy gasped as Graham stroked her through the thin silk before his own desire got the best of him and he ripped the scrap of material from her and tossed them aside.

Buffy’s focus shifted to their mutual purpose and moved her hands down to Graham’s waist to aid in getting his pants open, while keeping her legs around him.  It took some creative maneuvering, but they managed to get them open enough for his erection to spring free.  Buffy smiled in appreciation as she wrapped her hand around it and gave it a few slow strokes.  Graham groaned as he grew even harder and the need he felt grew even more intense.

He covered Buffy’s hand with his own and directed his hardness to her center, taking a moment to tease her by sliding the head over her dripping slit before driving it home.  She moaned loudly as he filled her, her head falling back as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

Graham gritted his teeth, determined to not let the way her strong slayer muscles were gripping him through her orgasm caused him to lose control.  Even in his drunken haze, he wanted to draw out his pleasure.

Buffy quickly recovered and playfully gave him a squeeze.  Graham retaliated, grinning as he fiercely thrust inside her.  Eager to prove she was more than a match for him, she moved her hips, thrusting back against him.

Soon, the only sound to be heard in the alley was the slapping of one body against the other as Buffy and Graham kissed, caressed and brought each other to electrifying orgasms.  As they came back into themselves, Buffy released her hold of Graham and slid her legs back down to plant her feet on the ground before readjusting her skirt.

The two embraced and shared a fiery kiss.  With a playful smile, Graham said, “Let’s go to my place before some vamp catches us with our pants down.”

Buffy laughed hysterically as Graham grabbed her hand and lead the way to his apartment, his lust for her giving his alcohol addled brain a focus.

***

“Mmm…” Buffy moaned into Graham’s mouth as they staggered through the door to his apartment. 

They hadn’t made very good time, with all the breaks they taken to lean against cars and light poles to make out, setting off car alarms and leaving dogs barking in their wake.  Still, they had made it without having to duck into any more alleys, but their need for each other was growing nearly unbearable.

Graham kicked the door closed behind them, his hands busy caressing her cheeks before running through her hair.  Buffy’s own hands were occupied with the task of unbuttoning his shirt before stroking over his nicely muscled chest and abs.

When the need to breath grew persistent, they pulled apart.  Graham shrugged out of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor while Buffy pulled her own shirt over her head and quickly discarding it.  Biting her bottom lip and unconsciously giving Graham an incredibly sexy look, she unclasped the front hook of her bra and released her breasts from their confines.

After a second’s glance, Graham closed the small distance between them and palmed both her breasts.  Buffy moaned and moved her hands around him, lightly scratching his back.  In an instant, they were on the couch, Buffy’s small body pinned beneath Graham’s as they kissed one another passionately.

Too impatient to remove the rest of their clothing, Graham pulled Buffy’s skirt up, and since her panties had been abandoned in the alley, she was completely bare.  Quickly tugging his pants down past his hips, he was freed once again.  He slid a finger inside her, mercilessly teasing Buffy, making her beg before he gripped his erection and led it to her opening, sliding inside her.

Their second mating was as frenzied and desperate as their first.  Graham pounded inside her, using the rough pads of his thumbs to tease her hardened nipples.  Buffy gasped as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her hips ceaselessly raising to meet his thrusts.  Feeling himself nearing climax, Graham moved his hand between their bodies and found her clit, distended and begging to be touched.  He was never one to deny a beautiful woman, so Graham began massaging it with his thumb, making Buffy cry out his name as her body was wracked with orgasm.  He let himself go, pumping furiously as he spilled his seed deep inside her.

Spent, Graham collapsed on top of Buffy as the both of them panted, taking a few moments to calm down before Buffy began giggling.

“That was fun.”

He couldn’t help but grin, giving her a quick kiss on the lips, “Very fun.  We’ll have to do it again sometime very, very soon.”

“Just let me know when you’re *up* for it,” Buffy replied, before laughing at her own bad joke.

Giving her a wicked smile, Graham slid down a bit, sucking as much of one of her breasts into his mouth as possibly before pulling back and teasing the nipple with the tip of his tongue.  As she hissed and her eyes rolled back in her head, he gently nibbled in it, then repeated the entire action several times before moving to the other breast.

After a few moments, Buffy was once again filled with hunger.  Her hips began moving up of their own volition as her fingers softly pulled at Graham’s hair while she begged him to give her what she desperately needed…. him.

He moved his mouth back to her lips, kissing her passionately, while he felt around the waist of her skirt, trying to find a way to get it off her.  At last he found a zipper and slid it down, moving his lips to her neck, sucking at her skin, knowing she’d be baring the evidence of it the next day… and not caring.

Buffy tried to push Graham’s pants the rest of the way down, using her feet.  The two only succeeded in becoming hopelessly entangled.  Laughing at their situation, Graham sat up and worked on removing his pants, realizing that his shoes would have to come off first, as Buffy pulled her skirt down her legs.

They were almost successful until Graham lost his balance and tumbled off the couch, ending up on his back on the floor.  While he moaned in despair at his bad luck, Buffy laughed hysterically from the couch, before noticing the fact that Graham was obviously still *very* turned on.

Wordlessly, Buffy got off the couch and knelt near Graham’s feet, pushing his legs apart and crawling in between them before taking his erection in her hand.  All the breath left his body as he watched her slowly stroke his length with her tiny hand.  She stared down at her hand, seemingly fascinated, before softly kissing the head, which elicited a desperate moan from Graham.

As though she just realized that he was still there, and very much enjoying what she was doing, Buffy glanced at his face and met his eyes before giving him a smile and sliding her mouth down over his length as far as she could.  He continued to watch her, enthralled, as Buffy worked him, swallowing more and more of his length until her nose was buried in the rough dark hair that surrounded his genitals.

As if the sensations she was already sparking in him weren’t enough, Buffy moved her hand to his balls, gently squeezing his sac and making him thrust up to her mouth.  She handled it well, allowing Graham to have more control, sliding himself in and out of her mouth before he felt his orgasm swiftly approaching.

“Buffy, I… I’m gonna…”

“Give it to me,” she said in a low voice before sucking hard on the head of his penis.

Graham groaned as he felt his semen spurt inside her mouth.  Buffy swallowed it eagerly, lapping up every last drop.  As he tried to catch his breath, she crawled back up his body, placing kisses on his abs and chest before their lips met once again.

They began kissing carnally, and Graham slipped his hand down to slide a finger in her moist entrance.  Buffy moaned and bucked against him as he added another finger, driving her wild with desire.

“Straddle my face,” he softly ordered.

She smiled and obeyed, placing each knee on either side of Graham’s face.  He spread her lower lips with two fingers and slipped his tongue between them, lightly flicking her clitoris before closing his lips over her swollen nub and sucked hungrily on it.  Buffy cried out and fell forward, putting her hands on the floor above Graham’s head to steady herself.  He slid his tongue inside her, savoring the taste of her nectar.

“Oh God, Graham… yes… right there,” she moaned mindlessly as he made her shake with desire.  She was so close.  Just a bit more and she’d be there.

Graham softly bit down on her clit and pushed Buffy over the edge into climax.  She screamed as her body jerked uncontrollably, only staying on top of Graham’s face so that he could lap up her juices by his firm grip on her hips.

When she stilled, he lifted her as though she weight nothing and set her down so that she could lie beside him, face to face.  They kissed again, a bit more gently this time, and ran their hands over each other’s sweaty skin.

“You know, I just realized what a bad host I am.  I haven’t even given you the grand tour of my place,” Graham joked, “Where should we start, the bedroom?”

Buffy smiled, “That sounds good, I’d like to *thoroughly* explore your bedroom.”

“Well that’s good, Miss Summers, because I am nothing if not thorough,” he teased, climbing to his feet and pulling her up as well.  They shared a deep kiss before Graham swept her up in his arms and carried the giggling girl bridegroom style to his bedroom.

By the time they reached the bed, their lust was once again too great to be bothered with trivial matters like getting under the covers.  Graham set Buffy down and she quickly rolled to her stomach, getting on all fours and looking back at him with a sexy smile on her face.  He found it irresistible and quickly climbed behind her, rubbing the head of his erection over her sopping entrance, teasing her for a moment before slipping himself inside her yet again.

This time he managed to maintain more control and slowly pulled almost all the way out of her before roughly slamming inside her to the hilt.  Buffy cried out and bucked back, but Graham didn’t heed her, setting a slow pace until his own desire would no longer permit it.  Soon, they were slamming against each other in an animalistic frenzy, completely caught up in their passion.

Buffy found herself exploding in orgasm all too soon and Graham slowed his thrusts until Buffy’s shaking subsided.  Despite her protests, he pulled out of her and moved onto his back on the bed.  She took the hint and straddled him, sliding down on his length with no preamble.

Almost immediately, Buffy was moving at a furious pace, bouncing up and down on him with her hands on his thighs as she leaned back, her eyes closed and her back arched as Graham thrust up inside her and manipulated her clit with the pad of his thumb.

She found herself in orgasm again, but this time Graham was coming as well, spilling himself inside her.  Buffy collapsed on top of him and kissed his shoulder as her body relaxed.

Both found they were at last sated and shared a few soft kisses on the mouth before falling asleep in each other’s arms, not even thinking about what the next day would bring.

TBC...