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: Thanks much to Kay for the beta read!

***

“He hasn’t come over at all?” Lisa asked as she and Dawn sat together in the auditorium while Buffy filled out the required paperwork so that her sister could participate in a summer drama program.  It had taken a bit of persuading, since Buffy had been gung-ho about Dawn spending some time with her dad in LA, but since Hank was characteristically unreachable, the blonde had given up.

Dawn shook her head, “Not since the night of graduation.”

“But that was two weeks ago!” Lisa lamented.

“I know.  I don’t think they’re mad at each other or anything, but it’s not like I can come right out and ask.”

“Maybe you can call him up and get him to come over.  I’d really like it if we could get them *alone* for a night, but if the only way we can have contact is for you to be there, we’ll have to do it.”

“Lisa, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Dawn sighed, “They’re going to figure it out.”

“I doubt it, they’re too busy denying their feelings for each other.”

She rolled her eyes, “You watch too many soap operas.”

“Oh come on, Dawn!  Don’t you want your sister to be happy?”

“Yeah, but you know, it’s not like she has to have a boyfriend to do that.  If she’s taught me anything, women are fine on their own.”

“Okay, yes, she doesn’t *have* to have him, but we both agree that Graham is hot and nice and so cool and would be so good with your sister.  Why not help them get together?”

“I don’t like going behind Buffy’s back.  It feels wrong.”

“It’s for her own good!” Lisa insisted.

Before they could continue their discussion, Buffy walked up to them and smiled, “Okay Dawn, you’re all registered.  Lisa, you’re sure you turned everything in?”

“Yup.  Thanks again for bringing me, my mom had all these meetings today and *had* to go to work.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” Buffy smiled, “Ready to go to the mall?”

As the two girls eagerly jumped up to their feet and raced out of the auditorium, Buffy sighed.  She may be the slayer and only twenty, but she had little doubt that two fifteen-year-olds would wear her out.

***

After Buffy put the last plate in the dishwasher, she looked around the kitchen for something to do.  She repeated the action in the living room, dining room and then the rest of the house – except for Dawn’s room. She tried to avoid going in there because it was usually frightening and it also tended to piss her sister off.

Alas, the house was clean.  Buffy frowned as she realized she had nothing better to do on a Friday night than clean house.  Sure, she could have done something with her friends, but she would have either been the third or fifth wheel and that was no fun.  She recalled how Lisa had told her that she really needed a boyfriend that afternoon when they had been waiting in line to buy a soda in the food court.  She had brushed off the comment at the time, but the girl was actually right.  Okay, maybe she didn’t *need* a boyfriend, but she kind of wanted one.

Or at least she wanted Graham.

Buffy shook her head and marched back down the stairs.  That was impossible and to even consider it was a bad idea.  Graham was Riley’s best friend.  It was bad enough that they had slept together, but if they were to date it would be so wrong and disrespectful to Riley.  She flopped down on the couch and picked up a magazine, hoping it would get her mind off things.

Of course, she couldn’t focus on any of the words on the pages and instead continued to think of Graham.  It really didn’t matter that it was wrong to date him - Graham didn’t *want* her; at least not to date, anyway.  It had just been sex to him.  It had felt good and he’d had fun, but he wasn’t going to show up on her doorstep with a bouquet of flowers any time in the near future.

The telephone ringing interrupted Buffy’s self-admonition.  Reaching over, she picked it up and said, “Hello?”

“Hi Buffy,” Graham said on the other end.

She couldn’t stop a smile from spreading on her face, “Hi, how are you doing?”

“I’m good.  I’ve been busy with work.”

“Yeah, I figured.  I was going to call and check on you, but I figure I was getting too nutty with these new motherly instincts I have thanks to Dawn.  I didn’t want to scare you,” she half-joked.

Graham smiled, “Nah, that would have been cool.”  He would have loved a call from Buffy.

“Okay, well then I’ll make a point to call you soon and make sure you brushed your teeth and have clean clothes and are eating enough.”

He laughed out loud at that, “All right.  So how are you guys doing?”

“We’re fine,” she told him, “Dawn hasn’t been too annoying, but it’s still early in the summer.  I signed her up for this drama class thing and that will keep her busy for a few hours three days a week.”

“Oh, she wants to act?”

“I’m not sure.  Willow’s been telling her how much she loved her drama class, so I think that’s why she developed this interest.  Dawn worships Willow.”

“That’s what you think.  Trust me, she looks up to you, I’ve noticed.”

“I don’t think so.  She looks up to me and sees what she absolutely doesn’t want to do.”

“That’s not true… you’ll see that I’m right someday,” Graham responded.

“Maybe…”

“Well, um, the reason I was calling, other than to talk, was that I rented some videos and I wondered if maybe you guys would like it if we watched them together?  I could come over there.”

“Oh, well Dawn’s spending the night at Lisa’s,” she replied, the frowned.  Why was she acting like Dawn was their chaperone?  Graham was going to think she was afraid to be alone with him… not that that was entirely untrue.  “But, I mean, if you don’t mind it being just the two of us, we could still watch them.”

Graham felt his heart beat a little bit faster at the thought of being alone with Buffy.  Hastily, he reminded himself that just because Dawn wasn’t there, they were still to be just friends.  Nothing could happen between them again.  Buffy was in love with Riley, his best friend.  Every time he slept with Buffy, he betrayed Riley, who had proven time and again that he would die for him.  It *had* to be a purely innocent evening in front of the TV – fully clothed.

“Sounds great to me.”

***

“Hi,” Buffy said cheerfully after opening the door for Graham.

Hi,” he replied and, before he thought better of it, added, “You look really nice.”

She smiled somewhat bashfully, “Thanks.”

As he followed her into the kitchen, Graham felt like an ass.  Sure, she looked *really* great in the denim skirt and dark blue *tight* sweater, but it was definitely inappropriate to be admiring her so much.  What would Riley say if he was there?  Of course Riley *wasn’t* there, the naughty little voice in Graham’s head reminded him.

“So what did you get?” Buffy asked as she pulled a bag of popcorn out of the microwave and pouring its contents into a big bowl.

“I figured ‘Miss Congeniality’ would be good.  Have you seen it?”

Buffy shook her head, “No, but I wanted to.  It looked funny.”

“Yeah, it does,” he agreed, “I haven’t seen it either.”

She nodded slowly, “Because you were in Belize.”

Graham looked down awkwardly, “Yeah….”

Shaking her head at herself, Buffy opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a can of Mountain Dew.  “I guess you’ll want one of these for the movie, right?”

He smiled, “If you think my heart can take it.”

“Very funny,” Buffy retorted, “Someday, you’ll see that I’m right.”

“Suuuuuure,” he joked, picking up the bowl of popcorn and following as she carried their sodas into the living room.

Within a few moments, they were seated a comfortable distance apart on the couch as the video played on the television screen in front of them.  For nearly two hours, they forgot all about their sexual tension while they enjoyed the film.  There were no thoughts of loyalty, lust or wistful glances as the two comfortably sat together and had a good time.

Once the end credits began to roll, however, the reality of the situation hit them.  Reality being that the lights were dim and Buffy’s sweater stretched deliciously over her breasts.

“Well, I really liked that,” Buffy commented.

Graham nodded, “I like Sandra Bullock.”

“Me too.”

Knowing he was doing a very wrong thing, but not really caring, Graham went with what he was yearning to do.  He leaned over and kissed Buffy, tenderly at first, until she responded and the contact grew more passionate.

As warmth spread through her, shooting towards her groin, Buffy’s fingers played with the short hairs at the base of Graham’s neck, while he ran his fingers through her silky long hair.  Neither knew how long they spent making out, but they managed to successfully ignore the fact that they were doing what they had vowed to never do again.

When they finally broke apart and looked at each other, they were both slightly out of breath.  His eyes dark with desire, Graham gazed over at Buffy and couldn’t help but get a little bit harder than he already was as he saw her swollen lips.  She was, quite simply, the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

Buffy felt much the same way about Graham.  In her mind, he wasn’t just a cute guy as he had been when she’d first started dating Riley.  Graham was sensitive and gentle and kind - and still gorgeous, of course.  She could almost see him without his clothes on, since she doubted she’d ever get the memories of having sex with him out of her head.  He had a fabulous body; it was obvious he worked out.

Stroking her hand over the side of his face, “Do you want to go up to my room?”

One look in her eyes and Graham knew he didn’t have to ask if she was sure.  He nodded quickly and stood, pulling her up with him and tugging her against his chest.  They kissed again, their hands roaming over each other’s upper bodies until the need to be in bed grew too great and they pulled away and headed up the stairs with Buffy leading Graham by the hand.

Buffy just turned one lamp on in the room so it was bathed in soft golden light.  Standing a few feet away from Graham she stared at him as she quickly unbuttoned the front of her sweater and dropped it on the floor.  Seeing her standing there in the skirt and bra, Graham swallowed and tugged his shirt over his head.  As he hastily removed his shoes and socks and yanked his jeans off, Buffy pulled the skirt down her legs and kicked off her sandals.

Clad only in their underwear, the two moved to the bed and were soon entwined on top of the comforter as they once again began kissing and sharing erotic touches.  Graham adeptly reached behind Buffy’s back and unhooked her bra.  Slowly, he moved the straps down her arms and threw the article away as her breasts were bared to his heated gaze. 

Buffy gasped as his mouth found one of her nipples, alternately suckling and nibbling on it.  She entwined her fingers in his hair and held him to her, willing him to never stop.  Amidst her protests, he did, but only long enough to move to the other nipple, not wanting to neglect it.  Graham snaked his hand down her belly and under the waistband of her panties to her center.  She cried out as he inserted one finger inside her, finding her already wet with desire.

A few moments later, Graham was sitting up, having abandoned her breasts.  Buffy didn’t mind - or simply didn’t notice.  Her body was writhing on the bed with her panties around her knees while Graham worked three fingers in and out of her grasping channel as he massaged her clit with the pad of his thumb.

“Oh God,” she gasped as orgasm wracked through her and she shook with the waves of pleasure.

He continued his movements, albeit more slowly, throughout her climax until Buffy lay limply on the bed beneath him.  Gently extracting his hand, Graham licked his fingers clean and smiled wickedly at her.  Buffy returned the smile as she was once again hit with a bolt of lust.

He climbed off the bed to slide his boxers down his legs while Buffy pulled her panties the rest of the way off.  Once they were both nude, Graham returned to her, positioned above her with the weight of his upper body on his arms.  Buffy’s legs were spread and he lay between them, the head of his erection butting against her slit and creating a most pleasurable torture for the both of them until she reached down and guided his length home.

Graham slowly slid inside Buffy as he looked her in the eye.  She stared right back at him and reached her hand up to touch his face, the tips of her fingers tracing his lips until he dipped his head down and kissed her sensually.

Unlike all their previous couplings, this time was slow.  Gone was the frenzy and desperate need for gratification.  It was just two people who wanted and needed each other taking comfort and pleasure in their joining.  Graham kept his slow pace as he slid in and out of her, while Buffy lifted her hips to meet him.

Before long Buffy found herself in the throes of a second orgasm as Graham continued thrusting languidly and kissing the side of her neck while she arched her back and moaned.  Her hands clutched his forearms tightly as she squeezed her eyes shut.  It felt so good… and so right.  All thoughts of betrayal were far from her mind at that moment.

Once Buffy was responding to his actions again, Graham rolled the both of them without pulling out of her, so that she found herself sprawled across his chest as their lower bodies churned together.  She pushed herself up with her hands on his shoulders and their eyes met once again.

Using her vaginal muscles, Buffy squeezed Graham’s length and smiled as he groaned.  She starting moving faster, rolling her hips in a circular motion.  His hands found their way to her hips as he aided her by helping to move up and down faster as their need for release grew stronger.

As Graham started to come, he drove his hips up wildly as he spilled his seed deep inside of Buffy.  That was all it took for Buffy to have her third climax of the night.  Her head flung back as she ardently slammed against him.  They continued moving against each other as their orgasms passed, more and more slowly until they stopped and Buffy laid against his chest again.

After a few warm kisses, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, sated.

***

When Graham awoke the next morning, it took him a moment to remember he was in Buffy’s bedroom.  However, Buffy was nowhere to be found.  As his mind came out of its sleep-addled state, he realized there was one very big problem.

Dawn.

He knew she had slept over at her friend’s, but was she the reason why Buffy had left him alone in the room?  Had she come home while they were both still sleeping and Buffy just hadn’t gotten a chance to get him out of the house without alerting Dawn to his presence?

Graham’s eyes widened as he realized his Mustang was parked out front.  Dawn knew it was his car!  She was going to know and now everything was even more screwed up.  He liked the girl, he honestly did, but there was no way Dawn would keep this a secret.

He had just found his boxers and pulled them on when the door opened and Buffy walked in, wearing a short robe and a modest smile.

Seeing that she didn’t look stressed in the least, Graham quietly asked, “Is Dawn here?”

“Oh, no.  Lisa’s parents took her with them to the fair, so she’ll be gone until tonight.”

“Good,” he sighed with relief, “So we have all day.  Uh, I mean, she’ll be gone and we don’t have to worry about her all day.  Not that I expect us to spend all day doing anything.”

Buffy couldn’t help but smile at his rambling.  “Don’t worry, Graham, I know what you mean.”

Graham smiled self-consciously before quietly asking, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she assured him.  “I just thought I heard you moving around up here and was coming to ask if you’d like some breakfast.  I was going to make pancakes.”

“Actually, that sounds great,” he replied, realizing he was quite hungry.

“Good,” Buffy smiled, “I already made coffee; you could have some while you wait if you want.”

Graham nodded and pulled on his shirt as followed her down the stairs and into the kitchen.  Buffy poured some coffee in a mug and handed it to him before getting a bowl and gathering various ingredients.

“That’s today’s paper on the table.  You can read while I get it ready if you want,” she suggested.

“I can help,” Graham offered, but sat down as Buffy shook her head.  As he found the sports page, he tried not to dwell on how strangely normal the scene was.  It was almost like they were a real couple, when the truth was a lot more sordid.

However, once Graham took his first bite of pancake, he forgot all about the two of them doing something so wrong.  It was nothing short of delicious and the look on his face made it clear to Buffy that he was impressed.

She smiled, “Good?”

Nodding enthusiastically, Graham replied, “Great pancakes.  Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Buffy said before taking a bite of her own pancakes.

The rest of the meal took place in a comfortable silence, as they focused on their breakfast instead of each other.  Once they were done, they each soaked their dishes in the sink before deciding to get dressed, since it was almost noon.

Back up in Buffy’s room, Graham began picking up his various articles of clothes as a once again awkward silence fell over them.  Buffy busied herself by pulling a pair of jeans and a t-shirt out of her dresser.

Clutching all his clothes in a pile against his chest, Graham turned to Buffy.  “I’ll go get dressed in the bathroom.”

“Okay,” she smiled, while inwardly she felt rather sad.  He’d be leaving soon.  As much as she would like to believe that she just wanted him around because Dawn wasn’t home and she didn’t feel like being alone and it had nothing to do with Graham personally… that was an outright lie.

She was about to get dressed as well when the phone rang.  Picking up the extension in her room, she greeted, “Hello?”

“Hey Buffy!”

Hearing her sister’s voice, Buffy’s heart nervously skipped a beat.

“Hi Dawn, are you having fun?”  She replied, trying to calm herself.  There was no way Dawn could know that Graham was there and that he had spent the night.

“Yeah,” her sister answered, then lied, “Mrs. Pearson wanted me to call and check in with you, let you know I am okay.”

“Okay.  Make sure you thank her for me.”

“Ask her about tonight!” Lisa ordered quietly.

Dawn acquiesced, “Do you have any plans for tonight?  If you do, I could always spend tonight at Lisa’s, her parents said it’s fine.”

“No, that’s okay.  Giles is coming over for when I patrol so you don’t need to sleep there.”

“Okay, then I will see you around eight or nine.”

“All right, be good and make sure you thank Lisa’s parents,” Buffy reminded her before adding, “I love you.”

“Love you too.  Bye!”

Dawn turned the cell phone off and handed it to Lisa, who gave her a dirty look.

“You were supposed to suggest that she call Graham and make plans with him!”

***

Graham came back into the room just as Buffy was hanging up the phone.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it was just Dawn checking in,” Buffy told him.

He honestly tried not to look at her naked legs and instead focused on her face, but it wasn’t like the view there was too bad anyway.  Add to that the fact that she was sitting on the bed and they were in a very dangerous situation.

This was ridiculous and Graham knew it.  Sure, he’d had some great sexual relationships in his life.  He’d had girlfriends who loved nothing more than to spend the day in bed, only taking breaks from making love to sleep and eat.  Still, he had never found anyone so irresistible, someone who made him ache to touch her.

Since the looks Buffy was giving him made him think she wasn’t averse to the idea, Graham sat on the bed beside her and leaned his head down until their lips met with renewed passion.  The kiss quickly deepened as their hands moved over each other once again.

Buffy was soon on her back with the robe pulled open, frantically pulling at Graham’s shirt.  Once again they found themselves not caring if it was wrong - it felt so right.

TBC...