Buffy and Graham

Chapter 5

  Another Awkward Week Later

Another week passed and Buffy and Graham had yet sat down for a conversation. They avoided each other like the plague with an occasional greeting. They spent the week pretending nothing was wrong. Nothing was different.

During the Slayer training sessions, Graham stood off in the corner with his jaw clenched tightly every time Buffy did a cartwheel or backflip bending in ways he could vividly remember doing around him. He turned away when her tight tank top clung to her sweaty skin and the tiny hairs of her neck curled. He longed to run his mouth over her salty skin tasting her. Stop it Miller. No. Cut it out. He scolded himself and practically ran out of the training room. Buffy turned seeing him turn a corner out of the room. She swallowed then continued the demonstration.

He missed her. Yes, he wanted her. Man, did he. But more then that, he missed her companionship. They couldn't even stay in the same room for longer than few minutes. One of them, usually Graham walked out.

He missed the awkward rambles or soft comforting smiles. He missed the way she smiled at him and how they would talk about everything and completely nothing. Graham missed their arguments over the television; Lifetime or the American Heroes Channel? Graham especially missed the breathless way she said his name.

Graham stopped in the center of the hallway drawing stares from Watcher's in-training attention. He looked up with a realisation and turned around sprinting back into the training room. He stood at the door and spotted Buffy standing with the Slayers. Her back faced him he could tell her arms folded across her chest. He took a deep breath and stormed into the training room and without a warning took Buffy by her elbow dragging her out of the training room mid-sentence. The Slayers looked at one another surprised and confused.

Graham let go of her arm when they reached the hallway. "Graham?! What the hell are you doing?!" Buffy shouted at him.

"Oh, good, you speak!"

"What are you talking about? I talk all of the time!"

"I know! I'm very aware of that. But lately, all we've been doing is this dodging game. And its really pissing me off!" Buffy's eyes stoned over an expression he recognised that look. It happened when she was about to slay. "I miss you!" He took a deep calming breath. He a hand through his short hair and admitted, "I do. I miss your excessive amount of talking. I hate this awkward thing we've got going on. It really sucks. Yeah, we slept together. But, if it means, you want to forget that it ever happened. I can do that. But, Buffy, I don't want us to keep running in the opposite direction every time we see each other and I-"

"Don't forget." She blurted suddenly.

Graham stared at her thinking his hearing had gone bad. "What?"

"Don't forget." Buffy's eyes shifted up to his face. "I don't want you to forget." Buffy took a tentative step forward and reached out placing a hand on his rough cheek. Graham unconsciously leaned into her touch. "I was scared you didn't feel the same. That's why I was Miss-Avoidy."

"Truce?"

Buffy softly smiled and shifted to the tips of her toes and said, "Truce." Her mouth gently pressed against his when a shrieking scream thundered through the halls pulled them apart.

"What the hell was that?"

They took off up the hallway and busted into the training room locating the scream. The Slayers looked at the door to Buffy and Graham.

Buffy looked up at Graham. They burst out into a fit of laughter and left the training room.

"Are they okay?" Vi stood beside Kennedy.

Kennedy shrugged with confusion. "I have no idea. Uh, hit the showers."

Buffy closed the office door behind her. When she turned, Graham was standing closely behind her. She smiled, "I haven't laughed this much since... well that night in the pub."

Graham smirked and held her chin between his index finger and thumb studying her eyes. He knew before anything were to happen with the Slayer. Graham needed his conscious clear. "I'm not him." He said.

Buffy didn't need to be told who he was referring to. "I know. I don't want you to be him."

"Good. Because I don't want to be."

"Kiss me." Graham did not need to be told twice. When their mouths touched, Buffy's tongue licked his teeth for entry. Lust soon took over them as the kiss became more passionate and wild.

Buffy's back hit the door and her arms encircled around his neck. Graham smirked and pinned her arms above her head against the door's glass window and grinded his pelvis into hers.

"Over there..." She told him breathlessly.

Graham sat down in Buffy's leather chair. He pulled her between his legs by the waistband of her yoga pants. As Graham worked her pants, Buffy reached down into his black sweatpants and took out his throbbing member pumping her hand up and down.

She straddled herself over his erection and moaned. Graham smirked and whispered into her ear. "Ride me."

At the worst possible moment in time, Buffy's desk phone rang. Buffy broke the kiss grunt and gave the ringing phone the evil eye. "Damn it." She slowed her movements but did not stop Graham from cupping her breast over her black tank top. His large hands went to her waist and took over the thrusts. "Hello?" She answered the phone with a quivering voice. Graham's fingers squeezed her hips as he rolled them. Buffy closed her eyes as the sensation he was creating within her. "Hi, G-G-Giles... F-f-fine... UGH-huh... I'll let them k-know. Okay, bye." Buffy threw the phone onto her desk and wrapped her strong hands around the back of Graham's neck kissing him quickening the rhythm.

He felt his orgasm approaching but refused until she came first. When she finally came, she muffled her voice against his neck. Graham felt her blunt teeth gently bite into his skin causing him to cum. He slowed the pace until coming to a complete stop. Graham stared at her with awe. He pushed her loose hair behind her ear and sealed their lovemaking with a tender kiss.

When Graham broke the kiss, he noticed Buffy searching his icy blues eyes almost in a panic. "I'm not going anywhere." He reassured her and rested his forehead against hers. Buffy smiled and kissed his mouth once more.

She looked down at his watch and admitted with a girlish pout, "I don't know military time. But my tummy is saying, lunchtime. Are you hungry?"

Graham smirked and nodded his head. "I'm hungry, but in a different sort of way." Buffy laughed and took his mouth as he stood and laid her across her desk. Since Buffy and Graham confirmed their relationship, he was essentially officially living with Buffy and was no longer a guest but her boyfriend. She refused to let him find a separate apartment. Her exact words were: "Graham, we're already living together, that's like three steps in a relationships that's already been taken care of." She then proceeded to stare up at him with big puppy eyes and her infamous pout.

Graham could remember the first time he had witnessed her pout. She was with Riley back in Sunnydale. He would endlessly mock Riley for folding so easily because of her pout. But now understood. There is no way to resist it. Buffy's big almond, green eyes would get bigger and sadder. Her bottom lip would pop out. The most heartless man could not resist her. He has now come to resent that adorable pout.