Buffy and Graham

Chapter 13

  Graham snapped and spun around taking Joey's shirt collar and pinned him roughly against the wall. "Say one more thing about my wife and I'll kick your ass." Graham growled.

Joey's smug smirk vanished frightened of his brother. He shook his head and Graham dropped his young brother to his feet.

"Honey, are you and Buffy okay?" Nancy carefully asked behind him.

Graham faced his mother and smiled dreamily, "More then okay. Buffy's perfect. She's everything - I've never been happier. Buffy's the one."

Mike stood behind Nancy and placed his hands on his wife's shoulders. "That's my boy." 12

East London Apartment Complex

The week with the Miller family went incredibly slow. It's not like Graham's family were terrible human beings it was just they were very, very overbearing and sometimes inappropriate at the worst possible times.

Buffy and Graham came back from dropping them off at the airport they put their son to bed.

The couple fell back on the couch completely drained.

"Hey. You hear that?" Buffy turned her head to Graham.

"Mmm, what?" Graham grunted with hi closed eyes.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." A smile appeared across Buffy's lips.

"It's finally quiet." Graham said and circled his arm around Buffy.

Buffy rested her head against his chest and looked up at him. Graham met her the rest of the way and kissed her mouth tenderly. Their kiss deepened. Graham's hands smoothed down her thigh encouraging her to straddle his waist. "God, I missed you." She muttered between the kisses.

Graham stood keeping her steadily around his waist with one arm carrying her into their bedroom and closed the door behind him.

He dropped her on the bed and knelt down kissing down her flat stomach to the buttons of her pants. Buffy's fingers threaded through his hair and arched her back as Graham kissed her skin.

Graham kicked off his pants and pulled his shirt over his head. He kissed her hungrily knowing her arousal was on fire. Graham positioned himself at her center and listened to her breathlessly gasp in anticipation. He pushed himself inside of her and closed his eyes when her heat enclosed around him.

Buffy bit her bottom lip. Graham moved inside her slowly making it last. Buffy bit her bottom lip and grabbed the back of the headboard as Graham's mouth explored her soft, sweet skin. He smirked and pulled out of her moving off the bed as she done to him earlier in the week.

Buffy's eyes snapped open with confusion. "Graham?"

"Yes, baby?" Graham stood by the bathroom as she had done.

"Graham." She glared at him.

"Hm?" He looked back at her with an innocent expression.

Buffy sat up with anger in her face. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"What is it, baby? Oh, are you feeling unsatisfied?"

"Uh-huh!"

Graham crossed the bedroom and crawled up the bed in-between her legs. His large hands went to her hips and unexpectedly slid her body forward to him. He leaned over her and hovered over her ear and whispered, "Do you want me to fix the hurt?" Buffy moaned. "Paybacks a bitch isn't it?"

"Make it better... please." She whimpered unable to take his hot breath against her flushed skin any longer desperately needing him. "Graham..."

Graham's wife was not a beggar. The infamous Vampire Slayer never begged. Except for him.

He grinned and reentered her finishing the job he had began. Buffy's strong fingers gripped his biceps. Their foreheads touched reaching their climax.

Graham rode out his orgasm slowly until coming to a complete stop. Buffy seared his mouth with a hungry, passionate kiss. "Your family should come more often." Buffy teased and girlishly grinned at his dark expression. "I'm just kidding."

"You better be." Graham frowned and moved lower down her body until his head was between her legs. Buffy gasped with anticipation for what was to come next when the elevator doorbell rang. And again. And again.

"You've got to be kidding me." Graham grunted moving from his position to put on sweatpants and a ratty blue and white UC Sunnydale University t-shirt from the chair in the corner.

"Hand me your shirt, please?" Graham passed her the dark blue button-down shirt that was also on the chair and walked out of the bedroom.

Graham had a weird sense of déjá vu when he reached the elevator. He pressed the button to open the elevator doors.

Out of all six billion people in the world, he least expected this person to be at his doorstep.

A familiar sandy haired man with a large a scar over his left eye entered the large, homey apartment.