Fic: Undertow 23/30 Rated: NC-17
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polgara_5Title: Undertow
By: Polgara
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. They belong to their respective creators and distributors.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: Everything for Buffy is fair game. Everything up to and including season seven of Stargate SG-1. There will be very specific spoilers for season seven. You have been warned.
Setting: Takes place right after Homecoming of Stargate and three years after Chosen.
Summary: When someone close to Buffy dies, she finds herself on Jack’s doorstep. Before long, events and emotions pull them into something greater than they ever imagined.
A/N: My author notes are here for a reason, please read. If you still ask questions that are answered here, I will not answer them again. Do not beg for updates.
A/N2: I’ve only altered canon slightly. Ignore the whole Jack/Sam thing, it doesn’t exist here. And I’ve created a previous relationship between Buffy and Jack. It will get explained eventually, just be patient.
A/N: I’m returning to the previous posting schedule for this fic – every other Sunday. I’ve almost finished writing the fic and it’s coming to a grand total of 30 chapters and then an epilogue. Once the fic is completely written and chapters are beta’d, I’ll start updating every Sunday.
A/N2: Rating change for the fic because of this chapter. If reading the smut isn’t for you, it’s all contained in the last scene starting with Buffy and Jack arriving home.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Buffy, what in the hell were you thinking?” John asked, his disbelief clearly heard through the phone line.
“If I had gone over there with all of my stuff it would have scared her half to death,” Buffy argued. She had already had this conversation with both Dave and Jack.
“That’s highly besides the point. It could have been a trap. You’re smarter than that,” he said in exasperation.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” Buffy really didn’t want to go through all of this again, so she tried to change the subject. “So, how’s Cleveland?”
“Oh, no! No distractions!”
“John, I get it, really. Don’t remove my weapons in the field. Never going to happen again. Can we move on, please?”
“Did he and Dave already do this?” He asked, sensing there was more than what she said.
“’Til they were blue in the face,” she said with a sigh.
”Fine, but if this happens again, I’m coming back to knock some sense into you,” he warned. “Remember, you’re not infallible. You can make mistakes.”
“Agreed, so how’s Cleveland?” She asked, thankful to be moving on.
After a moment he asked, “Is Faith always like that?”
“Like what?” She prompted with a grin.
“Lewd.”
“Only on a bad day. On good days she’s downright naughty,” Buffy teased. She laughed when she heard him groan. “I wouldn’t worry about it. She’s just letting you know that she likes you. How about everyone else?”
“Giles was a bit leery until I proved I knew what I was doing. He’s got me teaching martial arts classes to the younger ones.”
“That’s great,” Buffy said.
“Yeah, except they’re preteens and they think I’m cute,” he said in disgust. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny!”
“But it is!” She insisted between giggles.
“I don’t like fending off advances from children. I keep waiting for them to write something on their eyelids.”
“What?”
“Like in Raiders of the Lost Ark. The girl wrote ‘love you’ on her eyelids and kept doing this slow blink thing so Indy could read it.”
“Oh, yeah. It’s been a while since I’ve watched it,” she said, suddenly remembering the scene. “But it’s still cute.”
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Buffy nervously wiped her hands on her jeans. While she knew the other members of her team had individually come over to Dave’s house for dinner, this was her first time visiting.
“Oh, for cryin’ out loud, relax, will ya. Sharon’s going to love you,” he said, grabbing one of her hands and giving it a light squeeze.
“You’ve met her?” Buffy asked, looking up at him.
“Several times, and I’m still here,” he said with a chuckle before knocking on the door.
A few moments later, the door swung open to reveal a twelve-year-old boy with light brown hair. “Jack!” he cried out, “Come in! Come in!”
Buffy winced at the invitation, but didn’t say anything.
“Caleb, what did I tell you about inviting people in?” Dave asked, coming down the hallway.
“Sorry, dad,” the boy said with a sigh.
“Summers, Jack. Good to see you,” Dave said, shaking Jack’s hand. “This is my second oldest, Caleb.”
Caleb waved hello as Dave introduced Buffy to him, and as he shut the door behind them, he said, “Let me take your coats.”
Jack helped Buffy out of hers before shrugging his own off. Dave quickly hung them up before leading them into the living room.
“That’s my oldest, Joey,” he said, indicating the teenager sitting on the sofa who looked like and older version of Caleb. The boy didn’t even look up from the video game he was playing. “You’ll be lucky if you get a word out of him that’s not dripping with teenage sarcasm,” he said with a roll of his eyes, before moving to lead them farther into the house.
He had barely taken a step before a small child came running through the living room. Dave quickly swooped down to pick him up. He promptly turned the boy upside down and hooked the boy’s legs over one of his powerful arms. “No running in the house munchkin. At least, not while your mother is home,” he added, causing the boy to giggle.
Dave easily swung him back up into a more traditional hold. “This is our youngest, Matthew. He’s seven. Matthew, this is a member of my team, Buffy Summers, and you already know Jack.”
The little boy shyly waved at them before burying his face into Dave’s shoulder.
”Ack, stop that. You’re giving them the wrong idea,” Dave teased the boy. He looked back at his guests. “Normally he’d be talking your ear off. Come on, Sharon and Elizabeth are in the kitchen.” He led them through a swinging door.
Buffy smiled at the large, cheerful room. It had been done in a bright yellow with green accents with an island in the center providing even more countertop space in what was obviously an often-used room. A woman, no taller than herself, was bustling about the kitchen with a young girl.
Dave leaned over and in a stage whisper said, “It’s best to stay out of her way, she gets a little nasty if she has to work around you.”
“Don’t be saying such crazy things, David. You know it’s only you who gets in my way in the kitchen,” came a distinct southern voice.
The slayer blinked in surprise. She knew Dave had met Sharon while he was stationed in Mississippi, but for some reason she just never expected her to still have the southern drawl.
Sharon handed the girl a spoon and said, “Keep stirrin’ the sauce,” before turning around to greet her guests.
Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back with a scarf. Even though she had had four children, she hadn’t lost her girlish figure. A fact that was accented by the neat clothing she wore. Although the look was marred only slightly by the brightly flowered apron she wore.
“Oh, sugah, you must be Buffy,” she enthused, giving her a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Aren’t you just a pretty thing?"
“What am I, chopped liver?” Jack teased.
“You old flirt,” she said, stepping back from Buffy to smack Jack on the arm with the towel she held in her hand. “Always stirrin’ up trouble,” she said, reaching up to give him a hug and a kiss.
Buffy grinned. It seemed Sharon knew him pretty well. Although, in all fairness, anyone who met Jack for more than five minutes could figure that out.
“You look like you’re staying well fed. Good. There’s nothing worse than a man who doesn’t have enough meat on his bones.” Sharon turned back to her daughter. “Elizabeth, you can stop stirring now and come meet our guests.”
Elizabeth obviously took after her mother’s features, but at eleven years old, she was already as tall as her mother. It looked like she would get the best of both worlds – her mother’s looks and her father’s height.
After introductions were made, Sharon shooed them out of the kitchen. “Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. David, why don’t you show them around the house.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, heading for the door, still holding Matthew in his arms.
While they toured the home, Buffy noticed that the house was neat, but it had a very lived in feeling to it. Whether it was from the football stashed in the corner of a bookcase where a son probably quickly tucked it away, to all of the family pictures that adorned the walls and shelves she couldn’t tell but it was definitely a comfortable, loving place to live in.
Fifteen minutes to the second later, Sharon announced dinner was ready and the two oldest boys rushed into the dining room. Matthew squirmed in Dave’s arms until he let him go. The three adults followed at only a slightly more sedate pace.
Buffy’s eyes widened at the amount of food that had been prepared. She had only ever seen a dinner like this laid out for special holidays. There was enough food to satisfy even the pickiest of eaters.
Conversation flowed easily through the meal, although Joey only let out the occasional grunt or monosyllabic answer to questions. She could see Dave fighting the eye roll at the bullish behavior, while Sharon sent the oldest son a stern glance.
It was from that look that Buffy finally began to understand exactly what Jeff and Simon had been talking about. There was pure steel behind it and she would have hated to have that same look directed at her. To his credit, Joey acted like it didn’t bother him, but she couldn’t help but notice that afterwards he was a little more polite when asked a question.
After dinner, the two oldest boys wordlessly cleared the table and started washing dishes without being asked, while Elizabeth took care of putting the leftovers away. Sharon thanked each of them in turn for doing their chores and smiled lovingly at them. Then she turned to Dave and gave him a pointed look.
“Right, right,” he said, standing up. “Jack, why don’t you and I take Matthew down to the den. He’s got a new game you should see.”
For a moment it looked as if Jack was going to object, but Sharon sent him a pointed look as well. “Sounds great,” he said, quickly standing and following Dave and Matthew out the door.
Buffy suddenly found herself alone with the powerhouse that was Sharon Dixon. Her nervousness from earlier in the evening slammed into her as she felt like she was meeting the parents of her boyfriend. Not like she had ever experienced that before. Angel and Spike’s parents had long since passed away, and Riley’s lived halfway across the country. This was new territory and it terrified her.
“Oh, come on now, sugah. Don’t look so scared,” Sharon said with a soft smile. Her southern accent giving her a brief sense of relief. “I’m not goin’ to hurt ya.”
Buffy tried to smile back, but she knew that it probably came out looking more like a grimace.
“I just want to check and make sure that Jack is treating you okay.”
The slayer blinked in surprise. “What? I thought this was going to be you assessing me.”
“I already know you’re wonderful. My David speaks very highly of you. He’s had nothing but good things to say about you since the day you joined his team. He’s a good judge of character, and if he says you are good people, then you are. Because of that, I’m making sure that Jack is taking care of ya.”
Buffy blushed. It was rather nice to have an older, female figure looking out for her. While Giles was great, he wasn’t her mother and there were things she would never be able to discuss with him because of it.
“Yeah, he takes care of me,” she said shyly.
Sharon reached out to pat one of her hands. “That’s good. If he doesn’t, you just let me know and I’ll take care of it. Now, there’s something else I wanted to discuss with you.”
“What’s that?” Buffy asked, fear gripping at her again, only less so this time.
“I know you haven’t lived out here for very long, and there’s no way you’ve had a chance to meet a lot of people outside of work, ‘cause I know how much of your time it eats up. I just want you to know that if you ever need anything, all you have to do is ask.”
“I will,” Buffy said.
“No, I mean it,” Sharon said, gripping Buffy’s hand. “I know people say that all the time, but from where I come from, your friends are as close as family and you take care of family. And I don’t care how small it is. If Jack is gone and you need a cup of flour, you just call me. Day or night, and I will help you.”
Buffy could feel the skin around her eyes tingling slightly as they wanted to tear up, but she blinked a couple of times to force them away. This woman she had just met was opening her arms and welcoming her into her own home. A home that Buffy could clearly see was filled with love and laughter. She wasn’t sure how she had been graced with such a wonderful team and then family, but she wasn’t going to argue with it.
“I’ll remember that,” Buffy said sincerely. “On one condition.”
“Name it.”
“I want to hear the whole story about the day Dave met you. I’ve heard his version, and now I want the truth,” she said with a wicked grin.
Sharon laughed. “Oh, sugah. I do like you.”
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“You and Dave are such cowards,” Buffy said with a laugh as they walked down the hall towards their bedroom.
“What are you talking about?” Jack asked defensively.
“The two of you left me alone with his wife. She gives you one little look and you both scurry off like mice running from a cat.”
“Yeah, but I see you survived,” he pointed out, reaching out to pull her into his arms.
“Only because she likes me and she feels bad for me having to deal with the both of you all the time,” she said with a smirk.
Jack frowned. “And we did not scurry.”
“Right,” Buffy said sagely with a nod of her head. “You’re men, and men don’t scurry. You scamper,” she said, rising up on her toes to give him a quick kiss.
“Why do I think it’s a bad idea that we introduced you to Sharon?” He mumbled against her mouth.
“Because you know me all too well,” she replied, pressing her lips more insistently against his own.
He willingly parted his lips to allow her entrance. Almost lazily she explored the contours of his mouth. Nails running through the short, grey hairs of the back of his neck. He followed her lead and lost himself in the sensations of the kiss. His heart rate picked up as his desire increased. His body moving in harmony as she slowly tortured him with one simple kiss.
Not even fully aware that it was happening, they didn’t break the kiss as they slowly made their way into the bedroom. The kiss kept its languid pace as Buffy’s hands dropped lower to reach under his sweater. Her hands then started upwards, taking the large, cable-knit sweater with them until she succeeded in pulling it off of him, static crackling in the dry air.
Before it had even landed on the floor, he had pulled her close again. One hand rested low on her ass holding her tight while the other slipped under the form-fitting green sweater she wore, his fingers kneading the bare skin they found.
Her lips met with his again, only filled with more need than before. The intensity stealing the breath from his lungs.
Somewhere in the back of Jack’s mind a little voice told him to slow down. He had firmly kept all of their heavy make-out sessions out of the bedroom. The last thing he wanted to do was to rush Buffy into something she wasn’t ready for by making her feel obliged to perform. But his body stubbornly refused to listen as he clutched her a little tighter.
Blunt teeth pulled at his lower lip before fully breaking the kiss. With serious eyes, she stepped out of his embrace before reaching down to grasp the hem of her sweater. In one graceful movement she removed it, revealing a lacy bra barely concealing her breasts. The sweater dangled from her fingers before losing the battle with gravity and falling to the floor at her feet.
She slowly backed up to the bed and slid onto it. Without a trace of hesitation in the action itself, she mutely held out her hand asking him to join her. But he could see the fear in her eyes, even in the dim light. It wasn’t fear of what she was offering, but fear of his rejection.
Jack stood on a precipice of indecision. His heart and body wanted nothing more than to go and lose himself in her, but his mind balked. As much as he wanted this, he needed to be sure that she wanted it, too.
“Are you sure?” He asked softly, not moving from where he stood. “I don’t want you to feel like – “
“I’m positive,” she said. Her voice was steady as her hand remained reaching out.
The moonlight streaming through the window encompassed her in a soft light and while Buffy was always beautiful to him, in the moonlight she shined like a silver nymph causing his whole body to ache for her.
“Trust me,” she said with a small smile.
Jack returned it in kind and reached out to take her hand, letting her pull him in. She lay back on the bed and he settled over her. Using one arm to brace himself, the other reached up to cup her face, fingers stroking her jaw line.
She tilted her head up slightly to meet him in an expected kiss, but he changed the angle at the last second and breathed across her cheek. Buffy sucked in a lungful of air at the surprised move, causing her body to arch up closer to his.
Lips and teeth ghosted over the skin of her neck and shoulders and his hand slowly drifted down to her hip. Her hands pulled at him, wanting him closer, but he resisted. Realizing he was determined to do this his way, she eased up and let him take the lead.
His mouth went lower, trailing hot kisses over her skin to reach the soft globes of her breasts. A fine line of moisture was left around the edges of her bra forcing her body to undulate slowly beneath him as he fanned the flames of her desire.
Her fingers clutched at the thin cotton of his t-shirt, causing it to bunch in her hands. His mouth continued lower to her toned stomach as she pulled on his shirt making it ride up. Desperate for the touch of his skin, she tugged at the offensive clothing more. He stopped his careful exploration of her body long enough to allow her to remove it. His mouth returned to her the moment it was gone while her hands roamed over his now bare flesh.
Buffy was adrift in the sea of his touch as Jack seemed to be all around her. Whether it was his hands, mouth, or the brush of his skin against her own as he torturously made his was back up her lithe body. Her skin tingled from every caress and kiss.
She hooked one leg around his own, and used the leverage to flip them over. He let out a strangled moan as she rolled her hips against him; pressing against the erection she could feel through his jeans.
Sitting up to look at him, she trailed her fingers down the hard chest she had admired for so many years. Even now she found it hard to believe that they were together. That they were in his bedroom together. That her touch seemed to affect him as much as his affected her.
Hands reached up for her waist. Long fingers squeezed and pressed down, pulling her tighter against his hips. Her fingers ran through the sparse, grey hairs on his chest to seek out his flat nipples. With a little smirk on her lips, she tweaked them and his hips bucked up in response.
Jack’s hands traveled up to her shoulders and tugged her back down to him, his head lifting up to meet her. One hand tangled itself in her blonde hair and held her close, the other found the clasp of her bra and nimbly released it. Hanging loosely at her sides, the straps began to slide off of her slim shoulders.
Pushing up off the bed with his hips, Jack rolled them again, still locked together in the mind-numbing kiss. With his thumb and forefinger, he snagged the center of her bra and finished the removal of it.
Breaking the kiss, his breathing was heavy as his mouth moved to cover the newly revealed skin. His tongue traced patterns over the raised flesh but stubbornly ignored the center despite the shifting of Buffy’s body to place them in his path. Her nails dug into the skin of his back before releasing, as her body continued to move beneath him. Studiously he maintained his exploration, mapping out every dip and curve with his tongue.
Buffy’s protests grew louder as the heels of her hands pressed into his flesh as she ran them down his back. He raised his head up to look into her hazel eyes, her lids heavy with passion. He grinned wickedly at her and made sure she was watching as his tongue flicked out to brush against a pert nipple. She gasped at the sensation, thrusting her chest up towards him. He let out a throaty chuckle before doing the same to the other one.
“Jaaack,” she whined, grinding her hips against his stomach.
His head dropped again, only this time his teeth nipped at the dusky skin. Enjoying Buffy’s responses, his tongue lazily traced the outer circle of her areola before blowing lightly on it. The breeze drove Buffy’s hand up into his grey hair, raking her nails over his scalp. He nipped at the tightened bud before drifting lower on her body.
He sat back on his knees, his calloused fingertips dragging over her skin until they met the waistband of her jeans. As one they moved to the center and undid the snap holding her jeans closed. The sound of the zipper being lowered could be heard over their labored breathing.
Buffy lifted her hips up so Jack could ease her jeans and panties off. He discarded them to the floor at the end of the bed. Picking up her right foot, he placed an open mouth kiss on the inside of her ankle. She shuddered beneath the sudden fire shooting through her veins from the action.
With slow movements, his hands traveled up her leg, his mouth and tongue following behind, careful to cover every place his fingers had touched. Her hips rose again as he reached the apex of her thigh. One of his fingers roamed the top line of her curls.
Her eyes fluttered close as her head tilted back, rolling her shoulders and forcing her chest higher in the air. Jack let out a small groan as he watched a sliver of pink tongue peek out to run along her upper lip.
Buffy could feel her body tighten as he continued to trail his finger through her curls, each sweeping motion getting closer to her center. With a concentrated effort, she forced her eyes open to see Jack staring, mesmerized, down at her. His finger slid down to brush lightly against her clit, causing her to take in a shuddering breath. The same finger retraced the path back, only this time the blunt nail pressed lightly against her and her eyes involuntarily slid shut again as spikes of pleasure coursed through her veins. Her breathing became shallow as he continued his torturously light touches to her core.
When he finally slipped a finger inside, her body was so filled with need that she nearly came up off the bed as she gasped his name. That long finger bent and the pad brushed against the soft spot. His thumb continued a circular caress around the small bundle of nerves. Sparks shot off behind her eyelids.
Her cries grew louder until her climax rushed through her, leaving her body trembling from its intensity. Her brain lost its ability to process anything beyond the sensation of touch and could only cling to the feeling of Jack kissing his way back up her body.
By the time he had reached her lips, Buffy had regained the ability to speak. “Not that you don’t look hot in those jeans, but it’s a little uncomfortable for me,” she said, wincing as the rough fabric rubbed against her sensitized skin.
Jack blushed as he rolled off of her. “Sorry,” he whispered, fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. For a moment, he felt like a bumbling teenager again.
She smiled sweetly at him and sat up before covering his hands with her own. “Let me,” she said softly, and then she pulled the jeans down his long legs and shoved them out of her way.
His breath hitched as he watched her crawl catlike back toward him, stopping when she reached his hard cock. With one finger she traced the vein from the base to the tip and swirled her finger around the pre-cum before bringing it to her lips. He groaned as he watched her tongue flick out to taste it.
Green eyes locked with brown and she lowered her head. Her tongue reached out to circle the mushroom head. The sight was so erotic that he thought he might bust then and there. Without warning, her hot mouth engulfed him.
He could feel her tongue wrapping around him as she pulled back. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction and his head fell back against the pillows as he let himself enjoy the feeling.
He could feel his balls tightening in warning of his impending release and he reached out to force her to stop. “If you keep that up, we’ll never get any farther than this,” he said, his voice hoarse and choked with desire.
She smiled in understanding and rolled off of him so he could reach into the drawer of the nightstand. Nimble fingers snagged a foil packet and tore it open. It seemed like it had been forever since the last time he had done this as he rolled the condom down his length.
Jack settled his long frame between Buffy’s shapely legs. With her skin flushed and covered with a thin sheen of sweat he could tell she wanted him, but the gentleman inside of him forced himself to ask and give her one more opportunity to back out. “We don’t have to –“ he began. In response, her hand grasped his member and guided him in.
He lost the ability to breath for a moment at how right this felt. Buffy’s soft vanilla scent tickled his nose as her heat encompassed him. His world narrowed down to the gorgeous woman in his arms and how she made him feel. He could only hope that she was feeling at least half of what he was.
His lips brushed against her as his hips slowly began to rock. Her hands moved restlessly over his body as her own hips rose up to meet his. Their breaths mingled as he lightly teased her mouth with his lips and tongue.
One of her legs rose to wrap around his hip, allowing him deeper inside of her. He could see the pulse in her neck quicken to match his own.
Her body arched below him and her walls fluttered around him as she climaxed again, before his own world splintered.
By: Polgara
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. They belong to their respective creators and distributors.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: Everything for Buffy is fair game. Everything up to and including season seven of Stargate SG-1. There will be very specific spoilers for season seven. You have been warned.
Setting: Takes place right after Homecoming of Stargate and three years after Chosen.
Summary: When someone close to Buffy dies, she finds herself on Jack’s doorstep. Before long, events and emotions pull them into something greater than they ever imagined.
A/N: My author notes are here for a reason, please read. If you still ask questions that are answered here, I will not answer them again. Do not beg for updates.
A/N2: I’ve only altered canon slightly. Ignore the whole Jack/Sam thing, it doesn’t exist here. And I’ve created a previous relationship between Buffy and Jack. It will get explained eventually, just be patient.
A/N: I’m returning to the previous posting schedule for this fic – every other Sunday. I’ve almost finished writing the fic and it’s coming to a grand total of 30 chapters and then an epilogue. Once the fic is completely written and chapters are beta’d, I’ll start updating every Sunday.
A/N2: Rating change for the fic because of this chapter. If reading the smut isn’t for you, it’s all contained in the last scene starting with Buffy and Jack arriving home.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Buffy, what in the hell were you thinking?” John asked, his disbelief clearly heard through the phone line.
“If I had gone over there with all of my stuff it would have scared her half to death,” Buffy argued. She had already had this conversation with both Dave and Jack.
“That’s highly besides the point. It could have been a trap. You’re smarter than that,” he said in exasperation.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” Buffy really didn’t want to go through all of this again, so she tried to change the subject. “So, how’s Cleveland?”
“Oh, no! No distractions!”
“John, I get it, really. Don’t remove my weapons in the field. Never going to happen again. Can we move on, please?”
“Did he and Dave already do this?” He asked, sensing there was more than what she said.
“’Til they were blue in the face,” she said with a sigh.
”Fine, but if this happens again, I’m coming back to knock some sense into you,” he warned. “Remember, you’re not infallible. You can make mistakes.”
“Agreed, so how’s Cleveland?” She asked, thankful to be moving on.
After a moment he asked, “Is Faith always like that?”
“Like what?” She prompted with a grin.
“Lewd.”
“Only on a bad day. On good days she’s downright naughty,” Buffy teased. She laughed when she heard him groan. “I wouldn’t worry about it. She’s just letting you know that she likes you. How about everyone else?”
“Giles was a bit leery until I proved I knew what I was doing. He’s got me teaching martial arts classes to the younger ones.”
“That’s great,” Buffy said.
“Yeah, except they’re preteens and they think I’m cute,” he said in disgust. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny!”
“But it is!” She insisted between giggles.
“I don’t like fending off advances from children. I keep waiting for them to write something on their eyelids.”
“What?”
“Like in Raiders of the Lost Ark. The girl wrote ‘love you’ on her eyelids and kept doing this slow blink thing so Indy could read it.”
“Oh, yeah. It’s been a while since I’ve watched it,” she said, suddenly remembering the scene. “But it’s still cute.”
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Buffy nervously wiped her hands on her jeans. While she knew the other members of her team had individually come over to Dave’s house for dinner, this was her first time visiting.
“Oh, for cryin’ out loud, relax, will ya. Sharon’s going to love you,” he said, grabbing one of her hands and giving it a light squeeze.
“You’ve met her?” Buffy asked, looking up at him.
“Several times, and I’m still here,” he said with a chuckle before knocking on the door.
A few moments later, the door swung open to reveal a twelve-year-old boy with light brown hair. “Jack!” he cried out, “Come in! Come in!”
Buffy winced at the invitation, but didn’t say anything.
“Caleb, what did I tell you about inviting people in?” Dave asked, coming down the hallway.
“Sorry, dad,” the boy said with a sigh.
“Summers, Jack. Good to see you,” Dave said, shaking Jack’s hand. “This is my second oldest, Caleb.”
Caleb waved hello as Dave introduced Buffy to him, and as he shut the door behind them, he said, “Let me take your coats.”
Jack helped Buffy out of hers before shrugging his own off. Dave quickly hung them up before leading them into the living room.
“That’s my oldest, Joey,” he said, indicating the teenager sitting on the sofa who looked like and older version of Caleb. The boy didn’t even look up from the video game he was playing. “You’ll be lucky if you get a word out of him that’s not dripping with teenage sarcasm,” he said with a roll of his eyes, before moving to lead them farther into the house.
He had barely taken a step before a small child came running through the living room. Dave quickly swooped down to pick him up. He promptly turned the boy upside down and hooked the boy’s legs over one of his powerful arms. “No running in the house munchkin. At least, not while your mother is home,” he added, causing the boy to giggle.
Dave easily swung him back up into a more traditional hold. “This is our youngest, Matthew. He’s seven. Matthew, this is a member of my team, Buffy Summers, and you already know Jack.”
The little boy shyly waved at them before burying his face into Dave’s shoulder.
”Ack, stop that. You’re giving them the wrong idea,” Dave teased the boy. He looked back at his guests. “Normally he’d be talking your ear off. Come on, Sharon and Elizabeth are in the kitchen.” He led them through a swinging door.
Buffy smiled at the large, cheerful room. It had been done in a bright yellow with green accents with an island in the center providing even more countertop space in what was obviously an often-used room. A woman, no taller than herself, was bustling about the kitchen with a young girl.
Dave leaned over and in a stage whisper said, “It’s best to stay out of her way, she gets a little nasty if she has to work around you.”
“Don’t be saying such crazy things, David. You know it’s only you who gets in my way in the kitchen,” came a distinct southern voice.
The slayer blinked in surprise. She knew Dave had met Sharon while he was stationed in Mississippi, but for some reason she just never expected her to still have the southern drawl.
Sharon handed the girl a spoon and said, “Keep stirrin’ the sauce,” before turning around to greet her guests.
Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back with a scarf. Even though she had had four children, she hadn’t lost her girlish figure. A fact that was accented by the neat clothing she wore. Although the look was marred only slightly by the brightly flowered apron she wore.
“Oh, sugah, you must be Buffy,” she enthused, giving her a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Aren’t you just a pretty thing?"
“What am I, chopped liver?” Jack teased.
“You old flirt,” she said, stepping back from Buffy to smack Jack on the arm with the towel she held in her hand. “Always stirrin’ up trouble,” she said, reaching up to give him a hug and a kiss.
Buffy grinned. It seemed Sharon knew him pretty well. Although, in all fairness, anyone who met Jack for more than five minutes could figure that out.
“You look like you’re staying well fed. Good. There’s nothing worse than a man who doesn’t have enough meat on his bones.” Sharon turned back to her daughter. “Elizabeth, you can stop stirring now and come meet our guests.”
Elizabeth obviously took after her mother’s features, but at eleven years old, she was already as tall as her mother. It looked like she would get the best of both worlds – her mother’s looks and her father’s height.
After introductions were made, Sharon shooed them out of the kitchen. “Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. David, why don’t you show them around the house.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, heading for the door, still holding Matthew in his arms.
While they toured the home, Buffy noticed that the house was neat, but it had a very lived in feeling to it. Whether it was from the football stashed in the corner of a bookcase where a son probably quickly tucked it away, to all of the family pictures that adorned the walls and shelves she couldn’t tell but it was definitely a comfortable, loving place to live in.
Fifteen minutes to the second later, Sharon announced dinner was ready and the two oldest boys rushed into the dining room. Matthew squirmed in Dave’s arms until he let him go. The three adults followed at only a slightly more sedate pace.
Buffy’s eyes widened at the amount of food that had been prepared. She had only ever seen a dinner like this laid out for special holidays. There was enough food to satisfy even the pickiest of eaters.
Conversation flowed easily through the meal, although Joey only let out the occasional grunt or monosyllabic answer to questions. She could see Dave fighting the eye roll at the bullish behavior, while Sharon sent the oldest son a stern glance.
It was from that look that Buffy finally began to understand exactly what Jeff and Simon had been talking about. There was pure steel behind it and she would have hated to have that same look directed at her. To his credit, Joey acted like it didn’t bother him, but she couldn’t help but notice that afterwards he was a little more polite when asked a question.
After dinner, the two oldest boys wordlessly cleared the table and started washing dishes without being asked, while Elizabeth took care of putting the leftovers away. Sharon thanked each of them in turn for doing their chores and smiled lovingly at them. Then she turned to Dave and gave him a pointed look.
“Right, right,” he said, standing up. “Jack, why don’t you and I take Matthew down to the den. He’s got a new game you should see.”
For a moment it looked as if Jack was going to object, but Sharon sent him a pointed look as well. “Sounds great,” he said, quickly standing and following Dave and Matthew out the door.
Buffy suddenly found herself alone with the powerhouse that was Sharon Dixon. Her nervousness from earlier in the evening slammed into her as she felt like she was meeting the parents of her boyfriend. Not like she had ever experienced that before. Angel and Spike’s parents had long since passed away, and Riley’s lived halfway across the country. This was new territory and it terrified her.
“Oh, come on now, sugah. Don’t look so scared,” Sharon said with a soft smile. Her southern accent giving her a brief sense of relief. “I’m not goin’ to hurt ya.”
Buffy tried to smile back, but she knew that it probably came out looking more like a grimace.
“I just want to check and make sure that Jack is treating you okay.”
The slayer blinked in surprise. “What? I thought this was going to be you assessing me.”
“I already know you’re wonderful. My David speaks very highly of you. He’s had nothing but good things to say about you since the day you joined his team. He’s a good judge of character, and if he says you are good people, then you are. Because of that, I’m making sure that Jack is taking care of ya.”
Buffy blushed. It was rather nice to have an older, female figure looking out for her. While Giles was great, he wasn’t her mother and there were things she would never be able to discuss with him because of it.
“Yeah, he takes care of me,” she said shyly.
Sharon reached out to pat one of her hands. “That’s good. If he doesn’t, you just let me know and I’ll take care of it. Now, there’s something else I wanted to discuss with you.”
“What’s that?” Buffy asked, fear gripping at her again, only less so this time.
“I know you haven’t lived out here for very long, and there’s no way you’ve had a chance to meet a lot of people outside of work, ‘cause I know how much of your time it eats up. I just want you to know that if you ever need anything, all you have to do is ask.”
“I will,” Buffy said.
“No, I mean it,” Sharon said, gripping Buffy’s hand. “I know people say that all the time, but from where I come from, your friends are as close as family and you take care of family. And I don’t care how small it is. If Jack is gone and you need a cup of flour, you just call me. Day or night, and I will help you.”
Buffy could feel the skin around her eyes tingling slightly as they wanted to tear up, but she blinked a couple of times to force them away. This woman she had just met was opening her arms and welcoming her into her own home. A home that Buffy could clearly see was filled with love and laughter. She wasn’t sure how she had been graced with such a wonderful team and then family, but she wasn’t going to argue with it.
“I’ll remember that,” Buffy said sincerely. “On one condition.”
“Name it.”
“I want to hear the whole story about the day Dave met you. I’ve heard his version, and now I want the truth,” she said with a wicked grin.
Sharon laughed. “Oh, sugah. I do like you.”
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“You and Dave are such cowards,” Buffy said with a laugh as they walked down the hall towards their bedroom.
“What are you talking about?” Jack asked defensively.
“The two of you left me alone with his wife. She gives you one little look and you both scurry off like mice running from a cat.”
“Yeah, but I see you survived,” he pointed out, reaching out to pull her into his arms.
“Only because she likes me and she feels bad for me having to deal with the both of you all the time,” she said with a smirk.
Jack frowned. “And we did not scurry.”
“Right,” Buffy said sagely with a nod of her head. “You’re men, and men don’t scurry. You scamper,” she said, rising up on her toes to give him a quick kiss.
“Why do I think it’s a bad idea that we introduced you to Sharon?” He mumbled against her mouth.
“Because you know me all too well,” she replied, pressing her lips more insistently against his own.
He willingly parted his lips to allow her entrance. Almost lazily she explored the contours of his mouth. Nails running through the short, grey hairs of the back of his neck. He followed her lead and lost himself in the sensations of the kiss. His heart rate picked up as his desire increased. His body moving in harmony as she slowly tortured him with one simple kiss.
Not even fully aware that it was happening, they didn’t break the kiss as they slowly made their way into the bedroom. The kiss kept its languid pace as Buffy’s hands dropped lower to reach under his sweater. Her hands then started upwards, taking the large, cable-knit sweater with them until she succeeded in pulling it off of him, static crackling in the dry air.
Before it had even landed on the floor, he had pulled her close again. One hand rested low on her ass holding her tight while the other slipped under the form-fitting green sweater she wore, his fingers kneading the bare skin they found.
Her lips met with his again, only filled with more need than before. The intensity stealing the breath from his lungs.
Somewhere in the back of Jack’s mind a little voice told him to slow down. He had firmly kept all of their heavy make-out sessions out of the bedroom. The last thing he wanted to do was to rush Buffy into something she wasn’t ready for by making her feel obliged to perform. But his body stubbornly refused to listen as he clutched her a little tighter.
Blunt teeth pulled at his lower lip before fully breaking the kiss. With serious eyes, she stepped out of his embrace before reaching down to grasp the hem of her sweater. In one graceful movement she removed it, revealing a lacy bra barely concealing her breasts. The sweater dangled from her fingers before losing the battle with gravity and falling to the floor at her feet.
She slowly backed up to the bed and slid onto it. Without a trace of hesitation in the action itself, she mutely held out her hand asking him to join her. But he could see the fear in her eyes, even in the dim light. It wasn’t fear of what she was offering, but fear of his rejection.
Jack stood on a precipice of indecision. His heart and body wanted nothing more than to go and lose himself in her, but his mind balked. As much as he wanted this, he needed to be sure that she wanted it, too.
“Are you sure?” He asked softly, not moving from where he stood. “I don’t want you to feel like – “
“I’m positive,” she said. Her voice was steady as her hand remained reaching out.
The moonlight streaming through the window encompassed her in a soft light and while Buffy was always beautiful to him, in the moonlight she shined like a silver nymph causing his whole body to ache for her.
“Trust me,” she said with a small smile.
Jack returned it in kind and reached out to take her hand, letting her pull him in. She lay back on the bed and he settled over her. Using one arm to brace himself, the other reached up to cup her face, fingers stroking her jaw line.
She tilted her head up slightly to meet him in an expected kiss, but he changed the angle at the last second and breathed across her cheek. Buffy sucked in a lungful of air at the surprised move, causing her body to arch up closer to his.
Lips and teeth ghosted over the skin of her neck and shoulders and his hand slowly drifted down to her hip. Her hands pulled at him, wanting him closer, but he resisted. Realizing he was determined to do this his way, she eased up and let him take the lead.
His mouth went lower, trailing hot kisses over her skin to reach the soft globes of her breasts. A fine line of moisture was left around the edges of her bra forcing her body to undulate slowly beneath him as he fanned the flames of her desire.
Her fingers clutched at the thin cotton of his t-shirt, causing it to bunch in her hands. His mouth continued lower to her toned stomach as she pulled on his shirt making it ride up. Desperate for the touch of his skin, she tugged at the offensive clothing more. He stopped his careful exploration of her body long enough to allow her to remove it. His mouth returned to her the moment it was gone while her hands roamed over his now bare flesh.
Buffy was adrift in the sea of his touch as Jack seemed to be all around her. Whether it was his hands, mouth, or the brush of his skin against her own as he torturously made his was back up her lithe body. Her skin tingled from every caress and kiss.
She hooked one leg around his own, and used the leverage to flip them over. He let out a strangled moan as she rolled her hips against him; pressing against the erection she could feel through his jeans.
Sitting up to look at him, she trailed her fingers down the hard chest she had admired for so many years. Even now she found it hard to believe that they were together. That they were in his bedroom together. That her touch seemed to affect him as much as his affected her.
Hands reached up for her waist. Long fingers squeezed and pressed down, pulling her tighter against his hips. Her fingers ran through the sparse, grey hairs on his chest to seek out his flat nipples. With a little smirk on her lips, she tweaked them and his hips bucked up in response.
Jack’s hands traveled up to her shoulders and tugged her back down to him, his head lifting up to meet her. One hand tangled itself in her blonde hair and held her close, the other found the clasp of her bra and nimbly released it. Hanging loosely at her sides, the straps began to slide off of her slim shoulders.
Pushing up off the bed with his hips, Jack rolled them again, still locked together in the mind-numbing kiss. With his thumb and forefinger, he snagged the center of her bra and finished the removal of it.
Breaking the kiss, his breathing was heavy as his mouth moved to cover the newly revealed skin. His tongue traced patterns over the raised flesh but stubbornly ignored the center despite the shifting of Buffy’s body to place them in his path. Her nails dug into the skin of his back before releasing, as her body continued to move beneath him. Studiously he maintained his exploration, mapping out every dip and curve with his tongue.
Buffy’s protests grew louder as the heels of her hands pressed into his flesh as she ran them down his back. He raised his head up to look into her hazel eyes, her lids heavy with passion. He grinned wickedly at her and made sure she was watching as his tongue flicked out to brush against a pert nipple. She gasped at the sensation, thrusting her chest up towards him. He let out a throaty chuckle before doing the same to the other one.
“Jaaack,” she whined, grinding her hips against his stomach.
His head dropped again, only this time his teeth nipped at the dusky skin. Enjoying Buffy’s responses, his tongue lazily traced the outer circle of her areola before blowing lightly on it. The breeze drove Buffy’s hand up into his grey hair, raking her nails over his scalp. He nipped at the tightened bud before drifting lower on her body.
He sat back on his knees, his calloused fingertips dragging over her skin until they met the waistband of her jeans. As one they moved to the center and undid the snap holding her jeans closed. The sound of the zipper being lowered could be heard over their labored breathing.
Buffy lifted her hips up so Jack could ease her jeans and panties off. He discarded them to the floor at the end of the bed. Picking up her right foot, he placed an open mouth kiss on the inside of her ankle. She shuddered beneath the sudden fire shooting through her veins from the action.
With slow movements, his hands traveled up her leg, his mouth and tongue following behind, careful to cover every place his fingers had touched. Her hips rose again as he reached the apex of her thigh. One of his fingers roamed the top line of her curls.
Her eyes fluttered close as her head tilted back, rolling her shoulders and forcing her chest higher in the air. Jack let out a small groan as he watched a sliver of pink tongue peek out to run along her upper lip.
Buffy could feel her body tighten as he continued to trail his finger through her curls, each sweeping motion getting closer to her center. With a concentrated effort, she forced her eyes open to see Jack staring, mesmerized, down at her. His finger slid down to brush lightly against her clit, causing her to take in a shuddering breath. The same finger retraced the path back, only this time the blunt nail pressed lightly against her and her eyes involuntarily slid shut again as spikes of pleasure coursed through her veins. Her breathing became shallow as he continued his torturously light touches to her core.
When he finally slipped a finger inside, her body was so filled with need that she nearly came up off the bed as she gasped his name. That long finger bent and the pad brushed against the soft spot. His thumb continued a circular caress around the small bundle of nerves. Sparks shot off behind her eyelids.
Her cries grew louder until her climax rushed through her, leaving her body trembling from its intensity. Her brain lost its ability to process anything beyond the sensation of touch and could only cling to the feeling of Jack kissing his way back up her body.
By the time he had reached her lips, Buffy had regained the ability to speak. “Not that you don’t look hot in those jeans, but it’s a little uncomfortable for me,” she said, wincing as the rough fabric rubbed against her sensitized skin.
Jack blushed as he rolled off of her. “Sorry,” he whispered, fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. For a moment, he felt like a bumbling teenager again.
She smiled sweetly at him and sat up before covering his hands with her own. “Let me,” she said softly, and then she pulled the jeans down his long legs and shoved them out of her way.
His breath hitched as he watched her crawl catlike back toward him, stopping when she reached his hard cock. With one finger she traced the vein from the base to the tip and swirled her finger around the pre-cum before bringing it to her lips. He groaned as he watched her tongue flick out to taste it.
Green eyes locked with brown and she lowered her head. Her tongue reached out to circle the mushroom head. The sight was so erotic that he thought he might bust then and there. Without warning, her hot mouth engulfed him.
He could feel her tongue wrapping around him as she pulled back. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction and his head fell back against the pillows as he let himself enjoy the feeling.
He could feel his balls tightening in warning of his impending release and he reached out to force her to stop. “If you keep that up, we’ll never get any farther than this,” he said, his voice hoarse and choked with desire.
She smiled in understanding and rolled off of him so he could reach into the drawer of the nightstand. Nimble fingers snagged a foil packet and tore it open. It seemed like it had been forever since the last time he had done this as he rolled the condom down his length.
Jack settled his long frame between Buffy’s shapely legs. With her skin flushed and covered with a thin sheen of sweat he could tell she wanted him, but the gentleman inside of him forced himself to ask and give her one more opportunity to back out. “We don’t have to –“ he began. In response, her hand grasped his member and guided him in.
He lost the ability to breath for a moment at how right this felt. Buffy’s soft vanilla scent tickled his nose as her heat encompassed him. His world narrowed down to the gorgeous woman in his arms and how she made him feel. He could only hope that she was feeling at least half of what he was.
His lips brushed against her as his hips slowly began to rock. Her hands moved restlessly over his body as her own hips rose up to meet his. Their breaths mingled as he lightly teased her mouth with his lips and tongue.
One of her legs rose to wrap around his hip, allowing him deeper inside of her. He could see the pulse in her neck quicken to match his own.
Her body arched below him and her walls fluttered around him as she climaxed again, before his own world splintered.
