Eternal Love
Chapter Six
DISCLAIMER: We own nothing with the possible exception of our original story idea. The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it’s characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, et al.
PAIRING: B/R
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: Season 5, up to and including, “The Gift.”
SUMMARY: Buffy and Riley find themselves reunited under the most mysterious of circumstances.
DISTRIBUTION: THC & Beau; anyone else, ask and ye shall receive.
Riley couldn’t help himself. The sight of Buffy, soaking wet and sputtering, was simply too much to take. He started laughing. At first, he tried to quell his laughter, thinking that it wasn’t nice, but the more he attempted to hold back, the harder it was. Soon, he was laughing so hard that he had to clutch his sides.
He was laughing! At her! How dare he! Buffy stood there in the waist-high water for a minute, hands on her hips, watching Riley laugh himself silly at her expense. She wasn’t going to take this! Walking the best she could on the shifting sand of the stream’s bottom, she trudged her way to the bank and hauled herself out.
By now, Riley was laughing so hard that he could no longer stand up. He sank to his knees on the grassy bank, still clutching his sides and guffawing. She was coming his way, and she looked madder than a wet hen, if one would pardon the expression.
She reached him and stood over him, hands still on her hips. Drops of water fell from her body and clothing to land on Riley.
“Riley Finn! How dare you laugh at me! It’s not funny!”
“I-I’m sorry, B-Buffy! I know I shouldn’t laugh, but…” his voice trailed off as a fresh wave of chuckles burst forth from him.
Moving with lightening speed, Buffy sank to her knees, straddling him at the waist. Reaching for his hands, she managed to capture his wrists, and pin his arms over his head.
Riley struggled desperately to control his laughter. He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, laughing was suddenly the furthest thing from his mind. The sun was at angle to where it backlit Buffy, causing her skin to practically glow. The fact that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her thin camisole top was clearly noticeable.
Her recent exertions were causing her to breathe a bit heavily, which made her chest heave in a most delightful way. Riley found himself captivated by the rise and fall of her breasts beneath her wet shirt. Freeing one of his hands from hers, he placed it flat on the ground next to him and leaned up the best he could, capturing one of her nipples through the wet material of her cotton camisole. He grazed the erect bud with his teeth, causing Buffy to moan, as she released her hold on his other hand.
With both hands now free, he was able to sit up all the way. Wrapping both arms around Buffy, he pulled her to him for a hot, open-mouthed kiss. He could taste her desire, and knew that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
Buffy’s hands found their way into Riley’s hair and she began caressing his scalp with her fingertips as she kissed him back. God, she wanted him so much! She didn’t care that they were out in the open. As far as she’d been able to tell, they seemed to be the only human inhabitants of these woods.
Riley was the first to break the kiss. He pulled back from her slightly, his breathing labored. After a couple of deep breaths, he ducked his head, resuming his prior task of sucking her nipples through her shirt.
She tightened her grip on his hair as he sucked on her, alternating from one breast to the other. A hand soon joined his mouth, teasing one nipple with his fingers as his mouth worried the other one. There was just something about all of this that she found highly erotic. Electric shocks of pleasure began to course from her breasts down to her core, causing moisture to seep forth from between her legs.
“Riley, please, need you…” She pulled his head away from her breasts and brought it back level with her own. Leaning forward, her chest pressing into his, she took his mouth in a fierce kiss. One hand released its hold on his head and traveled down between their bodies, finding the button and zipper of his pants.
He moaned into her mouth as her hand found his hard, aching shaft. With nimble fingers, she began to caress him almost teasingly. Wanting to return the favor, he sought out the fly of her denim shorts, and soon had them open. Slipping his hand inside, his fingers made contact with the top of her curls. Maneuvering the best he could inside the wet denim, he was finally able to touch her clit with the tip of his index finger.
This time, it was she who broke the kiss, as the lower half of her body surged forward, craving more contact. Rising up on her knees, she reached for the top of her shorts and pulled them down past her hips. She quickly rose to her feet so that she could remove her shorts completely. Kicking them off, she straddled Riley’s lap once more and then, she did a bit of tugging on Riley’s jeans until she had his cock free from its confines. A smile crossed her lips as she made note of the fact that he was fully hard.
Rising to her knees, she took him in one hand and guided him to her entrance, before sinking back down and enveloping him within her warm, tight walls. She groaned as he filled her full, stretching her. Once he was all the way in, she paused for a moment, giving her body time to adjust.
Riley reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged upwards. She raised her arms to help him, and they soon had her free of the wet garment. He inhaled sharply at the sight of her naked breasts. No matter how many times they made love, he never quite got used to how absolutely beautiful she was. Cupping a breast in each hand, he teased her nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, and tugging on them gently.
Using her knees for leverage, she began to slowly rock back and forth, pleasuring them both. She reached her hands up between their bodies, seeking out his flat, coppery nipples. Lightly grazing one with the tip of her fingernail, she smiled at his pleasured moan.
Riley moaned rather loudly. She was driving him to the brink of insanity with her slow movements. He felt as if he would surely die if he didn’t find his release soon. Letting go of her breasts, he moved his hands to her hips, and began to guide her movements, as he thrust rather insistently inside her.
Taking the hint, Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward to kiss him, as she began to move faster on him. Knowing just what would put him over the edge, she concentrated on making her inner walls contract, squeezing him with her fabled muscles on each down stroke.
His fingers began to dig into the flesh of her hips. He would probably leave behind bruises, but he didn’t care. All that mattered at that moment was achieving his climax. Thrusting inside of her as fast as he could, one hand moved between their conjoined bodies, the tip of one finger finding the source of her pleasure. A few quick flicks of her little nubbin was all that it took to make her muscles contract almost painfully around him as her orgasm began to wash over her.
He thrust upward a couple of more times before spilling his seed within her warmth. As his climax hit, he threw his head back and cried out her name.
Buffy was the first to come down from their mutual high. Locking her eyes onto his, she smiled at him.
“Wow…” she found that’s all she could say.
Riley nodded in reply. “I’ll second that.”
“There’s only one thing that could be better than this.” She said, between gasping breaths.
“Yeah? What?”
“I’ll show you.”
Lying within the strong confines of his arms, Buffy started to brush her fingers along the taut, smooth skin of his chest and stomach, only stopping briefly to rest her hand on his scars. She wanted him to relax and know there wasn’t a square inch of his body that she didn’t find irresistible. Pressing a finger into his navel, Buffy was soon able to see that he was again getting turned on.
Riley started moaning softly. “Oh, baby, you’re getting me so hot, packing me in ice won’t even start to cool me down.”
“How hot are you?” She whispered seductively. The year they’d spent together was put to very good use. Buffy knew exactly what she could do to turn him on. As she ran the tip of her tongue up along the side of his neck, Riley’s body began to shiver uncontrollably.
“I’m so hot that I can feel the flames spreading throughout my body.” He growled.
“Is that all?” She asked, between the gentle nips that she was now taking on his earlobe.
“I’m so hot, a cold shower would turn to a steam bath.” *Yes, the steam would rise from our coupled bodies while we reached for our sexual highs. Oh, my god! I can even hear Buffy screaming out my name when she comes.*
Lowering her hand to rest on his rapidly hardening cock Buffy was amazed how fast Riley could be ready for another round of mind blowing sex. *His recovery time is remarkable, not to mention his mammoth size is just what I like.*
“Is that all? I would think you could do better than that.” She said teasingly, while slowly slipping her hand downward to find and gently squeeze his broad expanse. Buffy could’ve sworn she heard a low purring sound coming from deep inside of Riley’s chest.
“I’m so hot that if I stood naked in a middle of a blizzard, I’d never suffer from the cold.”
“Do you think that maybe you’re sick and have a fever? Maybe that’s why you feel like you’re burning up.” Buffy *could* feel the heat radiate off his body.
Standing up, she held her hands out to him. “Trust me, baby, I have a sure-fire way to give you relief. You’ll never have to suffer this way again.”
Riley grabbed her hands and allowed her to pull him up. She looked absolutely radiant with her naked skin shimmering in the golden rays of afternoon sun. Bending down, he tried pulling her into his waiting arms for a heartfelt passionate kiss. However, in his excitement and hurry to reach out to her, Riley forgot that his jeans were loose and they started to slip down. Taking a step toward Buffy so that he could totally envelop her within his embrace, Riley’s pants fell completely and tangled around his ankles, causing him to trip and fall forward.
He was about to land squarely on top of Buffy. Her slayer reflexes immediately snapped into action and caught him, but instead of allowing him to regain his balance, Buffy picked him up and threw him over her shoulder.
Riley was shocked. He could feel Buffy stop his fall and he fully expected her to set him back up on his feet. He desperately wanted to lessen his embarrassment by pulling up his pants up before Buffy had a chance to burst out in hysterical laughter.
Having his pants fall like that had always been one of Riley’s worst nightmares, even more so than standing naked in public. Never in a million years did he think it would actually happen, but his humiliation did not end there. No, it was compounded twofold when she picked him up bodily and threw him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Striding confidently while holding Riley’s massive body in place, Buffy walked to the edge of the grassy riverbank and threw him into the water.
Riley suddenly found himself being hurled into the water with such force that he landed, head first, in the middle of the cold mountain stream; where the water’s depth was at it highest, the chill at it’s coldest, and the current at it’s strongest.
Swimming back up to the surface, he couldn’t help but listen to Buffy’s laughter, indicating the joke played on him had been intentional. Riley was absolutely mortified that he was caught literally with his pants down.
“Why you little…” Riley said threateningly, as he took a step purposefully toward the shore. Unfortunately, his bare feet slipped on the rocks and he again fell, head first into the water.
The current’s strong pull grabbed hold of Riley’s dropped jeans. Struggling valiantly to grab hold of the waterlogged material, he just managed to miss grabbing the pants before they were ripped away from his long legs and he was forced to watched them float away downstream. The jeans became just another piece of debris to be carried away by the rushing water.
Buffy watched Riley’s face turn beet red from a combination of anger and embarrassment as the stream’s cold water flowed over his now flaccid member.
“Now Riley, honey, calm down. It was just a joke…” She tried to explain while backing up apprehensively. Riley waded to the shore, and upon reaching the bank, strode toward her.
He didn’t say a word as he approached, but there was a steely glint in his eye, and Buffy was afraid of what her potentially explosive boyfriend could do for revenge. In fear, she kept backing up until a tall standing pine tree blocked her retreating path.
*Oh, god! What’s he going to do?*
Buffy fully expected Riley to pick her up and throw her into the stream, but to her amazement he didn’t. Instead he walked a few feet past her, bent down, and picked up her denim shorts. Turning around he walked quickly back to the stream, wadded the shorts up into a ball, and threw them into the water, laughing maniacally while he watched them float down stream and out of sight.
“I hope the two of you will be very happy together.” He yelled.
Buffy just stared at Riley in disbelief. Here they both stood, wet and naked in the middle of the wilderness, looking much like Adam and Eve during their stay in the Garden of Eden. Now, when they walked back to the cabin, they’d have to be careful that the person looking after them wasn’t hiding somewhere spying on the whole situation.
Nothing would be more embarrassing to Buffy than knowing someone could see them fully exposed. If that person was a man, Buffy surly didn’t want him to ogle her bare breasts, and she knew for damn sure if that person was a woman, she didn’t want her admiring Riley’s well endowed physique. Buffy was now worried. Just how long had Riley been at the cabin before she had arrived and was he always alone? For that matter, would Riley tell her if he weren’t alone?
“Riley?” She asked, as he came trudging back toward her.
“Yeah? What?”
“How long have you been at the cabin?”
Stopping to reach down and open the cooler, Riley pulled out a couple of sandwiches and cans of soda. Popping the tab off a Coke, he took a long swig of the cold liquid.
Patting the grassy bank, Riley invited Buffy to sit down across from him, so they both could eat.
“I’ve been here about five weeks, give or take a day or two. Why?”
“Oh nothing, I was just curious.”
Then she exclaimed with excitement. “Oh, ham and swiss cheese on rye with lettuce, tomato and mayo, my favorite.”
Her eyes lit up when she watched Riley spread out the food in front of them. This reminded her of their first picnic when they talked about taking a drive up to the wine country. Unfortunately, they never had the chance to make the trip, Buffy was always forced to stay in Sunnydale - either to fight some demon infestation, stop an apocalypse, or take care of her kid sister. Life could really suck when you were the Slayer.
“Have you ever seen the person who takes care of this place?”
“Occasionally I think I get a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, but then when I try to get a better look, there’s no one there.” Riley said, taking a big bite out of his Italian Sub. Yes, whomever it was taking care of them, knew them well enough to know their likes and dislikes.
Looking back down into the cooler, Riley’s eyes suddenly lit up.
“We have sour cream and chive potato chips down here, do you want some?” He asked, pulling out a bag of chips.
“No thanks, I only like regular or salt and vinegar.” She answered, shaking her head ‘no’.
“We’ve got that, too.” Riley said, pulling out a second bag, this time of salt and vinegar.
“How, do they do that?” Buffy asked, in wonder and amazement. This place was getting just a little too spooky for her taste. Whoever it was must have a complete listing on them, not only of their likes and dislikes, but also a breakdown of sizes for clothes and shoes. It felt like someone was sitting behind a two-way mirror and watching their every move, listening to every word and reading every thought.
Whoever was taking care of their personal needs was probably watching them right that moment, while they sat naked on the grassy bank and ate. Buffy tried shifting around to hide certain parts of her body, but even if she was successful and the person didn’t get a good view of her, sitting directly across from her was Riley, cross-legged with his best attribute fully exposed to the world. Someone besides her could get a real eyeful without even having to try.
Buffy’s thoughts began to run wild, what if their benefactor was a ‘peeping Tom’ and got his jollies from watching the two of them *do* each other? Maybe he was into kinky sex and liked threesomes. Buffy imagined herself being sandwiched between the two men or one was entering her while she gave the other a blow job.
However, what was more likely was their benefactor was gay and had wanted Riley as a lover. After all, he did have Riley to himself for over 5 weeks and Buffy had noticed gay men checking Riley out before. Yes, her man was definitely a pleasure to behold and who knows, if Riley was lonely enough, he could’ve been persuaded to try the alternative lifestyle.
In fact, it wouldn’t be the first time some guy had tried to get into Riley’s pants. Buffy remembered one night when they had met the gang at the Bronze. One gay man sitting at the bar really gave Riley the once over. She overheard him talking to his companion.
“Boy what I wouldn’t give to spread my legs for that gorgeous hunk of beef. I bet he could go on for hours, just like the Energizer Bunny.” As he continued with the conversation, she saw his hand drop to touch a very noticeable bulge in his pants.
“God I get a hard-on just from watching him.”
A few minutes later, an oblivious Riley excused himself and went to the restroom. Buffy watched as he walked away and saw the guy at the bar get up and follow close behind. It took Riley longer than usual to re-emerge, and when he did, his face was flushed and perspiring. He didn’t say anything to anyone for several minutes, but it was obvious something happened to him while he was in there, because he appeared really shook up.
The guy at the bar came out soon after and sat back down on the barstool. He had a very satisfied look on his face and was apparently relating Riley’s size to his companion. As Buffy watched, she could see the guy mouth the words ‘magnificent’ and ‘US Prime Beef.’ Looking down at the guy’s crotch, Buffy noticed that his bulge was no longer prominently displayed.
Every time Buffy put her hand on Riley's leg, he'd jump nervously and look down to see who was touching him. Throughout the evening, Riley's complexion remained flushed and he kept asking if anyone else thought it was hot in the room. Meanwhile, he'd make sideways glances over to the guy at the bar while the other stared back, knowing this made Riley uneasy.
Occasionally, the other man would drop his hand into his lap and press his thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock, so Riley could estimate its size. The unspoken communication the man was sending Riley came thick and fast. Buffy decided if they *didn't* have sex in the restroom, the guy was surely planning on seducing Riley before the night was over. There was no doubt in Buffy’s mind that he was extending an open invitation to Riley to meet him later. Buffy never knew if Riley went to meet the man. She went out on patrol and, as usual, turned down Riley's over zealous offer to help.
Then there were the jungles of Belize, where a man had no chance of being with a woman. There was no telling what the men did to relieve their pent up sexual desires. Battle and the fear of death make people do things that in a normal situation, they’d never think of doing. Just like in prison, the men could’ve turned to each other for sex without fear of reprisal. All they would need to do was act with discretion and the others would look the other way.
Buffy just had to know. “When you thought you saw the person was it a man or a woman?”
“Oh, it’s a woman, I’m sure of it because sometimes I could hear her voice. I’ve also heard her walking around downstairs while I was still in bed. I’ll admit, at first I’d get freaked out while getting up in the morning to take my shower. I’d come out of the bathroom to find the bed already made and my clothes laid out for me to wear. But then, I’d get embarrassed because I was staying in her cabin and she was going out of her way to make me as comfortable as possible. If I didn’t know any better, I could’ve sworn my mother was here.
*All right, now I want to find a bush to have Riley hide behind. I don’t want some horny floozy seeing a frontal view my boyfriend’s privates, let alone be able to walk in on him whenever she wants and try to ‘cop a feel.’ I bet she’s even opened the bathroom door and watched him while he was in the shower*
Riley glanced over toward Buffy and could tell she was wondering about the mysterious woman. He didn’t want her to worry too much. That’s why he’d told her a little white lie. Actually, he had met the woman one day. She’d stopped what she was doing and greeted him. They’d talked for a few minutes and Riley had found out that her name was Maria.
When Riley saw Maria, the first thing that popped into his mind was the word ‘Supermodel.’ She was a tall brunette with long hair falling below her waist. She appeared to be around 23 or 24 years old, and if he’d never met Buffy, Maria was a girl Riley could’ve easily fallen head over heels in love with. But Riley had met Buffy first and fallen in love with her instead, and now that Buffy and he were back together, Maria didn’t have a chance.
The news that their benefactor was a woman hit Buffy hard. She knew, first hand, how drop dead gorgeous Riley was, and that a woman of any age would probably like to ‘take him for a spin.’ Was there more, perhaps, that he wasn’t telling her? Had he and this mysterious woman been intimate during the five weeks that he’d been here prior to Buffy arriving?
“Hey,” Riley said softly, waving a hand in front of her face. “Where did you go?”
Buffy realized that she must have ‘zoned out.’ “Sorry,” she replied, becoming suddenly very interested in the rest of the contents of the picnic basket.
Riley knew that something was up with her. She’d gone almost stonily silent while he’d been telling her about Maria. Could it be that Buffy was jealous?
He reached a hand out and placed it gently on her upper arm. “Buffy, talk to me, please? Tell me what’s wrong. And don’t you dare say ‘nothing’ because I know you better than that.”
She couldn’t turn around and look at him. Instead, she remained with her back to him, as she fought back the tears that were threatening to spill over. “Did you sleep with her?” She asked in a small, quiet voice, hating herself even as the words left her mouth.
He was momentarily taken aback by her question. “Sleep with who? Maria?”
“Yes, Maria!” Buffy retorted. “Who else would I be talking about? Unless there are more women here that you aren’t telling me about!”
Riley scooted over on the soft grass until he was right behind Buffy. He reached for her, pulling her back against him. She struggled for a brief moment before relaxing into his embrace.
“Buffy, honey, there has been absolutely no one for me since I left Sunnydale. I swear it. You have to believe me.”
She turned around in his arms so that she could look up at him. Tears swam in her hazel eyes, even as her heart leapt in her chest at his confession. “No one? You promise?”
He smiled softly at her. “Cross my heart. I didn’t want to sleep with anyone else but you, Buffy. I love you. I never stopped loving you, even for one second.”
“Oh, Riley,” she exclaimed, raising up on her knees so that she could reach his lips with her own. “I,” kiss, kiss, “love,” kiss, kiss, “you, too,” kiss, kiss, kiss.
Their kisses soon grew passionate, as their tongues entered each other’s mouths. Riley reached between them, cupping a breast in each of his hands, and tugging gently on her nipples. She wound her arms tightly around his neck and leaned into his touch, moaning softly.
“P-Please, Riley, make love to me, right now,” she panted as she pulled her mouth away from his.
“Aren’t you afraid that Maria might be watching us?” He couldn’t help but tease.
“I don’t give a damn if the gods themselves are watching us! I need you inside of me, baby. Please, don’t make me beg.”
He tumbled her backward until she was lying prone on the soft, green grass. With one hand, he parted her legs, while the fingers of his other hand sought out her center, wanting to test her readiness. He wasn’t surprised to find wet. It had always been like that for the two of them; so much so, that it was hard to say which of them possessed the greater passion for the other.
Getting up on his knees, he moved between her legs until the head of his cock was poised at her entrance. Looking down at her, his hazel eyes locked onto her own. “Ready, sweetheart?”
Instead of verbally replying, she brought her legs up, wrapping them around his waist, and locking her ankles at the small of his back. The movement was enough to cause him to slide partway in to her warm depths. He groaned as he leaned forward, bracing himself on his elbows, as his cock found its way home.
Dipping his head to kiss her, he kept his thrusts slow and gentle, wanting to drive each of them to a fever pitch. Buffy wasn’t having any of that, though, and she soon began moving rather insistently beneath him, silently urging him to move harder and faster.
“Riley, please, need…” her voice trailed off and she found that she was unable to give voice to what she wanted.
He reached a hand up to push a damp lock of hair off of her sweaty forehead. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”
“Need… to… come… want you to come, too…” she arched her hips upward, causing him to sink even deeper inside of her. At the same time, she clenched her inner walls around his shaft. At this angle, the base of his erection was hitting her clit with each stroke, and it felt wonderful.
She suddenly grabbed hold of his forearms, squeezing the flesh tightly, as her climax hit her. The orgasm that was overtaking her body was hard and fast and all together wonderful. She squeezed her eyes shut and a myriad of colors exploded behind her lids.
Riley found himself on the brink. Bracing his hands on the grass, he thrust a couple of more times before finding his release. Afterward, he tried to move off of her, but she wouldn’t let him. Instead, she pulled him down until he was lying fully on top of her, and wrapped her arms around him.
“Buffy, we can’t stay like this. I’m too afraid that I might crush you.” He squirmed a bit, trying to break free, but her embrace was too tight.
“Nonsense,” she replied, as she tried unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn. “I’m the Slayer, remember?”
He found himself suddenly feeling sleepy, and therefore, was in no mood to try and argue with her. He simply laid his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes, loving the feel of her tracing light circles on his back with her fingertips.
The two of them feel asleep that way, bodies still conjoined, and quite uncaring of the fact that they were in the middle of the woods.
The story continues in chapter 7
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