I hope that this doesn't confuse anyone too much. I'm reposting the prologue and chapters 1 and 2 under a new penname (this one) and all further updates will be under this name, too.

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Prologue

Buffy Summers sat at her computer, typing furiously. Her straight, blond hair was pulled up in a clip; her face was scrubbed clean and her green eyes blazed. She was on a mission. Having overslept that morning, the 22-year-old journalist had only two hours until deadline. She absolutely had to finish this article, immediately.

In the background, the commercials played on the radio. Her dog whined, wanting attention. The phone rang. She kept typing. It could wait. Everything could wait.

Suddenly, the soft strains of a song on the radio permeated her consciousness. A strong, deep voice began:

I turn around and see you standing there
Sexy dress, painted lips, dark hair…
Then I jump back in surprise
I’ve just seen your green eyes…

I glance up; you’re waiting for me
Cheerful grin, neat ponytail, in a hurry
Then I jump back in surprise
I’ve just seen your green eyes…

They’re unmistakable
Unforgettable
I can’t seem to remember when I saw them last
So unmistakable
Unforgettable
Then time goes rushing past
You’re unmistakable,
Unforgettable
God knows it’s been awhile…

I look around and see you wearing pearls
Business suit, professional smile, blond curls
Then I jump back in surprise
I’ve just seen your green eyes…

They’re unmistakable
Unforgettable
I can’t seem to remember when I saw them last
So unmistakable
Unforgettable
Then time goes rushing past
You’re unmistakable,
Unforgettable
God knows it’s been awhile…

Since I’ve seen that perfect smile
Since I’ve held you in my arms
I’ve been waiting far too long to say ‘I love you’

I miss our happy times
Back before the lies
But most of all, I miss your eyes

They’re unmistakable
Unforgettable
I can’t forget when I saw them last
So unmistakable
Unforgettable
Time is rushing past
You’re unmistakable,
Unforgettable
God knows it’s been too long
Without you.

"And there you have it folks, the new single from Love's Bitch, Unmistakable! Catch them this weekend at their sold out concert!" As the DJ rambled on, the tears that had developed during the song threatened to spill over and her delicate features crumpled. Buffy pushed herself away from the computer, burying her face in her hands. Memories washed over her. The article could wait.

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a/n- Thanks so much to Kar for inspiring me to write this and to Kirsty and Starchild_295 for being such great betas!

I hope that this doesn't confuse anyone too much. I'm reposting the prologue and chapters 1 and 2 under a new penname (this one) and all further updates will be under this name, too.

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Chapter 1

“Now boarding first class for flight 0517, nonstop to London, at gate B87.” The announcer’s grainy voice echoed through the airport.

“I love you.”

Buffy smiled up into her boyfriend’s eyes, leaning in to give him a kiss. “I love you, too.” She pulled back, grinning. “I’m so excited! I can’t believe that I’m going to study in England for a whole year! This is going to be the best year of my life!”

“It’ll be the worst one of mine. I can’t believe we’re going to be apart for so long.”

“Hey,” grabbing his face and gently cradling it in her hands, Buffy looked up into his sad, brown eyes, “look at me. It won’t be so bad. I’ll call you the second I get in and once a week.”

“And I’ll email you everyday and try to come visit for Christmas.” He answered with a weak smile. “It’s just that I love you so much! What if you go over there and meet some sexy English guy and I lose you!”

“You won’t lose me. I’m your girl. We love each other and nothing can come between us. Ok?”

“I know. Have a good trip, Buffy. Don’t forget to call me as soon as the plane hits the runway.”

“I won’t forget. I’ll talk to you in a few hours.” Leaning into his body, Buffy tilted her head and gave him one last, lingering kiss. His strong arms enveloped her, making her feel like she was in a cocoon. She pulled back, smiling.

“Goodbye!” he called, as she picked up her carryon and walked towards the gate. “Don’t forget to call!”

Buffy stepped up to the gate and held out her ticket. She turned, seeing him standing there with eyes full of love, looking like an abandoned puppy dog by the side of the rode. “Bye Riley.” She murmured, then walked purposefully through the gate, not looking back. Her destiny was waiting.

***

Riley watched as she rounded the corner, disappearing from his sight. Then he moved to the window and stood there, watching until the plane moved to the runway and took off. He stayed where he was for a few minutes, searching the vacant sky for the departed plane. Then, feeling gloomy, he turned and slowly began to trudge his way back to the parking garage, unaware of the eyes following him.

Faith had watched the whole proceedings with a speculative gleam in her eyes. Working as a security guard at the airport, she saw a lot of lovers saying their tearful goodbyes and having joyous reunions. It was second nature for her to spot the businessman who’d had a fling before returning home to his naive wife and the sophisticated woman leaving her current lover, already on the lookout for his replacement.

Anyone with eyes could tell that the petite blond didn’t love the handsome boyfriend that was so obviously devoted to her. Poor guy was going to have his heart shattered into a million pieces. He’d probably lose all faith in women and be ruined, unless…

“Hey! Sir, hold up!” She called out, walking quickly towards the morose man.

He turned around, head lowered, shoulders drooping. “What can I do for you?” He asked in a lifeless voice.

“Want to go get a drink? I know how hard it is to have someone you love leave. Maybe, maybe we could, you know, support each other,” She said with a sympathetic smile.

Riley glanced up, surprised. “I don’t think….”

“Come on, I understand what you’re going through. What’s wrong with helping each other through it?” Faith fluttered her eyelashes and gave him a cajoling smile. She could tell the instant he gave in. “Great! I get off in ten, I’ll meet you out front.”

“I’ll wait.”

***

Faith grunted, her hands sliding over the sweaty body beneath her. It had been easy to convince Riley to dance with her after he’d had a few drinks. Thank god, because if she had had to listen to one more minute of him moaning about Buffy she would have been sick. After they had danced for a while and she knew that he was going crazy wanting her, Faith had leaned into him, pressing her body intimately against his and trapping her hand between them. All it had taken was a quick squeeze and a whispered suggestion, and Riley had dragged her towards his car.

She increased her rhythm and leaned back, riding him faster and harder than before. Riley whimpered and moved his hands to her waist, pressing her tighter against him.

In the car on the way to his place she had given him one of the best blowjobs of his life. Buffy had wanted to, but he had refused to let her, knowing that she was better than that. Buffy. His angel. His goddess. Oh, God, Buffy. What was he doing? He should stop, he should pull Faith off of him and get up and leave. He should… oh, Faith was speeding up. He whimpered, begging for release and forgetting about his beautiful girlfriend. “Ugghh!” He cried as he came inside the brunette. Faith didn’t break her rhythm; she moved faster and faster, gasping and grunting until… As her labored breathing slowed, she tried to pull away. Riley, however, immediately pulled her down next to him and wrapped his crushing arms around her, falling fast asleep almost instantaneously. Initially peeved, Faith decided a short rest before another go couldn’t hurt.

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Rrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggg!

The shrill ringing of the phone cut threw the silence of the bedroom. A single hand emerged from the tangled sheets; the chipped polish barely visible in the dark. The hand padded around the bedside table, searching for the source of the offensive sound. Finally, fingers closed over the receiver and pulled it to a full, pouty mouth. “Lo?”

“Uhh, hi.” A cheerful voice replied. “I’m sorry; I guess I have the wrong number.”

“That depends,” the sexy, sleepy voice said. “Who you looking for?”

“Riley. Riley Finn. But I think I dialed wrong. Sorry to wake you.” Buffy said, ready to hang up. The mystery girl’s voice on the other end made her hand freeze and her blood run cold.

“He’s here.” Buffy stopped breathing. In the background, she could hear the other woman waking Riley.

“H-hello?” His confused voice mumbled into the receiver.

“Goodbye, Riley.” Buffy said in a cold, harsh voice as she dropped the receiver back into its cradle, closing Riley out of her life forever.

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a/n- Thanks Kar for inspiring me to write and helping me out! Thank you Kirsty and Starchild_295, my wonderful betas!

I hope that this doesn't confuse anyone too much. I'm reposting the prologue and chapters 1 and 2 under a new penname (this one) and all further updates will be under this name, too.

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Chapter 2

The silence was deafening. The small room was thick with it. The stillness was all encompassing. Time, it seemed, was frozen. Outside, birds chirped. In the hallway people laughed and chatted, unaware of the still, silent prison behind the door of room 57. As day faded into evening, the changing sun cast shadows inside the room. The sun set, the last of its rays sweeping the room, highlighting the yet unpacked boxes, the small unmade bed and the figure that sat expressionlessly upon it before it disappeared.

The small blonde girl sat, shoulders slumped, staring blankly at the carpet three feet in front of her. The phone lay at her side. Anyone watching her would have taken her for a statue because of the stiffness of her form and the vacant look on her face. Only her eyes held a spark of the vitality and life that had radiated from her hours before.

Buffy’s thoughts raced wildly, clashing with her calm exterior. Riley...Parker... Scott... Dad... Riley... Parker... Scott... Dad... Riley... Parker... Scott... Dad... Riley... Parker... Scott... Dad... They always leave… They always leave... They always leave... They will always leave me... no one stays... no one ever stays... not good enough... not pretty enough... bad... wrong... WRONG... there’s something wrong with you, Buffy... no one will ever love you... no one... will... stay...

As the last rays of the departing sun fell across her face, her eyes closed and a single tear ran down her face. When they opened, the pain and sorrow were gone replaced with a hardness and determination. No. This ends now. Buffy stood, resolute. She single-mindedly prepared for a night to forget all her worries and doubts and to cut loose.

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When the blonde exited her room and hour later, all eyes were drawn to her. Gone was the perky, wholesome girl who had boarded the plane. Gone was the broken young woman that had sat, unmoving, on her bed for hours. The blonde bombshell that had taken their place was stunning. She wore a skintight, thigh length, red silk dress. The straps were as thin and delicate as a spider’s web, the slit that almost reached her hip lethal and daring. The neckline was square and low, giving a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. The back dropped to the small of her back. Her long, golden legs were shown off by high red pumps. He blond hair was deliberately messy, as if she had just spent a long night fucking some lucky man into oblivion. Her eyes were rimmed in charcoal, her pouty lips a slick red. She carried herself with an aura of self confidence and had all the men, and some women, shifting uncomfortably in their seats and breathing fast.

Not noticing all of the attention she was receiving, Buffy stalked resolutely towards the door. When she saw the man holding the door for her drooling, Buffy gave him a slow, sexy smile and stroked his cheek, purring, “Thanks. You’re such a sweetie.” He practically came in his pants as she leaned into him and continued, breathlessly against his ear, “I’ll bet you taste delicious.” Excited by how well her act was working, Buffy allowed herself a small, private grin before walking towards the taxi that waited for her at the curb. Tonight she was going to feel good about herself, tease a few guys, and forget all about the men who had hurt her.

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At the club, Buffy gave men saucy winks and come hither grins while running her hands gently over her neck and legs. She allowed them to buy her drinks, but refused to dance or talk with them. She got pleasantly drunk and didn’t let their hurt looks or anger affect her; tonight was about her and she wasn’t looking for a guy. She was never going to look at a guy as a potential boyfriend again. She was swearing off guys all together. She... Holy Shit! Who was that? The hottest guy she had ever seen was standing on the stage. Bleach blond hair, a rock hard body and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Buffy berated herself for staring, and looked away. Then the music began and he began to sing.

“Fuck...” Buffy breathed, enchanted. The words flew by her and she listened, uncomprehendingly. They didn’t matter; nothing mattered except for the deep, sexy voice of the blue-eyed devil. Suddenly, he turned towards her, still singing, and their eyes locked. Buffy’s breathing sped up and she felt heat rush towards her loins. He kept singing, staring into her eyes. When the song ended he held her gaze for a moment before turning away and smiling at the ecstatic crowd Realizing the song had ended, Buffy stood to go to bathroom to calm herself.

After splashing herself with cold water and calming her breathing,
Buffy felt more in control and exited the bathroom. As she headed towards her seat, she realized that the band had begun a faster song with a low, pulsing beat. Caching the eye of the bleached singer, Buffy’s knees almost turned to jello as he gave her a sexy smirk, pressing his tongue against the back of his teeth and raising his brows. Returning the look with false control, she sent him a smoldering look and turned abruptly, heading to the dance floor.

Buffy began to dance sensuously, green eyes locked with blue. She moved her body suggestively to the music, hands above her head, and then ran them slowly down the sides of her body and back up again. Men watched in awe and a few tried to join in, but she ignored them, never changing her focus. She continued dancing as the band finished their set, and as the blonde man gave her once last, longing look as he left the stage, she sent him one of her own, filled with invitation, before returning to her seat.

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Feeling someone come up behind her, Buffy turned, excited to meet the blue-eyed singer that had enchanted her. But, instead, she was met by a broad shouldered beefy man with hair that had been cemented with gel into sticking straight up. Vaguely recognizing him as the drummer, Buffy was filled with disappointment and tried to glance over his shoulder. This proved to be impossible, as the hulk moved with her, trying to get her attention. “Hello. I’m sorry to bother you; it’s just that I had to ask. Did it hurt?”

“What.” Buffy deadpanned, already tried of the idiot.

“When you fell from Heaven.” He said, smiling with the fakest look
of innocence she had ever seen. “I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re so beautiful. When I see you, you make me feel alive. And...” Buffy stared at him, disgusted. Who in their right mind would ever fall for such a line? Or, for that matter, such an oaf. Despite his angelic demeanor, there was something creepy and almost... almost evil about the man. She tried to push by him but he moved into her path again, grabbing onto her arm, a dangerous looking flashing across his face.

“Let her go, Peaches. Your bleeding crazy sister is looking for you.” Buffy glanced over, and gasped. It was him. Up close he was even more beautiful then she had realized. He had sharp cheekbones and a scar through his eyebrow. And he was wearing the hottest leather duster. Sneering, the dark haired drummer turned and stalked off. “Sorry about him. The poof can be such a ponce when he gets snookered.”

“It’s fine,” Buffy breathed, “Thanks for rescuing me. How can I ever repay you?” She asked with a suggestive smile.

“How ‘bout a dance, luv?” She smiled and looked coyly away. “Come on, you know you wanna dance.” Smirking up at him she turned and walked away, swaying her hips. Glancing over her shoulder at him she said, “Coming?” He quickly followed with a muttered, “Oh, I hope so.”

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a/n: A million thanks to Kirsty, my wonderful beta!

Chapter 3

The music pulsed, and the dancers along with it. On the dance floor, the blonds moved in tandem to a rhythm all their own. He was pressed tightly to her back, hands on her hips, moving with her. Buffy rocked her hips back into him, a small, satisfied smile gracing her lips as he groaned in her ear. Her hands moved above her head as she danced, lost in the moment.

As the song changed, Buffy turned in the blond's arms, resting her arms on his neck without missing a beat. Their eyes met, and she felt a moment of panic. Could she really do this? Sleep with a perfect stranger and then discard him? She faltered for a moment, ready to call the whole thing off and go home, ready to cry herself to sleep and forget the whole stupid plan. But when she glanced into her partner's eyes, she saw... lust. Powerful and hungry, and not at all guilty or hesitant. He obviously didn't mind fucking her without even asking her name; why should she?

Grabbing his neck and standing on her toes, Buffy leaned forward and captured his mouth in a fervent kiss. His mouth moved under hers, parting, their tongues tangling. The kiss deepened and they stopped dancing, lost in it and each other and forgetting that they were in the middle of a crowded dance floor.

People bumped and jostled them, but the kiss continued. Realizing that it'd be prudent to move out of the crowd, they moved off the dance floor and into an empty corner of the club, never breaking the kiss.

She felt as if he was devouring her. She felt like she was being consumed with a fiery passion that she'd never felt before. Realizing that things were progressing too fast and too far as they were only partially concealed from view by a thick stone column, Buffy reluctantly broke the kiss, panting against his neck. After giving herself a moment to collect her thoughts and scanning the club, Buffy murmured against his ear. "Out back."

He pulled back, glanced at her with surprise. But Buffy was flushed with desire and uninhibited by alcohol, so instead on changing her mind she sent him a cat-like smirk and a raised eyebrow before pushed off the wall and strolling towards the back exit into the alley, swaying her hips provocatively.

He watched her for a moment before following her, moving with a fluid grace that reminded Buffy a panther. He pushed outside, letting the door slam behind him with an awful finality. The music from the club was silenced, and along with it came the realization that it was just the two of them, and it scared her. She wondered if it were too late to change her mind until the instant when his mouth covered hers, wiping away the doubts and apprehension.

He kissed behind her ear and down her neck; slow wet kisses that made her knees weaken and buckle. He caught her waist and pressed her against the cool wall, licking the tops of her breasts while the hand that wasn’t wrapped around her waist snaked below her dress, stroking the insides of her thighs gently. His hand continued upward until they met her damp folds. She felt his smile against her neck as he pushed two fingers into her; moaned as his thumb began to circle her clit. His fingers began to pump into her as he continued his ministrations on her clit, and her hands tangled in his hair as she bucked against his hand, head thrown back. They sped up, every movement punctuated by breathy gasps and cries until she stiffened, clutching his head tightly and crying out as she came. Her body still shuddering from the aftershocks of her orgasm, Buffy's hips continued to move gently, slowing down, as the blond pulled his hand away. She cried out at the loss of contact and he chuckled, murmuring in her ear, "Don't worry, I'm no where near finished."

At the sound of his husky promise, Buffy felt her heart speed up and heat flood her pussy once more. As he pulled a condom from his back pocket and rolled it down his swollen cock, she wondered if she should feel worried or relieved that he'd come so prepared, but he moved toward her and thrust his hot, hard length into her aching center, stretching her and filling her in a way that she'd never experienced before, and all thought fled her mind.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust as he rammed into her. She cried out, stunned by the violent passion. It surpassed all she'd ever known. Her back scraped against the building and she felt the strap of her dress snap; his pace only increased. Buffy bit her lip, trying to hold back a scream. She knew that they were too close to the bar; anyone could hear the noise and come out to investigate. She should stop this, before things went too far. But, hearing his grunts in her ear and feeling the pressure building between her legs, Buffy knew that things already had. She tightened her arms around his neck, stifling her cries as he changed the angle of penetration, each drive of his hips against hers stimulating her swollen clit. She came again, at the same time as he roared in her ear and his body jerked.

His face was buried in her neck and his harsh breathing echoed in her ears. Buffy let her legs slid from around his hips, and collapsed against him, panting heavily. She felt his murmur against her neck,

"My hotel's just 'round the block."

Buffy hesitated for only a second. She had just had the most amazing sex of her life with a perfect stranger, but she couldn't actually go back to his room alone. Yet how could she not? Slowly, she pulled back and tilted her head up, meeting stormy blue eyes. Then she gave a swift, sure nod and prepared herself for one amazing night, knowing that she after that night she would never see him again.

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a/n: I know it's been forever; I hope someone is still reading. LOL. Also, I've never written smut before and am very apprehensive, so feedback is very much appreciated. Thanks to Kirsty and Kar for the encouragement and quick beta jobs.