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“What do you mean you can’t meet the fucken’ deadline Elizabeth?” Angel’s voice roared over the phone and she began to seethe.

“It means I won’t have it ready by the time requested ASSHOLE! Don’t use the words if you don’t understand them…or buy yourself a fucken’ dictionary and stop wasting my time.”

She could hear something crash and shatter in the background and then couldn’t help but adding, “You know what, maybe I can meet it, maybe I’ll just write up a summary of your temper tantrums and the size of your dick, I’m sure the readers will get a kick out of it, regardless of the fact that you not being able to perform in a sexual or social aspect has nothing to do with my book.”

The dial tone sounded in her ears and she smiled happily before remembering she really did need to get cracking on the last chapter of her book, but at least she knew what to do with the character of Liam. She rotated her shoulders, getting stiff from the workout he’d interrupted and not having been able to cool down afterwards.

She was writing about a vampire who fell in love with a human girl and she didn’t know whether or not to make the ending happy or sad. She desperately wanted to give Sarah her happily ever after but couldn’t see how, James represented everything dark in the world. The saddest thing was through all this though was the fact that Sarah was her, every want, every need, every mannerism was her own and James, well James was a bit of everything she craved, his most appealing trait was that he stayed through it all. This was something Buffy herself had yet to experience. They all left, Parker, Riley and even Angel had in the end, breaking her heart and apparently her ability to write. So she could write until her fingers bled, and she could make up a million for ever and evers, but she’d never know them and because of that she’d never be able to give them justice within her pages.

She sighed and headed up to the shower, knowing that in about an hour and a half Willow would be there to take her Bronzing for her birthday. Yes, she was looking forward to spending some quality time with her friends but her birthdays tended to end with not well note. Either way, she needed this and wasn’t going to bail out.

The heat of the shower eased her muscles and gave her skin a rosy tint lifting her spirits just a little higher. She’d recently had her hair lightened and had to admit it looked better than it had in ages. Maybe, just maybe, tonight was going to be a good night after all she thought after straightening her locks and applying some light makeup.





It had been a good idea she decided as she and her friends sat at the small table in the Bronze listening to the music of Willow’s boyfriends band. Oz was definitely good for her red haired friend and Xander’s new girlfriend, Anya, definitely had some interesting qualities.

“So Buffster, what’s it feel like to be 25?”

She grimaced, “It feels great Xan, how’s it feel to finally be getting laid?”

He turned beat red as Anya answered for him, “He told me it feels like his penis is crying tears of joy.” She blurted out, either ignorant or naive to the fact that it was a rhetorical question, either way Buffy decided she had to get to know this woman better.

Willow chuckled and Buffy snorted uncaringly.

“Anyone want another drink?”

Willow handed her some cash, about enough to cover everyone.

“No way your paying on your B-day Buffy.”

Buffy smiled. “Thanks, so the usual?”

Everyone nodded yes and couldn’t help but ask Xander if he needed a Kleenex too, in case he started ‘crying’. She didn’t even wait to see his reaction as she sashayed to the bar with a smile, knowing her friend was embarrassed beyond belief.

She waited patiently for “Ripper” to notice her. He used to teach English back in London and had come here to open up a bar, something he’d always wanted to do. One night Buffy had stayed to closing on a Wednesday, not noticing that everyone else had left and had looked up startled when she noticed that the kindly bartender had slid into a seat opposite of her.

She was about to stammer out an apology for keeping him waiting when he’d asked what she was working on. She’d gone on to tell him everything, from the book she was working on to the ones she’d finished and once he’d told her what he used to do she’d let him edit some of her stuff and he was just incredible at it. They’d become close friends, him never having had children and her having lost her mother some 4 years ago and still not knowing where her father was. The name “Ripper” had come when Riley had made the mistake of man-handling her at the bar after their breakup, which had occurred when Buffy had found bite marks covering him head to toe, and they weren’t hers. Giles had jumped over the bar and proceeded to rip Riley a new one and the name had just stuck. They tried to get together once a week for dinner, time permitting. He watched over her and she loved him for that.

“What’ll it be tonight stranger?” Giles asked with his kindly smile.

“Sorry, I’ve way behind on schedule lately and everything’s a mess, make it up to you on Sunday?”

“Sounds good to me Buffy, I’ve got some stuff to tell you.”

“Salty good stuff or boring stuff?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“Salty good”, his eyes flicked down to the cash in her hand, “And you know your money’s not good here tonight.”

She blushed, “should have known you wouldn’t forget, sometimes I swear to god you’re a fucken’ elephant. I’ll have the usual, we all will actually.”

Giles smiled and started mixing their drinks, her friends having quickly become his once introduced, though none of them would ever be as close as the surrogate daughter and the surrogate father were.

He handed her the drinks and smiled, “Stay after close and have a drink with an old man?” he asked, knowing the answer.

A roll of the eyes and a ‘yes dad’ later followed by a quick kiss on the cheek before he was off again to serve some other clients.

Buffy heard a throat clear and looked to the left, a man with bleached blond hair sat there with his shoulders slumped, not turning to look at her while he asked his question, a pencil tapping with irritation on a scrap of paper he had on the bar.

“Can I help you?”

“What’s another good word for radiant?”

“Effulgent” she shot out without thinking twice.

He chuckled bitterly, “I asked for a good word.”

“Anything that means radiant has to be a good word, but if you’re picky just use brilliant and be like everyone else. Have a nice night.”

She walked back to her table then, not noticing the deep blue eyes following her movement with just a little bit of awe in them.




Buffy could feel the music washing over her and smiled, this had been the best birthday so far in years. She felt good, alive and warm. Oz’s band really knew how to get people worked into a dancing frenzy and she loved the freedom a dance floor had to offer. Dancing had no deadlines, you could do as little or as much as you wanted when you wanted to.

She could feel it when someone stepped up behind her but still she chose to keep her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his (hopefully it was a HIS, because she didn’t swing the other way though she had no problems with those who did) fingers ghosting over the bare skin of her waist, her red tank top was not meant to cover everything, just cover enough and her jeans were faded blue low rise. And why not? She had the body to pull it off every once in a while.

Another fast song rang out and with it his fingers grew more forward, grabbing her hips and pulling her to him. With one hand he pulled her hair off to one side and rested his chin on her now exposed shoulder.

“You smell like vanilla” said the voice that gave her chills.

“You smell like whiskey” she whispered back but not once stopping the fully clothed sex show they were now putting on.

He laughed at that and she couldn’t help but smile, he sounded happy, happier than he’d sounded at the bar. Once he’d started talking it hadn’t been hard to figure out who the mystery dancer was, she doubted anyone else in here had an accent as sexy as his.

His hand came to splay over her taut stomach and he risked a quick nibble at her neck.

“But you taste like honey.”

Buffy gave a small groan, it had been so long since she’d let someone touch her and she’d almost forgotten how good even the little things were. Feeling a little risqué she pushed into him a little harder and upped their tempo, refusing to let the obvious erection scare her off. He was after all, only a man.

“Cheeky l’il bird aren’t you?” he asked, his voice almost lulling her into a trance.

“If I’m not mistaken, I’m not the one who’s got a naughty bird.”

His grip on her stomach tightened and she heard him laugh again, letting out a little chuckle herself.

“Doesn’t scare you kitten?” he mumbled, tongue darting out to lick her neck languidly.

“I took sex ed in grade 5, it’s been a long time since a dick scared me.”

Another laugh, another nibble, another moan, she didn’t even know from who this time.

“Been a long time since a woman’s made me laugh, thank you.”

“Been a long time since I let a guy hump my ass without knowing what he looks like first.”

“You have a way with words pet.”

“You have no idea.”

The talking stopped as her arms came up to wrap around his neck and he bit down on her shoulder gently while one hand slid to the top of her jeans.

He was driving her crazy and she was making him insane, their grinding coming to a screeching halt when he whirled her around and crushed his lips to hers before she even had a chance to open her eyes.

His kiss was hard but his lips were so soft that Buffy couldn’t help but bite down gently on one, resulting in him slamming her against him, desperate for some friction.

The feel of his tongue on hers was delicious and she moaned into his mouth, he tasted like whiskey too and she found that on him it tasted good. His arm came around to grip her ass, pulling her as close as he could to her body and they started to dance again, never stopping the kiss. Her fingers scratched lightly down his chest and she couldn’t help but whimper when she felt the muscles hidden there.

The song came to an end and slowly her eyes revealed the most gorgeous looking man she’d ever seen. 5”9 (which was just perfect for her small stature), chiseled features and killer cheekbones, bleached slicked back hair (at least that much she’d been expecting) and eyes that seemed to melt her immediately.

“Hi” she breathed out huskily.

A hand came to smooth away a damp strand of hair that had fallen over her eyes,

“Effulgent” he whispered to her, not blinking once.





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