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Buffy winced and picked herself up off the ground tentatively, every bone creaking and every muscle aching.

‘At least I survived’ she thought to herself, taking in her surroundings with bleary eyes. ‘Or have I?’ she wondered, taking in the scene in front of her.

Large mountains and trees were all she could see through the haze of night in the what she assumed was a forest. She could try to get her bearings in the morning; right now she needed a place to sleep.

She started to walk in the direction that always felt right – straight ahead – when she noticed something on the ground in front of her.

“What the hell?” she asked the darkness as she bent down and picked up a cowboy hat and that’s when she noticed her outfit.

Tight but comfortable faded blue jeans that were obviously well worn and a – dare she say it – plaid fitted shirt and riding boots.

“I must be dead” she concluded, knowing full well she would never, NEVER, don a cowgirl outfit.

And that’s when she heard it.

“Buffy? BUFFY?” bellowed an un-familiar masculine voice and the sound of hooves beating on the ground.

She contemplated hiding, learning early on that strange places and strange men who knew her name often led to the not-of-the-good but she had to be realistic; she didn’t know where she was, she was hurt, and she was hungry.

“Over here James” she cried out and stepped into a small clearing and paused: how the fuck did she know the strangers name?

She saw the horse before she saw the man, and while she didn’t know much about the animals she had to admit its black and white speckled body was adorable.
The real shock should have been falling in Sunnydale and landing God knows where, but that would mean her life was simple – and it wasn’t – the real shock came when the stranger whose name she somehow knew took off his hat and was Spike.

“Jesus Christ Buffy, how many times do I have to tell you not to wander off after dark?”

A strange feeling passed through her, as if she could remember the past arguments they had shared.

Clarity hit her like a ton of bricks: she wasn’t in Kansas anymore. Willow had told her about other dimensions, so had Giles, but she’d never really listened much. She had always assumed that should she end up in one she’d be a separate entity from the Buffy already there, but it would appear that her dimension self and the other dimension self became one instead of two. The one thing she did know about alternate realities or dimensions, was that you never fucked it up.

She took a deep inner breath and went with what felt right.

“How many times do I have to tell you you’re not my keeper?” she snapped back.

James sighed, his dirty blond hair slicked back with sweat, his blue eyes worried.

“You’re bleeding.”

“What?” she asked, startled she hadn’t noticed, but in her defense she didn’t have a mirror, it was dark, and she hurt everywhere - it’s not like she could pinpoint an area to pay attention to on her aching body.

“I’ll live.”

He shook his head and smiled, pulling her in for a hug. “I only get mad because I worry gorgeous; now let’s get you fixed up.”

He took a quick look around, “Looks like Mr. Gordo headed back to the ranch. You fall off him again?”

“Mr. Gordo?”

He looked at her quizzically and ran a finger over the cut on her forehead. “Your horse…I guess you bumped your head a little harder than I thought.”

He hopped onto his horse and held out a hand, pulling Buffy up easily and making a quick clicking noise before gently pressing his heels into the horse, and his chest into her back.

She couldn’t help but relax into the solid wall of muscle behind her, she had saved the world at least three times and never had a vacation – this seemed as good a time as any to declare a slayer time-off.

She must have fallen asleep for a few minutes because the next thing she knew she was being pulled off his horse and carried into a small ranch house. He sat her down on the porch swing while he ran inside to light some candles before coming back outside and cleaning the small cut on her forehead before bending down to pick her up again.

She giggled while he carried her up the stairs and he smiled down at her, “Learn a lesson today kitten?”

She nodded her head, “Yup, bump my head everyday and get treated like a princess.”

“Hey now, I treat you like a princess regardless of daily brain damage, you’re just spoiled.”

She laughed again and a brief shot of sadness welled up inside her, why didn’t she ever let herself relax around Spike? ‘Because in your dimension he tried to kill you and your friends, left you to die at the hands of Angel, and he’s a vampire’ her tired mind supplied, but still…he was changing, she couldn’t deny that, or the feelings she had begun to develop for him over the past few months.

James placed her softly onto a large bed and tossed her a nightgown. “I’ll be back up in a few minutes sweetheart, I’m just going to make sure Mr. Gordo came back and put him in the stables.”

Buffy gave a small smile, “Thanks”

As soon as he was gone she threw off her filthy clothes and pulled the form fitting black nightgown over her head. Wait a second? Coming back? She began to twist her hands and that’s when she noticed it, the small wedding band she wore.

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit.” she whispered to herself in the dark room as she began to pace.

‘Okay, we’re married…married people don’t have sex often right? I don’t have anything to worry about…but I have to do what Buffy 2 would or risk fucking up the world…fuck up the world or fuck Spike?’

That was the last thought she was able to have alone, and coherently, before James walked back into the room and peeled his top off, revealing a very lean but muscular and tanned – weird – chest.

Buffy felt herself getting hot. Okay, so she didn’t have a voice inside her head screaming at her that she didn’t belong here, so she knew that whoever she was sharing this dimension with wasn’t ‘home’ at the moment, but the memories were and Buffy could see with perfect clarity what that chest had inspired her to do so many times before.

“I was so worried Buffy, I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

Buffy couldn’t help it, and felt herself moving towards him.

“I’m sorry baby, I don’t mean to worry you, but I like taking rides at night.”

He smiled and cupped her face, “Funny, so do I” he answered hoarsely and to Buffy’s complete surprise she initiated the first kiss. His lips were so soft but they were demanding every part of her body to respond to him, and it did.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and her body pressed into him. He pulled away with a small growl and walked her over to the bed, forcing her to sit on the edge while he kneeled between her legs.

“God Buffy, I’ll never get enough of you” he groaned out while he lifted the hem of her nightgown and began to press desperate kisses into her stomach while his hands grabbed hold of her breasts, kneading them gently.

“James please” she pleaded.

He looked up into her eyes, “What do you need baby?” he all but purred out

“You, just you” she whispered and his eyes seemed to almost shine at the words.

“Lie down” he ordered softly and she complied, pulling the nightgown over her head before getting settled into the pillows.

He stood by the bed, eyes never leaving hers while he rid himself of his pants and climbed above her, pressing his erection between her legs.

“I missed you last night” he whispered into her ear, leaning down to lick the column of her neck.

A small memory hit her, she’d been at her mother’s house last night – her mom was alive here…it made her happy.

“Did you think about me?” she asked seductively, raising her hips, giving him a small taste of the friction she knew he needed.

“Right until I fell asleep, and then I dreamed about you”

She opened her legs a little more and reached down to wrap her hand around him, pumping his erection lazily with a small smile on her face, loving the way his eyes closed in ecstasy.

“I bet you say that to all the women you marry” she teased lightheartedly.

His eyes opened at that and darkened, “Only you Buffy, it’s always been only you” he answered before he pushed himself into her, groaning at how wet she already was.

His hips thrust into her languidly, there was no need to rush right now, and she couldn’t help the throaty moan that escaped her.

Her hands found his ass and gripped it tightly, forcing him in as deep as she could, it felt so right no matter how wrong all of this really was.

His mouth found her neck again and bit down gently, and she couldn’t help but to arch into it, wondering briefly if this was how a bite from Spike would feel like.

It felt wrong and right at the same time, thinking about one person, or vampire, who was actually the same man she was having sex with right now but in a different dimension while at the same time knowing that while she was technically married to the man currently making love it wasn’t this version of she?…her?…not this Buffy who had taken the vows.

Still, if it meant not making the universe go all ka-boomy, then she’d bite the bullet, speaking of bullets…

“God you feel so good” she cried out when he twisted his hips upward, filling her completely.

The sound of her voice seemed to encourage him and he moved his lips from her neck to her breasts, his tongue circling one nipple before biting down gently and moving onto the next.

She ran her nails down his back and wrapped her legs around him, “Harder” she begged.

His thrusts seem to take on an almost frantic pace that left her clinging to him while she cried out and when he shifted his weight onto one arm so that he could sneak a hand in between them to rub against her clit while he pounded into her Buffy came undone. His name tore out of her mouth in a scream as she shook around him, inner muscles clenching his cock and demanding him to cum with her with a roar. He pumped into her lazily for a moments afterward, kissing her gently until the aftershocks of both their orgasms subsided.

Without letting her go he shifted them so that he was on his back with his arm around her and her head was on his chest, her hand resting over his heart.

“I love you Buffy.” he whispered, pulling her closer.
“I love you too James” she answered, without a second thought.





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