Title: The Touch

Author: Catwood2@webtv.net

Part: (1/1)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: B/S

Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.

Distribution: Take it, tell me

Summary: Buffy has a surreal encounter.

Author's Note: Just thought it would be nice to take a little break

from my series. I wanted to try out a NC-17 fic. I've never done one

before.

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Lights danced about the sky, reflecting the vast haze that enveloped the fairgrounds. The barely visible stars could hardly compete with the dazzling lights of the carnival. Voices drifted along the horizon, creating a loud drone that appeared to hypnotize the patrons. As they traversed the crowded rows of tents and rides, venders called out to them. Enticing them to come witness acts of mystery, ride mechanical wonders, or take a chance playing a deceptively

simple game. It was a place of intrigue, where the worries and responsibilities of the real world, never dared enter. There was never a more perfect place escape from her life.

Her eyes traveled along the rows of faces that scurried past her. Some were old and withered with age, others were young and full of life. Some might have mistaken her youthful appearance as a sign of innocence and naivety. But if they had looked into her eyes, they would have seen a lifetime of pain and purpose. Buffy appeared to be perhaps in her late twenties now. The soft lines of her face had already begun to show signs of age. As she passed by a mirrored trailer, she wondered where the last few years had gone. Her hazy recollections were muffled by the incessant rhythm of the music that enraptured the carnival crowd.

Buffy's body began to tingle with an all to familiar sensation. She could feel the approach of her unknown prey. It danced about her senses with a wave of expectancy. As she looked through the hurried crowds, she suddenly felt a gentle touch on her shoulder. It made her body quiver with anticipation. She turned to see the source of her captivation, only to find that it was already gone. She hurried through the crowd with a sense of desperation. If only she could catch a glimpse of this mysterious creature. The feeling of loss overtook her, as she found herself craving its touch once again.

In her state of somber recollection, she almost missed seeing the dark figure depart from the crowd. With the grace of a cat, he stalked towards an old carnival trailer. She watched with fevered anticipation, and then proceeded to run after him. Every step appeared to only take her only a few inches closer. She felt as though she were running in place. Buffy became almost panicked, in fear that she would not catch him. And then suddenly as if by some strange supernatural force, she found herself standing directly in front of the old abandoned trailer. Buffy stepped inside only to find that in contained the remnants of an old carnival funhouse.

Light streamed in from broken slats in the walls and roof. She could still here the busy hum of the commotion outside. Her senses became abruptly aware of the presence that lurked among the maze of mirrors, broken lights and discarded memorabilia. She stepped forward and surveyed the path before her. She was afraid to follow it. Even though every inch of her body told her proceed, deep in the recesses of her mind she knew that it would be wrong. She found herself struggling with the most basic of inner conflicts. Responsibility or pleasure.

Tonight she would listen to her body. It called out for her to indulge in her greatest desire. She followed the path.

As she lightly stepped through the cluttered maze, she found herself standing in a room encircled by mirrors. It gave a dizzying affect that left her uneasy on her feet. Although she saw no reflection, she knew he was there. She could feel his ravenous blue eyes looking right through her. Buffy turned and looked at his strong, lean figure. He was a contradiction in many ways. Dark, yet pale. Caring, yet cruel. Good, yet evil. His gaze made her feel weak.

Carefully he stepped forward and brought his hand up to caress her face. She unconsciously leaned into him, seeking his embrace. His hands traveled down her supple figure and rested on her hips, never once allowing his eyes to leave her face. She looked up at him with desperate need in her eyes. She wanted to feel his touch.

His lips descended upon hers with an almost violent rage. She could feel his hands traveling through out her body, leaving her with out any sense of restraint. It was too late to turn back now. She was enraptured.

Buffy felt as is she was floating. The room seemed to turn and she found herself lying on the floor, sans her clothing. 'How did this happen', she absently wondered. Her mind was too overwhelmed with passion to discern one movement from the next. She could feel him lying over her, and see his tussled blonde hair. His cool muscular physique, contrasting her soft warm body. She could still hear the voices and laughter from outside. And the vibrant carnival lights danced about the trailer. It all felt so surreal.

His lips traveled down her neck, lavishing her with passionate kisses. He lifted his torso revealing his fine sculpted muscles for her eyes to see. He was more beautiful than she could have imagined. His mouth then found it's way to her heaving chest. Her pert nipples welcomed his attention. She could feel his tongue playing and prodding her, while his mouth gently suckled her breasts. She wondered if she ever new what true pleasure was, until this moment.

He raised his hands to softly caress her breasts, while he rose to her mouth and once again captured her in a ravaging kiss. His tongue seemed to reach right into her. Making every inch of her body tingle and scream for more. She felt his body rise in between her legs, as he positioned himself between her thighs. She thrust towards him with anticipation. They were still engaged in a passionate kiss, as he began to enter her warm cavern. She could feel his fullness and it made her writhe in pleasure.

Slowly at first, but with increasing momentum, he thrust into her. She responded with every muscle in her body. There had never been a more passionate moment in her life. She could feel the sweat and perspiration that came from the friction of their two bodies moving together. Reality suddenly seemed to escape her, as she felt her climax begin to overtake her. He too was beginning to quiver with exhilaration. It made her own climax more powerful. As they came

together, she shuddered with ecstasy and clung to his chest with amorous need.

He held her, without words. Never breaking the surreal feeling of the night. She slowly began to relax and take in the pleasure of the moment. His presence made her feel safe. She was complete.

As quickly as this encounter had overtaken her, she began to feel it slowly slip away. With her eyes closed, she tried to make sense of the images that now danced through her head. She opened them, only to find that she was lying in her own bedroom. The sheets of her bed clung to her body, for she was covered with perspiration. Buffy seemed short of breath and could not control the panting that escaped her throat. She violently threw the covers aside and jumped from her bed. Reality had suddenly begun to set in.

She wore only a white tank top and pair of panties, yet she felt so hot. The images of her fevered dream would not leave her head. She carefully crept towards her window, opening it to allow the breeze to cool her. She stood there for only a moment, before her eyes betrayed her and began searching below. She didn't know whether or not she wanted him to be there. Her mind raced to make sense of it all. She felt lost and alone.

Buffy slowly backed away from the window, and lay back on her bed. With the window still open, she rested her head onto her pillow. She was not sure if she would be able to recapture sleep that night but she craved to return to her dream. Perhaps it wasn't right, but she desired his touch nonetheless.

The End