A Moments... Series

Title: A Moments Panic
By: Dani
Discla: I : I don’t own them.
Feedback to: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: My second attempt at B/Linds PWP :)
Summary: This is the next story in my un-named series; this follows the events in "A Moments Touch."
AN: Okay... so I got like 2 feedbacks on my first story, so don't ask my why I'm sending the second one out so quickly... I guess it's just a thank you for all the people that joined my little cove. SO PLEASE GIVE SOME FEEDBACK!!!! Wow... where did that come from :)

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A Moments Panic (1/1)

A faint pulse began beating in her head, her brain rattling as the gentle sensation steadily increased to a loud pounding. She moaned incoherently, shifting her heavy body, the silk sheets softly passing over her skin. "Umm…" Buffy thought as the silk soothed her tired body, the light fabric tickling her flesh and cooling her at the same time.

Buffy stopped moving suddenly, her breath holding in her chest, silk. She didn't have silk sheets, or a feather pillow for that matter. It was then that she noticed the extra weight pressing into her the bed, a light snoring coming from behind her, and a delicious aching sensation that radiated from between her legs, all the way up to her gut. Buffy shifted further, feeling a large velvet shaft pressing between her folds. "Oh my god!" Buffy whispered out loud, a smile creeping onto her face despite her situation.

She was in Lindsay's large room, his heavenly body spooning hers, his gentle lips now kissing her shoulders in his sleepy haze. Lindsay couldn't open his eyes, didn't want to. The warmth surrounding his body made him lull between reality and dreams. All he could think about was the soft flesh in front of him, the wetness soaking into his erection; surely this had to be a dream. He shifted against the source, not realizing what he was doing, the sensations taking over his body.

Buffy moaned, her sore core beginning to hurt for another reason. He was kissing her openly now, his tongue tracing patterns on her neck, his shaft so close to pressing inside of her depths. Buffy pushed back against him, ignoring the pain she felt as the head of his penis began penetrating her, each time he shifted it rubbed against her engorging clitoris.

"Um… Lindsay…" Buffy purred, feeling him angel himself inside of her opening, his strong arms pulling her slender body against his in an unhurried motion. He pushed slowly inside of her, gently easing his shaft between her folds as to not cause her any additional pain, somehow knowing in his sleep that he need to be gentle. His hands stroked across her taut stomach, his fingers splaying out around her flesh. He lightly pulled his member out, and then back in again, there bodies melting together as he held her from behind.

Lindsay's dark blue eyes shot open, his dream world crashing around him, his incredibly hard dick now fully incased in Buffy's silken haven. It was her moan; her breathy little moan that made up his name that woke him up. He had two options, he could make the mistake he made last night of things getting way too out of control, or he could stop, he could pull him self out of the tight muscular sheath which was fluttering around him.

"Oh my god Buffy…" Lindsay whispered, pain in his voice as he pulled him self out of her, resisting the urge to moan as his sensitive flesh as rubbed against hers one last time. "I shouldn't have done that… oh god… what am I doing!" Lindsay yelled into the empty house as he quickly stood from the bed, his naked from standing gloriously unabashed.

Buffy's lower lip quivered in confusion, her eyes welling with tears. He regretted it, wished that he had not taken her last night.

Lindsay looked at her beautifully aroused flesh, her glowing skin, her pouting lip, and her moisture filled eyes. Lindsay wanted to hit him self for taking advantage of her. "Shush… baby don't cry…" Lindsay quickly corrected as he moved to sit next to her on the bed. He flinched as Buffy pulled the sheets around her very naked body, shifting away from his touch.

"Don't Lindsay. Just don't. I understand… I understand completely!" Buffy couldn't look at him, couldn't let him see the shame that she felt about her self.

"You don't understand Buffy." Lindsay yelled, crawling further on the bed, and using his hand to bring her face in front of his. Loosing track of his 'we can't do this, this is very wrong' speech, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers roughly, his tongue probing the inside of her lips. The sheet dropped softly, Buffy's hands losing their grip and moving to his back, pressing his body against hers.

Lindsay pulled away, biting her lip as finished his assault on her mouth. "The problem is me… I can't do this to you. Buffy your 17! I just took your virginity, I'm a bastard! God I can't believe I took advantage of you like that… and then this morning…" Lindsay sighed feeling his shaft fill with blood, his manhood still slick with her juices.

He quickly moved far, far away from a very confused Buffy. He looked around the room briefly, grabbing his dark blue button down shirt, and walking back over to Buffy. He handed her the shirt, his own nudity of no concern to him. Buffy stared at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. It had been dark the night before, but she now understood why she was sore.

His words sunk in. Buffy stood from the bed, flashing him a wonderful view of her own flesh as she pulled the soft material of his shirt around her body. She left it unbuttoned, what she had to say too important to wait.

"How many times do I have to tell you! I wanted to Lindsay, I wanted you to be my first! I didn't let you take advantage of me, you can't rape the willing Lindsay… and from what I remember from last night, which is all of it," a dark blush marred her flawless skin, her hands closing the gap in her shirt, "I was the one begging you to sleep with me!" Buffy cried, tears slowly tracking down her skin, did he not remember his confession of love, was it just something he said in the heat of the moment… or did he mean it?

"Please sweetheart don't cry." He walked over to her, bringing her into his arms, her head resting on his large chest. Buffy could feel him against her stomach, there bare skin touching.

"I love you Lindsay…" Buffy said softly, embarrassed of her feelings, certainly what she felt was more than a c, fo, for gods sake she just had sex with him, and almost again in the morning, not to mention the other things she let him do to her. A shiver of passion ran down her body, her center buzzing with her need for him.

Lindsay pulled her head up, and looked straight into her eyes. "I know you do Buffy… I love you too… and that’s what makes this so wrong." He leaned down to kiss her, Buffy standing on her toes as their tongues softly batted at each other. Lindsay needed to make a decision and quick. His mixed symbols were driving them both crazy, Buffy most of all. Here is was kissing her, his hands slipping inside of the shift she wore to cup her ass, but yet he kept telling her he couldn't do it.

A loud chime began racing through the house, Lindsay sighed, who would be here at 9:30 on a Saturday. He broke the kiss, and ignoring the door for a moment, searched his drawers for a pair of boxers.

Buffy stood wondering still what had happened, her body flushed, her eyes closed.. She sighed slowly buttoning his shirt, the fabric giving her the exact replica of his musky scent. She followed him into the other room, snuggling into the fabric as she leaned against the back wall in the living room, watching the way Lindsay's muscles moved as he opened the door, only his head peaking out at first.

Buffy's eyes went wide as the door pushed opened and the tall brunette strode in withoo muo much as invitation. "Well Lindsay… there you are." Lilah spoke softly, her long body held tall as she quickly surveyed the situation.

Lindsay shut his eyes, of all the people to drop by. Lilah laughed, her evil tone chilling Buffy and annoying Lindsay. "Well I see you two have gotten pretty cozy." She bit out, her eyes slowly perusing Lindsay's near naked form, and then quickly scanning over Buffy's messed up hair, her flushed face, and the wrinkled shirt that Lindsay had worn to the office the previous day. From the way her legs peaked out of the shirt, she was guessing she had nothing under it.

"What do you want? And why are you in my house?" Lindsay bit out, knowing how bad the situation looked, come to think of it, it was as bad as it looked.

Lilah laughed again, almost sadistically. "Well its seems that 'Daddy' wanted me to check up on his precious darling angel. Wanted to make sure that she was being cared for. By the looks of things, you're really taking your job seriously. Buffy seems pretty satisfied to me… I can't wait until Hank finds out about this. You fucked his precious baby girl." Lilah was in hysterics as she walked towards the door.

Buffy kept her mouth shut, what had she done, her father was going to fire Lindsay, and then kill her.

"You don't now what you are talking about Lilah. Nothing happened between me and Buffy… nothing, do you hear me." Lindsay approached the other woman, his eyes narrowing in warning, "Don't fuck with me Lilah, I have more shit on you that can can imagine, so just walk away and tell Hank that Buffy is fine. Now please get out of my house."

Lilah could feel his anger, and wondered exactly what it was that he knew about her. She wasn't stupid enough to find out, but Lindsay didn't know that. Lilah cracked a half smile, her long shiny brown hair falling down her back as she walked out the same door she came in. Lindsay slammed it shut, his eyes screwing shut.

"I'm sorry Linds…"Buffy said softly, the tension that she could see in his body making her feel bad. It was all her fault. She had kissed him last night, she haduttouttoned his shirt, and she had insisted that he kept kissing her when he tried to pull away.

"Baby… don't be sorry. It's not your fault. Lilah's all talk, she wont say anything." Lindsay walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist. Buffy nodded, letting him soothe her, letting him protect her from the outside world. "So now where were before the bitch from hell stopped by?" Lindsay smiled, he was already caught, might as well his death worth it.

His arms lingered around her body, his face pressing into her neck. He kissed her softly, just a kiss, nothing more, his tongue swiftly swiping her skin. Buffy arched into him, her body putty in his hands. His lips tra aro around her neck, peppering her skin with wet kisses, until he found her mouth. His lips pressed against hers, Buffy's tongue the first to sweep across his soft flesh, his mouth opening into hers.

Lindsay backs them up, Buffy's back pressing against the wall as his hand stroked her leg. Buffy moaned, the firm wall behind her, and the hard body in front of her; it was all so surreal. She knew they should stop, that for both of their sakes they should just go about their separate ways, but as Lindsay's hand found her moist center, Buffy was lost in what was right or wrong.

His strong hand moved to part her, his finger gently entering her as she hissed in pain. Lindsay quickly stopped, feeling her body stiffen. "Am I hurting you baby?" He said tenderly, his lips breaking from hers.

Buffy shook her head, "I'm just a little sore… I didn't hurt last night… but I guess it does a little bit today." She wanted him to continue to make the hurt go away.

Lindsay withdrew from her, and quickly grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the bathroom. "I have an idea." He said as he flashed her a brilliant smile, her small legs scrambling to keep up with his.

Buffy swooned, his tight ass flexing with each step, his rugged face outlined in course hair. He had this sexy patch of hair beneath his lipacinacing his very kissable lips. Her eyes flickered with wonder as he let go of her hand, and started the shower, using his hand to adjust the water to the perfect temperature. Closing the glass shower doors, he turned back around, his smile wide, his eyes sparkling. BuffBuffy smiled meekly back, still new at the feelings she felt coursing through her veins. Lindsay gently undid the buttons on the shirt, watching as the material feel open, exposing her bare beautiful skin to his eyesight. Once all of the buttons were free, he walked behind her, kissing the back of her neck and gently pulling the shirt free from her body. Buffy stood there naked, feeling some how free, she had never had anyone look at her the way he was looking at that moment.

"So beautiful." He whispered, trailing a finger down her back, stopping at the curve of her ass. Buffy's shivered, struggling to keep her body upright, so this is what she had missing.

He pulled down on the elastic of his shorts, his erection catching on the material as it was pulled from his body. He pressed his body to hers from behind, Buffy shutting her eyes, letting him lead her. She could feel him between her legs, her moisture starting to leak out.
He walked them slowly towards the shower, a billow of steam rising up above the fogged glass, Buffy and Lindsay waddling towards their goal as he playfully bit at her neck. Buffy couldn't help the giggle as he softly caressed her. Buffy opened the door, her hand slightly shaking as she gripped the handle. She didn't know why she was nervous, hadn't they done everything they could have done the previous night?

Buffy stepped under the steaming rays of water, the duel showerhead hitting her sore muscles from the front and the back. Buffy moaned the hot liquid soaking into her skin. Lindsay joined her, coming to stand in front of her. He kissed her softly, the water flowing down their faces, and continuing to the rest of their bodies.

Buffy's hands traveled through his thick hair, her fingers massaging the water into his locks, making them heavy, her fingers easily sliding through them. Lindsay broke the kiss smiling, wanting this to be about her, wanting to show her just a glimpse of the pleasure he could and would bring her. He grabbed her pink luffa; smiling at they way their personal items were combined in the bathroom, his shampoo next to hers, her toothbrush lying across his.

Soaping the plastic sponge with her favorite scent, he began lathering her skin, bringing the textured object across her flesh gently. Buffy moaned his ministrations slow yet purposeful. Lindsay watched as the water rolled over her skin, tiny rivulets cascading down her body like waterfalls. The water turned milky white, the soap spiraling down the drain as her body was cleansed. Lindsay leaned in, drinking the clean water off of her even cleaner skin, his tongue wrapping around her tender breast as he bent down.

Buffy felt like she was going to fall, her feet loosing way as her knees lost their strength. Lindsay gripped her slender body, his arms steadying her, his fingers biting into hips. Buffy moaned, Lindsay's kisses moving down her abdomen, his body folding at the knee's as he brought himself down. Buffy watched, Lindsay's head dipping down to gently lick her swollen clit, the rough surface just barely glancing over her. Lindsay smiled, her breath hitching in her throat. "Dthatthat hurt darling?" He asked innocently.

Buffy shook her head in the negative, trying to steady her self.

He lapped at her greedily, his face sinking between her struggling legs, water diluting his new favorite taste. Buffy threw her head back, her eyes tightly shut as any pain she had felt moments before was erased. Lindsay knew he couldn't support them both; Buffy was beginning to move in time with his tongue. He backed her up gently, guiding her bottom down on the molded seat in the corner of the large shower. Buffy smiled, as she sat down.

"Put your feet on my shoulders." Lindsay instructed wasting no time as his tongue quickly began probing her inner labia. Buffy wanted to scream, his teeth gently nibbling against her, his thumb flicking against her pleasure center.

"You taste incredible… I could spend a life time between you legs, licking you, tasting you." Lindsay spoke, making Buffy's body pulse.

"Please Lindsay… I want you inside of me… it doesn't hurt anymore…" She cried, feeling her climax approaching quickly. She wanted to cum around him, to feel him inside of her again.
Lindsay nodded, too far-gone to say no. He stood up, his mind quickly searching for the best way to slip inside of her, to feel her heat on him once more. He stood her up, pressing her back against the shower wall. Using his strength he picked her up, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. He kissed her passionately, Buffy's arms gripping around his slick body as she put her soul into him.

He slid into her with ease, bringing her pelvis down on his erection, hissing as her body struggled to mold around him. He stilled, waiting for he to adjust to him. Buffy's eyes closed at his intrusion, pain spiking in her blood. It was moments before she opened them, using her leverage on the wall to pull her body away and then back down again, his cock sliding against her walls.

Lindsay took the hint, moving her body up and down, sheathing him self inside of her. They both moaned, the water pattering off of their skin, as they joined. He slammed inside of her more roughly with each thrust, Buffy meeting his pelvis in perfect timing as she brought her body down on him. "Oh God Lindsay…" Buffy panted, her body filling with pleasure. Each stroke, each thrust, each pulse she could feel spreading through out her entire body.

He sped up, his legs aching with pain, his broad muscles flexing in strain as he strived to pleasure both himself and Buffy. Lost in the moment, his mind drifting from the bliss of the small woman in front him, he could think of nothing else but his main goal. Buffy squeezed around him, an internal orgasm triggering itself. She screamed, her head hitting the wall, her fingers nails digging into his back as she bore down, clamping so tightly around him. Lindsay whimpered, his limbs loosing feeling as he could do nothing but moan her name.

With several quick pumps his seed ripped from him, spraying into her. Buffy sighed happily, feeling the thick seamen shoot into her. Then it hit her. Her tired eyes snapping open in shock, her orgasm and arousal quickly fading away. "Oh my god Lindsay!" Buffy cried, hitting him on the shoulder, the water splashing off of is skin.

Lindsay struggled to pay attention, gently placing Buffy back on the slick tiled floor. "Huh… baby…" He whispered, leaning in to steal a kiss.

"Stop that!" Buffy shrieked, panic whaling in her mind. What had they done, better yet what had she done.

Lindsay saw her colorless face, his hand cupping her face compassionately, "What is it my love?" He asked, his eyes locking with hers, confusing making his eyes darken.

"Protection… we didn’t… um… we didn't use a condom… last night, this morning… or just now! You came inside of me twice!" Buffy cried, slinking back against the wall, sliding down the slick surface so she was sitting at the bottom of the shower, water pelting her reddened skin.

Lindsay face fell ashen. "I'm so stupid" Lindsay bent his head, moving to the other side of the shower, his head resting against the tiled his fist closing as he pounded against the wall.

Lindsay heard her small sobs; he turned around, his eyes flickering to the floor. She sat her knees pulled tightly to her chest, her arms securely wrapped around them, as her head pressed into her legs. He sat next to her, pulling her body into his. "Hey don't cry… we'll figure something out. I'm not going any where… what ever happens, we are in it together." He kd hed her head gently, knowing how much worse this was for her.

"I'm only 17 Lindsay… my dad is going to kill me… then you." She said weakly her eyes drawing up to look into his. "What am I gong to do... maybe you were right... I wasn't ready... I should have never..." Buffy trailed off, her mind racing a million miles per minute.

Lindsay's eyes suddenly lit up as he stood suddenly. "Marry me… marry me right now Buffy." Lindsay's stretched towards hers in invitation.

Buffy's shook her head smiling slightly, "What are you talking about Lindsay? I can't marry you. I'm 17! We don't even know if I'll get pregnant." Buffy spoke reasonably, her heart racing at the thought of becoming Mrs. McDonald. Oh yeah her dad was really going to kill her. "What about the morning after pill? Could I take that...?" Buffy asked, hearing Faith say something about her taking it one time after a condom broke.

He kissed her tenderly as he sat next to her, "Ya... I think that would work... we will go to the doctors after we get of the shower." He spoke softly, his heart sinking slightly, would a baby be so bad, would Buffy becoming his wife be wrong? He chided him self, 'Of course it would be wrong you asshole, shes 17!'

"No matter what happens... we'll get through it, but in the mean time… I think we should use condoms…" His eyes got bright at the thought of him sinking into her agahe whe wouldn't marry her now, but one she would be his wife.

Buffy smiled feeling him stiffen against her leg. "So… does this full service shower include you drying me off and carrying me into bed... I mean it hasn't been 24 hours yet has it?" Buffy's eyebrows rose, as she kissed his lips softly.

"Oh, I can do better than that." Lindsay laughed, as she squealed in delight, his strong arms picking her up.

The End… for now…