A Moments... Series

Title: A Moments Insanity
By: Dani
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Feedback to: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: B/Linds
Summary: This story is set right after "A Moments Passions." 6th in the series. Our lovebirds get in their first argument.


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A Moments Insanity (1/1)


"Buffy..." Lindsay groaned, breaking his lips away from hers, only to be pulled back again. "I gotta get the door... they're here... and you need to stay in your room. I won't have them leering at you." He managed to get out between kisses.


Buffy pouted, her eyes dark with arousal. "No fair Lindsay... you get me all hot and now your leaving. Just like that," She whined, suggestively running nd dnd down the middle of her bare chest.


Lindsay ignored the door for just a second longer, attacking her breast with his mouth, swirling the erect bud in this mouth as he gently nipped at it. Buffy moaned long and deep, her hands traveling over the soft fabric of his shirt. He released her areola with a pop, as he some how managed to stand and walk backwards towards the door.


"In the bedroom. Now!" he ordered, his eyes slowly raking up and down her beautifully aroused and swollen body.


"I'll be right there!" Lindsay yelled to the group of men he knew was standing impatiently outside of the door.


Bufave ave him her best puppy dog look, her eyes pleading with him to tell them all to go away. He gave her his own look, his beautiful eyes looking from her to the bedroom. "Now." He tried to keep his face straight, but couldn't help the small smile that pulled at his lips.


"Fine... I'll just have to go take care of my proble mys myself," she said, winking as she stood, her hands slowly traveling down her sch, ch, caressing her body. Lindsay groaned; she really was trying to kill him.


Lindsay hung his head, watching as she bounced happily to her room, her shirt held tightly in her hands.


Lindsay opened the door to three extremely mad faces, "Sorry..." he apologized, waving them all in. "I had to... umm... clean up a bit," Lindsay said, wondering how lame he sounded.


"Ya sure..." They all said in unison as the filed in, the last guy holding a 12 pack and a stack of files.

****

Almost three hours later, and all Lindsay could think about was Buffy's tiny hands traveling the length of her body, her fingers pumping into herself as she moaned and writhed on the bed, calling out his name as she came.


"McDonald!" One of the guys yelled, waving his hand in front of his face, "You're drooling on the files!" he bellowed, snatching away the documents. The two other men laughed.


Lindsay smiled, desperately trying to think of anything except Buffy, who was in the next room, probably still naked. Okay...new thought, he mused, shaking his head. "I don't drool." He took a swig of the beer, setting the glass back onto the table as he surveyed the progress that they had made.


"So...who is she?" One of the guys asked, peaking thher her men's curiosity.


"Who is who?" Lindsay asked, taking a longer swig of the cool liquid.


"The girl you're sticking it to... she must be something..." All three smiled; they had all wanted to ask that question for the past month.


"Speaking of some girl... where would little Ms. Summers be? God, did you see her the last time she came into the office... HOT!" One of the men said, getting an approving grunt from the other two.


"She's definitely one I'd like to fuck."


Lindsay ground his teeth together; "You should shut your mouth now before I kick your teeth in. No one is touching Buffy. Looking at Buffy. Or talking about Buffy." Lindsay gave them all harsh stares, and then realized he sounded like a jealous husband. "Its Hank's daughter," He added. "You guys can talk about anything but her. She stays out of the locker room."


"All right! Chill man! Just a comment...she's beautiful in that innocent...I can't wait be fucked sorta way. That's all," the man said, lifting his hands in the air.


Lindsay went to lean across the table, his eyes growing red. "Just kidding... I'll stop. Don't see why you're getting so bent out of shape," he added, quickly backing away from Lindsay's grasp.


"Speaking of locker rooms... not that we look at you when you change at the gym... but you sure doe a e a nasty set of claw marks on your back. So, who are you fucking, and can I borrow them next?" They all chuckled.


Lindsay groaned. Oh those claw marks? "No one is borrowing anyone. It's just a girl... doesn't matter who it is," Lindsay said, finishing the last foamy drops of beer.


Buffy slowly woke up, a smile playing on her lips. She lazily got up, slipping a shirt over her head. Yawning, she wondered if everyone was still out in the living room. She pulled a pair of shorts on, and made her way to her door. What she heard next made her tiptoe down the hallway. She knew she shouldn't listen, but she couldn't help it.


"Its Darla huh... your fucking the hot blonde that's all over your nuts?"


They all perked up at the thought of Darla Roberts.


"Whoa! No one said anything about Darla," Lindsay corrected.


"Come on... you're telling me you haven't not once thought about her lips around your dick? I mean, she runs our our every beck and call. There isn't any one-on-one action going on?"


Buffy held her breath; afraid of the answer he was about to give.


"If you guys must know," Lindsay sighed, "and since I can see you won't just drop it." Lindsay shut his eyes, thanking the gods that Buffy was in the other room. "I fucked her before she started up at Wolfram & Hart. She's sexy as hell, and a good way to pass time," Lindsay finished, hoping they would all just stop with his sex life.


"Soooo that is what you two are doing in there all night?? The claw marks, the goofy grins...It all makes sense now." They all high fived, living vicariously through the young man's life.


"So tell us, where's the last place you gave it to her? We want details?" They all nodded.


"Don't you guys ever shut up? If I tell, will you just drop it?" They all nodded. "On my desk. Just the other night. She's limber, very inventive, and she can suck the cum out of your cock before you even climax." Lindsay smiled, watching all of their faces light up.


"Not another word. Now get back to work!" Lindsay barked, feeling bad for the lie he'd just told them. What else could he have done? Told them about Buffy and get them both shot?


Buffy's lower lip began to tremble, her gut wrenching; Lindsay had slept with Darla, and from the way it sounded, many, many times. Her eyes began to water, her hand coming up to her mouth to contain the shrill scream that she wanted to let loose. He had cheated on her- after all that bullshit about him loving her. Buffy forgot all about her thirst, afraid if she ate or drank anything she would throw up.


She ran back into her room, her door shaking as she slammed it shut in anger.


The four men looked up at the sound, wondering what Buffy was doing in her room.


Buffy sat on her bed, her knees tucked up against her chest as she sobbed. She felt like such an idiot. She slowly reached for the phone- not wanting to be in the same house as him, wanting to find a way to stab him the heart as he had done her.


She dialed by memory, sniffling back her sobs as she wiped her remaining tears with the sleeve of her shirt, the material darkening with moisture.


"Ford here." Came the masculine voice on the other end.


"Hey Ford, its me Buffy," she said, hoping she didn't sound like she had just been bawling her eyes out a moment ago.


"SUMMERS!" he yelled, his voice conveying his smiling face.


"Hey are you busy? I thought we go out on a date or something..." Buffy said, the wheels in her head already set in motion.


Ford's mouth went slack. Buffy Summers wanted to go out on a date with him? Yeah, he was busy, but he would make time for this. "I'm nosy asy at all. I can come pick you up if you want? Aren't you staying with one of your Dad's grunt employee's or something?"


"Ya, something like that. Can you come get me say... like... now?" she asked, standing to pilfer through her closet. She needed something sexy- something that would make Lindsay faint if she left the house in it.


"Ya, sure. I can be there in about 20 minutes. You got directions?" he asked as he rummaged through his own clothes, trying to find the perfect thing to woo her. He had liked Buffy for years, and he wasn't going to blow his one chance with her.


"Great..." Buffy said before she rambled off the best and quickest way for him to come pick her up.

****

Lindsay was deep in conversation; the group firing off ideas for the new case that they were all involved in. Some guy murdered his girlfriend's lover, and was trying to claim he was temporally insane due to jealousy. The doorbell rang loudly, interrupting his train of thought.


He kept on talking, look back towards the hallway, wondering if Buffy was going to get it. Ford stood uncomfortably on the other end, looking down the long hallway taking in the expensive decor.


The bell rang once more, and Lindsay groaned, getting up from his seat. He surely wasn't expecting anyone, so it must be for Buffy. He smiled, thinking how bored she must be cooped up in her room. He only wished he was in there with her; he was sure he could find something to entertain her.


Lindsay opened the door, expecting Willow or Faith. His smiled quickly faded as the young man turned to face the door. Lindsay took in his appearance- his dark baggy jeans, his crisp button down shirt, and his slicked back hair. He looked like a nervous wreck. He was fidgeting and wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. He looked like a guy going on his first date. Lindsay shook his head, knowing the guy must have had the wrong apartment.


"Um... Is Buffy here? I'm supposed to pick her up for our date," he said, extending his hand. "I'm Ford. Well...Billy Fordham, but everyone calls me Ford," he rambled, his hand just hanging in the air.


Lindsay's face went slack. Buffy's date? As in his girlfriend's date? He could feel his blood begin to race, his own palms starting to itch with fury. He went to open his mouth, a few million choice words coming to mind, when Buffy emerged from behind him.


A low whistle chimed from the men sitting at the table, as they took in Buffy's appearance. She was wearing skin-tight black leather pants, the back dipping so low that they could see the sensual lines of her lower back and the strings of her thong that were just barely visible. On the top, she wore a crimson red halter, her tanned back exposed, and her firm breasts pushing out the front. She had her hair pinned up in a clip; the blonde strands messily falling around her head.


"Its not very polite to let my date wait in the hallway," Buffy said snidely, her lips painted in dark red lipstick.


Lindsay's mouth fell open, his bottom lip almost literally dragging on the ground. He could feel his dick harden immediately, his pulse quicken and his throat go totally dry. She was going where? With whom? Dressed like that? Not over his still warm dead body.


"You know Buffy... you should just let the boy go home, and come out with a real man like me." One of the men offered, standing to bow at her feet.


Lindsay's head shot up, throwing daggers at the man. He quickly sat down, laughing slightly to himself at Lindsay's reaction; he was either taking his role as a father figure very seriously or had some serious jealousy issues going on.


"You aren't going anywhere. Especially on a date." His words were harshly drawn out, "With. That. Guy."


He moved to walk to her, leaving a very confused Ford standing in the hallway. He was debating on walking into the house and getting pummeled by the older guy who looked like he was about to kill him, or just wait for Buffy to come out. He chose the latter.


"Like hell I'm not!" Buffy shouted, trying her best not let her tears fall. The only thing she could see was Darla tied up in the same silk scarfs that she had been the previous day.


"Like hell are you leaving this God damned house!" He stepped closer grabbing her arm.


She quickly shook his hands off of her and walked towards the door, her body beginning to tremble. She needed to get out of there, and quickly. "You're not my father or my boyfriend. So get the fuck off of me!" she hissed, narrowing her eyes. "And by the way... Darla called. She said she'd 'love for you to fuck her on your desk again'." Buffy quoted the same words he had used to brag to his work buddies.


The guys in the back looked at each other, amused by Buffy's behavior. She was just like her father; the spitfire attitude making everyone around her wince.


Lindsay's mouth fell open. This is what this was about? She must have heard him. "Can I please have a word with you? Outside." Lindsay's jaw was clenched, as he grabbed arm arm once more, this time roughly.


Ford opened his mouth to save Buffy, to help her from getting yelled at, but was shut up as Lindsay pushed her towards the door, almost making them collide. Lindsay slammed the front door shut, effectively blocking the sound from his co-workers inside.


As soon as they were outside, Buffy got her arm free, and rubbed it lightly, her anger eyes boring holes into Lindsay's. She never even noticed that she had not even acknowledged Ford's presence.


"What in the hell is your problem, Buffy!" Lindsay yelled, the thought of her getting anywhere near the pubescent boy making his skin crawl, she was his and his alone. Was this her reaction to think that he had been with another, to just find the first guy that she could?


"My problem!" Buffy screamed. "I'm not the one fucking me one night, and then Darla the next! You lied to me Lindsay. You don't love me. You just love what I can do for you!" Buffy screamed hoarsely, her tears finally flowing from her eyes, her body shaking with anger, love and jealousy.


Ford's mouth dropped open. Buffy was having sex with the guy in front of her? That really wasn't the girl that he remembered.


"Is that what you think, Buffy!" He shoved her body back against the wall as he covered his body with hers. Slamming his mouth against hers, fighting way way inside of her mouth with his tongue as he kissed her, the need to feel her against him overwhelming. Buffy fought against him, biting his tongue to get him off of her.


"I didn't fuck Darla, Buffy. Not while we were together. I slept with her a couple of times before you even came to stay with me. I met her at a bar... and I was lonely... and..." Lindsay stopped, stroking Buffy's tear-stained face, her emerald eyes still full of distrust.


A door cracked open; an old woman inspecting the area for what was the cause of the yelling she'd heard. "Is there a problem, missy?" she asked, looking at Buffy's wet-streaked face and the resident that she recognized holding her against the wall.


"Mind your business. There is nothing wrong. Just a lovers quarrel," Lindsay yelled, his eyes never leaving Buffy's. He let out an angry breath as he heard the door slam shut.


"Um... excuse me. Buffy? Are we going on a date?" Ford asked awkwardly, shifting from one foot to the next. He could feel the passion between them, and why exactly Buffy had called him in the first place was starting to stress his mind in wonder.


Lindsay turned around, his mouth opened to talk to Buffy, but changed mid-course. "You aren't going anywhere with my girlfriend. Get out of here before I castrate you..." Lindsay growled, his palms flexing in order to resist the urge to rip out the young boys throat. He now saw how one could murder one in a fit of insanity- because he was close to doing so and the boy had not even touched Buffy.


Ford said nothing, and turned to walk down the hall, his feet shaking in his boots. He had no idea what was going on, but he didn't want to be in the middle.


"Buffy, I love you. God, I love you so much. I lied to them... I had to tell them something. I figured anything was better than the truth. Yeah guys, I've been having sex with Hank's daughter. And by the way, she's only 17. They wouldn't stop talking about Darla, and anything was better then them talking about you." Lindsay paused, looking deep into her eyes, "I had no idea you would be listening, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Darla before..."


Buffy shook out of his hold, not wanting to be close to him. His mere presence was making her body weak, her legs shake, the feel of his tongue still fresh in her mind. His words made sense, but they didn't help the hole that she felt in her gut. She didn't know if she should believe him.


"What am I supposed to believe Lindsay? You already screwed her, and she calls here like everyday! You've been working long hours all week. You didn't even want to touch me when you got home," Buffy cried, pleading her case to him.


"Baby..." Lindsay cooed, not letting her leave the inner circle of his arms. "I swear there has been no one else. I was working late last week trying to catch up for when Hank comes back. I was just tired. And what about yesterday? I think I touched every single inch of your body?" Lindsay smiled at the thought, the picture still fresh in his mind of her nude body strapped to his bed.


Buffy blushed slightly, sniffling back her sobs.


"Come back inside... and I will show you some more just how much I love you. I'll show you until dawn if I have to." He kissed her tenderly, wiping the tears from her face, and then the lipstick from his mouth.


Buffy nodded, not ready to forgive him, but she was starting to feel stupid standing in the hall. Ford was long gone already anyway. She made a note to herself to call and apologize to him tomorrow. Lindsay opened the door, and guided her into the house, the men quickly turning their heads back to the documents in an attempt to pretend that they were working.


Lindsay's hand lingered on her back, the heat making both of them light-headed. Buffy walked past the group and into her bedroom, shutting the door softly.


"Alright. Everyone out!" Lindsay yelled, as he started to re-group the paper work.


"But..." One of the guys said wide-eyed.


"No buts. I need to talk to Hank about Buffy... and we are done for the night. You all know what you need to do. So go do it," Lindsay instructed, as he practically shooed them out the house.


They all looked at one another in confusion, until one of the older men spoke up. "Yeah, my brothers got a teenaged girl at about her age. They can be a handful. You have to practically beat the boys off with a lead pipe," he joked, thinking he understood Lindsay's predicament.


"Yeah... a lead pipe," Lindsay repeated, visually wincing as he wondered if that was what Hank would use on him when he found out.


They all said their goodbyes, and Lindsay sighed as he shut the door, leaning his heated forehead against the door. He had some major making up to do.


He slowly opened up Buffy's door, knocking as the wood pushed open. Buffy sat on her bed, clutching a stuffed pig that she had brought with her. Lindsay looked around the room curiously. He really had not spent much time in here, amazingly enough, she always slept in his bed with him. He smiled at the feminine touches that the room now held, the permanent fragrance of Buffy that he hoped would never go away.


Buffy looked up at him softly, her heart beating faster in her chest. "Lindsay... I believe you about Darla... but I... I don't see why you would want to stay with me? I'm young and stupid and inexperienced. Unlike Darla. How can I compete against that?" she asked, tears watering her vision, causing everything to blur.


Lindsay kneeled in front of the bed, resting between her legs as his palms settled on her thighs. "Buffy... I stay with you because I love you. I have no interest in anyone but you. You make my heart beat a bit faster every time I'm near you, and as for experience... you are by far the best lover that I have ever had. You're caring, loving, expressive, and amazing without even having to try." His hand moved up to thumb away her sadness.


"God Lindsay... I love you so much it hurts. My chest aches... when I heard you slept with Darla... I felt like I was going to throw up. I don't want to loose you, and that scares me. I've never felt this close to any one. Any time I'm away from you, I feel like I'm missing...like my heart is empty," Buffy cried.


Lindsay moved up to the bed, wrapping his arms tightly around her. "And that, Buffy, is exactly how I feel about you." He looked deep into her eyes. "You are so beautiful. The most beautiful creature I've ever seen." He paused. "And I swear, if that boy, or any other boy for that matter, comes near you, I will kill them." He laughed, knowing how his client must have felt right before he stabbed the other man.


Buffy smiled, laughing slightly along with him as she snuggled into his embrace. "Um... so you said something about showing me how much you loved me?" Buffy said hopefully.


Lindsay smiled, his lips slowly dragging across her neck, his tongue gently playing with her skin before he sucked into his mouth. "I believe I said that... and I'll do it all night if that's what it takes," he whispered into her ear, sucking on her earlobe.


Buffy moanedelineling her arousal flush out of her body. "I think it might take all night. I hope you don't have any early meetings..." Buffy grinned, her fingers running through his stubborn locks as she held him to her neck, begging him to kiss her.


Lindsay did just that, peppering soft, loving kisses all over her neck and jaw as he leaned her back on the bed.

The End...For Now :)

I know its not very smutty... but we have many, many more installments to go.