A Moments... Series

Title: A Moments Separation
By: Dani
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Feedback to: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: B/Linds
Summary: This is set three weeks after "A Moments Insanity". Hank finally comes home to collect his dear daughter. What does this mean for Lindsay and Buffy?


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A Moments Separation (1/1)


"Buffy..." Lindsay spoke softly, her name rolling off of his tongue as he looked deeply into her bemused eyes, her soul looking lost.

Buffy nodded her head slowly, her body pressed flush against him as they lay on their sides looking at one another.

"It wont be for very long sweetheart..." His voice was gloomy, his words regretfully coming out of his mouth. A comforting hand slowly trailed on her back, his fingers tracing the bones of her spine, making her body quake.

Her eyes welled with tears, her green orbs drowning in anguish. "When am I going to get to see you again? Talk to you?" She asked, her lower lip trembling.

They both knew this day would come, the day that would rip there joined souls apart, the day Buffy's father returned home.

"I don't know... If I get promoted to VP of the division... I don't know." He told her honestly, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, his thumb gently wiping the tears that rolled from her eyes. It wasn't uncommon for VP's to sleep in their office at times.

"I can't sleep with out you Lindsay? School starts next week and what am I going to do? You can't come over the house; I have no way of coming over here? What is he going to think when you call the house?" Her young heart was shattering, thall all fragments imbedding themselves in the strong muscle, making it painful every time she breathed.

"Shush..." He whispered, his eyes rapidly searching hers, "We have 3 hours until Hank gets here, I will see you," he gently kissed her lips, only applying the faintest of pressure, "I will kiss you," he tenderly slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting the salty tears that still cascaded down her face, "I will make love to you." He ended, pushing her body so that she was flat on her back, draping his own over hers.

Buffy was overwhelmed by the feelings surging in herst, st, in her stomach, in her hands. The feel of his smooth broad skin as she slowly slid them over his back and shoulders, the feel of his warm tongue softly bating with hers, tenderly stroking the insides of her mouth. Her tears never ceased, her normally emerald depths tinged with red streaks.

Lindsay never lost hold of his love, his hands easily supporting her, his finger tips seeming to touch every inch of her at once, her flesh molding into his every caress with a breathy moan. He sheathed himself inside of her core, the ambrosia liquid coating his engorged flesh, pulling it inside of her depths.

Buffy cried out, the simple joining of their heated bodies enough to careen her over the edge, to make her heart whimper, and to make the remnants of her single soul eviscerate until only their combined one remained, two halves of a hole seeking solace in each other.

Lindsay made sweet love to her body, his thrusts so gently antagonizing it had them both whimpering in pleasure. He moved slowly, like they were the only two that remained on the earth, like they had all the time in the world. Lindsay savored the feel of her sobbing depths pulsating around him so hard that he feared of his release, feared the tearing of his seed, afraid he wouldn't remember.

He worshiped her body for two long hours, the minutes of time stretching into infinity. The lovers wrestled in limbs and arms, as he thrust and sore ore down against him. Their bodies were covered in sweat, the friction from their mating against one another over sensitizing their pores. They rolled, and pushed, and pulled, Lindsay on top, Lindsay on bottom, their motions so fluidly flawless nether noticed the change in positions.

Lindsay's body was aching, his balls wrenching in protest as he was brought to the edge of his peak over and over, but not releasing. He wanted to savor the moment until the last possible moment when he could come inside of her.

Buffy's entire body was painted a dark bronzing red, her tanned skin speckling with fever. She came over and over as they lost their divinity in each other, her breath was shallow, yet her hands were still itching for more, like a drug addict she craved his touch until it would kill her. She craved the hardness that stroked and pampered every single molecule in her womb; she craved him.

Rolling Buffy underneath him once again, he drove into her with intensity, his body numb with the protest of their actions. He shook, his eyes beginning to fade into the black of night as he finally released the clamp on his orgasm, it hitting him so powerfully hard he had to burry his head in the crook of Buffy's neck, tears gently streaming from his glassy eyes as his whole body quivered with the purest of bliss.

Buffy smiled, sated and in aw as she lay under him, feeling his moist tears on her already wet skin. rubbrubbed his back, his shaking body clinging to hers for dear life, like a dying man starving with a glimmer of a life that once was, what wouldn't be. Buffy closed her eyes trying to memorize this moment, trying to etch the perfection into her brain. The feel of his heavy skin, the feel of his shaft still pressed inside of her, the feel of the love that he gave her just by holding her in his arms.

"I love you." He said tenderly, pulling their bodies to the side as to not crush her any longer. "I love you so much it hurts, its physically painful. I'll find away for us to be together."

Buffy nodded, "I love you just as much. And I trust you." She said kissing his lips as they once again lost them selves in each other's eyes.

Lindsay sighed, wanting to hold her longer, but knowing that they only had 45 minutes until Hank stole the one thing precious to him. "You dad's going to be here soon. We should shower, make love, and they get out of the shower so you can get ready." He smiled at her, his tired eyes sparkling with his adoration.

"Again Lindsay... I don't know if I can, and I certainly don't see how you can." She smirked, playfully kissing his lips, nibbling on the swollen flesh. By looking at his contented face, and knowing if she looked only half as bad as him, her father was definitely going to know something was up.

"We need to go de-sexify our selves. You look like you just spent two hours making love, and I know I probably look worse. My dad is soooo gonna know something is different. I'm thinking a very cold shower." Buffy achingly got out of bed, hissing as her sex rubbed against her thighs.

"De-sexify? I don't think that's a word darling, and trust me, you look you've been fucked 10 times to sundown and back." He joked, kissine sme small of her back as she stood. He looked admiringly at her apple behind, the twin dimples right before her ass, begging him to touch them.

"Arrrrrr..." He groaned, snapping his hand away from her body, "maybe you should take a shower first, I can't control my self." He smirked sheepishly as he pulled her body back down on the bed, next to him and started peppering her collarbones with kisses.

Buffy laughed, her smile contagiously infectious as Lindsay grinned against her skin. "Maybe I should take my own shower...or," Buffy paused, "You can shower with me, if you promise to be a good boy and wash my hair?" She said hopefully, wanting to enjoy one last shower with her lover.

"Alright, I'll try to be good, but I can't make promises." He pulled her up from the mattress.

****

Buffy twitched nervously, her finger coiling around her drying hair. She smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles in her long sundress, her whole body tense.

"Relax baby. He's going to know that something is wrong if you keep acting like that. Just re..." Lindsay was cut off by the loud buzzer; the sound far from music to his ears. He pressed his lips harshly to hers in one last kiss before he made his way to the door.

He breathed deeply, his hand twisting the knob and pulling. There stood Hank Summers, his nemesis. He was tall, dark sandy blonde hair, piercing green eyes, an impeccable black Italian silk suit, and a leather briefcase held securely at his side. His thin lips curved into a smile, as he walked into the house not even letting Lindsay get in a word.

"My baby girl!" He yelled, swooping Buffy into his arms with gumption, his body squeezing hers.

Buffy smiled, really she was happy to see her father, but having to leave Lindsay was far too great of a sacrifice. "Daddy." She said in a false bravado, her small hands hugging him back.

Hank slowly pulled away, taking Buffy's hands in his own as he stepped back holding her arms out as he visually inspe her her for damage. Both Lindsay and Buffy gulped in their throats, Buffy's additional orgasm in the shower doing nothing to "de-sexify" her.

"You look beautiful Buffy, theirs an extra twinkle in your eye, your skin, you look simply radiant. Way too thin and a little flushed but still radiant." He said proudly, giving her a small kiss on her cheek.

Buffy sighed, "I'm happy your home, don't I look happy." She murmured, as Hank shifted his attentions to his associate.

"Well Lindsay I can see you took good care of my daughter, you don't know how much that means to me. I wanted to wait until I could tell you in person, but I've decided, you are the man for the Vice President position. You should feel honored Lindsay, your only 27 and you worked damn hard. I only heard about what a fine job you did taking care of business while I was out." Hank shook his hand firmly, giving Lindsay his own proud look. He had come to look at the young man as his son over the years they worked together.

Lindsay gave him a smile, their hands still shaking together. "I wont let you down sir." He didn't feel the way he should, he was getting an opportunity of a lifetime, what he had dreamed about since the first day in he set foot into his pre-law class. He looked towards Buffy, seeing her face scrunching as her nose wiggled, her eyes trying to hold her tears at bay. They both knew what this promotionnt, nt, even less time with each other.

"Well Buffy you ready to go? I have a car waiting for us down stairs; I'll send someone to gather your things. I'm looking forward to catching up with you, I want to hear all the details on how you spent your summer." He smiled putting his arm around her shoulder and forcing her body to his side.

Lindsay smiled sarcastically, as him and Buffy exchanged a brief look. "Umm... well Lindsay, thank you for having me here this summer. I'm gonna miss not having you around." She said as she went to give him a hug, Hank barely letting her out of his grasp.

She stood on the tips of her toes, pressing a soft lingering kiss to his cheek, then releasing her self, her body threatening to break from his touch.

"The pleasure was all mine Buffy, your welcome here anytime you'd like. You know if you dad is too hard on you and you just need to loose your self somewhere." He said, his face tingling with her kiss.

Buffy walked out first, tears starting to gently fall from her mossy depths as Hank lagged behind, "I think she's a little enamored with you." He said smiling, "Kids!" He laughed as he walked at the door.

Lindsay stood out side of the door, watching as Buffy walked down the hallway and out of his life. He shut the door when she was finally out of site. He frowned reaching for the phone and fingering over the numbers as he sat on the couch, waiting.

Buffy was almost to her house, the house she had not even thought of in months. It was overly large, too many rooms and not enough peo Th The emptiness made her lonely, made her sad, made her miss her mother. Hank, looked at her with love, wondering why she had such a sad look on her face.

Buffy put on a smile, knowing that he was watching her, decoding her thoughts as she sat there in silence. A small ringing sound started chirping in the car, and Buffy was gratefully. Maybe with her dad on the phone he would stop analyzing her. The ringing continued and looklooked at dad, her eyes questioning him.

"That's not my phone, I think its yours. Since when have you had a cell phone?" He asked, his face scrunching in confusion.

Buffy reached inside her purse, looking for the unknown object and smiling in realization as she picked it up. She gave her dad an apologetic smile as she flipped the tiny silver object open awkwardly.

"Hello." She said knowingly, surely Lindsay must have slipped the small gift into her purse some time that morning.

"I love you." He said softly, leaning back on the couch as her small 'hello' comforted him.

Hank looked at her curious.

Her smile increased ten-fold, "Hey." She said, swooning from his voice. She felt so silly, they had spent time a part before, but she knew every night he would be there, wrapping himself around her body.

"I just wanted to hear your voice. I'll figure something out Buffy... we wont be apart long, I promise. You can call me anytime, day or night." He said knowing she didn't have liberty to talk.

"That sounds good Willow, I'll call you later, and I love you too." She smiled snapping the clam style phone shut.

Hank relaxed a little bit in his seat, "When did you get that?" He asked, interrogatingly.

"Umm... well Lindsay wanted to be able to keep track of me, and wanted me to be able to call him if I was out and in trouble." She made up, thinking on the spur of the moment.

"Smart man." Hank smiled.

*****

The next three weeks ticked by so slowly, Lindsay and Buffy barely finding the time between his extremely long hours at the office, and her busy schedule with school and homework to talk, let alone see each other. It had been 21 days. Buffy watched the clock with daggers in her eyes, willing it to just blow up so she could run out of class.

Lindsay had rearranged his schedule, and Buffy had told Hank that she was going to a study group at Willow's house, where she would spending the night, and going to school with her the next morning.

"B... calm down." Faith said, watching her friend literally chomping at the bits.

"Calm down! How can I calm down... its been three weeks Faith... I'm dying!" She yelled, causing everyone to turn and look at her.

"Is there a problem Ms. Summers?" The blonde headed teacher asked, his bright blue eyes settling on Buffy. He had been looking at her from the first day of class, ogling was really the better term.

She shook her head and slumped back into her seat, "No, Mr. Finn... just... umm... personal issues." She said making Faith laugh.

Riley shook his head, smiling fondly before trying to mask his emotions.

Buffy lowered her voice, "Its so bad Faith... I was in the shower this morning and I almost passed out! When the water ran down my skin..." She lowered her voice further, "I came just from the fucking water, I didn't even touch my self! I need him so bad..." Buffy whined, banging her head several times against the desk in frustration.

Faith couldn't contain the laughter that she felt bubbling up out of her gut. Riley was watching Buffy closely, reading her lips as she spoke at tone way to soft to hear. The only words he was able to make out were, came, shower, fucking, touch my self. He felt his body tighten, his eyes clouding with lust.

"Shut up Faith it's not funny! He's got me addicted..." She hit her friend playfully on the arm, happy that she had someone to talk to. She loved Willow, but she just wouldn't understand.

The bell rang loudly and Buffy's eyes lit up. She gathered her things and pulled Faith up to her feet. "Come on, hurry!" She yelled, pushing her friend towards the front of the class.

Right as she got to the door, she heard a voice behind her, "Ms. Summers... do you have second? Mind if I walk with you?" He said smoothly, pushing the floppy locks of his hair out of his eyes as he stood at his full 6'1 height.

Buffy groaned audibly before putting a fake smile on her face and turning around. "Sure." Her voice held a questioning tone as she watched Faith roll her eyes and walk down the hall by herself.

"Well I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help you... or if you need anyone to talk to you... you seem pretty distracted lately." He said, his breath coming out closer than she would have liked, and not close enough in his opinion.

"Um... I'm fine really." She said, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the way he was looking at her, the sexual hint that was buried in his tone.

Lindsay was almost giddy, his smile so big it was blinding. He waited for her, his back pressed against the new, and very expensive Mercedes that he got as a perk with his promotion. He watched as the young adults flooded from the building, some giving him curious looks, other's approving. He had not had time to change; he came straight from the office. He wore black dress pants, tailored to fit his legs and ass, and a dark blue button down dress shirt, the cuff's slightly rolled up his sleeves and his tie removed, the first couple of buttons undone for his comfort.

The brunette let her mouth fall open, her eyes racking up and down his GQ look, his dark brown hair frosted in natural blonde highlights. Her mouth was agape, "Who is that salty goodness?" Cordelia asked smacking her lips. She could see the blue of his eyes from where she stood, his broad chest filling out his soft shirt.

The ditzy blonde beside her laughed, fake and shallow, as she twisted her hair around her finger. "Tell me about it. He's hot."

Lindsay was on the verge of insanity when he saw her, his golden goddess finally emerging from the building. His heart sped up in his chest, his lungs caving in as he looked at the beauty she presented. She was wearing a short black skirt, her legs deliciously toned and long. On the top she wore a dark red sweater, which brought out the golden hues in her skin. Her tiny feet were covered in strapy sandals, which accented her calves and made his mouth water at the thought of his lips against her skin. He slowly racked his gaze back up her long legs, to her muscular thighs, and then to the goon hovering by her side.

"Ummm... Riley... It's been nice talking to you, but my boyfriend is waiting for me." She tried to say politely, stumbling over his name after he had insisted that she call him that.

"Oh, okay." He said sadly, looking at her with longing in his eyes.

Buffy gave him an apologetic smile, before she searched for her lover. Her eyes got huge as she spotted him almost immediately. He stood out in the crowd, his car, his suit, the way he was casually leaning back against the hard surface. She squealed, running over to him, thinking that she had never seen anyone as handsome.

Lindsay watched with caution as Buffy ignored her suitor, his gaze settling dejectedly on her as he watched her run over to where he was standing. He shook it out of his head, as he walked the short distance to where Buffy was flinging her self in his arms.

"LINDSAY!" She yelled into his ear as he swooped her up, spinning her around several times, the feel of her body against like the missing piece of his puzzled life. He kissed her roughly, no finesse, just the need to feel her again. fy mfy moaned appreciating the gesture as she kissed him with equal fervor, several mouths dropping open, including Riley, at the couple full on making out in the parking lot, the back of his hands buried up the back of her shirt, his bare hands on her heated skin.

"I missed you so much baby." He said setting her back down on the ground, her legs shaky. "God I love you." He said again kissing her again, this time a bit more gen Th The feel of her tongue in his mouth, the taste of her candy-coated breath, was making him weak and light headed. He slowly broke the kiss, ignoring the stares they were getting. This probably wasn't the best place to be making out with her, in front of several hundred students and a dozen teachers all probably ready to report him.

He opened the car door, making sure she was in, before closing it. He walked with and extra spring his step, as he went to the other side of the car, a sloppy grin adorning his tanned face.

"That is soooo unfair. How does she rank anyways?" Cordelia scoffed as her and Harmony walked snootily down the stairs. "I mean she has no fashion sense at all!"

Riley watched the whole scene unfold, the kissing, the hugging, the minor groping as he watched in envy at the way his hands slid dangerously low on her back. He wondered how old that guy was, not getting a really good look at him from his far away spot. He sighed, walking back into the building. He would try to catch Buffy on her way in to school. Every morning a sleek Lincoln Town car would drop her off.

*****

As soon as the doors shut, the tinted windows sheltering them from prying eyes, they attacked each other with fury. His lips were all over her face and neck, his hand sliding on her bare thigh as she ran her hand down his chest, settling on the very large swollen flesh of his crotch.

He moaned into her mouth, feeling her hand stroke his length, feeling her legs quiver under his touch. Their teeth collided as they kissed passionately. Lindsay slowly broke away; forcing his self off of her, forcing the hand was almost to her sex to move away. "We can't do this here." He said as he sucked harshly on her neck, biting the skin as he spoke, he was going to mark her a thousand times if that was what it took for people to stop gaping at her.

"Your right we can't, not here." Buffy said moaning as she leaned into him, stroking him harder and urging his hand to continue exploring her nether regions.

Buffy stopped, smiling a cute half smile that made Lindsay's heart melt. She pulled all of her parts on her side of the car, and placed his on his side. "Drive quickly."

Lindsay screeched out of the parking lot, the powerful motor lunging the vehicle to illegal speeds as he only half concentrated on driving. Soon they were on the highway, they made smallk, nk, neither really wanting to talk. Buffy scooted her body closer to his, laying her head on his shoulder as his arm came around to hold her closer.

"I missed you so much Lindsay. I can't believe it's been 3 weeks." She said, as her hand not so innocently began stroking his leg through the thin material of his pants.

Lindsay gulped, his skin flushing from her touch. "I know baby me too. Things will slow down with work." His eyes shut softly as her small fingers gently moved over to his groin, stroking his length softly, like a whisper.

He snapped his eyes back open, quickly scanning the road, and then shooting Buffy an evil glair. "How do you expect me to get us their in one piece, when your doing that?" He asked, his breath hitching over certain words as she felt her tug on his zipper. "Buffy what are you doing?" He asked, his knuckles turning white from the grip on the steering wheel.

Buffy looked at him innocently, leaning over further to press her soft breasts against his arm, her warm breath panting on his cheek as she gently kissed him, only applying the faintest of pressure with her lips. With one hand she had managed to fully unzip his pants, and pull his large member out of the slit. Lindsay groaned feeling her hand grip his flesh.

Buffy smiled wickedly, her body slowly moving down his chest as she maneuvered her self so her mouth was blowing on his sensitive arousal. Before he could protest, her mouth enveloped him, her pink tongue swirling around his tip as she sucked him further into her mouth.

"Oh God." He moaned, his eyes shutting from the divine feeling of her around him, the way she used her hand simultaneously with her mouth to pump him harder and faster. He didn't know if it was just him, or maybe the total lack of sex, but Buffy seemed to have gotten better at this act, not that she wasn't amazing before. A faint thought of her practicing on someone else made him growl, his eyes snapping open to survey the empty road, which he was immensely thankful for.

Buffy was oblivious, concentrating hard on her task at hand, trying to remember the few pointers that Faith had told her to try. She relaxed her throat, swallowing as his length slid further into her mouth. Buffy smiled around him as she heard his sharp intake of breath, his hands gripping tighter at the wheel. She feared briefly that he would tear it off.

Lindsay couldn't take it any longer, his need to claim her too great, the thought of another man making him seethe with anger. Had she cheated on him, was it the blonde who had walked her out side? He pulled sharply off the side of the road, bringing the car to a screeching halt. Buffy stopped her ministrations briefly, wondering why he had stopped.

Lindsay shut off the car, and reclined his seat, bringing the leather chair as far back as he could. Buffy redoubled her efforts, her teeth gently nibbling at his hard skin, her tongue and hand moving over his shaft. Lindsay pulled her body up, forcing her mouth off his slick member. With out speaking he guided her body over on to his lap, carefully making sure that her legs weren't hitting anything.

Buffy looked at him curiously, before his hand snaked up and under her skirt. Buffy smiled as she rubbed her self against his bare erection, her juices soaking through the thin fabric. Buffy could feel her self on the edge, just the thought of him pounding inside of her enough to make her cum.

Lindsay ripped at her thong, the flimsy material tearing. He ignored Buffy's shriek of shock. He gripped at her head, forcing their faces together, as he shoved his tongue in her mouth dominantly. Buffy moaned, his hand on the back of her neck, his tongue pushing inside of her warm crevasse. His other hand was gliding over her legs and thighs, his fingers brushing over her seeping depths. Using two fingers he inserted them with out warning, stretching her muscles around him.

She cried out softly into his mouth, her body automatically beginning to ride his hand. She could feel his length beneath her, every time she brought her self down on his hand, his erection rubbed against her clit. She was writhing on top of him, her mouth still plundering his.

As quickly as he entered his hand inside of her, it was gone, his burgeoning rod positioned at her entrance in replacement. Buffy pulled her mouth away from his, and looking deep into his eyes, she lowered her self, feeling her insides splitting from his girth. It had been three long weeks and her muscles had rapidly closed.

Lindsay watched through heavily hooded eyes, her teeth biting into her lower lip as she slid slowly down his shaft, encasing his entire length inside of her. He felt momentarily like a jackass for even thinking that Buffy could be with another man. "I love you baby." He said tenderly, slowing their frantic actions. He could hardly think with her pulsating around him, her soft spongy muscles quivering.

"I love you too." Buffy moaned out, as she began slowly riding him, her hips dragging back and forth at a steady slow speed.

They both closed their eyes, there souls flooding against one another as they joined. They took there time, Buffy's hands propped on his clothed shoulders to support her self. They were lost in the sensations, the pleasure, in the comfort.

The lone black car slowly rocked back and forth on the side of the highway as the two lovers reclaimed each other, their screams of release echoing in the valley.

The End.

What will happen next???