A Moments... Series

Title: A Moments Need
By: Dani
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Feedback to: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: B/Linds
Summary: Okay... this is sometime after "A Moments Separation." This is what happens when you really need something. in in the series... (wow... I'm at 8 already!!??!!)

AN: Okay... thank you all for the feedback that I've gotten... but I really haven't received much the last couple of chapters... I'm getting ready to write the next installment, and the more feedback I get, the more smutty I'll try to make it. I'm open to suggestions, so if you have something you'd like to read, I'd be more than happy to write it.

AN1: This "installment" is dedicated to Kyria.

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A Moments Need (1/1)

Buffy got out of the taxi quickly, slamming to thing metal door behind her. The night air was warm, but the slight breeze that blew over her body chilled at her bare legs and arms. She shivered, her hair danced behind her as she threw the cabbie some money, ignoring his leering look as she quickly jogged up to the huge glass double doors of the law firm. She gripped tightly at the brown paper sack that she held in her hands, smiling at the mere thought of Lindsay.


They had made it a point since there last meeting to spend more time with each other, either he picked her up for lunch, or she snuck out at night to see him. Her father was only mildly aware that Buffy had been acting differently, mostly it was the phone calls he got from angry teachers as Buffy slept through her classes. She lied saying she was having nightmares, and was sleeping fitfully. Hank's solution: sleeping pills that Buffy had promised to take. Buffy smiled, she was far from having nightmares, and would be dammed if she knocked her self out with a tablet.


Buffy wondered how many other people would be there at 1 am in the morning, she knew Lindsay was there from her father and from the voice mail he had left her earlier that night. He had sounded so sad and tired, his gruff voice tickling Buffy's ear, as he whispered sweet nothings onto the message. They were delicious things that he knew would have to wait for another night. He had ended the message with a smile "I love you."


It wasn't long after Buffy had snuck out of her bedroom window, her father's loud snores filtering down the long hallway, letting her knowwas was asleep. She hoped that she would be back before he even switched positions on the bed. She had gotten her routine down, leaving her door slightly cracked to hear his heavy sounds. She would hail a cab, having it meet her just around the corner from her house.


Buffy pushed on the doors, smiling as a pair of surprised eyes greeted her. "Hi Larry." Buffy said shyly as she came to stand in front of the night security guard. She knew most everyone by heart. Buffy had spent a lot of time at the office with her father after her mother had first passed away, the haunting of her mother's face around every corner making her basket case at the young age of 10.


"Why Buffy... what in gods name are you doing here? Hank is long gone, there isn't anyone here except Lindsay." The gentle man smiled at Buffy, his eyes sparkling with happiness. He could hardly believe how much the young woman had grown in the last 7 years.


"Well... ummm... I couldn't sleep, and I knew Lindsay was still here. My dad said it would be nice if I brought him something, so I brought a snack..." Buffy lied while smiling as sweetly as she could, she could see the man looking at her with adoration, eating up every single word she said.


"Well aren't you just the nicest! Lindsay would love a visit. He's been locked up in his office for days!" The man laughed, buzzing the main door open so that Buffy could go up to the upper offices where the important executives sat.


"Thank you." Buffy said, as she ran up the stairs, her skirt fluttering around her legs.


She stood out side of his door, knocking lightly on the hard wood, smiling as she saw his gold pristine nameplate on the door. "Lindsay Mc Donald, Executive Vice President."


Lindsay pinched at the bridge in between his nose and his forehead, the letters in front of him jumbling into nothing. It was just a string of sentences that meant absolutely nothing to him. He looked idly at the clock, groaning when he saw it was just a little bit after one, he put his head against the cool wooden desk, hoping to relieve the ache in his head. It was the soft knock at the door that made his head shoot up in curiosity. Who in the hell would be at Wolfram & Hart at this late/early hour in the night, well besides him?


"Ah... come in?" Lindsay said, standing to greet the other person on the door. Maybe it was security? Lindsay thought as he tried to smooth his appearance.


Buffy smiled, already hearing the questioning tone in his voice, and she could hear the grumpy tiredness as well. She stepped slowly in the office, smiling even brighter at the way his hair was sticking in different directions, his shirt half way unbuttoned and wrinkled. She wondered when the last time he had been home was, or ate for that matter.


"Buffy?" Lindsay perked up, his heart swelling inside at the sight of his beloved. This was the last person he expected, not that he minded of course.


"Hey Linds..." Buffy said shyly, her eyes flickering from the patch of open skin on his chest, to the red blinking light of the in office camera.


Lindsay had almost reached his goal, her lips and her soft body wrapped in his arms, when he got the message. That would have been really bad. It was going to be bad enough when they finally told Hank, but the man didn't need to see them kissing on camera... even though Lindsay highly doubted they would just be kissing in a few minutes. His eyes were slowly racking up and down her legs, her soft skirt resting just below her knees, and her white sheer shirt exposing a glimpse of her bare shoulders.


He winked at her, his face smirking in realization as he strode towards the security device. None to gently he ripped the cable from the wall, the red light flashing in a few last attempts before fading away. "Ahh... that's better, now come here darling." Lindsay said, not really caring why she was there, just that she was. He knew he would have some explaining to do tomorrow, but he would think of something, he always did.


Buffy's smile brightened even further, her small legs taking her to him before he had even started talking. She dropped the small brown sack on the ground, completely forgetting its contents as she wrapped her arms around his neck; his warmth and his smell making her body hum with her need for him.


He kissed her deeply, his hands cupping her face as his tongue plundered her open mouth, their bodies pressed together so that no air could pass between them. Lindsay broke the kiss, his mind dizzy with arousal, and his body hard with need. He gently nibbled on her lip as he released her, smiling as she kept her eyes close, her tongue running over her lips to savor the taste.


Buffy sighed in happiness; this is where she wanted to stay for the rest of her life, in his arms. "Hi." She smeekmeekly, her face already starting to tinge with color as her mossy eyes opened.


"Hi." He said brazenly, pushing her body back towards his desk, his hands cupping the globes of her firm behind. They stopped when her ass hit the edge of the desk and his body pressed into hers. Buffy giggled as he attacked her neck with kisses, his hands running under the material of her shirt, his fingers gently stroking her skin, tickling her senses. They had no need to talk to anymore. They would talk after words, never before. Neither could wait, they just wanted to savor the few moments that they got with each other.


"I brought you a snack... I thought you'd s be be working, and might be hungry... I got your voice mail." Buffy moaned out, his lips kissing down the center of her clothed chest, his straggling facial hair scraping against her skin through the translucent shirt.


"A snack?" Lindsay smiled, his brain only focused on one thing, and that was she. "I'm hungry my love, but not for food..." He whispered seductively as he moved back up to her neck and ears. Buffy grinned like a Cheshire cat.


He kissed her mouth softly, his strong hands sliding up the back of her sheer blouse, his fingers massaging her muscles. The pressure of his hands made her lean forward causing their chests to flush together, her hard nipples digging against his flat ones. Buffy hopped up onto the desk, her arms leveraging her body as she settled in, the cool wood underneath her causing goose pumps to break out all over her body. Lindsay smiled in appreciation at her gesture as he settled in between her spread legs, his mouth never leaving hers as he familiarized him self with every nook and cranny of her mouth.


"Don't you... (pause) have a bed... (pause) in here... (pause) somewhere...?" Buffy asked in between his passionate kisses. It took her at least five minutes to get it out. She started to unbutton his shirt, her eyes getting bigger with each new patch of skin that was visible to her hooded eyes.


Lindsay could feel the heat from her hands, her soft delicate hands which were now caressing his chest, running so gently over his skin he thought he might pass out. "I don't know, I don't care. I want you here, on my desk, right now." He said erotically, his hands working to lift her shirt off of her head.


Buffy agreed, dislodging her hands away from his body only long enough for him to shed her shirt. Buffy moaned loudly as he playfully launched at her bare breast, his need to touch her so adorable it made her stomach twist into knots. Lindsay was eternally gratefully Buffy had been making it a habit to forgo the bra, and just come over partially clad. In the few times that they had been able to sneak away, Lindfounfound, and loved, that she rarely wore panties or bras, knowing that he would just rip them off in order to reclaim what was his.


Buffy wrapped her legs around his slender waist, pulling his erection up against her soaking core, moaning at the contact of the material rubbing against her. She was only wearing a wrap around skirt, which fell down past her knee's the need for underwear a non-issue. "I love you..." Lindsay said against her skin, his hands touching every part of her body at once.


Buffy's head lolled back, his warm mouth covering her hardening nipple, the sensitive bud screaming in bliss as he gently used his teeth to scrap across it, then suck on it. She missed this more than she could say. "God Lindsay... I need you... I can't wait." Buffy whined, wanting to for go any foreplay and just have him sinking inside of her until she couldn't think about the pain of having him away from her.


Lindsay shimmied out of his shirt, the already wrinkled material piling on the ground somewhere behind him. Buffy moaned as he brought his naked skin against hers, there hearts beating heavily in their chests. Buffy could feel it pulsing against her skin, making her own heart beat a bit faster.


Lindsay untied the string on the side of her waist the silky material quickly unraveling until it dropped off her sides, leaving her gloriously golden body nude to his gaze. He practically growled in his throat, the sight of her in front of him, erotically perched on his desk was something he was soon not to forget. "You are so beautiful..." He whispered, his finger trailing along her body, teasing her skin.


"Lindsay..." Buffy whined again, her core already throbbing, her legs slick with the honey that had already leaked out from just the first contact of his lips against hers.


"I know..." He said, chewing on his lower lip as he quickly pulled hist tot to the side, the metal buckle giving way. He backed up slightly, watching as Buffy sat more up right on the desk. She pulled her knees up to her chest as she brought her ass to the edge, and set her feet down on the desk. She was spread open for him, the pink lips of her sex wet and swollen, all for him.


He watched in fascination, licking his thin lips, as she slowly brought her hand down the center of her chest, a single finger stroking her skin as if it was his own. He felt his knees buckle from under him, his head so dizzy he really thought he was going to faint. He took a seat in his oversized leather chair, his pants halfway undone, his hard cock pushing its way out of the parted zipper.


Buffy smiled, feeling his hungry orbs on her body, his eyes following her every movement. Her one finger laid flat as she used her whole hand to stroke down past her belly button, the feel of her own skin making her flesh tingle. She watched the lump in his throat, the way his large shaft buckled as she passed through her short curls. Her pouty lips parted at the first contact of her fingers dragging over her clit, her eyes dark with arousal.


"Oh god baby..." Lindsay moaned, his own mouth parting at the sight of her pleasuring her self, he placed his hands on his thighs; content just to watch her, at least for a little while.


"Um... Lindsay..." She moaned seductively, a single digit rubbing in her wetness, coating it. She slowly pushed it inside of her, a very small substitution for anything he could offer her. She pumped it in and out of her self, feeling her walls tightening around the finger. She added a second digit as her palm began rubbing against her clit making her stomach wrench in pleasure.


Lindsay had had enough, he couldn't stand it; his mind was clouded with her, always her. She was moaning his name as her own fingers delved inside of her. He wanted, no needed, that to be him. He grabbed her wrist to stop her motions, bringing her hand to his mouth quick He He slowly inserted both of her fingers into the warmth of his mouth, his tongue swirling around the digits to suck the ambrosia off. He looked straight into her eyes the whole time, his warm opening softy bathing her.


Buffy came, her body so sensitive that was all that it took, his teeth gently nibbling her fingers. Her body convulsed in waves as she threw her head back, her empty depths pulsing around nothing as she screamed. Lindsay smirked loving every single molecule of the girl in front of him. It was her eyes, her beautiful green eyes that showed the love she harbored for him, or maybe it was her golden locks, which were as soft as silk. He loved that she was trusting, but kept her head on her shoulders. He loved that she could come from him whispering into her ear, from him just telling her all the fantasies that he kept locked in his head with out even having to touch her.


With one hand he pushed the rest of his pants off, and stepped out of the pooling fabric. Before she could even come down from her peak, he had grabbed her sides and pushed his cock inside of her quivering depths. Her eyes shot open, a tinge of pain making her pleasure that much sweeter. Lindsay pumped into her, his grayish blue eyes rolling back at the ultimate heat that surrounded him, milking him, and caressinm. m.


"Lindsay..." Buffy panted, her body moving with his as they joined, the world as usual falling into nothing when they were together. "Yes! Please..." She yelled; her body still wound tightly. He was the only one who could bring her relief, could spare her the agony of being alone.


"So tight..." Lindsay said through clenched teeth, his ass flexing as he used his hips to thrust inside of her. His back was ripping with muscles, his toned skin smooth and flawless, shinning in the dim light of the office. His legs were burning, his flesh on fire as his muscles worked in coordination to slam into Buffy, giving her what she needed and what they both craved day and night. He was close, he could feel it already; he had wanted to cum at the sight of her finger parting inside of her self.


"I love you so much." Buffy whimpered, tears stinging in her eyes at the pure bliss she was feeling, at the pure love that overwhelmed her to a point of exhaustion. She could feel he was close, his rhythm beginning to break up, his thrusts becoming pow powerful, hitting her deeper and deeper.


"Me too baby... more than anything... more than life." He replied, his brain on the verge of blacking out.


Buffy unwrapped her legs from around his waist, as she leaned back on the desk, the cold surface an added benefit to her already sweating skin. Lindsay groaned as he caught on, he grabbed at her ankles and put them vertically in the air so that her smooth calves were resting against his chest, her feet in the air. He gently leaned against her body, pushing her very nimble body so that her legs were now closer to her chest. He slowed his movements to a halt, knowing he could easily hurt he thi this position, knowing how deep he would go.


Buffy cried out as she felt him slowly drive into her, touching places that she never knew existed. He moved so far inside of her, he was whimpering at the added sensation. He slowly pulled in and out, his fingers moving to Buffy's engorged bud. He gently rolled it in his fingers, his eyes glued on the sight of his shaft passing in and out of her. Buffy was writhing on the desk, her orgasm starting to shock at her nerves in just a glimpse of what was to come. "Come with me baby..." Lindsay moaned, his eyes scrapping up to her face.


She was biting down on her lip, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she released her self, her insides springing to life as she clamped down on him. They both moaned loudly, his sperm shooting inside of her, leaving his entire body numb with gratification.


He pumped a few last times, riding out Buffy's intense climax. Buffy kept her eyes shut, her heart beating erratically as her breaths were shallow. Lindsay rested his head against her chest, his legs aching. It was a few minutes before Buffy could even attempt at w. \. "How much longer do we have to sneak around?" She asked, her nails racking through his hair, making it even messier.


"Not long... I promise." He replied, prying his body off of hers. "Can you stay a while?" He asked, wishing for forever.


"Yeah... I have school in the morning, but I won't sleep anyways..." She smiled accepting his offered hand as he helped her to sit up. Lindsay grabbed a Kleenex, gently swiping up the remnants of his climax that were spilling out.


"Come on... I do have a bed in here... its just passed that door on the right. I actually have a full apartment here." Lindsay said as he watched Buffy stand on shaky legs.


Buffy smiled tiredly, despite what she said, she felt exhausted. She followed him into the other room, her eyes half closed by the time she crawled on the large bed. Lindsay smiled warmly at her, watching as she struggled to stay awake. "Shush baby... just rest your eyes... I'll set the alarm for 4... which is only in 2 hours from now..." he groaned, "and I'll take you home." He kissed her shoulders as he wrapped his nude body in back of hers.


Buffy nodded, snuggling her ass against his member, as she sighed softly too over taken by sleep to even talk. Lindsay watched her, angling their bodies so he could look at her face as she slept peacefully. It was only after a half an hour that he finally started to doze, there bodies so perfectly intertwined you couldn't visually separate the two bodies.


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The alarm was blaring in his ear, making him shoot out of bed, jumbling Buffy in the process. He rubbed his sleep filled eyes, watching as the clock flashed. He quickly shut it off, his arm reaching over to slam the snooze button. Buffy yawned slowly, her limbs stretching out as she snuggled eveepereper into his body. "What time is it...?" She asked sleepily.


"Um... 4, I think... my eyes haven't fully opened yet" He said, peppering her shoulders with kisses, his scratchy beard making her laugh.


Buffy turned into his embrace, her breasts pushing against his. Lindsay had to smile at how cute she looked when she was just waking up. Her long hair was a tangled mess, her eyes only halfway opened and her nose wiggling. He bent his head down, capturing her lips in a chaste kiholdholding her body to his. "Come away with me this weekend." He said quickly.


"Go away with you where? I don't know if my dad will let me." Buffy smiled at the thought of a whole weekend with him where they didn't have to worry about her father finding out.


"Say your staying at Willows." He suggested, his lips lingering on her smooth skin.


"I don't think that's going to work... he's starting to get suspicious, he even called over there the last time I used that excuse."


"Faith?" Lindsay cringed, ya right would Hank ever let Buffy go anywhere with her.


Buffy just cocked her eyebrow in an answer to that one. The both thought for a moment, before Lindsay got another idea. "What if we really did invite Willow and Faith? Xander and Spike could come too." Lindsay groaned at the thought of having to spend a whole weekend with all of her friends, but it would be worth the time they could spend together.


Buffy's eyes lit up, as she kissed him roughly, "Really?? You wouldn't mind if they came? My dad would probably let me then, I mean he could call and talk to Willow." Buffy said excitedly, already thinking about all the things they could do.


The light shinning in Buffy's eyes was enough for him, "Of course I don't mind. I mean they already know about us... and maybe we can get Willow and Xander together? I could get us a three bedroom cabin up in the woods." Lindsay suggested.


"Oh Linds. I . I love it!" Buffy squealed. "But I think Willow has got her eye on this rocker guy who just transferred. His name is Oz, its sooo cute. They are all shy around each other; this might be a good way to break the ice between them. I don't know if Xander is going to want to go... he said something about fishing with his dad this weekend, he might feel kind of awkward with all the couples."


"What ever is fine with me. Come on, we better get you home, we can have all weekendsnugsnuggle and make love." Lindsay said as he waggled his manicured eyebrows at her.


Buffy nodded, kissing his nose softly as she jumped out of bed. She couldn't wait to tell the gang.


They dressed quickly, Buffy trying to smooth her hair out as much as possible. She was grateful that no one came into the office until 5, so they had a little bit of time to sneak out. The only person they had to get passed was Larry.


Larry was snoozing at his station, his eyes softly drooping shut before they would snap back open and look around for intruders. He could hear their hushed voices before he saw them.
"Buffy?" Larry asked, looking from Lindsay to the young girl.


"Hi... Um..." Buffy said her face growing red. Lindsay quickly dropped his hand from the place on her lower back.


Larry quickly looked over both of them. Lindsay's shirt was un-tucked, his hair rumpled in disarray, and his eyes still half open. Buffy was not in much better shape. Lindsay quickly spoke, "Buffy fell asleep last night in my office, so I moved her to my bed... while I stayed up and finished working... I guess I must have dozed too... um at my desk." Lindsay said lamely. He wondered briefly why he always got tongue tied when making up a story about him a Buffy.


Larry nodded only half convinced as he watched the blush creep up onto Buffy's nec"Al"Alright you two... get her home safely, I'm sure Hank is worried sick." Larry said, deciding not to ask why Lindsay had disabled the camera. He watched as they walked out of the building, Buffy and Lindsay brushing arms as they walked. He shook his head, closing his eyes for just a moment before the day shift man came to relieve him.


As soon as they got out side, Buffy started to laugh, "I think he knows something..." Her face was turning pink from the cold morning air, a faint mist of fog still lingering in the air.


"Maybe... I'm sure I'll have to explain to Hank what you were doing in my office until 4 o'clock in the morning." Lindsay pulled her body towards his, warming her up by rubbing her arms. They walked the rest of the way to his car in silence, just happy to be wrapped around each other, thoughts of what would happen over the weekend making silly grins plaster to their faces.

The End....