One of the benefits of being a slayer: she doesn't get calluses and most of the time she doesn't scar. She likes that combination of strong, rough hands and gentle touch. Thier size differences are almost comical.

Nothing between them is exactly how she wants things right now. Right now, she doesn't want slow or gentle or even romantic. Right now, the only thing Buffy wants is this. She wants him hard and hot between her legs. She wants him inside her. She wants the way he growls and the way he bites her, that sting of pain and blood.

She keeps one hand fisted in his hair as he thrusts into her. Their kisses are desperate, all teeth and tangled tongues. When she breaks the kiss breathlessly, she bites, licks and tastes his skin. She rides him, grinding against each thrust. Tomorrow, or later, she'll be awkward; she'll realize just how not like her this is and she'll hate herself. Right now, she is utterly okay with this. The girl she is has been totally stripped to the bone so that she's just the slayer.