Title: Bring Me Into the Light (14/?)
AUTHOR: Mistress Ace & Em
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RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Story: Romance, Angst
SPOILERS: As You Were
PAIRINGS: B/R/Sam, m/f, f/f
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters at all. (More's the pity) They belong to the Great God Joss Whedon et al. We are just borrowing them for a little bit. That's all. No BtVS characters were harmed in the writing of this fic. Well, maybe just a little.
SUMMARY: Not back for long enough. Not nearly long enough and there were too many things left up in the air. But isn't that the purpose of fan-fiction?
 

Chapter 14

Willing to get out of the way and let Sam have her fun, Buffy shifted until she was laying sideways across the bed. Her hip nestled against the side of Riley's chest and her breasts brushed against him as she bent to kiss him again. Long and deep and passionate, the fingers of one hand tangling into his hair and cradling his head while her other hand brushed soft caresses over his shoulder and down his arm.

While Buffy kissed him thoroughly, Sam, true to form, was far from idle. She squirmed underneath Riley, turning him slowly without breaking the kiss until he was positioned just right. When his hand came up to touch Buffy's cheek, Sam guided him in.

Warm and wet and god... so familiar. Riley's gasp was hushed by the continued press of his lover's mouth, their tongues dancing even as his wife pulled him closer. The position was a little awkward but he didn't want to let go of either of them. Keeping an arm around Buffy, he rolled them both until she was tucked in alongside Sam, their legs hopelessly tangled and ow... cramp again.

"Okay..." he panted, minor frustration evident as he pulled back from the kiss. Riley lifted up onto his elbows while he tried to determine just whose leg was wrapped around his hip and whose was digging into his calf. "Time out. Too many legs here."

Torn between dissolving into helpless giggles because he looked so damned serious in such a comical situation and actually helping out, Sam opted for the latter. She unhooked her leg from around his hip, shifted to one side so he could brace a hand on the pillow and sighed as Riley pulled out. "Not our best landing. But not too bad either."

Buffy looked from Riley to Sam with an incredulous look on her face, and then started to laugh. The corners of her eyes crinkled and her throat was exposed as she tipped her head back, her tiny form shaking just slightly. It would've taken more effort than Buffy wanted to bother with to hold the laughter back; Riley's expression combined with Sam's dry comment was just too funny.

Now that the laughter had started, Sam joined right in. And after a moment or two, so did Riley. The situation was funny when he took a minute to think about it. None of them had any experience outside of the one-on-one thing so some slip-ups were bound to happen. Being able to laugh about this was liberating. As long as they could laugh then things were going to work out just fine.

Riley's booming laugh was something Sam rarely heard. They were usually too busy, too involved in their day-to-day life-and-death scenarios to allow for humor much. Other than the occasional dry comment or sardonic crack, which would result in the other partner laughing silently, their lives were pretty serious. It was good to hear him cut loose like this.

Buffy, too, was glad to hear Riley laugh. While it was something she heard quite a bit of at one point, she found that she missed it when things got strained. It had been an indication of good times, and he had been her refuge from the crazy world she lived in and the potentially suicidal situations she'd had to throw herself into. Hearing him laugh had always helped her to relax, and this time was no exception.

Still chuckling, Riley managed to get all of their legs untangled. Once Sam was settled on her back with Buffy nestled against her side, he slipped in between his wife's thighs. No real need for foreplay, not now. If the way she arched up to meet him was any indication, Sam was ready for this.

Ready, willing and so much more than able.

Quick, expert roll of his hips to line everything up, one solid push forward and he was back inside. Surrounded by a body so familiar he knew every curve, every line, every hollow by heart. Her scent, her skin, the small sound she made as he pushed harder and deeper were ingrained in his very soul. As much a part of him as they were a part of her.

Blind, deaf or dumb, Riley would always be able to find Sam. Always.

As Riley slid into Sam, Buffy rolled onto her side. Propping herself up, she leaned over and kissed Sam's breast gently. She began to trace small patterns on her lover's skin with the tip of her tongue, one fingertip from her hand mimicking the patterns on the underside of Sam's other breast.

"Ohhhh... Ry..." Eyes closed, Sam took him in, grateful for the chance to hold him again. There had been times tonight where she thought she'd lost him and times when she's been willing to let him go. Not now though, not now...

Now he was hers.

Just as much as Buffy was hers.

Soft mouth on her breast, coaxing and gentle in a way Riley could never be. Her husband was a skillful lover, he never failed to bring her pleasure, but there was something to be said for a woman. To have a lover who knew where to touch and what felt good on an instinctive level.

Riley rocked above them, careful to keep his weight balanced on his hands. It was amazing to be here, to be in this place. In the arms of the women he loved. In the past while in Buffy's arms, he had found both rapture and despair. The very heights and depths of the human experience.

And in Sam's... he'd found his way home. She brought him out of the darkness, out of his self-imposed exile and saved him from himself. Listened when he needed an ear and talked when he couldn't find any words. She gave him back a reason to live.

Just as they'd done for Buffy.

Buffy was discovering how to accomplish most of the things that made her feel good. It seemed to her that she simply knew what to do, where to go next. And if she was a little tentative, well, Sam wasn't complaining at all. Through Sam, Buffy was exploring her own sexuality in a way that she'd never thought to do before. And she was enjoying it.

Shifting her mouth slightly, Buffy teased Sam's nipple until it tightened before catching the little nub between her lips and sucking gently. On Sam's other breast, her fingers had also found the nipple and rubbed light circles around and over it.

Riley and Sam watched each other over the top of Buffy's head. Breathing in unison, moving with the same fluid grace they showed while fighting. Perfectly matched. Very much in love with one another. And now, very much in love with their companion.

On some level, Riley was surprised at how well Buffy was taking all of this. While as the Slayer, she had no insecurities about herself or her performance of her duties. But outside of that role, especially under the covers, she was, more often than not, shy and in need of coaxing.

Not tonight though. Tonight, she was a full partner - ready, willing and eager to participate and to give pleasure wherever she could. And if the enraptured look on Sam's face was anything to go by, Buffy was getting really good at giving her pleasure too.

Slim hands tangled in Buffy's hair, holding her in place as Sam whimpered, "Yes... Oh God, yes... Missed this so much." There were no words for how she felt, for how full and wanted and needed she felt right now.

Sam had never had two partners at the same time or even during the same year. And now to have a man - who she adored and who knew her inside and out, as well as a woman - whose kisses were sweeter than anything she'd ever tasted... She understood why Riley had called out to God to be taken now.

If she died in this moment, she would die happy.

Buffy took their sounds and words of pleasure and love for what they were and let them encourage her. Her insecurities weren't gone, merely buried for a time. She was riding a high of joy and pleasure like none before, but the first big stumble would bring everything crashing back to reality. Her terror of that possibility was only kept at bay by her refusal to acknowledge it as she continued to soak up love and support from her lovers.

She pushed everything from her mind except the here and now, and the knowledge that Sam and Riley loved her. It kept her going, and let her reach out and participate in this night that was better than anything in her wildest dreams.

Held in place by Sam's hands, Buffy continued to lick and suck, tracing random patterns with her tongue and flicking the nipple lightly. Sam lifted up into every caress, every kiss. Giving silent encouragement for everything Buffy was doing.

The bed was starting to shake again as Riley's thrusts got harder and deeper. Hurried breaths and stifled moans filled the room only to be drowned out by the headboard banging against the wall. Riley looked up, wiped a trickle of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand before he reached for a pillow. Moving forward, he rolled Sam upward until her legs locked around his waist.

Buffy lifted her head to see what he was up to and was gifted with the rather funny sight of Riley stuffing a pillow down between the headboard and the wall. The look of grim determination on his face was the only thing that kept her from dissolving into giggles.

With that mission accomplished, he took advantage of Sam's new position to drive in even deeper. Her gasp and shudder of pleasure was proof enough he was hitting the sweet spot. The one guaranteed to have her completely non-verbal in ten seconds flat.

Sam's eyes fluttered closed and she lived up to Riley's expectations. None of the sounds coming out of her mouth even resembled words. He bent over her, kissing her throat then the soft, exposed nape of Buffy's neck.

Buffy shivered as Riley found the sensitive spot on the nape of her neck, her soft moan muffled by Sam's breast. Though her instinct was to arch up to Riley's mouth, she refused to move from her prize. Instead, she closed her eyes and continued to experiment with lips and tongue on soft, silky flesh. She felt that she'd had her quota of devoted attention tonight and felt that she needed to give some back to them. So Buffy just kept on as she was, not thinking of herself at all for a while.

After a moment or three, words emerged from the jumble of sounds. Frantic words, each of them sending a jolt straight to his cock. Riley loved making Sam lose control, he loved watching her fall apart. And she was falling... "Yess. Oh yes, honey. Sweet... Ry, so close. Baby, please... make me..."

He rose up over her, rolling his hips just so. Jaw tight and eyes so dark that looking into them was almost the same as falling into a well. Broad chest, strong column of his throat, every muscle standing out in sharp relief. And, as far as Sam could tell in her fevered state, nowhere near coming himself. He could keep going for hours and hours.

Riley whispered to her, the words flowing over her skin and into her heart. "Come for me, love... Come for us. Want to see you..." There was nothing in the world more beautiful than Sam at the point of orgasm. When her iron control broke into tiny pieces and gave him a glimpse of the woman within.

Buffy lifted her head and looked down into Sam's eyes. "Yes, Sam... just let go... please?" Her soft addition to Riley's words was more of a plea, but had no less of an impact on Sam. She could tell by the way the heat flared in her lover's eyes, and Buffy leaned in to kiss her deeply.

He felt it, felt Sam tightening around him. Felt the heavy throb and pulse of her sex and knew she was tumbling over. She was quick tonight and this one was strong. Stronger than usual.

Yes.

It was possible to die from too much pleasure. Wave after wave crashed over Sam, the sheer force dragged her under. She broke out of her lover's kiss, head snapping back as Sam opened her throat and screamed, the sound echoing through the entire room. "Riley!... Buffy! Oh God... ohgodohgodohgod."

Good thing they were in an almost deserted wing of the hotel. Riley chuckled to himself as he continued to move, continued to drive her further and further along. He listened as she sobbed out her fulfillment, listened as his beloved Sam let go. They usually had to be so quiet, had to be concerned about disturbing the rest of the squad.

Especially since those clowns had a pool going on how often their XO and his wife got it on in the bush. Which was lot more often than any of them had figured out. So many nights spent with their hands clapped over each other's mouth... nights spent locked in quiet, desperate passion. Never knowing if the next day, the next hour... the next minute might be their last.

Danger was a powerful aphrodisiac...

When Sam pulled away from the kiss, Buffy spent a moment watching her, stunned. She was in awe; Sam looked so passionate, so beautiful caught up in ecstasy. Buffy hadn't known that anyone could ever be so beautiful, could glow so brightly, or sound so lovely as Sam was and did at that moment.

Somewhere deep inside, Buffy wondered how she could possibly hope to compete with this; she couldn't hope to do more than come in second. She would always be on the edge of the passionate couple before her. But she swore to herself that she would take what they gave her and it would be enough.

It would have to be.

Because it was all she had.

Leaning down, smothering her inward thoughts as she did so, Buffy began to trail kisses down Sam's neck and over her shoulder. She lightly nipped and sucked on fragrant skin as she found new dips and hollows to tease.

The fire flared higher and higher, burning through all of her senses until there was nothing left behind but ash. Drifting back into reality, Sam felt a familiar lassitude creep over her. She was down for the night. Her body was telling her it was time to sleep even though Riley was still moving on top of her. She shivered and arched up into Buffy's next kiss before pushing at Riley's shoulders.

He recognized the signal. The one that told him Sam had been pushed as far as she could go. And while he would have liked to finish deep inside her, Riley knew anything more could prove painful to his wife. After a strong climax, she became too sensitive - any pressure at all went past uncomfortable and headed straight into the realm of torture. He usually tried to time things better, but with Buffy's help they'd managed to get Sam to this stage a whole lot faster than usual.

His movements slowed and then stopped. Riley hovered over her for a minute, his body trembling and hard enough that it hurt. Closing his eyes, Riley pulled out and rolled over onto his back. His cock slapped up against his stomach - thick, hard and ready for more.

Not going to ask, he was not going to ask. Riley didn't want to make Buffy feel like she was second choice here. But, God, he ached. "Buffy," Her name was out of his mouth before he could bite it back. And when he found himself looking into eyes that matched his own, Riley knew it would be wrong not to ask. "Please... I need you."

With one last soft kiss on Sam's lips, Buffy moved to Riley's side. Almost as an afterthought, she grabbed another condom off the nightstand. "I'm here, Riley. Always." She quickly ripped the foil and rolled the rubber gently onto his cock. Immediately, she slid one leg over his body, sitting up as she straddled him and shifting her hips back until his hardness brushed against her sex.

With a deft slide, he was deep inside her and both of them gasped as the sensation rolled over them. Joined again. In that instant a year of separation tumbled away, the pain and rejection faded into nothing beyond the steady beat of their hearts.

Thank God she'd been in enough to control to remember the condom. Riley seriously doubted he would have at this point. His hands settled on her hips, and with eyes dark and wilder than Buffy had ever seen before, he thrust powerfully up into her.

Hard slap as their bodies came together again and again. One big hand tangled in her hair, pulling her down into a kiss that took her breath away. Riley's movements were hard and fast and utterly controlled. He sat up, his chest pressed against hers, surrounding her - taking possession of what he'd lost on a cold December night that seemed a lifetime ago.

Sam rolled toward them, curling up on her side so she could watch. The last few flutters of her own orgasm were fading out, leaving her utterly exhausted. And quite happy to witness her husband being satisfied by their lover. Unexpected perk of their new arrangement. Now she no longer had to feel guilty for leaving him in this condition.

Bonus.

But, yeah... God, they were stunning together. Nothing in the world could have prepared Sam for this. Buffy, a pale flame encompassed within huge hands that could bring so much pleasure as well as deal out implacable justice. Sweet little body pulled in tight against his bronzed skin, burnt that dark color by too many days spent under a blazing sun. Powerful sweep of muscle - his incredible back - bracketed by Buffy's shapely legs.

Moving, they were moving. Grasping and gasping, kissing when they could, panting when they had to breathe. Sam knew she could watch this every night for the rest of her life. Would move heaven and earth to make sure that became as much a reality as their schedule could allow.

Buffy let go of control and moved wildly with Riley's deep thrusting. The power in his passion turned her on like nothing every had before, and she wanted more of it. She clung to him, panting, little moaning cries escaping her as her body ignited from within. She could feel Sam watching them, sleepy and sated but still entranced.

All thoughts of her place in their world and their emotions had been lost after mere seconds of the impassioned fervor that consumed both her and Riley. And she surrendered to it, to him, to the power that consumed them.

His again, she was his again.

Not Spike's bint, not Angel's girl.

Buffy was his.

Riley Finn's.

For however long he had her, for however long God was going to let him have her.

"Mine," he muttered against her ear. Kept moving, had to get deeper, had to reach places no one else could. The rational part of his brain was laughing at his inner caveman. But the caveman was in control. "Mine," louder this time, that single word thrown back along with his head as the bed continued to shake. The hand in her hair tightened, drawing her gaze to his and he said it again, "Mine."

While Sam watched him, open-mouthed and, yes, a little stunned at just how rough he was being, Riley shook Buffy a little before dipping his head down. His mouth, hard and harsh, covered Angel's scar. Territorial didn't even come close to the way Riley was acting. Shouldn't be a turn-on for Sam but it was... in a big, bad way. All Sam could do was hope that Buffy found it to be the same.

Riley's words and his actions evoked a fierce reaction in Buffy; instead of simply submitting to him, she grabbed him. She allowed the harsh kiss to her neck, seeing stars briefly as he mouthed her scar, then she pulled his head up and caught his gaze with her own. Her eyes were dark, fierce and impassioned, and when she spoke, her words were rough-edged and low. "I'm yours. You're mine. Mine."

The kiss she gave him was rough and possessive, her strength barely reined in. As he had with her, Buffy's lips went to his neck and found one of his scars, covering it and biting him just enough to get her point across. And with that bite she took him back. The Slayer reclaimed her lover from the darkness that had nearly destroyed them both.

Thirty seconds - forty heartbeats away from coming. Teeth at his throat again, biting down swift and sharp. Somehow everything he'd looked for in the Magic Box that night was in his arms right now. When he stalked into that sparsely appointed room forgiveness wasn't something he'd been seeking.

No.

What he'd wanted was for Buffy to admit that he was hers, that she wanted him to be hers and now he had his answer. "Yours," Riley gasped out, his hands still locked around her shoulders. Harder, faster, deeper - every instinct screaming for the culmination of the roughest sex he'd ever had. "Yours. Sam's - always."

When Buffy lifted her head, her eyes went immediately to Sam and pinned her with the same fierce, though slightly gentled, gaze. "You're mine too," came the same rough words, a possessive rumble edging her tone. But her voice, like her eyes, shaded more toward affection than anger. Sam had never done anything to hurt her, and even the hunter inside knew it.

Sitting up, Sam scooted closer, her entire attention focused on Buffy. Within those quiet words lay the heart of the Slayer, a woman out of legend. And within eyes as wide and dark as the night sky, Samantha Finn came face-to-face with the primal force that made this one woman the finest Slayer that ever lived. She was magnificent in her abandon and Sam worshipped her, accepted her claim and would gladly lay down her life should her lover demand it. "Yours. I am yours."

Riley's claim on her was already known, consecrated by vows spoken in the back of a helicopter right before a drop into hostile territory. He knew it and she knew it but the Slayer needed to know it as well. "Yours and Riley's. Until the day I die."

The Slayer reached out to Sam and pulled her in close. She kissed her lover, sealing the declaration with passion; the kiss was rougher than any kiss Buffy and Sam had shared earlier, but again not quite as rough as the one with Riley had been. Fiery, ardent and possessive, but not enough to hurt.

Finally, the Slayer released Sam when they were both out of breath and her mouth found Riley's neck again. Some instinct told her that he was very close to the edge and she knew just how to push him over.

She bit him again, replacing the scars with the marks of her own teeth, which, though she was careful - she thought - not to bite him too hard, would probably leave a mark for a while. At the same time, she thrust her hips hard against his, angled to take him as deep as possible.

Sam watched, fascinated as Riley arched up into that bite. Watched his eyes close and his face contort into something that walked a fine line between ultimate ecstasy and utter agony. Watched him reach for that pinnacle and tumble over it, crying out as he fell from grace and back into the arms of his angels.

Deep, in so deep and searing pain in his throat. Memories of being wanted, of being needed, filled him with an adrenaline rush so powerful Riley was certain his heart was going to burst. He was saying something, had no idea what it was as a climax was ripped out of him. It left him breathless and trembling and somehow still moving.

Moving, he was still moving... that little bit of extra friction, those few seconds finally tipped her over the edge. The Slayer screamed, a loud and primal sound, as her own climax finally hit. Wave after wave of fire rolled through her body, leaving her trembling in their wake. As the rush passed away, the Slayer force withdrew and left Buffy to melt into Riley's arms.

And melt she did, eyes closed, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her whole body shivering and glowing in the aftermath, but spent. Thoroughly spent.

Both of them were hovering on the edge of collapse, barely able to stay upright. Shaking off the sensation of complete awe, Sam steadied Riley, placing her hands on his trembling and sweat-soaked back. "Easy, honey. I've got you." He sagged against her, letting Sam lower them both to the bed.

He couldn't let go of her, wouldn't let go of her. Not again. Not after this. Riley's arms stayed locked around Buffy, cradling her against his chest. "Thank you, love... Water?" he managed to croak out, licking his lips and tasting blood. Must have bitten his lip at some point.

Catching his breath was proving difficult. His lungs were screaming bloody murder, every muscle in his body ready to revolt. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this level of exhaustion.

Buffy was having an easier time of catching her breath; nice to know that Slayer abilities were good in all situations. But her mind was awhirl with what had just happened. It was like the Slayer instincts had taken on a distinct persona and taken over... submerged her true personality. But that didn't bother her as much as what happened after. With the Slayer strength unrestrained she could have hurt him, badly!

But all the confusion and concern and guilt would have to wait until morning. Not even the strongest combination of mental stressing could combat the utter exhaustion for long. Even as Sam handed Riley his water, Buffy was drifting into sleep. She couldn't open her eyes, couldn't have moved if her life depended on it. She curled up against Riley's warmth and fell into a dreamless sleep with a soft sigh.

Riley drank deeply, grateful for the water in ways he couldn't express. His neck ached and he wondered briefly if he was bleeding there too. But Sam didn't look worried so any damage was probably minimal. He finished the glass and stifled a moan as he felt his softening cock slip out of Buffy. Who was down for the count, curled in tight against his chest.

It was time for her to take care of them, just as they'd taken care of her. Sam retrieved the glass from Riley and set it down on the nightstand. While her husband's eyelids drooped, threatening to close altogether, she stripped off the condom and tossed it in the waste-can.

A minute or two later, Sam returned from the bathroom with a washcloth and their first aid kit. Riley was already asleep, curled up on his side, wrapped around Buffy. Smiling to herself at yet another display of his protective instinct, Sam washed his throat, sopping up the blood that trickled from the marks Buffy left behind.

She bandaged the wound, then checked both of them for any other injuries with a very critical eye. Good, they were basically uninjured. Sam went back to the bathroom to rinse out the washcloth and returned with it to finish dealing with the aftermath.

Five minutes later, her husband and their lover were cleaned up as best Sam could with that warm, wet washcloth. And they both slept right through it all. Settling down behind Riley, Sam pulled up the covers over all three of them. She spooned up against Riley's back, who in turn was spooned around Buffy.

**Like three peas in a pod.** Sam mused before closing her eyes. Strange the twists and bends that occurred in the road of life. As Riley was always fond of saying - the wheel was always turning. Sometimes you're up and sometimes you're down.

This was up.

Definitely up.

 
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