Buffy's journal

Thank you," he said, ans watched as she removed her top, boots and leather pants until all that remained was her underwear. She stood there, licking her lips - such delicate lips - and he couldn't help but ask, "Do you always wear such sexy undergarments or is this my lucky day?"

Then his hands were on her back and he was kissing her, pressing up against her, pushing her bottom against the pool table. He undid her bra, pulled back from the kiss enough to drag it down her arms and tossed it aside. He kissed her again, tongue probing for entrance.

"I guess it's your lucky day," she said smiling wickedly.

He took her by the back and started to kiss her. She moaned against his mouth and kissed him back intensely. She sat back up on the pool table. She ran her hands through his hair and then raked her nails over his back. His tongue sought access to her mouth and she opened her mouth to him.

"Jack," she moaned against his lips. Her hands moved to his front and ran down his stomach before she cupped him in her hands. She stroked him gently.