Disclaimer: If you can't guess by now that I own nothing, then some thing is wrong with you. I own nothing but my memories of hugging Micheal Shanks.
A/N: OH DEAR LORD, AN UPDATE! I think I'm getting the hang of this again! Oh, and I have a plot bunny to make this into a much longer story....

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A desperate moan tore through the quiet Italian night like a knife. Buffy moaned again before biting down hard on the shoulder of the body above her as she tried in vain to contain the scream bubbling up from within. Blood welled and dripped down slicking the sweating bodies even further. The light glinted of her now crimson lips so divinely, Ba'al suddenly found himself thinking he could convince the universe of her state as a Goddess with only a look.

"Go on my love," murmured the gloriously cultured voice in her ear, "scream for me." Lord Ba'al thrust again to punctuate his own desire. The motion caused Buffy to lose another fraction of what little control she seemed to retain as she began frantically moaning, her tiny fingers digging into the hard flesh of his back muscles. A few more thrusts and Ba'al knew he would be able to finally make her shatter. It was time for him to bring this to a glorious end.

She moaned, the sound seeped in grief and loss as Ba'al first stopped, then slowly pulled himself out so that only the tip of his member remained inside the fidgeting blond. Seconds passed, before he finally began to roll his hips, oh so maddeningly slowly. His tongue traced the oh so perfect collarbone below him, the sharp tang of the blood and sweet salt of their mingled sweat was perhaps the second mos delicious thing he had tasted that night. Memories of eating the first was STOL fresh in his mind, and evidently in hers as she whimpered again when his tongue snaked out to catch a glistening drop.

"Do you want it?" Ba'al asked, his voice lite velvet, rich and full of deep promises. "Tell me my love, let me hear you say it." Brown eyes locked with pleading green, eyes so wide and eager. "Say you'll be mine for all eternity." And, all of a sudden, Ba'al found himself to be the one begging. "Let me take you away."

Buffy nipped at his ear, once, twice, three times before tugging hard on the soft flesh. Inside her mind was a whirl: Dawn, oh god thrust just once more, a flash of a smiling red head, can you get Jimmy Choos in space, just swallow me whole, ohgodohgodohgod, how many times a day does he clean those glasses anyway? The Slayer couldn't think strait, her brain befuddled by her lovers requests and tender ministrations. flashes of what was, is and could be whirled and spun until nothing was quite right but the feeling of home she felt each and every time she sank down onto him. Leave, stay it's not quite so clear anymore. Especially when her kegel muscles were frantically trying to give her just one more vibration of bliss.

Another deliriously beautiful moment of torture as he rocked back on his toes to completely leave her body. "Noooo...." she moaned as she tried to thrust her pelvis to force him back in. Her wicked God of sinful joys knew just how to push buttons she never knew she had. It was finally too much as the head of his member began to press and caress her clit with just enough pressure to re knew the ache between her legs and the desire to be filled again. So empty, so horribly alone in her own skin, Buffy finally felt the last of her resistance fade.

"Yes!" Came her frantic cry, as she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. Sparks exploded inside as with a violent thrust they were whole once more. Together in a tangle of limbs they brought each other to a glorious moment of completion. Ba'al called out Buffy's name with a guttural sound.

And as the haze of lust settled, Ba'al reached over to the Alien Device on the night table next to them. A quick sequence and with a victorious smirk he finally spoke, "Say your good byes my love." With that, a blinding blue whit flash engulfed the room and the hum of Asgard technology filled their ears.

All that remained was an empty room, some sweat soaked bedding, and the promise of something unknown.

-End-

Epilogue

The job of monitoring Earth of any suspicious activity was a long and boring job done by many people abored the Prometheus, but Captain Ryan Jules did his damnedest to make sure he was always thorough. That's why when the sensors detected a strange energy reading in Rome he forwarded the readings down the Area 51 and Stargate Command. Even if it was nothing, it was best to have Col. Carter take a look...