A/N: This is my first Story, enjoy.

Buffy sat at the bar staring at the wall in front of her. It had been 9 years since Willow used the essence of the scythe to turn all the potentials into Slayers. Buffy was tired, dealing day in and day out with these girls. It hadn't been an easy road. Since the fiasco with the government and the creator of Sunnydale, not mention getting put in a magical coma, and could only be woken by a true love's kiss. She became sleeping beauty, literally. But her mind was elsewhere tonight.

She took a long sip of tequila and shuttered at the almost bitter taste. Her mind was clouded, two days ago she found Vi on her doorstep catatonic, only able to say the same two words; New Orleans. Buffy groaned, and put her head against the bar, dreading having to go back to her apartment.

"You look rather out of it." A voice said next to her. He had a perfect British accent; she turned her head to see a pair of amazing blue eyes staring down at her. Buffy looked down at the half empty bottle in front of her and sighed. "You don't know the half of it," she said taking another swig from the bottle. He chuckled and ordered bourbon, when he got his glass he looked back at the beautiful blond sitting next to him. Her green eyes fixated on the bottle, "sorry love, my manners must have escaped me. My name is Niklaus Mikaelson." He said taking her hand to his mouth and kissing her knuckles. "Buffy Summers, I am going to point out that it isn't the 1800's anymore." She giggled a little realizing how blatant she was.

'That laugh,' he thought as she began to giggle more, the alcohol clearly starting to affect her. "Well, Buffy, chivalry isn't completely dead." He smirked at her, and began to laugh as she tried to get up out of her bar stool. "Crap!" She exclaimed as she almost tripped, Klaus rushed over to her and caught her as she began to stumble again.

"I think... I'm gonna go home," she slurred. "Are you alright to walk love?" Klaus asked, she turned and looked at him, then burst out laughing. "N-no," she said in between giggles, "sorry." She snorted, "Booze and Buffy don't mix," Klaus felt a smile tug on his lips. "At least let me walk you home, where do you live love?" He asked and Buffy paused trying to remember the address. "1250 Prescott lane." She slurred again, she began to walk out the door and turned around suddenly. "No funny business," she said pointing at him. He quickened his pace, 'She's surprisingly fast for a human' he thought as he walked alongside her.

"So Niklaus," Buffy began, "please call me Klaus", he interjected. "Okay, Klaus, out of all the people in that bar why strike up a conversation with me?" She asked, slurring the last four words of her sentence. "Honestly Buffy, you're pretty easy on the eyes, also even drunk you can still hold an intelligible conversation, unlike most of the people back at the bar." He said, Buffy blushed, 'easy on the eyes huh?' She thought, but sober Buffy was screaming at her to use her common sense.

"You're not too hard to look at either," she said, the words just falling out of her mouth. Klaus smirked, "How did you end up in London?" He asked innocently, trying to make idle chit chat as they walked. "Do you have a couple hours? Cause' the short version of this story could make a book bigger than the bible." He smirked and looked down at her, "I've got all the time in the world love." 'Her eyes glimmer like emeralds,' he thought as the street lights highlighted her face. She smiled, but sober Buffy was screaming at her to use her brain. But she didn't listen, she smiled even brighter, "well, come on let's get back to my place."

They walked in relative silence back to her apartment making small talk. Buffy turned the key and walked in, Klaus tried to follow her in but he got stopped at the threshold. Thankfully Buffy drunken mind didn't make the connection and she smiled at him, "Klaus we are past this point in our relationship, get your ass in here." She giggled; he stepped over the threshold and smiled at her.

"Want anything to drink? I got tequila, scotch," she made a face pulling out a bottle, "Old people scotch, mind you, and whiskey." She said grabbing two shot glasses not really caring what she was drinking. "Scotch," he said, Buffy nodded and grabbed the bottle. "So we are gonna have to be quiet a friend of mine just got out of the hospital and she's upstairs resting." Buffy lied with ease, Klaus nodded. "So that story love?" Klaus asked, "Hmmm?" Buffy asked, distracted by his lips that looked very inviting. She set the two glasses down and Klaus looked at her skeptically.

"I'll tell you after," she said, her voice riddled with lust and desire. "Tell me after what love?" "This," she said walking over to him. She kissed him, gently on the lips and pulled away, looking into his eyes. She waited for his approval, and she got it with a nod. He crashed into her, kissing her passionately on the lips, dipping his tongue into her mouth. He pulled back, "mmm, vanilla" he groaned. Klaus felt himself hardening; Buffy smirked noticing the bulge behind his jeans.

She crashed back into him, their tongues dancing in unison as they tasted each other. She undid the clasp of his belt, and unzipped his fly. He smirked against her lips; He removed her light blue tank top, and bra in one swift motion. He cupped her breast, pulling her nipple between his thumb and index finger, twisting and pulling on it. She moaned in pleasure, Klaus stopped and removed his shirt and shoes before going back and teasing Buffy's other nipple.

"My turn," she said wickedly, pulling down his pants and boxers. His length sprang free of its confines and Buffy gasped at the size. She got on her knees, and grabbed his shaft; emitting a low groan of pleasure erupting from his chest.

Buffy moved her hand up and down his shaft slowly before taking him into her mouth. He gasped as she teased the head of his cock with her tongue. She pulled him deeper, taking in his entire length before she began to move her head back and forth. She felt his member tensing and the she released him, earning a dissatisfied groan.

He bent over and picked her up, bringing her over to the couch. He set her down, and removed her jeans slowly. Once they were off he moved two of his fingers inside the waist line of her panties, taking them off even slower.

He aligned himself with her and thrust into her, making her moan in pleasure. He began to move in and out of her, they began to pick up a rhythm, matching thrust for thrust. "Klaus," she moaned as she felt her walls tightening. Klaus picked up his pace, moving in and out of her faster as he knew she was nearing her end. With one final thrust he climaxed with her, falling on top of her. He kissed the side of her head, "that was incredible, love." He said breathlessly, she nodded, "yea it was." He pulled a throw blanket over them covering their sweaty bodies and they both drifted off to sleep.