When they were clear of the clothing, Jack tried to nudge her legs apart so he could push inside of her. It felt like an urgent matter of right now and he didn't want to put off this reclamation of Buffy any longer. Drawings and touches and kisses were wonderful and he loved them, but he'd thought he had come so close to losing her over the past few days

my Annie

to something harder and more unfeeling--that slayer she was, the one that wanted to push him away---and he needed union. Desperately.