Her mind drifted to earlier that day, to the transgression that brought her to the present. Master had teased her unmercifully the previous day and i...to the morning before leaving the house to attend a meeting. She knew he would allow her the release she so desperately wanted when he wished it. He brought her so very close numerous times, only to deny her, leaving her breathless and hungry for more. He was very good at it and she knew he enjoyed seeing her suffer. She more than willingly. I nodded. “And two nights ago. Were you...”She grinned. “A little. I wasn’t completely unconscious when you carried me to bed.” She paused. “I wanted you to go further.”“Vi, you were drunk. I would never –”“Shhh.” She placed her fingertips over my lips. “I know. You were very sweet.”“But now...” My hand moved to her waist, stroking under my T-shirt. It felt like a miraculous gift to be able to touch her this way.“Now...” Her eyes glowed with pleasure as she let my hand explore.“I want more,” I. I just know that it’s used to stabilise and re-energise your core.”, he said in wonderment, as if it were the most fantastical thing he had ever heard of.“How did you get your hands on one anyway?”, I asked, incredulity evident in my tone.“Oh, the guys who healed me after our encounter with the gryphon gave to me, saying that if I ever felt myself in a precarious situation, I should take it! I have more, don’t worry. Although I don’t know what I would have to do if I wanted a refill.” Samuel. “Maybe it's different here in Scotland, but I'm fairly certain that back in the U.S. of A where you were born, it was customary when visiting a hospital patient to actually go inside and visit with them.” Buffy goes back to staring into the room. “But then maybe the Scots have some weird ritual involving haggis.” “I'm just not sure it's such a good idea for me to go in there.” “Because the haggis hasn't arrived yet?” Buffy smiles at the ridiculous question. “No... because every time Faith and I.