Willow put her books in her bag. She was being as quiet as she could because her roommate, Buffy, was still sleeping. Willow looked at her best friend with a worry line marring her forehead. Her friend had not been sleeping well lately. Buffy would often get up a couple of hours after coming in from patrol to shower or to sit at her desk staring at nothing. Willow tried to pry, but Buffy stayed silent.

Willow was jarred from her thoughts by a sound from Buffy's bed. She was moaning in what Willow could only think of as a sexual sound. Willow smiled knowingly. She, too, had been immersed in dreams that would make the raunchiest stripper blush scarlet red.

Buffy screamed aloud as if trying to say something but not quite forming the words. She then sat straight up in her bed.

"Good dream?" inquired Willow with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Buffy, still immersed in her dream, look at Willow with lust-filled eyes. "Willow?"

"Yeah, Buffy, it's me." Willow was becoming uncomfortable under her friend's lustful gaze.

The fact that Willow was in their room and not in her dream world jarred Buffy into reality. She blinked several times trying to bring the world into focus. "Wow, what a dream!"

"I would think so. You've been writhing and moaning for a while now," Willow said forgetting her previous discomfort.

Buffy fell back on her bed and groaned. "If this keeps up, I am never going to be able to sleep. I'm running out of dry, clean underwear, and, oh my God, did I just say that out loud?"

Willow grinned. "Yes, you did, but your embarrassment won't last much longer because I have to go to class. Have a nice cold shower!" She shut the door firmly behind her.

The blush that had been threatening earlier was now full-fledged from the witch's last comment. She had another hour before she had to start getting ready for classes. It was a week before finals, so the stress was begging to mount. < I should try to get another hour of sleep > She had gotten back late from patrol, and only had three hours sleep under her belt. She closed her eyes only to be assaulted by visions from her dreams.

She was lying naked in a bed. The place was familiar, but she could not place it. As her mind wondered where she was, her body was thinking of something else entirely. All the blood was rushing to the lower portion of her body. She realized why when she felt a light touch on her inner thigh. The feel of bare skin, fingers, and tongue assaulted her senses. They slowly worked towards her inner core. As a finger entered her moist center, a tongue assaulted her swollen clit. Somehow, she knew who was doing it, but could not quite make the connection in her lust filled brain. She was quickly brought to orgasm under the stranger's minstrations. This was always the part of her dream when she woke up.

The dream had been coming back every night for two weeks straight. Not only did it torture her at night, it was becoming her sole obsession during the day. She was constantly wet and straining for release. Her attacks on vampires had been especially viscous lately as she tried to release some of the frustration. Her relationship with Riley was going frustratingly slow. Whenever they were making out, she had begun to push to go further, but he always stopped her. He was really starting to frustrate her. He was always saying crap like "We have to wait until the moment is right" or "We should take it slow and make sure we both know what we are doing." She was beginning to think that the corn-fed boy was a virgin. She knew what she was doing and wanted to take it further. She was getting sick of masturbating in the shower. Lately it had been a daily event.

She got up and got ready for class. Tonight, Riley's frat was having a big party. She quickly decided that tonight would be the night that she finally got the release that she wanted.

As she walked to class, her thoughts turned to sex yet again. Everybody that passed by took part in a small sexual fantasy. She was glad she was wearing sunglasses because she was ogling everybody. She could not concentrate on the class materials, instead concentrating on how she could take the professor on his desk in front of the whole class. She tried to direct her thoughts elsewhere as she realized she was unashamedly rubbing herself against her jeans in hope of release.

She realized that this had also become a daily routine. It was all she had thought about in over a week. Sex, sex, sex. She had begun to think that she was in heat or something.

< It will all be over tonight when I convince Riley to sleep with me > This was her driving thought throughout the day.

That night, she wore her sexiest outfit. A tank top that was loosely tied in the back and a miniskirt that was barely long enough to cover her ass cheeks. She decided that she would not wear underwear to speed up the process tonight. She fixed her hair in a bun that could be easily taken out if fingers would play with it. Willow gave her a knowing smile and a "have fun" as she walked out the door.

She got to the party only having run into three vamps on the way. < Nobody is getting in way of sex tonight >

She spotted Riley with a group of his friends. She seductively walked out on the dance floor. She danced as she felt, which was pure sex. She could feel all of the others on the dance floor, their body heat, their sexual energy, their everything. Her eyes were focused entirely on Riley even though her thoughts were on everybody. He moved to her as if in a trance. She took his hand and began dancing with him. She rubbed her body over every sole inch of him. He just stood there. Slowly, he began moving with her. He extended his leg long enough for Buffy to begin rubbing herself against it. She closed her eyes as some of the frustration was released from the pressure on her clit. She captured his mouth in a tantalizing kiss. < Get the hint, you dweeb, get the hint!! >

Riley leaned closer to Buffy and whispered in her ear "Let's go up to my room."

< Finally! > She had to use all of her Slayer strength to keep herself from running eagerly up the stairs. When they finally reached the room, Riley sat on his couch. Buffy immediately straddled him as her hips pumped in wild abandonment. She grabbed Riley's wrists with one hand and slammed them against the wall. If there was a sound of protest, Buffy smothered it in a searing kiss. She used her other hand to unbutton Riley's jeans.

Riley broke the kiss and began struggling against her. "Stop it, Buffy. Buffy, you're hurting me!" It didn't phase Buffy as she pulled his dick out of his pants with one hand and pressed down harder on his wrists with the other. She felt something snap under her hand, but it did not register in her brain. She was still grinding her hips against him as she moved above him to sheath him in her tight inner core.

"Buffy, you're hurting me! Buffy! Buffy!" This time, Riley's desperate yell penetrated Buffy's brain. She released his wrists and practically jumped off of him. He grabbed his wrist in pain and looked at Buffy with fear. She stood, looked at him again. She tried to apologize, to explain, but her hormones were raging. If she did not leave, she would finish what she started. She ran from the room.

Buffy did not stop running until she got to Giles' apartment. She knocked on the door and entered at the same time. Giles sat on the couch, bewildered at Buffy's sudden entrance and state. She was shaking with her hormones still raging. She looked at Giles. < He's old. He knows what he is doing. Maybe he can give me that mind blowing sex that I need. My mom even thought he was a good lay. Ew, my mom. My mom and Giles! > That thought alone had her bringing her hormones under control.

"What's wrong, Buffy? I say, what's wrong?" Giles asked in a perplexed voice.

"Giles, something is wrong with me. I don't understand it! I'm horny constantly. I cannot stop thinking about sex. And I just nearly raped Riley!!" Buffy thought about sittin, but realized her lack of underwear. She chose to lean against the wall instead.

"W-what?"

"Giles, I cannot stop myself. Every thought in my mind is about sex. Sex, sex, sex!!"

"Are you s-sure?"

"Am I sure? Do you want to know what I was thinking about when I walked in here?" After a moment of silence, Buffy screamed inwardly and sighed outwardly. "I was thinking about throwing you on that coffee table and fucking you until the cows come home!!"

Giles' look of shock was enough to make Buffy scream.

"Well, m-maybe this kind of thing has happened to a Slayer before. I'll call the gang, and we can start, uh, start researching."

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Two hours later, Willow, Xander, Anya, and Tara had been briefed on the Slayer's situation. They were all sitting in Giles' apartment researching. Well, Buffy was not researching. < I wonder if I could get everybody in this room to take off their clothes and begin pleasuring me. Willow's probably learneed a thing or two from her new "friend" Tara > Buffy was currently staring at Willow's mouth. The object of her current fantasy turned to her.

"Buffy? Buffy?" Willow's voice penetrated her thoughts and had her blushing redder than the witch's hair.

Buffy stood up suddenly. "I have to go to the bathroom." She walked out leaving a perplexed crowd in her wake.

As the night went on, the Scooby Gang kept researching while Buffy paced from the bathroom to the living room and back again. The search like so many others was proving to be fruitless.

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During the night, Giles received two phone calls. The first was from Riley making sure Buffy was all right. He had a broken wrist, but other than that his main concern was Buffy.

The second phone call was for Buffy. Giles handed her the phone. Everybody listened to her side of the conversation, which was not much.

Buffy hung up the phone and turned to the gang. "Faith is awake from her coma. A girl was found beaten and stripped of her clothes down the hall from Faith's room. Our rogue Slayer is back in the game."

The look of shock was on everybody's faces.

"What?"

"Who..."

"When?"

"Why?"

Buffy stopped the questions with a look. "First, we have to figure out what's wrong with me. Second, I find her."

"Why can't you find her now?" asked Anya.

"How good would I be if I stopped to think about, or maybe even do it, fucking everything in my path? I cannot even concentrate on finding out what is wrong with me!" She slammed a book down and proceeded to walk up the stairs.

"Buffy, where are you going?"

"Giles, the only safe place for me stay tonight is your bed with you guarding the door to make sure I don't go out and finish what I started with Riley!!"

The group stayed silent as she made her way up the stairs for a long, sleepless night.

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Unbeknownst to the group, a figure lurked outside the windows. Faith had gone to Giles' place as soon as she found out where it was. She had heard of Buffy's current predicament. She also heard the Scooby Gang's reaction to her being awake. < Always putting Buffy first. Even when I am a homicidal maniac let loose on the streets. I'll show them. Buffy seems to be having a little bit of a problem. I can have some fun while I take advantage of the situation! >