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“If you’re worried someone will catch us, let me reassure you. I have work tomorrow at seven, which means I’ll be gone by five; well before anyone else is even stirring. I’ll even walk my bike out so the pipes don’t wake up the campers.”

It was an offer Hilly couldn’t turn down. Simply having Cisco standing in front of her without a stitch of clothes on his glorious body, had her caving, devoid of argument.

“Okay,” she agreed hungrily.

“Good,” he grinned, looking smugly satisfied. “Now let’s get dressed before we’re found out.” He placed one last, firm promise of a kiss on her lips, after which Hilly had to drag her mind back to logistics, turning and bending to grope on the floor for her clothes.

She noted that Cisco wasn’t moving. She looked over her shoulder at him and blinked. “What?” she asked.

“I’m not sure I can leave. You have the best ass,” he groaned. “I’ll be thinking about it as I’m attempting to do my reconnaissance.”

Hilly giggled, straightened, and pulled on the shorts she’d managed to find.

“Or maybe I’ll be imagining those tits,” he hissed as she turned toward him, still without her shirt on. “Be warned, Hilly,” he almost growled. “When we’re alone, I’m going to make you walk around the cabin just like that, for hours.”

Hilly’s back arched of its own accord, thrusting her nipples high.

Cisco took two steps forward.

“Okay. Enough,” Hilly admonished with a snort, stopping him. “Pants on. There’s no time, and I don’t want Buffy getting an eyeful.”

Reluctantly, it seemed, Cisco backed off, and finally began dressing while Hilly finished the same. Together, once they looked presentable, they cleaned up their sex-chair and a few spots on the floor that were wetly suspect.

There were a few more, furtive kisses in-between housekeeping efforts, but they were quick about everything.

“All good?” Cisco finally asked, as he stood at the door with his hand on the knob.

Hilly couldn’t help herself. “Better than good,” she told him. “Hurry back.”

He opened the door. “Are you kidding? Nothing could keep me away.”

The second the portal closed behind him, Hilly fell onto the small sofa, her knees finally giving out. “Holy shit,” she breathed to herself. “I had sex with Cisco Andera.” The reality was just beginning to sink in. And from what he’d said, Cisco had more than enjoyed their time together, and was interested in adding to the tally.

She felt like her mind was just about to explode.

How? Why? She wished she could see into Cisco’s head.

If someone had told fat little Hilly that she would—in the future—score the hottest guy in school, she’d have labeled them delusional. But the slight, tingling soreness between her legs told her it had all been very real. She hugged herself and grinned. Maybe she’d try not to worry so much.

Right.

The door opened, and her heart danced. Had Cisco returned already?

“Hey girl.”

It wasn’t the guy who’d rocked her world, but she couldn’t keep the goofy smile off her face as Buffy walked in with Nel prancing at her feet.

Nel came over to her, jumped up and gave Hilly love, while Buffy stood in the doorway, eyeing Hilly with a healthy dose of head-tipped-sideways speculation. “Huh. You look pretty pleased with yourself.”

“Mmm, hmmm,” Hilly agreed with a noncommittal grunt, because…screaming to the rafters that she’d just banged Cisco didn’t seem quite appropriate.

Not that Buffy was stupid. She’d figure it out in three, two, one…

“Oh, my God. You just had sex,” she squealed.

There was no way Hilly could lie. She smirked and nodded.

Buffy sprinted across the room, threw herself on the couch next to Hilly, and hugged the stuffing out of her.

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