Chapter 1
The two young eleven year old girls ran down to the beach and lay down at the edge of the waves. They lay there in silence for a minute, just enjoying the sun. And then the blonde squealed.

“You’re so dead Faith,” she said, scowling up at the brunette, rubbing her eyes. Somehow her friend had managed to cup the seawater into her hands and drop it right into her eyes.

“Whatcha gonna do B?” Faith giggled.
Buffy responded by throwing a handful of mud which hit
Faith straight in the chest.

Faith mock gasped.

“Oh what will I ever do now?”

“Shut up Faith,” Buffy said, rising up.

“Make me,” her friend said.

Buffy paused for a moment, and then began giving chase to her friend.

She tackled Faith, then rolled her over and began tickling her.
“Uncle….uncle” Faith squealed, signaling her surrender and Buffy finally let up.

Faith pushed her friend off and both girls lay there on their backs, just enjoying the quiet.

“Best friends forever?” Buffy asked.

“Forever,” Faith replied.

The years passed. Boyfriends, engagements, marriages. And finally kids. Buffy and Riley had to William. Faith and Wesley had Xander. The girls stayed best friends through it all. When Riley was killed in action in Iraq, Faith was there for Buffy. When Faith divorced Wesley, Buffy was there for Faith.

Buffy and Faith just lay there on the beach. It was their weekend ritual and even twenty-five years later, it seemed like nothing had changed. Four strong feet ran passed the two women. Neither of the women moved, they just continued to sun themselves.

Buffy sat up first, removing her straw hat to watch the boys surf the waves.

“They’ll be fine B,” Faith said, turning over to lie on her stomach.

“It’s not that,” Buffy said. “It’s just…..”

“Just what?” Faith said.

“It’s like suddenly…..they’re all grown up,” Buffy said wistfully.

Faith turned over, then sat up too.

“You’re right,” she grinned, watching the nineteen year olds. “They’re….beautiful. Aren’t they?”

“They are,” Buffy smiled. “We did good.”

The boys ran towards their mothers, holding their surfboards and jostling each other.

“How were we?” William asked earnestly.

“Perfect sweetie,” Buffy said, giving her son a sweet smile. “Both of you. Right Faith?”

“Some more perfect than others,” Faith quipped, giving her son a wink. “Right baby?”

“Damn right,” Xander laughed.

“Don’t be starting something you can’t finish Harris,”
William threatened, good naturedly.

“My son can kick your son’s ass,” Buffy ribbed Faith.

“You can kiss my ass B,” Faith said, pushing Buffy away.
“And that goes for your son too.”

William blushed when Faith gave him a wink. Buffy rolled her eyes at her friend’s behaviour. Faith was perpetually doomed to behave like a teenager.

“Run along you two,” Buffy ordered. “Go ahead and start up the BBQ. I’m starving.”

“You certainly look like it,” Faith said out of the corner of her mouth.

“Shut up,” Buffy said. “I’m atkins-ing.”

“Last one in is a…..” Xander began, but William didn’t give him the chance. He just raced up the beach and up the stairs.

“Cheater,” Xander grumbled as he chased after his friend.

When the sun finally went down, Buffy and Faith gathered their towels and their belongings and walked up the beach and up the stairs to their respective houses.

“I’m gonna go change B,” Faith said. “Catch ya at dinner.”

“Cya,” Buffy said.

Buffy walked up her white steps and entered her house through the back porch. The BBQ was still unlit.
She shook her head. Typical.

“Will?” she asked. “William?”

No response. God, she was going to kill that boy. Sighing, she placed her beach belongings on the table and walked up the stairs, ready to give him a piece of her mind. She paused at her room. William’s room door down the hall was slightly open. Without giving it a second thought, she barged over to his room. She made to push the door open, but froze at what she saw.

William was standing in front of his full length mirror, admiring himself. Butt naked.

Oh my god, Buffy thought, freaking out. Why didn’t I knock? She was about to look away, but then William turned, showing off a rippling six pack, still wet from a shower.

When did that happen? she wondered, taken aback. She knew he had been hitting the gym religiously. But a six pack? So far, all she had done was wonder idly. But then her eyes wandered down to where they absolutely shouldn’t have. Not in a million years.

Oh. My. God.

At that moment, Buffy knew her little William was all grown up.

More grown up than most, she couldn’t help but thinking. Mmmm.

Oh god, Buffy suddenly realized. What am I doing? She was ogling William. Her William. Her son!!!!!!! That thought snapped her out of her daze even as he opened up his laptop. He stared at it, for a moment, then looked over his shoulder, guiltily.

Buffy moved away, breathing heavily.

God, she thought. What did I just do? I just….

Buffy shook her head. She didn’t. She hadn’t. This had never happened. But then she heard a soft sound coming from his room. Buffy paused. She turned to go. But then, somehow she found herself turned around and peeping in.
He was sitting on the bed, his sinewy, muscled body illuminated by the soft white glow of the laptop. Buffy saw him spit on his hand. Then he began touching himself.

Buffy felt aghast. Shocked. Disgusted. But then she realized that wasn’t all she was. She felt like she was……
Wet, she realized, looking down. Her panties were soaked. She was dripping wet.

Oh my god, she thought. I’m sick. Sick. Sick. Sick.

And still she couldn’t stop watching him. She saw his strokes lengthen, even as he bit his lip, his breathing getting heavier and heavier. She saw his adams apple bob up and down as his hand moved faster and faster. She knew what was coming. She knew she should look away. Somehow, she couldn’t. She was transfixed. All she could think of was how long it had been since she had a date. It had been so long. So many years. She clenched her thighs when she imagined having a young, huge, throbbing cock between her legs. And suddenly it wasn’t just any cock between her legs.

“William,” she heard herself say.

Oh my god, she thought, even as she opened the door and stepped inside. Did I say that? Out loud? What am I doing? It was like she had lost control of herself. William turned to look at her. His eyes were wide with fear, shock and shame. His cock was glistening with a coat of his own saliva. Quickly he grabbed a towel that hung on the chair and stood, slamming his laptop shut.

“I…I…I” he stammered. “I wasn’t….”

“You weren’t what?” Buffy said gently, shutting the door behind her.

“N.N.Nothing,” William stuttered. “I wasn’t doing anything……”

She walked up to him until she was standing right in front of him. Her eyes flickered from his towel covered waist, up his gleaming sweaty chest and onto his beautiful face.

“Don’t,” he protested when she picked up his laptop. She opened it. There were a series of pictures running in a slideshow. She was in everyone of them, sunbathing in various bikinis. She looked at him again. He had dropped his head, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“It’s okay baby,” she said, touching his face. “I’m not angry.”

“Y..Y…You’re not angry?” he said, almost gasping for air.

“I could never be mad at you,” Buffy said, gently stroking
his cheek. “I promise.”

I could cut myself on those gorgeous cheekbones, she thought, breathing in heavily. Her eyes moved to his lips. They looked so soft. His proud aquiline nose seemed to be flaring. His newly dyed shocking blonde hair was still damp from his shower. And finally, his soft blue eyes. They were warm and wet. God she loved those baby blues.

She ran her hand down his chest, her fingernails tracing a few muscles along the way. He flinched when her hand landed on his waist.

“W.W.Wait,” William stammered. Buffy smiled at his shyness, gently shooing his fingers away.

“It’s okay baby,” Buffy whispered, touching his face with her other hand as she looked deep into his eyes. “It’s just us. No one will ever know. I promise.”

And with that, she divested him of his flimsy shield and tossed it aside.

She lowered her eyes to look at him. He was beautiful, she thought. Like white translucent marble with dark veins and a prominent head. But then she noticed he was flagging. She looked back up at him to see his cheeks aflame with embarrassment and lust.

“I….I...” he stammered.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” she cooed, reassuringly. He gasped when she reached between them, gently wrapping her palm around his cock. It only took two languid strokes of her palm for him to be fully hard again.

“It’s okay baby” she said, as he shut his eyes, his body shuddering. “I’ll take care of you. Like I always have.”

And with that promise Buffy dropped down and on to her knees, wrapping her mouth around William’s cock. Her mouth moved up and down, again and again until she finally heard him gasp and groan and hiss. She could almost taste him on her tongue....

Buffy’s glazed eyes came back into focus. She was still standing by the door. William was lying on the bed, sighing deeply. She saw him reach for the tissues by the bedside and wipe himself off. And then with a small chuckle, he swung out of bed and headed for the bathroom. The sound of the shower snapped her back into reality. All she was left with were a ruined pair of panties and an overwhelming amount of shame. She fled into her room, with a throbbing pussy and a guilty conscience.

William hurried down the stairs, taking them two at a time. Quickly, he slapped the meat onto the BBQ, hoping it would be done by the time his mum came down. God, he’d completely lost track of time.

“Where’s B?” William heard a raspy, sultry voice say, as he gently prodded the meat, moving it around. William looked over.

Faith had changed into a white flowing dress that stuck to her shapely breasts and showed a healthy amount of leg. She was leaning back onto the table, as if to judge how sturdy it was for an impromptu quickie.

Christ, William thought, unable to stop his treacherous eyes from giving her the once over.

“She’ll be right down ,” William said, trying to keep his voice normal. He cursed both his raging teenage hormones and his raging stiffy.

She’s Mrs Lehane, you sod, William thought, looking away. Your Mum’s best friend. Known her all your life. Get your mind out of the gutter.

God he’s become such a hottie, Faith thought grinning. Right under my nose.

It had happened over the summer. Slowly. So imperceptibly, that Faith had barely even noticed. The earring had happened first. Then, the leather jacket two sizes too big. Buffy had freaked out when he had added a blonde dye job and a motorcycle to the mix. Not to mention the workouts every morning and evening. And before Faith knew it, she had found herself thinking about the hot young guy who lived next door. Who just happened to be her best friend’s son.

Not that I’d ever act on it, Faith thought, idly playing with her hair. Buffy means too much to me. But it’s nice to know I’ve still got it.

Faith grinned when she saw young William sneak a peek at her legs. He blushed when she caught his eye and gave him a smile, making him look away.

“Are you hungry Mrs Lehane?” William said.

“Starved,” Faith said huskily, walking towards him. “For a…big…thick…slice of…”

Faith stopped in her tracks when William fixed her with a stare, something dangerous flashing in his eyes.

“Finish that thought luv,” he purred dangerously
.
My my, Faith thought. What do we have here?

Gone was the shy young man she had only ever known. And in his place was this….magnificent young creature, full of fire and promise.

Giddy up, Faith thought.

“Hey guys,” a chipper voice said. “Let’s get a cooking. I’m starving.”

Xander, completely oblivious to the tension jumped into a comfortable lawn chair and made himself comfortable, stretching out. William and Faith blinked, as if they were released from some dark spell. The moment passed and dissipated. William turned to the BBQ and Faith picked up a magazine from the table and began flipping through it.
“Dunno why B is taking so long,” Faith remarked, after a while.

William felt relieved. The last few minutes had been uncomfortable for him. At least now he had an excuse to get away from Mrs Lehane.

“Take over Harris,” he said, wiping his hands. “I’ll go have a looksie.”

“But I’m…..” Xander said, then shook his head as William bounded away and up the stairs.

“Why does he always do that?” Xander said, shaking his head in puzzlement. He didn’t notice his mother’s eyes following his best friend out of the room.

Buffy lingered at the top of the steps. She didn’t want to go down there. Not after what had just happened. The cold shower hadn’t done a goddamn thing to help her. In fact, it rekindled an ache she hasn’t had in ages.

A nice warm body to rub up against, she had thought as she dried herself off. Even her innocent towel had not been spared. The soft fabric had felt so good against her. She couldn’t help when it lingered in certain….areas. By the time she was completely dry, she was more than just a little horny.

She had stood in front of the mirror, critically evaluating herself. Not as high. Not as firm. That’s for sure. But still. She was in fabulous shape. She could still pass for twenty five. Ish. Buffy sighed. She knew it was all downhill from here. No matter how much time and effort she took. She could only fight the ravages of time for so long.

“Maybe I should get a cat,” Buffy mused, as she moved down the steps.

William took the steps two at a time, trying to clear his hormone addled brain. She’s your mum’s best friend you sod, he thought shaking his head. Get off it.

Each of them were so wrapped up in themselves, they didn’t notice the other. Until they collided. Buffy fell back and onto the steps. William moved back, unbalanced.

Buffy’s eyes widened. In a moment he would fall. It was a long way down. Buffy’s instincts took over. With strength she didn’t even know she had, she leapt up and grabbed him and pulled him back. Buffy didn’t have a moment to sigh in relief. Now they were leaning back the other way. They were going to crash onto the heavy floorboards.

Somehow, William managed to turn them around as they fell, so that he was protected her. Buffy winced when she heard his back hit the floor with a resounding thud. She gasped when she crashed down on top of him, her body jolting as it lay flush against his.

“Sorry,” William wheezed, trying to recover his breath.
“It’s okay baby,” Buffy said breathlessly. She tried not to squirm as she lay on top of him, her body delighting in absorbing his warmth, feeling the rippling muscles move underneath her.

“Are you okay?” Buffy asked, taking a deep breath, trying to regain her senses.

“I’m fine,” William said, though she could see the pain in his eyes.

“You’re hurt,” Buffy said, using her palms to push herself up, inadvertently straddling him.

“I’m fine,” he reassured her, gritting his teeth. “I swear.”

“You’re not,” she insisted, lifting up his shirt, trying to see if there were any visible wounds. “I can tell. Now hush.”

Her eyes couldn’t help but glaze over a little as she peeled up his shirt. I’m just checking for injuries, Buffy thought, trying to justify why she was running her hand over his beautifully muscled chest.

Just checking for….

William hissed when her fingers reached the side of his stomach. Buffy bent her head to take a closer look. The skin was slightly swollen and purple.

“Oh poor baby,” Buffy cooed, placing a gentle kiss on the wound, then another. William sighed, remembering how she used to kiss his boo-boo’s away as a child. She had stopped only when he had turned into a surly teen and has insisted he was all grown up.

“Remem….” he began, intending to remind Buffy of all those times. The words died in his throat.
Her gorgeous green eyes were hooded and glazed. That shiny blonde hair was bouncing as those perfect pink lips ghosting over his stomach. And suddenly it all made sense. The taunts of the kids at school. The stares by the strange men passing by. All those thoughts he had fought to repress over the years.

She’s your mum, for Christ’s sakes! William heard himself say.

But she wasn’t. Not at this moment. Right now, she was only the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. William closed his eyes.

“I thought I lost you,” Buffy whispered, still placing soft, gentle kisses on his stomach. Her hand moving to stroke his chest, as if to reassure herself that he was still there. It lingered over his muscles, for much longer than was appropriate.

Spike opened his eyes. His hand went down to gently cup her cheek, brushing the hair off her face, making Buffy look up at him.

“You’ll never lose me,” he rasped. Buffy quivered. That deep, guttural voice sounded alien to her ears. God, she had never heard anything so sexy. And then he was sitting up, grasping her shoulders and moving her up his body so that she was straddling him.

“You’ll never lose me,” he insisted.

“Promise?” Buffy said, brushing her nose against his, looking deep into his eyes. “Promise me.”
“I promise.” he said, his eyes transfixed by her luscious pink lips.

They stayed that way. Then Spike tilted his head upwards and Buffy bent her head down, just a fraction. Their lips brushed in a kiss sweeter than sugar and softer than a feather. Their mouths stayed together for a long aching moment. Until a voice broke through.

“B,” she heard Faith’s voice scream. “Get your ass down here.”

Buffy blinked. Oh god. What was she doing?

Immediately, she pushed him away. He fell backwards, his glassy eyes reflecting confusion for a moment at the horror in her face. Until the moment passed. Then the force of what he had done, struck him to the fullest. And he felt as ghastly as she did.

“That” Buffy stuttered. She took a deep breath.

“Go to your room,” Buffy ordered. God, she needed him not to be around.

“What?” he said confused.

“Go to your room.” Buffy said furiously.

He stood up, attempting to argue, but then she slapped him. Hard. Hard enough to make her wince. She saw his face fall, but then he turned to go. Buffy almost apologized to him, but then she caught herself. She made her way down the steps and peeped out the kitchen door.

“William isn’t feeling well,” she explained. “Xan, honey, you can stay if you like?”

“No thanks,” Xander said, looking up. “I guess I’ll head out.”

“Everything okay?” Faith asked, looking up to William’s room. The shutters remained closed.

I think I freaked him out. Poor baby.

“Five by five,” Buffy said, putting on a false smile. “Bye Xander.”

“Sure thing Ms Summers,” Xander blushed, at the bright smile she gave him.

Faith rolled her eyes as her son gave her a kiss on the cheek and left.

“What?” Buffy asked.

“Sometimes,” Faith sighed. “I wonder if he’s really my kid.”

“He is,” Buffy said, in a far away voice that Faith found odd, “He’s your son.”

She looked at the expression on her friend’s face. Something was off. Faith decided she wasn’t going to pry. Not until Buffy had a drink or two in her first.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence B,” Faith laughed. Buffy snapped out of it, and casually threw a napkin in her friend’s direction.

“I wonder that too,” Buffy said. “Xander’s so well-behaved and polite. Are you sure he’s your son?”

“Positive baby,” Faith said. “Have the paternity reports and the alimony to prove it. Ask Wes.”

“What did you see in him anyway?” Buffy asked, shook her head.

“He was well-behaved and polite,” Faith replied. “Figured he’d be a freak in the sack.”

Buffy stared at her friend for a moment then burst out into laughter.

Upstairs, William stared at the ceiling. He could still taste her on his lips. He shut his eyes. He could feel her body against his. It was enough to drive him crazy. God, he knew what he was feeling was wrong. He knew it. On some level, it repulsed him. But deep down, he also wanted to taste her again.

When Buffy came downstairs later that night wearing just her lacy nightgown, she froze at the sight that greeted her in the kitchen. William was standing in front of the open refrigerator. Buffy saw his back muscles gleaming with sweat. She felt her pussy ache. The sight enraged her.

Was he doing this on purpose? Getting back at me for…earlier? The thought was enough to drive her over the edge.

“T-shirt William?” Buffy said her voice octaves higher than normal.

“It’s hot,” he said, his voice clipped.

“I don’t care,” she said. “You can’t just run around……like that.”

He turned around to look at her.

“Like what?” he asked. His voice was innocent, but his eyes weren’t. Far from it.

“Like….” she said, stepping forward to poke him in the chest. Oh god. Now she was touching him. His sweat was running onto her fingers. Sweat she wanted to lick off. “Like that……”

“Hate it do you?” he challenged.

Her nose flared. She slapped him.

“Like it, do you?” he taunted.

She slapped him again.

“Is that a yes?” he asked. This time, his voice was smug.
Infuriated, she slapped him again.

“Don’t talk to me that way,” she hissed.

“Then don’t look at me that way,” he retorted.

Buffy’s mouth opened and froze.

“I……..” she finally stuttered. “Don’t…”

He growled, grabbing her and pulling her flush against him.

“Stop,” she whispered trying to push him off her. But he simply ignored her, dragging her to the kitchen island. “William, stop.”

God, her voice sounded unconvincing, even to herself.

“Make me,” he smirked.

“We….have….to…..sto……” Buffy moaned as he picked her up and placed her onto the granite island, his mouth planting hot kisses on her neck and going down to kiss the swell of her breasts. And then he went lower.

“Ohhh…..” she gasped. “Oh Spike.”

And that was when Buffy awoke, her pussy quivering in the aftermath of a multiple orgasm. God, she wanted to scream.

The next morning…….

“Remember that guy you were telling me about?” Buffy began hesitantly.

“Which guy?” Faith said, pretending not to remember.

“You know which guy.” Buffy scowled.

“Oh you mean the one I begged you to go out with? The rich handsome one? That guy?” Faith said, leaning against her wall.

“Forget it,” Buffy mumbled, turning around to go home.

“Wait,” Faith said. Taking a deep breath. “I’ll have him call you.”

“If that’s what you want,” Buffy said, trying to play it cool.

Faith rolled her eyes, reaching for her cellphone. But then something seemed to strike her.

“What changed in the last week?” Faith asked. “You seemed pretty sure you weren’t interested.”

“No reason,” Buffy said, trying to keep her voice level. “I just….figure it’s time you know. Will isn’t a child anymore. My life can’t be all about him.”

God, Buffy thought. I just need to get laid. That’s all. Just sex. That’s all it is. The lack of sex.

No, he isn’t, Faith thought lustily as she dialed the number. After their little moment at the barbeque, she had constantly been thinking about the gorgeous young man. Wondering what it would be like to…….

“Hello,” Buffy’s voice broke into Faith’s daydream. “Earth to Faith. Is anyone home?”

“Be patient,” Faith said, gesturing to the phone in her hand. “It’s ringing.”

“Hello,” a pleasant male voice said.

“Hey,” Faith said. “You free tonight?”

“For you?” the voice said, chuckling. “Always.”

“And for Buffy?” Faith teased.

The person on the other line broke into a wide smile.

“I’ll pick her up at 8,” he said, before hanging up.

“Eight a clock B,” Faith said. “Dress sexy.”

“Thanks Faith,” Buffy said. “I owe you.”

“Have fun,” Faith said, as Buffy gave her a hug and turned to go.

Poor William’s going to be all alone tonight, Faith thought. Might get lonely.

“B,” Faith called.

“Yeah?” Buffy said, lingering at the door.

Faith wrestled with her conscience for a moment.

“Stay out all night and we’re even,” Faith said.

“That’s not going to be a problem,” Buffy said giving her friend a mock salute on the way out. “Trust me.”

Buffy’s son, Faith thought, sighing. He’s Buffy’s son.

But then the idea of seducing William hit Faith again. It was overpowering. It was intoxicating. It was delicious. And Faith knew she wasn’t strong enough to resist temptation.

Sorry B, Faith thought. What you’ll never know….won’t hurt you.

William sat askew in his lazyboy, watching the movie with a bored expression. He fidgeted nervously. He hadn’t seen Buffy all day. It was like she was avoiding him. To be fair, he wasn’t too keen on seeing her either. Not after what had happened yesterday.

Jesus, William thought, as he shut his eyes and groaned. He couldn’t get the image out of his head. The one where she was looking up at him as her pink lips formed a perfect O, planting kisses on his chest. The same sweet lips that had brushed his for just the fleetest of moments.

William licked his lips, as if he still expected to taste her sugary sweetness. God, he had stayed up half the night licking his lips. Over and over and over again. Then he had imagined those lips running down his chest until they were poised over his…..

The doorbell interrupted his musings. He glanced at the clock. It was nearly 8. Who could that be?
“Could you get the door please?” he heard Buffy yell from upstairs. “Will. The door.”


William bounded over to the door, looking through the peephole. It was some bloke he’d never seen before. He looked upstairs, then opened the door.

“I er….” the tall, well-dressed, brown-haired man said, glancing inside. “I’m looking for Buffy Finn?”

“And you are?” William said, hanging in the doorway, trying to block as much as he could of the view.

“Parker,” he heard his mum say in a high pitched cheerful voice, before she gently pushed William aside.

“Hi.”
William didn’t like this one bit. Not only was Buffy smiling, but she was all dolled-up for a night out on the town.

Nice, Buffy thought as she sized up her date. Good one Faithey.

“Can I come in?” Parker said.

“Look mate,” William began, but Buffy cut him off.

“Actually,” Buffy said, gently touching Parker on the arm. “I’ve been dying to get out of this stuffy old house.”

“Let’s go,” Parker said, extending his arm.
“Don’t wait up honey,” Buffy said, barely glancing at William and quickly shutting the door.

William felt a surge of jealousy go through him. Unlike anything he had ever felt. He stepped over to the window and watched them get into his expensive sportscar and drive away, balling his fists in anger.

Faith watched Buffy and Parker drive away. She checked her oven. She’d made sure to send Xander away for a sleepover with his dad. The pizza was nearly done. All she had to do was change for the occassion.

“Pizza first,” Faith mused aloud. “A young man needs to keep up his strength.”

If this was going to be a one night thing, Faith wanted it to be a long, memorable night. Faith picked up the phone and dialled Buffy’s number.

“Hello,” she heard a rough voice say.

Poor baby’s upset, Faith thought.

“It’s Faith,” she said. “You okay baby?”

“Fine,” he said gruffly. “How did you???”

“Buffy told me about her big date,” Faith said. “I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

The silence on the other end told Faith what she wanted to know.

“Why don’t you come over?” Faith said, trying to keep her voice neutral. “I made pizza.”

“I’m not hungry,” William said gruffly. “Night.”

And he hung up the phone. Faith frowned. He wasn’t going to make this easy. Nothing worth doing is ever easy, Faith thought with a wicked smile. And he was definitely worth doing.

A half hour later, Faith was knocking on his door.

“Mrs Lehane,” William said, blinking. God, she looked stunning. She was wearing a casual black top emphasized her cleavage and a red skirt that drew attention to her curvaceous legs.

“Hey baby,” Faith said, smiling knowingly at the expression on his face. “See something you like?”
“I…..” William blushed. God, he’d been staring at her breasts.

“I wasn’t…”

“Wasn’t going to give me a hand?” Faith said, gesturing to the pizza boxes in her arm. “That’s not very nice.”

“Oh right,” William said, taking them from her, then. “Umm…would you like to…”

Cum, Faith thought deliciously. I’d love to.

“Thanks,” Faith said, entering the house, leaning on the kitchen island, prominently displaying her bum. The brunette held her position for a long moment, until she was sure William’s eyes were glued to her ass.

Then, satisfied, Faith turned around, only for William to look away hurriedly.

“Are you okay baby?” Faith said, touching his arm.

“Fine,” William said, flinching as if he had been burnt. He nearly dropped the pizza.

Faith sighed inwards. She was going to have to be gentle.
“Come on,” she said, heading into the living room and flopping down on the couch. “Let’s eat.”

William followed, trying to keep his eyes off her.

“Not really hungry,” he groused, sitting lazily on the chair.

“You’re upset,” Faith said carefully.

He didn’t answer, just stared off into space.

“Listen baby,” Faith said gently. “Buffy’s a big girl. She can take care of herself.”

“Not her I’m worried about,” he snarled.

Faith gave a small chuckle, which earned her a glare from him.

That’s it, she thought. The fire. The passion she’d seen earlier. She just had to fan the flames. Not much. Just a little. Enough to get him going.

“He’s a good guy,” Faith cajoled. “Trust me. Buffy’s in safe hands.”

Faith saw William’s jaw tighten. She knew he was thinking about Parker’s hands all over Buffy. Just a little push, Faith thought.

“I know you don’t wanna hear this,” Faith said, as if she were about to let him in on a secret. “But Buffy has needs.”

William shot her a warning look that told her he didn’t want to hear anymore.

Showtime, Faith thought, letting a moment hang in the air.

“I have needs,” Faith said softly.“Gets lonely sometimes.”

William froze. Did she just say that? Or had he imagined it. But then he saw Faith’s hand stroke the empty space besides her. And despite the warning bells that sounded in William’s head, he found himself moving to sit by her side as Faith played with her hair in a way she knew drove men wild.

“Are you?” Spike asked, in a deeply masculine voice. “Lonely, I mean?”

Faith found herself drawn in by his sparkling blue eyes. Gone was the fumbling, embarrassed boy. This was a man. Faith decided to play the damsel in distress card. Men loved that.

“It’s just…” Faith sighed, dropping her eyes, stroking her legs with her own hands to bring his attention to them. “Hard, ya know.”

“Hard,” Spike said roughly, as his glazed eyes following her hands down her beautifully sculpted legs. “Yeah. Hard”
Very very hard, Spike thought

“I mean,” Faith said, “Guys used to hit on me all the time. But now….”

She looked at him then, her voice and expression hinting at vulnerability. The look on his face told her it was time.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Faith asked, her voice trailing off. “I mean….I know I used to be….”

“God,” Spike mumbled, his eyes darting from her luscious red lips to glance appreciatively at her decollatage . “I think you’re bloody gorgeous luv. What man wouldn’t want you?”

“You’re so….” Faith said, touching his arm lightly with her palm. “Sweet.”

Sweet, Spike thought. Yeah. Her lips looked sugary sweet. He just had to know how sweet she tasted.

Their eyes met and held, silently agreeing to what they both knew was going to happen. Faith stayed where she was, gently biting her plump, lower lip. Spike began leaning in to kiss her.

That’s right, Faith thought. Come here baby. Let me take care of you.

Faith wanted, no, needed him to come to her. That way, she would have had all the power.

Don’t worry B, Faith thought. I’ll be gentle with him. At first.

William was undeniably the hottest young stud Faith had ever seen, but the fact that he was Buffy’s son—her best friend’s son—just the thought of it had made her wetter than she’d ever been. And now that this was happening…it was all she could do to stop herself from jumping him on the expensive Suede couch.

Not yet, she reminded herself. That would only scare him off. But later, Faith thought. Definitely later.

For now, the plan was for him to take the lead. At least for the first time. Faith would guide him along the way, suggesting they go upstairs, soothing his anxieties and telling him exactly what he needed to hear. And when he had finished, Faith would tell him what a magnificent lover he was and how she had never been so satisfied. And then, in the afterglow of his orgasm, Faith would ask him if he minded if she took the lead. And that’s when the real fun would begin.

In the instant Faith had taken to fully form her plan for the rest of the long night, Spike had leant in close enough for her to see the the iris of his eyes. His mouth looked softer than it had any right to.

Despite his rational brain screaming at him to stop what he was doing, Spike’s raging hormones wouldn’t take no for an answer. Nothing mattered. Not his newly complicated feelings for Buffy. Nor Faith’s friendship with Buffy or his friendship with Xander. In fact, the last two thoughts only seemed to give release to some dark energy within him. He felt ashamed at what he was about to do, but not nearly enough to stop.

Their breaths mingled. Faith’s eyes dropped to his lips, then back down to hers. She pouted her lips slightly, emphasizing once again, the treasure that was on offer.

And then Spike closed the distance between them, locking their lips in a soft, sweet embrace.

Buffy couldn’t believe how fast things had gone downhill. The table at the restaurant Parker had booked wasn’t free. Buffy hadn’t minded having to wait, but Parker had bitched about it for the last twenty minutes, muttering under his breath. And then when they had finally got a table, Parker had been unbearably rude to the poor waitress.

And then he hadn’t even asked Buffy what she’d wanted. He’d simply told her to sit there and look pretty as he ordered for the both of them. That had dropped her jaw. And now, as they were sharing wine, she couldn’t help but notice the smirk on his face or the glazed look in his eyes as he spoke about how his newest holiday home and how much money he’d made last year. Now all she wanted was to get away from him as far as possible.

“You know,” Parker said, leaning forward. “I have a standing room at the Ritz.”

Creepazoid, Buffy thought, keeping a frozen smile in place.

“Uh-huh?” Buffy said, trying to pretend she didn’t understand. “That’s nice.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Parker suggested.

“But we haven’t even had dinner,” Buffy said weakly, trying to make light of the come-on.

“I’d be happy to buy you breakfast in the morning,” Parker said, giving her what he thought was a winning smile. It looked more like a lecherous grin. “If you earn it.”

Ogre, Buffy thought, her smile widening so hard it hurt.

“Ummmm,” Buffy said sitting up, “would you excuse me a moment?”

“I hate to see you go,” Parker said, shaking his head as he took a languid sip of wine. “But I love to watch you walk away baby.”

Buffy’s smile faltered slightly, but she held her nerve, turning around and trying not to run. Meanwhile, Parker admired her ass, picturing what she’d look like face down in his bed as he took her from behind.

Buffy grabbed her cellphone out of her purse and tried Faith’s number. The phone went to voicemail. Buffy groaned. Now she’d had have to find a cab. She’d text Parker saying there was an emergency and she had to run. After she’d gotten halfway home.

Buffy slipped out of the side entrance of the hotel and began scouring for a cab. After a couple of minutes of no luck, Buffy let out a little howl.

“Faith” Buffy growled, “I could just kill you.”

Back at the Summer’s home

Mmmmm, Faith thought. Buffy’s going to kill me.

Faith and William’s lips smacked together sweetly. Gently. Loudly. It was everything a first kiss should be. Tender. Slightly hesitant. A kiss that promised much. A kiss that would be a secret. Their secret.

Faith was beyond impressed. She’d expected the young man to be crude. To try to devour her mouth, like he was eating a box of KFC. But William had kept his lips feather soft.

Faith found herself being being picked up by William. She ran her hand across his chest, slipping under his shirt. Faith delighting in feeling his strength, enjoying how those hard muscles flexed under her touch, then found herself being maneuvered into sitting across his lap. And all the while William managed never to break the contact of their mouths
Damn. Faith thought as she slipped her hand around his neck and played with the base of his hair. The boy has skills.

‘Mmmm’ Faith gasped when she felt his hardness nestled against her bum. Oh he was a big boy. And rock hard.
This is going to be so much fun, she thought wickedly.
With great reluctance, Faith pulled back her head, separating their mouths. Faith tried not to moan when she saw him licking his own sensual lips, wanting to keep tasting her. William’s eyes were glassy and he came bent his head forward as if on auto-pilot. At the last moment, Faith raised her head, avoiding his mouth. God she needed a moment to clear her head. Give her a moment to think on how to play this. Still, she stroked his face, offering him her neck. William gratefully accepted, his mouth laying hot kisses upto her flesh.

“Baby,” Faith whispered, trying to mix want with feigned reluctance. “We….shouldn’t….”

That’s it, she thought. Deny him. It’ll only make him want this more.

Faith looked down to see his beautiful jaw tense up as he planted a kiss on her neck. In the pause that followed that admission on his part, Faith wondered if she’d played the wrong hand. But then she upped the ante.

“But I want to,” Faith admitted. She let her fingers stroke that statue-esque jaw. “God I want you so much.”

Spike couldn’t think straight. This beautiful gorgeous woman wanted him? Him? Jesus Christ. High school him would have had a heart attack and died by now. But this wasn’t high school and he wasn’t poor little William anymore.
“Do you,” Faith asked, raising his chin so that their eyes could meet again. “Want to?”

Spike was lost. Hopelessly lost to his young raging hormones. This freaking goddess wanted him. His mother’s best friend. His best friend’s mother. The type of situation that only ever occurred in the wildest fantasies of young men everywhere had just dropped into his lap. What the hell was he supposed to say? No?

Faith read the want in his eyes. But still she waited. Waited as he considered it. Waited until she saw the gears shifting in his head. Saw a slight smirk form on his lips as he considered his answer. Faith knew she had him when his hands began to slide up her smooth legs once again, pausing to caress and massage her thighs.

“Not here,” Faith said, pushing away his hands away when he began tugging at her panties.

As slutty as Faith was, she wasn’t about to do it on a suede couch. At least not the first time, she thought eyeing the furniture, envisioning certain….possibilities. Maybe later.
Faith softened the blow by rubbing her bottom against his groin, then lifting up and placing his hands on her ass.

“Upstairs,” she said, as he fondled her pretty pert ass, with a wolfish leer, no doubt already looking forward to doing wonderfully naughty things to her rump. “In a nice soft bed.”

“Right then,” Spike said, smacking her ass, making her yelp with delight. Faith pondered his quick transformation from the shy boy to this…..man.

Meanwhile Spike quickly picked her up and carried her all the way to the top of the stairs.

“Easy tiger,” Faith said stroking his chest, as he walked down the hallway. “We have all night. Let’s take it nice and slow.”

Faith frowned when she saw an uneasy look cross Spike’s face. She looked back to see they were in front of Buffy’s bedroom.

Thinking quickly, Faith smashed her mouth against Spike’s, swallowing him into a long steamy kiss. Their mouths froze into place when they heard the door slam loudly.

“Argh,” Buffy sighed loudly, flopping down on the couch. “What a goddamn night.”

Faith and Spike’s mouths separated with a wet plop, each of their eyes wider than the other. Faith saw ‘Spike’ fade away as panick clouded his eyes. William put Faith down, then frantically gestured for her to go. Faith raised a questioning hand, pointing out that the stairs were the only exit available.

Bathroom, he mouthed. William tried to open the door as gently as possible, but winced when he heard a loud creak. Faith giggled, but made her way into the bathroom quickly at the sound of Buffy’s voice.

“Will?” Buffy said loudly, for the first time noticing the pizza and pepsi. She placed a hand to the pizza, noting how it was still warm.

“Yeah,” he called gruffly, heading to the top of the stairs.

“Do we have company?” Buffy asked, her voice sounding tired.

“Xander was over here,” William lied. “He’s gone now.”

The thought of Xander further embarassed and shamed William.

Buffy frowned. Xander leaving without finishing the pizza? He must be coming down with something, she thought.

“Good,” Buffy sighed. “Then I can eat all the pizza.”

“Help yourself,” William said.

Buffy grabbed the entire pizza box, then made her way up the stairs.

William retreated at the sound of her footsteps, until he was halfway into his own room.

“How was your night?” Buffy called as she saw the door close.

“Fine,” William said, squirming, glad she couldn’t see his face.

Buffy opened her mouth to say something further, but then shook her head.

Forget it, she thought. Buffy opened her door and went into her room, still munching on the pizza.

“You have to go,” William whispered frantically, motioning Faith out of the bathroom.

“Sure you don’t have time for a quickie?” Faith teased, her voice a whisper. William’s eyes widened with alarm.

Adorably so, Faith thought.

“Just kidding baby,” she said, touching his cheek. “Wanna take my time with you.”

“This was a mistake,” William said, gently grasping her wrist and bringing it back to her. “Okay? This never happened.”

“Fine,” Faith said, rolling her eyes.

Yeah right. I’m not going to give up that easy.

“You have to go,” William said again. “Now.”

“Kiss me goodbye first?” Faith said, coquettishly. “Please?”

“No,” William whispered. “Go.”

Quickly he grasped Faith’s wrist and opened the door. This time, thankfully it didn’t creak. William let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and quickly guided Faith down past Buffy’s room and onto the staircase.

Wanna come over to my place? Faith mouthed.

Go, William gestured, nervously looking back at the still closed room.

Faith blew William a kiss, then descended the stairs. William looked back with trepidation, as he heard the front door gently click into place. No reaction from Buffy’s room. He sighed, then decided to play it safe. He descended to the living room, then locked both the front door and the back door.

Faith isn’t going to be sneaking back in here, he thought. Not with Buffy in the house.

Letting out an exhausted breath, William went to the downstairs bathroom, then brushed his teeth properly. He wanted to forget this had ever happened. Wanted the taste of the brunette out of his mouth. Finally William climbed the stairs, running his hands through his hair. He walked down the long corridor, then paused in front of Buffy’s room.

Buffy sat on the bed, chewing on the half cold pizza, sipping her second glass of wine. She’d taken off her dress, but hadn’t had the energy to take off her make-up. Nor did she want to, considering how perfect her face looked and how much time and effort had gone into it. Now Buffy stared at herself in the mirror, critically evaluating herself. She’d also changed a luxurious white silken nightie that was wonderfully breezy and felt soft against her skin.

“Well,” she said finally. “At least I still have my looks.”

For now, she thought darkly, before sighing deeply. God, what a night. This was not how I hoped it would end. Then the thought of what she had originally hoped for struck her and she felt like she wanted to vomit.

“Parker,” Buffy said distastefully. “God.”

Buffy glanced towards her door, noticing a shadow underneath it, just standing there. Buffy’s eyes grew wide as a horrific thought struck her.

Oh god. It couldn’t be Parker could it?

“William?” she called nervously.

“Yes?” he said.

God, she thought. Why did I do that? Of course it wouldn’t be Parker. Who else would it be other than William?

Outside William winced. He’d just been standing there, party concerned, but with all sorts of perverted thoughts running through his head.

Buffy looked at herself in the mirror. The nightie wasn’t scandalous. At most, it showed just a hint of cleavage. It cut off at her thigh, but not an inordinate amount of leg. Nothing she hadn’t worn around the house while making breakfast a hundred times before.

We need to talk, Buffy reasoned. The sooner the better.
She took another sip of wine, letting the spirit dull her sense of danger.

“Come in,” Buffy said.

William walked in warily He found Buffy on the bed, in her favourite white nightie, a glass of wine in her hand. William had seen her wearing this a million times, but this felt different. His eyes were instantly drawn to just the hint of golden breasts peeking out from the very top of the outfit. His mouth watered at the sight, and he forced himself to avert his eyes.

Sick mate, he thought. Sick sick sick.

Still, he couldn’t help but glance at her long golden legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Still wearing her ‘fuck me’ pumps, he noted as his eyes ran up her sculpted smooth legs. His cock hardened beyond belief at the thought of spreading those beautifully legs and supping from what lay between, before wrapping them around his waist and letting her ride him. William grit his teeth, trying to reign in his clearly out of control hormones.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

My William, Buffy thought sighing a little. She cocked her head, taking in the sight of him standing before her, looking away from her. Buffy blinked when she noticed how his T-shirt was clinging to his chest, outlining his very well defined muscles. How beautifully blue his eyes were. His shockingly platinum hair. Those sculpted cheeks. That aquiline nose. Those soft looking lips. Unbidden, her eyes dropped down, noticing how tightly the denim clung to the front of him. The memory of Buffy’s original sin flashed before her eyes. Of her seeing him standing there, in all his glory, naked in front of a full length mirror, still wet from the shower.

Buffy bit her lip when she remembered those hard as steel abs, his firm looking ass, his slender hips. And then she remembered him turning and her eyes were where they should never have been. She took in a slight breath when she remembered her eyes pouring lustfully over his magnificent cock.

Suddenly it hit her with the force of a ten ton truck. Oh my god, she thought. I’m attracted to him. I’m attracted to William. My son! The thought horrified her. Appalled her. Terrified her. Alarmed her. Scandalized her. Aroused her.
Wait, Buffy thought. What was that last one? She took a moment to register the familiar tingling sensation that was running through her body, like the after shocks of an earthquake.

No, she thought. I can’t want him. It’s wrong. It’s unnatural.
Buffy responded to her base emotions by trying to drown it out with another long sip of wine. It had the opposite effect of what was intended, inflaming her ardour instead.
Then Buffy noticed his beautiful blue eyes on her breasts. They looked hungry. She saw his mouth open and his tongue flickering against his lips before his gaze shifted down to her heels. She saw his eyes change colour from blue to almost black as they ran up her legs, then settled on what lay between them. The look he gave her sent a supercharged shock of electricity straight to her quim, almost shortcircuiting any active brain cells.

He wants me, Buffy thought in a daze. William. My son wants me.

Buffy took a deep breath and emptied her wine glass. Okay, Buffy thought. Get a grip. Put an end to this right now. This ends now.

“Come here baby,” Buffy said, patting the space by her side. “Sit with me. Let’s talk.”

William tamely took a seat by her side, as they avoided each other’s eyes. Buffy took a moment to try to tame herself.

“Look,” she said. “I know things have been…..a bit weird lately.”

“Yeah,” William said, still not looking at her.

Buffy tried. She really tried. But at the last moment she chickened out. Like the chicken she was.

“But,” Buffy blustered. “It doesn’t mean anything. I mean….weird stuff just happens sometimes. That’s life. Life is weird.”

“We just have to be…..” Buffy continued. “More…you know….aware now. Of things. Cut things off before they happen.”

“Yeah,” William said. “We do.”

Buffy knew this was just a band-aid, but she couldn’t bring herself to deal with the actual problem.

I want my son Buffy thought. And he wants me. Where the hell is that book on parenting?

“So how was your date?” William asked sullenly. He knew the moment he said it, he shouldn’t have. The tension further racheted up a notch.

“Awful,” Buffy said, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m never dating again.”
“Good,” William said, with a little too much force. “Because I don’t want to share you. Ever.”

“Oh baby,” Buffy said, reaching out to touch his cheek. God. He was really upset. “You’ll never have to share me.”

So beautiful, Buffy thought. My beautiful William. Suddenly, her finger had dropped down and her hand was on his chest, enjoying the feel of his muscles on her palm.

“Promise?” William said.

“I promise,” Buffy said, turning his face so that he looked at her.

Buffy’s heart sped up wildly at the savage possessiveness in his eyes. Who was this creature?

“You’re mine?” Spike asked, his blue eyes holding her green ones. Buffy felt entranced by the depth of those cerulean eyes. Captivated by his look. She nodded, as if in a daze.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you’re mine.”

Buffy knew she shouldn’t. That she should stop this. Deep down, she knew.

“Yours,” she said, her voice quivering with need. “And you’re mine.”

Alarm bells went off in each of their heads, but the heady look they were sharing began blocking it out. As they began leaning in towards each other, the world began to recede. Darkness enveloped everything, snuffing out everything else until the only thing that existed was this room. Then this bed. Then just the two of them and their raw, primal, pulsating need and their mouths ghosting.

“Just us,” Buffy whispered.

And with that declaration, their lips met and held for what seemed like an eternity.