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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.

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