Banner by Noaluvjames
Chapter 11
Little things slowly pierced Buffy’s awareness
as she lay there, held tight in William’s arms: the sound of thunder and
lightning, in addition to the pounding rain, taking place outside the cave, the
crackling of the fire as it heated her bare backside, the hard ground they both
were currently sprawled naked upon but were too sated to care, the feel of his
fingers trailing up and down her back causing gooseflesh to break out along her
arms. She closed her eyes and snuggled closer to his hard chest, smashing her
breasts flush against him.
He sighed and held her even tighter, afraid that if he didn’t do so, she would
slip away from him. Afraid that she’d come to regret what they had done as the
heat of the moment faded and reality began to intrude.
Regret happened to be the furthest thing from his mind as William held her body
close to his, nuzzling her hair with his nose. He couldn’t say when he had
ever felt this relaxed. Even though they had just recently met, it had seemed
as if their bodies had always known each other…coming together in a dance lovers
had been perfecting for eons. They were ideally matched in every way and he
never wanted to let her go.
They held each other, too worried to give voice to this sudden change in their
relationship, as if to say anything would suddenly break whatever spell that had
been spun around them. For now, they did nothing…just listened to the sound of
the rain as it continued to beat against the ground. The fire kept them warm
while they cuddled together, naked in each other’s arms.
~*~*~*~*~
As with all things, the pounding rain finally slacked off before settling on a
slight drizzle. William glanced down at Buffy and noticed that she had drifted
off to sleep, curled trustingly in his arms. Not wanting to wake her, but
needing to check on the status of their clothes, he gently eased out from under
her. She moaned softly in her sleep but didn’t awaken.
He retrieved his damp jeans from where he had discarded them earlier and slipped
them over his lean legs, grimacing a bit as the cold, wet material covered his
groin. He crossed to where Buffy’s clothes lay, hopefully drying on the rock.
He fingered her undergarments and notice that the heat from the fire had
completely dried them; her shirt also happened to be dry. Her jeans were still
slightly damp, but would be alright for her to wear. Besides, it was still drizzling
out, so her clothes were bound to get wet again, anyway.
William grabbed his shirt off of the rock and drew it over his head. Leaning
against the rock for support, he grabbed socks and shoes and put them on as well.
Then he jogged to the cave’s entrance to take a look outside.
Dark clouds loomed on the horizon, but if they hurried, they could make it back
up the trail that led to his Land Rover before the storm picked up force again.
They just needed to leave…and soon. Disappointment churned in his stomach when
he realized that he would have to wake Buffy up and rush to get her dressed so
that they could beat the rain.
Personally, he would have liked nothing better than to spend more time with her,
perhaps exploring her body more leisurely. But, Mother Nature was not to be
reckoned with, and he didn’t fancy spending the night in a damp, dark cave in
cold, wet clothes.
He hurried back to Buffy, grabbing her clothes off the rock along the way, and
knelt beside her. William laid her clothes aside so he could pull her up in his arms,
brushing off some of the sand that still clung to her bare skin. She moaned in
her sleep and curled trustingly in his embrace.
“Buffy, luv, ya gotta wake up,” he told her, pushing her hair back from her
face as he spoke. Her hair had started to dry in stringy strands against her face. She
looked like a drowned rat, but rather than looking horrible, she just managed to
look adorable.
“Hmmmm….” she moaned, still half-asleep.
“We’ve got to get out of here. There’s a lull in the storm and if we hurry, we
can make it back up the trail to the Land Rover before we’re bombarded again.”
He watched as her eyes opened, a slight frown marring her features as she
concentrated on his words. He knew the moment she realized where she was and
that she lay naked in his arm. Her eyes grew wide as her mouth formed a perfect
little “o” as if wanting to say something but couldn’t quite get the words to
spring forth from her lips. Her pliant body that was lying so trustingly
nestled against his chest suddenly grew stiff and unyielding.
He tried to dispel her rising panic by leaning down and lightly kissing her
parted lips.
As his lips roamed back and forth over hers, Buffy lay stiff in his arms, unsure
how to act in the aftermath of what they had done. Then, reason deserted her
and
she succumbed to the pleasure of his mouth on hers.
William tore his mouth from hers before their kiss got out of hand, leaning his
forehead against her own, he breathed deeply to bring his raging desire under
control. He was so close to chucking his good intentions to the wind and
staying right there, Buffy held tight in his arms. It was only the thought of
the two of them being back in their cottage and warm that managed to force him
to climb reluctantly to his feet. When he had regained his footing, he released
his grip under her legs allowing Buffy to stand up shakily next to him.
She seemed suddenly self-conscious in her nudity, probably because he was
already dressed and ready to go. Her arms shifted in front of her in a
half-hearted attempt to cover herself. When he was assured that she could stand
on her own, William released her to reach down and grab her clothes from where
he had dropped them a moment ago. He handed Buffy her undergarments and
heard her
sigh in relief when she realized they were dry.
With her bra and panties securely in place, Buffy felt a little less… exposed
now. She quickly donned the rest of her clothes and moved to get her camera
from the rock where she had placed it earlier.
“Why don’t you go up towards the opening so that I can put out the fire? It’s
going to get fairly dark in here.”
“Ok,” she said softly before turning towards the mouth of the cave.
Behind her, William set about extinguishing the fire he had made,
making sure there was no chance it could flare back up after they left. When
the fire was out, plunging the cave in darkness, he reached into his pocket and
extracted his lighter. He flicked it on, allowing the small flame to light his
way back towards the exit.
When he caught up with Buffy, he closed the top of his lighter and slipped
it into his pocket then snagged Buffy’s hand. Eyeing the clouds in the
distance, William led the way towards the path that would return them to their
vehicle. The two half-walked, half-jogged up the path that took them back to
King Arthur’s Castle ruins.
As he had figured, there was no sign of anybody left at the site. They quickly
crossed the ruins before descending the path on the other side of the cliff that
led back towards the waterfall and his car.
~*~*~*~*~
He started the engine and immediately turned the heater on full blast. The
parking lot was deserted, all of the tourists and employees having long since
gone home. The silence was deafening and William could practically feel Buffy
drawing in on herself. It was the last thing he wanted to happen.
Throwing caution to the wind, he turned in his seat to face her. She sat,
staring straight ahead, practically refusing to look at him.
“Buffy?” he called softly. He watched as she flinched at her name being
called. ‘Not good, mate.’
“Luv?” He reached out to cup her face, determined to get her to look at him.
He’d sit here all night if he had to, but he refused to let her regret what they
had done. He had plans to finish what they started back at either her cottage
or his – it didn’t matter to him, as long as they both ended up in the same bed
together.
He managed to get her face pointed in his direction, but she still wasn’t
looking at him. Her eyes were downcast, refusing to make eye contact with him.
“Look at me, pet,” he softly cajoled.
Reluctantly, her eyelids lifted, revealing the tears shimmering in her eyes.
“I…” she began, but could get no further.
“Shhh…” he whispered as he halted her words by placing his thumb over her parted
lips. “It’s ok, luv. No regrets, alright?”
Buffy didn’t say anything…couldn’t say anything around the lump in her
throat…just nodded as she gazed into the fathomless blue orbs that silently
willed her to agree with him.
She watched as his serious expression gave way to boyish delight at her
capitulation. The smile gracing his face made him appear years younger than he
probably
was.
‘With a face and smile like that, he should be on TV,’ she thought silently.
“What say we get home and get some dinner, yes?” he asked, his expression
hopeful.
Buffy stared at him a moment, before throwing caution to the wind and nodding
once more, unwilling for their time together to end. She watched his grin
grow – if possible – even wider. And, was that relief she saw in his eyes?
He released her face and turned back in his seat so that he could put the car in
gear. Back on the road towards their cottages, he slipped his hand in hers. He
brought their joined hand to his lips so that he could kiss her knuckles before
lowering it to rest on his thigh. Buffy snuggled back in her seat, letting the
heat from the vents warm her.
‘Are you crazy?’ her inner voice demanded.
‘Maybe…probably. But, for once, I’m just going to enjoy myself,’ she argued
back.
‘You’re going to get hurt.’
‘So, I’ll get hurt. I’m tired of living my life cut off from every one I meet.
It’s time I spread my wings…and if they get singed…hey, at least I’m trying.’
‘I’m just trying to protect you…’
‘Yeah, but at what cost? Believe me, I have no illusions that this thing with
William is going to go anywhere. It’s just a vacation romance for both of
us…and it’s been so long. I just need some…affection…I guess you could say.’
‘Keep telling yourself that, kid-o. Your heart is already involved. Do you
think you would have slept with him if it weren’t?’
Buffy had no answer to that. And, unfortunately, she feared her inner voice was
right. Her heart was already involved. Ignoring the sudden pain that
realization caused, she pushed it to the back of her mind refusing to dwell on
it. She’d take the remainder of this week with William and stockpile the
memories to pull out later, once she was back in the states and in school. She
had no delusions anything would come of this…thing she had with William. All
she could do was guard her heart as best she could and enjoy the time she did
have with him.
~*~*~*~*~
The storm caught up with them just as William pulled back into Crackington
Haven. Glancing at his watch and noting the time he asked Buffy if she’d rather
that they grabbed a quick bite at the pub instead of cooking something in the
cottage.
“Huh?” she asked, pulled from her silent musings.
“I asked if you’d rather just grab a bite to eat at the pub.”
“Sure. That’s fine. Do you think Jake could make it to go? I don’t see myself
sitting in a booth in wet jeans.”
“Good idea, pet. You want to wait here while I order?” Her pleased sigh was
his answer.
~*~*~*~*~
The pub was fairly quiet – probably due to the nasty weather – when William
stepped inside. His eyes landed on Jake and he thought he saw a moment of
relief in his eyes before it was quickly hidden.
“Will! Come in, come in!”
“Hey, Jake,” he replied as he walked up to the bar. “Think I can get a couple
of orders of fish and chips to go?”
“Certainly, certainly. I’ll be right back.” Jake walked from behind the
counter to place Will’s order with the kitchen. He was back in a flash and setting
a pint of Will’s usual on the bar as he waited for his meal to cook.
William didn’t object to the beer, and took a long swallow from the glass.
Outside, the rain had picked up again and the two listened as it pounded down on
the roof of the pub.
“It’s raining cats and dogs out there. Hope your sightseeing wasn’t ruined.”
“Nah…although, we did get caught in a cave for a while. My fault…wasn’t paying
attention to the skies when we started exploring.”
“Ahhhh…Buffy ok?”
“Yeah. She’s waiting out in the car.” William indicated his slightly damp
clothes. “We got a little wet on the return trip back to the car. She didn’t
want to have to sit in here in wet clothes while we ate dinner.”
“I can understand that. Lemme see if your dinner is ready. You go ahead and
finish up there. Can’t keep the lady waiting, now can we?” Jake gave him a
wink then sauntered off towards the kitchen.
A few minutes later, Jake came back with a brown paper bag holding their
dinner. Mumbling his thanks, William took it and moved towards the door.
“Put it on my tab, and I’ll be in tomorrow to settle up again.”
“Ok. Have a good night, Will,” he replied as he waved the younger man away.
“Tell Buffy hello for me.”
“I will. Goodnight, Jake!”
He paused in the open doorway and shook his head at the downpour. Realizing
that he was bound to get drenched again, he sighed and darted out into the
rain. His hair was plastered against his head by the time he got the door
open. He passed their dinner to Buffy to let her hold while he navigated
the short distance to their cottages.
William parked in the designated parking area and shut off the engine. Taking
the bag from Buffy he asked, “Your place or mine?”
“Mine,” she replied without thinking. Besides, it was closer.
“Ok, ready?” She nodded, grabbing her key out of her pocket. Simultaneously,
they opened their doors and made a mad dash in the rain to her front door. It
didn’t matter how fast they ran, both were thoroughly drenched by the time they
reached her doorstep. Buffy had left her camera in his car, keeping it safe
from the rain.
She slipped the key in the lock and turned it, allowing the door to swing
inward. Both stepped inside and Buffy turned to shut the door. William walked
into the living area and set the bag down in one of the chairs.
“I’ll get a fire going. Why don’t you get out of those wet clothes?” Buffy
didn’t need to be told twice.
“I’ll just be a moment,” she called as she rushed upstairs.
William removed his sopping shirt and allowed it to drape over the fireplace
tools. Before long, his damp chest was drying from the blazing heat of the
flame. A few minutes later, Buffy joined him. She had changed into a pair of
green sweats and a matching sweatshirt. Her wet hair was pulled back in a
ponytail; fuzzy slippers adorned her feet.
He reached out his hand to her and she took it, allowing herself to be led in
front of the fire so that they could sit before it and eat. William had laid
out their meals in front of the fireplace, figuring it would probably aid them
in getting rid of the chill that had seeped into their bones.
Neither spoke as they ate, both too hungry to interrupt their meal for small
talk. Buffy did get up halfway through her dinner to grab something for them to
drink and to put on a pot of coffee.
When she was finished, Buffy leaned back against the brick hearth allowing the
heat from the fire to warm her back. William had finished a few moments before
her. She was suddenly feeling quite shy…as if she wasn’t sure what was going to
happen. Oh, she knew they were going to end up back in bed, of that there was
no doubt. It was just the process of getting there that had her confused.
Should she invite him upstairs? Should she wait for him to make the first
move? It had been so long, and she wasn’t quite sure how this was done.
Mentally kicking herself at her ineptness, she lifted her head to look at
William.
He was staring at her like he was a starved man and she was his meal. She
swallowed hard and attempted to speak.
Her eyes glazed over as she watched him crawl towards her, his movements
reminding her of a tiger that slowly stalked its prey. She was helpless to move
and waited for him to pounce on her.
Suddenly, he was before her, banding his arm around her back and pulling her
body flush against his hard, bare chest; his lips swooped down and claimed
hers. Her mouth parted on a gasp, and his tongue boldly thrust its way inside,
leaving no doubt in her mind how much he wanted her.