Banner by Noaluvjames
Banner by Noaluvjames
Chapter 12
Buffy snuggled closer to William’s warm body, as the
two lay
entwined in her bed. She was exhausted, but
in a good kind of way. The
“I-just-had-sex-all-over-the-house-before-finally-making-it-upstairs-into-the-bed”
kinda way. Since telling her conscience off, she’d literally thrown caution to the
wind and decided to enjoy her time with William.
And, the
past several hours spent getting acquainted with his body had seemed more than worth it.
She was just
moments from sleep, was currently drifting in that space between wakefulness and
slumber…lulled by the steady rise and fall of William’s chest as she curled on
her side against him, using his shoulder for a pillow. Her last thought before finally succumbing to
sleep was that she could get used to this.
~*~*~*~*~
Buffy lay on
her stomach underneath the covers, her nude body sliding sensuously within the sheets as
she stretched. She came fully awake as her
arm slid across the bed to encounter…nothing. She
woke with a start, her eyes opening quickly to take in her surroundings.
‘God,
please don’t tell me he left,’ she whimpered silently. ‘I couldn’t have been that wrong
about him.’
She sat up
in bed and clutched the sheet to her bare chest and listened for any sound in the
cottage. It was early, couldn’t be more
than six o’clock in the morning. The
sun was just starting to peek around the curtains covering the bedroom windows.
Then, she
heard it. A creak…like someone walking
barefoot up the stairs. She waited, praying
that it was William and not some noise the cottage made as it “settled.”
She
didn’t have long to wait, and a smile lit up her face as she caught a whiff of coffee
smells just before he stepped in the room.
Then, she
forgot to breathe.
Standing
before her, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans that rode low on his hips since he had
forgotten to button them, was William. In his
hands were two mugs of coffee, but Buffy quickly forgot about them as her gaze slid down
to his feet to begin a thorough inspection of the man standing before her.
She had
never thought a man’s feet could be sexy, but looking at him, well… let’s
just say: yum! Her eyes traveled up his lean
legs, encased in jeans, to where they molded his thighs.
She licked her lips in anticipation, and she watched as the bulge in his
groin became more pronounced. Buffy eyed the
opening of his button-fly jeans, her gaze fixated on the hairs playing a peek-a-boo
dance as he breathed in and out.
Her eyes
drew imaginary patterns over the hard planes of his abdomen and chest, mentally fingering
his nipples that were hardened nubs – partially because of the cold and partially
because of his growing arousal.
Her gaze
finally made it to his face, and Buffy sucked in her breath at the picture he made. His hair was mussed and sticking up on end. A look many men paid dearly to achieve, she was
sure. His head was cocked to the side,
assessing her while her eyes roved over his body. His sensuous lips quirked at her, as if
sensing her mounting desire, promising of things soon to come.
But, it was
his eyes that were her downfall. They blazed
with the passion he was desperately holding in check.
At one word, one tiny signal from her and he’d make good on the promise
shining in their depths. She swallowed the
lump forming in her throat, pushing aside the melancholy thoughts trying to invade her
mind. She was going to live in the now. And, right now, she wanted him…desperately.
Dropping the
sheet she held clutched to her breasts, she watched his eyes begin to smolder. Her breasts tingled as his gaze traveled over them
in an invisible caress. Emboldened by his
reaction, she lifted one hand and brazenly crooked her finger at him.
William,
apparently, didn’t have to be told twice. He
crossed the room in a blink of an eye, setting the coffee mugs on the nightstand before
taking Buffy in his arms.
She stopped
him before he was able to make her mindless with passion.
“Ummm…is
it ok…” Her voice trailed off in embarrassment.
Her eyes glanced down at his cock as it begged to be released from its
confines. “I…can I touch it?” Her
hand hovered over his groin hesitantly. In
all their activities of last night, she’d yet to have a chance to explore his body at
her leisure.
William bit
back a groan at her shy request, determined to lie there and take whatever torture her
hands could inflict on his body. Her
whispered entreaty melted the ice encasing his heart, and he found himself falling a
little more in love with her. He lay on his
back on the bed, silently inviting her to explore to her heart’s content.
A brilliant
smile lit her face as he put his arms behind his head and let her play.
~*~*~*~*~
Buffy could
cheerfully spend the entire afternoon in bed. Peering over William’s prone body as he lay on
his back, one arm tucked behind his head, she glanced at the clock on the bedside
table - the digital minute changed to reveal that it was now 4:37 p.m. Apparently, the two of them had nearly wiled away
the entire day in
bed. Not that she was complaining…not by
a long shot. She didn’t even care that
her body ached in places it had no business to ache.
Bracing her
against his chest to push herself to a seated position, she let out a muffled groan as her
body protested the movement of her sore muscles. A
shower. She needed a nice, hot shower to take
away some of the strain the muscles within her body had endured over the course of the
last…say, eighteen hours. She was a
runner for cripe’s sake. She
shouldn’t be this sore!
‘Well,
maybe you shouldn’t have turned into Miss Bendable for the
last…oh…day,’ her inner voice taunted.
‘Shut
up!’
Groaning one more time, she
finally managed to meet William’s eyes and noticed the self-satisfied smirk on his
face.
Her eyes narrowed on his face.
“You
too!” She watched his eyebrows shot
up into his hairline and could have smacked her head for sounding like an idiot. Trying to play it off, she swung her legs of the
side of the bed and stood up, completely oblivious to the fetching picture of her bare
backside afforded to William’s gaze.
She bit back
another groan and hobbled across the room to the door leading to the attached bathroom.
~*~*~*~*~
William
watched Buffy walk away; the slow, even movements of her stride were a clear
indication to him of her lack of practice of a sexual nature. Not that she needed practice… mind. And, he could feel himself hardening as his mind
drifted back over the past several hours, the way she had explored every single inch of his
body. First with her hands… then with
that wicked little tongue of hers.
He groaned, his cock
now rock hard from the image of her mouth encircling his cock, sliding him in
and out of her mouth. He was half tempted to get out of
bed and join her in the shower. Only her
hesitant step as she made her way across the room held him in place.
Flinging the
covers off his nude body, he stood and went to retrieve his jeans from where Buffy had
careless thrown them over her shoulder earlier. They’d
barely eaten all day and he suddenly found himself in the mood to take her out someplace
nice…and he knew just the place. He
shrugged into his shirt and slipped on his sneakers.
He was about
to go to the bathroom to let her know that he was running next door for a minute to
shower, change and make a phone call, when he heard a weird noise emanating from somewhere
behind him. It sounded like music. Then, he figured out what it was…it was the
theme song from Scooby Doo sounding from her cell phone.
He moved to grab it and take it to Buffy so she could answer it,
but then the music stopped. He glanced at
the panel and sure enough, it read “1 missed call.” Well, he’d tried.
He’d just let her know that her phone had rung when he told her what he
had planned.
William was
brought up short when he suddenly realized something: Buffy may not have brought a dress
with her. Then he shrugged. No matter. It
wasn’t like Rick was going to tell him no. He
and his mum were childhood friends, after all. Besides,
since he wouldn’t be able to make it for their charity auction in London in November,
he figured he could drop off a donation when they went by for dinner tonight.
He walked to
the open doorway of the bathroom and peeked inside. It
was a good thing he was dressed or he would have joined her in the shower. Her nude body was outlined through the
semi-transparent doors providing him with a tantalizing glimpse of pert breast thrust
forward as her body arched backwards, her hands running through her hair as she rinsed the
soap free from it.
“Buffy,”
he croaked out, before clearing his voice and starting over. “Buffy?”
“Yes?”
she answered.
“Have
you got a dress you can put on?”
“Uh,
yeah. Why?” William watched as her hands stilled in her hair,
turning towards him as she waited for his answer. He
could barely make out the suds as they drifted down her body, trailing a lazy over and
between her jutting breasts. He swallowed
hard before answering her in a roundabout way.
“Put it
on. I’m gonna nip next door to shower
and change and I’ll be back by to pick you up.”
“Oh…
ok.”
“Oh,
and Buffy…your phone rang. Cute little
‘Scooby Doo’ ring. Tried to bring
in here for you to answer, but it stopped before I could get to it.”
“Uh…thanks.”
Buffy
watched William turn and leave the bathroom. She
quickly finished rinsing her hair then turned off the water, opening the shower door
to reach for a towel. She couldn’t
believe she hadn’t called her mother before now.
But, with the sudden storm and their reluctant imprisonment, then the
sexcapades she’d engaged in and had just recently concluded - she’d completely forgotten to
call. Her mom was probably worried sick by
now. And, God!
What a horrible mother she was turning out to be…meeting a man and
engaging in sex for – she did a quick mental calculation in her head – damn near
all day.
Scrambling
out of the bathroom, she raced to where her cell phone lay on the bedside table, mocking
her for her lack of usage. Guilt enveloped
her as she reached over and grabbed the phone, quickly pressing the quick-dial button for
her mom’s home phone number.
“Hello?”
“Mom! It’s me…is everything ok?”
“Yes…we’re
fine.”
“I’m
sorry I didn’t call you yesterday like I said. Things
got a little…” Her voice trailed off for lack of a better word to describe
yesterday and today.
“Oh,
that’s ok, Buffy. I don’t expect
you to call every day. I only called to let
you know that if you tried to call today, to try us at the shop. I’ve got to go in for a while... we got a new
shipment that I need to look through.”
“Oh…well,
um…ok.”
“Buffy,
is everything ok? Are you having fun? Meet any cute tourists?”
Buffy’s face turned a brilliant shade of red, and she plopped down on the bed. Leave it to her mom to play matchmaker. She swore her mother had a one-track mind about trying to hook her up with someone. What her mom failed to realize was that most men couldn’t be bothered with a woman who already had a kid. At least, that had been Buffy’s experience thus far… not that she’d been looking.
It was one
of the reasons Buffy hadn’t bothered to date since Angel had walked out her door all
those years ago.
With a
resigned sigh, she replied, “Well, my new neighbor is kinda cute.”
“Buffy,
that’s great. What’s his name? What’s he do?”
“Mom, I
barely know the guy!” she interrupted.
‘Didn’t
stop you from sleeping with him, now did it?’ her inner voice taunted.
‘Shut
up! Go away!’
“Buffy…you
need to get out more. Live a little. You’re only in your twenties for
christsake!”
“Yes,
mom,” she mumbled into the phone. It
wasn’t the first time she’d heard this speech.
“Buffy,
you know I love you. But, you’ve got to
think of yourself once in a while. Ok?”
“Yes,”
she whispered.
“I
just…I don’t like to think of you as old before your time. I swear…if I could find that Angel, I’d
string him up by his testicles!”
“Oh,
mom! Stop!” she cried. Her mother was usually so mellow. But, to hear her raise her voice, and to say
testicles on top of it…Buffy couldn’t help the laughter that erupted from her
belly.
“I’m
just saying!” she was getting worked up on behalf of her daughter.
“Well,
if I ever run across him again, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
She heard
what suspiciously sounded like a snort come across the line. Her mom was getting sassy in her old age. She rather liked it.
“Ok,
mom! I gotta run. William’s gonna be by soon to take me to
dinner.” And, oh god, did I just say
that out loud?
“William? Who’s William?”
Leave it to
her mom to clamp on to her little boo boo like a damn Rottweiler.
“He’s
the neighbor, mom. It’s no big.”
‘Lying
to your mother now?’
‘Didn’t
I tell you to go away?’
“If you
say so, honey. Well, I’ll let you go get
ready for your date. Have fun! I love
you.”
“It’s
not a date,” she tried to protest, but her mother had already hung up.
“It’s
not a date,” she repeated to herself out loud.
She refused to acknowledge the extra pains she took with her hair and makeup, wanting to look her best for William. When she was done, she pulled the simple black dress from its hanger and slipped it over her body. The spaghetti-strap, simple black sheath settled over her frame, enhanced every curve of her petite body. She slipped on her black pumps and was happy with the extra inches they added to her petite frame.
Grabbing the
small, black clutch purse from the bed, she made her way downstairs to wait for William. A knock sounded at the door just as she
reached the bottom step.
Opening the front door,
Buffy came to an abrupt stop. Her eyes started at the top of his head and
trailed down over every inch of his suit-clad body. William
clad in jeans and a tight t-shirt was hot. William
dressed in a suit and tie was drop-dead gorgeous. She
could feel her mouth hanging open and tried to send a signal to her brain to make her snap
it shut.
William was
doing the same amount of gawking as Buffy. The
simple black dress she wore took his breath away. And,
the amount of skin it laid bare for his eyes to gaze upon...
he was ready to call Rick back and tell him he couldn’t make it. But, it would be his luck that his wife, Jill,
would answer the phone – she’d refuse to accept his excuses for canceling.
“Hi,”
Buffy finally managed to get out. “You
want to come in while I grab my coat?”
“Pet,
if I come in, we’re not going to leave,” he replied, his dark gaze boring into
hers, causing her to blush.
“Oh…ok. Well, I’ll just be a second then.”
She turned
and walked to the chair that had her coat lying over the top of it. She put her purse down on the seat and moved to
slip the coat around her shoulders. She let
out a shocked gasp when she felt William pressed up against her back as he reached out to
take the coat from her hands. Her pulse
skyrocketed at his nearness, and Buffy had to remind herself to breathe.
“Mmmm,
pet? We better go while we still can,”
he murmured seductively into her ear.
Buffy just
nodded, held entranced by the sensations of his tongue trailing around the shell of her
ear as he spoke softly to her. Then she felt cold air
rush across the wet trail he’d made, and realized that William had lifted his
head. She felt his arms slide down her own as
he attempted to steady her. She tried to snap
herself out of her trance while he reached around her and grabbed her purse from the chair.
“Ready,
luv?”
“Uh huh…yes.” She nodded at him and made her way to the open door. William was one step behind her, his hand pressed lightly to her lower back.