You Only Unlive Twice
by Spikesdeb
Chapter 3
They spent the night wrapped in each other’s arms,
sharing quiet talk and fitful dozes. Each
time Buffy woke she looked up to see William gazing at her, his blue eyes
glittering in the moonlight. Soft
night breezes ruffled the sheer drapes. Her eyelids drooped with exhaustion as she fought sleep to
savour their remaining hours together.
She snapped awake at the whirring sound of the
automatic solar shutters lowering over the windows. Her lips trembled with emotion as she realised that it was
time. William would go and be the
hero and save the world from unspeakable demons.
Again. Events at the Bronze
had been life changing in more ways than one. She’d loved the gadgetry and the
role-play; in a way she was itching to join in the fight.
Maybe she could go along on a mission.
She’d speak to W, see how the land lay.
Now she was involved with a double-0 agent; the desk-job was just plain
dull.
She hugged the empty pillow beside her, forcing down
the wave of desolation it caused. She’d
have to get used to it again for a short while, unless he never… She gritted
her teeth and banished that thought from her mind.
She would be strong for him. He would come back, he wouldn’t be hurt
and she wouldn’t let him know that she thought otherwise.
He had to be able to concentrate on the mission, no distraction: his
un-life could depend upon it.
When William returned from the bathroom, a towel
slung low on his hips and his upper body still wet from the shower, Buffy gazed
at him, mesmerised by the perfection of his form. Swallowing hard to wet her suddenly dry mouth, she drank him
in with her eyes. The tousled blond curls, the angles of his face and mouth, the
gorgeously defined body - muscle wrapped in alabaster skin.
And his arms… good god, what arms, the slender lines belying hidden
power. Perfection.
She shivered at thoughts of the hours she’d spent in those arms,
learning every inch of him, ghosting fingers across his torso, his biceps, and
the lines of his cheekbones. She
could look at him forever.
Moving her gaze further down she noticed with
delight that the towel now appeared to be draping a flagpole.
She chuckled as she looked up to meet William’s tilted head and amused
stare.
“I’m just working on the mission inventory,”
she giggled huskily.
“Time for the equipment check then,” William
drawled as he whipped the towel away to reveal his very impressive erection.
Not trusting her voice, Buffy just nodded, as he
prowled towards the bed to kneel at the end before stalking his way up her body
on his hands and knees. As he
travelled upwards he blew cool air across her skin heightening her arousal even
further. The sweet scent of her
skin, the taste of sweat and their mingled juices caused his cock to harden even
more as he breathed in and lapped at her flesh.
He swirled his tongue around her bellybutton,
delighting in the way her abdomen clenched with the sensation, her breathy gasps
making him smile. His hands were
gripping her hips to keep her in place, not allowing her to squirm away from
him. His mouth travelled up from
her mound to between her breasts, flicking her chin at the end with his pointed
tongue then dove to bite her neck with blunt teeth. Buffy moaned beneath him and bucked her hips up to seek his
shaft.
He shimmied away from her, teasing her with his
teeth and tongue, but never letting their groins connect.
He was going to leave his girl with something to remember him by, and he
wanted to make it last a little longer. The
minute he let himself sink into her, he’d be lost.
Allowing his hands to wander further up her body, he
wrapped one arm around her back where her spine curved deliciously above her
peach of a bottom, snagging her belly hard against him.
His shaft was trapped between them, poking into the flesh of their
abdomens and pulsing. Buffy moaned
low in her throat and tried to move against him.
He stilled her, refusing to let her have satisfaction just yet.
It took all his self-control. He
closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, picturing anything but her sun-kissed
body. Trying to think of the least
arousing thing he could, his mind came up with his rival ‘00’ agent Xander
Harris. Ah, that did it – control
regained.
Bending his head again he lightly suckled at one
nipple, his free hand caressing her other breast kneading and rubbing his thumb
across her hardening flesh. Continuing
his attentions, Buffy’s nipples were like bullets and he amused himself by
alternately suckling them then blowing across them to pucker the skin further.
All the while, Buffy panted and squirmed, the sweat breaking out on her
brow, frantic for release.
“Oh... please,” she whimpered and he was undone.
What Buffy wanted, Buffy got. He
removed his arm from behind her back and grasped both of her hands in his own,
pinning them either side of her head, tangled in her glorious mane of golden
hair. Dipping his head to capture her lips, he nudged her legs open
with his knees and drew back his hips to rest his cock at the entrance to her
sex. He held himself there as he
raised his head once more to look into her eyes and held her gaze as he slowly
slid home. The look in her eyes
humbled him; pure love, all wrapped up in lust and passion.
God, it had never felt like this with anyone else!
He willed her to see how much this meant to him, that she was his
everything, his life. She gasped
his name, “William!” as he started to move inside her, long, slow strokes to
prolong their pleasure as much as possible.
Last night they had fucked; this morning they were
making love. And both the demon and
the man were satisfied beyond measure.
Buffy looked up into eyes so blue they almost burned
her with their intensity. He was
looking deep inside her and she knew he was trying to reassure her.
He wouldn’t choose to go on this mission, would refuse if he could; but
he was a tool to the Powers That Be to be used as appropriate.
Tools had no option but to be put to work.
As he continued to thrust inside her, his pace
quickening as his control slipped, he was talking to her, softly, words of love
and devotion.
“Mine, Buffy; you’ll always be mine; never want
to leave you……..god, I love you so much, baby, I’ll always love you…….aargh,
Buffy, so tight, baby….”
The constant stream of words was working their magic
on her and she felt her orgasm start to build. Throwing her legs around his waist to lock him to her she
bucked upwards to increase the pace and to rub her clit against his shaft as he
started to pound into her. The bed
was moving away from the wall with the force of their coupling and she untangled
her hands from his to bring her arms around him and dig her fingers into his
butt.
Her wail as her climax washed over her was swallowed
by his mouth closing over hers, sucking her tongue in to rasp it with his teeth
and tangle with his own. He thrust
into her once more, deep and hard, then moaned against her as release
overwhelmed him, the pulsing of his cock as he came rippling through her body.
Finally, they both came down to earth, thankful that
the air conditioner had kicked in to cool their fevered flesh.
William was always amazed at the way his cool skin would heat whenever he
was with her. It was as if he
borrowed life from her, or shared hers. It
was a miracle. She was a miracle. His.
He had fallen forwards onto her as he came, and
worried that he may be hurting her he pushed himself away off the mattress.
“Don’t!” she cried, “not yet.”
He steeled himself. “I can’t stay, Buffy.
Look at the time. Got to get the mission rolling. Believe me, this is as hard
for me… Now that I’ve found you, I never want to be away from you.
God, I’m going to miss you so much!”
He crushed her to him, drawing in the scent of her
hair to remember her by, the feel of her bare skin next to his.
It would have to keep him going until he could come home.
Pressing a firm kiss to her forehead, he jumped up
from the bed and returned to the bathroom to shower again, trying not to hear
the sound of muffled sobs.
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By the time he returned to the room, Buffy was out
of the bed and wrapped in his robe. Her
hair was tied back from her face in a ponytail and she was stripping the bed and
piling the linen in a heap.
She looked up as she heard him enter from the
bathroom and smiled.
“We kinda messed the bedding again.”
He chuckled. “That
we did, pet. Looks like the
Laundromat once again will benefit from our relationship.”
Buffy smiled. Then
she really looked at him - still wet, still wrapped in a towel and still
gorgeous.
Noticing her sharply indrawn breath, he backed away
from her and swiftly put the bed between them.
He had about 15 minutes to reach HQ and if they started up again
……………
Buffy shook herself out of her reverie and walked to
him, determined not to weaken.
“One
more kiss before you go.” They
clung to each other fiercely and Buffy looked up at him.
“I love you, William, always. Be safe and hurry back to me.”
She turned and walked towards the bathroom.
“I’ll just take a quick shower….”
Her words tailed off as the bathroom door closed.
Breathing out unnecessarily at the lucky……….or not so
lucky……escape, William continued to dry himself and dressed quickly before
Buffy could return. If he didn’t
know better, he’d say her pheromones were loaded with some kind of addictive
narcotic. One bite of Buffy and you
always wanted more; kind of like a cookie……..
It was half an hour before she came out.