Summary: A retelling of Spike and
Buffy's first meeting. Starts in early
season 2. For the purpose of the
story, Angel does not exist and Spike
is a little....different.
Disclaimer: I do not own the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel (The Series). All of the characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, et al.
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Part Eleven
Ever Since The World Began
~~~~~
"I'll never know what brought me here
As if somebody led my hand
It seems I hardly had to steer
My course was planned..."
~~~~~
Buffy sat on the floor in the middle of her dish-
eveled room, tying her shoes. She glanced at
the clock, happy to see that it was nearly nine.
That meant he would be back soon.
After spending the entire day here with her, he
had left at 7:00, promising to return by nine to
take her to the carnival.
Although she knew that the reason he'd had to
leave had been Drusilla, she was trying very
hard to push that information to the very back of
her mind and not think about it.
Easier to say than to do.
Tying the final knot in her shoelace, she jumped
to her feet and fished her weapons bag from the
closet. After packing all her necessities, she
took the bag downstairs and left it by the front
door.
When the bell rang, she took a quick last look
in the mirror and pulled the door open.
William stepped in and yanked her into
his arms. "Hello, darling. Did you miss me?"
Before she could think up a reply, he lunged
forward and kissed her until her head was dizzy.
When he finally released her, she was nearly
unable to keep her knees in working order.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked.
"Uh-huh. Ready to go," she nodded. "Where
are we going?"
"Carnival..vampires..remember?"
"Oh! That's right," Buffy said, still a little dazed. "They
go to ride the tilt-a-whirl and...and eat cotton candy. Is
THAT what you said?" She shook her head to clear
it. "That doesn't sound right."
He smiled. "It's close enough. Let's go."
~~~~~
"And destiny, it guides us all
And by it's hand, we rise and fall
But only for a moment
Time enough to catch our breath.."
~~~~~
Once they were inside the front gate, she paused
to take it all in. She loved carnivals, loved every-
thing about them, and they were particularly pretty
at night when all the neon was glowing in every
color of the spectrum.
The squeals of laughing children coming from the
midway; the scent of the diesel fuel used for the
rides and the hum of their powerful motors; the tinny
rock music echoing from speakers scattered through-
out the grounds; and the "come ons" issued by the
carny workers running the games of chance.
In the aisle where the food vendors were set up,
there was something for everybody, from the ordinary
hot dog and hamburger stands to the more exotic
fare from various countries around the world.
Cotton candy, popcorn, deep fried potato chips,
sno-cones, funnel cake, candied apples, cinnamon
buns the size of a dinner plate...a junk food
lovers paradise.
It was perfect for her.
"Are you hungry, angelface?"
She smiled up at him. "Is the sky blue?"
He squeezed her hand. "What do you fancy first,
then?"
Buffy sighed. "Decisions, decisions."
"Well, we could start at one end and work our
way to the other," he suggested.
"Stop," she gave him a little push. "I don't have
THAT big an appetite."
He shrugged. "All right...we'll skip every other
one."
"I STILL couldn't eat all....is THAT fudge?"
She towed him along by the hand over to the
candy makers booth.
"I thought you came here to slay vampires,"
he teased.
"Well, yeah," she grinned, "but I work better
on a full stomach."
He turned her around to look at him. "Didn't you
have any dinner?"
"Oh...yeah," she stammered. "Of course I did. I
had..I...well, no. Not exactly."
"Not exactly?"
"I was saving my appetite." She laced her fingers
with his. "After all," she said appealingly, "half
the fun of a carnival is pigging out on junk food."
"Hmm." He squeezed her hand and walked her
away from the chocolate display. "How about we
put something a little more substantial in your
stomach first?"
"Okay," she agreed, trotting alongside him. "There's
a corndog stand over there. I could...what?"
He pulled her to a halt. "That's not what I had in
mind."
"Nachos?"
"No."
"Pizza! You can't complain about pizza. It's
got cheese and vegetables on it."
He smiled. "Vegetables?"
"Yeah," she said brightly. "Mushrooms."
Biting the inside of his cheek, he shook
his head. "All right..pizza it is."
"And then fudge?"
He nodded in surrender. "And cotton
candy."
Buffy laughed. "And a caramel apple?"
'You're gonna make yourself sick," he
observed.
She shook her head. "I never get sick. My
mom says I have a cast iron stomach."
"Good thing for a slayer to have, I s'pose."
"Well," she amended. "I never get sick because
of junk food. Slaying still makes me queasy
sometimes. Not vampires, cause they're just
stab and poof..."
He placed his hand on his chest. "Ouch."
"But other things," she went on. "Like this one
demon I killed a few months ago. He was running
around town eating everyones pets. All the puppies
and kittens were disappearing!"
She almost sounded more horrified by the idea
of the pets being swallowed than by the killing
of human beings.
"I had to go after it when it tried to grab a kid
in the park. Well, it turns out to be a total coward
and that's why it only attacked small, helpless
things. So, it saw me coming and figured since I
was small, I must be..."
"Helpless?" he interjected.
'Yeah!" She giggled. "When he figured out what was
going on, he ran off. I chased after him and when I
finally caught up with him...ugh! He was like this
blobby sort of jellyfish thing, with eyes that stuck
out on stalks...three of them!"
"And then what happened?" he prompted,
fascinated by the tale.
"Oh, it was awful!" she said dramatically. "He smelled
like old garbage that's been rotting in the sun for a
week and I had to kill it by breaking it's neck." She
made a face. "After it was dead, I was just covered
with this slimy ooze and stuff...and I threw up all over
my brand new shoes."
Sitting down at a picnic bench, he pulled her
down on his lap and kissed her. "Poor baby," he con-
soled. "Remind me to take you shopping for some
proper slay wear."
Buffy smiled and kissed him back. "I thought you
were gonna feed me," she reminded him.
He nodded. "You sit tight," he said, shifting her
off his lap. "I'll be right back. Oh," he added
turning back, "What do you like on pizza, sweetheart?"
"Everything," she said, stuffing her bag under the
table.
"Everything it is then."
As he turned to walk away, she stopped him.
"Except for those little fish pieces! I don't like
those."
"All right."
Three feet further on, she added. "And no green peppers,
either."
"Got it."
"And onions! No onions."
"Yes, darling."
"And to tell you the truth," she said. "I can live without
the mushrooms, too."
He stopped and came back. "Anything else you
DON'T want on it?"
She thought about it, quite seriously. "Um...no ham or
pineapple...and if the sausage looks greasy, then
no sausage, either."
"So, basically," he said patiently. "All you want on
it is pepperoni."
"Basically," she nodded agreeably. "Am I being too
difficult?"
Looking down into her guileless green eyes, he
melted. "No, angel. You're not a bit difficult. I want to
please you in every way possible." He leaned over
and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'll be right back."
~~~~~
"And we're just another piece of the puzzle
Just another part of the plan
How one life touches the other
Is so hard to understand.."
~~~~~
He placed her food in front of her, then bent
down to steal another kiss. "You eat up, angel.
I'll be right back."
She looked up at him. "Where are you going?"
"Not far, I promise. I'll be back before you miss
me."
Buffy gestured at the pizza. "You don't expect me
to eat all this by myself, do you?"
Although he was quite certain that she was
fully capable of it, he shook his head. "Just eat
as much as you want, honey, and then I'll ply
you with sweets."
She gave in as graciously as she could, and
he turned and disappeared into the crowd.
It didn't take him long to find what he was looking
for, because it wasn't very far away from where he
had just been.
Doubling back, he came up behind his quarry
and grabbed it, yanking it back into the shadows.
"Well, well, well," he said, his eyes blazing gold
fire as he gave the smaller vampire a good shaking.
"And just what are YOU up to?"
The young vampire struggled briefly, then gave in
when it became apparent that fighting was useless.
He was hopelessly outmatched.
The vampire couldn't have been more than seventeen
or eighteen at the time of his turning. He had a mop of
dirty red curls and a face full of freckles. Had it not
been for his vampire features, he could have played
Tom Sawyer in his school play.
"What's your problem, man?" he squeaked. "I'm
not bothering you!"
"That's true," Spike said. "You're not bothering me..
yet." Releasing the youth from his grip, he stepped
in front of him to prevent him leaving. "But I have a
job for you. Be smart...and do exactly what you're
told...and you just might make it out of here with
all your parts intact."
The other vampire settled down, and Spike relaxed
his hold on him. "What's your name?"
"Anthony," the boy muttered.
"Anthony," Spike repeated. "Come and see some-
thing, Anthony." He guided the young vamp to a
spot where he could observe the crowd, then
nudged him roughly forward. "Do you see that girl
sitting over there?" he asked, gesturing in Buffy's
direction.
"Which girl?" Anthony replied. "There's about a
thousand of them out there."
"THAT girl," Spike said through clenched teeth, as
he took hold of the boy's head and turned it, none
too gently, in Buffy's direction. "The pretty one wearing
jeans and a red blouse."
Anthony looked. "You mean the one with pizza
sauce on her face?"
Spike turned his head so the other vampire wouldn't
see him smile. "Yeah, that's the one."
The young vamp took a longer look, then grinned
lewdly. "Nice rack," he commented.
It took every ounce of restraint Spike could summon
up not to tear Anthony's head off and shove it up
his ass.
"You never mind about that," he warned. "Just take
a good look at her face. Memorize it."
Anthony began to get impatient. "So? What about it?"
"Do you know who she is?" Spike asked.
The boy shook his head. "I'm new around here. Why?
She someone special?"
Spike chuckled. "Has anyone told you about Slayers
yet?"
Anthony looked in Buffy's direction again. "THAT'S
the slayer?" he asked, snickering. "That little girl?"
Spike looked at him. "That little girl could take you
apart and put you back together again without break-
ing a sweat."
About to laugh again, Anthony got one look at the
expression on Spike's face and smothered his mirth.
"The slayer, huh?"
"Mm-hmm. Do yourself a favor, Anthony. Round up
all your little playmates and disappear. I'd advise you
to leave Sunnydale completely, but I doubt you're
smart enough to do it, so just get the hell out of
here." Spike gave him a shove. "This is the only
warning you're gonna get."
Anthony backed up a few feet, straightening his
clothes. He hadn't been undead for very long, but
he knew better than to question or challenge a
master vampire.
He turned to leave, but Spike caught him again.
"One more thing, Anthony. You pass the word to
whoever you can...stay away from the slayer. She
belongs to me. Anyone that touches her is gonna
die a real nasty, painful death. A permanent one."
As he watched the younger vampire scamper off,
Spike knew he was under the impression that he
had ordered Buffy off limits so that HE could be the
one to kill her.
He didn't care, though. He would do or say whatever
was needed.
Spike was well aware of the fact that he couldn't
always keep her safe, but tonight the only vampire
she was going to see was himself.
Later, if circumstances required it, he would claim her
publicly and deal with the fall out then.
The fall out....and Drusilla.
~~~~~
"Still, we walk this road together
We travel, go as far as we can
And we have waited for this moment
Ever since the world began..."
~~~~~
An hour later, they had scoured every inch of
the carnival grounds twice and found nothing.
Anthony had apparently taken the warning
he'd been given and passed it along. The only
vampire left in the vicinity was the one holding
the slayer's hand tightly in his own.
"I think you and Giles must be wrong about this
carnival business," Buffy said. "I haven't seen a
single vamp all night..except for you," she smiled,
pressing her cheek against his bicep.
"You may be right, angel."
Turning from "Spike" back to "William", he had
returned to Buffy just in time to see her depositing
her trash in the container. When she sat back down
and took her hairbrush from her bag, he had come
up behind her and dangled in front of her a gold
chain with a delicate crystal heart hanging from it.
She had been as thrilled with the gift as though he'd
presented her with the Star of India Sapphire, and had
thanked him effusively. In fact, she had kissed him
so sweetly and thoroughly that he'd made a mental
note to present her with a diamond at the first opportunity.
Assuming that his absence had to do with the
purchase of the necklace, she hadn't questioned him
about where he'd gone off to.
"I think we should call it a night, love," he
suggested. "There's nothing going on around
here."
"But we don't have to go, do we?" she asked.
"Course not," he said, kissing the top of her
head. "Let's just relax and have a little fun."
Buffy dragged him from one place to another,
enjoying herself as fully as any child there did.
He kept his promise and bought her cotton candy
and an entire pound of fudge, taking advantage
of the sugary taste by kissing her sticky lips as
often as possible, then licking them clean with his
tongue.
Showing off for her on the midway, he knocked down
stacks of iron milk bottles that were never meant
to be knocked down, and certainly couldn't be by
an average person.
Although she was quite equal in strength, she didn't
feel like showing it and was content to "ooh" and
"ahh" over him, as though she was completely amazed
by his manly prowess.
It wasn't long before they attracted an audience. The
carny running the ball throw was almost purple with
anger every time he had to hand over another stuffed
animal, but the girls standing around watching were
more bothersome to Buffy.
With his shirt sleeves rolled up, and his muscles
flexing every time he pitched a ball, her lover was an
impressive sight, and Buffy couldn't help feeling a bit
show-offy herself.
He completely captivated the girls with his strength
and good looks. Once Buffy was holding a teddy bear,
a unicorn, and a Snoopy, he gallantly handed the rest of
the animals over to the five young ladies applauding
him.
Back at the food vendors, he indulged in a fantasy
he'd had since the first time he had seen her, by
sitting her on his lap and spoon feeding her ice cream
and strawberries.
After they were finished there, she made him take her
to see what was billed as the "WORLD'S LARGEST
HORSE!" It was huge, indeed, and Buffy tried to coax
it closer so that she could feed it some hay she'd
picked up from his stall.
As the creature lumbered towards her, William kept
a hand on her belt, prepared to pull her away quickly if
the animal became aggresive and tried to take a bite
out of HER, and not the food she offered it.
But he turned out to be a docile enough beast, and
Buffy laughed like a child when he ate from her hand,
snuffling against her skin with his velvety nose.
Back outside again, he steered her back to the
midway in the direction of the ferris wheel. After
a brief conversation with the ride operator, in which
a twenty dollar bill changed hands, he ushered her
onto the ride and sat beside her, pulling the lap
bar down.
The operator kept everyone else off the wheel,
and after they had gone around enough times to
make Buffy dizzy, he stopped the ride when they
were at the top.
With the city below them lit up in glittering
splendor, Buffy was taken into her lovers
arms and kissed...over and over again.
When she pulled back for air, he buried his
face against the side of her neck. "I love
you...only you," he whispered. "My little
angel...my love...my wife."
When he tried to kiss her again, she pressed
one hand against his chest. "Let's get down
from here," she said urgently.
He smiled. "Can't wait either, can you?"
She swallowed hard. "Oh, dear."
Taking a closer look, he noticed that she was
flushed and a little sweaty, but she didn't
seem to be pleased about it. "What's wrong?"
Buffy took a deep breath. "Cotton candy,"
she whimpered.
"What?"
"Fudge...pizza...ice cream..." She clapped
one hand over her mouth and her eyes widened
in alarm.
"Oh, God..." he said, then leaned over and
hollered at the ride operator to get them down
immediately.
~~~~~
"Taking in the times gone by
We wonder how it all began
We'll never know...and still we try
To understand..."
~~~~~
She nearly made it to the women's rest-
room. Fortunately, there was a large trash
can between her and her ultimate goal.
Hanging over the side of it, she emptied the
vile contents of her stomach as William held
her hair away from her face and rubbed her
back.
"S'all right, love...just get it all out," he said
soothingly, angry at himself for indulging every
one of her cravings.
When she was finished, she looked up at him
with her face as red as he'd ever seen it, hor-
ribly embarrassed.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly.
"Baby...you haven't done anything to apologize
for," he assured. "You got sick...that's not your
fault."
"But I feel so stupid," she said, pushing at her
damp hair. "Like a little kid or something."
He gave her a gentle push towards the rest-
room. "Why don't you go and wash your face,
honey...you'll feel a little better."
She nodded and rummaged around in her
bag, extracting a small plastic baggie containing
a toothbrush and a tube of Crest.
When she saw him watching her, she shrugged.
"After I threw up on patrol that night, I started
carrying this in my bag."
He nodded. "Good idea."
She came back out ten minutes later, looking
much better than she had when she'd gone in.
Her hair was neatly brushed and her face was
clean and dry. When he kissed her, there wasn't
a trace of anything on her breath except the
peppermint flavor of the toothpaste.
"Feel better?" he asked, holding out one
hand.
"A lot better." She slung her bag over her sholder
and took his hand, falling into step beside him as
he headed for the parking lot. "Except for my
pride."
He stowed the stuffed animals in the trunk of
the car, then came around and made sure she
was all right before closing her door.
When they were a couple of miles down the
road, she scooted across the seat and snuggled
up to him.
"That's better," he said, smiling down at her. "I
knew something wasn't quite right."
The windows were rolled down, and the night
breeze felt good. He turned on the radio and
she fiddled with the buttons until she found a
station playing soft jazz.
"You all right, love?" he asked again.
"Fine," she said, innocently placing one hand
on his upper thigh.
His body tensed. That warm little hand of hers
was so close to where he really wanted it to
go. "You're sure you're all better?"
"Yeah, I'm sure," she said.
"Don't feel sick at all?"
"No. Everything came out," she shook her head.
"That's good." He took his right hand off the
steering wheel and placed it on hers.
When he began to move it up his thigh,
she inhaled sharply and looked at him.
"Ready to learn something new, love?"
~~~~~
"And even though the seasons change
The reasons shall remain the same
It's love that keeps us holding on
Till we can see the sun again..."
Part Twelve
Hot Summer Night
~~~~~
"It was a hot summer night
And the beach was burning
There was fog crawling over the sand
When I listened to your heart
I heard the whole world turning
I see the shooting stars falling through
Your trembling hands...."
~~~~~
"Something new?" she gulped. "When we get
home?"
"No." He shook his head slowly. "Right now."
Buffy was still uncertain. "Here...in the car?"
William lifted her hand and pressed a kiss into
her soft palm, then placed it on the fly of his
jeans. "Yes. Here in the car."
Her fingers curved instinctively over his prominent
erection, and he heard her breathing kick up a
notch. The thought of it was exciting her. He knew
it for certain when he picked up the scent of her
arousal.
"Unzip them," he said, without taking his eyes
off the road.
After a hasty glance about to make sure there
were no other cars around to see what she was
doing, Buffy grasped the tab of his zipper and pulled
it down.
When his hard length was released from the
confinement of denim, she looked at him curiously.
"Don't you ever wear underwear?"
He chuckled. "No. Too confining...especially when
I'm around you."
"Why especially me?" she asked, honestly unaware.
He smiled at her. "Because every time I see you, I
get an instant hard on," he said, waiting for her
cheeks to turn that fetching shade of pink he loved.
She obliged him by blushing, then surprised him
by reaching into his pants and taking hold of his
erection without being asked to.
He muttered a soft curse when he felt her small
hand wrap itself firmly around his cock.
"Do you like that?" she asked boldly.
"Yeah," he managed to say. "Now...slide your
hand up and down....that's it....oh, fuck, yes."
"Are you watching the road?" She glanced up at
him, concerned when she thought she saw his
eyes glaze over.
"Yes...I promise I'll...keep my eyes on the road..if
you'll..."
"If I'll what?"
He shifted in his seat, allowing the car to slow down
a little. "Go down on me..."
Her eyes opened wide with shock. "In the CAR?" she
squealed. "While you're DRIVING??"
"Yeah...please, honey," he begged, desperate to feel
her touch.
Buffy shook her head. "I don't think that's a good
idea at all!" she said firmly.
"Baby...I want to feel your mouth on me," he whispered.
"It's so soft and wet...come on, love...do it for me."
She was wavering, he could tell by the tone of her
voice.
"Park somewhere, and I will," she offered.
He shook his head. "No. Lay your head in my lap." He
slipped one hand up and around the back of her neck,
applying a little pressure. "Suck me."
Buffy allowed him to pull her down, although she was
still very ambivalent about the whole idea of doing
what he asked while he was driving a car. "I don't think
I should," she said, even as she was moving to do
what he wanted.
"Yes, you should," he replied. "I'll be careful. I promise
I won't...."
Anything else he'd been about to say was abruptly
erased from his mind when he felt her open her mouth
and take the head of his cock between her lips. She
sucked lightly, keeping hold of him with her right hand.
"Ohhh...baby, that feels so good..." he groaned softly,
stroking her hair. "Harder...suck harder...yeah..." His head
drifted back against the head rest.
"ahh oo aching uhh woad?" Buffy asked, trying to speak
around the considerable mouthful he was giving her.
The vibrations of her words on his sensitive prick was
mind bending, and his hips instinctively lunged upwards.
Unprepared for this, she gagged and tried to pull away.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly, letting her move back and
catch her breath. "I'm sorry, love...I just wasn't expecting
you to try and talk...like that. Please...please don't stop.
I won't do that again," he promised.
Buffy was doubtful that he could keep that promise. She'd
far rather they went back to her house, and she would then
be perfectly happy to suck anything he liked. But she could
see by the look on his face that he wanted to broaden her
horizons again, and she wanted to please him.
Making a quick decision, she gathered up all of her
nerve and wrapped her arms around his neck. Leaning
over, she bit down on his ear lobe and whispered, "I...I
want you to..."
He was intrigued by her behavior. "You want me to what,
angel?"
Her cheeks flushing again, she buried her face against
his neck shyly. "...to make love to me." Sliding one hand
down, she took hold of his erection again, squeezing it
firmly. Hoping that he wouldn't suggest they try it while
he was driving, she murmured, "William...I want you
inside of me."
The feel of her warm breath on his skin was driving
him wild, and he swung the car into a U-turn and headed
for the coast road.
He pulled into the deserted beach parking lot and
hit the brakes, then switched off the ignition.
Reaching for her, he pulled her across her lap and
pressed his mouth down on hers, thrusting his tongue
in deep when she parted her lips.
After cracking her arm on the steering wheel
trying to get closer, she pushed him away a little.
"Should we...get in the back?" she panted.
He rubbed the red spot on her arm, and glanced
out the window. Gazing up and down the water-
line, he was suddenly struck by an inspiration.
Opening the car door, he climbed out and
rezipped his jeans. "Come with me," he said,
holding out one hand.
Buffy slid over the seat and got out on the driver's
side. Placing her hand in his, she looked up at
him and waited.
~~~~~
"You were licking your lips
And your lipstick's shining
I was dying just to ask for a taste
We were lying together in a silver lining
You know there's not another moment
to waste..."
~~~~~
Placing another hard kiss on her mouth, he began
tugging her across the sand towards a deserted
life guard tower.
Urging her up the ladder, he followed and pushed
her up against the outer wall of the enclosure. Cap-
turing her mouth again, he tugged her blouse out of
her jeans and began to unbutton it.
Buffy broke the kiss and opened her mouth to
speak, but he placed his hand over it before she
could protest.
"Yes," he said curtly. "We're gonna do it right here
and right now. Outside. I'm gonna pull your pants down
and spread your legs, and I'm gonna bury myself in-
side of you. I'm gonna fuck you until your knees give
out...and then I'm gonna fuck you some more. Under-
stand?"
Her eyes wide as silver dollars, she nodded.
Removing his hand from her mouth, he dropped
to his knees in front of her and began to yank open
her belt buckle, even as he wondered if he'd been
too blunt and demanding.
But then, he felt her fingers playing in his hair
and caressing his neck. He looked up at her and
saw her staring out at the dark water, a tender smile
curving her lower lip, and he knew that she was
enjoying his roughness.
He pulled her pants and underwear down around
her ankles, then nudged her legs slightly apart
and darted his tongue in between them, tasting the
wetness there.
Buffy gasped and closed her eyes. Her head dropped
back, impacting painfully with the wall, making a nice
hollow thudding sound. "Ouch," she squeaked.
"Careful, love," he said, looking up at her.
With one hand rubbing the back of her head, Buffy
used the other one to force him back between her
thighs.
Delighted with her demanding gesture, he began to
lick and suck her, eagerly swallowing the fluids drip-
ping from her. "God, baby...you taste so sweet. I
could eat you forever."
~~~~~
"When you hold me so close
That my knees grow weak
And my soul is flying
High above the ground..."
~~~~~
Her hands were on his face, forcing him to
look up at her. "Kiss me," she whispered.
Lunging to his feet, he took her mouth with
unashamed lust, his tongue sweeping into it
and touching every slick surface.
Buffy's head reeled at the feel and the taste of
him, of HERSELF on his tongue. She wrapped
her own around it and sucked hard.
He placed his hands on her waist and spun
her around. "Kick your pants off one leg,"
he demanded, balancing her as she obeyed.
When they were out of his way, he spread
her legs a little wider and quickly unzipped
his jeans. Taking his cock in his hand, he positioned
it and began to push it in. With one stroke, he was
completely inside her, touching her womb.
Buffy's hands clutched at the damp wood, her
nails scraping paint off. He had one arm around
her waist and the other across her chest, his
hand sneaking under her shirt and bra to hold one
breast as he pounded into her from behind.
Bending his head, he nipped at her ear. "Do you feel
me, angel? Feel me sliding in and out of you? So
wet and tight...oh, God!...so good, baby."
With her cheek pressed against the "G" in the
word "Lifeguard", Buffy whined an inaudible response.
"Move your hips back against me.." he instructed
her. "When I push in...you push back...yeah, that's
it...that's my girl...such a good girl..."
Close to orgasm, she bit down on her lower lip, con-
centrating, striving for it, wanting it more than she'd ever
wanted anything in her life. Her hips moved rythmically,
clashing with his. So close...she was so...close....
He could feel the tension in her body, knew what
was going through her mind. Without a word, he took
one of her hands off the wall she was pressed up
against.
Raising it to his mouth, he sucked on her fingers until
they were very wet, then guided them down in front of
her. Placing them at the apex of her sex, he whispered
hotly in her ear. "Play with yourself."
~~~~~
"I'm trying to speak, but no matter what I do
I just can't seem to make any sound..."
~~~~~
"Wh..what?" she panted.
He kept his fingers over hers. "Play with your-
self," he repeated. "It'll help you come."
Closing her eyes tight, she shook her head. "Oh,
that's okay...I'm doing fine, thanks."
He could literally feel her skin heating up as he
smiled into her soft hair.
"Then do it for me," he said, licking her ear. "I
want to feel your hand down there." He moved
her fingers deeper between her thighs, guiding them,
making her rub them against her clit.
His other hand fondled her breast, tugging on the
hard nipple, squeezing it gently.
Bracing his legs a little farther apart, he sped up
the pace of his thrusts, grinding himself against
her soft ass as he babbled nonsense into her
ear.
"Buffy...oh...yes...my baby...mine...so...sweet...so
good...ahh...ahhh...gonna come...come on...come
on...do it baby...pleaseplease...love...love...you...come
with....me....NOW NOW NOW!! YESSSSS."
Redoubling the pounding of his hips, he made her
fingers move more firmly, rubbbing herself hard, until
she was panting and moaning and coming under his
touch, trapped between his pounding cock and his
teasing fingers.
As they recovered from the madness, he moved her
hand from between her legs and licked her fingers clean
of the sticky fluid that oozed out of her.
Then, without disengaging from her warmth, he
turned them around and leaned back against the wall.
Sliding down, he kept her on his lap as he cuddled
and caressed her, whispering his words of love into her
shell pink little ear....
~~~~~
"And then you took the words
right out of my mouth
Oh, it must have been while you
were kissing me.
You took the words right out
of my mouth
And I swear it's true
I was just about to say I love you..."
~~~~~
"You all right, angel?"
Buffy nodded, her eyes hazy with pleasure. "I
think so," she mumbled.
"Look up at the stars, love," he said. She did, and
he then told her to close her eyes.
Watching her long lashes settle on her cheeks,
he whispered again in her ear. "Can you still see
them?"
With her eyes closed tight, she sighed. "Mm-hmm."
He pressed his cheek against her hair. "Me, too,"
he said, rocking her in his arms. "Me, too."
~~~~~
"Oh, you took the words right out
of my mouth,
It must have been while you were
kissing me.
You took the words right out
of my mouth,
And I swear it's true, I was
just about to say I love you....
Love you......
~~~~~
Part Thirteen
No Matter What
~~~~~
"No matter what they tell us
No matter what they do
No matter what they teach us
What we believe is true..."
~~~~~
Three weeks passed, and they were together
nearly every night.
The hours Buffy spent in school dragged on
endlessly. When the final bell went off, her
stomach would tighten with nerves as she
wondered if he would come to her when the
sun went down, or if this was night that Drusilla
would reclaim him.
Would he come to her bed, or had he had
enough of her naive teenage self?
She found herself praying under her breath,
calling in favors from God. She'd saved a fair
amount of his children here on Spaceship Earth.
Shouldn't that count for something?
Yes, it should. So, she prayed. Made bargains.
Offered deals.
And every night, for the past three weeks, her
prayer had been answered.
She would watch the sunset anxiously, prowling
the house like a caged tiger, until the doorbell
rang.
Literally flying across the room, she would throw
open the door to him with a welcoming smile, and
he would cross the threshold, kicking the door
closed behind him, then reach for her and kiss her
until she felt faint.
Some nights, he would take her out to dinner and
a movie, or to a jazz club where she was unknown.
They would slow dance, clinging close to each other
as the music moved through them.
In the back row of a movie theater, he would
feed her popcorn, and would let her do the same
to him, although he spent more time licking the
butter off her fingers than he did eating the pop-
corn. Halfway through whatever movie they were
seeing, they would start making out so intensely
that they were nearly ejected from the theater twice.
Some nights, they would stay at her house and
spend the evening with her phone off the hook. He
cooked dinner for her, amazing her with his talent
in the kitchen. He'd give her some chore to do...
chopping vegetables or making salad, and would
entertain her with the cooking pans, tossing things
he was sauteeing up in the air and catching them.
She would sit on the counter and applaud every
thing he did, rewarding him with kisses.
He was endlessly inventive when it came to
romance.
Sometimes he would read poetry to her, sometimes
he would tell her dirty jokes that made her blush
from head to toe.
He would light candles and run hot baths,
dumping in a goodly amount of bubble bath, and
plopping her down in front of him. Then, with
his hands slick with bath oil, he would move
them over her body, not missing an inch, lingering
on her breasts and between her legs.
And one night, he brought her champagne....
~~~~~
"No matter what they call us
However they attack
No matter where they take us
We'll find our own way back.."
~~~~~
"Is that...."
"It's champagne, the finest there is. And it's
for you...my bride."
Buffy was almost jumping up and down in ex-
citement. The only alcohol she'd ever tasted had
been the sips of champagne she'd had on their
first dinner out, and the couple of beers Xander
had smuggled into the basement for her and Willow
during one of their all night movie marathons.
The beer, she despised. The taste was nasty and
it made her feel fat seconds after she drank it. But,
she never admitted this to her friends, although she
suspected that they felt the same way.
The champagne from the restaurant William had
taken her to, she hadn't really tasted. She'd been
too nervous about being caught at first, and then
she'd been in too much of a hurry to get to the
ladies room after their impulsive encounter beneath
the tablecloth.
Tonight though, she was determined to enjoy the
experience to it's absolute fullest measure.
She swept through the living room, turning the
lights down low, while William took the bottle into
the kitchen. It had already been chilled, but he
wanted it perfect, so he placed it in the refrigerator
for a few minutes.
Buffy searched the back of her mom's china cabinet,
drawing out two crystal champagne flutes. She took
them into the kitchen, nearly dropping them on the
floor when he followed her and snagged her around
the waist, hauling her body against for a long, wet,
deeply penetrating kiss.
He took the glasses out of her hand and set them
on the counter, then pushed her up against it.
"Maybe we should save the champagne for later,"
he whispered in her ear, nibbling the lobe and teasing
her gold hoop earring with his tongue. "I want you now!"
Buffy pushed him away and laughed. "I want you, too."
Calling up the memory of one of her romance novels,
she selected a proper quotation. "But wouldn't it be
delicious to trickle the champagne over me and drink
it from between my thighs?"
"What?" He took a step back, pleased but still
surprised by her question. "Is that my bashful
little bride saying such naughty things to me?" he
asked, nudging her thighs apart with his hips as he
pressed her against the counter. "Say something else,
love," he begged.
She cleared her throat, happy that she was managing
to control her blushing. "Shower me with golden liquid
and catch the drops that fall from my breasts on your
tongue," she said, running her fingers through his hair,
mussing it into unruly curls. "Make my navel your cup
and lick...and lick the..." She clicked her tongue impa-
tiently, trying to remember the rest of the sentence. "And
lick...the sparkle...the sparkling..."
The harder she tried to think of the right words, the
broader his smile became, and when she finally
pushed him away to go in search of the book, he
fell into one of the dinette chairs, his shoulders shaking
with helpless laughter.
Buffy stood over him, hands on her hips, ordering
him not to snicker at her, whereupon he stood up
and grabbed her around the waist.
"God, I love you, girl," he declared extravagantly,
lifting her into the air and spinning her around
and around.
He carried her into the living room and tossed her
playfully onto the sofa, then went back into the
kitchen for the champagne and the glasses.
Buffy sat and watched as he pulled the cork
effortlessly from the bottle with a festive "pop!"
The champagne sparkled in the dim light, fas-
cinating her with it's fizzing and snapping bubbles.
"Take a sip," he instructed, "and hold it against the
roof of your mouth...that's right. Feel the bubbles?"
She nodded, then swallowed the mouthful of
wine. He brought the glass back to her lips again
and she took another sip eagerly. "Mmmm...this is
good," she said, rolling her eyes up with pleasure. "It's
SO much better than beer."
"Someone's been giving you beer?" he asked, raising
one eyebrow. "Care to tell me who?"
She tipped her glass up again and emptied it. Hold-
ing it out for him to refill, she giggled. "Xander sneaks
beer down into his bedroom when we spend the night
with him."
Busy drinking down the champagne, Buffy missed
the brief flash of gold in his eyes. "You spend the night
with...Xander?" he asked quietly.
"Well...me and Willow," she explained, shaking her head
a little. "It's just for fun...you know...we watch movies and
we..."
"Drink beer?" he supplied, peeved for some reason. He
knew perfectly well that there was nothing between
Buffy and Xander but friendship, but he also couldn't forget
the night he'd seen her for the first time.
She had been on the dance floor with the boy, and he
remembered well just how her "friend" had looked
at her...tried to touch her.
Recalling the sight of Xander's hand resting on Buffy's
hip, he couldn't suppress a slight growl. His jealous
nature was rearing it's unattractive head.
"Well," he said firmly. "You can tell "Xander" that you
won't be attending any more slumber parties with
him."
Looking up at him, Buffy blinked slowly, catching
his tone. "Whass wrong?" she asked. "Are...are you
mad about me sleeping with Xander?"
"SLEEPING WITH HIM?" William repeated loudly. "You
surely don't mean THAT the way it sounds...DO YOU?"
The champagne was confusing her. She was almost
certain that he was yelling at her.
"Umm...no, I guess I don't. I mean...sleeping at his
room...with him there, too. Thass all I mean...meant."
She smiled at him brightly, holding out her glass. "More
champagne?" she asked.
Frowning, he poured her glass half full, then emptied his
own in one swallow. "So...where DO you sleep...when
you stay at his house?"
She concentrated. "Well....he has a really big bed in
the...the basement of his house...and Willow and I
use that and...and...um..." She snapped her fingers
and giggled. "Xander! Thass his name...he uses a
sleeping bag...a Charlie Brown sleepy bag...and iss so
funny cause Willow always teases him and asks
him to Snoopy dance...iss funny."
Now, he was beginning to feel a little embarrassed. There
was no way he could be jealous of some teenage boy
who slept in a room with two girls, and did it in a sleeping
bag decorated with cartoons.
Buffy squinted at him. "Are you...are you jealous?" she
asked suddenly. "Cause you should NOT be!"
William smiled. "No, darling...I'm not jealous. I know
you love me, and not this...Xander."
She shook her head. "THASS not what I meant!" she
announced, pointing one finger at him. "YOU can't be
jealous of what I do...who are YOU spending the nights
with...when you're not spending them with...me? Huh?
Answer THAT one!"
He stared at the glass in his hand, wondering how in
the hell the evening had taken this wrong turn.
"Buffy...I haven't slept in the same bed with
Drusilla since the night I made love to you for the
first time," he said quietly. "And I haven't had sex
with her in months."
"Ohh," she sighed, holding her glass against
her breast. "Really?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Really. I love YOU, angel-
face." He set his glass down on the table and
pulled her into his arms. "You're MY girl," he said,
kissing her cheeks, and the tip of her nose. "My
beautiful little slayer."
Buffy pulled her arms free and flung them around
him, dropping her empty glass on the carpet. "I
love you, too," she said, holding on tightly and
hoping the room would stop spinning soon.
~~~~~
"I can't deny what I believe
I can't be what I'm not
I know I'll love forever
I know, no matter what..."
~~~~~
His hands on her body were gentle
and bold at the same time. He easily found
all the pleasure points, making soft sounds
of approval when she sighed agreeably.
Unbuttoning her blouse, he trailed his lips
down her throat and over the beginning
swell of her breasts, his tongue going on
daring little forays beneath her lacy bra.
Buffy tilted her head back, sinking into the
plush sofa cushions with little moans and
gasps.
When he sat up suddenly, she whined her
disapproval.
"Unfasten your bra," he demanded.
The champagne had definitely made her a little
loopy, and she grinned devilishly. "No!"
His eyebrows arched in amazement at her
tone. "No?" he repeated, his own hands moving
to accomplish the task.
But she swatted his hands away. "You heard me,"
she said, pointing one finger at him. "Now...I'm
in charge."
Grinning, he sat back. "Well, please...order me
around."
She closed her eyes briefly, wanting the slight
fuzziness to clear up. "Umm...unbutton your
shirt," she requested, trying to sound as determined
as he always did. "And..um..take your shoes off."
Removing the shoes first, he looked up at her
for her approval. "Socks as well?"
"Of course," she said, waving her hand about
grandly. "Hurry..." she hiccuped. "...up!"
Trying to hide his smile, he did as he was told.
He left his shirt on after it was unbuttoned, exposing
a narrow patch of skin from his neck to his beltline.
Buffy sighed, staring at his very attractive chest
and the hard muscle ridges on his abdomen.
"What next?" he prompted her.
"Hmmm? Oh! Uh...well, I guess...your belt?"
He held out his hands questioningly. "What about it?"
"Undo it!" she waved her hand airily. "Undo it!"
"Yes ma'am." He brought his hands slowly up to
his waist, watching the way her eyes followed every
movement. Unfastening the buckle, he left it hanging
open. "And now?"
Buffy licked her lips. Without taking her eyes off
him, she reached for the champagne bottle. "Unzip!"
Controlling his urge to laugh out loud, he did so, then
waited again.
Buffy poured champagne onto the table. When he
pointed at it, she dragged her eyes away from his body
and saw what she was doing.
Emitting a small "yikes!" she corrected her aim. Once
the glass was full, she picked it up and took a sip, then
carefully placed it back on the table and reached for the
sides of his trousers. With a firm yank, she pulled them
down and let them slip to the floor.
"Now," she said, swallowing hard and laying back
on the sofa. "Please me."
He stepped out of his pants and shrugged his shirt
off, then knelt beside the sofa and removed her
skirt. "Allow me."
Leaning forward, he kissed her inner thighs and
tugged off her underwear. "Does that please you?"
Buffy nodded shakily. "Yep."
Smiling, he lifted one of her legs until it rested on
the back of the sofa. He trailed his fingers down
her thigh, tickling her slightly.
"Tickling doesn't please," she stated.
"Yes, it does." He did it again, then followed
the path of his fingers with his tongue.
"Oh! I was wrong," Buffy gasped, caressing his
hair.
He kissed her along the neatly trimmed edge
of light brown curls. "Mmm...so sweet and soft."
Her eyes drifted closed as she lifted her hips
slightly. "More," she moaned.
With a wicked smile, he leaned over and dipped
his index finger in the champagne, then painted
her with it.
"Eeek!" she squealed at the cold sensation, her
eyes opening wide. Prepared to scold, she was
thrown completely off kilter when she felt his
tongue licking up the champagne.
He grinned at her and winked. "Just trickling it over
you and drinking it from between your thighs, love."
His tongue moved over her, darting in and out
like the serpent in the garden, tasting her.
Continuing to drink the champagne by annointing
her with it first, he lapped and sucked it off and
out of her.
Buffy dug her nails into the sofa cushion as his
tongue moved faster, soon joined by his probing
index finger.
Over and over, he dipped his finger into the
wine, then spread it over her yearning sex.
Over and over, he drank it from her.
His tongue slid gently back and forth, urging
her, pulling at her until she clamped her thighs
shut around his head. Panting and sobbing, she
ground herself against his hungry mouth and
then collapsed in a heap of orgasmic satis-
faction.
Then, keeping his gaze locked squarely with
hers, he picked up the glass of champagne
he'd been dipping his fingers into and drank
it down.
"Mmm..." he said, licking his lips. "Nectar of
Buffy."
~~~~~
"If only tears were laughter
If only night was day
If only prayers were answered
Then we would hear God say..
No matter what they tell you
No matter what they do
No matter what they teach you
What you believe is true..."
~~~~~
Upstairs in her bed, they moved against
each other, rolling all over the mattress.
He nuzzled and licked her breasts, making
her squeal, and she fondled and stroked
his dick, making him moan.
At one point, she lay stretched out on
top of him, grinding her center against
his rigid cock and they kissed and deeply,
their tongues darting into each others mouths,
leaving wet trails of saliva on their faces.
His hands skimmed down over the smooth
skin of her back, fingers curving over her
rump and squeezing it firmly.
There was nothing gentle or tender in their
lovemaking this time. It was wild and rough,
and equally demanding on each of them.
"Harder," he begged, pressing her more firmly
against his crotch, humping her tightly closed
thighs. "Let me in, dammit!"
Buffy's terminal shyness was on vacation, and
her slayer persona was peeking through. She
shoved him down prone on the bed and lifted
her upper body, tempting him with her breasts.
He lunged upwards immediately, his mouth
reaching for her flesh, but she teasingly moved
back, not allowing a full connection, although she
did let him touch her nipple with the very tip of
his tongue.
"Temptress," he grinned, redoubling his efforts
to capture her in his mouth. "Come on, baby...give
me some," he said gruffly.
Buffy smiled. Being in charge was fun...and
incredibly arousing. "Give you what?"
One of his hands moved up and tangled in
her hair, yanking her head back. "Let me suck on
those luscious tits of yours!"
His words almost destroyed her resolve to play
the tease...but not quite. She shimmied her
shoulders, making her breasts sway alluringly.
"Why should I?"
"William" was trying desperately to keep "Spike"
at bay, but it was becoming more and more
difficult to do with her behaving in such a way.
"Because...I'll kiss them and lick your nipples
until you scream for me to suck them hard. Let
me do it, baby...I'm hungry for them..." he panted.
Placing one hand beneath his jaw, she teased
his lips with her thumb, giggling when he took it
into his mouth and sucked it thoroughly.
Grinning up at her, he bit down on her thumb,
shaking it like a dog with a bone. "Not good
enough, babe...I want your tits."
Unwilling to wait another moment, he flipped
her over onto her back and took her right breast
in his hand, lifting it to his mouth.
"Mmmmm.." he moaned, covering her flesh
with his tongue. "Come on, baby," He nuzzled
her, opening his mouth over her nipple. "Feed
me."
The pleasure rocketing through her body
finally relaxed the tight clamp of her thighs,
and his lean hips fell into that cradle made
just for him. He ground his hard dick against
her wetness as he continued to feast at her
breast, grunting and panting lustily.
She plunged her fingers into his silky curls,
forcing his mouth down harder on her needy
flesh.
"Please," she whispered, wanting him inside
of her in the worst way. "Oh...William...please
love me....love me big...."
He released her nipple with a loud "pop" and
smiled into her dazed eyes. "I do love you," he
said. "And I have something very big to show
you how much."
And with no more warning than that...he reached
down and aimed, then fired himself into her like
a missle searching for her hot, wet core.
No gentle preliminaries were needed or given,
and he began thrusting into her hard and fast,
eliciting soft "oofs" from her every time he slammed
his hips between her legs.
"So good, baby...." he panted. "So hot and wet...the
tightest little pussy...creamy and sticky and warm...I
want to stay in you forever, lover...forever...yeah, that's
my girl...do it back, baby...fuck me hard...show me who
you love...who's your man...."
Buffy was incapable of responding coherently. All she
could do was push up every time he pushed down, meeting
each one of his thrusts with her own strong response.
"Gonna make you come hard, little girl," he said, licking
her ear. "Gonna make you give up all that cream, pussy-
cat...sweet kitty cat...you wanna come, kitty? Huh? Want
me to make you come?"
"Yah-huh" she nodded convulsively, her nails digging
into the churning muscle of his ass.
He shifted upwards a fraction, changing the angle
of his entry. "Gotta rub it against you right there...ohh,
that's good...so tight...feel it rub your clit, love? Feel
me rubbing my cock against it?"
'Yes," she said on a ragged breath. "I'm gonna...do it.
I am...I really am....oh God...."
"Do what?" he asked harshly. "What are you gonna do,
kitten? Tell me...tell me...ohh, FUCK!...say it!"
"Come," she moaned, feeling it begin down deep
in her vitals. "Right now...now...now...oh...oh...."
Clutching at him, she lifted her hips one final time,
soaking him with her creamy essence, as her face
contorted with agonizing pleasure.
Her hands caressed his shoulders and the
small of his back, touching him lightly as she
told him how much she loved him.
As her body relaxed beneath his, she thanked
whoever was responsible for making this beau-
tiful creature her lover...her mate. She didn't
care about anything else in the world right now
except for him.
And, as always, he was completely in a like
frame of mind. He was just able to articulate it
better than she was.
"Oh, sweetheart....I love you so much. No matter
what happens..I'll always love you. Promise me that
whatever else you think of me...don't ever believe
for a moment that I don't love you completely. Pro-
mise me that...and tell me you love me."
"I promise....and I love you. Forever...."
~~~~~
"And I will keep you safe and strong
And sheltered from the storm
No matter where it's barren
Our dream is being born..."
Part Fourteen
"No matter who they follow
No matter where they lead
No matter how they judge us
I'll be everyone you need.."
~~~~~
"Hold still."
Buffy sighed, trying to lean back in the bath-
tub, but two hands buried in her mass of lath-
ered up hair were preventing it.
"I don't want to hear you complaining when you have
soap in your eyes."
"Well, hurry up. My hair wasn't dirty to begin with,
you know."
William chuckled. "I know...I just like playing around
with it. Besides, doesn't it feel good?"
"Yeah, it feels great. Can I rinse it now?"
Extricating his hands from her hair, he reached for the
shower attachment and spun the knobs to start the
warm water.
When all the shampoo was out of her hair, he turned
the water off and pulled her back until she was re-
clining in his embrace.
Picking up a soft sponge, he squirted some bath gel
on it and worked up a lather, then began to spread it
over her shoulders and down to her breasts and ab-
domen.
Buffy lay quietly docile under his touch, her eyes half
closed as she listened to the music playing on her mom's
CD player.
"Do you ever think about the future?" she asked.
He stopped in his ministrations for a moment. "How do
you mean?"
"Well...like what's gonna be happening in your life five
years from now. Do you ever wonder?"
He shrugged dismissively. "Not really. I prefer to sit
back and see what comes about."
"Oh..."
"Why?" he asked. "Do you?"
She hesitated. "I used to...when I was a little kid."
"But you don't anymore?"
Buffy shook her head. "I'm not thinking that I'm gonna
have a real long lifespan."
He stiffened and frowned. "Don't say that," he muttered
curtly.
"It's true, though," she said. "Slayers don't have a long
shelf life."
"You'll be different."
She turned as best she could to look at him. "How will I
be different?" She wasn't sure how she expected him to
respond. The best thing he could say would be some-
thing along the lines of, "You'll be different because I'll
never let anything happen to you. I'll take you far away
from here and we'll spend the rest of our lives together
making love on a moonlit beach."
That would be nice. That was a plan she could get
behind.
But all he said was, "You just will be."
~~~~~
"No matter if the sun don't shine
Or if the skies are blue
No matter what the end is
My life began with you..."
~~~~~
The firelight painted her body with golden
splashes of color as she moved up and down.
Her lover lay beneath her, his body stretched
out on the plush carpeting in front of the hearth,
gazing up at the girl riding him.
His hands moved up her sides and around in
front to hold her breasts. The full mounds over-
flowed in his fingers, soft and pliable, with tight
rose nipples.
His cock was lodged firmly inside of her, an iron
bar clasped in a wet velvet glove. Buffy's strong legs
propelled her up and down as she supported herself
with hands splayed over William's chest.
Her eyes were closed, and her head was tipped
slightly back. He had never seen anyone so over-
whelmingly sensual. She was such an enticing mix-
ture of an innocent child and a seductive woman.
He began to pump his hips up to meet her down-
strokes, harder and faster as he listened to the
music of her panting breath.
Squeezing her breasts harder, he strained beneath
her, pounding up into her until he felt her tighten
around him and heard her soft cry of completion.
She collapsed on his chest, snuggling up to him
like a sleepy kitten.
Looking up at him curiously, she said, "Um...you
didn't..."
He smiled. "No. I didn't."
"Well...how come?"
"Because I have something else in mind."
She narrowed her eyes. "Like what?" she asked,
nervously.
He answered her by rolling over until she was
beneath him.
"Oh," she said. "You wanted to be on top?"
He smiled mysteriously. "In a manner of speaking."
Buffy waited for him to re-connect with her. When he
made no immediate attempt to do so, she was confused.
Before she could say anything, he sat up between her
outspread legs. "Have I told you tonight how beautiful
you are?"
She smiled. "A hundred times or so. But that doesn't
mean you have to stop."
"You have such lovely breasts," he murmured, cap-
turing them in his hands. "I can't get enough of them.
They're so full, and firm...soft."
"Thank you."
He chuckled. "You're welcome," he said seriously,
winking at her.
Leaning down, he began to kiss her breasts. Starting
with the full undercurves, he worked his way up and over,
leaving a moist path behind him as he centered his
attention on her nipples.
Buffy took a ragged breath and arched her back,
thrusting her breasts more fully forward for his eager
mouth.
Moving his lips to her ear, he whispered. "Want to learn
something new?"
"Sure," she said softly.
Levering himself up, he grabbed a fat throw pillow from
the sofa and arranged it beneath her back. This gave
her the right amount of support from beneath.
When he had her the way he wanted her, he straddled
her rib cage and slowly moved up.
Noticing the direction he was heading in, she opened
her mouth and waited. But instead of sliding his
erection between her lips, he raised himself on his
knees and placed it in the hollow between her breasts.
Buffy's eyes widened. This was very..VERY new. She
hadn't even read about this sort of thing.
"Is this okay, love?" he asked, his voice soft and
low pitched.
"Yes...I guess...what do you want me to do?"
"Put your hands on the sides of your breasts,"
he said, "and push them together until they're all
around me."
She did as he asked, and he groaned at the un-
believable sensation of her soft breasts pillowing
his rigid cock.
Buffy watched as his eyes closed and his jaw
clenched. She looked down, fascinated by the
sight of his penis sliding up and down. It was so
big and hard, that when it slid up, it nearly touched
her.....
A light bulb burst in her head, and she gathered
up her nerve, waiting for his next thrust up.
When the head of his erection appeared again, she
extended her tongue and licked it.
His eyes flew open. "Oh, FUCK!!" he shouted, then
stared at her in shock, completely amazed that she
would take such initiative.
"Did...did you like that?" she asked timidly.
"God....sweetheart, YES," he said. "Do it again."
Scooting down just a bit, she moistened her lips
and pressed a lingering kiss against the head of
his shaft when it popped up, then licked it with
her tongue.
Semen leaked from the tiny slit, further lubricating
his movements. He slid himself easily up and down,
squeezing her breasts more firmly together, and
rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.
He began to move faster, sliding himself in and
out of the warm cradle of her flesh. It felt so incre-
dibly good that he couldn't hold back.
Bracing himself on his knees, he began to pump
faster and faster, shouting his pleasure out loud,
telling her how good it felt to fuck her between her
tits.
When he felt the onset of orgasm, he pulled him-
self out of her enveloping mounds and pumped his
hand up and down rapidly. Releasing one last, loud
cry, he splattered a copious gush of semen all
over her tender breasts.
All his strength gave out, and he fell over to one
side, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling.
As soon as he found some vocal control, he turned
and looked at her. "You're wonderful."
"Thank you." Buffy smiled gamely. "Could you
go and get me a towel?"
~~~~~
"I can't deny what I believe
I can't be what I'm not.."
~~~~~
"Goodnight, angel."
Buffy clung to him longer than she normally
would have. It was almost 5:00 a.m., and she
knew he had to leave, but for some reason she
was afraid to let him go.
"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked softly, rubbing
her back.
She shook her head. "I don't know. Something..."
Wrapping his arms more tightly around her, he
stood there in the doorway with her. She was actually
trembling, and it concerned him. "Don't you feel good?"
Buffy buried her face against his shirt front. "I feel
okay."
As much as he wanted to just pick her up and
carry her upstairs, he knew he couldn't give in to that
temptation tonight. He'd already gotten three text
messages from Luke wanting to know when he was
coming back to the house he'd rented on the far
north side of Sunnydale.
For Luke to pester him in such a way, something
big had to be going down.
"Sweetheart," he began hesitantly. "I have to go now."
Buffy nodded. "I know."
He could tell by her wobbly voice that she was on the
verge of tears. Feeling like he was cutting his heart
out of his chest, he loosened his hold on her. "I'll
call you tomorrow, angel. We'll make some plans,"
he said, trying to cheer her up. "How about I take you
shopping? I'll buy you anything your little heart de-
sires. That sound like fun?"
"Yes," she sniffled. "But, I can't. My mother's coming
home tomorrow."
"Oh." He looked down at the top of her head. "I didn't
know that."
"Yeah. She called me this morning. Her plane's
getting in at four-thirty."
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, perplexed.
"Well...I meant to," she said. "But we were busy."
He smiled. "I remember."
Buffy squeezed him tighter around the waist.
"Would you..." she spoke haltingly. "I'd like for you
to meet her. I've sort of been telling her about
you."
"Not everything, I hope," he teased, looking suitably scandalized.
The remark finally got a soft giggle out of her.
"No, not everything," she admitted. "Just that
we're...dating."
He shrugged. "Technically, that's not a lie."
"I told her I met you at school."
"Okay, now THAT'S a lie."
"Well...telling the truth won't work."
He couldn't refute the logic.
"No, I suppose it won't"
"And it's just that she's really...sticky..
about meeting the guys I go out with."
"Good for her," he said. "She can fend off
all the dogs that'll come sniffing around
my girl."
"She says that...that if a boy can't be
bothered to come to the door and intro-
duce himself to her that he's only after
one thing."
"Guarding your innocence" he approved. "Remind
me to bring her some flowers tomorrow night. What?"
he added, seeing the look on her face. "Did you
honestly think I wouldn't want to meet her?"
Pleased by his comment, Buffy forced herself
to ease her hold on him and step back.
"I'm not sure I can pass for a high school student,"
he said. "But I'll try."
She rewarded him with her knock-out smile,
and pulled him down into a long, lingering
kiss. "Thank you," she whispered.
"I'll see you tonight, angel," he said. "I love
you."
"I love you, too," she replied, releasing him from
the death grip she had on his arms. "I'll always
love you...I promise."
After one last kiss, he got into his car and
drove away.
~~~~~
"I know this love's forever
That's all that matters now
No matter what..."