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 Thirty
~~~~~
"When love is new
And the world is out reaching for you
We try hard to hold it all
In our hands
But it slips through like soft drifting sands
But drying the tears
Can build it all like new"
~~~~~
Buffy waited in the car as William stopped in the
hotel office for the key.
He had called ahead on the way, making sure that "their"
room was available, promising her that if it wasn't, he
would make it so.
She was was so happy to see him and to touch him,
she wouldn't have cared if he took her to the sleaziest
fleabag motel on the highway out of town.
Swiveling in her seat, she saw him exit the building. He
had the key in one hand and a small white box in the
other.
When he'd reseated himself in the car, he handed her
the box. Buffy turned it over, and saw the large red cross
on the top, underscored with the words "First Aid".
William parked the car in front of the cottage, unlocked
it's front door and returned to help her out.
"You okay, angelface?" he asked, giving her his arm
to lean on. "Not too hurt, are you?"
"No, I'm fine," Buffy said, smiling bravely. "Nothing
hurt but my dignity." Placing her weight on her ankle,
she gasped. "And maybe my ankle."
Without a word, he scooped her up and carried her
inside the cottage. He took her into the bathroom and
sat her on the counter. Lifting her foot gently, he removed
her shoe and examined her ankle.
His touch was firm, but gentle. "I think you just strained
it, babe. It'll be a bit sore, but it's not serious."
Buffy grinned. "Slayer healing comes in handy."
William met her gaze with his. "This is my fault," he
murmured.
"No, it isn't," she insisted. "You didn't push me. I fell."
He shook his head. "You fell because you were chasing
after me. That shouldn't have happened," he said, shedding
his coat.
"Well....since you brought it up," she replied. "How did
you know I was there...and how come you left? Did you
come inside? Couldn't you...you know...find me? Is that
why you were leaving, and...and why were you driving so
fast? I heard your car and...well, I didn't know it was yours
at first, but then Xander said it was such a neat car and when
I looked, I saw you, but you..."
"Did you hit your head?" His voice was concerned as he
moved his fingers through her hair, searching for an injury
of some kind.
She knew she was babbling, and no doubt sounded a
little crazed. "Um...no. I just...banged my chin." She tilted
her face up. "Is it bleeding."
William examined her face. "Hardly at all. It's just a small
scrape." He took her hands and turned them to look at the
palms.
Buffy saw the first aid kit out of the corner of her eye. "It's
all right," she said, pulling her hands away. "It's nothing."
"In whose opinion?" he asked. Retrieving her hands, he
gently picked out a few specks of dirt. He opened the kit,
then ran water in the sink. When it was warm enough, he
carefully cleaned the scrapes with an antiseptic soap. He
dried her hands with a soft towel, then reached for a can of
Bactine.
Buffy immediately pulled her hands back. "I don't need that."
"Yes, you do," William insisted, reaching for the hands she
kept behind her back.
Big pain, Buffy could handle. But the little pains, like the sting-
ing from having antiseptic sprayed on an open wound, she
tended to avoid like the plague.
Immediately deducing the problem, William smiled. "My
brave little slayer's afraid of a little antiseptic spray," he
teased.
She shook her head. "I'm not afraid of it," she protested.
"Good." He reached for her hand again.
Buffy evaded him. "I just don't need it."
William shrugged. "Fine," he conceded. "But when your
hands get infected and you wind up in hospital, don't com-
plain to me. And, by the way, you'll find it difficult to
perform your duties as a slayer with a couple of hooks
where your...that's my girl."
She thrust her hands out, submitting quietly to the
remainder of his treatment.
~~~~~
"Now and forever
Remember the words from my heart
Will always be true
Now and forever
Together, and all that I feel
Is my love for you..."
~~~~~
When he was finished doctoring Buffy, William nudged
her legs apart and stepped closer. "This wasn't the way
I pictured our reunion, angelface," he said, with a rueful
smile. "I was thinking more moonlight and roses, and
less Phisohex and band aids."
She regarded him with a steady gaze. "Where have you
been?"
He hesitated, then picked her up and carried her out of
the bathroom. Sitting in one of the armchairs, he held her
on his lap as he explained.
"There's a small island off the coast of South America. It's
called Isla Nueva."
Buffy leaned her head against his shoulder and played with
his shirt buttons.
The feel of her body pressed so intimately against his, after
the long, lonely time he'd been without her, was playing
havoc with his senses. He'd almost forgotten how soft and
warm she was, and how good she smelled.
"On the night I left," he continued, "we discovered that there
was a healer living there...a warlock, actually...who could
possibly cure Drusilla completely. Problem was, we had to
leave immediately, that night. Arrangements were made for
us to board a yacht in Mexico..."
"But...why didn't you tell me?" Buffy asked, looking up to
meet his gaze with her own.
"I didn't have time, baby. We had to leave immediately. We
barely had time to pack. I wrote you a letter..."
"Yeah," she said, frowning at the memory. "I got it."
William shook his head and tilted her face up. "Not
that letter," he said. "In the car, on the way to Los Angeles,
I wrote you a letter telling you that I'd be back as soon as
possible. I tried to tell you how sorry I was to have to leave
the way I did."
Buffy sat up straight in his lap. "I never got that letter."
"I know...I never sent it," he replied, tightening his arms
around her. "I was about to...then I started thinking that
maybe you'd be better off if I didn't come back.."
"What?!" She grabbed the lapels of his shirt. "How could you
even think a thing like that?" she demanded.
He shook his head. "I know...it was stupid." He kissed
her lightly on the lips, then buried his face in her sweet
smelling hair. "I can never leave you, angelface. I couldn't
stand being away from you. If I'd had to go one more day,
I would have lost my mind."
"Well, I should think so!" she said, wrapping her arms
around him. "Please don't do that again," she added. "Don't
you know....I wanted to die when I thought I'd never see
you again?"
"I know, baby," he whispered, stroking her hair. "So
did I."
~~~~~
"Learning each day
That the right time was so far away
To tell you the things I knew
Now, it's clear
That the moment we searched for is here
And counting the years is all I want to do
~~~~~
"So...is she better?"
"Mm-hmm. Completely healthy again."
Buffy looked up at him. "You...you didn't bring her with
you, did you?"
He chuckled. "God, no. She's still on the island, I
guess."
She was happy to hear this. "Did you tell her...about me?"
"Yes. Well, actually I didn't really need to tell her. She
already knew that I'd fallen in love with another woman.
Remember...I told you how she has these visions?"
Buffy nodded. "What did she say?"
Instead of answering, he cupped her chin in his hand,
lifting her face. "Sweetheart...I promise I'll tell you anything
you want to know, but if I can't make love to you soon, I
won't be responsible for what happens."
Just hearing him say the words made her entire body
become pliant and calm in his arms. "I missed you so
much," she said, leaning forward and brushing her lips
against his.
He stood up and carried her to the bed. "Can you stand
for a second?" he asked, setting her on her feet.
Buffy tested her ankle by allowing her weight to rest
on it a little at a time. There was barely a twinge this
time. "It's fine," she said, looking down at her feet. "But
just look what I did to my dress."
William smiled. She hadn't changed a bit.
Kneeling in front of her, he examined the stained fabric
of her gown. There was a small smear of dirt where her
knee had ground the material into the pavement, and
a splatter of red fruit punch down at the hem.
"I'm sure this can be cleaned, angelface," he said,
glancing up at her. "It's a very pretty dress."
Buffy looked down at him, her eyes melting with tender-
ness. "I knew you'd like it."
"Did you have a nice time at the dance?" He urged her
to sit down on the side of the bed, then slipped off her
shoes and set them aside.
She shrugged. "It was all right. I would have liked it more
if you had taken me."
"Next time," he promised. His hands moved up the sides
of her legs, searching for the waist band of her pantyhose.
She lifted her hips, allowing him to pull them down and off.
"No garter belt and stockings tonight?"
Buffy shook her head. "I only wore those because you
were going to see them," she said, matter-of-factly. "I
didn't figure anyone would be seeing my pantyhose."
"Good thing," William murmured, stroking the soft skin
of her thighs. He sat back and unlaced his boots, then
tugged them off and climbed behind her on the bed.
Gathering up her hair, he pushed the fragrant mass
to one side, then leaned over to kiss the soft skin of
her neck and shoulder. "When is your next school dance?"
Buffy tilted her head to one side. "Mmmm," she sighed
dreamily. "The junior prom, I guess."
William began to unzip her dress. "Well, you let me know,
and I'll take you shopping for a gown." He placed a gentle
kiss at the nape of her neck. "And shoes...something
pretty for your hair...and something sparkly for around
your lovely throat." He punctuated each offer with another
light kiss, trailing them down her back as her dress slipped
down around her waist.
Buffy's head was beginning to spin in the wonderfully
familiar way she'd missed.
"So, tell me," William said, unfastening her bra. "Do you
fancy diamonds...or emeralds, to match your eyes...or
rubies, the color of your lips?" His hands drew the lingerie
straps down her arms, then slid back up.
The touch of his fingers as they moved lightly over her
skin was making it difficult for her to concentrate on what
he was saying. Her eyes drifted shut as she leaned back
into his embracing arms.
"William," she whispered pleadingly. "Touch me."
Her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward as he
slipped his hands down and over them.
"Buffy," he said in her ear, gently licking her soft skin. "I
love you, baby...so much. I've missed touching you like
this...feeling your silky skin...making your nipples hard."
She whimpered when he lifted her breasts, and swept his
thumbs back and forth over the firm pink buds.
After a few moments, he released her breasts and
worked her dress off entirely. "Oh, baby," he said softly,
appraising every inch of her. "You are so damn beautiful
it almost hurts to look at you."
Reluctantly, he left the bed and began to undress. He
dropped his shirt on the floor, then raised his hands to
unbuckle his belt.
When her eyes darted away, he smiled. "Still my shy
little bride, aren't you?," he said, unzipping his fly. "I'm
glad to see you blushing again, angel. Sometimes, I
think I missed that most of all."
His pants dropped down around his ankles, and he
stepped out of them.
"Buffy...look at me." When she did as he asked, he
said, "Can you see how badly I want you." Pushing his
hips slightly forward, he indicated his unrestrained
erection.
Half hypnotized, Buffy watched him kneel on the bed.
Moving up beside her, he took her hand and placed
it on his hard length. When her fingers instinctively
wrapped around it, he groaned softly. "That's my
sweet little girl...yes...like that."
She slid her hand up and down, rubbing her thumb
over the head of his shaft. A pearly bead of semen
emerged from it, and she smoothed it back into his
skin.
William knew he couldn't allow this play to continue
much longer. He'd been apart from her far too long to
count on being able to control himself.
But, oh God....it felt so damn good.
~~~~~
"Now and forever
Remember the words from my heart
Will always be true
Now and forever
Together, and all that I feel
Is my love for you"
~~~~~
Even though she was out of practice, her memory
served to guide her movements. She fondled and
manipulated his erection in all the ways she knew
he liked best.
If his half spoken words and harsh grunts were any-
thing to judge by, she figured she must be doing
something right.
When he finally pushed her hand away, she knew it
wasn't because he wanted her to stop, but because he
was approaching a climax that he wouldn't be able to
control.
Almost before she knew what was happening, he
threw one leg over her, straddling her hips. Moving down,
he positioned himself between her splayed thighs,
then lowered himself and began tonguing her wetness.
Buffy threw her head back, grinding it into the pillow
beneath her. Her fingers slipped down and played with
the platinum silk of his hair.
Panting and writhing under the onslaught of his ravaging
tongue, she nearly screamed when he located what
surely must be the most highly sensitized place on
her body.
"Mmmm," he moaned. "Still the sweetest little pussy
I've ever tasted."
Licking her with hard strokes of his tongue, he brought
one hand up and slipped his index finger up and down the
heated cleft of her sex, dipping it teasingly inside her from
time to time, driving her insane with need.
When he couldn't stand to wait another moment, he moved
up from his vantage point between her legs and settled
down on top of her. "Hold me," he begged.
Buffy slipped her arms around him and pulled him closer.
One hand moved into his touseled curls and pressed his
face against her throat, while the other moved around his
back.
He adjusted his position, then began to push himself
inside her. "Oh, God....Buffy....sweetheart," he mouthed
against her damp skin.
Although she tried to relax, Buffy was a little surprised
to learn that a long abstinence from intercourse caused
some discomfort when the waiting period was over.
"I'm sorry, baby....am I hurting you?" William raised his
head and looked down at her.
Afraid that he might try and pull away if he thought he
was causing her pain, Buffy clutched him tighter. "No,
I'm fine....please don't stop."
She knew enough now to realize that the only cure
for the problem was to forge ahead and let her body
become accustomed to his invasion of it.
"Are you sure?" he asked, drawing back slightly and
then sliding back in.
Buffy nodded, raising her hips to meet his downward
thrust. "Yes....yes. Please....love me..." She pulled
at him until he had settled most of his weight on her,
propping himself only a little on his forearms.
"I do love you," he whispered in her ear. The fluids
that their bodies were producing was making their
joining slick and easier.
Buffy was relieved to discover that the pain was di-
minishing rapidly.
Holding his weight on one arm, William sent his free hand
down, cupping the back of her left thigh and lifting it. She
bent her knee and curved her leg across the small of his
back, giving him an even deeper penetration.
It wasn't long before he knew that this first time after
so long wasn't going to last. His body was already sending
him signals, telling him to get ready because it wasn't
going to wait much longer.
He began to thrust harder and deeper, releasing a soft
grunt every time his pelvis impacted against hers.
"Buffy...Buffy...baby," he chanted, a mantra of lust and
love. "Feels so good....so hot and wet...so fucking tight!"
When he angled himself so that the base of his shaft
rubbed her sensitive clitoris, her eyes flew open wide and she
began to move beneath him, seeking that delicious friction
on her own, allowing it to carry her over the edge.
William felt her nails digging into his skin when she came.
His thrusts increased in speed, until he was literally jack-
hammering himself into her, heedless of anything else in
the world but the pleasure he was seeking between her legs.
He lifted his head and captured her mouth beneath his,
thrusting his tongue between her lips, moaning when she
caught it and sucked it gently.
His control snapped and they were both caught up in
the storm of passion. He shouted with exultation as he
rammed into her over and over again, calling her name,
babbling words of love and tenderness, and of hot, raw
sex.
He surged into her one final time, grinding himself against
her as he allowed his orgasm to take him under. The
clutching heat and wetness surrounding his cock was al-
most unbearably pleasurable, and he erupted inside of
her, spewing what felt like gallons of semen into her, giving
her everything that had been building up for so damn long.
~~~~~
"Hold me as close as love will allow
Until all your fears are gone
What has all passed
Is over now
I'm here with you
I'm here with you
I'm holding on..."
~~~~~
Buffy was sated to the point of immobility. She
literally couldn't move one muscle in her body.
After a few minutes, her lover rolled off of her
and went into the bathroom. Returning with a damp
washcloth, he began to dab her with it, removing
the sheen of perspiration, then gently cleaning
between her thighs.
When he was finished, he tossed the cloth onto
the bedside table and climbed back into her bed.
Pulling her into his arms, he reclined back into the
pillows as he stroked her hair, reacquainting himself
with it's silky texture and the floral scent of her
shampoo.
She didn't say anything, and he assumed that the
unaccustomed activity had tired her out to the point
of falling asleep.
He was close to joining her when she suddenly sat
bolt upright in bed and stared down at him, wide-
eyed.
"You...you told them that you're my husband!?!"
~~~~~
"Now and forever
Remember the words from my heart
Will always be true
Now and forever
Together and all that I feel
Is my love for you.."
~~~~~
Part Thirty One
~~~~~
"We will remember this first night forever
After all the songs fade away
And the stage fades to gray
And we will remember this first night together
We'll recall the things that we said
All the foolish dreams in our head
On the night we met..."
~~~~~
He caught her before she could leap out of bed,
and pulled her close.
"Buffy," he said clearly, looking her right in the
eye. "I AM your husband. I made you my wife in
my world, and very soon, I'll make you my wife in
YOUR world as well."
The words surprised her, and she forgot her distress.
"Really?" she asked.
Taking hold of her arms, William rolled her over
until he was above her. "Really," he said firmly, his
tone leaving no room for doubt or argument. "Stay
right here."
Buffy watched as he climbed out of bed and fished
something from the inner pocket of his coat. Returning
to her, he sat beside her and held out a small velvet box.
She sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes and making
sure she was covered by the sheet.
He smiled at this action, but said nothing, waiting for
her to take the box.
Buffy swallowed hard. "What's that?"
"Why don't you open it and find out?"
Taking a deep breath, she picked up the small box
and flipped the catch open, then lifted the lid. When
she saw what the box contained, she took in such a
gasp of surprise that she had a hard time making
herself breathe properly again.
She stared in shock at a diamond solitaire ring,
with a stone bigger than a dime. "Is this for me?"
William chuckled. "Of course it's for you. That's your
engagement ring. Do you like it?"
Buffy was speechless. She'd never even seen a diamond
ring like this one.
"I was going to get a larger stone, but you have such a
little hand," he said. Taking the box away from her, he
extracted the ring, then took her left hand and kissed it.
He tilted her chin up so that he could look into her eyes.
"Buffy," he said quietly. "I love you more than anything in
the entire world. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone
before...and I'll love you forever. I can't exist without you.
Will you marry me?"
~~~~~
"I'm searching your eyes
Have I seen you somewhere?
You're filling my thoughts with a strange intrigue
I rivet my glance to your every movement
I got a notion your love's in a whole
different league..."
~~~~~
She stared at him for so long that he was beginning
to wonder if she'd heard him. "Sweetheart?"
Tears flooded her eyes, and she blinked hard to hold
them back. "I'll say I will," she whispered and flung
herself into his arms so violently that they toppled over
backwards.
Covering his face with kisses, she felt laughter bubbling
up inside of her. "That's the best proposal I've ever heard."
William smiled. "Exactly how many men have proposed
to you, angelface?"
"Just you," she said seriously. "Unless you count Matthew
Bateman, but that was in second grade. He gave me a ring,
too. Not as nice as yours, since it came out of a box of
cereal."
"Hmm," William said, mussing her hair. "Did you accept?"
Buffy sat up, still keeping herself covered by tucking the
sheet under her arms. "Oh, sure. We started making wedding
plans and everything. We saw this video on TV of Princess
Diana's wedding, and we decided that's how ours was going
to be...except bigger."
"So, um" He propped his head on his hand and smiled. "Did
he kiss you?"
"He tried to, but I punched him." She shrugged. "That was
pretty much the end of the wedding plans."
Completely enchanted with the story, William sat up and
pulled her into his lap. "What happened?"
"I accidentally broke his nose. His mother was really
mad."
"What did you hit him with?"
"Just my fist," she explained. "But I was pretty strong for
a seven year old...guess it was the beginning of the slayer
thing."
He squeezed her and gave her a kiss. "You know, I've
missed these stories of yours almost as much as your
blushes."
Buffy returned the kiss. "I still have the ring," she said. "Even
though it turned my finger green."
"Well, mine won't turn your finger green, I promise," he
said.
Buffy looked at him like a child on Christmas morning. "Can
I wear it now?"
Turning her on his lap until her back was pressed against
his chest, he picked up her left hand and slid the ring onto
the proper finger. It fit like Cinderella's slipper.
Buffy held it up to the lamplight, fascinated by the sparkle
of the gem as she tilted her hand this way and that.
William wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled the
side of her neck. "There's a wedding band that goes with it,
but if you don't like them you can choose another."
"Are you crazy?" she asked. "I love this, and I know I'll love
the wedding band, too. I wouldn't change them for anything."
She leaned back, reclining in his arms. "Will you wear a ring,
too?" she asked shyly.
He nodded. "Of course I will."
Buffy sighed, pleased with his answer. "My father never wanted
to wear his wedding ring," she said. "He was afraid it would get
caught on something while he was working."
William suspected that there was actually a very different
reason for her father's un-husbandlike manner, but he said
nothing about it.
"I'll take you shopping and let you choose one," he promised.
~~~~~
"And this night shall be the first night
And first nights were made for love
I can taste the action in the air tonight
Hearts are pounding as the sparks ignite.."
~~~~~
Reaching around in front of her with one hand,
he tugged gently on the sheet until it began to slip.
Buffy let her head tilt back and rest of his shoulder,
thrusting her breasts forward into his waiting palms.
He squeezed them firmly, growling in her ear and
making her giggle.
Then, slipping his hands beneath them, he lifted them
slightly and pushed them together as his thumbs swept
over her nipples. This action brought a soft whimper of
pleasure from her throat.
"Feel good?" he murmured.
"Uh-huh." Her eyes drifted closed as she focused all
her senses on his touch. His fingers were gentle as he
caressed the hard tips of her breasts, and she could feel
his shaft stiffening against her bottom.
Without even thinking about it, she rubbed herself against
his erection, making him mutter something unintelligible,
and lift his hips slightly.
His tongue swiped over the small scar his bite had left
on her skin.
"Are...are you going to....?" Her voice was husky with her
desire.
"Not tonight," he answered, licking her again. "On our
wedding night, I will."
"Our wedding night," she repeated dreamily.
He nudged her forward until she was stretched out on
her stomach, then moved up and over her, keeping his
weight from resting fully on her. Starting at the
nape of her neck, he licked and kissed every inch of
her skin all the way down to her soft bottom.
Pushing her legs apart, he positioned himself
between them and began tonguing her sex, probing
and licking until she was panting from the onslaught
of pleasure and emotion.
"So sweet," he whispered, drinking in all the precious
dew her body was providing him.
"Please..." she murmured brokenly. "I...I need..."
"I know what you need," he said. "I'm going to give it to you."
Sitting up, he pulled her hips until she was on her knees
in front of him, bracing her hands on the mattress.
William moved his hand down between them and took
hold of himself.
Buffy tensed when she felt him rubbing the head of his
penis against her, anointing it in the warm wetness he
found.
"Relax, baby," he said, positioning himself for penetration.
She waited, consciously trying to do as he requested.
A few seconds ticked by, and she turned her head. "What
are you waiting for?" she asked.
"Just savoring the moment," he said.
"Oh....okay." Not exactly knowing what was expected of her,
she waited another ten seconds. "So," she finally said, "what's
South America like?"
Smiling, he pushed himself slightly inside. "Well....it's hot.."
"Mm-hmm."
A little further in. "And it's moist."
"Really?" Her voice was higher pitched.
"And it's...lush." He was almost completely buried in her.
"Sounds like....like a fun place," she panted.
"Oh, it is. Lots of...fun." His final word was delivered
through a clenched jaw as he slammed all the way in.
~~~~~
"And this night shall be remembered
Long after the music's gone
And we'll reminisce on the things we said
And we'll fall in love again.."
~~~~~
Taking a firmer hold on her hips, he began to thrust
rhythmically. His eyes were glued to the place where
they were joined so intimately.
The things that he had taught her came back in a rush,
and she started pushing back against him, meeting his
thrusts.
"Yes," he muttered. "That's my girl...harder...come on,
kitten...really hard now....oh, fuck yes..."
Buffy licked lips that were dry from her harsh panting,
then nearly screamed when she felt his fingers moving
around in front of her, searching between her thighs.
"Fuck, yes...there...let me play with it...make you
wetter...hotter...."
Buffy didn't see how she could possibly BE any wetter
and hotter than she already was, but she let him do as
he wanted, not caring as long as he kept pounding into
her and driving her to a whole new level of passion.
~~~~~
"In the air I can sense a strong attraction
Emotions run wild, are we on the verge?
We've got a hot line to satisfaction
I've got the answer if you've got the urge.."
~~~~~
Without warning, he tumbled to one side, taking her with
him, never breaking their connection.
Stretching himself out beneath her, he cupped his
hands over her breasts, squeezing and massaging
them.
Buffy stared at the ceiling as he continued to slide
in and out of her.
He bent his knees and braced his feet on the bed,
then told her to put her legs outside of his. This opened
her to him even more.
"That's...good..." he grunted, pumping faster. "So tight..so
fucking tight...unh...unh...yeah..."
She was nearly out of her mind with need when she
realized that he had unknowingly placed them in the
position she had dreamed about on the night she had
begun to wonder whether or not he was ever coming back.
"Buffy...baby...mine...mine," he chanted, moving one
hand down and cupping her sex, then spreading his fingers
for his shaft to slide between. "This...is...mine!"
Miraculously, he increased his already thundering pace,
ramming so hard that he lifted her a few inches in the air.
Her body was sending out signals that she was nearly
there...ready for the final touches.
~~~~~
"My motor is hot, I'm feeling elation
You came in the night with the right temptation.."
~~~~~
Rolling her over again, he laid fully on top of her, pushing
her down into the mattress. His hips nudged her legs
farther apart, and he held himself on his forearms.
"Do you feel me, baby?" he whispered in her ear. "Feel
me inside of you...feel me fucking your sweet little
pussy? Feel my cock sliding in and out of it...fucking
it...fucking you..."
Buffy pressed her cheek against the cool cotton sheet,
her eyes shut tight as she concentrated.
"You gonna come, babe? Gonna come hard? Gonna
do it for me?"
She definitely was, she suddenly realized, feeling the internal
contractions begin.
He felt it, too. "Yeah...tighter...tighter...come on, babe...come
when I do...now...fuck...fuck....yeah..now...ahh...now...NOW!!"
When she clamped down on him, he delivered his final
thrust and emptied his cock into her, flooding her womb,
overflowing until it trickled down her thighs and soaked into
the sheet.
~~~~~
"And this night shall be the first night
And first nights are made for love
I can taste the action in the air tonight
Hearts are pounding as the sparks ignite
And this night will be remembered
Long after the music's gone
And we'll reminisce on the things we said
All the crazy dreams running through our heads
And we'll fall in love again.."
~~~~~
"Buffy? Honey?"
"Hmmm?"
"You all right?"
"Yep."
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Nope."
He chuckled. "Reduced you to monosyllabic responses,
I see."
"Huh?"
Planting a hard kiss between her shoulder blades, he
rolled off of her and out of bed. "Never mind," he said,
holding out one hand. "Come with me."
Buffy, who had been admiring her ring again, allowed
him to pull her to her feet. He placed his hands on her
shoulders and steered her towards the bathroom.
"But I don't need to go to the bathroom," she said,
digging in her heels.
"That's not why I'm taking you there," he informed
her, pushing her through the bathroom door. "Want
to learn something new?"
Buffy smiled at the familiar words. Since things
always worked out to her advantage when he asked her
that question, she was agreeable.
Once in the bathroom, he released her and opened
the shower door. Turning the handles to start the
water, he adjusted the temperature until he had it where
he wanted it, then looked at her and beckoned her
towards him.
~~~~~
"We will remember this first night forever..."
~~~~~
Part Thirty Two
~Standing Outside The Fire~
~~~~~
"We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones who never do let go
And risk the tables being turned.."
~~~~~
When she didn't move quickly enough, William reached out
and grabbed Buffy's hand, hauling her across the bathroom floor so
fast that her feet nearly lost contact with it.
"I didn't..." was all she managed to say before he cut her off by
taking her mouth in a brutally hard kiss. When he finally released
her, her lips felt bruised and she tried to look in the mirror.
"Where do you think YOU'RE going?" he asked, grabbing her around
the waist and yanking her up against him. "Get in the shower NOW,
Elizabeth!"
Surprised at his harsh tone and his use of her given name, Buffy
looked at him with confused eyes. She opened her mouth to say
something, but he stopped her again by turning her roughly and
almost throwing her into the shower stall.
It was an unusually large enclosure, and when she hit the far
wall and turned to face him, he had to take a few steps to get hold
of her.
"Why are you calling me Elizabeth?" she asked. "Are...are you
mad at me or something?" The only reason she could come up with
for this kind of treatment was a delayed reaction to seeing her dancing
with Xander. "Is this about...."
"Shut up!" he rapped out, placing his hands on her shoulders and
turning her to face the shower wall. Pushing her up against the cold
tile, he added, "If I wanted you to talk, I'd be asking you questions."
"Yeah, but what did I..."
A sharp slap was administered to her rear, not a terribly painful one,
but enough to sting a little.
"Hey!" she protested. "Why..."
Another slap landed on her bottom. "Did I...or did I not...tell you to
shut up?"
Buffy's confusion was now beginning to give way to irritation, but
before she went off and reminded him just who she was, she had to
be clear on one thing.
"Wait a second," she yelled, turning to face him. Then, lowering her
voice as though someone might overhear them, she whispered, "Is
this one of those...games?"
Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, he leaned
down and looked into her wide eyes. "Yes," he whispered back.
"Ohh," she smiled and turned back to the wall. "Go ahead."
~~~~~
"We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always come with getting burned.."
~~~~~
It was difficult for him to contain his amusement, but he wanted
to show her a different side of things tonight. Forcing down the
urge to grab her and cover her with kisses, he slid his hands down
her sides and took a firm hold on her hips.
"Were you a good girl while I was gone?" he asked, in a deceptively
gentle tone of voice.
"Yes," she nodded. He could hear the laughter in her voice, so he
gave her another slap on the rear. "Ow!"
"Don't lie to me," he warned. "Were you a good girl?"
"Um...yes....I mean NO!" she yelped, sensing him drawing his hand
back to spank her again. "I was bad. I was very, very bad."
The hand paused in mid-swing.
Buffy turned her head to look at him. "I think you have this
backwards," she informed him. "You spank me when I say I
was good and then you don't when I say I was bad?"
"That's because you were lying to me when you said you'd
been good. I won't punish you for telling the truth." He smacked
her ass again. "That's for being bad in the first place."
Buffy reached behind her and rubbed her sore bottom. "Well,
that's ME for you...bad to the bone."
Unable to help himself, he chuckled. "Tell me what bad things
you did."
There was a long pause. "Everything?" she finally asked.
"You'd BETTER tell me everything," he cautioned her.
Since her sins were hardly of Biblical proportions, she had to
improvise. "Let me think," she stalled. "Oh! I had sex with lots
of guys...and...and girls. We had orgies."
William sighed. "Do you even KNOW what an orgy is?"
"Sure, I do," Buffy insisted. "I went to...three or four a week."
"Liar," he said, smacking her again. He leaned against her and
rubbed his cock in the cleft of her ass.
Which was really starting to hurt. "Could you...um...not so hard?"
she requested.
He answered her by tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling
her head back. "Now you know what it means to be a vampire's
wife," he hissed in her ear.
Figuring that it was time to start participating, Buffy elbowed
him in the abdomen and stomped down on his foot as hard as
she could.
The blow caught him by surprise, and he doubled over at the
force of it.
"Now YOU know," she said, turning to face him, "what it
means to be a slayer's...oh!...are you all right?"
"Fine thanks," he said through clenched teeth. "Why don't we
try something else?"
~~~~~
"But you've got to be tough
When consumed by desire
Cause it's not enough just to
Stand outside the fire..."
~~~~~
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Buffy watched as William tied her wrists to the brass
headboard of the bed, using her torn apart pantyhose
for manacles. Her ankles were already bound to the
footboard.
"It's not that I don't want to," she assured him. "It's lots of
fun, but...what if there's a fire?"
He smiled. "I promise to untie you."
Cinching the final knot tight, he moved to lie down next to
her.
"I know!" she said brightly. "Why don't we go and do
something in public?"
"Sweetheart," he said, with complete sincerity. "I think you'll
enjoy this, but just tell me if you want to stop."
"Don't worry...I will."
~~~~~
"We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall.."
~~~~~
William rolled out of bed and reached for his trousers.
"What...what are you doing?" Buffy asked anxiously.
"I'll be right back," he promised, heading for the door.
"What do you MEAN you'll be right back?!" she squeaked. "Be
right back from where?" Feeling a mild panic begin to rise inside
of her, she pulled against her bonds.
"Baby...relax," he soothed her. "I'm just going to the car, I
swear." He had to smile at her worried little face. "Sweetheart,"
he said. "I wouldn't leave you here, tied to the bed."
"Well...why are going to the car?" she asked uncertainly.
"I have some things for you that I want to get."
"I don't need anything," she said quickly. "Really. I'm fine."
The car was no more than ten feet from the cottage door, she
knew that. Still...tied to a bed and all...it suddenly seemed a lot
farther away. Anything could happen.
William watched the play of her emotions, plain on her pretty
face for anyone to see. "Buffy," he said quietly. "Don't you trust
me?"
Well, how could she NOT, after him saying a thing like that?
"I trust you," she said weakly, then took in a deep breath. "Hurry
back?"
~~~~~
"We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all..."
~~~~~
Part Thirty Three
Standing Outside the Fire, cont...
~~~~~
"They're so hell bent on giving
Walking a wire
Convinced it's not living
If you stand outside the fire.."
~~~~~
Buffy counted to ten five times, waiting for William to come
back. When he didn't appear, she counted again, inserting the
word Mississippi in between each numeral.
While she waited, she gave her bonds an experimental tug. She
could probably break free if she tried hard enough. Problem was,
the knots were cinched so snugly that she couldn't get any
slack to yank against, and this particular brand of pantyhose
was advertised as being extremely resistant to tearing.
This was her mother's fault. Her and her "You get what you pay
for" mentality. "Always buy the best...you'll save money in the
long run," was another one of her mantras, along with, "Sure
you may pay a little more for it, but it'll last longer."
Of course, her mom had never even considered the thought that
the pantyhose might be used for anything other than it's original
purpose.
Wondering just how the hell she managed to get herself into
these predicaments, she jumped when she heard a voice from
the doorway.
"Now what on earth is going through your mind to make you
look so worried?"
He closed and locked the door, then placed a small box on
the floor next to the bed.
"A...big math test on Monday," she replied, wishing she could
think faster on her feet. "I'm pretty sure I'm gonna fail it."
He wasn't buying it. "Uh-huh," he said, sitting down beside
her. "And what makes you so sure you're going to fail?"
"Well," she said casually, as though she wasn't lying on a
bed trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, "mostly past experience.
I'm not very good at math. My friend Willow...she's the girl you saw
with the red hair...she's the math wiz. She can square root to the
pi of the common denominator of the difference between two
variables like a champion. I'm lucky I can find my classroom half
the time."
William looked impressed. "That little girl?"
"Mm-hmm." Buffy glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He
looked a bit TOO impressed. "On the other hand...she's afraid of
frogs and she turned a zillion year old demon loose on the Internet."
He laughed. "I see. Well...I don't want you to fail your test, angel,
so you'll have to study twice as hard tomorrow....because I'm not
letting you go anywhere at the moment. I've been away too long,
and I'm nowhere near ready to take you home."
~~~~~
"Standing out side the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire.."
~~~~~
Leaning over, he reached into the box on the floor and brought
out....Buffy shut her eyes tight for a moment, afraid that she might
see some bizarre contraption that she either had to wriggle into,
climb up on, or swing from...but when she opened them she
was surprised to see he had nothing more disturbing in his hands
than...
"What's that?"
"It's a massage oil, sweetheart," he explained, unscrewing the
cap and pouring a small amount into his cupped palm. "It warms
up when it makes contact with your skin."
Rubbing his hands together, he then placed them on her shoulders
and began to knead the warming oil into her flesh.
She got a whiff of it. "Ooh...strawberry!" she exclaimed brightly.
"Yes. They were out of chocolate."
What he was doing with his hands felt so good, so relaxing, that
she completely forgot she was hogtied to the bed. Her muscles
quivered and relaxed beneath the deep massage he was giving
them.
"That feel good, darling?"
"Mmmmm...yeah," she murmured. "If I was a cat...I'd be purring."
"I'll make you purr," he promised. "My little kitten."
He poured another capful of oil and began to apply it to
her breasts.
This maneuver wiped the dreamy smile right off her face.
"Oh! That stuff really IS warm, isn't it?"
"Mm-hm." He concentrated his efforts on her tight nipples.
Buffy licked her lips. He noticed, and brought one finger to her
mouth.
"Taste," he ordered.
She obeyed without thinking twice, and was pleasantly surprised
to find that the oil tasted as yummy as it smelled. Capturing
his finger in her mouth, she sucked it, making him gasp.
Opening her eyes, she glanced down and saw that he had
somehow gotten his pants off again, and his erection was
almost painful looking.
"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.
"I'm hanging on by my fingernails," he informed her. "But
I'll manage."
~~~~~
"There's a love that is burning
Deep in my soul
Constantly yearning to get
Out of control..."
~~~~~
He made his way down her upper torso, pausing to tickle
her tummy just for the pleasure of hearing her laugh.
The oil was deliciously warm and the room smelled like some
exotic dessert.
William moved to the end of the bed, and oiled her inner
thighs. When he was finished, he bent his head and began kissing
the taut muscles that his fingers slipped over so deliciously.
Applying his tongue to the juncture of her thighs and hips, he
licked and kissed her to a near frenzy.
"Aren't you....why don't you...?" she panted, blushing at the
idea of making a request herself.
He took pity on her. "I will. I wanted to do something else first."
Oh, great. "Like what?" she asked.
Grinning, he reached down into the box.
"Oh! Well, that looks like fun," she commented as he removed
the top from a spray can of whipping cream. He sprayed a line
across her tummy, and she squeaked at the cold on top of the
warm oil. "If I had know that you just wanted to eat stuff off of me, I
wouldn't have been so....." She stopped short.
William glanced up at her. "Been so what, angelface?"
"Nothing," she said. "Never mind."
"Tell me," he insisted. "Come on...did you think I was going to
produce a whip and a chair?"
Buffy smiled uneasily. "Not....exactly." Then, trying to distract
him, she said, "Boy, I like whipped cream, too. Can I lick it off
you?"
His eyebrows arched at the unaccustomed boldness of his
usually reticent bride. "If you'll tell me where you want to lick it
off of?" he prompted.
She looked at him, confused. "Off of you...you know...you."
"Any particular part of me?" he asked.
Buffy swallowed hard, determined to see this through and prove
she wasn't an innocent little nitwit anymore. "Yeah....off your"
She cleared her throat. "...penis."
~~~~~
"Wanting to fly
Higher and higher
I can't abide
Standing outside the fire..."
~~~~~
"Off my....." He was trying so hard not to laugh. "I, um...I
think that could be arranged," he said, reaching up to untie
the knots of her bindings.
"Good," she said. "My circulation was starting to get cut off."
Releasing her, he rubbed her wrists. "Well, sweetheart, why didn't
you tell me? I didn't want this to be painful for you."
"Oh, I'm all right," she assured him. "I've had lots worse than
this happen when I've been tied up."
He glanced at her. "I'm almost afraid to ask..."
~~~~~
"Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire..."
~~~~~
Part Thirty Four
=Quiet Moments=
~~~~~
"Oh, my love
The evening light is catching colors in your eyes
Take another glass of wine
And lay your body next to mine.."
~~~~~
"I was tied to a chair once by an invisible girl."
William leaned back against the headboard. "An invisible
girl?" he echoed. "Oh, this I have to hear."
Buffy pulled the sheet up and draped it over her naked
body. "Well...her name was Marcie and she went to my
school. I guess she didn't make very many friends, and
she felt kind of...ignored. So..after a while she began to
fade out and then...poof. Invisible."
"All right, but why did she tie you to a chair?"
"Oh, because she was nuts," Buffy shrugged. "She
decided to kidnap me and Cordelia...that's the girl Xander's
going with...you saw her earlier, remember?"
"The dark haired beauty?" he smiled. "I remember her from
before. The night we met."
Buffy punched him lightly on the arm. "Enough with the noticing
other girls...especially my friends."
William chuckled, pulling her close. "Other girls? Do you mean
to tell me there are other girls on the planet?"
"Ha-ha," Buffy replied smartly. "Anyway...she tied us both to
a chair and she was about to do some custom plastic surgery
on Cordelia..."
"She didn't hurt you, did she?" he interjected.
"No," she shook her head. "I managed to get loose after she
made the first cut on Cordy. I figured out where she was standing
and I kicked her in the stomach. She fell down and a piece of
curtain or something fell on top of her. Then I could see her
and....that was that."
Buffy picked up the can of whipped cream and sprayed some
onto her finger, then sucked it off. "This is really good," she said,
spraying a portion of the cream into her mouth.
"Glad you like it," William murmured, scooping a stray smear
of the dessert topping off her chin. "Any other adventures in bondage
you'd care to share?"
"Oh...let me think," she said, wrinkling her nose. "I guess there was
the time I was supposed to be sacrificed to a demon by a bunch
of frat boys...but, technically, I wasn't tied up..."
"Well, that's good to..."
"I was chained up," she finished.
"Good God," William muttered, shaking his head. "You might want
to think about writing some of this down someday, angelface. Your
life would make a wonderful television program."
"Yeah, right," Buffy snickered.
~~~~~
"Tell me all the things you've done
Since you went away this morning
These quiet moments make my day
We must never let them slip away.."
~~~~~
"How are you doing in school, sweetheart?"
"So-so," Buffy said, avoiding his eyes. "It depends on which
one of my teachers you're talking to."
William's mouth turned up at the corners. "What's your
worst subject?" he asked.
"Oh, gosh.." she pondered, "let me think. Well, there's math,
which I already told you about. Next, I guess, is biology. I
don't much like it. I do enough hacking things up as it is." She
thought for a moment. "I'm really good in P.E.," she added,
brightening up. "I can out jump and out run everyone in my class."
"I'm not surprised," he said. "But, you have an unfair advantage
over the rest of your class."
"That's not MY fault," she said.
"True," he admitted. "So...you study math, biology, and...."
"P.E."
"P.E.," he repeated. "Is that all that occupies your days,
school girl?"
Buffy made a face. "Conversational French is a nightmare."
"Is it?"
"Yeah," she said fervently. "Who needs it, anyway? I'm not
likely to run into any French speaking vampires, am I?"
William pulled her down until she was laying flat on her
back. He bent his head, and whispered, "Vous savez que
vous etes la fille plus belle au monde, et que je t'aime avec
tout je suis? Vous etes ma vie...que vous etes mon amour...je
vous aime."
Buffy stared up at him, speechless.
"Now," he said, smiling. "If you had learned your lessons properly,
you'd know what that means."
There was a long pause. "You wouldn't want to do my
homework for me, would you?" she asked.
"No," he said. "But I'll help you with it."
"Tell me what you said."
He kissed her, nuzzling her cheek. "Do you know that you're
the most beautiful girl in the world, and that I love you with
everything I am. You're my life...you're my love...I cherish
you."
Buffy almost melted into the bedclothes. "That's so
romantic," she sighed, placing one small hand on his
cheek. "Um...what do you know about biology?"
~~~~~
"People everywhere the same
So busy they don't get together
~~~~~
"Do you speak any other languages?"
"Human or demon?"
"Whichever."
"A few," he replied, wrapping his arm more firmly around
her.
Buffy craned her head back to look at him. "Like what?"
"Italian. Spanish. Some Russian. Little bit of Greek."
"Greek? Say something in Greekish," she requested.
William laughed, squeezing her tight.
"Greekese?"
"Close enough," he said. "Thelo na se gamiso."
"What's it mean?"
He shrugged, half smiling. "Means I want to fuck you,"
he said, then waited for the all over body blush he
expected.
And he got it.
Hesitating for only half a beat, she skipped off in
another direction. "Is that part of the vampire
package...knowing different languages?"
"If it is," he said, "then I'm not aware of it. I learned
long before I was turned."
"You mean at school?"
William nodded. "I didn't really go to school, not
the way you mean," he explained. "I was tutored
by an Oxford scholar until I left for University."
"What?" she asked. "You mean you never went
to school with the other kids? You...you didn't go to
dances and...stuff?"
"I attended dances, but they had nothing to do
with a school."
Buffy was almost ready to cry. It sounded to her
like a lonely childhood and adolescence, and it
broke her heart. "What did you do for fun?"
"I wrote poetry," he answered. "Terrible...TERRIBLE..
poetry."
"Really?" She was excited. "I wrote a poem for my
mother when I was in third grade. It got printed in the
newspaper on Mother's day."
William played with her hair. "You like poetry, then?"
"Oh, yeah," she nodded, trying to sound as though great
poetry was nothing new to her. "I love it."
He sighed, and smiled at her with all the love in the world
shining in his eyes.
"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright,
Meet in her aspect, and her eyes,"
Buffy couldn't take her eyes off him as he spoke. If there
had ever been a voice created for the purpose of speaking
such words...it belonged to him.
"Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace,
Which waves in every...golden...tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear, their dwelling place."
His finger traced the curve of her cheek, then
moved down to touch her lips.
"And on that cheek, and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below
A heart whose love is innocent."
It was probably the single most romantic moment in her
life.
"That was NOT terrible poetry," she said firmly. "Who
told you it was terrible?"
~~~~~
"So these quiet moments make my day.."
~~~~~
William fell over onto his back, laughing. "Well," he
said, when he was able to speak, "you're right about that,
angel. It's not terrible poetry. It's also not mine."
"Oh," Buffy said, her cheeks stained his favorite shade of
pink. "I thought..." she shrugged.
"No," he said tenderly, shaking his head. "Lord Byron wrote
that particular piece."
"He a friend of yours?" she asked.
"No, sweetheart," he replied, stroking her hair. "He died long
before I was born. However...I have been told that we had a lot
in common."
She narrowed her eyes. "By who?"
"Never mind," he said quickly. One subject he really didn't
care to discuss with her was any similarities between him and
George Gordon...mostly claimed by ladies of his acquaintance,
and a female vamp or two who had known them both.
Anxious to smooth over her mistake, she rolled onto her
tummy and hovered over him. "I know some poetry, too," she
informed him. "Want to hear it?"
He smiled. "Absolutely, I do."
Although she took a deep breath before she began to speak,
she didn't have any real trouble calling up this particular
verse. After failing an exam in English due to lack of reading
the study material, her teacher had made her copy it out on
a sheet of notebook paper ten times. She cleared her throat.
"What now, the radiance that was so bright
Be forever taken from my sight
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not,
Rather find strength in what remains behind."
Without missing a beat, he picked up where she
left off.
"In the primal sympathy, which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death;
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
And, oh, ye fountains, meadows, hills and groves,
Forebode not any severing of our loves."
Buffy propped her head on her hand. "Do you like that
one?"
"Very much," he nodded. "Wordsworth."
She smiled and snuggled closer. "Tell me more."
~~~~~
"Just to sit with you
And drift away..."
~~~~~