Chapter 7:

William's brow furrowed as his cell phone rang. He only had the thing in case something happened with his mother when he was away and he needed to be reached immediately. It rarely ever rang at all, and his mother was upstairs at the moment, so…

His eyes widened. He'd given Buffy the number… Glancing down the hall to make sure his tutor wasn't coming back yet, he clicked it on. "Hello?"

"Hey, baby. Whatcha doin'?"

"I'm supposed to be reading," William said.

"You alone?"

"For the moment," he told her.

"I'm alone, too."

"Where are you?" William asked. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

"Yep. But I started thinking about you and it got me all horny. So I had my teacher write me a bathroom pass. I'm in there right now with my fingers in my pussy."

William coughed, his face flaming even as most of his blood seemed to run straight to his cock. "Wh…what?"

"You heard me. My fingers are in my pussy, and I'm fucking myself with them. There's three in there. Almost as thick as your cock, but not nearly as long." Buffy moaned. "I miss you so bad."

"I…I miss you, too."

"Talk to me, baby," Buffy pleaded. "I need to come…"

"I…I don't know what to say," William admitted. He prayed his tutor didn't decide to come back now.

"Can…can you touch yourself?" Buffy asked.

"No," William said. "Not here."

"Go some place where you can."

William swallowed. He knew he should just tell her now wasn't a good time and get back to his studies. Instead, he got up, walking towards the bathroom on shaky legs. "Just a minute, pet." He heard Buffy whimper on the other end of the phone and walked faster, locking the door behind him once he was safely in the bathroom. "Okay."

"Take out your cock, William. Rub it for me."

He did as she asked, holding his penis in one hand and the phone in the other. "It's…it's out."

"Are you stroking it?"

William slicked his hand with the moisture that was already leaking from the tip of his cock and began to pump his hand up and down. "Yes."

"Mmm…Makes me so hot just to think of that, baby," Buffy purred. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes…" William let out a deep breath. "Wish…wish it was your…"

"My pussy?" Buffy supplied for him.

"Yes."

"Say it, William. Say you wish you were fucking my pussy."

William's mouth opened, but he couldn't speak, the thought of the words making him red. "I…"

"Say it…please…I need you to talk to me. I'm frigging myself so hard right now, but it isn't enough. I need you to make me come, William…"

William took a deep breath. "I…I wish I was fucking your pussy." The words sounded so strange coming from his mouth, but at the same time, they gave him a thrill, making his cock jerk in his hand.

"Mmm…William. I wish you were fucking my pussy, too. You've got such a big cock, baby. Fills me up, makes me cream like crazy."

"Oh, Buffy," William whimpered. "Love…love being inside you. F…feels so tight."

"Uh! William! Tell me more!"

"You're…you're so hot, luv. Like…like warm, wet velvet."

"OH GOD!" Buffy moaned loudly into the phone. "Keep…keep going."

"I…I love it when…when you're on top." William pumped himself harder, his arousal increasing his bravery. "I...I love to watch your…your tits." Buffy moaned at the word, and he kept going. "The way they bounce…want to be tasting them right now, Buffy."

"Uhn…I…I want that, too. I want to ride you. Want to lean over while I do and let you suck on my tits so hard…"

"Buffy…want…" He paused as he felt his balls tighten. "I'm gonna come, Buffy…"

"Oh, yeah… Me, too, William. Gonna come right now. OH FUCK!"

William shot into his hand as he heard Buffy's orgasmic cry, leaning against the sink for support.

"William?"

He panted, trying to get his bearings again. "Yeah?"

"Gotta go, honey. Been gone too long already. Wouldn't want them sending out a search party. Thanks for the help."

"You're…you're welcome," he replied, still slightly dazed, but wondering how she could manage to sound so normal after what they'd done. She sounded as casual now as if she'd called to ask him to go to the store and pick up a loaf of bread…

"See you later, babe!" The line went dead, and William let out a deep breath, staring at his spendings in one hand and his cell phone in the other. The things Buffy could make him do… Just a few days ago, he was a virgin who knew nothing about sex at all, and now he was sneaking off in the middle of his lessons to have a wank in the bathroom while he talked dirty to his girlfriend on the phone. He sighed, realizing that Buffy could probably get him to do just about anything—anytime and anyplace.

"Oh bloody hell."

*** *** ***

Buffy stared across the way into William's bedroom, frustrated that he wasn't there. He hadn't been in his room at all since she'd gotten home from school three hours ago. Where the heck was he? Their little phone sex session in the bathroom hadn't been nearly enough for her. She needed him inside…

She swore under her breath when there was a knock at her door. Her cousin was on the other side, phone in his hand. "It's your father," Giles said, handing it to her.

Buffy sighed. "Can you like, tell him I'm dead or something?"

Giles gave her a smirk. "I would, but then he'd come for the funeral…"

"I doubt it," Buffy grumbled.

Giles frowned. "I can tell him you're asleep if you'd like." He'd found it a little odd that a cousin he'd met only a few times years earlier had asked him to take his daughter in in the first place, but he'd agreed, never being one to turn his back on a family member in need. But since the girl had come to stay with him, he'd noticed a good bit of animosity on her part towards her parents, her father especially. He wondered if it really were best for her to be out of that environment…

"Won't work. He'll demand you wake me up," Buffy replied with a sigh. "Might as well just deal with him. I mean, it's not like he can really yell at me. I've been here. Not a lot of misbehaving to be done." Aside from deflowering the hot neighbor boy…

"Right then. I'll be downstairs in my study," Giles told her as Buffy took the phone. She shut the door behind him, turning the phone on as she went to sit on the bed.

"Hi, Daddy," Buffy said in her best perky voice.

"Hello, Buffy. Your mother wanted me to check in on you."

Buffy rolled her eyes at that. If her mother cared so much, why wasn't it her calling? "I'm fine. My grades are fine, my behavior is fine, everything's fine. Thanks for the phone call, we'll talk next month,"

"Buffy…" her father said in a warning tone.

"What, isn't that what you wanted to know?" Buffy snapped, the fake perkiness fading from her voice. "If I've been doing anything to sully your precious reputation? Well, I haven't. You've stuck me out in the middle of nowhere with a virtual stranger. Apparently that's what it took for you to get a good daughter."

Her father's heavy sigh was clear over the line. "Your mother and I did what was best for you."

"Sure you did," Buffy said. "I was sent away from my home with love and affection."

"Look, young lady, after the stunts you pulled, you should be glad that all we did was place you in an environment with fewer distractions."

"Oh, so that's what you're calling it?" Buffy snapped. "You know, maybe what I needed wasn't less distraction, but a little more parental attention. Ever think of that, huh?"

"Oh, don't you dare try to blame this on me and your mother. Do you have any idea the trouble your behavioral problems have caused us?"

"I dunno…did it make Mom's monthly prescription bills go up?"

"This is precisely the sort of attitude that makes me glad you're in England now, Buffy."

Buffy sucked in a breath. "Well, I'm glad I'm here, too!" she yelled before clicking off the phone. She let it drop down to the bed as she buried her face in her hands, unable to stop the tears that came to her eyes.

*** *** ***

William came into his bedroom, completely unprepared for being tackled by Buffy. He let out a muffled cry as she attacked his mouth with hers, her arms wrapping tightly around him. Soon, she was pulling him towards the bed, tearing at his clothes.

"Buffy?" William asked softly, realizing she'd said nothing to him at all. Usually, she would've started teasing him by now, playing with him in that way that he couldn't help but come to love.

"Just touch me. Please. I need…I need you."

He looked down at her face, seeing the red rims around her eyes. "Buffy, have you been crying?"

Buffy responded by trying to kiss him again, but William held her back. "Tell me what's wrong."

Buffy shook her head. "I don't want to talk. Please. It's not because of you. I…I just need you touching me."

William didn't know what to do. It was obvious she was upset, and he felt like he should be comforting her, helping her feel better about whatever had made her sad. But she was telling him she needed to be touched. Should that be what he did to comfort her? He was at a loss when it came to sexual relationships, having no idea what to do other than what Buffy had already shown him. If she thought sex would make her feel better, then did that mean it's what he should do for her?

Deciding Buffy did know better than him when it came to this sort of thing, he lowered her back on the bed, kissing her as he did. Buffy moaned, clutching to him as their tongues dueled. Her hand slid between them, hitching up her skirt then going to the front of his pants. Almost before William could realize what she was doing, she'd taken hold of him and guided him inside of her tight heat.

William pulled away from her mouth and groaned as she clenched around him. "Oh, Buffy…"

"William," Buffy said in a breathless whisper. "Yes…need…needed this all day."

"Me, too, pet," William said, sliding in and out of her slowly.

"Fast, baby. Want…want it fast."

William quickened his pace, willing to give her whatever she needed. She panted beneath him, clinging to his shoulders in near desperation. She hadn't been like this any of the other times, and William found himself worrying a little even though his was having a hard time forming rational thoughts.

Buffy had always been so in control whenever they were together, in charge even in the throes of passion. But now… She reminded William of an animal that had been spooked. He tried not to focus on it, tried to keep his mind on the task at hand. She wanted him inside of her. She'd told him it was what she needed…

Neither of them said anything, the only sounds in the room that of their heavy breathing punctuated by grunts and moans. Finally, Buffy went rigid beneath him, her body arching and trembling as her mouth fell open in a silent cry of pleasure. William pumped his hips a few more times before spending himself inside of her.

William rolled them over, holding Buffy against him. Suddenly, she started to cry again, and he held her tightly, stroking her back. He felt helpless and lost, wishing more than anything that he knew what was wrong so he could make it better. Buffy was obviously hurting, and he wanted to make it stop. He didn't like the idea of her in pain.

"Sweetheart?" he said softly after she'd been crying for a while. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

Buffy sniffed. "It's nothing really. It's silly," she replied.

William wiped a tear off her cheek. "What is it?"

"I just had a fight with my dad on the phone is all. It's no biggie," Buffy told him. "I don't know why I'm getting so emotional over it. I'm just being silly."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Buffy smiled at him, though William could tell it was forced. "I'm fine, really."

William leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I'm going to go downstairs and tell my mum I have a headache and I'm going to bed early, okay? You stay here."

Buffy nodded, glad he didn't want her to leave. "I'll wait for you."

"Good," William said, kissing her. He started to pull up, but Buffy took hold of his arm, stopping him. "What is it?"

"You've got 'just been fucked' hair," Buffy said, reaching up and combing it out with her fingers. She smiled as she pulled away. "There. Better."

"Thanks, pet." William stood and tucked himself back into his trousers, refastening them before he left the room.

*** *** ***

William was glad his mother hadn't pressed him at all when he told her he wanted to go to sleep early. She'd insisted he take a couple of Tylenol for his head, but she hadn't questioned him or thought his story to be suspicious.

"That's because she trusts you, you wanker," he thought as he made his way back upstairs. He'd never really hidden anything from his mother before, and he hated the way it felt to lie to her. But Buffy needed him tonight, and he didn't think his mother would approve of a woman sleeping in his bed.

When he got back to his room, Buffy had taken off her clothes, leaving them neatly folded beside the bed. She was under the covers, lying on her side with her hand tucked under the pillow. The lights were off, and the only illumination of the room was the sliver of moonlight coming in between the curtains, falling on Buffy's golden hair. She was beautiful, like an angel fallen to earth, and William could hardly believe that she was really there, in his bed.

He undressed and climbed in beside her, pulling Buffy into his arms. She clung to him tightly, her head buried against his chest. He took off his glasses, reaching over her to place them on the nightstand before settling in, pressing a soft kiss against Buffy's temple.

"It's okay, sweet. I'm here."

Buffy sniffled against him. "I don't want to be alone."

"You're not. You're not alone, Buffy. I've got you." William could feel her tears against his skin, so he kept holding her, not knowing what to do except to rub her back softly, trying to let her know that he wasn't going to go anywhere. Eventually, she fell asleep, and William pressed his lips against her forehead, closing his eyes and breathing her scent in deeply.

"I'll never make you be alone," he promised softly before drifting off to sleep himself.

*** *** ***

Chapter 8:

William woke to find Buffy still in asleep in his arms. She looked so peaceful and it warmed him to know that she hadn't rolled away from him all night.

His heart clenched, and he knew without a doubt that he was falling in love with this girl. He was certain that almost anyone would tell him it was too soon, but he didn't care. The poet in him was rejoicing to have finally found someone who looked at him the way Buffy did, and he couldn't bring himself to call it anything but love.

But he knew he couldn't tell Buffy. What if it frightened her off? Certainly she didn't love him in return. Why should she? She was beautiful, and William doubted she had any trouble attracting lovers. Why would she give her heart to someone like him? She wouldn't, and William knew it would be greedy of him to even entertain such a notion. He'd already taken too much by finding pleasure in her body. To ask for more… He wouldn't dream of it.

When Buffy's eyes opened, she looked at him in confusion for a moment before stretching her arms. "You're probably thinking I'm a total freak right now, aren't you?" she said.

William frowned. "No. Why would I think that?"

"I went all wiggy on you last night," Buffy said. "I'm so sorry. You don't need all my drama."

"It's fine," William said, stroking her cheek. "I'm just glad I could be here for you when you needed me, sweetheart. If you have to cry, I'd rather it be in my arms than alone."

Buffy stared at him, her mouth opened slightly. William began to worry, wondering if he'd said something wrong. Had he exposed too many of his feelings to her? He was afraid Buffy was going to get out of the bed, but instead, she kissed him, pushing his fears aside for the time being.

Soon, she'd rolled them over, straddling him and impaling herself on him. Buffy threw her head back as she rode him, her eyes closed. Without his glasses on, the image of her wasn't clear, but it was still enough to make William moan. She was beautiful, his Buffy, like a goddess bouncing on his cock.

She grabbed his hand, pulling it to her and centering it on her clit. William responded immediately, rubbing her hard until she cried out in orgasm, slumping against him. Her hips kept moving, but William needed more, his own orgasm just out of reach. He flipped them over, driving into Buffy with his full strength. She cried out in surprise, but clung to him, holding him tightly as he brought himself to completion.

"I need to go home and ready for school," Buffy said after a few minutes of silence.

William pulled up, letting her get out of the bed. She didn't look at him as she dressed, and he felt fear grip him. "Buffy?"

"Hmm?"

"Are…are we okay?"

Buffy looked up then, seeing the fear in his eyes. She walked back over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and taking his hand. "Yeah, we're good. I know…I know I'm being weird. I'm sorry. I'll be better later, I promise."

"Pet, if you need to talk…"

Buffy shook her head. "I'd rather not." She leaned in a kissed him. "See you later?"

"Yeah."

William sighed as Buffy disappeared out the window wondering if he'd already managed to start driving her away.

*** *** ***

Buffy groaned internally as she saw Cecily approaching her in the hall. She was anything but in the mood to deal with the other girl. That morning had already been bad enough, letting William see her that needy and clingy. She knew from experience that that was the quickest way to make a guy loose interest, and it surprised her just how much that thought scared her where William was concerned.

"Good morning, Buffy," Cecily said, fake smile firmly in place. "Still giving poor William pity shags?"

Buffy snorted. "I'm the one who should be getting the pity. God, I am so freaking sore. I mean, the man has got some serious stamina. A girl can't take it that hard all the time." She smiled, resting her hand on Cecily's shoulder. "But why am I bothering to tell you this? I'm sure you already know how rough it gets keeping your legs open all day."

Cecily's smile dropped and she glared at Buffy before walking away. Buffy rolled her eyes, walking towards where she saw Willow down the hall. "Can I just kill Cecily Underwood?" Buffy asked the redhead. "I mean, get enough character witnesses in, I'm sure they'd rule it a justifiable homicide."

"I don't know," Willow replied. "She is pretty popular."

"Oh, I wouldn't call her friends," Buffy said. "Just everyone else she's ever come into contact with."

"Well, in that case, yeah, sounds do-able," Willow replied. "What did she do?"

"Continued breathing," Buffy muttered. She sighed. "I guess I should actually be grateful that she was such a bitch to William 'cause it turned out to be good for me, but every time I think of her saying those things to him that I overheard, I just see red."

Willow shrugged. "It's 'cause he's your honey. It turned out better for you, but that doesn't change the fact that she hurt him. Makes your inner protecto-girl rear up."

"I supposed. I do…care about him." Buffy swallowed. "So much it scares me a little, Wills."

Willow frowned. "Scares you?"

"Yeah. Guys leave, Willow. I mean, even if you actually do get to marry them and start a family, it isn't long until they're banging the secretary. Love doesn't exist. All there is is lust, and the only chance you have of not ending up completely alone is hoping that you can keep that going strong."

"Buffy…"

"I have to go," Buffy said, starting to walk off. "I'm going to be late to class."

"Buffy!" Willow frowned harder as Buffy disappeared into the crowd. "We're in the same first period…"

*** *** ***

Buffy sat with her chin on the windowsill, watching William's bedroom. It was the second day in a row that he wasn't there when she got home from school, and she was not in the mood to wait around. She was about to go hunt him down when she heard her bedroom door open, and she grinned widely as she turned and saw that it was William. She hopped up, running to him and throwing her arms around him.

William chuckled, returning the hug. "Miss me?"

"Uh huh," Buffy replied, kissing him. "How'd you get up here?"

"Mr. Giles let me in. Is…it all right that he sees me coming to visit you?"

Buffy shrugged. "Don't see why not. You're not like my deep, dark secret or something. And I've kinda gotten the impression that as long as my grades stay up like my parents keep insisting, Giles doesn't really care what I do." She grinned. "Or who."

"He did make a point to tell me he'd be all the way on the other side of the house in his study with the door shut," William said.

"Oooh…sounds like it's naughty fun time then."

"Are you sure you're all right?" William asked. "I've been worried about you since this morning."

"I'm fine," Buffy said. "Told you I would be later. I'm right back to my normal, perky self." She emphasized her claim with a bright smile.

"Buffy…"

"Hey, wanna try something new?" Buffy asked quickly.

"New?" William asked.

"Yep." She leaned in, her mouth against his ear. "I was thinking maybe you could fuck my ass." William sputtered in response, his eyes widening comically, and Buffy smiled, knowing she had successfully distracted him.

"I…that…" William didn't know what to say. He had been vaguely aware that that was possible, yet he'd never given it any thought before. It seemed so dirty…forbidden. Would he even like such a thing? And more importantly, would he disappoint Buffy if he said no?

Buffy pushed herself against him, delighted to notice that even with the wary look on his face, he was hard. "It's even tighter than my pussy, baby," Buffy said, making her voice husky.

William trembled. How could he turn down anything this woman suggested? "Show me, Buffy…"

Buffy took his hand and led him over to the bed. "You nervous?"

"A little," William admitted.

She lay down on her side, beckoning for William to join her. "It's all right. We'll go slow. Take our time."

William nodded, moving in next to her on the bed. Buffy pressed up against him, pulling his mouth to hers. She could feel him relaxing as they kissed, and she sighed happily against his lips. This was good. She felt safe like this. With William, she always knew the score.

Her hands went to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as he trailed his lips from her mouth to her jaw. As Buffy exposed his chest, she ran her fingernails down the alabaster skin, grinning as he hissed when they grazed against his nipples. She did it again, harder this time, and William bucked his hips into hers. With a saucy smile, Buffy dipped her head, giving one of his nipples a slow lick, reveling in William's groan.

William had had no idea it would feel so good to have a woman playing with his chest. He felt Buffy's teeth clamp around his right nipple, giving it a gentle tug and he cried out, thrusting against her.

Buffy licked the spot she'd just bitten to soothe it. "How'd that feel?"

"G…good," William replied.

"You like it when I bite you?"

"Y…yes."

Buffy grinned and bit down again, harder this time. "Oh god!" William cried, trembling. "The…the other one, Buffy."

Buffy fulfilled his request, making a mental note for later as she did. Boy likes a little pain with his pleasure… She pulled up then, making quick work of the rest of his clothes so she could see his beautiful body laid out before her. She licked her lips, hungry for him. William gazed up at her, his eyes dark with need behind his crooked glasses.

Then he smirked. It was a look Buffy had never seen on his face before and it made a rush of moisture hit her panties. "I think you're a bit overdressed, pet," he said, the smirk still firmly in place.

Buffy jumped up from the bed, wasting no time in stripping. "So, you ready to put it in my ass?" she asked with a smile.

"I'm ready to put it anywhere you'll let me." Almost identical expressions of surprise appeared on their faces, William as shocked as Buffy that something like that had come out of his mouth. But then Buffy was back with him on the bed, kissing and licking his neck until William moaned.

"Buffy…need…need you, kitten. Need to be inside."

Buffy groaned. "Kitten" was a new one, and she immediately declared it her favorite of the pet names William had called her so far. She leaned across him, opening the drawer of her bedside table and pulling out a small bottle.

"What's that?" William asked.

"Lube," Buffy replied. "My ass isn't quite as wet as my pussy. Make it hurt less."

William's brow furrowed. "It's going to hurt you?"

"Only in the fun way," Buffy replied with a wink. She stroked his hair gently. "You're pretty big, so it's probably going to hurt me a bit going in, but don't worry, okay? I'll be all right. Just follow what I tell you to do."

William nodded. He didn't like the idea of hurting her, but it was obviously something Buffy wanted. And he had to admit, he was curious.

Buffy flipped open the top of the lube, squirting the clear liquid into her palm. She reached down and grasped William's cock, sliding her hand up and down, coating it with the lube. William moaned as she did, then gasped as he felt a warm tingling sensation on his cock. "What…what is that?"

Buffy held up the bottle so he could see the label. "Creates a gentle warming sensation on contact. You like?"

William nodded. "Feels…feels good."

Buffy put a bit more of the lube on her finger, reaching behind her to coat her puckered hole before closing the bottle and dropping it to the bed. She positioned herself over William, grasping his penis at the base and pushing herself down. She hissed in pain as the thick head slid inside, biting her lip.

Only an inch inside her, and already the sensation was incredible, but William felt his pleasure being tempered by Buffy's obvious pain. "Sweetheart?"

"I'm…I'm good," Buffy said, sliding down a little further. "Just…gonna take me a minute. Can you hold still?"

William nodded, hoping he could. It felt good, and his instinct was to thrust up, but his desire not to hurt Buffy overrode everything else. He gripped the sides of the bed as he waited for her, his knuckles white with the strain, but he didn't move.

Finally, Buffy had him inside, and she slumped down against his chest, panting. "How's that feel?" she asked.

"Really good," William told her. He kissed the top of her head, trembling. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I…you're the biggest guy I've ever been with. Takes some getting used to."

William couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at that. While he hadn't exactly had a lot of experience looking at other men's penises, William had always suspected his was larger than average, and he liked to hear Buffy confirm it. Made him feel as if maybe he did count for something as a man…

And then she pulled up and started to move, and William couldn't think about much of anything at all. The only thing he knew was the pleasure of being inside Buffy's tight ass, his cock sliding in and out as she moaned and whimpered.

"Put…put your fingers inside me," Buffy said as she bounced on him, her breasts moving in a way tantalizing enough to make William's mouth water. He slid his hand between their bodies, finding her wet pussy and entering her with two fingers.

"Uhhhh…" Buffy moaned. "Now…my clit…Flick it with your thumb." Buffy groaned as he did, her movements on his cock speeding up.

Unable to resist her breasts any longer, William leaned up, sucking one into his mouth. Buffy grabbed his head, holding him there, urging him to keep suckling. The sounds she was making now were nearly animalistic, and William's entire word narrowed to her, to his need to come and to make her come.

Remembering how it had felt when she'd done it to him earlier, William bit down on her nipple. Buffy's eyes snapped open, her body shaking violently as she screamed in release, still frantically humping William's cock and fingers as her orgasm broke into multiples. William broke away from her chest as he came, grabbing her hip with his free hand as he vocalized his pleasure in an almost growl. Spent, he collapsed against the pillows, Buffy flopping forward with him.

"Oh my fucking god," Buffy said when she could speak again, her voice weak from screaming.

"That about sums it up," William mumbled, his mouth against her hair.

Buffy felt his cock slide out of her, and she shivered. Her ass was decidedly sore, but she couldn't really find the energy to care. She figured that could probably be credited to the multiple orgasms she'd just had. And here she'd spent all this time thinking those were a myth…

She tried to stretch, wincing a little as she did. The rigorous activities she'd engaged in over the past couple of days were catching up with her, and what she'd just done with William hadn't helped that much at all. What she needed was a nice, long soak in the Jacuzzi tub she had in her bathroom.

Her lips curled up in a smile as she decided that that soak wouldn't be alone. She looked up, meeting William's eyes. "How do you feel about taking a bath?"

*** *** ***

Chapter 9:

Buffy leaned back against the side of the tub, a moan escaping from her mouth. "This feels sooo nice," she said, her eyes sliding shut.

"It does," William agreed. "I have muscles I didn't even know were there until they started aching."

Buffy giggled. "Welcome to the exciting world of fuck-a-thons." She opened her eyes again to see William grinning back at her. Then his expression changed to something else as he ran his tongue over his teeth in a way she was pretty certain could be classified as porn. She gave him a sultry smile in response, reaching across the tub with her leg and gently rubbing his chest with her foot.

William looked down at the cotton-candy-pink colored toes, unable to resist pulling them to his mouth. He kissed the tips of them before sucking on them, smiling around the digits as Buffy moaned. She'd never had a man do that before, and she hadn't imagined that it could feel so good.

She pulled her leg away from him before coming to the other side of the tub, straddling his waist. "Every little thing you do turns me on," she told him, pressing kisses against his neck.

William groaned, pushing himself up against Buffy's hot center. The feel of the warm water around his aching erection was a new sensation for him during sex, and one he was definitely enjoying. Then Buffy slid down, taking him inside, and the heat he felt then was even more exquisite.

Water sloshed out of the tub as she rode him, but neither one of them seemed to care. William watched Buffy as she moved up and down, squeezing him with her internal muscles. The more he did this with her, the more he wanted it, craved it. He'd found his mind drifting to her almost constantly, and when he wasn't inside her he was desperate to get there. His need for her consumed him.

Suddenly, she stopped, sliding off on him, and William clutched at her arm, wide-eyed and panting. "Where…"

"Just want to try something," Buffy told him. "Turn a bit." She helped him maneuver to the side of the tub so he was facing one of the water jets and she came down again, straddling him backwards. She positioned herself so the stream of water was hitting her clit, making her head fall back against William's shoulder as she moaned.

Slowly, she started to move on him again, and William took hold of her hips, guiding her. The water from the jets was rushing around them and Buffy was making the hottest little noises, spurring William on. He moved his hands up, stroking her sides before coming to rest on her nipples, massaging and pulling on them as she frantically moved on his cock. His balls tightened, and he could tell she was close, too, the signs of her impending orgasm ones that he'd become familiar with over the past few days. He leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Come for me, kitten. Show me I can make you feel good."

Buffy followed his command with a shout, arching against him and into the hands still on her breasts. William pushed his hips up hard, splashing water all over the floor as he released inside of her, moaning her name.

Buffy whimpered, struggling to reposition herself, the feel of the rushing water now too much on her over-sensitive clit. She stayed in his lap, facing him now, her head resting on his shoulder. William wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close. He loved how she'd do this, stay in his arms even after they'd finished, obviously still wanting to be near him. It meant so much to him that she was willing to share this with him.

William heard Buffy chuckle, and he reached up, pushing her damp hair away from her face. "What's funny, luv?"

"I was just thinking about how I thought I was going to be bored out of my mind the whole time I was here. I'd probably be about to snap if I hadn't met you."

William wondered if that's what he was to her—something to keep the boredom at bay. It was something he could be for her, was willing to be if it meant it would make her happy. He certainly couldn't give her what he was sure most other men could, but he could do this. "Happy to oblige, pet."

"Mmm…you've been very…obliging." She kissed him, and William moaned against her lips, still holding her tight.

*** *** ***

"The West Coast has the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a French bikini on Hawaii Island
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand."

William leaned against the door jamb of Buffy's bathroom clad only his boxers, smirking as he watched Buffy singing to herself as she dried her hair. She was wearing a pale green silk robe that stopped high on her thighs, giving him a great view of her tanned legs.

"I wish they all could be California girls…"

William smirked. He'd heard that song before, though he'd never given it much thought or attention. His feelings had certainly changed as of late, and he could see the allure. If all the girls in California were like Buffy, then it was a sentiment he shared completely.

She flipped her hair over, drying the underside of it, and William walked over to the bed, lying down on it and watching her through the open door. Her bottom was barely covered by the material of her robe, and he licked his lips, adjusting himself in his boxers as he thought of what she'd let him do earlier.

He wasn't sure if he'd ever felt this relaxed in his life. He propped his hands behind his head, smiling. Buffy was incredible. The things she did to him…the way she made him feel. He couldn't get enough.

William turned slightly, noticing something poking out from under Buffy's bed. It looked like a notebook, and out of curiosity, he bent over and slid it out. His heart clenched as he saw what she had doodled on the back, a lump forming in his throat.

Buffy & Angel 4-Ever!

He shoved the notebook back under her bed, not wanting to look at it anymore. Suspecting he wasn't anymore to her than a tryst and knowing it were two completely different things apparently. He wondered who Angel was, deciding he must be a lover she had back in California.

Someone she wanted to be with forever…

Tears stung at his eyes, but he refused to let them spill over. It wasn't as if Buffy had promised him her heart. She'd given him her body, and he'd like to think her friendship, but she'd never stated he'd be getting anything else. He was just someone to alleviate her boredom while she was stuck so far away from home—and Angel. William wondered what the other man was like. He was sure Angel was strong, handsome, popular—all the things William wasn't.

He stood up, finding his clothes and starting to dress. He couldn't be there anymore, not for the time being anyway. It hurt too much thinking about Buffy loving another man while she was touching him. He needed to regroup, deal with the pain before he was with her again.

Buffy came out of the bathroom, frowning as she saw William fully dressed and obviously about to leave. "You have to go?" she asked.

"Yes. Mother's expecting me home for dinner."

"I was thinking maybe we could do dinner together," Buffy said. "Maybe you could call her and…"

"No."

"Oh…okay. Can you come over later?"

"I don't think so."

Buffy swallowed. "Tomorrow?"

"I'll see. Probably."

"Okay." Buffy went to kiss him, but William pulled away, going to the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Buffy."

William shut the door behind him and Buffy stared, stunned. What had happened? He'd been so warm only a few minutes earlier and now he was leaving without even giving her a kiss goodbye. She sat on the edge of her bed, fighting tears. He couldn't possibly be getting bored with her already. She'd done so much to keep him interested. Hadn't it been good for him?

His sudden coldness cut her deeply, and she wracked her brain for what she'd done. The sex had been incredible. She'd come harder with him that day than she ever had in her entire life, and she knew he'd enjoyed it, too. So why did he want to leave?

She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and saw William in his bedroom. He never looked her way, only closing the curtains so she couldn't look in.

Something inside of her broke then, and Buffy curled up on the bed, clutching the pillow that still smelled like William and crying.

*** *** ***

"William, sweetheart, are you coming down to dinner?"

William stared up at the ceiling above his bed. "I'm not hungry, Mother," he called.

"Are you certain?"

"Yes."

The doorknob turned, and his mother entered, frowning. "William, why do you have the lights off? Is your head bothering you again?"

"It's not my head…it's my heart," William thought. "Yes," he told his mother.

"My poor boy," she said, brushing her hand over his forehead. "Do you believe you're coming down with something? Do you need to see the doctor tomorrow?"

"No. I'm just tired."

She patted his hand. "You just stay in bed in the morning. I'll tell your tutor you're under the weather."

William nodded. "I just want to go to sleep now."

His mother kissed his forehead. "Okay, dear. Let me know if you need anything."

"I will."

William rolled over, when she was gone, facing Buffy's house. He had closed the curtains, knowing it would hurt too much to see her right then. He was telling himself to get over it, that nothing had really changed. He'd known that morning that she didn't love him and he knew it just as much now.

And despite the pain, he still wanted her…needed her. He could remember what it felt like to fall asleep with Buffy in his arms, and he ached for that now. Seventeen years of sleeping alone, and one night with her had him hooked.

He knew if he had any pride at all, he'd end things with Buffy. He didn't need to stand in for Angel. If she was using him to keep her warm when she was an ocean and a continent away from the man she loved, then she could just as easily find someone else. But William couldn't. Even if he had only a short time with Buffy and knew she'd break his heart as soon as she was on a plane headed back to California, he wanted that time. It was better than nothing, wasn't it? So what if he was being used when he was enjoying it, too?

Though knowing he didn't have Buffy's heart when she'd already captured his hurt more than he ever could've imagined.

He sat up when he heard his cell phone ringing, frowning as he took it from his bedside table. He'd thought for sure he'd turned it off, and as he saw Buffy's number appear on the screen, he contemplated pushing the power button then. But his finger took a detour right before he did, hitting the green "send" instead. "Yes?"

"William?" Buffy was sniffling, and William knew she'd been crying. Immediately he felt like a git.

"What is it, Buffy?" he asked.

"I'm so sorry. For whatever I did. And…and I'm sorry for not knowing what it is, too. I…I should pay more attention. But I could tell I upset you, and I'm really, really sorry. Is it because I'm too clingy? I…I can give you space. I won't come over crying like I did last night again. I'm really sorry I did that. I know you don't want my emotional crap, and I wasn't being a very good girlfriend then. I'm…I'm not trying to make you feel trapped, William, I promise."

Buffy's babbled apology made William's estimate of himself go from git to right royal git. He'd never imagined her interpreting his behavior quite in that way. "No, sweetheart, don't think that," he said. "I'm not upset about last night at all. You can always come to me if you need to. I was happy to hold you."

"So…so why did you leave? What did I do? Please, William, tell me what I did wrong, so I won't do it again."

What could he tell her? That what she'd done was love another man? How could he blame her for that when she'd made no pretenses of being in love with him? "You didn't do anything, Buffy. I just…I was starting not to feel very well, and I thought maybe I was coming down with something. I was afraid you'd catch it."

"Oh." Buffy paused. "You know, if you were going to give me germies, I think the anal sex would've already covered that."

William blushed bright red. "Yes, well, I suppose…"

"How are you feeling now?"

"A little better. I think maybe I'm just tired," William replied.

"Well, you have been rather active these past few days."

"Yeah. I'll…I'll just get some rest tomorrow. My mother told me to stay in bed, that she'd call the tutor and tell him I'm not feeling well."

"Sounds good. I'll come over after school and see how you're feeling." Buffy stopped for a moment, then added quickly, "Unless you don't want me to. Not saying I have to come over, just if you want me there."

William almost told her it was fine, to come over as soon as she could, but then he realized there was a chance Buffy would actually use the front door this time, which meant she would most likely meet his mother, and he didn't think he was ready for that, especially not after what he'd found out that evening. "I'm not sure what I'll be doing then. If I'm feeling better, I might be catching up on my studies."

"Oh."

The disappointment in Buffy's voice made him wince. He didn't like making her sound like that… "I'll come over there tomorrow afternoon. Would that be all right?"

"Yes. If…if you can."

"I'll be there, sweetheart.

"Okay. Well…good night, William."

"Good night." William turned off the cell phone with a heavy sigh, knowing sleep wouldn't come easy for him that night.

*** *** ***

Chapter 10:

Buffy pushed her food around on her lunch tray, a scowl on her face. "These peas are gross. They're all smooshy."

"Actually, they're mushy," Willow said. "It's a British thing."

"I miss American food," Buffy said with a sigh. "Give me hard, freakishly bright green peas any day." She pushed her tray away, scowl still firmly in place.

"Buffy, is there something wrong?" Willow asked.

"I hate mushy peas," Buffy grumbled.

"Besides that," Willow replied. "You've seemed…off today."

"I had a fight with William." Buffy frowned harder. "Maybe. I think I did. I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"He just…got weird all of the sudden. Things were fine one minute, and the next, he was rushing out. Didn't even kiss me goodbye. And then I called him last night and tried to ask him what I did wrong, and he said nothing, but then when I asked if I could come over after school, he said no, he'd come by and see me if he didn't have studying to do."

"But you two didn't argue or anything?" Willow asked.

"Nope," Buffy replied. "The only thing I can think is the other night I had a fight with my dad, and I went over to William's all upset, so maybe he thinks I'm needy girl. But he seemed okay yesterday afternoon. He came over to see me, and we had sex, and then we took a bath, and that was nice, but then… I was in the bathroom drying my hair, and when I came back to the bedroom, he was dressed, on his way out the door, and being all cold. I can't figure out what happened between him leaving the bathroom and me finishing with my hair."

"He said you didn't do anything wrong?"

"Yep. He said he wasn't feeling well and he was afraid I'd catch it."

"So that's what it is," Willow said. "Probably why he was acting all funny on the phone, too."

"Willow, we'd had sex twice. If he's got a bug, I'd already caught it. Besides, he didn't seem all that sick a few minutes before," Buffy said. "He fed me a line. That's never a good sign."

"I'm sorry," Willow said with a sympathetic look. "I wish I knew what to tell you."

"I'll just have to make him want me more. Remind him why he should be with me. I mean, if he's getting great sex all the time, he's going to want to stay."

Willow frowned. "Buffy, shouldn't he want to be with you because he, well, likes you? Not just the sex."

Buffy looked down at her plate. "I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"Okay. It's just…" Willow took a deep breath. "It's just if you're having sex with him just because you think you have to…"

Buffy looked again sharply. "No! It's not like that at all, really. I love being with William. It's amazing. With I'm with him, it's like…it's like everything else just melts away. I just have to make sure he keeps thinking the same thing about me. I've learned about men now. I won't make the same mistakes I made in the past."

"What happened in the past?"

"So have you started on that history paper yet?"

Willow took that very obvious hint. Apparently romantic history was off limits when it came to Buffy… "Yep. Started last night."

"Overachiever," Buffy said with a teasing smile. "When you finish ridiculously early can I use the books that you most likely checked out from the library before anyone else could get their grubby little paws on them?"

Willow chuckled. "Sure thing."

"Thanks," Buffy said with a smile, her dark mood seeming to have suddenly passed. "You're the best."

*** *** ***

Buffy's face brightened as soon as she saw William walk through her bedroom door. She bounded up from her bed, running to him and jumping into his arms. Surprised, William still managed to catch her, supporting her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him deeply. "You came," she said when she broke away.

"Told you I would," William replied.

Buffy lowered her eyes. "I know. I was just…afraid you'd be studying late."

William gave her a smile. "Couldn't stay away from you, kitten. Did you miss me?"

"Uh huh. Wanna see how much?" Before William could respond, Buffy had slid out of his arms and to her knees, opening his pants and reaching in to pull out his already hardening cock. It twitched and grew in her hands as she stroked it, and Buffy felt relief flood through her to have him back. She'd been terrified all day that he wouldn't be here, that she'd ruined everything and lost this amazing man from her life. But he was there now, with her, and she was going to do everything she could to make sure he stayed there.

Buffy swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, looking up at his face as she did. She loved the expression of tortured bliss he wore now, loved that she could bring him to this so easily. And it sent an extra thrill through her to know she was the only woman who ever had…

He was babbling now, clutching at the back of her head as he begged her for more, less—she wasn't sure even he knew. Her name was a prayer on his lips, and he trembled beneath the hand that clutched at his thigh for support. She pulled him further into her mouth, forcing down her gag reflex as she swallowed around him, making his left had shoot out to brace against the wall as the other hand continued to cup the back of her head.

She noticed that he did nothing to force her movements. Even in the haze of the pleasure she was giving him, he never pushed her further, never tried to force her to take more. His hold on her was gentle, considerate, and it made her want to please him even more. She moved her hand from his thigh to his balls, rolling them in her palm and listening to the way it made him moan. Buffy knew he was close, and found herself almost craving the taste of him on her tongue, desperate for the tangible proof of what she could bring him. She sped up her movements, one hand twisting around the base of his cock while she sucked the rest in and out of her mouth.

William called her name when he came, pushing against the wall as he trembled, releasing into Buffy's willing mouth. He slumped when he was spent, his breathing erratic as Buffy rose to her feet, licking her lips. She ran her hands through his hair, reveling in the softness. "I love doing that for you," she said. "Love making you come."

Her sultry words had William growing aroused again already and he picked her up, making Buffy squeal. He carried her to the bed easily, her slight weight posing no challenge for his strong arms. The simple act had her swooning, even as he dropped her onto the mattress, soon covering her body with his. William kissed her deeply, the taste of himself in her mouth not turning him off in the slightest. He doubted anything about Buffy ever could.

He slid down her body, stopping at the hem of her skirt. She hadn't changed since she'd gotten home from school, and William suddenly understood the appeal of school uniforms. Her white knee socks and patent leather shoes were unbelievably sexy, and he groaned as he flipped up her skirt and found a red lace thong. The fact that those panties were beneath an outfit so demure only turned him on more.

Despite how much he loved her panties, he slipped them off her body, what lay beneath them calling to him even more. He grabbed her by the backs of her knees, lifting her legs up and hooking them over his shoulders. He wasted no time in latching his mouth to her clit, two fingers sliding inside of her as he did. Buffy let out a keening yell of surprise and pleasure, thrashing beneath him as William quickly brought her to orgasm.

The feel of her body trembling in pleasure only spurred William on more, and he added another finger as he pushed them quickly in and out of her, his tongue continuing to lap at her flesh. Buffy's eyes rolled back into her head as she shook, her fingers clawing at the bedspread. She saw stars behind her eyelids as William brought her off again with no signs of stopping. She screamed until she was hoarse, her entire world focused on near-excruciating pleasure, until blackness consumed her and she went limp.

When she came to, William was lying beside her, concern on his face. "Are you okay?"

Buffy nodded, her body still shaking lightly. "You…oh…wow."

"You lost consciousness for a moment," William said. "I…I got a little worried."

"It…it was good. You…you made me come so hard I blacked out. I…oh god."

Assured now that he hadn't done any sort of permanent damage, William smirked. "Any of your other lovers ever do that?"

"No," Buffy admitted. "Only you."

That was what William had hoped for, what had spurred him to bring her to orgasm again and again. She may not love him the way she did Angel, but he could bring her pleasure. Angel wasn't there to touch her, only William, and he was determined to make her forget all about the other man, at least for a little while. "Want to be inside you, Buffy." He said, pulling her against him. "Want to make you scream my name."

Buffy whimpered, pushing her body against him. "Want that, too, baby."

William stood, kicking off his shoes as he pulled off his shirt. As he reached down to his trousers, Buffy started to take off her own clothes, but William shook his head. "No. Keep them on."

Buffy raised an eyebrow. William wanted to fuck her in her school uniform? Wasn't that kinky… She raised herself up on her knees, giving him a saucy grin as she decided to test him and see just how much he wanted to play. "Why? 'Cause I've been a naughty girl?"

He curled his tongue over his teeth the way she'd first seen him do in the bathtub the day before and Buffy shivered. Was he even aware of the fact that he was doing something so damn sexy? "You've been the naughtiest, baby," he replied huskily.

Buffy crawled her way to the side of the bed before pulling herself back up on her knees and bracing herself against his chest. "Maybe you should spank me then."

William's eyes widened even as his cock twitched at her suggestion. She actually wanted him to spank her? He wasn't sure what surprised him more—the fact that she wanted it or that he wanted to do it to her. "You have been very naughty," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. "Seducing me the way you did."

"Oooh, I have," Buffy said, thrilled that he was going to play along. "You should punish me."

"Only way you'll learn," William said with a smirk.

Buffy took his hands and pulled him back down so he was sitting on the bed. He grabbed her then, and she squealed, biting back a giggle. Dominant William was turning her on like crazy, and she wanted so badly to feel the sting of his hand against her ass. He pushed her skirt back up again, tucking the bottom of it into the waistband to keep it out of his way. Buffy pushed herself up slightly, and William groaned at the sight of her tight bottom, his cock hardening almost painfully despite the fact that it hadn't been that long since he'd come in her mouth.

William ran his hand across the smooth skin, noting for the first time that she had no tan lines, the skin here just as golden as the rest of her. "You've got a beautiful arse, luv," he told her, his touch still gentle.

Buffy trembled. God how this man could turn her on… "William…" she pleaded, her hips gyrating.

William hissed as she rubbed against his erection, his hand coming down for a light smack. Buffy whimpered. "Harder…spank me harder…I've been sooo naughty, William."

"Better teach you a lesson then," William said in the husky tone that Buffy was quickly finding herself addicted to. His hand came down with an audible crack, and Buffy moaned, bucking against him.

"M…more…" she begged, wriggling in his lap.

"Such a bad little chit," he said, spanking her steadily as he spoke. "Since that first night. Rubbin' up against me like you did when we danced. And then that show you put on for me when you got home, you bad, bad girl."

Buffy whimpered, her bottom beginning to sting from the spanking. But still she arched into William's hand, the heat from her ass seeming to set her pussy on fire, too. "I was…" she said. "I was so bad."

"An' teasin' me like you did in that store, too. You knew what you were doing to me, you little minx. Gettin' my cock all hard, makin' me desperate for you." He gave her a particularly hard spank, and Buffy moaned, tears coming to her eyes. "That how you do all the boys? Tease them with the promise of your hot lil' body, or was I special?"

"Sp…special," Buffy replied, writhing in his lap. "Want…wanted you. Wanted you so bad."

"Am I the only one you want, Buffy? Am I the only one you let inside your tight lil' pussy?"

"Yes!" Buffy cried out, her body shaking in pain and pleasure. "Oh god, William, only you!"

He lifted her up then, positioning her on her hands and knees on the bed before sliding behind her, driving in in one stroke. Buffy cried out as he took her from behind, raining more smacks on her bottom as he did. She came as he pulled out and pushed in with a hard, firm stroke, her arms giving out from under her and making the top half of her body collapse against the bed. William clutched her hips, driving into her like a man possessed until he came, her name escaping his mouth as a roar.

They slumped together on the bed, William having just enough of his ability to think left to avoid landing on top of her. Buffy whimpered, rolling over to curl up at his side. He could see part of her ass still exposed, and he swallowed at how red it was. Calmer now, William realized how much he'd lost control, and he felt ashamed. He'd let the jealousy he'd felt since seeing Buffy's name paired with someone else's drive him, making him behave like an animal. "Buffy…I'm so sorry," he said, dropping his head.

Buffy looked up at him, her eyes still slightly glazed. "Huh?"

"I…I lost control of myself. I…I don't know what came over me."

Buffy snuggled closer to him. "Whatever it was, let it come out again some time. I mean yeah, sitting down's gonna be a little rough tomorrow, but it was sooo worth it."

"You…you liked it?"

"William, I asked you to. Do you think I would've asked you to spank me if I didn't get off on it?"

"I…I was afraid I got carried away."

"You did get more into it than I expected," Buffy admitted, "But that was a totally pleasant surprise. You're freaking hot when you get all grr."

"'All grr?'"

"Yup. Your voice gets all rough and you have the sexiest damn smirk. That alone is about enough to make me come."

William kissed the top of her head. "So I didn't hurt you too much?"

"Nope." Buffy smiled, sighing in contentment. He certainly didn't seem like he was going to run off anywhere now, and the possessive streak he'd shown while he was spanking her thrilled her to no end. He did still want her. The day before must've just been a glitch. He'd been tired, not feeling well like he'd said. She was still able to turn him on.

"Good. I don't want to hurt you, Buffy. Not really, anyway."

"I know," Buffy replied. "It's why I trust you to do those things to me, William."

William smiled at that, warmed by the thought that she did trust him at least. That was something. "Kitten?"

"Yeah?"

"I…I am good, aren't I?"

Buffy reached up and stroked the side of his face, loving the way he leaned into her touch. "You're the best lover I've ever had." She'd spoken those words before, although this was the only time that they'd been said with complete sincerity. Before, it had always been to stroke the man's ego—and more than once while she was stifling a yawn. But not with William. The passion and intensity that lurked behind his shy exterior was incredible, enough to send her into orbit every time.

"You…you really mean that?"

"I do. For one thing, you're the only man I've ever been with who has gotten me off every time we've had sex, and with you it tends to be more like over and over again. You're also the only man to give me multiple orgasms and the only man to make me actually pass out from pleasure. You're incredible."

William smiled, her words affecting him strongly. He liked knowing he was good at this, knowing he was man enough to do those things to Buffy. He had no doubt that her other lovers had more experience and better looks than he did, but he was the one that could do those things to her she'd just listed.

Buffy looked down, hoping what she was about to say wouldn't scare him, but also unable to keep herself from telling him. Wrapped up in his arms now, it was too much what she was feeling to keep buried. "I've…I've also never felt as close to a man as I do with you. When…when we're together, I just…I…I feel so connected to you."

William felt a lump grow in his throat. She couldn't actually mean that, could she? Could she honestly feel the same thing that he did every time he made love to her? He didn't know what to say, afraid if he spoke he'd give too many of his feelings away, so he just pulled her closer, holding her tightly in his arms.

Buffy frowned at his silence, but didn't push it. He may not have said anything in return, but he was still holding her, so she hadn't driven him away. She said nothing either, deciding instead to just enjoy the feeling of being near him.

*** *** ***

Chapter 11:

William stared at the door in front of him in fear, wanting nothing more than to turn and bolt. "Remind me again why I agreed to this?"

"Because I had your cock in my mouth at the time," Buffy replied perkily.

"Oh. Right. Now I remember." William trembled for a second as the memory came rushing back.

"Go inside, you big baby," Buffy said. "You're just getting your hair done, not having a limb amputated."

"I…"

"I'll let you spank me again."

"Right then," William said, pushing open the door. "Stylist it is."

Buffy rolled her eyes. Men were so damn easy.

"Buffy! Cupcake!" exclaimed a man wearing what William was sure was the brightest green suit he had ever seen as he ran up to the pair, arms outstretched. He embraced Buffy, the two of them air kissing beside each cheek.

"Oh, and this must be William," the man said. "You were right, honey, he is completely scrumptious."

Buffy giggled. "Isn't he? William, this is Lorne, my stylist."

"Pleasure to meet you," William said.

"And polite, too!" Lorne said, shaking William's hand. "Why oh why are all the good ones straight?"

"And here I thought they were all gay," Buffy replied with a smirk.

"Only the truly magnificent ones," Lorne said. "Like moi." He clapped his hands. "So, what did we have in mind for William today?"

"I was hoping maybe we could discuss it," Buffy said, "I have some ideas, but I'm not sure. I wanted your advice."

"I don't have any say in this, do I?" William asked.

"No," Buffy and Lorne replied in unison, ignoring William's whimper.

Lorne reached out and started inspecting William's hair, a serious look now on his face. "It's got potential. These curls are going to give us some trouble, but I am a miracle worker, as you know, and I have no doubt that I'll be able to make them be nothing but an asset. How do you feel about some color?"

"Color?" William asked, swallowing.

Buffy and Lorne both ignored him again. "I was thinking about it," Buffy said. "Maybe a little lighter?"

"William, go have a seat in that chair right over there while your sweetie pie and I explore color choices," Lorne said, pointing. William sighed, but did it anyway, knowing there was no way he was going to convince both of them to just let him go.

He could see Buffy and Lorne reflected in the mirror in front of him, huddled over a stack of fashion magazines discussing what to do to his head as if it were as important as the Invasion of Normandy. William attention moved to his own reflection, and he frowned at what he saw. He didn't really think much could be done about him, but he supposed he was willing to let Buffy try.

Then a new fear entered his mind and he almost panicked. What if Buffy and Lorne did whatever makeover they were cooking up behind him and Buffy saw how it didn't make him look any better? What if she'd only been putting up with him for the time being because she thought she could make him attractive?

Suddenly, Lorne was up and on his way to the back. "Where's he going?" William asked as Buffy walked over to him.

"To mix up the stuff for your hair. We're gonna bleach it."

William blanched. "You're going to what?"

"Not all of it. Just the tips," Buffy said, patting his shoulder. "Lorne and I agree it'll look damn sexy on you."

"Isn't that a little…extreme? And I don't think my mother would like it."

"If you don't like it, I'll tell Lorne to fill the color back in, okay?" Buffy said. "But do this for me? Please?" She gave him her sexiest pout.

William sighed, knowing he couldn't resist that lip of hers. Apparently she knew it, too… "Fine. But if I hate it, it's going back to normal."

Buffy's pout immediately changed into a smile. "Great!" She kissed his cheek. "You're going to look hot, Will. I promise."

"I doubt it," William grumbled. "Unless Lorne's back there mixing some magic potion that's going to turn me into an entirely different person."

"Hey. Would you knock that off?" Buffy said. She gestured towards the mirror. "Look at yourself. Can't you see what you are?"

"A complete loser?"

"Stop it! Dammit, William, you've got to have some confidence in yourself. I can't have all of it for both of us, okay?" Buffy said. "You're not a loser. You're a kind, smart, handsome man."

"And might I add just plain tasty?" Lorne announced walking back into the room. "If I didn't think our little Buffykins would put me in a world of hurting, I'd be all over you like frosting on a cupcake."

William blushed bright red, starting down at his hands.

Buffy patted William on the shoulder. "Lorne's really good at this. I was thrilled to find him when I moved here. I was afraid my hair would totally suffer once I left L.A,"

"As if I'd allow that to happen to someone with hair as gorgeous as this," Lorne said, running a hand over Buffy's head. "Your girlfriend's got amazing hair, William."

"I know," William said, his tone becoming almost reverent for a moment. Buffy realized then that it was something he'd already noticed about her, a trait he'd secretly admired. She'd always assumed men noticed her obvious body parts, but her hair? Aside from when she flipped it, how much attention did they give it?

The look William was giving her right now was telling her that he'd given it quite a bit.

Lorne set down the bowl of dye he'd mixed in the back, "Okay, we're going to give you a little trim before I start with the color. And then I'll teach you what to do with these curls of yours, honey cakes."

William nodded, knowing even if he tried to argue, Buffy would just give him that pout, and he'd be agreeing to anything.

"Great!" Lorne exclaimed with a smile. "Let's get this show on the road."

*** *** ***

"What do you think, lemon drop? Aren't I a miracle worker?"

William stared at himself in the mirror, running his hand through his hair. It was shorter, though not too much, and Lorne had used some sort of gel to "add definition to the curl." About two inches from the tips of his hair were bleached blond, and he found that, surprisingly enough, he liked it. "It looks good," he said.

Lorne grinned. "And how about you, cupcake? Do you approve of your man's new look."

Buffy wrapped her arms around William's waist from behind, kissing his shoulder. "Oh yeah. You did an amazing job, Lorne."

"Well, I am the best," Lorne replied. He pulled a bag off the counter, handing it to William. "This is shampoo, conditioner, and styling gel. Style it like I showed you, and get Buffy to help you if need be. Don't be a baby about it. Remember, real men do style their hair. And as for the shampoo, don't you dare use anything else. You don't want to face the horrors of brassiness. Got it, lamb chop?"

William nodded, taking the bag. "Yeah. Thanks."

Buffy linked her arm with William's. "Thanks so much, Lorne. I knew you'd do a great job."

"But of course. You two kids off for some shopping now?"

"Yep," Buffy replied. "I can't wait to get William into something that shows off that lickable ass of his."

William sputtered his blush quickly returning. "Buffy…"

"Well, it is!" Buffy said. "Wouldn't you say so, Lorne?"

"Oh yeah. I can tell even in those slacks he's wearing now that you could eat a meal off that thing."

William looked down. "Thanks," he mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

Lorne patted Buffy's shoulder. "Well, you two crazy lovebirds head on out, why don't you? Have a good time."

"We will," Buffy said with a smile, her arm still hooked with William's as she led him out of the shop. As soon as they were outside, Buffy stopped, turning to look William in the eye. "You do really like it, don't you? Because if you don't, you don't have to say you do just to make me happy."

"I do," William replied. "I'm surprised that I do, but yeah, it looks good."

Buffy grinned. "I'm happy. It looks great, baby. And I told you it would."

"You were right."

"Always am," Buffy said, giving him a quick kiss. She took his hand, pulling him towards the car. "And now it's off to wardrobe…"

*** *** ***

William trailed behind Buffy as she pulled things from racks, periodically holding them up to him before making her decision of whether or not to keep them in the pile or put them back. She said nothing, only making either a face of approval or extreme distaste. Finally, she seemed to be satisfied with what she had as she led him over to the dressing rooms, sifting through the pile of clothes she'd made until she thrust a few articles at him. "Go put these on."

"Yes, dear," William muttered, earning him a slightly dirty look from Buffy. He sighed and took the clothes from her, going into the dressing rooms. When he came back out, Buffy was sifting through the clothes again, focused on the task of putting together possible outfits. William cleared his throat, and she turned around quickly.

Buffy's jaw dropped, her eyes widening. His normal loose slacks and button-down shirt combination had been replaced by tight black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a dark blue silk overshirt, perfectly complimenting his eyes. The t-shirt looked almost painted on, outlining every one of the muscles on his chest, and Buffy had to fight to keep from swooning.

"I look bloody ridiculous," William muttered. "This stuff's too tight."

"No!" Buffy said, surprised she was able to get her mouth to work. "You look…wow. William, you look great. I mean, I knew you would, but…whoa. If I didn't think it would get us arrested, I'd so have sex with you right here."

"I don't know, Buffy. It all seems like such a radical change," William said.

"But isn't that what you wanted? A change?"

She had him there. He had said he wanted a change, and this certainly was one. But he couldn't shake the feeling that it didn't look right on him, like he'd slipped into someone else's skin. "I feel like I'm playing dress up, and that's what everyone's going to see. Stupid wanker William trying to act like he's something other than a git."

"Um, no," Buffy said. "You look like a really hot guy in some damn sexy clothes." She moved closer to him, pressing her hands against his chest. "Clothes I really wanna rip off."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You look good, baby. Really, really good. Trust me on this one."

"Somehow I doubt that's even possible."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "There you go again, completely unaware of your own hotness. But then again if you did know, you might go out and find someone better than me anyway, so maybe it's good you're all clueless."

William frowned. "Buffy, I wouldn't do…"

"Here," she said, handing him another stack of clothes. "Go try these now."

"I wouldn't cheat on you, Buffy," he said softly. "You don't…you don't really think I'd do that, do you?"

"Of course not," Buffy said, though the look in her eyes did little to convince William that she meant it. "Now go. Try on clothes."

"Kitten…"

Buffy put her hands on her hips. "I'm getting impatient. That makes me cranky. And believe me, you do not want a cranky Buffy on your hands."

William decided not to push it. Buffy had a tendency to shut down on him, avoiding certain topics, and this seemed to be one of them. But it didn't matter now, not really. He wouldn't cheat on her, so it was a non-issue. He kissed her softly, trying to reassure her the best he could without words. "I'll be out in a minute, pet."

"I'll be here," Buffy replied with a smile.

William kissed her one more time quickly before going into the dressing room.

*** *** ***

"You're going to blink them right out."

William froze, giving Buffy a look of worry. "Is that possible?"

Buffy shrugged. "I don't know. I've never worn contacts. But the way you're blinking like crazy, it wouldn't surprise me." She reached across the table, taking his hand. "Just don't think about them. You'll get used to them."

"I didn't expect to walk out of there today with the things. Figured he'd have to order them."

"Apparently you have a common prescription," Buffy replied. "And hey, he gave you those kind you can just wear for a few weeks and then trash, so you won't even have to think about them for a while. Instead, you can just think about the fact that you've finally got your gorgeous girlfriend on an actual date."

William smiled at that. "Yeah, I guess I do." He'd been thrilled when Buffy suggested they stay in town after they'd finished their shopping and have dinner together. As much as he loved spending time in bed with her, the idea of an actual date excited him, too. It made their whole relationship seem more real, as if she really was his girlfriend.

Buffy ran her thumb over the top of his hand. She'd had a good day with William, enjoying his company. He looked amazing, her top rate makeover skills certainly being put to good use. She'd still found him attractive that afternoon when they'd set out, but now… His new look seemed to fit the man she'd been discovering in her bed so much more. She'd watched him come out of his shell, transform from the shy, stammering virgin who she'd practically had to drag to bed to the man who had held her over his knees the day before. The way he looked now reflected that, and she was proud of herself.

"Stepping out on William already? That was quick, Buffy."

Buffy turned quickly, Cecily's voice pulling her out of her thoughts. She glared at the brunette now standing beside their table. "Okay, first off, who the hell told you you could interrupt our dinner, and secondly, this is William, you idiot."

William turned towards Cecily and her jaw dropped. "You look…different," she said

"Yeah," William said with a disinterested shrug. "You look about the same. Any reason you came over here?"

Cecily tried unsuccessfully to hide her embarrassment. "It just…appeared as if Buffy was being unfaithful. I was merely looking out for you, William."

William arched an eyebrow. "How thoughtful," he said flatly. "She's not and you're interrupting."

"I'm…I'm sorry," Cecily said, backing up. "Well, enjoy your dinner."

Buffy gave Cecily a saccharine smile and a tiny wave, and Cecily turned around in a huff, walking off. As soon as she was gone, Buffy started laughing, unable to contain it any longer. "Oh my god, that was hilarious."

"She actually didn't recognize me," William said, shaking his head. "I didn't think I looked that different."

"You don't," Buffy said. "She's just a total moron. Trust me, I have to see her every day. God, I bet she is so pissed off right now."

William chuckled. "She did look rather embarrassed." He smiled across the table at Buffy, feeling a great swell of joy that she was the one he was sitting with instead of Cecily. How had he ever thought that he'd had feelings for Cecily? Must've been because he hadn't yet met—and subsequently had his world turned upside down by—one Buffy Summers.

"She totally noticed your hotness, by the way," Buffy said, watching for William's reaction carefully to the observation that the woman he'd once pined for had been checking him out. It had been clear to Buffy that Cecily had not been surprised just to see that it was in fact William sitting there, but that it was William looking like that.

"She can notice all she wants," William said with a shrug. "She already missed her chance." He squeezed Buffy's hand. "I found someone better anyway."

Buffy gave him a shy smile that William was unused to seeing on her face but liked all the same. "Better, huh?"

"Much."

"And you admit that you're totally hot?"

William frowned. "What? I never said that."

"It was implied when you didn't argue that Cecily wasn't checking out your hotness."

William gave her a dirty look. "Oh, you're a tricky one."

"And this is news how?"

He shook his head, chuckling lightly. "Guess it's not. Thank you, Buffy."

"For what? Tricking you into agreeing that you're a hottie?"

"No." William lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing it softly. "For thinking I am," he told her. "For treating me like I am. For just…well, for everything. This week has been the best week of my life, and it's all because of you. You make me so happy, pet. More than I can even begin to tell you."

Buffy looked down, the shy smile coming back. "You've made me really happy, too."

William kissed Buffy's hand one more time before setting it back at the table, smiling at her warmly.

From across the restaurant, Cecily Underwood watched the couple, her eyes narrowed.

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