Chapter 9

“Who were you talking to, honey?”

“Ooh, I love when you talk dirty. Again, princess.”

“It’s not dirty talk--hey! Get off of me!”

Buffy playfully batted William away. He was straddling her as she lay on her side, placing kisses down her body. He started high and ended with her heel.

“Come back.”

“Oh, now you want me.”

He moved up again and she was pulled on top of him.

“Always want you,” she said, snuggling into his side. “Tell me. Who was on the phone, baby?”

“I was talking to Lilah, my new boss. I was begging for her to let me start on Monday.”

“Early?”

“Yeah, by a week. Need something to do. If not I will probably lose my head and go to class with you.”

“That would be good,” she said, kissing his chest.

“Good, yeah, but inappropriate.”

“Are you ever appropriate?”

“Sometimes, kitten.”

“Well, if you’re working on Monday, we don’t have much time.”

“Where are you going? Who said you could get up?”

“Shower time. Up.” She squirmed as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“Why?”

“No whining, mister. We have things to do and people to see.”

“But, love, we were about to start doing things here; and besides, we don’t meet Red ‘till tonight.”

“We’re going shopping. Oh, don’t you start whining. We need to buy new clothes for Monday.”

“Why, you don’t like my clothes?”

“It’s tradition. Every year before school started, mom would get me a new outfit. Since you’re starting the new job, you get one too.”

“Oh. We can do that.”

“Yup and if you hurry with no more monkey business, I’ll let you pick out my underwear.”

“Underwear? Who said anything about underwear? No more of that, I demand it. They only get in the way.”

“Oh, so you didn’t have fun taking them off before?”

“When you put it that way...”
***

“How about this?”

“Spikey, I’m going to college, not Sunday school.”

Buffy put back the long sleeved, high-necked, low waist shirt. “Didn’t you go on and on about how nobody will notice me anyway?”

William ignored her comment. He gulped and shook his head each time she put another low-necked, thin, bit of nothing to her chest for his evaluation.

’Nobody but me should get to see her goodies…Mine.’

“You like?” Buffy compromised, hoping he’d like the black shirt. “It’s your favorite color...”

William judged the top and envisioned her in it. ’Like her in black. Hell, like her in everything…like her in nothing.’

“That’ll do,” he mumbled.

That was all Buffy needed; she grabbed the pants she had been eyeing and ran to the nearest checkout.

“Hey! You didn’t try on the top! It could be too tight! I didn’t even see those pants!” William said, chasing after her.
***

“I wish I could do this for a living. Turn.”

Buffy stood outside of the dressing rooms, near the doorway. William turned in front of the full length mirror, arms stretched out.

’Too bad I couldn’t just run past, when the guy isn’t looking.’

Buffy glanced at the dressing room attendant, who must have been reading her mind because he grunted and shook his head no.

”Damn,” she whispered.

“Hey, I’m the Barbie here.”

She looked back and smiled. She had picked out a dozen combinations for him to model.

“I love it. Next.” She waved her hands, shooing him into his dressing room.

William went back into his tiny changing room muttering about how he hated playing dress up.
***

“Why am I always your pack mule?”

“Because I have to save all my Mighty Mouse strength for pleasuring you.”

William’s eyes bugged out as he put their bags in the trunk and Buffy giggled.

“You like to do that, yeah?”

“Yeah, and to think I was only around Anya for a few hours. After Monday…”

’No. No Monday.’ William grabbed her, pushing her against the trunk, making sure she felt his erection as he whispered in her ear, “We’ve got three hours until we see Willow. I want you in the black, lacy one as soon as we get home, right?”

Buffy gasped, “Which black, lacy one? William, you bought me six bags of underwear...”
***

“What do you think, sweetie?”

William tried not to cringe as Willow poked and prodded Oz.

’A man of few words, I respect that. But can my bubbly little Red handle him?’ He was answered by looking at Willow and seeing that her eyes were sparkling. ’Oz, you lucky dog, you can do no wrong now.’

“So, Buffy are you going to take any photography classes at UC Sunnydale?”

“Yup.”

William felt a foot edge itself up his pant leg. ’So that’s why she insisted on sitting across from me.’

“Oh that’s super! Oz tell them about your photographic past.”

“I took classes in college. It was my minor.” Oz looked at Buffy, interested.

“Oh, what kind?”

“Black and white, traditional color, non-silver, digital.”

“Which did you like the most?”

Buffy’s foot landed in William’s lap. William moved forward, closer to the table, hoping he wasn’t giving Oz a show.

“Traditional color actually.”

“Really?” She began to stroke him with her big toe. “My advisor, who helped me with my schedule, was into digital. He said—William, are you okay?” She patted his hand, but her movements never stopped. “Anyway, he told me that traditional was archaic and a waste of time…”

William stopped paying attention to their conversation. ’She’s going to pay for this. I either walk out of here with a stiffy or I will burst here. Neither sounds too appealing.’

“Will, sweetie, you sure you’re okay?” Willow touched his shoulder and he jumped.

“Ah, pet, I was just zoning.”

“Well, welcome back. Buffy and I are going to the ladies’ room to powder.”

Willow kissed Oz quickly before the girls left.
***

“So, toes under the table too?”

William looked at the blue haired man, equally embarrassed and astonished. “Yeah, I guess we’re in the same boat, mate.”

Oz moved closer to the table too, a red tint to his face.
***

“She took the news well, yeah?”

Buffy closed the front door. “Who? What? Huh?”

She watched as William loosened him tie and walked into the kitchen.

“Red. She knows. About us.” He poured himself a glass on water and offered her some through gestures.

“No thanks. How do you know that she knows?

“Well, for starters love, you were both in the bathroom for over forty-five minutes. Then she came out unbelievably giddy and you guilty faced. There’s only so many times that Willow can say how great she thinks we are together until a guy catches on. I’m not daft, Buffy.”

“You mad?” Buffy inched closer to him.

“No.”

She reached for him and touched his arm. “I’m happy she’s okay with this, with us.’

Buffy took William’s drink and placed it on the counter, brushing her body against his.

William leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I’m happy too, pet.”
***

“How long?”

“About an hour. We’d get there by seven.”

”I don’t want to go.”

It was Sunday evening. They had spent the day making love and watching television. They had finally gotten dressed and were sitting on the couch. The TV was not on; the house was silent. Buffy was on William’s lap, her head tucked under his chin.

“Are you nervous?”

“About what, pet?”

“Job.”

“Kinda.”

“I wish I could be here in the morning. I could see you in your new sexy business attire. Are you going to slick back your hair?”

“Probably. I have it curly-like only for you.”

“So I’ll run my fingers through it.”

“Exactly.”

William kissed the top of her head.

”I don’t want you to go either.”
***

“Let me walk you to your car.”

Buffy and William escaped the watchful eyes of Anya and Xander.

“I wish I knew how to drive.”

“Can’t be explained, your deadly driving, pet.”

They walked in the night, silent until they reached his car.

“Call me.”

“Okay.”

“You can email too.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll miss you, kitten.” Buffy fell in his arms, crying softly as William peppered her face and neck with kisses. “We can do this, pet.”

“I know.”

“I love you, Buffy.”

“I love you, too.”

“I should go, it’s getting late.”

“I know.”

“Buffy…”

Buffy inhaled his scent making sure she could keep it with her. He wiped her tear-streaked face with both of his thumbs and smiled.

“Have fun in school, Buffy.”
***

“Hey! Hi, you forgot this.”

Buffy turned towards the voice and nearly was run down by the sandy haired man. She was late for her next class, the last class of her day and she was looking forward to calling William as soon as she reached her dorm.

’Late. On the first day. That is never of the good.’

“Oh, thank you.” She grabbed her almost-forgotten ID from a large hand.

“You’re Buffy, right?”

Buffy finally looked up at the man. “Yes. Do I-.”

“I guess I made a lasting impression, huh? I’m sure you have met hundreds of new faces today. Anyway, I’m Riley Finn, you know Jenny Calendar’s shadow.”

“Oh, sorry, yeah way too many faces.”

Jenny Calendar was the Teacher’s Assistant that taught her photography class. Riley was one of the many first year graduate students in the program that helped her with their class.

’Wow, he’s tall’ Buffy noticed, during their awkward silence. He looked like he should be a football player and not a photographer. Riley ran a hand through his hair and smiled. ‘He looks like a big goof when he smiles.’

“So…”

“So…”

“Well, it was nice to see you again, Riley. Thanks for finding my ID. I really should be going to class now.”

“Oh, ok, I’ll see you on Thursday.”

As Buffy walked away from Riley, she was nearly knocked down again.

“Howdy doody, B. Who was that hunk of man? Or are you going to pretend to not know him too?”

“Faith, lets walk and talk. My poetry class starts in,” she looked at her watch, “three minutes. He’s like a TAA, you know the teacher assistant’s assistant. Anyway, you’re free to maul him if you want.”

“Your class in Mitchell Hall?”

“Yup.”

“Room 210?”

“I think so.”

“Looks like we’ll be class buddies. Isn’t that swell, B?”

“Swell. Let’s go, F.”
***

William had an office. He’d never had one before because he had always worked out of his home, primarily with his things scattered on the kitchen table. The office was tiny, but allowed him privacy as he wrote. He had had a pretty good start. He met Lilah and other co-workers.

As William unpacked his laptop, he saw a bright pink slip of paper in his bag.

William,
I hope you have a good day at work. I’ll be thinking about you all day.
Love,
Buffy

William folded her note, brought it to his lips and kissed her words with a sigh.
***

“How’s my studly newbie doing?”

William froze, afraid to turn towards the male voice. ‘Only in America would I have a guy hitting on me at work.’

“Hey there, cutie patootie. I can feel your vibes, they’re just screaming for advice.”

“The name’s William.”

“Oh, howdy. I’m Lorne, self-help guru.”

“Pleasure.” William murmured as he shook the man’s hand.

“So, sweet cheeks, is she pretty?”
***

“Lorne! Get away from William! He’s new!”

William looked towards the girl, happy for an excuse to get away from Lorne.

“Hey, honey pie, don’t worry I couldn’t crack him, try as I might.” Lorne got up and pushed in his chair. “Jeepers creepers, I have a one-o’clock. Toddles.”

William breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sorry, Lorne is always like that, you know um…”

“Pushy? Flamboyant? Loud?”

“Yeah, you definitely covered him well.” The small girl gave a weak laugh and smile. She had long brown hair and glasses. “Oh, where are my manners? I’m Winifred Burkle. Lilah sent me to make sure you were adjusting.”

“Nice to meet you, pet. I’m doing fine, but that guy gave me the willies.”

“Sorry.”

“So, what do you do here, love?”

“Oh, science…”
***

William arrived home tired and anxious. He wasn’t looking forward to sleeping in his bed alone. He really wanted to talk to Buffy and tell her about his day and ask about hers.

He pressed the red button of the answering machine.

“Hey, it’s me; I just got out of class. I realized I don’t have your work number. That sucks because I have been dying to call all day and now I’m talking to the empty house. Call me if you can. Love you. Bye.”
***

“Hey.”

“Hey! How was work?”

“Good. Nice people. I have an office.”

“Oh, really, does it have pretty furniture?”

“I guess so, kitten. You like office furniture?” William laughed at her excitement.

“Not really, I just want to know the details for when I fantasize about what you’re doing all day at work.”

“You’ve been fantasizing about me?”

“All day. Today was really boring. All we did was go over syllabuses.”

“Isn’t it syllabi?”

“I prefer buses. So, what are you doing?”

“Laying in bed talking to you.”

“Ooh, what you wearing?”

“Up for a little phone sex, are we pet?”

“Well, that depends if you’re up, if you know what I mean.”

“You little minx. I guess I should tell you, you know, to help with making your fantasies as realistic as possible.”

“Yup.”

“Do I get to know what you’re wearing?”

“Maybe. I asked you first, Spikey.”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing. Color me surprised. When do you wear clothes?”

“Ha ha. Your turn, princess.”

“I’m wearing the white gown, you know, the one with the lacy top--.”

“And the silky bottom. Yeah, I like that one.”

There was a silence.

“William?”

“Yeah, sweets?”

“Do you really want to do the phone sex thing? I mean, I have no idea what it is, but if you want to, I would.”

“Kitten, maybe soon, but not tonight. It’s only our first night apart. We could pick a date and plan, you know, have something to look forward to. But right now, I just want to hear your voice.”

“That sounds good. I like hearing your voice too.”

Buffy and William feel asleep, their ears still listening to the phone.
***

“Xander?” Buffy flashed him her biggest smile.

“What’s the what, Buffster? You usually don’t feed me just because.” Xander took a swallow of his soft drink.

“Well, Xand, we’re best friends and all and I would like to ask you a favor. And if you choose to accept it, I shall be your Buffy slave.”

“Buffy slave?” Xander tried to hide his excitement, nearly chocking on his hamburger.

“Yes, a favor—of the G-rated variety—but that’s only if you choose to accept my offer.”

“Which is?”

“Teach me how to drive.”

“Come again? You want me to let Buffy, also known as Hell on Wheels, drive?”

“Yes. I’ll try harder this time. I promise.” Buffy gave her best Summers Sad Puppy Eyes as she caressed his hand.

“Please, Xand?”

Xander looked panicked, but was finally defeated. “Damn your puppy eyes and soft caresses! Fine, but you are not using my car.”
***

“Here let me help you.” Riley pushed Buffy aside. Today the photography class was being introduced to the darkroom and to developing a print. Riley hadn’t left Buffy alone during the entire class.

“Riley--.”

“See you focus with the grain finder and--.”

“Is everything okay here, Buffy? Riley?”

“Sure Jenny, I was just helping Buffy here.”

“Sure.” Buffy plastered a fake smile on her face. She had been in photography for three years in high school and knew how to focus an image. “Riley, I’m okay. Why don’t you see if someone else needs helping?” Buffy pleaded, trying not to sound mean.

“Oh, but we need to develop your print now, it can be tricky--.”

“Riley, back off, I know what I’m doing.”

Buffy immediately felt bad as Riley’s goofy grin faded away. “Okay, Buffy if that’s what you want.”

“It’s just that I’m an independent worker, you see…”

“I’ll get out of your hair.” Riley turned on his heel and left her. Buffy felt bad for a few minutes until she was reminded how relaxing and calming photography can be, when working in silence.
***

“Psst. Hey…B…What the hell is that guy talking about?”

“Faith, it’s called poetry.”

“But isn’t Byron that guy who makes those frozen pizzas?”

“No. You’re thinking Red Baron.”

“Oh.”
***

“You still moping and missing your orgasm friend?”

“Go away Anya.” Buffy snuggled into the couch, watching her favorite movie.

“I know Patrick Swayze can cure many illnesses, but in your case I recommend calling him. I don’t think William will mind.”

“I have called him, twice today and I feel like an idiot. I only have to wait until tomorrow and then I will see him but it’s nearly killing me—hey, how do you know William’s my orgasm friend?”

“Buffy, I hear you screaming his name when you’re pleasuring yourself.”

“Go away Anya!”
***
 

Chapter 10

On Friday, Buffy spent the entire day watching the clock. At one o’clock she ran to the visitor’s parking lot. She had been prepared all day, dragging her travel bag along with her backpack and purse to every class.
***

William was early. He was dressed in his signature all black, including the jacket that Buffy had picked up for him.

As he smoked his cigarette, he leaned against his car and looked at his watch. ‘Soon.’

“William!”

William looked up as Buffy threw her bags to the ground and pounced on him. Limbs were entwined, words of loneliness and longing were exchanged, and lips attacked exposed skin.

“God, Buffy...”
***

“I can’t move.”

“Good.”

“We kinda missed the couch.”

The couple had barely gotten out of the car before clothes were shed. First William had pushed Buffy against the front door, then they had both collapsed somewhere between the coffee table and hallway.

“I’m sure crazy Jane next door was given a thrill.”

“Crazy Jane?”

“Yup, next door neighbor. She’s actually a very nice person, you should meet her, love.”

“A nice crazy person?”

“Yeah, it can happen.”

“Can we get up now?”

“You want to leave me already, kitten?”

“Nope, it’s just that the floor is hard and I think you gave me a rug burn.”

“Serves you right. Do you have any idea how sharp your claws are? I’m going to be all scarred up when you’re through with me.”

“Not going to be through with you. Not ever.”
***

“What happened to your forehead, love?” William asked as they cuddled on the couch. Buffy was curled up, lying on a pillow that was resting in his lap.

She touched her band-aid, “You noticed?”

“The polka dots, gave you away. Quite stylish though.”

“Thanks. I, um, got in a go-kart accident.”

“Go-kart…you drove! Who let you drive?”

Buffy quickly rolled to face him. “Don’t be mad. I wanted to learn so I could see you sometimes and you know, surprise you.”

“So you put your life and the lives of others in danger for me?”

Buffy couldn’t tell by his tone if he was mad or not after hearing her confession.

’Honesty’s the best policy.’

“Yes.”

Buffy got her answer as William ravished her mouth. “Mmmm, my love…”
***

The next morning, William woke early, way too early for his liking until he considered the source. Buffy’s hands were roaming across his chest and toying with his flat nipples.

“Morning, kitten. Up to play already?”

“I just couldn’t resist you,” Buffy said, sounding unusually quiet and almost embarrassed.

“Something wrong?” William took her hands and kissed along the pads of her fingertips.

She sighed deeply and moved to rest her head on his chest.

Concerned because she had broken their eye contact, William ran a hand up and down her back. “Buffy. Tell me, sweetheart.”

“It’s almost September…her birthday.”

’Joyce.’

“I feel--I don’t know but I’m pretty sure that I’m lying next to the love of my life…”

William felt his heart swell. ‘Always love’s bitch.’

“…and I feel guilty that I feel guilty. Does that make any sense?”

“Of course...”

“No wait. I could easily say that mom just wants us to be happy, but I don’t know. She loved you so much and I know that you loved her. I’m just afraid that I will always think in the back of my mind that I am taking advantage of her death.”

“No. No, Buffy. Stop.”

”William, we wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for mom dying and her will. It scares me to think that this is the result of fate and that mom died so we would get together or that if mom were alive, I would have never been able to be with you…God, it’s driving me crazy. This past week I was torn between guilt and wanting to be with you so bad.”

“I don’t know what to say. Everything happens for a reason, I guess. What was to be now is. We can’t change anything, no matter how much we would like to. I loved your mom, but now I can say, with confidence, that you, Buffy, are mine too.”

“I’m what?”

“The love of my life.”

William felt Buffy’s tears wet his skin as she kissed his chest.

“I love you. I hate feeling bad about it.”

He pulled Buffy up to face her teary eyes. “Then don’t.”
***

William had insisted that Buffy take a walk after breakfast to clear her mind. Buffy felt much better upon her return, but once she arrived home, she couldn’t find him.

“William, are you up here?” she called up the stairs. “I’m home!”

“In here, Buffy!”

Buffy had never been in William’s studio and ever since she learned that William had decorated the room with her mother’s artwork, she felt uneasy about seeing it.

“Better?” he asked, meeting her in the hallway with a paintbrush in hand.

“Much. Were you working?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of like therapy.”

“What about your writing?”

“To be honest, I’ve had a block lately. Besides, I needed a holiday from words.”

“Okay, I can leave you alone if you want paint in peace.”

“Nah, I’m just going to finish up. I’ll be down in a minute, pet.”
***

William found Buffy downstairs watching MTV.

“I thought I had affected your choice in music. Thought you were actually into the good stuff.”

“Silly William. That was me just finding ways to seduce you.”

“Is that right?”

“Yup. Move. You’re in front of the TV.”

“Bossy.”

William stopped in front of her and kneeled, pulling her into his arms.

“You didn’t need to change anything -- even your bloody awful taste in music -- to seduce me.” Buffy sighed as he pushed her to the back of the sofa. He kissed her deeply but cut it short. “It occurred to me, while you were in Sunnydale, that I forgot to do something. Something very important.” Before Buffy could ask him, William was pushing her skirt to her waist. “I’m a bad man for forgetting. Tell me you’ll never forgive me.” William spread her legs wide and inhaled. “You’re always ready for me aren’t you, kitten?”

William pushed two fingers against her damp underwear, making Buffy gasp. He caressed the damp spot while she wiggled. Then he hooked onto her underwear and pulled them off, keeping her skirt on.

“William…”

“Shhh.” He danced his fingertips from her knees to her upper thighs. “So pretty, you are.”

Buffy wasn’t sure if he was addressing her or the wetness between her legs. She shivered, feeling his warm breath against her, and her head flew back as a finger slid along her opening. Her breathing became erratic when he began to move two long fingers in and out.

'So good. So nice.'

“Deeper, please.”

“Why, you’re awfully polite now.”

Buffy moved to meet his fingers. “Ahhh. More. More.”

“Wait. I’m almost getting to the good part.”

“Huh? Almost?”

Buffy felt his fingers leave her and they were replaced with his tongue. 'Oh, this good part.' She released the handfuls of sofa she had been white knuckling, and found his head. 'Mmmm... Love his hair.' Buffy flew as he licked her up, down, in and out. She tensed her legs and tugged on his hair as she came. 'He’s never going to forget that again.'
***

“You dry, I wash.”

Buffy was deep in thought as she helped William dry the dishes.

“William?”

“Hmmm?”

“I have this huge assignment in my photography class. Ten prints in two weeks. It’s insane and I need to have at least five rolls by Monday.”

William nodded, waiting for her to reach her point.

“So my assignment is creating lies. You know, photos are usually seen as fact and a documentation…ah, anyway, I was wondering if I could…take some pictures of you?”

“What kind of pictures, pet?”

Buffy focused on her plate, drying it completely. She knew he was smirking by the tone of his voice. “Well, actually I thought some shots with you and the car would be nice. You could get in your punk clothes and…”

“Kitten, somehow I think you just want to me to ravish you in my leather.”

Buffy gulped and bit her lower lip. “Well, it would have its perks…”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“Really. Now give me a kiss for being so cooperative.”
***

“Sure you don’t need any help?” Buffy stood in front of the closed bathroom door, loading her camera with film.

“I remember how to put on my own eye make-up, love.”

Buffy hoped her heart would slow down and that her hands would stop shaking. ’Camera shake would be a bad thing.’

All of Buffy’s “Spike” fantasies were flooding her thoughts, in turn causing a flood in her pants.

“Ready.”

Buffy felt her eyes widen at the sight of him. William had searched through boxes for his duster and holey jeans. He couldn’t find the vest so he had to wear a torn black shirt instead.

“Cat swallowed your tongue?”

“Ah huh.” Buffy nodded, stepping away from him. ‘Ohh, really spiky hair. Can’t maul the model! Can’t maul the model--Oh God, he painted his fingernails…’
***

William was having fun. He had forgotten how manly he felt wearing his duster, even when he wore the makeup. Just feeling the jacket blow in the wind as he walked made him feel like a superhero. It also helped that Buffy looked like she was going to burst.

“I want a few more with you in the car.”

William was on his best behavior and it was driving Buffy insane. He did exactly what she asked; he hadn’t even tried to look down her shirt when she bent over, causing her shirt to balloon open.

Buffy struggled not to act as horny as she felt. “Will you sit on the trunk?”
***

At the sound of Buffy’s third roll rewinding, she decided enough with the picture taking but she didn’t tell William that the photo shoot was over.

“Can you take off your shirt, but keep the jacket on, please?”

William looked at her questioningly but continued to follow her directions as she loaded another roll of film.

“This better?”

“Much. Close your eyes; I want a dramatic close-up.” Placing her camera down carefully, Buffy gently held onto his duster by the lapels and pulled him towards her.

“Love, I thought--.”

“No more pictures.” Buffy kissed along his jaw line.

“You know what’s brilliant about this coat, kitten?”

Buffy was then crushed against his body, encased by the jacket. William put his hands on her behind, grinding his erection into her clothed crotch. She was pleased to find that William had found their photo shoot arousing too. Holding him close, she brushed his back with the palms of her hands.

“What about crazy neighbor lady?”

“Sod, the crazy neighbor lady. Want you now.” William captured her lower lip with his teeth, making her moan.

“I can feel that.” As they kissed, William picked Buffy up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, hiking her skirt up to her hips.

“Really, really brilliant jacket. Good thing I wore a skirt. What about the car? It could get scratched...”

“Can fix that.” William wobbled them over to the large tree in the front yard and supported her against it.

“You know when I heard you, that night, I thought my hand would fall off... Good Lord, I couldn’t move it fast enough, pet. To know you were coming in the other room, thinking about me…”

Buffy’s top was ripped and buttons were popped off.

William hissed at the sight of her bare breasts and placed wet kisses in the valley between them after traveling from nipple to nipple.

“William-.”

“It’s okay, kitten. You can call me Spike, for now.”

Buffy’s head and heart turned to mush. She was overwhelmed to see the makeup on his face as he worshiped her skin. As he kneaded her ass, she snaked a hand between them and unzipped his pants.

William was glad to feel the tension released from his jeans, the night air and a small set of hands on his throbbing cock. William thought she would stroke him, but Buffy led him to her entrance. Her underwear was pushed aside and Buffy impaled herself on him with much force.

“William...”

“Shhh, Buffy, love, must be quiet.”

“I...ah, okay.” Buffy struggled with her words as she matched his thrusts.

“Must be quiet,” he whispered as he pressed his damp forehead against hers and captured her eyes. “Going to take you slow.”

William rocked them slowly, until they both reached their peak.
***

“Wow. That was…wow.”

“Speechless, my love?”

“I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“Really? Not even with the poofter?”

“Who? Oh, Angel. Nope Angel and I never got to trees. Hell, we never got to beds.”

William cocked his brow.

“Ew! I mean Angel and I didn’t have sex.”

“Is that so?”

“You see, I had someone else on my mind.”

“Or really, pet? Did I know him?”

“Maybe. He’s quite handsome, moody, British. Come to think about it, he kinda resembles you.”

“Is that right?”

William began to move his hips slightly.

“Hey you, stop that, we should go inside. Crazy neighbors could call the cops.”

“Let ‘em come, let you come.”

“William. Oh, do that again.”
***

“So.”

“So.”

William didn’t look up from his laptop.

“You going to work all day?”

“Have to, princess. We had our fun, now I have to get some stuff done. And don’t you give me that pouty face. Go run along now.”

“But I have to go back to Sunnydale in…in four hours.”

“I know but this has to be in to Lilah in the morning, first thing.”

“But--.”

“No.”

Buffy walked away grumbling under her breath.
***

William rolled his eyes at her fifth exaggerated sigh. She was lying on the couch in his office, surrounded by silence. He was having enough trouble concentrating on his writing but Buffy’s moping was making it worse. ‘Think, mate. Ignore the girl. But she will be leaving me soon.’

William continued to struggle, not knowing if he should listen to his head, his heart or the bulge in his pants.
***

Buffy left the room for a few minutes and came back, a book in her hand. She sat up straight on the couch and began to read.

William gave her sideways glance and smiled. “What you reading?”

“Shhh, I’m trying to read here. Just because you have to work, it doesn’t mean that I have to be away from you, now does it?”

William laughed at her snippy tone. ”No.”

“Well good because I’m not leaving.”
***

“Come here.”

“Not listening.” Buffy didn’t look up from her poetry reader.

“Okay, I’ll come to you. I’m done for now, kitten. My work’s all done.”

“So you think I’m just going to drop my homework and entertain you? I don’t think so, Spikey.”

“Love when you call me that. You read. I’ll entertain myself.”

Buffy struggled to read as she felt her body being swung sideways. William situated their bodies so they were at opposite ends of the couch, legs stretched out and entangled. William buried a foot in the crack of the sofa and the other next to Buffy’s side. Her feet pushed against his chest.

“Comfy now, since you disturbed me?”

“Yes, very. Thanks for asking, kitten.”

”Oh, that’s nice,” she said as strong hands kneaded her feet.
***

Buffy and William walked hand in hand until they reached her dorm.

“How about Wednesday?”

“Come again?”

“Wednesday. Me. You. Phone. Around, oh elevenish.”

“Oh, Buffy wants phone sex. That sounds good.”

“Hug me.”

William had to control himself from mauling her in front of her door; he had done enough of that in the car.

“Oh, Buffy! Thank all that’s holy that you are here!”

Buffy hesitated before she let go of William. “Hi Anya, missed you too.”

“I didn’t miss you that much. I want you to make the uncharming man leave my dorm. Now, please. He said he had to see you before he could leave. And now that you’re here, I’m happy. Please make him leave. Now.”

Walking past Anya, Buffy motioned to William to follow her, not sure who the ‘uncharming’ man was. “Riley, what are you doing here?”
***

“Hey, I have heard a lot about you. Buffy talks about her step-dad all the time.”

William glared, “I’m not her step anything, mate. And it’s funny I’ve heard Buffy mention you, ah never.”

Riley seemed oblivious to the bite in William’s words. “I think Buffy’s a great girl. She’s a pro at photography, you know?”

“I know.” William cocked his head to the side and quickly brought it back.

“Ah, um, Mr. Giles, you see I’m an old fashioned guy, and I was wondering if I could court Buffy... I always like to ask permission--.”

“Hey guys, I got the drinks.” Buffy came in, hands full. She sat next to William, causally rested a hand on his leg.

William looked at Riley and felt like growling when he didn’t notice her hand.

“Thank you so much, Buffy. I was just asking Mr. Giles here if I could ask you out on a date.”

Buffy looked wide-eyed from William to Riley. “Oh...this is not going to end well.”
***
 

Chapter 11

“I’m going to rip off that bugger’s head and feed it to him!”

“Whoa there, mister. Take it down a notch, honey.”

“Has he been bothering you?” William asked as he paced. “Why didn’t you tell me about him?”

“William, he’s just an assistant to Jenny, my photo TA.” Buffy watched as William continued to pace, muttering colorful language, and imitating Riley in a high-pitched voice. “Just settle down, I’ll get rid of him.”

Buffy walked towards the door preparing to leave, but a hand spun her around. Before she could react, she was pressed against the wall and William’s tongue plundered her mouth, leaving her breathless.

“This is what kept me awake during the last week…what worried me. You’re mine.” William held back a sob, sinking to his knees, and clutching her legs. “I will not let that country bumpkin or any other wanker take you away. We’ve worked too hard for this, waded through all that angsty, emotional rot. Don’t leave me, Buffy. Don’t leave me.”

Buffy fell to the floor with him, crying too and whispering words of comfort and love. “I’ll never leave you.”
***

“You’re a dumbass,” Anya told Riley as she walked past him. He continued to wait on the couch twiddling his thumbs.
***

“Buffy?”

“I’m here.” Buffy wiggled closer to William as they lay on the floor of her bedroom, his body spooning hers.

“Sorry ‘bout that, Buffy.”

“Don’t be.” Buffy captured his nearest hand and brought it to her heart. “I do belong to you, William. Have for a long time. You’re mine too, you know. You’re such a good man, just suffering from a little heartbreak. Your heart can heal; I want to doctor it myself.” Buffy turned and kissed his cheek. “I love you.”

“My Buffy, what would I do without you?” William sighed and kissed her hair.

’She will shake your heart…so true. Thank you Joyce.’
***

“I’m not happy with you, you know that?” Anya had been making humorous angry faces at Buffy all morning. “He did not leave until midnight. Midnight!”

“Anya I--.”

“Do you know how boring he is? Do you? See this pencil? I was this close to sticking it in my eye! He wouldn’t even be worthy of a night of careless gratification!”

“Sorry, I owe you one.”

“Oh yeah you do. I haven’t even gotten started on the injustice of your boyfriend sleeping over.”

’Boyfriend? Is William my boyfriend? What we are to each other seems much more than a commonly used high school term. Is he my lover? Buffy’s nose wrinkled and that one. We are more than sex. More than really good, mind blowing sex. Hmmm, something to stress about later. Joy.’

“Earth to Buffy!”

“Huh? Oh. What?”

“I was giving you my outlandish demands and you weren’t listening! Well, actually, that’s okay. I will make a list. You may return to your deep thoughts now. I must go to class. Until later.”

“Later.”
***

When Buffy returned to her bedroom, she feasted her eyes on William. He was lying on his back, with a curly bed head and a cell phone to his ear. Buffy loved how he looked tangled up in her pink floral sheets.

’Look at my Big Bad now.’ Buffy sat on the bed with him, wrapping an arm around his bent leg and propping her chin on his knee. ‘We’re so much closer. To what? I have no clue, but it will be good. Worth it.’

“How’s everything on your end?” William’s foot had somehow found its way between her legs, and he wiggled his toes as he asked his question.

“Good, I guess. Anya’s all bad moody. I should probably go to class today, especially since I have to crush Riley’s little heart.”

“Break it good, kitten.”

“Hey, you control those toes! Be nice Spikey. He isn’t that bad. Maybe a little goofy but he was always nice to me.”

“Sure pet, whatever you say, but he’s not the brightest. When do you get out of your classes?”

“Why?” Buffy asked grinning ear-to-ear.

William sat up and pulled her on top of him. “Cause I’m not leaving until late tomorrow. I was a good boy, you see, and I got my homework in on time, so the boss is going to let me play.”

Buffy melted as he placed baby kisses on her ear. She soon felt hands roaming under her shirt. “Maybe I won’t go to class…” Buffy wiggled on his lap and wove her arms around his neck.

“Nope. You’re going to class; I just wanted to give you something to think about as you squash Dudley Do-Right. Up now or you’ll be late for class.”
***

William felt old. Decked out in all black, he was dressed no differently than everyone else. His bleached hair was also trendy. But, he acted older than the college students that surrounded him.

William sat uncomfortably in the UC Sunnydale Student Union, drink in hand. He watched as almost naked women paraded by and as the men looked half asleep. ‘More fun than a zoo it is.’

As William observed the students, his mind went to Buffy. Last night had bothered him. William knew that Buffy wouldn’t cheat on him or lie to him. He knew that in his heart.

’So why did I panic?’ he thought. ‘Why did everything go wonky?’

The week without Buffy had been too much for him. He barely slept and struggled at work.

’What’s wrong with me? She’s just a girl. A girl I’ve known for how long? Barely going on five months.’ William tried to ignore the part of his head that whispered the answers to him.

We complete each other.

I can ask her anything, mid-sentence even, and she knows where I’m coming from.

She makes me happy.

All I do is think about her. My Buffy. So beautiful. So strong. So lovely.

I can’t live without her. I ache for her.

His brain recognized his behavior and thoughts. It was how he felt and how acted before he had asked Joyce to marry him.

William held his head in his hands. ‘I wonder if Sunnyhell has a good jewelry store.’
***

“Hey, pet.”

“Hi!” William accepted Buffy’s quick kiss and embrace. “You have no idea how happy I am, seeing you between classes.”

William grinned, “I have an idea. Pet, you should let go now.”

“Ok.” She grinned, pulling back and taking the seat closest to him. “So what have you been up to? Scaring the college kiddies?”

“I wandered around campus a bit. Actually the college kiddies are scaring me. I forgot how being at a university felt.”

“Did you go in England?”

William noticed her eyes glaze over. “Yeah, and I’ll squash your dreams now. There wasn’t that much tweed.”

Buffy looked down, slightly embarrassed. “Damn, you were totally reading my mind.”

“How many classes do you have left?”

“Two. Photo--dum, dum, dum--and poetry. Um, poetry is a lecture class, over a hundred people easy. You know, I’m sure the professor won’t notice an extra body.” Buffy looked up innocently. “I’d love it if you’d join me.”

William smirked, “I think I’ll just do that.”

“Great! Meet me outside the art building. Do you know where it is?”
***

“Riley, can I talk to you?”

“Sure, give me a minute. We can use the office.”

Buffy took a deep breath, refusing to sit.

Riley also stood with hands in his pockets. “Wait let me. Buffy, you’re the strangest girl I’ve ever met. I think you have the strangest way with words but you have a huge heart. I really like you, Buffy. I think we would be great together. When I’m around you my knees feel weak and all I can think is ‘does she like cheese?’”

“Huh? Cheese?”

“You see, my heart beats uncontrollably and my head just stops working. I want us to work; I want to know if you’ll go out with me tomorrow night.”

“Riley--.” Buffy cut herself off. ‘Maybe a few months ago. Scratch that, definitely a few months ago. I would have jumped on the Riley train. Maybe I’d love him. Maybe. But I haven’t felt any sparks with Riley. No sparkage at all, especially when I compare him with William. Mmmm…William.’ Buffy’s heart sped up just thinking about him, knowing he was on campus. “Riley...” Buffy closed her eyes not knowing where to begin.

“I’ll take that for what it is.”

Buffy opened her eyes as she felt Riley’s lips on hers. “Off! Off!” She wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. “Ew! I was going to be nice but…”
***

“Buffy?” At least William thought Buffy was the blonde who stomped past him, hands balled into fists.

“What! Oh, William.”

He was pulled into a steamy kiss as Buffy grabbed his ass.

“Nice to see you too, sweets,” he croaked, lost in a Buffy-induced haze.

Breathing heavy, Buffy turned from William and stuck her tongue out at Riley, who was watching and clearly stunned. “Let’s go, William.”
***

“Hey, good looking”

“Faith, do not mess with me. Not now.”

“I wasn’t talking to you, sister. I was talking to the stud next to you.”

William almost felt sorry for the girl as she moved her hips suggestively towards him. ‘She’s gonna get it.’

“Faith, William is not just a big hunk of man for you to gnaw on--.”

“I don’t want to gnaw, I want to--.”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll--.” Before Buffy could jump on Faith, William grabbed her arms, holding her back.

“Buffy, luv.”

Breathing heavy, through clenched teeth, Buffy growled at Faith. “William and I are together! You ho!”

“Wow, B. Banging your step-daddy, color me proud.”

“Buffy, let’s go. Come on, please?” William pleaded in her ear, as she struggled in his arms. The girls were attracting quite a crowd and he saw a security guard approaching in the corner of his eye. ‘Can’t let her do something stupid…’

“Come on and get me, B. Bring it on. I can take you.”

“Buffy, you’re better than her. So much better. Let me take you from here. Please?”

Buffy allowed William’s voice to calm her. “I am better than her. I have you, don’t I?
***

“I guess it didn’t go well with Finn, yeah?”

“He kissed me.”

Buffy tensed as she felt the car swerve. “Don’t worry. I hit him. Really hard. Twice.”

“Twice?”

“One in the eye and another in the stomach. I was getting my knee ready but he collapsed before I could get him between the legs.”

“You socked him?” He laughed and kissed her on the top of her head. “You’re amazing, kitten.”

“He’s a big dumb jerk.”

“I don’t have to worry about you, do I?”

“I think I take care of myself pretty well and if you weren’t there, I would’ve beaten the shit out of Miss Lack-o-Attention Span.”

“And you would’ve gotten in trouble.”

“It would’ve been worth it.”

“I’m sure, but try to stay out of jail, pet. What would your mother think if I let you get into the slammer?”

“Well, no one’s going to give me crap because we’re together.”

“I’m glad to hear it, love.”
***

Buffy nuzzled his arm; their bodies were pressed together side-by-side as William drove. She caressed his knee and started to feel better. They had been driving for awhile, enjoying the silence and just listening to the soft sounds of the radio.

“There’s nothing to do here in Sunnyhell. Nowhere to go.”

“Nope. We could go to the mall or well, that’s about it, unless you want more coffee…”

“No, thanks.”

“Okay, actually I was wondering if we could go home?”

“You sure?” William was pleased that she called the house her home. ‘If only I could keep her there. Lock her up and misplace the key…’

“Yeah, I want to go back. You eventually need to change your clothes.”

“Do I smell?”

“No,” Buffy giggled. “You smell good. That was my big, brilliant excuse to go home and have wild pool sex.”

William smirked, “We don’t need an excuse. That can be arranged, princess.”

“Good. Sorry for going all wiggy back there.”

“Forgiven. We’ve both gone a little nuts lately, yeah?”

Buffy kissed his cheek. “Hey, at least we’re entertaining.”

“That we are kitten.”

“William, before we leave Sunnydale, there is one place I think we need to go.”
***

“Hey love. I miss you. How’s everything? I bet you make all the other angels jealous with how gorgeous you make the harp playing and wings look, huh? I’m doing well, as you probably already know. I feel you watching me, keeping an eye on me. I’ve tried to be a good boy but it has been difficult. Can you believe our girl is in college? It’s killing me, empty-nest syndrome and all that rot. Ha. It’s insane. I wouldn’t give up anything though. Love her so much. I know I don’t have to tell you that you’re not being replaced, darling. No, you know you’ll always be in here, in my heart. I just want to make her happy. I want to marry her. Love you, Joyce.”
***

“I’m back.”

Buffy sat next to William on the cement bench, facing Joyce’s grave. She had bought the prettiest bouquet that the florist near the cemetery had to offer. She placed in on the ground and sighed.

“I’ll go so you can talk to her in peace.”

“No.” Buffy tugged on his pants as he tried to leave. “Stay.”

William held Buffy’s hand as she silently stared into the distance, the wind gently blowing her hair.
***

Buffy kissed her palm and laid it on the gravestone. “Thank you, mom. I’ll take good care of him, I promise. Talk to you later.”
***

“We should do something to the backyard.”

“Like what?”

“Trees. Flowers and stuff.”

“We can do that.”

“Oh, and maybe a garden too. A vegetable garden.”

“Okay.”

“And I want to come home more often too. Is that okay? Only on weekends is hell. I miss you too much. I know it will be a pain for you to drive me back and forth but--.”

“I like that idea.”

Buffy smiled. “Can I have a--?”

“Just stop right there. I know that devilish twinkle. I’d do anything for you, kitten; give you anything--within reason.”

“That’s why I love you, William.”

“That’s the only reason, huh?”

“Yup, sorry.”

“Don’t make me pull over and show you another reason why you love me.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Buffy’s hand snaked in between his legs as she bit her lip.

“Buffy.”

“What?” she said, innocently. “You offered.”
***

“I’m going to need your help, since I ditched my poetry lecture.”

William was salivating as she waded towards him in the pool. It had been a long ride home since she had lightly stroked his crotch, not enough to make him wet his pants but enough to drive him crazy.

“What was today’s subject?”

William had swept her up in his arms as soon as they got home. Buffy tickled him as he carried her through the door.

“Oh, um John Clarke.”

It taken some coaxing on William’s part but after a few minutes, Buffy agreed to the skinny-dipping.

“Ooh, he has some brilliant poems.”

Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck. They had decided the shallow end of the pool would be best. The water’s level allowed them both to stand feet flat. Buffy’s nipples were not concealed completely by the water.

“So I’ve heard,” she purred, squishing her body flush against his.

Then the kisses began. Long, tasty kisses involving exploring tongues and lots of moaning.

“Hmmm…William...”

“Lots of love.” Buffy leaned back as William glided south and began worshipping her breasts. “Lots of…” William gasped when he felt a small hand circle his cock. He gulped, “…lust.”

“Tell me,” she whispered, kissing his Adam’s apple and moving down to nibble his chest. ‘I like this. He probably will too.’ Buffy attacked his flat nipples and then continued to move down.

“Buff--Buffy.”

“Hmmm?” She looked up at him mischievously from his belly button.

“Need you now.”

“Now, huh?” Buffy stood up but continued to stroke him between his legs.

“Now.” William grabbed her waist and tried to pick her up, thinking she could wrap her legs around him.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.” Buffy kissed him once more and searched his dilated eyes. “You want to…from behind?”

’She’s going to be the death of me.’ William watched as Buffy faced the edge of the pool. She reached behind her and tugged on his cock twice, her eyes pleading. “Hold on, kitten. Move closer to the wall, so we can get situated.”

William kissed her shoulder and muttered, “Love you more each day.” He pressed his erection into her back. “Always.” She sniffled in response. Not stirring from his position, he blindly wiped away her tears. “Open up for me, sweets.” William guided himself into her heat, gasping at the perfect fit. “You good?” His arms wrapped around her chest and waist, and Buffy nodded in response. “Move with me.”

Buffy continued to cry softly as they leisurely bounced in the water. “William...”

“I loved thee, though I told thee not.”

“Oh God.”

“Right eerily and long.”

“Harder…ah…harder, please.”

“Thou wert my joy in every spot.”

“William--don’t stop.”

“My theme in every song.”

William couldn’t continue, as Buffy squirmed and lost control in front of him. Her nails were drawing blood as she held onto his thighs instead of the pool’s edge. He couldn’t hold back any longer. His hand found her clit and applied enough pressure to make her explode. William came with her, moaning her name. “The bloody neighbors are going to hate us.”
***

“I didn’t want to make you cry, sweetheart. Was it okay?”

They remained in the pool hugging, her face against his chest, as she continued to cry.

“Oh, I loved it. I missed seeing your pretty eyes but I liked it a lot. Couldn’t you tell?” Buffy sniffled and kissed he chest. “You--your words were too much. These are I’m-so-incredibly-happy-I-love-you-so-much-it-chokes-me-in-a-good-way tears.”

“Buffy, I know the feeling. I’m drowning in you.”

Buffy gazed into his eyes, smiling. “Is it weird we compare our love to choking and drowning? We are so strange and morbid.”

William laughed, “Alike and the same, you and me. You’re getting pruney, kitten. Let’s go inside.”
***

“Can I bring some of my stuff in here? I never really got settled in the other room,” Buffy said as she searched through the bags of lacy underwear that she never put away.

“You want to be my roomie?”

“Do you even have to ask, Spikey?” She held up two different nightgowns for him to choose from. “Which?”

“The white one.”

Buffy ripped off the tags and slid the cotton sleeveless gown over her head. “Are you just going to lie there all naked?”

“Probably. Got a problem with that?”

“Nope.”

“Well, come here then.”

She smiled and joined him on the bed. They were lying upside down, resting their feet on the pillows.

William brushed her puffy eyes. “So perfect, so beautiful. I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes you do,” she insisted, pulling him closer. “We could get cold, you know, with no blankets.”

“No.” William wrapped his arms around her tighter, his eyes now closed. “I’ll just have to use you for your body heat. Night, Buffy.”

“Goodnight.”

‘Body heat, bah,” she thought with a snort. “He just likes to snuggle. My Big Bad Snuggle Bunny.’
***
 

Chapter 12

“How about these bushy thingies?”

“Those are nice, pet.”

“Oooh, and they bloom too. Little purple flowers.”

William grinned, seeing Buffy’s excitement at landscaping their backyard. To be honest, he was shocked to see that she was serious about doing the gardening.

“Look, seeds!” Buffy grabbed handfuls of vegetable and wild flower seeds. “What do you think?”

William browsed through the stack. “Rutabagas? Turnips? I haven’t even heard of this one here. Kitten, do you even like these veggies?”

“Nope, but my garden will accept all members of the vegetable community.” Buffy nodded her head to stress her belief.

“You do remember we don’t have a farm, right?”

“Right.”

William rolled his eyes as she squealed, finding matching his and hers straw gardening hats.
***

“Mmmm, gardening is fun.” Buffy leaned back against William as they sat under the shade tree, sipping ice water. They had spent most of the morning bantering about Miracle Grow and plant placements. Buffy was sure that after their little dirt throwing fight, she would definitely need a bath. “I’m glad we can do this stuff.”

“What stuff?”

“You know, domestic-y stuff.”

“Buffy, have you—um, love, do you think about us, ah, futures and whatnot--.”

“Shhh.” Buffy rolled in his embrace to face him. “Of course I do. Spikey, I’m still technically a teenager. I dream about us—about our future together, and I’m happy to report it looks like it will be pretty good.”

“Is that right? How good?”

“Really, really good. White picket fences and everything.”

“Hmmm, I’m not wearing overalls in your vision, am I?”

“What makes you think that?” Buffy couldn’t stop her giggles.

“Ah huh. I’m sure you have prize-winning tomatoes and a regular Charlotte’s Web’s awesome pig, huh?”

“Yup, and lots of little kiddies with a tree house and—oh, one of those tire swings.”

William sobered slightly. “How many kids?”

“Oh, um, did you ever want kids?” She tried not to wrinkle her nose at the thought of her William having children with her mother.

“It’s okay. I knew Joyce didn’t want any but I wouldn’t mind having a few with you.”

Buffy smiled, kissed his chin, and sighed happily. “A few would be super.”
***

“Come on, old man.” Buffy pushed William into the house.

“I’m not old, just…”

“Stiff, sore and tired, all the symptoms of an old fuddy duddy who worked all day.”

“You’re mean.”

“I know.” Buffy shoved him into the recliner. “Oh, I love your pouty face.” She kissed the top of his head. “I’ll make it up to you.” She unlaced and removed his shoes. When his feet and chest were bare, she gave his lips a quick kiss. “Lunch will be ready soon. Here’s the remote.”

William beamed as he watched her walk into the kitchen.
***

“In you go.”

“You’re too kind sweets, taking care of me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Move back. Give me some room.” William slid to the back of the tub giving her enough space to rest against his chest comfortably “Closer. You shouldn’t have made me wait so long.”

“Mmmm…” William wrapped his arms around her so he could cup each breast with the palms of his hands. “Sorry,” he said, squeezing lightly.

“Forgiven.”

“You’re easy, love.” He moved to knead her shoulders; her hair was still tied up in a messy bun.

“Yup. But only with you”

“It sure as hell, better be only with me or I’ll--.”

“Shhh. Only you. There’s no need to go all Big Bad on me. Even if I do think it is all kinds of uber sexy.” She patted his knee under the water.

“Uber sexy?”

“Uber.”

“You’re strange.”

“Well, I’m easy and strange and you’re old. Don’t we make a charming couple?”

“Of course.”

Buffy was pulled into his embrace as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

“You’re the baddest of the bad, William.”

“That’s right, let me show you, kitten. Up you go.”
William lifted her and was ready to nestle himself in her heat.

“Wait.” Buffy sloshed in the water. “I like seeing you. She turned herself in his arms and curled onto his body, leading his erection into her as she pushed her forehead against his. “Ahhh, that’s much better. Hold me tighter please. Oh, and William, if we make a mess I’m making you clean it up. Got me?”

“I got you. I’ll be good.”
***

“Are you really going to leave this time?”

“I have to. I have to work and bring home the bacon.”

“I don’t like bacon.”

“Stop pouting. I’m coming back for you tomorrow night. See, I remembered your demands.”

“Okay, it’s just…this isn’t getting easier, damn it.”

“I know, kitten. It won’t get better.”

“Thank you Mr. Optimism.” She let go of his hand. “Tomorrow, then?”

“Tomorrow.”
***

“You’re back. Joy.”

“What did I do now, Anya?”

“Nothing, it is just that you’ve gotten a lot of messages lately and that annoys me.”

“From who? It isn’t Riley, right?”

“Not Riley. Xander.” Anya walked to the counter and gave Buffy a handful of notes. “It seems a certain someone saw a certain someone kissing a certain someone, in the Art building.”

“God that’s a lot of someones.” Buffy made a face. “Xander knows.” She shuffled through the messages. “Let’s see…We have an Ew with lots of exclamation points and an ick in capital letters. Good thing he wrote them because I can’t read a word of them.”

“You’re in deep trouble,” Anya said matter-of-factly as she grabbed her bag and left the dorm.
***

“Xander?” Buffy walked carefully down the stairs into Xander’s room, which was in his parent’s dank basement. “Xander are you home—Oh. My. God!”

“Buffy!”

“Good God! Is there some sort of curse on me? Thou shall see all of your friends naked!” Buffy turned and hid her eyes. “You didn’t even tell me you were together.”

“Well, I told you he left lots of messages. You should have concluded--.”

“That any guy who stays around you for more than 30 minutes will become your love slave?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say Xander is my love slave. He is more like my--.”

“Anya, honey, shut up. Buffy, why are you here?”

“Why does everyone tell me to shut up--.”

“Shut up Anya. I thought you would want to yell at me because of William.”

“Anya, I think you should go. I’ll call you later.”
***

“How long?”

“Not long. A little before school started—the kissing anyway. Lethal amounts of sexual tension before that.”

“Is that why, when we moved you in, you guys were always disappearing together?”

“Yes. Xander, I--.”

“No, Buffy. Why are you doing this? Why are you with that thing?”

“William’s not a thing!”

“I guess not. He’s your mom’s fiancé.”

“Yeah, he was. But I’m with him now--.”

“Buffy, it’s wrong. Disgusting--.”

“Immoral. Damning. Greedy. Just plain bad. Xander, don’t you think I know these things? William and I talk about it all the time. All we tried to do was resist each other but it didn’t work. It doesn’t work. I’m meant to be with him, Xand.”

“So, you think just because you both acknowledge the wrongness of it all, everything’s peachy keen? I think not. What are you thinking?”

“That I love him and that you’re not my father.”

“No, but someone has to act like--.”

“Xander, I love you but the stubbornly overprotective big brother bit is getting old.”

“Buffy, he was going to marry your mom. Doesn’t that ick you out? Besides he’s double your age--.”

“Xander, I give up. I don’t know what to say. But I did my part already. I hated myself for wanting William. I felt guilty. But I need to be okay with it now. I need to be with him. He completes me, and before you make faces, it’s true, all that bad romance novel stuff. If I don’t have him, I’ll go insane.”

“You don’t need him.”

“Yes I do, and I want him. I love him.”

“Buffy--.”

“Nope, I’m done here, Xand. I love you, you’re my best friend and I don’t want us to end because of William. But I will let it if you can’t accept him.”

“I still don’t know, Buffy.”

“Tell me when you know. See ya, Xander.”
***

“Hey, I’m here to--.”

“Pick up Buffy, I know. Come in. She’s in her room. Tell her I’m mad at her and that Xander hasn’t been in the mood since their little talk and I’m having withdraws... Hey! Hey! I’m talking to you!”

William ignored Anya and knocked on Buffy’s door. When there was no answer he pushed it open. “Hey, cutie.”

“Hey.”

Buffy spoke with her head underneath her pillow. William noticed she was wearing his clothes. A stolen shirt and boxer shorts. ‘Looks better on her anyway,’ he thought. ’“We still on for today and tomorrow, pet?”

Buffy didn’t answer with words instead William heard a collection of moans and grunts.

“Buffy…come out, come out, princess.” William took away her pillow and gently rolled her over. “Hey, there. Nice to see you.”

Buffy made a weak smile and then reached out for him. “William, I…I—Xander hates me! He-he said I was disgusting…that I needed--.” She stopped and sniffed loudly, clasping onto William’s shirt. “He said he doesn’t know if we can be friends if I stay with you.”

“Shhh…”

“That’s all I get? No ‘it’s gonna be ok, pet,’ or ‘I’ll kill that booger?’”

“It’s bugger love.”

“William.”

“What?”

“Give me sweet talk and words of assurance.”

“Okay. It will all be right as rain, pet. Someday the whelp will wake up and think, ‘Gosh golly, maybe they aren’t wrong after all.’”

“William that’s not helping. Do you think we’re moving too fast? I mean yesterday you mentioned the k-word.”

“Huh?”

Buffy rubbed her eyes and whispered. “Kids.”

“Oh, that was just talk love.”

“Just talk?” William rolled his eyes at the sight of more tears. “I think we’re moving at a brilliant pace, kitten. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy. Sod the rest of ‘em.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

Buffy hugged him tightly and spoke into his arm. “Yeah, sod, sod, sod.”
***

“You asleep?”

“I guess not.” Buffy yawned and stretched, looking at the clock.

’Wow. I’ve been asleep for over an hour.’

“Could you sleep?”

“Too much on my mind.”

“Tell me? I’m a good listener.”

“That you are kitten.” He pulled her so she rested on his chest. “I bought you something, love.” He reached into his jacket pocket. “I know we kind of mentioned this earlier but there’s something to make it more official”

‘God. God.’ Buffy felt her heart race. ‘Could it be? Already?’

“Buffy open it, I’m dying here.”

Buffy closed her eyes and peeked as she opened the box. “William…” she gasped at the sight of the silver engraved ring. She burst into tears and held him in a death grip.

“Like it?” William struggled to talk, feeling emotional himself.

“Love it. I love you. Put it on me.”

“Which finger, princess?”

“You choose.”

He picked up her hand and carefully inspected each finger. “And I pick you.” He mumbled as he slipped the ring on her ring finger, kissing it when it was in place. “Consider this a friendly reminder.” He looked into her eyes, not surprised to see more tears. “I intend on making us last. I intend on marrying you, my lovely. I want everyone to know that we are real.” He kissed the shiny silver band. “Just wait with me.”

Buffy looked at their entwined fingers. “I’ll wait.”
***

Buffy woke up early the next morning. It was her favorite time of the day, when the room looked blue and the sheets were cool. She looked down and smiled at seeing William’s head against her stomach. He had pushed up her nightgown sometime during the night, and his cheek rested against her bare skin.

‘Good thing he doesn’t drool.’ Buffy stretched her legs and arms, trying not to disturb William’s naked form. ‘He wants to marry me.’

Buffy hadn’t slept well the night before. Her mind was racing. ‘He wants to marry me.’

She outlined his eyebrows with a finger, lingering at his scar. ‘He’ll be mine. Mine to touch, have, and hold.’

‘Oh, God, he wants to marry me!’
***
 

Chapter 13

“Did I wake you?”

“No.” William nuzzled Buffy’s stomach with his head, brushing his nose against her white underwear. “Where did these come from?” he mumbled, trying to focus his eyes and blinking several times. He kissed her belly button and looked up at her. “Did you sleep well?”

“Okay. I had a lot on my mind.”

“Good a lot or bad a lot?

“Um, definitely good.”

“Mmmm, that’s good, sweetheart. You always smell so…good.” William inhaled deeply and chuckled, his face still pushed against her body. “I dreamed about you pet.”

“Oh, really?”

He rested his weight gently against her chest and kissed her deeply. “Have you been crying more, kitten?”

“Maybe. Just a little. They’re still all happy tears.”

“It’s probably a good thing I don’t let you drag me to many of those chick flicks. I’d just end up with a weepy, soggy Buffy.”

“Hey, I don’t cry at all of them…just a large majority.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“Did you just say cute? I didn’t think the Big Bad knew a word like cute.”

“Sure, tease away, cutie.”

“So what was your dream about?”

“Huh? Mmmm…I can’t remember but you were there and I was there--.”

“What about Toto?”

“Ha, ha, Dorothy. Aren’t we in a fickle mood?”

“Not fickle, just antsy I guess. You’ve been brushing against me and acting so much like a cat I’m waiting for you to purr. I was enjoying my moment until you woke up and got me all horny. And that’s a--”

“Aww, poor baby. I guess I should help you out, huh?” He moved his hips against hers and kissed her chin. “Better?”

“No--.” She gasped, feeling his naked warmth stab her through her clothes.

“Who told you that you could wear these things?” He spoke against her neck, sliding down her underwear.

“William, we—I...”

He noticed the hint of panic in her voice. “Love…” Then he noticed the white cotton string and panty liner. “Oh. Well, that explains some things. Buffy…”

“Sorry, I guess there won’t be any sweet love making for a few days.”

“Buffy…”

“What?”

“I’ll meet you in the bathroom in a few minutes, okay?”
***

“Where’d you go?”

“Out.”

Buffy wrinkled her eyebrows as she sat on the closed toilet lid. “What are you up to?”

“Get naked, please.”

“William, I don’t know about this. Don’t you think it will be icky? Don’t you have to go to work?”

“Just get in the shower, love.”
***

“Cooperate with me pet.”

“No way.”

“Please? It’ll feel nice.”

“Yeah says you. Right now, nothing down there feels nice.”

“Well. Don’t you trust me?”

Buffy glared into his blue eyes as he held the shower wand. “I hate that. Don’t you trust me? That’s always what the sleazy guy says before he wants to boink you in the back of his mom’s mini van.”

“Somehow I think there’s a story attached to this.” He stood up and hung up the shower wand.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what kitten?”

“For being a wreck,” she said, hugging him.

“You changed the subject.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Buffy.”

She sighed deeply. “My first serious boyfriend—Parker—that was the line he used on me. I was sixteen and bought it. All the guys say that in the movies, you know? When they’re trying to be sensitive. Anyway, we went at it in the back of his mom’s mini van and I never talked to him again.”

“Another bad morning after?”

“You remember that? Yeah, Parker left me a little broken.”

“I’ll fix you up.”

“You already have.”

“Buffy, let’s try this.”

“I’m crampy.”

“They’ll go away. The shower will wash away anything nasty and then I picked up a little something if you should encounter, eh, any personal dryness.”

“Personal what—never mind.” Buffy laughed, “If it really means that much to you...okay. But if you get grossed out, I don’t want to hear about it.”

“It’s about time,” William cupped her face and playfully brushed his lips against hers.
***

“So he was all…grrr and I was all…eek!”

William tried to concentrate as Winifred told the story of her adventures at the new bookstore across town.

“Oooh, am I late? Do it again.” Lorne paraded into the room and clapped as he sat next to William.

“You missed a good one, mate. Fred had a near death situation…”

“Oh, Will, it wasn’t that bad.” She brushed off William’s remark with fake modesty. “Besides, I think you have something more exciting to share. You’re glowing.”

“I am?” he asked, looking from Fred to Lorne. “You’re kidding, right?”

Lorne nodded, a grin on his face. “Spill, pretty boy.”

“Well, I think we’re kind of engaged.”

“Think? How could you just think?” Lorne stood up. “Was there a ring? Where? When? Am I invited? Can I plan it? What’s her favorite color? I bet she’d look nice in a pale pink--.”

“Settle, settle. I gave her a ring, but not the ring.”

“’The’ ring? What ring is this?”

“The ring my father gave my mother. It’s kind of like tradition…anyway, I was thinking we should wait until she’s not in school.”

“I will die right here if you mean in four years! Tell me you’re thinking during a break!” Lorne dramatically fanned himself with his hands.

“Breathe, man. We’ll see.”

“That’s real nice, Will. Congratulations.”

“Thanks pet,” William accepted Fred’s quick embrace.
***

“This a funny place to meet for lunch.” William looked at the crowded mall’s food court. “A little loud, don’t you think?”

“I know. I just wondered if you wanted to take a glimpse at the wedding gowns…” Buffy faded off and looked away embarrassed.

“Pet, remember we agreed on--.”

“I know that it wasn’t the official down on one knee proposal and I know you want to wait, but William, the dress could take years to pick out.”

He choked on his Chinese food. “Years?”

“Of course and then there are the shoes, jewelry, guest lists, plates, food—oh my God!”

“What?” William was startled when Buffy threw down her plastic fork.

“What about my hair!”

“What about it? I like your hair the way it is.”

“But you don’t count.”

“I don’t? Last I knew you were marrying me.”

Buffy smiled, “I am marrying you, but I don’t have to impress you anymore.”

“No?”

“Nope, you’re already under my spell. I wear anything and you’d be fine with it, right? I need to impress the guests that’ll be coming to the wedding.”

“You’re a beautiful woman--.”

“See, William?” She patted his hand and continued to beam. “I love you, but you don’t count when it comes to the dress and my hair.”

“But I get a say in the other stuff?”

“Do you want a say?”

“Of course.”

“I’m happy to hear that.”

“Finish up, Buffy and we’ll take a look at those wedding gowns.”
***

“So the real proposal will be spontaneous. You won’t ever know when it’s going to happen. Could be at anytime.”

“Anytime?”

“Anytime. And it’s gonna be good—hell, it’s gonna be great.”

“I know it will be. I like surprises. I like more jewelry.” Buffy touched the necklace William had given her for her birthday and smiled.

“And I like giving you more jewelry, sweets.” He kissed and played with the silver ring on her hand.

“Where did you get it? Um, you don’t mind me asking, do you?”

“No. I got it while I was in Sunnydale. It reminded me of you.”

Buffy’s heart swelled, “Want to do a little wedding planning?”

“Just a little. A lot can change, pet.”

”Okay, we’ll plan just a little.”

“And can we do it during commercials? Passions will be over in a few.”

“Okay, whenever you’re ready.”
***

“No.”

“Please?”

“No. No way.”

“Pretty please William?”

“I have a reputation you know--.”

“You don’t want to be the wind beneath my wings?” Buffy stuck out her lower lip and batted her eyes. “You don’t want to be my hero?”

“Kitten--.”

She sniffled.

“Bloody hell, woman! I’ll be the wing beneath your soddin’ wings! But you owe me. A lot!”

”And I’m supposed to be easy,” she teased. “But oh, William, we’ve got a song.” Sighing dreamily, Buffy fell into his arms.
***

“Do you know what next week is?” Buffy wrapped the towel around William’s shoulders.

“No.”

“It’s Thanksgiving!”

“Now add the Sweet ‘n’ Low.”

“This is just weird. I can’t believe I’m putting sugar substitute in my fiancée’s hair.”

“Gentle, princess. It burns.”

“Oh, sorry.”

The past few months had gone smoothly. Buffy was doing well in her classes and she managed to get William to drive her to and from school on most days of the week. She hardly ever stayed at the dorm, which made Buffy’s life easier because she and Xander were still not talking. Last she heard, Xander was living in the dorm with Anya.

Buffy decided she wouldn’t pay for a dorm the following semester. She mentioned getting a job a few times to help pay for gas money but William had refused, telling her that it would be best to wait until her summer break.

“What’s so special about Thanksgiving?”

“I have extra days off and it’ll be our first real holiday together. There will be turkey and stuffing and nasty cranberry sauce. Oh, and invite Fred and Lorne. I want to finally meet them.”

“Why nasty cranberry sauce and don’t you what us to celebrate alone?”

Buffy didn’t have to look at William to know he was smirking. ‘His voice changes completely when he does those wicked eyebrow movements. Deeper, sexier. I didn’t think his voice could be sexier…’

“Love?”

“Huh? Should I rinse?” She moved his head under the faucet and tenderly ran her fingers through his hair. “Cranberry sauce is gross but it’s important in the cornucopia that is a Thanksgiving Day feast and they would only be around for lunch. Mom and I always did lunch so we could go to the movies afterwards.”

“We can do that.”

“Sometimes I think if I said mom and I used to jump off of cliffs without parachutes, you’d say, ‘we can do that’.”

”I want you to be able to keep up the things you enjoyed with Joyce. Dad has drilled the importance of traditions into my head for as long as I can remember.”

Buffy pulled his head up so she could towel dry it. “You’re so wonderful.”

“I don’t want either of us to forget her.”

“I don’t think that’s possible, but I know what you mean.”
***

 

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