Buffy stared in disbelief as William pushed away from her and calmly started to scrub at the spots on the carpet. She brought her hand up to her utterly abused and tingling lips. Behind her, she could hear Tara giggling softly, and Buffy pulled herself from her dazed state to turn around and go into the back room. She glanced quickly towards Will as she disappeared through the back door, and then turned to look at Tara.

“See, I told you…” Tara said in a singsong voice as she went back to attacking the pizza in front of them. Buffy started to blush brightly, but then nodded mutely.

*******

Buffy was up in her loft, all alone, and without him. She had retreated to the cozy room almost the instant she was in the apartment after Will brought her home. He had watched her bounce quickly up to her room, had been tempted to follow her, but had stopped him self. He could here her music playing softly, and could see the faint flickering of candles on the walls. They had gotten home nearly an hour before, and he felt she had enough time alone. Besides, he had to be to work soon.

Starting up the steps, William trod quietly, his eyes focusing on a flicker of light on the ceiling. He saw her on the bed when the room came into view. Her long tanned legs were kicking at the air as she lay on her belly on her bed. A book sat in front of her, and as she read, her hand played with a twirl of hair. She had changed after work into a pair of boxer shorts and a black crop top. She had a towel on the floor from her exercises, and Will could smell the faint odor of sweat in the air.

“Buffy? Can we talk?” Will asked quietly. Buffy’s head turned to look at him, and she smiled warmly as she sat up and nodded.

“I think it would be a good idea, all things considered.” Buffy watched as he came further into the room. He pulled one of her chairs out, and turned it around to sit backwards on it, resting his arms across the back. Buffy grinned up at him, and waited for him to start.

“I’m sorry about what happened earlier. It shouldn’t have happened, and I promise I won’t do it again, all right? I just don’t any weirdness here, and at the shop.” Will said softly, avoiding her eyes the entire time. Buffy’s heart hitched for a moment as she replayed the words in her mouth, trying to decipher his meaning. As the words played over and over in her head, her face fell. He didn’t want it, she thought. He didn’t want here, like I thought. He probably wants Dru still.

“Oh, oh… um, yeah, don’t worry about it, it’s no big deal. I promise… I won’t hold it against you or anything.” Buffy forced her voice to remain steady as she quietly spoke to him. His head shot up, and after a moment of shock, his face melted with relief. God, she didn’t want it, did she, he thought. Bloody hell, good thing I went with the apology rather then another kiss. She’d be moving out faster then shit, then.

“Yeah, well then, glad that’s done. Want to do movies tomorrow? I don’t work at all, so I can pick up some vid’s and we can order pizza.” It would be Saturday tomorrow, and it was what they had done the week before as well, though Xander had skipped out. “I can talk to Xander in the morning, see if he wants to as well?”

Buffy nodded and plastered a small smile on her face as she looked up at him. “Sounds fine. Comedy? Maybe something scary? Old cheesy scary, too, not new stuff, but like early 80’s stuff.” She had turned back to her book, but the words were starting to blur together as she looked at them. She heard Will get up and listened as he went down the steps. Her eyes tightened for a moment, and when she opened them to look back at the book, she saw two small wet blobs soaking into the thin paper.

Will watched her turn her focus to the book, and got up to leave. Half way down the steps, he stopped for a moment and clenched his jaw as his eyes screwed shut. She was up there alone, again, and he was going to bed, alone, again. Poetic justice, he thought. If she had been Dru, they wouldn’t have made it past the first word without jumping each other, morals be damned. It’s probably why he had the damn things now. No one likes to be stung twice. What was that old song, Once Bitten, Twice Shy? How right those words were, he thought.

Buffy quickly dialed the number from the crumpled paper on her hands. One ring, and then two, Buffy was tapping her foot quickly as she waited for the phone to be picked up. She had gotten the number from Xander after talking with Will the night before. She had also extracted a promise from him to be home and in the living room that night. He had agreed on fear of her beating him up.

“Hello?” Finally, Buffy thought.

“Hi... um, is Willow home?” She asked quickly to the unfamiliar voice that had answered the phone.

“No, she’s over at Oz’s studying. Can I give her a message?” The soft feminine voice asked her.

“Yes, please. This is Buffy; can you tell her to call me? Here’s my number…” She rattled off the number to Xander’s cell phone, and then hung the phone up. Damn, she had really needed her best friend right now, too. Buffy had lost contact with Willow in the last few months, with not being able to call each other at all, but right now, Buffy needed advice badly. She had ended up crying herself to sleep the night before after Will had left for work.

She just didn’t know how her feelings could have been so misguided with him. More then once in the past two weeks, she had gotten the feeling that he liked her as more then a roomie or a friend, too, but as soon as they acted on it, he freaked and said no. Buffy sighed and pulled herself from her bed to get ready for work. She had to be in at the diner until 4, and then she was done for the day, and had all day Sunday off, as well.

Buffy pulled her still-blonde hair into a tight bun, and put the required hair net over it. She hated doing that, but hell, she hated the job, too. After pulling on her freshly laundered uniform, Buffy headed quickly down the stairs, and nearly ran into Will as he left his room. He looked like he had just woken up, and looked damn adorable. His chest was bare, his blonde locks tousled from sleep, and just a pair of red kissy face boxers. Whoa, kissy face? She thought with a slight giggle, despite her depression over him.

“Uh, Will? Those are cute and all, but um, shouldn’t you be a bit more… say, dressed?” He looked up towards her, and blinked the sleep from his eyes before glancing down. She vaguely heard the curse, Bloody hell, before he disappeared into the bathroom. Buffy shrugged, and headed out the front door, locking it behind her. Will came out of the bathroom, a robe on now, and looked for her, only to realize she was gone. Damnit, he thought.

Chapter 9

Buffy unlocked the door and walked in, kicking it shut with her foot after she entered. In her hands, she held a stack of mail that she was quickly flipping through. Her name caught her eye, and she pulled that one out, before walking to the kitchen table, and depositing the rest for Xander and Will to look through. On the corkboard hanging on the wall, a message for her caught her eye.

Pulling the message down, she shoved it into her pocket, and made her way upstairs for fresh clothes. The cloying scent of grease was clogging her pores and taste buds. She got out a pair of well-worn jeans that hugged her curves nicely, and a black sweater. Both were nice and comfortable, so she wouldn’t have to worry about wanting to change into pajamas during the movies later that night. She glanced at her side clock, and thought it was more then time to wake Will up.

Grinning at her evil thoughts, Buffy went into the kitchen first, and grabbed a few ice cubes. She moved quickly to Will’s bedroom, and listened for movement first. After ascertaining that there was none, she slowly opened the door and peeped in. He was laying on the bed sound asleep with a sheet coming up to his waist. Taking only a moment to pause and take his form in appreciatively, Buffy moved silently towards him.

A slight giggle threatened to escape, so she slammed her free hand over her mouth, then held the ice over his body, and tightened her grip. As her body heat melted the ice, she could feel her hand filling with icy liquid. Another moment, and she relaxed her fist, letting the cool water drop against his warm skin. Will grumbled in his sleep, and burrowed his head under the pillow, and then stopped moving again.

Her sides began to twinge with her unreleased giggles, and she quickly dropped one of the two cubes on his neck. He jerked at that, and as he did, she lifted the sheet and tossed the second one down towards his legs. Buffy quickly turned towards the door, and had just made it to it when she heard his loud growl, and subsequent yelp.

“What the bloody hell!” She darted out the door, and stopped for a brief moment to look back towards him. Oh, my god, he’s… oh, lord, turn around, Buffy thought as she forced herself to turn around, and dash into the bathroom. She leaned back against the door, breathing hard as her mind kept slipping back to Will’s naked form.

A scant moment later, he was pounding on the door. “Open the damn door, Buffy, you have paybacks coming!”

“No way, not now, not ever!” Buffy found herself giggling as she stood in the bathroom. She had the door locked, but she wouldn’t be able to stay in there forever. “Besides, it was more then time to wake up! You promised pizza and movies, and I saw neither!”

“Buffy! Lemme in!” He pounded again, before it abruptly stopped, and she started breathing easier when she heard him walk away. Buffy glanced down at her clothes, and groaned, remembering that she had left her clean clothes upstairs in her hurry to wake Will up. Sighing, Buffy glanced around the room for her robe, and didn’t see that, either. She saw Will’s hanging up on the back of the door, and that was all, except for some towels. Just as she stepped to the shower to turn it on, she heard the knob rattling again.

Before she had a chance to prop her body against it again, Will had it unlocked, and came charging through, his hand bulging with ice. “Payback time, Summers!” She squealed and tried to scurry around him, but his arms circled around her waist, and dragged her close to his body. As she struggled to get away, he managed to get a few cubes down the back of her uniform, which caused a loud squeal to emit from her.

As she squirmed, he started to tickle. She managed to wiggle her body down his, until she was nearly out of his arms and on the floor. Unfortunately, he followed, and soon, they were rolling around the floor of the bathroom, his fingers arching and bending against her skin, and her body responding likewise. As suddenly as the attack started, they both stopped, he with his upper body leaning over her, and her looking up at him from the floor.

Without thought to the action, his head dipped down, and he claimed her mouth with his own. It was soft and teasing, unlike their previous kiss. His tongue swept out to dance across her lips, but as she opened her mouth to give it access, he pulled it back, and started to gently suck and nibble on her lower lip. Gasping in surprise and delight, Buffy’s eyes closed and her head slanted back ever so slightly. Her fingers found the short curls at the nape of his neck, and wound through them to pull his head as close as she could get it.

Feeling exploded in Will’s body as he savored her skin. Strawberries, he thought, she tastes like strawberries in the summer. He maneuvered his body over hers, and felt her legs part to embrace him against her body. Her legs didn’t open that wide, due to the uniform she was wearing, but it was enough contact to send his previously dizzy emotions reeling.

Will’s tongue moved back over her lower lip, soothing the plump flesh. Finally, though, his tongue dipped into her searing mouth, and tasted her fully. Under him, as he tasted her, she wiggled her bottom around until her legs were liberated of the bottom of the dress. She wrapped the legs around his waist completely then, and locked her ankles to hold him where he was.

Moaning her name out, he pulled back just enough to look down into her face. Her eyes were ablaze with passion, just as he knew his own were. She nodded to his unasked question, and his mouth was back on hers, harder and more passionately this time. His lower body began to rub against her gently, massaging her thighs with his rough hastily thrown on jeans.

“Wow, and I thought walking in on my parents would be scarring!” Xander’s voice penetrated the fog of her mind, and Buffy pulled back her head as Will sat up off her. Before he moved completely, he helped her tug her uniform back down. She was beet red as her eyes avoided Xander’s as she scooted to a standing position. She heard a feminine giggle behind her, and turned. To her acute mortification, Willow was standing behind Xander now.

“Buffy, I must say, this is a side I haven’t seen since- well, ever. Cute panties, where’d you get em?” Willow was grinning ear to ear as Buffy sat there, horrified. Will stood up, and shooed Xander and Willow out the door before casting a glance back at Buffy.

“Hey, you alright?” She looked up, still as red as a tomato, and nodded. “Right then. You gonna shower, or what?”

“I need to take a shower. Oh, can you do me a favor?” Buffy asked softly.

“Sure pet, what is it?”

“In my hurry to attack you with the ice, I left my clean clothes upstairs. Can you grab them off my bed? It’s the jeans and black pullover.”

“Right, then. I’ll be back down in a moment.” He winked and disappeared out the door. Buffy sat quietly for a moment, and let her mind drift back to the bliss she felt a few moments before utter and total humiliation set in. She heard Xander introducing Willow to Will, and a minute later, he was knocking on the door, and passing her clothes to her.

“I’ll be out in a few, alright?”

“Take your time, love. When you get out, we can go pick out some video’s, if you want?” She nodded, and he smiled before closing the door.

Buffy smiled the entire time she was in the shower.

Authors Note: First, I want to thank all of you for the wonderful reviews that I have gotten in the last few days. It really helps my writing to know that so many people love this story as much as I do.

Next, one review mentioned Will/Spike being a vampire, but I assure you he is not. He is just as human as Buffy. He does go out mostly at night, but he works a 3rd shift job. He has been seen during the day, however (Chapters 5-6 in which he and Buffy go shopping during the day)

Anyway, I hope that clears up any confusion on the matter! Keep reading, more spuffiness to come!

Chapter 10

Will came out and grinned at Xander briefly, before sliding into his room. He stalked around the room, willing his body to stop thinking about how Buffy felt under him, her legs cradling him to her. Groaning, he flopped down face first on the bed, and buried his head under a pillow while growling loudly. Will say back up, tossed the pillow to the side, and went to his closet.

Flipping through the clothes, he finally came to a black silk shirt, and he tossed it to the bed, where it flittered down softly. Next, he grabbed out a sapphire long sleeve shirt, a nice tight one. Drusilla had once said it made the girls melt to see him in blue. Grinning at that piece of advice, he pulled the sapphire shirt over his muscular frame, and tugged the silk on over it, leaving it unbuttoned to hang down around his lean waist.

Will looked in the mirror and ran his hands through his sleep-tousled hair, and smiled. Grabbing the hair gel, he put a dab on his palm, and raked his hand back through the hair, causing it to spike upward slightly. Grinning at his reflection, he left the room, grabbing his wallet off his dresser, and stuffing it in his pocket. He came out to find Willow and Xander talking at the kitchen table. He waved quickly, and sat down at the computer.

Flipping it on, he waited for it to start up, then entered in his password. He had split it into separate log in’s, so that everyone could have their own backgrounds and colors, and save their own things. After entering in his stuff, he hit the internet icon, and waited while it connected. As soon as it was connected, he looked up his email, but there was nothing there. Scowling at the empty box, he went through a few of his favorite sites, and thumped his hands against his legs in nervous energy.

Finally, he heard the shower turn off, and he stood up, getting ready to leave. He shut the computer back down after the page he wanted finished loading. Damn, no new Fanfics to read. Bloody hell, he thought. He glanced back at the door to the bathroom, and heard a hair dryer going. He started to pace around the living room like a caged animal.

Five minutes later, he heard the dryer shut off, and walked towards the door to the bathroom with a smile on his face. He heard drawers opening and shutting as he stood there. Grumbling, he went back to pacing.

It was another 10 minutes before she emerged from the bathroom, her hair dried into straight chunky sections down her shoulders. Her makeup was light, and he smelled a light scent of vanilla. Smiling, he walked over to her.

“You finally ready, ducks?” He winked at her and she smiled shyly up at him.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” She walked to the kitchen, and over to Willow. Leaning down, she gave Willow a hug, and kissed her forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home for the weekend? We’re headed to grab movies, wanna come?”

Willow smiled up at Buffy and stood up with a nod. “Yeah, I can come with. I didn’t tell you, cause you weren’t home when I called.” Buffy laughed and nodded, then looked towards Xander.

“You coming, pig?” Her eyes were twinkling as she looked towards him, his mouth half open with food.

“Muhm hum,” was his reply. She blinked and he made a show of swallowing the food, then said, “Uh huh.”

Buffy chuckled, and walked towards the door, and left the apartment, followed by Will, Xander, and lastly, Willow.

***

At the video store, they split into two’s, Will and Buffy, Xander and Willow. Will was ribbing Buffy over her choice of The Breakfast Club, while she was rolling her eyes at his insistence that Death Faces 5 was a classic horror flick. She just shook her head, put it back on the shelf, and walked towards the back. Will chuckled as she walked away from him, and picked the movie back up. He started towards her again, a huge pleased grin on his face.

As he caught up to Buffy, he surprised her by wrapping his arms around her waist, and tugging her back against his chest. “What are you going to find in the classical romance section, ducks?” Will whispered in her ear, letting his breath brush gently against her ear. He smiled in delight when he felt a small shiver go through her body.

“Will!” She turned around, though he didn’t let go, so she was pulled closer to him until their chests met. Giggling, she started to blush as Will dipped down and brushed his nose against hers.

“So, you two gonna suck face, or pick something to watch tonight?” Willow said from somewhere behind Will. Buffy pulled her face away and peered over Will’s shoulder.

“I already picked up The Breakfast Club. What did you guys find?” Buffy said as she disentangled herself from Will’s arms. She noticed the fleeting look of disappointment that crossed over his features when she moved, but he quickly composed himself.

“Xander wants to rent Death Star 5, but I used my vetoing power to go against that one.” Willow beamed as she stood there beside a scowling Xander. “I made him pick a comedy, so we ended up with Love Stinks. It looks funny, it has one of the guys from 3rd Rock from the Sun in it.”

Will stepped back and showed Xander his choice, only to earn a high five. “He gets to pick that, and I have to settle for a romantic comedy?!?!? What’s up with that?”

“Hey, I put that back! All right, if she gets to veto, so do I! VETO!” Buffy snatched the video from his triumphant hand, and set it back on the shelf, again.

“Buffy! Awww, come on! We can watch it later, after your chick flicks!” Both Xander and Will were whining then, and Buffy glanced at Willow, who got a wicked gleam in her eye before nodding towards Buffy.

“All right, you guys can have it. On one condition. You have to watch any movie we want to watch, first.” Xander went pale, and backed off, but Will just nodded happily, and snatched the video back up from the shelf.

“You birds have a deal.”

Xander shook his head as he walked up to the front of the shop. “Man, you have no idea what you just asked for…” Xander said, his voice trailing off as he walked away, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Xander? What do you mean, man? Xan? Hey, mate? Xander?” Will’s voice trailed off as he trotted after Xander.

The girls exchanged a look, and started picking up more videos. The deal for the night was seven videos for seven nights, for seven dollars. They quickly picked out the remaining 4 videos, and walked to the front. Setting the display of romantic comedy down on the counter, they smiled innocently towards the guys.

“There, some nice video’s to keep us occupied all nice long.”

The ride home was uneventful, and as soon as they were in the door, Will ordered 3 pizza’s to be delivered, complete with cheese bread, and soda. By the time he was done, the girls had each claimed their spots, leaving the floor for the guys. Willow was kicked back in his chair, and Buffy had sprawled out over the sofa. With a gleam in his eye, he went over, picked her legs up, and slid under them, leaving a hand to rest gently on her calf.

Buffy looked down towards him with a flutter in her belly. Buffy smiled at him, and turned to watch the video Xander had put in first. They settled in comfortably to watch the video and wait for the pizza. As Buffy sat still, Will’s hand would occasionally rub her leg gently, causing ripples of pleasure to course through her body. They were still sitting that way when the pizza guy came with the food. The three roommates all just looked at each other, wondering who would get up first, when Willow sighed in mock exasperation, and went to let him in, and pay for the food.

Chapter 11

Two pizzas and a lot of soda later, Buffy got up to use the bathroom. Her nerves were going haywire, with Will just sitting down there, barely touching her skin with the lightest of touches. She shut the door behind her, and stared into the mirror. Her skin was flushed, as she knew it would be. Reaching into her makeup drawer, Buffy pulled out some powder, and quickly brushed it over her skin. Next, she put on some more deodorant, just to be safe, and then sprayed her self with Vanilla Bean body spray. Taking another minute to breath, she flushed the toilet, and left the room.

While she was in the bathroom, Will had slipped down to a laying position on the couch, and he smiled up at her in his natural cocky look. He slid over enough that she could squeeze onto the edge with his arm under her. Buffy tugged at her lip for a moment, then just overcame her nervousness, and slid onto the couch. Will’s arms immediately surrounded her waist possessively.

Buffy stiffened for a brief moment, then relaxed against him. She felt his nose nuzzling against her hair, and could feel his warm breath against her skin. As the second movie of the night played on, Buffy let her eyes drift shut, so she could imagine what it would feel like to sleep with his arms snuggly tightened around her, as they were now. To feel his warm soothing breath against her ear like this, and to feel his body as he wiggled and moved behind her.

Will watched the movie for a moment, and then let his eyes shut as his hand rubbed warming circles on her belly. She felt like heaven in his arms, just as he knew she would. She was vanilla and warm cookies, sweet strawberries, and tart cherries all in one. And God help him, he wanted her like he had never wanted another person before. He wanted her to be his.

The movie ended all to soon, and Buffy found herself not wanting to budge at all, but she did sit up, and then forced her legs to stand. Willow was half asleep in the chair, and Xander was looking tired as well, on the floor in front of the chair. She walked over and flipped the TV off, and glanced back at the sleepy crew.

“Willow, you planning on going to your parents, or what?” Buffy asked softly as she looked on the sleepy girl.

Yawning, Willow sat up and glanced at the clock. It was already after midnight, and she was tired. “I didn’t tell my parents I would be in town, and I’m kinda not wanting to drive home. Don’t suppose you guys would let me crash here, would ya?”

Chuckling, Buffy nodded. “You can take my bed, I’ll sleep down here.” She started walking up the stairs, Willow right behind her, when Will spoke up.

“Buffy, I can take the couch, Willow, you can use my bed, it’s clean, I promise. Besides, Buffy, you have to work tomorrow, and I don’t. Wouldn’t want your muscles all achy.

Buffy glanced at Willow, who just shrugged sleepily, and nodded. “Ok, then, come on, I got jammies for you.” The two girls disappeared up the steps, leaving Xander and Will downstairs.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Buffy?” Xander’s voice was quiet as he spoke, so as not to let the girls over hear.

“I don’t really know yet, whelp. I really don’t know yet.” Xander stood up and stretched before looking towards the blond, and nodding curtly.

“You hurt her, and…” He left the rest unsaid.

“I know, Xander. I can promise you, I’d never intentionally do anything to hurt her.” Xander studied the young man in front of him for another moment, then nodded again, and left the room. William went into his room, and cleared off the bed for Willow, before grabbing a pair of thick black cotton boxers and a black tee shirt from his drawers. As he came out, Willow was walking down the stairs, clad in a pair of Buffy’s flannel pajama bottoms and a tank top.

She passed Will and winked with an embarrassed laugh. “Buffy wanted to know if you guys could talk for a bit before you go to bed. She’s upstairs waiting for you.”

Willow disappeared into the bathroom, and shut the door with a soft click as Will watched her. He turned his head towards the loft, and stared up at the canvas wall she had created. Tossing the boxer shorts and a blanket onto the couch, he took a deep breath and calmed his nerves. After another moment, he started up the steps, and paused just before the top. It’s now or never, he thought as he took in a deep breath, and crossed the threshold into her room.

She was lying on the bed, clad in a blue camisole top and matching baggy drawstring pants with small fish printed on them. Her hair was pulled back into a sloppy ponytail at the nape of her neck. When she heard him, Buffy looked up and smiled shyly to him.

“Hey,” she said tenderly when he lingered near the stairs still. “I thought maybe we should talk, because… well, I just thought it would be best if we cleared up this thing.” Buffy was nervously twisting her hands together in her lap as she talked in her gentle voice.

He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and watched her as he leaned his trim frame against the wall. “Yeah, I s’pose that’s a good idea, pet.” Will kept his eyes trained on her as she stood up from the bed to walk over to him. She was so tiny, he thought, barely comes up to my chin. All that feistiness and passion in one small body. Without realizing it, he had begun to grin at his thoughts, and at this girl standing before him.

Once she reached him, Buffy looked up, a twinkle in her eye as she regarded the grin on his face. “So? What is this thing?” She was hesitant to give it a label. Buffy knew all to well that he wasn’t ready for a relationship with her yet, if their conversation the other night was any indication.

“Well, ducks, I guess it depends on you.” His heart felt like it was going to burst through his chest it was beating so hard. He took in a slow deep breath in an attempt to calm the racing organ, but it was doing little good. Will felt the sweat pooling on his forehead as he waited on her.

“M- me?” She stuttered out quickly as her eyes opened wide. “What do you mean, on me? You mean I have to decide?” She knew she was rambling, as her nervous habit of pacing and rambling took over. Her hands were tossing in the air as she paced around in front of him, quietly going onto a litany of sentences, all of which were aimed at her self. “He expects me to tell him where he stands with me? What like I’m supposed to figure it all out? I mean, sure, I know how I feel, but-”

Will reached out and quickly put a stop to the pacing. Her eyes shot up to his as she recalled that he was in the room. Hot blood rushed to her cheeks as she replayed her ‘thoughts’ in her head. “Oh, god, I was talking out loud, wasn’t I?” At his nod, she ducked her head, only to have his finger pull her chin back up until she was looking in his eyes.

“Buffy, would you like to go out with me tomorrow night, after work? Dinner and movie, and all that rot?” Will kept his voice low as he stared into her eyes, losing himself in the depths he found there. Slowly, the blush abated, and she was left with a shy smile on her lips.

“I think I would like that, Will.” He smiled then, a relieved smile, and bent down to kiss her tenderly on the forehead.

“Right then. Off to bed with you, you need to get some sleep before work.” Will said as he stepped back away from her, and without another word, slipped quickly down the steps, his steps light and bouncy. Will grabbed up his boxers and disappeared into the bathroom. From the top of the stairs, Buffy watched in bewilderment that he had left her.

**TBC**

Chapter 12

Buffy looked at the reflection in her mirror and suppressed a groan. She had 30 minutes to get showered, changed, and have her hair and makeup done perfectly. She had gotten caught in a brief but powerful rainstorm while waiting for the bus, so her soft blond hair became a stringy wet disaster. Black raccoon rings dripped around here eyes from wearing the wrong choice in mascara.

By the time she stripped down to step into the shower, she was shivering with chills. Buffy quickly cleaned up, and hopped back out of the shower in a matter of moments. Twisting and turning her body at impossible angles, she managed to slide her legs into a jean skirt, while at the same time putting on her deodorant. She twisted into a long sleeve blouse, and pulled on a pair of boots, and stood up to inspect the overall package. The hair dryer on high, she furiously brushed her hair into soft waves, before applying a thin coat of gloss and mascara.

Standing back just a bit, she against studied herself in the mirror, and was pleased with the reflection this time. With a quick spritz of vanilla, she was out the door and into the living room to wait. She glanced at the clock and saw that she still had nearly ten minutes of time left yet. She smirked proudly as she sat down on the sofa to wait for Will. He was coming straight from the shop, so he should be there soon.

*

Sweet Jesus, I convince her to go on a date with me, and I’m going to wind up being late, Will thought with a curse. He stood on the side of the road looking at the smoking engine, and felt the desire to hurt something. Will looked at the cars rushing past him, and roughly kicked the tire of his misbehaving car. Running a hand through his hair, he leaned back against the car, and crossed his arms, all while hoping that someone would have pity on him, and stop.

*

Buffy glanced at the clock again, and finally gave in to her urges to check on him. Dialing quickly, she called the shop, but got no answer. That means that he’s already locked up, so maybe he’s on his way home now, she thought. She went back to pacing, and occasionally glancing outside. Finally, she went in to Xander’s room, and shook him awake. He had been sleeping since that afternoon, so she didn’t feel the least bit bad in waking him.

“Xander! Wake up!” She heard a muffled groan as his head slid under a pillow. “Xander, Anya’s here, and she’s NAKED!” Xander sat up so quickly that he knocked Buffy back off the bed.

“Where? What-?” His sleep filled eyes landed on the slightly miffed form of Buffy on his floor, and his watchful eyes turned into a glower. “Buffy, that isn’t nice, you know!”

“I know, but Xander, I’m worried! Will was supposed to close up the shop at 8, and be here to pick me up by 8:30. It’s almost 9, and I haven’t heard a thing from him.”

“And this is my problem because...?”

“Xander! Help me find him! What if something horrible happened? He could be lying somewhere… in a ditch! I didn’t ever think ditches could be bad, but mom said they were, and look, it could have claimed a new victim!” As she rambled, Buffy paced back and forth in Xander’s room, not even watching him now, but rather staring at a distinct spot off in space.

Xander groaned and flopped back on the bed before burying his head under the pillow again.

*

“Thanks for stopping, mate. I was beginning to think I’d be stuck out there all night waiting for a ride. Buffy’s gonna kill me when I walk in.” Will glanced out the window to where to tow truck was hooking his car up, and then glanced back at the guy who had stopped to pick him up. His name was Aaron, and he had a cell on him, and had called a tow truck.

“Buffy?” Aaron asked absent-mindedly. “Oh, yeah, the girl you’re rushing off to. Here, give her a call, and let her know you’re on your way.” Riley handed him the cell phone again, and Will threw him a grateful smile. He quickly dialed the home number, and waited while it started to ring. A breathless Buffy answered a moment later, as though she had run to the phone.

“Will? Hello?” He chuckled as a smile widened across his features. “Yeah, Buffy, this is Will. Had a spot of car troubles, but I’m almost home now. I’ll be up in about ten?”

“Oh, I’m so glad you called. I was getting worried. I’ll see you when you get here. Bye!” He said his own good byes, and quickly hung up, then handed the phone back to Aaron. Before long, they were pulling up in front of the house, and he could see Buffy’s face at the window, anxiously watching for him. As soon as she saw him getting out of the guy’s truck, her anxious expression turned into a beautiful smile, all for him. Aaron glanced up to where Will was looking, and smiled himself. He quickly said his good byes, and headed to his own house, where his wife was waiting for him.

Will disappeared into the apartment complex, and took the stairs leading up two at a time. When he reached the top, she was standing there with the door open. He reached her, and his arms slipped around her waist before pulling her close. “Sorry I’m late, beautiful.” He whispered against her temple as he held her close.

“Just make sure it doesn’t happen again,” was all Buffy said back as she let him hold her close.

**AN: It’s a bit shorter then I normally would have wrote, but I’m leaving for thanksgiving, and I promised a chapter before I left. Here it is.

**TBC**

Chapter 13:

AN: Sorry it’s taken so long, please, stop trying to shoot me! I tried and tried to write the actual date, but it would NOT come to me, and I’ve been trying since Thanksgiving! So, I decided to put in bits from their date, while Buffy tells Willow about it.

Buffy lay on her back, her fingers twirling around the phone cord as she laughed into the purple phone she had for her room. Her long blonde hair was spread all around her, and her feet were bouncing back and forth to the soft music she played on her stereo. Willow was on the phone, demanding details from her, while Buffy tried to paint the nails on her toes, before finally giving up, because she was too giddy.

“So, you guys ate, and? Do I really have to keep begging for the ‘sip here, Buff?”

“We just… talked, that’s all, Wills. It was nice, though, relaxing and easy going. Oh, he is so nice, though, Willow. I think I could fall in love with him so easily! He held out the chair, too, did I tell you that already? He was just so chivalrous. He held the door open when we left the apartment, and opened the cab door for me.”

“So… major sparkage? Come on, dish, girl. Was there smoochies?”

Buffy blushed and looked over towards the stairs, out of habit. She didn’t see anyone, though, so she let go of the breath she had been holding, and a huge grin lit up her face. “Oh yeah, total sparks, and some very nice smoochies at the end of the night. And maybe one or two while we were in the theater.”

“You slut! Oh, my god! Buffy, that’s awesome!” Willow said loudly, before she squealed with laughter. “So, what’s going to happen? You did NOT sleep with him… did you?”

“Willow! No! I did NOT sleep with him… he was a perfect… well, almost perfect, gentleman. We talked for a while on the couch, and he told me quiet honestly, that he wasn’t sure we should take it any farther just yet. He said he wanted it to be perfect for both of us. God Wills I can’t believe what all we talked about last night. I felt so comfortable with him. I even told him about Parker.”

Parker had been a mistake Buffy had made in high school, one that she refused to make again. It was part of why she almost never dated anymore. Willow and Xander had both been on her case about the dating part, though neither ever mentioned Parker outright anymore. It just made Buffy more adamant against dating, and more upset with them, in the mean time.

“Oh?” Willow’s voice was bordering on disinterested, but Buffy knew she was dying to ask the gory details. “Um… so, what else did you talk about?”

“Oh, just ask it, I know you want to.” Buffy said smugly into the receiver.

“What exactly did you tell him about Parker? I mean, come on, it’s not exactly date material.”

“I told him the truth, all of it. From the first time he said he loved me, until the moment he ditched me at Prom.” Buffy took in a deep breath, and forced the rage boiling in her stomach to die down. She could barely even think of the events of prom night without going a bit loopy. Parker had been her crush from the first time she had seen him, in the 10th grade, up until he had asked her out, in the 12th grade. Buffy had been on cloud 9 for a full week, drifting happily from class to class, not worrying about anything.

Prom came only a few weeks after their first date, and though Parker had just broken up with his long time girlfriend, he was eager to take Buffy in Jessica’s place. Jessica was a very popular girl, and not to happy about the turn face Parker had done. She had dumped him, but in an ironic twist of fate, she herself ended up dateless for Prom, and had thought Parker would just come back, and take her anyway.

Buffy had been ecstatic when Parker turned Jessica down, but she couldn’t understand some of the smug looks Jessica and friends were giving her on prom night. After dancing and some mild drinking, Parker had taken Buffy upstairs, and proceeded to deflower his date. He wasn’t rough about it, but neither was he gentle or loving. Afterwards, Buffy had been confused, and just felt that she should be held. Parker just laughed at her, put his tux back on, and took the key off the dresser.

His parting comment had been, “It was fun. We should get together again when I’m back for Christmas break.” The final blow, however, had been when she ventured down the stairs quickly, her dress back in place, though her hair was mussed. As she came down the grand staircase, Buffy had seen Parker and Jessica against a wall, Parker’s mouth all over Jessica’s neck. She had run from the hotel in tears that night, and had walked the long distance back to her home. By the time she had made it home, her tears were dried up, and all she felt was anger.

It had been weeks later, in the middle of planning her freshmen year of collage, when she found out she was pregnant. Fortunately for her, she had miscarried the child. At the time, she saw it as a relief, but every now and again, when she started thinking of it, Buffy wondered what the child would have been like, had she had the child.

“Even…?” Willow’s voice probed, breaking into her thoughts.

“Ok, so not everything. I stopped after the prom incident. No need to tell him the rest of it, I figure.” Buffy said softly, shaking thoughts of the unborn child away. She let her mind drift back to Will, and her serious expression turned back into a slow smile. “Anyway, tomorrow we work together, and he asked if we could go to dinner together afterwards. I like him, Wills, I really do.”

“Well, it’s about time! You’ve moped around long enough. Oh, hey, do you mind if I stop by to see you at the shop tomorrow? I have to pick some things up at home, and while I was in town, I thought I would do some shopping. I wanted to pick up some candles, and figured that’s a good place to look.” Willow was a collector of odd candles, and had been collecting them for almost a year now. Just about every surface in her dorm was covered with them, not to mention the many boxes stored back at home, in her parents place.

“Oh, you’re going to be in town? For how long? Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Buffy rapidly asked her friend.

“Question much? Mom called, and said she has some paperwork that I need to fill out for insurance, or something, and wanted me to do it as soon as I could. I have a free day tomorrow, so figured I’d come see you guys. So, I can stop by the shop?”

“Yeah, no biggie. I’ll be there after 5 ok? I should let you go, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Ok, night Buffy.”

“Night Willow.”

tbc...

Chapter 14

Buffy sat down with her bowl of cinnamon toast crunch, and looked out the window. It was raining, again. Had been for days, actually. She knew that eventually, the weather would cause her to snap into bitchy Buffy mode, but for now, she could be content in knowing that she had the morning off, and wouldn’t have to venture into work until much later.

Will was due from work soon, and she already had his bowl of cereal and his coffee set out and waiting. All it needed was the cream for the coffee and the milk for the cereal. A wisp of hair fell into Buffy’s face, and she groggily pushed it back, and tucked it behind her ear. Buffy wondered for the fifth time that morning, just why she was getting up so early for breakfast.

As she wondered, she saw Will pull up in his newly fixed car, and she knew the reason why. He pushed the rain off his bleached hair, and pulled the leather coat tighter around him. As he came towards the stairs, he looked up, and his eyes met hers through the window. With a smile and a wave, he disappeared from her eye site range. As he disappeared, she stood up, and poured milk into his bowl, and got his flavored cream from the fridge. She was just pulling her robe tight and sitting back down when he unlocked the door and came in.

“Morning, Will. Made you breakfast this morning. I got all domesticated and stuff.” Buffy’s tone was light as she smiled towards him, and indicated a place to sit next to her at the table.

“Breakfast? For me? What’s the occasion, pet?” Will smirked as he hung his leather jacket up in the closet, and took his work boots off. Shaking his hair out again, Will pushed the damn locks back, and came over. “Cereal… how domesticated you are!” Will said to her with a twinkle of mirth in his eyes.

“Hey, I poured the milk, AND, I got out the bowls. Now, stop complaining, sit, and eat. Or, I’m going back to bed!” Buffy shoved a spoonful of cereal into her mouth, and forced her adoring eyes to scowl up at him. Damn him, why does he have to be so cute? And those cheekbones! GRRRR, thought Buffy. He chuckled before leaning in and tweaking her nose with his thumb, and then sat to eat his own cereal.

“How was work last night?” Buffy asked between spoonfuls.

“Eh, work is work. You got the morning off, though, don’t you? No work till tonight?” Will pushed the odd cereal around with his spoon, wondering just what it was. “Pet, what do you have me eating?”

“Cinnamon toast crunch. It’s good, I promise. Just eat, Will. And yes, I have this morning off, which is why I am now wondering just why I got up this morning.” Buffy grumbled the last part gruffly as she shoveled another spoonful into her mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, she beamed innocently at his wounded look. After swallowing the cereal down, she looked at him for a moment. “Oh, wait, that’s right. I got up so I could take a nice long bath, all by my lonesome.”

Glancing down at her bowl, she realized it was gone, so Buffy stood up, and carried the bowl to the sink, and dumped the milk out. Glancing back behind her, she almost started giggling at the incredulous look on Will’s face. She started giggling, and he growled low in his chest. With a louder growl, he lunged from the chair at her. Buffy squealed, and a moment later, tore out of the room, Will just a hands width away from her.

Buffy scurried up the stairs into her room, and slid over top of the bed. She stopped and turned to look. Will stood on the other side of the bed, a predatory look gleaming in his eyes. She started around it, and he quickly followed her steps. Stopping, she looked over to the other side, and started for it. When he quickly leaped over the bed, and Buffy dashed around the foot of the bed.

Halfway around, however, Will caught her around the waist, and tugged her down onto the bed with a loud squeal. With a flurry of limbs, and cold wet hair being rubbed against her exposed neck, the two wrestled around on the bed, tossing pillows and blankets to the side as they moved. After several moments, and some loud panting on both their parts, Will came to a stop above Buffy, her arms pinned above her head in one of his hands, and the other hand shoved under her robe, and splayed across her side.

Both stopped moving almost at the same instant, and bright blue eyes met hazel. Her lips parted just barely, and before she could say a thing, his head dipped down, and his lips met hers in a soft kiss. It was tender, searching at first. After she gained her bearings back, Buffy let her own mouth slip open, and his tongue delved inside. He caressed her, sought comfort from her own tongue. Soon, however, the gentle kiss grew to something more, and Will felt his body responding in a fast and hard manner.

Buffy’s legs parted, and came to wrap around his waist. With no preamble, she pulled him firm against her as her hands tugged to gain their freedom. Her tongue and his battled for dominance, both eager to prove to the other their own personal worth. Under him, Buffy’s body melted like butter, molding to him. Will pulled his head back, much to Buffy’s dismay, though when she started to whimper at the loss of his heat, he quickly obliged by moving his lips to her neck.

Slowly, as though not even aware he was doing it, Will let her hands go, and moved both his own to push the fabric of her robe away. One hand slid up the side of her pink camisole top, while the other gently kneaded at her breast. Buffy felt her world spinning, and where her skin was exposed, she felt the heat of desire, the warmth of Will’s skin, and the cold blast of air. It was intoxicating.

Will’s mouth moved across her jaw, and down to her collarbone, before sweeping up to capture her mouth once more. Finally, when the need for air became to much, he pulled back. Both Buffy and Will were panting, their eyes wide as they stared at each other.

“I knew it would be fire. Fire and strawberry’s, Buffy, that’s what you taste like.” Will said softly as he stared down into her hazel eyes. “And… as much as I would love to finish this, I don’t think we should yet. And did I really just say that out loud? Wanker!” He closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them to look back down at Buffy.

“Yes, you did, but I… as much as I hate to, agree. We should wait.” Buffy let her legs slip from his hips, and she stared up into his blue eyes. With a half smile, Will rolled off of her, and onto his back on her bed. She pushed herself up on her elbows, and looked over at him. “But, if you don’t mind… could you stay up here? With me? I need some more sleep, and I know you need to sleep, and… well…” Buffy trailed off, and looked down to hide the bright flush of her cheeks.

“I would love to, pet.” Will replied softly. She looked up with a smile, and nuzzled her head into his neck. They both sighed softly as Will’s arm slipped around her waist to pull her closer. It wasn’t long before both were sound asleep, their smiles matching

Chapter 15

*This chapter is STRICTLY NC-17. The minors should turn away now. ;)*

Buffy woke up to a wonderfully relaxing sensation. Something soft was touching her neck and shoulders. She reached back to swat at it, and her hand was caught in another hand. Frowning for a moment, Buffy was taken by surprise. She slowly became aware of the hard body pressed against her back, and the warm hand wrapped around her waist. The hand itself was pushed under the fabric of her pink camisole, and the fingers were rubbing a slow gentle circle against her flesh.

Buffy sucked in a breath and opened her eyes. Tilting her head back just a bit, her eyes came up against dark stormy blue eyes, burning passion freely. As soon as her mouth was close enough, Will leaned in, and claimed her mouth with an ardent fire. She had barely woken up, and had no chance to react before she found herself in the familiar position of being under Will. His mouth drew emotions out of her like a dancer plays the emotions of a song. It was deep and penetrating, but it wasn’t so hard as to bruise her delicate flesh.

Swallowing back a desperate moan, Buffy pushed against him with her body again. His hands were busy drawing the lightest of patterns against the taut flesh of her stomach. The sensation sent her mind whirling with dizziness. Her nipples hardened, and begged to be touched. They ached as she arched her back to press against his chest. His shirt had been shed some time in the morning hours, and with his own hardened nipples barely grazed hers. Feeling shot through her like an electric current, sending her body spiraling downward, until she felt like she would say anything, do anything, just to feel more of him.

Will recognized her need, and pressed more firmly against her chest, until she was very nearly sobbing her needs to him. Will pulled back from her mouth, and stared down into her passion-laden eyes, and smiled. “What do you want, Buffy? Because if you keep pressing your body against mine like that, I won’t be able to stop, and I won’t be able to say no. Tell me, love, what do you want?”

Buffy whimpered softly, and pulled him down to her for a hard passionate kiss. As he lost himself against her, she pushed until he ended up on his back, with her leaning over him from the side. Her mouth dueled with his for another moment, then she moved the hot wet flesh across his cheeks, and down his jaw line. Her tongue darted out, all wet and glistening, and smoothed a trail down his neck from his jaw to the hollow at his collarbone. She pushed into the soft hollow gently, swirling the tongue all around.

Will made a low growling noise in the back of his throat as he let Buffy taste him as he wished to taste her. Just a few more minutes, he thought, as her tongue worked its way back up towards his ear this time. His oath to last a few more minutes like this was quickly forgotten and discarded when her small warm mouth latched onto his ear lobe and gently started to suck on it.

Will’s eyes slowly shut, hiding those blue eyes Buffy was so fond of. She nipped gently, causing Will’s eyelids to open more as he snaked an arm around the blonde woman’s slender waist. His hand was on her side, his fingers massaging Buffy’s muscles constantly. His fingertips left no visible marks, but were it not for Buffy’s common sense, she would swear Will’s touch was scalding her flesh.

Pulling her head back, Buffy’s hair traced unseen lines down Will’s chest. The silken strands tickled where they touched and danced, sending a shiver through Will’s body as his free hand wrapped around the woman now, hoisting her both roughly, yet carefully, atop of him. The blonde woman paused, having been caught off-guard as she now sat straddling Will’s lap, her head near his once more.

As she leaned down to kiss Will’s lips, he took the initiative away again, passing Buffy’s lips as his own sought the soft nape of her neck. There was a slight gasp just before the blonde woman held her breath. The moment Will’s lips found her smooth flesh, Buffy felt as though her chest would burst from the breath of air she held captive deep in her lungs.

Will opened his mouth, and suckled gently on the woman’s neck, moving his lips to the front of her throat in an agonizingly slow fashion. Buffy tilted her head upward without realizing it, allowing Will better access to her throat. The man took it, but then worked back to the side, where he scraped his teeth just before gently biting.

The feeling did not hurt really, but it was a shock as Buffy exhaled quickly, her body trembling slightly. The tip of Will’s tongue licked the spot, momentarily wondering if he was going to leave a mark on her neck. To him Buffy felt like a leaf clinging to a tree branch on a gusty fall day. She was beautiful, even as she shook slightly in his arms.

A whispered moan left her lips, his name spilling forth like bubbling fountain of cool water. His heart hitched at the sound, so beautiful on her lips. Buffy’s arms clawed at his shoulders even as she ground her heat into his lap, her body eagerly seeking the contact of the hard flesh under his jeans. Will’s hands pushed up her sides, bunching the soft pink material up under her arms, and revealing her perfect pale breasts. Tiny twin nipples contracted as the cool air hit her flesh, causing them to stick out more prominently.

His mouth very nearly watered as he lowered his mouth to the top the beautiful globes of flesh. Searing hot kisses trailed a path to one pert nipple, but rather then allowing it entrance, he instead dragged the tip of his tongue around it, tracing the outer circle, and teasing it senseless. Not to leave the other nipple alone, his hand traced the twin spot, before finally rolling the nipple between his fingers.

A long low primal sound hung on her lips as Buffy’s head tilted back in pleasure. His mouth finally claimed the nipple, and the heat caused her to jump slightly, before settling back down and grinding herself into his pelvis again. “Pants,” she moaned softly as her body took all rational thought from her mind. Without breaking contact, Will looked up at her desire-ridden face.

“Wha’s that luv?”

“Take off pants!” That’s it, way to go Cave Buffy, she thought quickly before surrendering to his mouth again.

There was a look of amusement on Will's face, but upon studying the blonde woman's lovely features, a look of seriousness overtook his visage as he nodded. Putting a hand on each of Buffy's hips, Will dragged her bottom up further, until she was resting on his stomach. His scorching hands drew away from Buffy's flesh, and she sought compensation from his lips.

Will was having a bugger of a time with his jeans. His hands wanted back on Buffy's body, and when she broke the kiss and leaned forward and then down, Will found himself leaning up, the tip of his tongue teasing one of Buffy's nipples. Finally, he managed to get the button and zipper undone. Hearing the metallic sound of zipping, Buffy reached back with one of her hands, tugging down at the waist of the jeans while her other one moved from Will's shoulder to his head.

While Buffy's narrow fingers moved through the blonde hair, her other arm could no longer drag the jeans down from where she was sitting. Will was tugging at them as well. The blonde woman slid down Will's body, her every movement causing his flesh to burn hotter. At last, she had wiggled down far enough that she was seated on his lap, the offending pants drawn down to Will's ankles, where he quickly kicked them free.

The denim fell to the floor in a heap, making a faint sound when it did. Neither Buffy nor Will seemed to notice though, as she rocked back and forth, perched comfortably on Willy's upper thighs. Again hazel and blue eyes were locked upon one another as Buffy's hand moved from Will's knee. Her fingers had moments before been tugging at his jeans, and now they sought to touch Will more than anything as they glided up along the outside of his leg, over his hip and came to rest on his smooth, firm stomach.

With a groan of protest, Will quickly had Buffy tossed off of him and on her back. His head dipped down to her bared belly to lavish hot kisses upon her flesh, as his own hands worked pull her pajama bottoms down. As he pulled the material, she tugged the camisole away from her body, and tossed it to the floor, where it joined his jeans.

The material of the pants finally gave under his hands, and he was able to shove them down, though he had to leave the comfort her flesh provided in order to pull them from her shapely legs. White lace panties covered her now, with a nest of dark hair resting just barely visible underneath. Without any preamble, Buffy lifted her hips, and rid herself of the offending material. Will barely had time to drink in her beauty before she was pulling at him, and pressing her hips upwards.

Once both of the blondes were barren of clothing, Buffy almost began to sit up, but Will gave no chance. He moved quickly, almost gliding back onto the bed with a hand on either side of Buffy. Will's right hand found her left thigh, his palm splayed against the outside. Wanting the contact, Buffy pushed her leg towards the hand, which was exactly what Will was hoping for.

His blond head dipped down between Buffy's legs. Buffy nearly drew her right leg in out of reflex, surprised at Will's swift movements, but he used his free hand to grasp Buffy's leg just behind the knee. His hold was not overly tight, but it was obvious it could have been. The feeling of such a strong hand being so careful sent tingles through Buffy's skin.

This pause was all the time Will needed as his tongue darted out quickly, the tip of it tasting the woman before rubbing against the quickly hardening nub he had been seeking. Swirling, flecking and the slight scraping of teeth had Buffy's hands clenching the bed sheets as she arched up to press against Will's mouth. Breaths were ragged at best, as Will looked at Buffy with his cool eyes.

It didn’t take long, the girl on the bed was so high on the passion from before, that her orgasm reached her in a matter of moments, crashing down on her, and rolling over her in waves of pleasure. She squealed softly at first, before it turned into a loud moan that echoed throughout the loft, and likely the apartment. Will’s eyes looked up at her flushed relaxed face, and with a sadistic grin, he slowly swiped his tongue up her center one more time, dragging the move out as long as he could.

Buffy gripped the sheets beneath her tightly as Will’s name came to her lips in the form of a loud moan. She barely had time to recover when he had slid up her body, and nestled between her thighs. He paused at her opening, and looked down into her face. As she felt him nudging at her, Buffy lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around Will’s waist. However, when he didn’t move closer, she opened her eyes, and looked up at his.

“Will?” Her soft voice was filled with uncertainty.

“Are you sure, Buffy? Really sure?” Buffy chose to just nod, rather then speak, and an instant later, Will was sheathing himself into her silken folds of heat. Buffy gasped even as Will sighed in pleasure. They remained locked this way for a moment, both reveling in the feeling of being together. Finally, when Will knew he couldn’t stand it any longer, he began to move.

Slowly at first, then faster, he rocked his hips against hers, and she arched upward, meeting him thrust for trust. It felt like heaven, like home. He felt more emotions now in this one moment, and then he ever had with Drusilla. Buffy’s every cry, every moan, and every gasp was catalogued in his head; the sounds were something he would remember always.

As he pushed into her soft yielding body, her arms held him close, and her soft pink tongue snaked out to draw patterns on the side of his neck before suckling softly at the delicate flesh. His answer was low and incoherent. He pushed harder, pulling out farther, only to plunge back into her with a passion she had never before witnessed so closely.

Buffy felt something strange happening as he continued his onslaught. Her nubile body began to tense again. It was something she had never before experienced, an orgasm so quickly after one. Arching just a bit more, and pressing hard against him, she felt his body rubbing her just right, in all the right places. The tension built up quickly, though not so quickly as before, and soon, she knew that her body was on the brink of letting go.

With a loud cry, she bit down on Will’s neck just over the jugular, and whimpered as her orgasm flushed her body. Will’s movements had reached a frenzied pace as he felt her bite on his neck, and her muscles clamping around him from within. Finally, he pushed hard, and stayed there for several moments, spewing his seed into her. The long movements caused Buffy’s orgasm to draw out, and finally, they both collapsed together in a heap of sweaty limbs.

Resting his forehead on hers, Will looked down into her face, flushed from the pleasure and relaxed with a smile. “Love, I hope you realize that there is no way I’m going to give up on that ever again,” Will said with a soft chuckle.

“You got the job done, that’s for sure,” Buffy replied with a wink.

“Not so bad yourself, pet, not so bad.” He finally rolled off of her, and pulled her close. She laid her head on his chest, and smiled as her eyes closed again.

**TBC**

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