Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author:Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
The characters do not belong to me

Summary: I'm not sure if this would
fall into the 'Alternate Universe' cate-
gory. It takes place early season 2,
but I've changed the events of 'School
Hard' to suit me. All the characters
are the same, but Angel never existed.
Never did..never will. You'll also notice
that Spike behaves a little...differently.

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"Is she in there?"

"Yeah. She's out on the dance floor
with her pals."

"And...?"

Luke frowned. "And...what?"

Spike glanced skyward for a moment,
shaking his head in disgust at yet
another stupid minion that had to
have everything explained to him.

"Well, I doubt that she's wearing a name
tag that says, 'Hi, I'm the slayer, so
maybe you should tell me what she looks
like."

The puzzlement on Luke' face disappeared.

"Oh, right..I get you now," he said.

Wanting to curry favor with the vampire who'd
probably be running things on the Hell Mouth
once he eliminated the slayer, he eagerly
provided a description.

"She's kind of small. Maybe 16 or 17, I think.
She has blonde hair and sensational legs.
Cute little ass. Dresses real sexy, if you
know what I mean?"

"Mm-hmm." Spike glanced at his watch. Past
eight o'clock already, he would have to make
this quick. Drusilla would be awake soon, and
since he didn't trust the idiot brigade to bring
her someone to eat, he would have to see to
it.

"Gotta tell the truth, man...if she wasn't the
slayer," Luke leered suggestively, giving
Spike a nudge that almost got his arm broken
for him.

"Oh, yeah," Spike said, his voice dripping
with sarcasm. "I'm sure she'd be all over
a prize like you."

With a blank look that said he wasn't
sure but he thought he'd just been in-
sulted, Luke opened his mouth to reply,
only to be sharply cut off.

"I'll go in first," Spike said. "You wait a
few minutes, then come and find me
and I'll tell you what to do. Do you think
you can manage all that?"

"Sure," Luke nodded. "Sure..you got it."

"Well, good for you." About to enter
the club, he added, "Oh, and one more
thing. When you come in? Lose the
face."

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

He walked in, pausing at the door to
scan the room.

Typical small town nightspot. Live
music, but no recognizable bands.
Probably local talent.

Stopping at an empty table, he picked
up a menu and looked it over.

The appetizers were the standard
variety crap you could pretty much find
everywhere. ** No imagination**

He flipped the menu over, studying the
wine list.

What cheap shit! The most expensive
bottle topped out at twenty dollars.

**Probably never even heard of Dom**

Spike dropped the menu on the table
and moved on.

The place was fairly crowded for a week-
night, although the entire amount of people
in it wouldn't fill one room of a nightclub in
New York...or Los Angeles, for that matter.

He made his way slowly, heading for the
center of the action...the dance floor.

A familiar tingle raced up and down his
spine, alerting him to the presence of
a slayer.

The closer he got to his goal, the stronger
that feeling grew inside of him. When he
finally reached his destination, he had no
trouble locating her in the group of kids.

"Well, well, well...."

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

As he watched her dance, he decided that
Luke hadn't been exaggerating. If anything,
he had understated the slayers charms.

Her hair wasn't blonde, but rather a mixture
of light brown and honey colored tresses
shining in the muted glow of the overhead
lights.

It bounced around her face as she danced,
looking soft and touchable, with none of the
sticky hairspray that so many girls used.

A man could thread his fingers in that
silken mane, and they would slide right
through.

His hands itched to do exactly that.

She was a tiny little thing. He doubted
if she'd be shoulder high to him. There
was a boy dancing with her that didn't
look to be all that tall, but he towered
over her.

The same boy suddenly placed one
hand on the slayer's hip.

Spike frowned, feeling an almost over-
whelming urge to grab that boy by the
scruff of his neck and tell him to keep his
fucking hands to himself.

She was dealing with it, though, smiling
at the boy while subtly moving away from
his touch.

**Good girl**

Unable to stop himself, his eyes roamed
up and down her body. He took note of
the small waist and feminine curve of her
hips. Strong, straight legs moved her
around the dance floor, keeping a step
away from anyone who tried to catch her.

She was dressed in a pair of tight jeans
and a light blue halter, cut just low enough
to show off a bit of cleavage.

The sight made him instantly hard.

She was doing some of the most blatantly
sexual dancing he'd ever seen outside of a
strip club. The beat of the music seemed
to be twisting and pulsing through her small
frame.

Spike had never been aroused by a woman
so quickly.

He watched her, mesmerized by her natural
sexuality as she closed her eyes and raised
her arms, lifting that beautiful wealth of hair
off her neck, then releasing it to tumble
around her face.

And what a face it was...

The movements of her dancing only gave
him quick glimpses of it. As tantalyzingly
brief as they were, he could see that the
slayer had one of those faces that could
change from child like innocence to woman-
ly sensuality.

The girlish roundness of her cheeks pleased
him. There were too many girls walking around
this days looking gaunt and thin in the face,
like anemic heroin adicts. He'd seen corpses
that looked in better shape than some of those
women on the dance floor.

But the slayer obviously ate normal meals
on a regular basis.

Her energy alone was testimony to that. No
way was THIS little lady living on rice cakes
and bottled water. She looked as though
she enjoyed all the sweet things life had to
offer, whether they were good for her or not.

A girl like that made a man want to hold her
in his lap and spoon feed her vanilla ice
cream and strawberies.

Her complexion was smooth and unblem-
ished, pink and gold velvet that saw just
enough sun to make it glow, but not enough
to make it dry or rough.

Although he couldn't determine the color,
Spike could see hat her eyes were lovely.

Large and long-lashed, they sparkled with
life and good humor.

She hadn't been doing her job long enough
yet for them to become dark and troubled,
weary from the knowledge that for every
vampire she put down, there were a dozen
waiting to take it's place.

This slayer was new, and fresh, and filled
with hope. Ready to take on the armies of
hell, confident that she would win and good
would triumph over evil.

**Sorry to pop your bubble, darling, but good
is outnumbered by evil ten to one**

He slowly circled the perimeter of the dance
floor, never taking his eyes off the slayer. He
saw every sway of her hips, every shimmy
of her shoulders, and every toss of that glorious
hair.

As he watched, he couldn't help smiling.

**Luscious little tease, that's what YOU are**

Looking so damn pretty, moving the way she
did, making all the boys want to claim her.

That dark haired one following her around
like a puppy was nearly drooling.

Once again, Spike felt compelled to grab
hold of the slayer's putative suitor and shake
some sense into him.

He wanted to tell the boy not to be stupid,
that he couldn't BEGIN to be good enough
for that beauty keeping herself just out of
his reach. That he ought to concentrate his
efforts on the little cutie-pie redhead that was
trying so hard to attract his attention.

There wasn't a man in this place worthy of
this warrior princess.

**Except for me, that is**

He'd known it the instant he'd laid eyes on
her, the moment he picked up her scent of
peaches and power.

**We're gonna dance, Slayer, you and I..
count on it**

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

His peripheral vision and keen sense of
smell picked up the approach of the idiot
he'd left outside.

**You do something right for once, and you
pick NOW to do it...shit**

"Told you she was a hottie, didn't I ?" Luke
asked, staring at the slayer with undisguised
lust, as though he were trying to see through
her clothes.

Spike momentarily considered slapping the
_expression right off the other vampire's insipid,
human face.

Fighting back the urge, he issued brief orders.

"Go back to the lair. I'll be there later."

"How come?" Luke asked, confused.

Spike took a tight leash on his temper,
then turned to look at the stupid git who'd
questioned him.

"I want to watch this one for a while. See how
she operates. Detect any weaknesses."

Feeling he'd said more than enough to get
this pain in the ass marching double time,
he returned his attention to the slayer.

When Luke failed to turn around and leave
immediately, Spike looked back at him in
pure disbelief.

"Why the hell are you still here?"

"It's just...well, I don't know," Luke shrugged,
seeming to realize that he was heading into
dangerous waters. "What about your..your
lady friend?"

Spike clenched his jaw. The last thing he
wanted to be reminded of at this particular
moment, was Drusilla.

"What about her?"

"Um..what do you want me to tell her?" Luke
asked nervously. "Because she can get kind
of...YOU know...if you're not there."

This was true. Ever since the attack on her
in Prague, and their subsequent flight from
the country, Drusilla had become more and
more unstable, oblivious to the world around
her.

She hadn't been completely sane to start with,
and after nearly perishing at the hands of an
angry mob that had figured out what she was,
the line that lay between her sanity and the
total lack of any, was getting thinner every day.

The very things he'd always loved so dearly about
her had morphed to almost frightening proportions,
and it wasn't cute anymore.

He would catch her watching him with wide and
confused eyes, and it was at those moments that
he felt certain she had no idea who he was.

All she seemed to be interested in these days
were her dolls and her weird visions.

Day by day, she was slipping further and further
away. Her appetite was dwindling, and there
were times he had to force feed her.

She had no survival instinct working for her
anymore.

Acting impulsively, she would obey the voices
in her head, forcing Spike to place a 24 hour
guard on her after she'd nearly walked outside
in the middle of the afternoon to pick flowers.

Her normally pale skin was almost translucent,
and her body was weak and frail. In her more
lucid moments, she would rail miserably
against that weakness, demanding that Spike
find a way to put her back together again.

Which was getting harder and harder to do.

And as her body began to fail her, her person-
ality had undergone a drastic change.

In the past, even though she'd not been in
possession of all her marbles, she had been
happy and he'd always been able to keep her
that way.

Along with death and carnage, Dru had also
enjoyed typically female things, such as
beautiful clothes and expensive jewelry.

She had taken pride in her beauty, and
took pains to maintain it.

Her raven hair had always been thick and shiny,
arranged so that her curls tumbled down to
frame her winsome face.

As dark as melting chocolate and as wide as
a child's, Dru's eyes had been mesmerizing..
literally.

Without hardly trying, she had always been
able to lure anyone she wanted with her eyes,
for any reason.

Whether they were gleaming with blood lust,
or dancing with infantile gaiety..they'd sparkled
with vitality, and hunger, and passion.

Now..they were dull and lifeless, usually half
closed and bit out of focus.

Her happiness was draining away a little more
each day. Where once she had gloried in
chaos and death..in the giving and taking of
pain..now she seemed more like a spoiled
child, prone to bouts of near hysterical panic
by the most insignificant circumstance.

Alternating between whimpering tears at
imagined slights, and fierce temper tantrums,
it was impossible to predict her moods, and
she was becoming difficult to live with.

But, he loved her...so he'd put up with be-
havior that he would never have tolerated with
anyone else.

After searching all over Europe and Asia,
consulting with countless shamans, sorcerors,
and prognosticators, he had brought her to
America...to Sunnydale, California...

To the mouth of hell.

With little effort, he had quickly established
himself as the master vampire he was.

He'd barely gotten Dru settled in and cobbled
together a gang, when he'd found out that there
was a slayer making life difficult for the local
demon population.

Judging from the fact that she still lived..that
no vampire had been able to kill her..he de-
duced that she must be a real badass, a
tough cookie of the amazon variety.

Ordinarily, this wouldn't have concerned him.
He had dealt with slayers before, and found
them to be far less intimidating than most
vampires did.

But, when he'd heard about the serious
damage this particular slayer was dishing
out, and since he didn't know how long
they would have to stay in this pissant
burg, he had decided to find her and kill her
quickly...thus freeing him to concentrate all
his energy on restoring Dru's health.

Watching her now though, he amended his
previous plans for her downfall, inserting a
third activity between 'find' and 'kill'.

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

"What if she asks where you are?"

The idiot was speaking again.

"She won't," Spike said succintly. "Just
stop on the way back and grab her some-
one to eat."

Luke still hesitated. "But what if she's not..I
mean, what if she won't..."

Enough was clearly enough.

"GO AWAY NOW," Spike said, with a definite
threat in his voice as he glared at Luke. "Be-
fore I hurt you in unpleasant ways."

Self-preservation finally kicking in, Luke disapp-
eared into the crowd, allowing Spike to return
his undivided attention to the slayer.

Who was no longer there...

"Son of a..." he muttered. "I swear I'm gonna
tear that imbecile's head right the fuck off."

Still swearing softly, he opened himself up
to feel if she was still close.

He sensed her instantly. Turning around, he
saw her sitting at a table with the boy and the
cutie-pie she'd been dancing with.

The table was covered with what he imagined
was her homework. She didn't look particularly
happy about it, her body language clearly
conveying the notion that school work was the
last thing she wanted to be doing right now.

Keeping his eyes on her, he took a seat at a
table near where she was sitting. One of the
waitresses walked by, heading for the bar with
an empty tray, and Spike touched her arm
to stop her.

Giving her his most charming smile, he said,
"Be a good girl and bring me a glass of whatever
you have on tap, won't you luv?"

When the glass was placed in front of him,
he settled back into his chair and gazed at the
slayer with intent, willing her to look up and
see him.

He knew when awareness of him began to
make itself known to her.

Cognizant of someone watching her, her eyes
skipped from one person to another.

**I'm here, slayer...waiting for you**

He frowned when the redhead said something
to draw her attention.

**No, darling...don't look at her...look at me..see
me**

As though he'd whispered his request directly
into her pretty little ear, the slayer turned her
head and looked straight at him.

**Hello, gorgeous**

Locking his eyes with hers, he smiled slowly,
blatantly staring at her, and was charmed
beyond the telling of it when he saw her blush.

But, in spite of the blush, she didn't look away.

**That's my girl. You know who you are..you
don't back down to anyone, do you?**

He felt a jolt of excitement when she returned
his smile, shyly at first, then more boldly as
she became more sure of herself, more certain
that he was attracted to her.

**Can you feel me, Slayer? Do you know what
I am? Because I know who YOU are...and I
want you anyway. I want you..and I am going
to have you**

Rising to his feet, he made his way to the bar.

**And NOTHING is gonna stand in my way**

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

"Buffy? Are you still here in the same world?"

Willow's soft voice pulled the slayer's attention
away from the outrageously handsome man
she'd been exchanging looks with.

"Yeah," she said absently. "I'm..yeah. Sure."
She shook her head and looked at her friend. "Why
wouldn't I be?"

Willow shrugged. "Well, because I asked you
twice if you wanted any more help conjugating
your verbs and you pretty much didn't even
hear me."

"Oh...sorry," Buffy said, sounding lame even
to her own ears.

But Willow, sweet natured as always, understood
without being told. "You know, I'm getting a
little tired anyway. We can finish this later."

She got her things together and looked at Xan-
der. "Want to walk your best friend home and
protect her from the bad guys?"

"I suppose I could," Xander replied. "But who's
gonna protect me?"

Willow smiled at him and stood up. "Come on."

"No, I'm serious," he said as she pulled him
to his feet. "Who's gonna protect me?"

Keeping a firm grip on his arm, she began
towing him towards the door. "We'll protect
each other."

Xander tried to dig in his heels. "But we have
someone here who's a lot better qualified. Buffy
is actually IN the protection business."

Willow yanked his arm, dragging him along.

"Why isn't she coming with us? It's getting
late, she should be coming with us. Well, let's
ask...OW!...do you have to so rough?"

Buffy smiled at Xander's running commentary
as he was pushed, shoved, and nudged out
the door.

She gathered her books and papers into a
neat stack. Moving slower than an arthritic
snail, she forced herself not to search around
the room.

A few long minutes crawled by, and she began
to wonder if he had left, or is she had misinter-
preted his interest.

Counting to sixty, she sighed and picked up
her homework, ready to call it quits and go
home.

"I hope your friends left on account of me."

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

Buffy started at his sudden appearance
beside her, looking up with a surprised
look on her face.

**Wow...he's even better looking close up**

Above average height..the ONLY average
thing about him..he had platinum blonde
hair and a penetrating dark blue gaze, framed
by almost femininely long eyelashes.

**Now I know what the phrase "Eyes that look
right into your soul" means**

He had a sensual mouth, and cheekbones
that would make a super-model pea green
with envy.

The only thing saving him from being "pretty"
was a scar slashing through his eyebrow.

All in all, Buffy decided, his entire face was his
best feature.

Realizing that she was staring at him like a
mute idiot, she tried to think of something
witty to say that wouldn't make her sound like
the inexperienced teenager girl that she was.

"Don't you mean 'I hope your friends DIDN'T
leave on account of me..you?' "

He shook his head. "I meant what I said, luv."

**Oh, boy, oh, boy...all this and an accent,
too! Some days it DOES pay to get out of
bed**

"I wanted them to leave," he added. "May I
sit down?"

**And manners!! Woo-hoo!**

Under the table, she gave one of the chairs legs
a hard shove with her foot, pushing it out.
"If you want to."

He smiled and seated himself. "Would you
like another...what is that?" he asked, point-
ing at her empty glass.

"Oh, it's...it's just Coke," Buffy said, wishing
it was something a little more sophisticated.

"Would you like another?" he asked again.

"Sure. Okay. Fine." She cringed inwardly at
her monosyllabic responses, knowing she
must sound stupid.

But he didn't seem to think so. "It's not diet,
is it?"

Buffy made a face. "Eww..no. I hate diet drinks."

Her _expression amused him. "Good for you," he
said as he signaled the waitress.

After ordering the drink, he turned to her before
the waitress could leave. "Would you like any-
thing else?"

Buffy shook her head. "No, this is fine...thank you."

"Hmm." He tilted his head a little. "Have you had
your dinner?"

"Uh-huh. Before I left home. I'm totally full."

"Too full for dessert?"

"Well.." Buffy shrugged, with a guilty smile.

"How about some ice cream?" He gave her a
speculative look. "I'll bet you like....hot fudge
sundaes."

Buffy grinned. "That's a safe bet."

He looked at the waitress. "You heard the lady,"
he said, dismissing her and returning his full
attention to Buffy.

"What's your name?"

"It's...I'm..." **What IS my name?** "Buffy."

He seemed surprised. "Your mother named you
Buffy?"

"No," she said. "My mother named me Elizabeth,
but no one calls me that," she explained. "Even
my mom only uses it when she's mad at me."

She hesitated. "What's..your name?"

For a moment, he debated his options. He
had a reputation for killing two of her kind,
and it was possible she'd recognize the name.

Part of him wanted that to happen, wanted
to see the look on her face when she found
out just who she was dealing with.

But the other part of him, the less impulsive
part, didn't want to scare her off.

"William," he answered. "William Hamilton."

It was a good sounding name. She liked that
he hadn't shortened his first name to the
more common 'Bill'. He didn't look like a
Bill. It didn't suit him.

The waitress returned with a tray bearing
a glass of Coke, and the most enormous
hot fudge sundae that Buffy had ever seen.

Before she could do it, Spike took the
spoon and dug out a mixture of ice cream,
hot fudge and whipped cream.

He lifted the spoon to her lips and Buffy
accepted it as she looked into his level
gaze.

Her own eyes rolled up as she closed
her lips around the spoon. "Mmmm."

Spike was delighted with her response. "Good?"

She opened her eyes as the spoon slid
out of her mouth. "Better than good."

Knowing he'd be pushing it if he tried to
pull her onto his lap, he settled for feeding
her another bite of ice cream, then handed
her the spoon.

He was amazed at how quickly she polished
off the dessert, even scraping the sides of
the dish to gather the fudge clinging to it.

When she replaced the spoon in the dish,
she caught him watching her.

"I guess I kind of look like a pig, don't I?"
she asked, her cheeks reddening.

"No," he shook his head. "You don't. You
look like...a little girl."

Buffy pushed the dish away. "That was good.
Thank you."

"You're more than welcome, luv."

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

"So, um..." Buffy searched for a topic of
conversation. "You're not from around here,
are you?"

"What gave it away," Spike asked teasingly.

"Well, you're accent for one and.." She caught
his look of amusement. "Now you're making
fun of me," she said, her cheeks burning once
again.

He shook his head. "No, I'm not, darling. I
think you're absolutely adorable, especially
when you blush." He leaned forward, staring
with intent into her eyes. "I made you blush
before...when I was staring at you."

Buffy nodded, her gaze arrested by his. "I
guess so...a little..."

Spike lowered his voice a fraction. "I'd think
that a girl as pretty as you are would be
accustomed to men staring at her." He
grinned. "There it is again," he said, noting
her warm cheeks. "God, that's sweet. I
haven't seen a girl blush like that for a hun-
dred years."

He tossed the hint out casually, curious to
see if she'd notice it.

All she did was smile.


TBC.....

What do you think?

Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
This is a
retelling of the way Spike and Buffy
first met. Angel has never existed
in this story, and Spike is a little...dif-
ferent. (I had to make him a little more
initially appealing to Buffy, and death
threats just weren't cutting it.)



Part Two...

After a half hour of flirtatious conversation,
Buffy was beginning to wonder if he was
ever going to ask her to dance. It seemed
like the obvious next step.

The music was soft and slow, and she very
much wanted to know what his arms felt
like around her.

Her happy bubble had nearly been popped
when Cordelia had stopped at their table
at one point.

Turning on all her charm and using her
considerable good looks, she had spent
a few minutes shamelessly trying to separate
William from Buffy.

But he had shown no interest in her beyond
the bounds of polite society. After acknowled-
ging Buffy's introduction to her, he had been
fairly silent, responding to none of Cordelia's
sexy banter or body language.

In fact, he had actually looked impatient
when she wouldn't leave quickly enough.

After finally managing to drop enough hints
to get rid of her, he had looked at Buffy with
an amused _expression. "I can see why she
wasn't at the table with your other friends ear-
lier," he'd said.

When Buffy had asked him what he meant,
he'd merely shrugged and said "She's not your
friend, angelface. Don't let her push you around.
You're three times the woman she is."

His words had sent an excited shiver down
her spine, knowing that he considered her to
be a woman, and not some gawky little girl.

Now, she was afraid that the Bronze would
close before he could ask her if she'd like
to dance, so she decided to throw embarras-
sment into the void.

"The music's nice, isn't it?" she ventured.

He glanced at the band, then back at her. "It's
nice," he agreed. "Very romantic."

Buffy swallowed hard. "You...you wouldn't want
to dance or something...would you?"

Spike hesitated. Dancing with her wasn't an
option right now, especially slow dancing. This
game would be over the minute he touched
her and he wasn't ready for it to end just yet.

If he'd fed recently, it would have worked, but
if he placed his less than 98.6 degree hands
on her, and with all that bare skin she was
showing it would be impossible to avoid, she'd
be busting table legs off for stakes faster than
he could say "Wait, I can explain!"

No, he couldn't risk it. This was not the right
time to "Come out" to the slayer about who
and what he was. The last thing he wanted
to do right now was fight with her.

For the time being, anyway.

"I would love to dance with you, angelface, but
I'm very bad at it."

Highly mortified at what was a lamely obvious
excuse to turn her down, Buffy shrugged as if
it didn't matter to her one way or the other.

"It's all right...never mind."

"Maybe," he added. "Someday you could give
me lessons?" he suggested.

**Someday...there's gonna be a someday?**

Buffy smiled. "Okay," she said agreeably. "I
could do that."

He leaned forward and smiled into her eyes.

"I'll look forward to it, then."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"Oh, my gosh...is that the time? I have
to go." Buffy began gathering up her books
and shoving them into her tote bag, careful
to keep him from seeing the tools of her
trade and ask questions that she wasn't
prepared to answer. "It's late...my mother..."

"Will start to worry?"

"Yeah," she nodded, standing up and lingering
when she knew she should be double clutching
it for home.

"I understand." He stood up and and dropped
a ten dollar bill on the table for the waitress,
then followed Buffy out the door of the club.

She turned to face him, waiting. This surely
was the point in the evening when he would
ask for her phone number.

"Can I walk you home?" he asked. "I would
offer you a ride, but my car is in for repairs,
and I didn't want to bother with a rental."

"Oh, um...you really don't have to. I mean, I'll
be fine. I don't live too far from here and..."

A sharp scream cut off her words, and she
spun around in time to see one of the waitresses
from the Bronze being pulled into the back
alley.

Buffy wanted to scream, too. One night..they
couldn't go just one night without this crap.
Now what was she supposed to do?

Spike knew without asking just what she
was thinking about. She didn't want to reveal
herself any more than he did, but she had a
duty to perform now.

Pretending he hadn't heard the girl yelling,
he looked at Buffy as she shifted from foot
to foot. "You know, I think I dropped my
keys inside. Be right back."

The look of relief on her face was almost comical.

He went back inside, and waited for a count of
sixty, figuring that was more than enough time
for her to do her job.

When he went back out, he waited at the
end of the alley.

"Can't you guys...take a night off...once in
a while?" he heard Buffy ask.

"Well.." the vampire she was fighting with
replied. "I..thought...you had switched...sides,
Slayer."

A wooden crate shattered, the pieces of it
clattering to the ground.

"What...hold still...do you mean by...that? Hey!
Get back here, you little coward."

"Ha! You missed." There was a loud crash. "I'm
just...saying...how come you were...sitting
with...a...vampire....all evening...and hey...HEY!
Just...wait a..."

Spike swore softly, as the sounds of the fight
abruptly stopped.

Buffy came out of the alley, still holding a
wooden slat in her hands.

When she saw him, she cocked her head to one
side and examined him thoroughly.

Spike knew there was no bluffing his way
out of this one. The game was over and now it
was time to...

To what? To...kill her? Why did that sound so
unappealing? She was a slayer, and he'd already
killed two slayers. He'd had every intention
of killing this one, and any others that had the
misfortune to cross him.

So, why did the _expression in those lovely
eyes of hers make him so unsure of himself?
She looked confused, and hurt and for some
reason it bothered him terribly. He wanted to
take that look from her face and replace it with
the smile she'd given him earlier.

God! What the HELL was happening here? Was
it possible that this was all far more than the
game it had started out to be for him?

He knew he had to go home. Dru was waiting
for him there and it was where he belonged.

So why wasn't he going? Why did he want to
stay here...with this girl who was surely no
more than sixteen years old?

"I have to go home now," she said softly.

"Can I talk to you first?" he asked. "Please?"

She turned around and walked away. "There's
nothing to talk about...not anymore."

He followed a few paces behind her. "Yes. There
is. Buffy...I know who you are."

That stopped her in her tracks, although
she didn't turn around.

"You know I'm..."

"The slayer," he said. "Yes."

She sighed. "Then you know you should stay
away from me."

"Yes," he agreed. "But I don't want to. I want to
see you again."

Buffy shook her head. "Please don't follow me."

She didn't want him to know where she lived. All
right, he could understand that.

He stopped, and she kept walking. "Can I call
you? Buffy...what's your phone number? Your
last name?"

She didn't answer him. Walking at a steady pace,
she turned the corner.

And, feeling strangely unsettled, Spike turned too
and headed for home.




TBC....

Comments are welcome

Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com

Summary: A retelling of the Spike and
Buffy's first meeting. Angel never existed
in this story, and Spike is a little different.




Part Three.....

Moondance


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
Neath the cover of October skies....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy stepped out of her front door, closing
it quietly behind her. Although her mother
was in New York for a month, and couldn't
be woken up demanding to know just where
Buffy thought she was going, she stayed quiet
out of habit.

"I'm really gonna have to break this news to
her one of these days."

She smiled at the thought of her mother's face
upon being informed that her child..her problem
child..was leading a whole other life these days.

"But not just yet."

Stepping off the curb to cross the street, she
was startled by the full throttled roar of a
powerful V-8 engine as it blasted by her at
what had to be at least three times the speed
limit.

She jumped backwards, then saluted the unseen
driver with one finger.

"HEY! Good luck in your next life, FATHEAD!"
she yelled, almost wishing that the driver would
hear her and come back to pick a fight.

Buffy knew she couldn't kill him, but it would
sure feel good to grind his face into the asphalt
while reciting passages from the Department of
Motor Vehicles Handbook, pertaining to ex-
cessive speed and the dangers thereof.

She was in the middle of the street when she
heard the car lock up it's brakes, stopping with
a scream of expensive tread.

Buffy waited and watched as the night black
car sat idling it's engine.

It was a huge monster of a vehicle, it's paint
polished to a high gloss, with shiny chrome
fixtures and trim...obviously built long before
the days of triple digit gas prices.

Suddenly, the drivers side door swung open.
Buffy stared as two feet shod in black leather
hit the pavement.

**Great. He's getting out of the car. Now what,
big mouth?**

Planting her feet firmly beneath her, the slayer
tightened her fingers on the strap of her weapons
bag, wondering just who..or what..she was going
to have to deal with.

When she saw who was standing before her, her
entire body went from hot to cold, then back to hot.

Taller than she was, with short platinum blonde hair
that had a bit of a wave to it, and cheekbones a model
would kill for, the vampire she'd met the other night
stood before her.

His eyes were as dark and penetrating as she
remembered them to be, and he was sporting a smart
ass grin on his sensuous mouth.

Black seemed to be his signature color. Once again,
he was covered in it. Tight jeans, a t-shirt with
a silk button down over it, slightly scuffed boots and
that coat of ankle length black leather, that couldn't
have been cheap.

Buffy felt the hair on the back of her neck
stand at attention.

She remembered every moment of their brief
encounter. Those eyes had captured hers,
burning into her with a look that made her body
tingle with awareness of him, of his sexuality, his
masculinity.

Inexperienced as she was, Buffy had seen his
gaze speak with a desire that had nothing to
do with hurting her.

She'd seen it, and her treacherous body had
responded to the way he'd looked at her.

The same way he was looking at her now.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart strings that play soft and low...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



"Buffy, fancy running into you again." His
smile was almost wolfish. "Small world."

"Isn't it?" she replied with an airy bravado
that she didn't actually feel.

Music blasted from the cars stereo system,
at a volume so loud that she could feel the
vibrations in the ground beneath her feet.

Without breaking eye contact, he closed
the car door with a heavy thud, bringing the
racket down to a muffled roar.

When he spoke again, his question surprised
her.

"How have you been, sweetheart?"

Everything in her brain clanged an urgent
warning alarm, screaming at her to use her
common sense and not answer him.

But, common sense took a beating.

"I've been all right," she said softly.

"You...didn't get in trouble the other night
did you...with your mother?"

Buffy shook her head. "No."

"I'm glad." He moved a little closer. "I wouldn't
want you to be...what are they calling it these
days...grounded?"


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And all the night's magic
Seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight
Seems to shine..in your blush
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


He walked in a slow circle around her. "I
meant to tell you the other night...I do
admire your taste in clothes. If that skirt
was any shorter, it would be a belt."

"But," he added, stopping to face her. "It
would be a shame to cover those fantastic
legs of yours."

Buffy's entire body blushed, charming him
as it had the other night.

"So..tell me, sweetheart. What are you doing out
so late at night? Must be way past your bedtime."

Bedtime? What, did he think she was a child?

She placed her hand over the opening of her
bag. "Well, I'm not here for the fresh air."

He laughed. "Very good. I love a girl with a sassy
mouth." He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Es-
pecially when it's as pretty as yours is."

Pausing, he watched her reaction, then said, "You
know that is really adorable. I noticed it the other
night."

"What is?"

"The way you blush when I compliment you."

Buffy swallowed hard, wondering what the hell was
wrong with her, and why she wasn't shoving a sharp
piece of kindling through this creature's heart.

This was something that her watcher had not
prepared her for. Giles had spent countless
hours and a great deal of effort training her to
fight every imaginable type of demon.

Wanting her to be prepared for anything, he'd
rattled on and on about what horrible and hideous
animals vampires were.

But, he'd never mentioned the possibility of
her coming across a vampire that looked neither
horrible nor hideous, a vampire with a beau-
tiful face and form...like a fallen angel.

How was she supposed to deal with a vampire
that made no threatening moves towards her,
but instead disarmed her with flattery and smart
ass charm?

He was speaking again, startling her out of her
thoughts.

"What?" she asked. "What did you..."

"I said that I want to talk to you..but not in the
middle of the street." He turned back towards
his car. "Just let me take care of the car..unless
you'd like to go for a drive?"

Buffy shook her head. "Do I look stupid to you?"

Like she'd EVER crawl into a car with a vampire.

William smiled. "No, sweetheart...you don't look
stupid. You just look very young. Wait here."

And, for some unknown reason, she did just
that.

She stood on the sidewalk and watched as he
parked the car along the curb. He climbed out,
not bothering to lock it, and came back to her.

"Now..where are you off to?"

Buffy lifted her chin and looked him right in
the eyes. "To kill vampires."

She turned and began walking towards the front
gate of Mount Hope Cemetery, surprised when
he fell into step beside her.

He must have noticed the look on her face.

"What? Oh, were you trying to scare me?" he
asked.

Buffy kept walking. "It doesn't bother you?"

"As long as you're not after me, I don't care
how many vampires you kill."

She looked up at him. "That's a weird attitude."

He shook his head. "Not really. There are too
many vamps in this town, and most of them are
too stupid and smelly to be around." Smiling
down at her, he added, "But I hear you've been
doing YOUR part to thin out the herd."

Buffy stopped walking, staring up at him. "Why
are you here?"

William stepped a little closer, bending down to
speak softly in her ear. "I wanted to see you."

"You already saw me."

He shrugged. "I wanted to see more."

Buffy studied his face, searching for the real
meaning behind his words. "You didn't come to
Sunnydale from...wherever you're from...just to
see me."

"No," he agreed. "I had...other reasons. But, once
I was here, I heard a few things about the new
slayer. Decided to see for myself."

"And that's why you came to the Bronze the other
night?"

William nodded. "That's right. I saw you there, dancing
with that boy. You didn't really talk about him. Is
he your...boyfriend?"

"No, I don't have a boyfriend."

He looked genuinely surprised. "A pretty thing like you?
That's a crime against nature. The men in this town
must be blind."

Buffy's cheeks pinked up again as she continued
walking. "Xander's just a friend."

"Just a friend? Tell me, gorgeous...is that HIS idea,
or yours?"

She didn't reply as she walked through the front
gate of Mount Hope.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Can I just have one more moondance
With you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance
With you, my love?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"So, you like to dance?"

The question came out of nowhere, confusing
her. For a moment, she wondered if he was
planning on asking her out on a date.

**Yeah, sure he is. Like he's gonna forget
you're the slayer and want to date your stupid
sixteen year old self**

"Sure, I like to dance," she said. "But, I'm not
all that good at it."

The moment the words left her lips, she wanted
to take them back.

**What are you doing? Fishing for compliments
from a vampire? You're pathetic**

William suddenly stopped in front of her, forcing
her to stop as well.

"I disagree," he said, smiling down at her. "You
dance very well."

Buffy met his intent gaze. "I..I do?"

"Oh, yes," he nodded slowly. "You're very pretty
when you dance." Leaning down, he again spoke
into her ear. "And very..VERY sexy."

A guttural growl from behind her jolted Buffy
out of her daze. She swung around, irritated
at the interruption.

"GO AWAY!!" Pulling a stake out of her bag,
she launched it like a 90mph fastball, straight
into the heart of the vampire lunging towards
her.

Without skipping a beat, not even to watch the
vamp go poof, she turned back and saw approval
in William's _expression. Approval and...something
else.

"Nice shot, sweetheart," he said.

Buffy smiled, feeling show-offy and 'hey, look
at what I can do!'.

"You're good," he continued. "Small wonder they
all want to kill you."

Her smile disappeared instantly. She'd almost
forgotten what he was...almost.

"Is that why YOU'RE here?" she asked, watch-
ing his eyes for the truth. "Did you come to Sunny-
dale to kill me?"

"No." He hesitated a moment. "I came for...a
couple of different reasons."

Waiting for him to continue, she prompted him, "Are
you going to tell me what they are, or should I
guess?"

He stepped a little closer. "Like I said...I'd heard
about you. Wanted to see you for myself."

There was another long pause, forcing her to
ask, "And what else?"

He frowned slightly. Momentarily distracted, he
looked away from her, focusing on some distant
thought or memory.

"The...friend that I'm traveling with is sick. We came
here..to Sunnydale..because it's on..."

Buffy knew without being told. "The Hellmouth?"

"That's right," he murmured, still staring into space.

"Well, did it help?" she asked. "Is your friend better?"

He smiled ruefully and shrugged. "Not really."

"Guess it was a wasted trip, then."

Her comment brought his gaze back to her, and the
nature of his smile changed.

Placing one finger beneath her chin, he tilted
her face up to look into her eyes.

"Not necessarily."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well I want to make love to you tonight
I can't wait til the morning has come
And I know now the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Every nerve ending in her body leapt to
immediate attention.

**Oh, God..oh, God..oh, God...what's he gonna
do? Is he gonna kiss me?**

Her thoughts were fragmented, barely formed
before they melted away to make room for
new ones.

Everything that was "Slayer" in her shouted
danger, with bells and whistles and alarms
exploding in her head.

**No, don't let him do this..don't be stupid..get
away..run away..I can't let him..I..I can't..I
just..oh..oh yes..oh, please..kiss me..kiss me
NOW..I want you to...**

Her body was on fire, vibrating with awareness
of his. She stood before him as though she'd
been nailed to the ground, almost unaware
that her lips were slightly parted and her eyes
half closed.

A bare instant before their lips met, he whis-
pered, "Buffy..."

The sound of her name finally sank through
the daze she was in. Shaking her head to
clear it, she slowly backed away, not stopping
until her backside bumped into the cold marble
wall of a mausoleum.

William followed her, placing both his hands
on the black marble, effectively penning her in.

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked in a silken tone.

Buffy met his steady gaze with her own. "No,"
she said, swallowing hard. "I'm the Slayer. I'm
not afraid of any vampire."

He smiled. "I don't mean are you afraid that I'll
hurt you," he murmured, leaning closer. "Are
you afraid that I'll kiss you...and that you'll
like it if I do?"

The physical symptoms of arousal knocked her
for a loop. Her breasts felt intensely sensitive
against the lace of her bra, and there was a
wet loosening between her thighs.

"I..I told you," she managed to say. "I'm not
afraid of...what are you DOING?" Her voice
slid up the scale in a mild panic.

One of his hands left the wall, briefly caressed
her cheek, then moved down her throat.

"Shh...relax, beautiful," he said quietly. "I'm
not going to hurt you. Why would I want to hurt
anything so pretty? There isn't enough true
beauty in the world as it is...it's not to be
wasted."

Slipping one hand around the back of her
neck, he applied a tiny amount of pressure
to pull her closer. "God, you ARE lovely," he
whispered fervently.

Buffy tried to speak, but she was so caught
up in the moment that all she could manage
was a soft whimper.

Slowly, not wanting to frighten her, he leaned
down to kiss the tender skin of her throat.

Instinctively, she raised her hands to push him
away before he could summon his demon to
sink it's fangs into her flesh.

"No..no don't," she pleaded frantically.

He sensed her panic and pulled back from
her.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"S..seventeen...almost."

"Just a baby," he murmured, then narrowed his
eyes. "Are you a virgin?"

No one had ever asked her such an intimate
question before. She was so embarrassed
that she didn't know whether to run away or
stand there and burst into tears.

"Yes," she finally said, her voice almost in-
audible.

His eyes kindled with new heat. "Wonderful,"
he muttered.

She honestly couldn't tell if he was pleased
or not by her admission. "Does..does that mean
you don't want to...to..." She couldn't make
herself say it.

"Oh, no," he said. "It doesn't mean I don't want
to. I definitely want to." One finger gently smoothed
back a lock of her hair. "What it DOES mean, is
that I'll need to be very gentle with you when I do."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true dear
There and then I will make you my own...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy pressed her head back into the un-
yielding stone, as she stared into the eyes
of a vampire who had all but just told her that
he intended to be her first lover.

"I don't understand any of this," she said
helplessly.

"I know," he replied, tracing his finger across
her cheek. "I'm not sure I understand any
better than you do. But, I DO know that I
want you...I've wanted you from the minute
I first saw you dancing."

He moved a little closer, his lips almost on
hers. "I want you to dance with me." His
voice was low and rife with seduction. "Here..in
the moonlight."

Buffy's lips parted on a sigh, her eyes drifting
closed.

"Will you dance with me, sweetheart?" William
asked, brushing her cheek lightly with his
lips.

"Yes," Buffy whispered, not opening her eyes,
desperate not to disturb the magic that was
happening here. "I'll dance with you...."



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And every time I touch you
You just tremble inside
And I know how much you
Want me...that you can't hide...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


He brought his mouth down on hers with
a tenderness she would never have expected
from one of his nature.

Cupping her face in his hands, he swept
his thumbs over the warm skin of her
cheeks as he kissed her.

She didn't even TRY to fight him off, too
completely undone by the feel of his mouth
moving against hers.

Her head was spinning, keeping a frantic pace
with her heartbeat.

**Have I ever been kissed before tonight? Why
can't I remember? Not one single time...not
one single kiss..**

Her thoughts once again fragmented. They
tumbled through her mind like a kaleidoscope,
forming brief and colorful patterns, and then
shattering to pieces.

**You never told me about this Giles. You told
me about death and blood and unredeemable
evil...and the monsters that would try to kill
me. You taught me how to deal with them...but
you NEVER taught me how to deal with this..**

She mentally shrugged. She'd have to figure it
out for herself.

Moaning softly, she began to return Williams's
kiss with a passion she'd never dreamed herself
capable of.

Breaking away for an instant, his mouth found
the soft skin below her ear. "Mmm..I love that
sound you're making."

He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her in
place while he covered her face with moist, hard
kisses, before returning to her lips.

The kiss deepened, becoming even more intimate,
as he parted her lips with his tongue and slipped
it inside her mouth to find hers.

Releasing his hold on her hair, he wrapped his
arms around her tiny waist, molding her upper
body against his.

She responded instantly. Moving her arms up and
around his neck, she tilted her head slightly,
changing the angle of the kiss.

When she couldn't go another second without
breathing, she broke away and panted for air.

His mouth trailed across her cheek, seeking the
vulnerable flesh of her throat, easily locating
the place where the blood pulsed visibly.

Once again, she tensed, wondering if she was
about to be taught a harsh lesson on the stu-
pidity of trusting a vampire, even a beautiful
one.

"Relax, darling," he whispered against her
neck as he kissed and nuzzled it, one hand
moving to stroke her hair. "I swear I won't hurt
you."

When he felt her soften in his arms again, he
was forcibly struck by a sudden realization. He
couldn't hurt her...even if he'd wanted to. She was
simply too soft and warm and sweet to even think
of harming.

As he buried his face in her hair, he couldn't
help comparing her to Drusilla. Buffy smelled
of sunshine and flowers and life.

Drusilla smelled only of blood and death.

Buffy's body was deliciously rounded and
firm, and glowing with health. Her full breasts
pressed against his shirt front, driving him
insane with the desire to bare them to his
touch and his kiss.

Dru was thin and fragile, and he was afraid
to hold her too tightly. Her body seemed
almost boyish these days, as the flesh
seemed to melt from her bones.

Buffy tasted of strawberries, ripe and warm
from the sun. Her small even teeth were
white and perfectly formed, her little tongue
as curious as a kitten's when it explored his.

Drusilla hadn't kissed him in months. Hadn't
even wanted to. Had actually turned her face
away when he had tried, pleading exhaustion.

He loved Drusilla...he truly did. But..but how
could he not love this beautiful girl in his arms,
this angel who looked up at him with trusting
eyes and responded so naturally to his advances?

How could any man hold her..touch her..and
not love her forever?

As his tongue traced the throbbing artery
beneath her skin, she moaned weakly and
slipped her hand behind his neck, pressing him
down harder.

"Deeper," she begged in a whisper, not really
sure what she was asking for.

But he seemed to know. She felt him hesitate,
then said "No" against her skin.

A soft sound of disappointment died in her
throat when she felt him sucking hard on her
flesh, not breaking the skin, and she knew she'd
have a bruise there tomorrow.

Before her muddled mind knew what he was
doing, she felt him deftly undoing the first
few buttons of her blouse.

She panicked again, and grabbed hold of his
wrists to prevent his hands from roaming any
further.

"It's all right, love," he soothed her. "Don't
be frightened."

His hands released their grip on her blouse and
moved away. lightly skimming over the sides
of her breasts.

She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise.

"See?" He smiled. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

Her shining eyes told him that it did.

"It can be even better," he promised. "Let me
show you."

With another gentle kiss, he returned his hands
to the fastenings of her shirt. Moving quickly,
before she could change her mind, he pulled
the garment open to reveal the full mounds of
her breasts, encased in white lace and satin.

"Lovely," he whispered, twisting open the
front clasp of her bra, baring her skin to the
cool air and his heated gaze.

Before she could even think to form some
sort of protest, he lowered his head and
pressed a lingering kiss on each hard
nipple.

"Oh...oh, God," she moaned, as her head
dropped back a little. The ground fell away
from beneath her, as her entire body shivered
with chills, then flushed with fever...as though
it couldn't make up it's mind.

His tongue traced wet circles around the
rigid peaks, and he didn't know what he liked
more...the feel and taste of her sweetness, or
the sounds of pleasure he was coaxing from
her.

She could feel him begin to pull back. Not
wanting the icy hot thrill to end, she tangled
her fingers in his silky blonde hair, pressing
him down harder on her tingling skin.

"Mmm..you're so pretty," he whispered, his
hands sliding up her back. "You smell so good,
and your skin is so soft...so warm."

"Oh, don't stop," she pleaded, her mind racing
with one thought...**I'm going to hell for this. I
just know it...straight to hell..**

"Don't worry. I won't," he vowed. Pulling the
sides of her blouse together, he slipped one
arm behind her back and the other behind her
knees, picking her up and holding her tightly
against his chest.

Capturing her mouth with his, he began to turn
in a circle, slowly at first, then faster, until she
pulled away and let her head fall back, laughing
like a child on a merry-go-round.

"What are you doing?" she asked, closing her
eyes to enjoy the dizzy rapture.

"Dancing with you, gorgeous," he said. "Put
your arms around me."

She did as he asked, twining her arms around
his neck as she laid her cheek against his
shoulder.

He stopped suddenly, and kissed her long and
hard on the mouth. "Do you believe in fate?" he
asked.

Buffy smiled. "I don't know."

"What about...love at first sight?"

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Are..are
you saying that you love me? That's crazy, you
know."

He nodded. "Maybe it is. But I don't want to be anywhere,
with anyone else..but you."

Kissing her once more, he turned and carried her
towards the front gate of the cemetery.

"Where are we going?" she asked, not
really caring, as long as she was with him.

He smiled down at her. "Somewhere we can be
alone."

"We ARE alone," she reminded him.

"Somewhere nicer."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One more dance with you in the
moonlight...
On a magic night....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~




TBC.....

(So, what do you think of THIS Spike? He
get your motors running at all?)

Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com

Summary: This is a retelling
of the way Spike and Buffy met. Set around
the time of 'School Hard'. For the purpose
of the story, Angel does not exist and
Spike is a little....different.




Part Four...

Somewhere in the Night


~~~~~~~~~~
Time, you found time enough to love
And I found love enough to hold you
So tonight, I'll stir the fire you feel inside
Until the flames of love enfold you
~~~~~~~~~~



"This is a nice car."

"You like it, sweetheart?"

"Yeah. It's very...very big," Buffy finished lamely.

He smiled as he reached for her. "Come over
here," he said, as he pulled her across the
cold leather seat, wrapping one arm around
her to keep her close.

She examined the interior of the car. It was
in perfect condition. Even though the thing had
to be close to thirty years old, it was obviously
well cared for.

"Where are we going?" she asked, trying to see
out of windows that were tinted nearly black.

"Not far," he replied, pressing a soft kiss against
her hair.

Though outwardly calm, inside she was mass of
jangled nerves, wondering yet again if she was
making a horrible error in judgement.

**Okay...next red light, I'm jumping out..**

His fingers were playing in her hair, twining
the strands around them and stroking them
with his thumb.

**All right, NEXT red light, for sure.**

As though he could hear her internal struggle,
he tightened his arm around her. "Almost there."

**Well...can't say I didn't TRY to get away. I de-
finitely** She glanced up and caught his eyes
watching her. **...THOUGHT about trying to get
away...for a second...**

Less than five minutes later, the car turned onto
Ocean Front Road, and pulled into a large
parking lot.

By straining her eyes, she could make out the
words of a sign glowing in gold neon.

SEA BREEZE INN
HOTEL FACILITIES OR
INDIVIDUAL COTTAGES

At the bottom of the sign, the word VACANCY
blinked steadily on and off.

He pulled the car into a parking place near
the office and cut the engine. Opening his
door, he turned to Buffy.

"Be right back, love."

She watched as he crossed the gravel lot to the
hotel's office and went inside.

**Okay, now's your chance, stupid. Run for your
sorry life..**

She was still mentally kicking herself in the
rear when the door she was squeezed up
against opened, nearly spilling her out onto
the ground.

Before she could right herself, William caught
her.

"Be careful. You don't watch to scratch your
beautiful skin, do you?"

"Thanks." She took the hand he offered her
and stepped out of the car. Standing beside
him, an immovable object, she swallowed
hard.

He sensed her hesitation and, sliding one arm
around her waist, he cupped her chin in his
free hand and lifted it until she met his eyes.

Leaning down until their lips nearly touched,
he asked, "Do you want to leave?"

Buffy gazed up into his fathomless blue eyes...
and was lost.

Common sense could take a flying leap at the
moon. She wanted this, possibly more than
she'd ever wanted anything, and wanting some-
thing that badly was not without its risks.

She raised one hand and touched his cheek. "No."

Taking hold of that hand, he smiled and pressed a
long and tender kiss into the palm. "Then come with
me."


~~~~~~~~~~
Laying beside you, lost in the feeling
So glad you opened my door, come with me...
~~~~~~~~~~


He guided her in the direction of the last cottage
in the row. Unlocking the door, he reached inside
and flicked a wall switch, casting the room in a
mellow, golden glow.

Buffy let out a surprised squeak when he suddenly
picked her up and carried her into the room, closing
the door with a kick of one foot.

She looked around the room with wide eyes.

**Well...if I'm going to lose my virginity, this
is a great place to lose it...and a great bed to
lose it in..**

It was a queen sized bed, with a beautiful brass
head and foot board, accented with porcelain knobs
that had small peach colored rosebuds painted on
them.

A peach satin comforter and a huge mound of
matching lace and satin pillows adorned the bed.

He set her on her feet, slipping his arms around
her waist from behind. "You like?" he asked softly
in her ear.

Buffy nodded, her body shivering deliciously at
his touch.

The room was furnished in the old fashioned antique
style her mother liked. There was an immense oak
armoire, a chest of drawers with a matching vanity
table, two nightstands holding matching crystal
lamps, and a pair of armchairs facing a working fire-
place.

The mantle had a small brass clock in the middle
of it, and she averted her eyes, not wanting to know
what time it was, or how much time they would
have here.

There was a picture window on the wall facing
the ocean, and sheer lace panels hung to the
floor, flanked by thick brocade draperies pulled
back into swags.

Still avoiding the clock, she crossed the room and
parted the lace curtains. It was too dark to really
see the ocean, but the window was cracked open
a little, and she could hear the waves impacting on
sand and rock.

A thin ribbon of moonlight danced on the surface
of the water, bouncing around with the ocean's
unrest.

She was so completely engrossed by it all, that
she didn't know he had joined her until she felt
him place his hands on her waist.

He lowered his head and kissed the side of her
neck, and this time, she didn't tense up, a fact
which seemed to please him.

"That's my girl," he said softly, leaving a trail of
moist kisses on her skin. "Do you like that?"

She tilted her head a little and closed her eyes.

"Yes," she smiled. "More."

Brushing her hair aside, he lavished the other
side of her neck with the same sweet touches.

"You smell so good," he said, biting gently on
her ear lobe. "Like roses."

She laughed.

"What?" he asked, tightening his arms around her.

"Tickles," she said, laughing again.

"Should I stop?" He smiled against her skin.

She shook here head. "No, don't." Turning in
his arms, she looked up at him. "I like it," she
confessed.

He gazed down into her large green eyes, content
to drown in them if that should be her pleasure.

Raising one hand, he brushed the back of it
over the rounded curve of her cheek.

"You're skin is so soft...so warm. Like a ripe peach
in the sunshine." He traced a finger along the curve
of her lower lip. "And that mouth...that beautiful..sen-
suous mouth."

Buffy's head was spinning from both his touch
and the compliments he lavished on her. She'd
never had a boy talk to her like this before, saying
such romantic and arousing things.

**Guess that's the difference between a boy and
a man. Now I know what I want...and it's not a boy.
I want a man...I want THIS man.**

"Come here, I want to show you something." He
shed his coat and and took her hand, pulling her
across the room and into the adjoining bathroom.

Buffy gasped. What a bathroom!

Pale peach colored tile surrounded a large por-
celain tub. It was a slightly darker shade of
peach, with a brass faucet and handles.

One wall was papered in a pattern of small
peach and pink flowers, with light green leaves.
The sink matched the bathtub, and had the same
brass fixtures.

On the end of the counter there was a stack of
thick cream colored bath towels sitting next to a
small silver tray containing an assortment of
bath soaps and gels in different fragrances.

The lighting was soft, with a peachy glow, giving
the room an air of supreme romance.

Buffy was nearly speechless. "This is...this is just..."

"Nice, huh?"

"Are you kidding me?" she asked in amazement. "If
I had a bathroom like this at home, I'd never come out
of it."

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Would you like
to take a bath? Be a shame not to take advantage of
it."

Buffy just shook her head. "I want to be with you."

"You will be, darling."

Her heart did a somersault as she blushed from head
to toe. "You..you mean..together?" she stammered,
shaking her head again. "Oh, I couldn't...I just..."

"Never mind," he said. "I was teasing you.
You're not ready for that...just yet."

Taking both her hands in his, he walked backwards and
led her out of the bathroom, then sat in one of the arm-
chairs and pulled her down into his lap.

With his arms encircling her possessively, he kissed
her cheek. "Are you frightened?"

Buffy shrugged. "Not frightened...just..."

"Nervous?"

"Well...yeah."

He smiled and brushed her hair back from her
face. "You're so young. I don't think I should do
this."

She didn't know whether to be completely relieved
or horribly disappointed. What had happened? Why
didn't he want her anymore?

Was she too young...or not pretty enough...or was
it because she was the slayer?"

He seemed to be reading her mind. "It's not that I
don't want you...because I do. I wanted you the
minute I saw you." He smiled as he hurried to
reassure her. "You're very beautiful, and I'm
extremely attracted to you."

She swallowed hard. "Then..then why?"

He sighed. "Because..believe it or not..I'm starting
to feel guilty about stealing your innocence."

Guilty? Buffy was confused at this notion. Since when
did vampires feel guilty about anything? She'd always
been under the impression that they would maim, murder,
rape and steal without a second thought. That they
would eradicate an entire populace, then sleep like
babies at...during the day.

But she was now learning that vampires could be
just as different from one another as people could.

She struggled for the right reply, but could only come
up with, "Someone's going to do it anyway...someday."

He nodded in agreement. Yes. Someday," he empha-
sized. "When you're a little older."

"But I'm getting older every day," she protested. "That
should count for something."

Suddenly afraid that her words would not convince him,
she cupped her hands around his face and drew him
down, placing her lips lightly against his. "Please..." she
whispered.

He groaned softly as he felt her part her lips beneath
his, and his arms tightened automatically.

They spent the next few moments doing nothing
more than kissing. Starting out slow, then gradually
increasing in intensity, their mouths moved against
each others with with desperate hunger.

Buffy became very still when she felt William's
hand working at the buttons of her blouse. When
they were all undone, he began to ease the garment
down her arms and off.

Pausing a moment to admire the combination of
creamy skin and ivory lace, he opened the clasp
of her bra. Without moving the two halves apart,
he pressed his lips to the silken hollow between
her breasts.

After what seemed like forever, he peeled the
lingerie away from her skin, baring her breasts
completely.

Without hesitating, wanting to relive that maddening
plunge into total abandon, she arched her back,
offering her lush curves to his touch.

When she felt his mouth on her skin, her head
dropped back and she closed her eyes.

He ran his tongue all over and around the ample
mounds, kissing and licking the undercurves
and the sides, nuzzling the space between them

Buffy was panting in his arms, balancing on the
razor's edge, waiting...

The tips of her breasts were almost painfully hard,
anticipating the relief that his tongue and his mouth
would provide from the throbbing ache he had induced
in her, as he played her body like a perfectly tuned
instrument.


~~~~~~~~~~
Somewhere in the night we will know
Everything lovers can know
You're my song, music too magic to end
I'll play you over and over again...
~~~~~~~~~~


He glanced into her eyes, briefly, then
looked back down and cupped his hand
beneath one breast.

Lowering his head just a tiny bit more, he
lifted her rounded flesh and covered the
tight aching nipple with his mouth, sucking
it gently as he swirled his tongue around
it.

Buffy nearly screamed. She had never been
touched like this before. The quick explorations
she had made of her own body had not produced
anything close to this avalanche of raw ecstasy.

He sat her up on his lap, helping her straddle
him. Taking both her breasts into his hands,
he squeezed and fondled them, gently pinching
her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Her breathing was ragged and eyes were un-
focused as she squirmed on his thighs, making
him groan at the contact.

"You're amazing," he whispered, kissing her
taut nipples. "So responsive."

He couldn't believe his good fortune, couldn't
believe that he would be the man to introduce
her to all the pleasures to be found in the act of
lovemaking.

He didn't even try and kid himself into thinking that
this was just sex, just the mindless and anonymous
fucking of a willing and nubile young female.

There was far more between them than that, and
it made him wonder if this whole thing hadn't
been orchestrated centuries ago by someone
far wiser than he could ever hope to be.

Whatever the whys and wherefores, he was here
now. He was going to teach this beautiful girl
everything he knew, and his knowledge, gleaned
from more than a century of experience, was vast
indeed.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he said, "Hold
on, sweetheart," and stood up, carrying her to the bed.

Depositing his little bundle of softness on the
mattress, he caught her seeking hands and kissed
them, then put them firmly away.

"Wait a minute," he said, reaching for the zipper on
the back of her skirt. "I want you naked. I want to see
every inch of your skin, touch it and kiss it.

Buffy lifted her hips, aiding his efforts. He pulled the
skirt down and off, then removed her shoes and placed
them on the floor.

He peeled off her pantyhose, keeping them within
reach, in case they made it to the point of playing
little games later.

Her panties were made of the same ivory lace and
satin as her bra, and were extremely brief, really
nothing but little wisps of fabric.

He hooked his fingers in the sides, and slowly
tugged them down, revealing the moist center of
her body. The heat emanating from her was intense,
and the scent was making him dizzy.

Tossing her panties to one side, he placed his
hands on her thighs and began to part them.

She instinctively tried to keep them closed as a
wave of shyness nearly took her under.

William glanced up at her. "Please?" he asked,
stroking her soft skin. "Let me see."

Slowly, gradually, she allowed him to spread her
legs. The muscles in her thighs quivered beneath
his hands and he massaged them until she began
to relax and become more comfortable with his
scrunity.

Forcing himself to remember that she was very
young and completely untried, he kept his movements
slow and gentle. There would be another time for
wild and uncontrollable passion, for the game of
domination and submission.

This girl was a shy and unbroken little filly. She
had to be treated properly, coaxed and caressed
until she was all softness and eager sweetness in
his arms.

It would take time, but she would be worth the effort.

So engrossed was he in his perusal of her, he almost
failed to notice that his shy little kitten was becoming
bolder all on her own.

She was methodically working at the buttons of his
shirt, tugging it from the waistband of his jeans.

Discarding his shirt, he yanked off the black cotton
t-shirt he wore beneath it, then sat up and tugged
his boots and socks off.

When he had only one garment left, she suddenly
lost her nerve.

He worked open the stiff buckle of his belt and left
it hanging loose, then took her hands and placed
them in position to unbutton his jeans.

She hesitated, and he tilted his head and smiled
at her.

"Don't you want to see?" he asked. "Aren't you even
a little bit curious?"

Buffy blushed. "I've...well, I've already..."

"Now, sweetheart," he said, shaking his head. "Don't
tell me that you've seen a man naked before...or I
shall be very...very...jealous."

She couldn't meet his eyes. "No...just babies..you know,
from babysitting."

"Good," he said, satisfied. The idea of her looking at or
possibly touching another man did not sit well with
him, just as the thought of another man touching her
made him downright angry.

This girl belonged to HIM now, and he would happily
kill any man who tried to prove differently.

He'd always had a jealous nature, and he'd given
up trying to control it a long time ago.

"Just undo the buttons for now," he said. "Then
we'll take it from there."

She tried, but her movements were clumsy,
due to her inexperience, and the very hard bulge
she kept brushing her fingers against, which
seemed to get bigger every time she did.

Buffy had been so engrossed in trying to do
what he wanted that she'd forgotten to be
embarrassed at her nudity. When he finally
put her hands away from him and began to open
the buttons himself, she remembered that she
was just lying there, bare ass naked.

She reached for part of the comforter, draping
it over herself in the places she felt the most
exposed.

Glancing up at him, she saw the amusement in
his eyes.

"I'm only allowing that because you look so sexy
with that satin covering you in certain places and
exposing you in others," he said, gesturing at her
bare legs and shoulders.

Thanking God that she had shaved her legs and
underarms when she'd showered earlier, Buffy
tried to control her blush.

Unable to stop herself, she peeked out of the
corner of her eye when he had all the fastenings
open on his jeans....

And almost turned purple when she was made
intimately aware that he didn't bother with under-
wear of any variety..boxers OR briefs.

Chuckling inwardly, he stood up and removed his
trousers, then knelt on the bed beside her.

Buffy's gaze skipped around as she looked at
everything in the room except for...IT.

"Look at me," he said firmly, then softened his
tone. "We'll never get any further if you can't even
bring yourself to look at me, sweetheart."

Feeling foolish, she finally turned her gaze upon
his most..intimate..attribute.

Although it was a handsome specimen of man-
hood, she was a little shocked at its size. It
certainly didn't look like anything that would fit
inside of her, making her wonder if perhaps she
was too small.

He knew what was on her mind just by watching
the play of emotion on her face. "Don't look so
worried, love," he said. "It'll fit."

She looked at him, uncertainly. "Will it hurt?"

"Probably," he admitted. "At first. But there are
things I can do for you...TO you...to make sure it
doesn't hurt for long."

Oh, yes...foreplay. She had read about that in the
issues of Cosmo that her mother thought were so
well hidden in the bottom of her mending basket.

There were lots of different kinds of foreplay, physical
and verbal, and it was designed to prepare the body for
intercourse by stimulating the...

**God...I'm starting to sound like Willow..**

He moved a little closer, and his erection swayed
a little with his movement. All of a sudden, she
couldn't take her eyes off of it.

She had no previous experience to compare him
with but she was fairly certain that, as male organs
went, his was a pretty good size. It jutted straight out
away from his body, announcing his pure and unadult-
erated masculinity to anyone who cared to look.

Wide at the base, it sprang from a thatch of medium
brown curls, tapering to a blunt, bell shaped head.

Something about it seemed wrong, not in an unattractive
way, but in a out-of-place way. It took her a moment to
realize what it was.

He was circumcised.

She had done enough baby sitting of little boys to
have seen both the cut and the uncut version. The
first time she'd seen an uncircumcised penis, she
had described it to her mother and demanded to know
what in the world was wrong with the baby's privates.

Her mom had laughed until she gave herself the
hiccups, then explained the social, medical, and
religious history of the practice to Buffy.

One thing her mother had been pretty clear on was
that routine circumcision was a fairly recent practice.
It certainly hadn't been common back when William
must have been born.

That train of thought immediately jumped to another
one. She had no idea when he'd been born, or when
he'd become a vampire. It could have been five years
ago or five hundred years ago, for all she knew.

"What in the world are you thinking with that very
serious expression on your face?" he asked, sounding
highly amused.

There was no delicate way around this, so she jumped
right in. "I noticed that you're..that you don't have a..."
she gestured with her hand.

Although tempted to tease her by announcing that he
most certainly did have one, couldn't she see it right
there in front of her face, he forced himself not to and
took the comment he knew she was trying to make
seriously.

"You noticed that I'm circumcised," he said, filling in
the blank for her. "And you know that wasn't common
back when I was first born."

"Well," she shrugged, "my mother told me..."

He had absolutely no idea how to inform her of the
circumstances that had led up to the loss of his
foreskin. How did you tell a young and virginal girl
about getting so drunk you couldn't see straight,
and allowing yourself to accept a dare like the one
he'd accepted nearly twenty-two years ago...to be
circumcised without benefit of any anesthetic.

Actually, it wasn't a memory he cared to bring
up, and whenever he did think about it, he thanked
any and all powers that he'd at least had the sense
to reject the first method of circumcision he'd been
dared to undergo.

After he'd had it done, and it had healed, he
was pleased with the results. It was nice not to hear
the comment "Ewww...what IS that?" every time he
dropped his pants.

"Let's just say...I find this to be more convenient. And
hygienic," he said, hoping she would leave it at that.

Buffy shrugged. "I like the way they look this way much
better," she said, before she could stop herself. Realizing
what she had let slip out of her mouth, she looked up
at him and turned bright red once again. "I...I just mean..."

He just shook his head. "I know what you meant," he
said tenderly. "You know, every time I think you can't
possibly get any more adorable...you prove me wrong."

Nearly overcome with embarrassment, she tried to
get out of the bed, but his arm shot out and prevented
it.

Holding her firmly in place, he stretched out next to
her. "I'm not laughing at you, darling, I promise I'm
not," he said sincerely. "Now come here and kiss me."

Without thinking twice, she did as he asked.

He drew her into his arms, molding her upper body
against his, then rolled her over until he was above
and she below.

She felt his erection rubbing against her thigh, and
it evoked a suprising rush of moisture from between
her legs.

As he ravaged her mouth with his tongue, he sent one
hand down to fondle her breasts, repeating all the
touches she'd enjoyed so much before. When he sensed
her need for air, he released her mouth and moved
down the smooth column of her throat and over the
upper curve of her chest, finally coming to rest on the
diamond hard bud of her right breast.

He played there for a long time, lingering over her
sweetness, drawing and sucking and licking until
she was nearly mindless with the sensations rocketing
through her.

"God," he moaned. "You have such beautiful breasts. So
soft and warm...and they're surprisingly full for such a
tiny little girl."

She stroked his hair and the back of his neck. "More,"
she begged.

He obliged her instantly. Taking one nipple into his
mouth, he rubbed his tongue against it, then nipped
it gently with his teeth. As he sucked one nipple, he
fingered the other one, pinching and tugging at it.

His cock felt hard enough to cut glass, and he knew he
had to get a little relief soon. Just as he was pondering
the possiblity of suggesting that she try touching him again,
she flabbergasted him by sliding her hands down his
back and over his rear, squeezing the firm muscle of his
ass.

"Mmmm..." he moaned, without releasing her breast
from his mouth.

She gasped from the feel of the vibration, and rewarded
him for it by cautiously moving one hand around his front,
brushing her little fingers against the base of his cock.

Releasing her from his mouth, he grunted, "Good girl...are
you all right?"

"Yes," she panted. "Tell me...tell me what to do."

Her words made his mind reel with unbelievable possi-
bilities. Since he couldn't ask his virginal little slayer to
just slide on down between his legs and suck him off till he
creamed all over her, he forced himself to stay calm.

"Just...wrap your little fingers around it. That's right..now
squeeze a little...ahh, good...a little harder...oh yes...per-
fect..oh, my baby...that's so good..."

His encouraging words were making her bolder, and she
instinctively began to slide her cupped hand up and down
the length of his hard shaft, rubbing the tip of it with her
thumb when she felt fluid oozing from it.

She was a little disappointed when he pulled away
from her hand, She'd just been catching on to the
rhythm, enjoying the hard thrust of his flesh in her
hand and the noises emanating from his throat.

"What's wrong?" she asked, as he rolled onto
his back, his eyes shut tight. "Did..did I hurt you or
something?"

"No..you didn't hurt me at all, angelface. I was..I
was about to...lose control. God, I can't believe it. I
haven't come that close to losing it since I was a
teenage boy." He smiled up at her. "See, that's what
YOU do to me."

She felt a wave of feminine power come over her. Just
knowing that she'd been the one to drive him to the
brink of...the brink of...well, whatever...was exciting her
even more.

He could see she was starting to gain confidence, and
he decided to see if she was ready for something a
little more intimate.

Urging her onto her back, he stroked her touseled
hair back from her face and kissed her quickly. As he
did, he moved his hand down and gently wedged it
between her thighs.

She tensed, and he pulled away to whisper in her
ear. "Please, love..please...I want to touch you, too."

His gentleness and soft words seduced her into relaxing
the vise clamp she'd made of her thighs. Opening them
just a little, she allowed his fingers to slip in and touch
her in the most intimate place on her body.

He resumed his attentions to her breasts, sucking and
licking her nipples, until she was wet and loose between
her legs.

Using one finger, he carefully located her clitoris and began
to rub it gently, slowly, as he continued to nurse at her
breast.

Buffy was then knocked flat by a wave of the most intense
pleasure she'd felt so far. It radiated from her inner core,
and flowed out through all her muscles, making her skin
tingle and her hips jerk upwards, seeking....something more.

She was moaning and sighing, her head thrashing back
and forth on the pillow. So engrossed was she in this new
sensation, she barely felt him leave her breast and move
down in the bed. Pushing her legs a little farther apart, he
kissed her inner thighs, and nuzzled the neatly trimmed
patch of soft curls that guarded her sex.

Her scent was intoxicating, like nothing he'd ever smelled
before, and he wanted to wallow in it, to lose himself in
it. And if her scent was this sweet...how wonderful would
she taste?

He had to know...couldn't wait another second to find out.

With her legs splayed wantonly apart, she felt him begin
to apply his tongue to the cleft of her sex. He slid it wetly
up and down, licking up all the moisture her body was
producing for him.

Digging her heel's into the mattress, Buffy lifted her hips,
trying to rub herself against him in the right place, that
wonderfully pleasureable place he'd been touching with
the tip of his finger.

"Pleaseohpleaseohplease..." she whined, wanting it so
desperately it was nearly painful.

She didn't know how to ask, but he didn't need to be
asked to know what it was she needed. Lifting her with
his hands beneath the soft flesh of her bottom, he plunged
his tongue into her, then began to slide it in and out, only
pausing to suck on that hot little button that was driving
her mad.

"So sweet," he whispered, licking her with broad strokes
of his tongue. "So sweet and juicy...like fruit...ripe and
tangy..on my tongue."

Her breathing was escalating almost to the point of
hyperventilation.

He leaned down again and sucked on her clit, then
used one finger to just lightly rub her labia, careful not
to probe it too deeply.

Desperate for release, she writhed and twisted in
his hold, using her own hands to help by sliding her
fingers into his curls and pressing him down harder.

Orgasm hit her suddenly, making her scream, making
her hips lunge upwards as he clamped his mouth
around her and sucked as hard as he could, rubbing
her clit with his tongue.

As she began to relax, to force herself to loosen
the grip she had taken with her thighs, she made
a hazy decision to never, ever, leave this bed again.

Not as long as he was in it with her.


~~~~~~~~~~
Loving so warm, moving so right
Closing our eyes, and feeling the light
We'll just go on burning bright
Somewhere in the night.....
~~~~~~~~~~



TBC....

Still with me?

Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne [snapkik@yahoo.com]
Disclaimer: Not mine
Feedback: Yes, please.
Rating: NC-17

Part 5....

Somewhere In The Night (cont..)


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You'll sleep, when the morning comes
And I'll lie and watch you sleeping...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"Teach me more."

The words were softly spoken, but their
impact on him was massive.

Pushing his fingers deep into her mussed
hair, he pulled back until her neck was arched.

"I have so much to teach you," he said
fiercely, "I hardly know where to begin."

She smiled. "I promise to be a good student
and work hard."

"I should warn you, darling, there will be a lot of
studying involved, not to mention lengthy
examinations."

She touched his lower lip with one finger.
"Do you grade on a curve?"

He shrugged, glancing down at himself
then back at her. "Well, I suppose there's
a bit of a curve to it..."

Her brow furrowed. "Huh?"

"Never mind." Her genuine bewilderment
nearly made him laugh out loud. Such an
innocent, this little slayer was.

He leaned down and kissed the confusion
away from her expression. "Did you like that?
What I just did to you?"

Buffy's cheeks turned pink, right on cue. "Yes.
I loved it. I've...never felt anything like that,
and...at the end..."

He looked at her with narrowed eyes. "What..are
you saying you've never come before?"

She hid her face against his chest. "No," she
whispered.

"Even by yourself?"

She shook her head.

He was more than a little surprised. Sixteen
years old and never had an orgasm of any kind.

"My poor baby," he said, kissing her forehead
gently. "That must have been so frustrating for
you."

She looked at him as though she wanted
to tell him something, but didn't know how to
express herself, or perhaps she was just too
shy to bring it up.

"What, honey?" he coaxed. "Do you want to say
something?"

Buffy hesitated for a long while, but he didn't
push her on it. Finally, she took a deep breath.

"Sometimes...when I'm taking a shower...well,
we have this kind of detatchable faucet...and it
has these...settings on it..."

"Yeah...?"

She turned her head, and began to pick at a
loose thread on the comforter. "I...I sort of..
of..."

"It's all right," he said, rubbing his cheek against
hers. "I know what you're saying."

But she shook her head. "No...I'm saying that..
I wasn't...I couldn't..." She shrugged helplessly. "Not
until here..with you."

He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "God,
you're wonderful," he said. "So sweet. Such a
little girl...and such an incredible woman...both at
the same time."

She was probably the most naturally sensuous
creature he'd ever come across in his long and
checkered career. Everything about her indicated
a depth of experience well beyond her tender years.

The way she walked, the way she danced, even
her mannerisms, like the way she would tilt her
head and look at him from beneath the silky
fringe of her bangs, or the way she would nibble
at her lower lip while she was thinking about
something...all these things made her appear
to be a woman who knew what she was doing.

But, outward appearances notwithstanding, in-
side she was innocence personified, with seemingly
no idea that the little things she did could drive
a man mad with lust.

It was a good thing she knew how to protect her-
self. Otherwise, she would be an easy target for
a predator of the human variety, the kind of man
who couldn't take "Go to hell" for an answer.

There were too many men walking around these
days thinking that they were God's gift to women,
not realizing that it was the other way around.

He, personally, found women to be the most won-
derful idea any benevolent deity ever had, and he
kept that in the front of his mind every time he took
one to his bed.

Vampire though he may be, he'd never gotten his
rocks off by hurting a girl in bed, and he'd never
once committed a rape, no matter how much a
woman SEEMED to be offering herself.

There were a lot of men, he knew, that probably
thought Buffy was asking for it on a daily basis,
and no doubt felt that they were the right ones
to give it to her.

Just the thought of some man thinking such
things about her, let alone trying to do something
about it, made him angry as hell.

"What are you thinking about?"

The softly asked question broke through his
meandering mind.

"I'm thinking about, you, gorgeous," he said,
slipping his fingers through the silky strands of
her hair. "And how much I like being here with
you."

"Really?" she asked anxiously.

"Yes," he replied promptly. "And now...where were
we again?"

She giggled. "You were saying something about
teaching me something new."

"Oh, yes...how could I have forgotten?"

He bent his head to kiss her, but she put her
fingers against his lips.

"I was wondering.." she began.

"Wondering what, honey?"

She took another deep breath and spoke quickly,
before her nerve completely deserted her. "What
you were doing to me before? Do...do YOU like
that?"

He smiled. "Giving it...or getting it?" Before she
could start stammering out a confused answer,
he said, "Yes...to both parts."

Unbelievably, her little hand began to creep down
his side and then bravely reached for the part of him
that hadn't lost any of it's hard urgency.

Her boldness surprised..and thrilled him. When he
felt her warm little fingers wrapping securely around
his cock, he hissed through his teeth. "God...baby...
when you touch me, it's..."

"It's what?" she asked, smiling a womanly wise
smile.

"It's heaven...and it's hell...and everything in be-
tween," he said, falling onto his back and thrusting
his hips up. "Tighter," he begged. "Oh...yes...."

She was a fast learner. Her small hand slid up and
down expertly, using the wetness she found at the
head of his cock to lubricate her caress.

When he opened his eyes, he saw her leaning closer
to him, staring at his shaft intently, as though gathering
her nerve.

"Buffy..." he whispered.

She looked up and met his gaze.

"You don't have to, baby. Not if you don't feel like
it."

She paused only for a moment. "I do want to," she
said. "But I..I don't know what to do...exactly."

**No problem, love. I'll be happy to tell you**

"Just lean over...and place your lips against the
head..you don't have to open your mouth yet. You
can start with...with kissing...just like we did before."

She licked her lips, which nearly did him in right
then and there, then lowered her head and pressed
the softest kiss he'd ever felt on the tip of his shaft.

It jerked uncontrollably in her hands, spilling a little
clear fluid. She gasped at the taste on her lips.

He waited to see what she would do, and she didn't
disappoint him. Her little pink tongue crept out of her
mouth and swiped at the smear of cum on her lower
lip, tasting it.

Amused, he had to ask. "Well, what do you think?"

She said, "A little salty," in a perfectly serious tone
of voice, as though he'd asked her if her dinner was
properly seasoned.

Raising one hand, he stroked her hair and said, out
of the clear blue sky, "God, I am so crazy about you."

She looked at him with wide and wondering eyes, then
smiled the prettiest smile he'd ever been graced with.

"Come here," he said, reaching for her and pulling
her up until she was within reach to kiss.

They spent several long and lingering moments ex-
changing kisses that ranged from light and airy,
to deep and moist and penetrating.

When she finally pulled back, it was to move back
down his body and resume her lesson in the art of
oral pleasure.

He was having a difficult time of it. The feel of her lips
when she kissed his shaft was beyond belief. And when
her silky soft cheek rubbed against it, like a kitten nuzzling
a gently stroking hand, he was afraid he would do some-
thng he hadn't done since he was a callow youth...com-
pletely lose control and make a mess all over her.

Finally taking a firm grip on his libido, he brushed her
hair away from her face to watch what she would do
next.

But she needed encouragement to cross this par-
ticular bridge.

"Buffy...sweetheart...if you want to," he swallowed
hard, "just open your mouth a little and...and I'll
do the rest."

Glancing at him for a brief moment, she closed her
eyes and parted her lips.

Desperately reining himself in, he slid in just a fraction
of an amount. Not wanting to frighten or possibly gag
her, he kept his entry shallow, his hips barely moving.

As she became more comfortable with the feel and
taste of him, she opened her mouth a little more and
began to move it up and down slowly.

The back of his head ground into the pillow he was
laying on as he stared sightlessly at the ceiling. "Oh,
yes, sweetness...that's the way...such a..a good
girl."

She boldly encouraged him to spread his legs
farther apart, then settled herself between them.

"Now...hold it at the base...that's it...can you...can
you go a little deeper, baby? Just a...ahhh...yeah,
that's...that's good."

She made a soft inarticulate sound that vibrated
around his aching shaft, driving the pleasure just that
much higher.

When she suddenly released him from her mouth, he
almost protested out loud, but stopped himself at the
last moment. If she'd had enough, well then....

All linear thought deserted him when he felt and saw
her extend her tongue and begin to slide it up and
down, then around and around, his cock.

**.Oh, yes...oh...harder baby...just a little harder.**

"Oh, christ...Buffy..." he moaned. "You're so good...so
beautiful..you've got...the sweetest little mouth...my
baby...my angel..."

She recaptured him inside the tender trap of her
mouth, sliding down a little further with each dip of
her head.

"Uhh.." he grunted, his hips jolting upward. "Yes..
do it...more...suck harder, honey...please...please...
a little bit...harder...YES!...OH...YES!"

He felt the pressure increase as he saw her
cheeks draw in, and he knew then that he was very
close to losing control, to just grabbing hold of
her head and ramming himself in and out until he
spewed his load all over the place.

"Buffy...." he said hoarsely. "Stop...I'm gonna
come if...if you don't....stop now..."

But she ignored his warning. In fact, she used
her free hand to take his and squeezed it, signaling
that she was all right, that she wanted him to be
satisfied the way he had satisfied her.

"Mmmmm..." she moaned in her throat, and that
was all it took to convince him to let her have her
way.

"Yes, baby...do it...ohhhh...yes...yes...it's coming,
baby...I'm...I'm...AHH!...COMING...NOW!!"

He looked down in time to see her eyes become
as round as tea saucers, and he abandoned himself
to her completely, spurting bursts of fluid into her
mouth.

When he was finished, he could see that she was
uncertain what to do at this point. Her eyes widened
even more in her distress.

"It's okay," he assured her, releasing his hold on
her. "Just run into the bathroom and spit it out."

She clapped her hand over her mouth, and he looked
around for something she could use...a waste basket
or something...

There was one on the other side of the room, and
he jumped from the bed to fetch it for her. But when
his feet hit the floor, he heard her say, "It's okay...it's
gone."

He turned to look at her, just in time to see her
wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. Thinking
she had just spat it out onto the sheet, he was even
more surprised at her next statement.

"It wasn't that bad."

As he sat back down on the bed, staring in utter
amazement at the innocent humor she unwittingly
articulated after what must have been a horribly
shocking experience, he felt a wave of emotion
overtake him. This girl.....

Oh, God....he was falling in love with this girl!


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And you'll smile, when you dream about the night
Like it's a secret you've been keeping.
Laying beside you, lost in the feeling
So glad you opened my door...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy unwrapped the paper from around
a drinking glass in the bathroom and ran
the water until it was cold.

As she filled the glass,she examined herself
in the mirror, searching to see if she looked
any different, any more womanly or exper-
ienced.

But all she saw looking back at her was
herself.

She stuck out her tongue playfully, then
stopped and took a good long look at it in
the mirror.

Nope, nothing different about it.

She had to face it. Aside from a slight funny
aftertaste in her mouth, she was still the same
naive little teenager she'd been when she first
walked into this cottage.

"But not for much longer," she said, then
took a mouthful of water and swished it around,
wishing for some mouthwash.

"Did you say something, love?"

"Um...no. Nothing..."

Leaning down, she splashed a little cold water
on her face, then dabbed it dry with a towel and
turned off the faucet.

Tightening the towel she had wrapped around
her, she opened the bathroom door and paused
a moment before leaving.

William was still in bed, and he had pulled up the
comforter, not wanting her to feel embarrassed,
she supposed.

He was stretched out on his back, both hands
behind his head as he stared at the ceiling, smiling
just a little bit, as though something mildly amusing
had just occured to him.

Buffy couldn't stop herself from staring at him. He
really was...the only word she could come up with
at the moment was beautiful. In a completely mas-
culine way.

She'd never seen any man before that she would
describe in such a way. Most of the boys she knew
could be called good looking, or even cute. And there
were a few movie actors that she found to be hand-
some.

But this man...this vampire...was simply beau-
tiful. Everything about him...the silky platinum curls
that she'd mussed so enticingly as she wound them
around her fingers; the classically sculpted face, with
those lovely fine cheekbones and well shaped nose;
his mouth...so sensuous and kissable; and his arms,
lean and corded with muscle, but not overly layered
in it, they were strong arms and felt good wrapped
around her.

He turned and looked at her then, holding out one
hand. "Come back to bed, sweetness."

She returned to her place beside him, smiling at
his tender touch. His eyes smiled back at her and
she was almost breathless with the emotions running
amok inside of her. Such lovely dark eyes, a rich indigo
blue, with almost femininely long lashes, his eyes were
the center of her storm, and his embrace was her
shelter.

Turning on his side, he propped his head on his hand
and leaned over to kiss her.

"Did I do all right?" she asked hesitantly, when he pulled
back.

"You did wonderfully all right, love," he said sin-
cerely. "You're every mans sweetest dream."

Dropping a series of light kisses down her throat,
he whispered, "I want you so much, you beautiful
girl. More than I've ever wanted anyone before."

She caressed his cheek with her tiny hand. "I want
you, too...William."

Normally, that name grated on his nerves. Nobody
called him that, not since his mother had died. He
had left William behind a long time ago, and had
been quite satisfied to see him go.

But now, with Buffy, it didn't seem quite so bad
to allow a little of William to show itself. She was
young and innocent, as William had once been,
and somehow he knew that if she had been a part
of his world all those years ago, before everything
changed, then his life would have turned out very
differently.

William could have courted this girl with all the
gallantry and the bad poetry he had been brimming
over with...and she would have praised it.

He could have walked down any street in London
with her on his arm, and she would have looked
up into his eyes as though he represented her
entire world and all the happiness to be found within
it.

William would never have noticed that any other girl
but her even existed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You're my song, music too magic to end
I'll play you over and over again
Loving so warm, moving so right
Closing our eyes, and feeling the light
We'll just go on burning bright

Somewhere in the night.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


TBC.....
Comments?

Caught Between Two Lovers
Part 6





You're My World


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You're my world, you're every breath I take
You're my world, you're every move I make
Other eyes see the stars up in the skies
But for me they shine within your eyes....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy moaned softly, a kittenish sound that
stirred up all the banked embers of his lust.

He moved his mouth from her throat, dragging
his tongue down until he found the tender
hollow at its base, a soft and shallow cup where
he deposited the gentlest of kisses.

She turned her head, and opened her eyes,
focusing on the lace curtains, stirred by a
slight breeze. The billowed in and danced
to the damp music the ocean played.

Her fingers played with the curls at the nape
of his neck, clutching them almost painfully
when he brought his mouth down to her
breasts.

"So beautiful," he whispered against her
skin. "Soft...except here," he added, lightly
touching the tip of is tongue to one nipple.
"Here they're firm, and a little swollen...you
like it when I touch you here, don't you?"

"Yes," she nodded, stroking his hair. "I like
it more than anything."

He sighed, feeling more content and at peace
than he'd felt for more years than he cared to
remember.

"I could lay my head between your breasts, and
just stay forever. Could live and sleep here...and
die happily." He glanced up at her and grinned. "Well,
you know what I mean."

She returned his smile. "I know what you mean," she
agreed.

Buffy DID know what he meant, because she felt
the same way. She could happily live out the rest
of her life in this small room, talking and touching
and making love with him, until the world stopped
spinning.

Even though she had no idea how they would end
up their time together, she knew she'd never regret
one instant of it.

It was almost frightening. In an unbelievably short
period of time, she had fallen in love with a creature
she had no business caring for. But what was she
to do?

You couldn't help where you found love. All you
could do was be glad you were fortunate enough
to be in the right place at the right time. Her heart
had no on/off switch that she could flip when it
was convenient.

The heart wants what it wants.

She glanced down, watching William as he moved
his mouth back and forth from one nipple to the
other, sucking them slowly, nipping at them with
his teeth, then licking the slight sting away.

She could feel the wetness flowing from between her
thighs as her body responded to her lover's ministra-
tions.

Leaving the sensitive tips of her breasts, he kissed
a wet trail down the center of her torso, dipping his
tongue into her navel, which produced the expected
results.

"Hold still," he laughed, taking a firmer grip on
her hips.

"I can't," she said, her voice high pitched and
giggly. "I'm so..oh, no...ticklish there.."

He continued nuzzling her, smiling as she turned
and twisted in his hands. This silly sex play was
just as arousing as the most serious and tender
touch.

Everything about this girl was exciting. It was all
so fresh and new for her, that she made it seem
that way for him, as well. The innocence she
brought to their bed was more tantalizing than
any tricks that the most practiced courtesan in
the world could produce.

That innocence, combined with her eagerness to
learn everything about the art of lovemaking, was
unbearably sweet and wildly sexy.

And, best of all, she was so adorably unaware of
it.

Their play was brought to a halt when she planted
her feet on the bed and lunged upwards to escape
his teasing touch. The motion brought her lower
body very close to his mouth, and he took immediate
advantage.

Shoving her legs wider apart, he dipped his head
and licked her roughly from bottom to top, lingering
at the apex of her sex, rubbing it firmly with his
tongue.

She released a shrill gasp, instinctively grinding
herself against him as she dug her fingers into the
mattress beneath her.

Fastening his mouth around her clit, he alternated
between sucking it and licking it, as he brought
one finger up to carefully trace up and down her
outer fold.

He looked up then, and caught her watching him.
Without breaking eye contact, he pushed his tongue
up into her, and moved it around, then began a series
of thrusts and withdrawals that mimicked the rhythm
of intercourse.

Her sex was producing copious amounts of wetness,
which he lapped up eagerly. The more she gave, the
more he wanted.

But the time was rapidly approaching when they would
have to take the final step into intimacy. His body was
aching to connect with hers, and it was letting him know
in no uncertain terms, that it had best happen soon.

Reaching down with his free hand, he took hold of his
shaft and tried to ease his discomfort a little. Wrapping
his fingers firmly around it, he slid them up and down
a few times, then massaged the tip with his thumb.

When he couldn't stand it anymore, he raised his
head and met her gaze.

"I need you, sweetheart," he rasped. "I want to make
love to you...right now...let me...please..."

She answered him by holding out her arms, inviting
him to take what he wanted.

He moved back up to lie on top of her, careful to hold
his weight off of her by supporting his upper body on
his forearms.

"Spread your legs a little more, darling," he in-
structed, trying not to sound like a college professor. "Now
lift your knees a little...that's my girl...MY girl," he re-
peated more forcibly.

Leaning on one arm, he reached down with his free
hand and positioned himself at her opening. He
rubbed the head of his shaft against her, wanting
just that little bit more stimulation for them both.

When he had himself where he needed to be, he
brought his hand back up and grasped both of hers
where they lay beside her on either side of her head.

Lacing their fingers together, he looked down into
her wide and trusting eyes....


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As the trees reach for the sun above
So my arms reach out to you for love
With your hand resting in mine
I feel a power so divine.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"I...I love you," she said, smiling bravely.

Lowering his head, he pressed his forehead
against hers and closed his eyes.

"I love you, too," he whispered. "You're my angel."

Pushing away all thoughts of what on earth he was
going to do about Drusilla, not to mention the fact
that he'd fallen for a slayer, he kissed her and began
to push himself into her at the same time.

Buffy gasped out loud. She'd been prepared for
some pain, she'd read enough to know about that,
but this was worse than she'd ever imagined it to be.

If this was what sex was all about, then she was
amazed that the world was so overpopulated.

"It's all right, sweetness," William whispered in her
ear. "You're doing fine."

"No, I'm not," she wanted to say. "This is NOT my idea
of fine."

But all she did was whimper a little.

"I'm sorry, love," he soothed her. Looking down at her
sweet little face, he saw that it wore an expression
that could only be described as disgruntled.

Pulling slightly out, he inched in a bit further,
almost wishing that he was a little smaller.

"Are you okay?" he asked, nuzzling her cheek.

"Well...yes...I guess so," she said crossly. "But it
really hurts!"

"I know it does, sweetheart," he said, straining
for control. "But it should feel better soon."

"SHOULD??" she asked loudly, wanting more
reassurance than that.

Only an effort of will that he'd spent decades
perfecting kept him from laughing out loud.

He rolled his hips gently from side to side, then
down and then back up, sliding all the way in.
At the same time, he kissed her and plunged his
tongue into her mouth, to muffle any screams.

When he was completely sheathed inside of her, he
moved one hand back down and located her clit,
then rubbed it gently, until he felt her begin to
untense her thighs.

Releasing her mouth, he leaned down and found
her right breast, lightly flicking his tongue back and
forward over the rigid peak, then taking it in and
sucking on it sweetly.

As the worst of the pain began to recede, Buffy
could concentrate on the pleasureable aspects
of this act. His mouth on her breast felt as deli-
cious as ever, and his finger was amazing between
her legs.

Her body was providing all the lubrication neces-
sary, and things were becoming decidedly hot
and slick down there.

But when he moved his hand and took a firm
grip on her bottom, then ground his pelvis against
hers, he hit the right spot as though there'd been
an "X" marked for his convenience.

Every nerve ending on her body was dancing with
sybaritic pleasure, and her own hips began to rise
to meet his downward thrusts.

"That's my sweet girl," he murmured approvingly. "You
feel so good...so tight and hot...oh, God...that's
perfect..."

Her hands traveled down his back, caressing his skin,
and finding the churning muscle of his rump. She
cupped her hands over it, lightly digging in with her
nails.

This made his head jerk up and back, as he released
her nipple with a moist sucking sound.

"Ohh...yeah!" he muttered harshly. "That's the way...do
it again...ahh, harder...yes."

She did as he asked, clawing at his back and his
ass, knowing that she must be leaving the mark
of her nails on his skin...and quite pleased at the idea.

He began to pump harder and faster, abandoning any
thought of control. His hips met hers with a loud slap-
ping sound, eliciting small grunts of pleasure from them
both.

When he tried to slow himself down, he was shocked
to hear her say, "More..please...I...I need...."

Delighted, he smiled down at her. "I'll give you all you
want, sweetness. Everything is for you...my little angel."

He sped up the pace of his thrusts, remembering to
angle himself so his shaft rubbed against her clit
with each stroke.

Buffy could feel a straining urgency building in her
lower regions. She felt as though she was reaching
for something on a high shelf, and if she could only
get a foothold somewhere, she would be able to
grasp it.

As always, he seemed to know just what it was
she needed. Placing his lips close to her ear, he
began to speak to her.

"God, sweetheart...you feel so good...so warm and
wet...and so damn tight...can you feel me, baby?...can
you feel me inside of you?...moving in and out of you...
so deep...yes...that's it...make it tighter...squeeze me
a little more...ah, yeah...my beautiful little slayer...you
are, you know...you're mine...my girl...you're close,
baby...I can feel it...you want to come...you do...and
I want it too...I want to feel you come all around me...I
want to feel it...and see it...and hear it...hear you purr
for me...my little kitten...little wildcat...ahhh....yeah..."

She was so close, her fingertips were actually brushing
the thing she sought. Her hips began to rise and fall
more rhythmically and she started panting and crying
out his name, over and over and over again.

The sound of his name being called in that heavenly
tortured tone was pushing him over the edge of sanity.

Desperate to take her with him, he took hold
of her bottom and lifted her lower body from the
mattress, then started to pound into her harder and
faster, until the chasm opened up and they both fell
into it, with no desire to ever come back out.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You're my world, you are my night and day
You're my world , you're every prayer I pray
If our love ceases to be
That is the end of my world for me....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Not wanting to collapse on top of her, he
rolled over onto his back, bringing her along with
him.

Buffy still had her eyes squeezed tightly clo-
sed. She rested her cheek against his chest,
panting for air as she felt his fingers slide down
the damp skin of her back, then back up her
spine.

She bit down on her tongue and tensed up, but
he noticed her squirming.

"You certainly are ticklish in a lot of places,
little one," he observed with a smile.

"I know," Buffy sighed. "When I was little, I couldn't
keep a secret to save my life. All anyone had to
do was come at me with their fingers wiggling and
I sang like a canary."

He chuckled. "The other children must have loved
you."

"Oh, they liked me well enough," she said. "But they
never asked me to be a look-out." Lifting her head,
she grinned at him. "Now, see what I've done...I've
confessed my biggest weak spot to a vampire."

"Uh-oh.."

"You won't tell, will you? I mean, if something like
that got out, it could really be embarrassing."

He wrapped his arms tightly around her. "Don't you
worry about that. No other vampire is ever gonna
get close enough to lay one finger on you."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With your hand resting in mine
I feel a power so divine
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There was an odd sensation down between her
thighs, and it took her a minute to figure out what
was happening.

Before she could say anything though, she felt the
wet slide of his shaft softening and slipping out of
her.

After that happened, it just felt like a big sticky
mess, and she would have given just about anything
for a nice hot....

**Oh yeah...the bathroom of my dreams is just a
few feet away.**

Problem was, she wasn't quite sure how one excused
oneself from a bed. Since there was no pen and paper
available, she couldn't ask Miss Manners...so she did
the only thing she could think of.

"Umm...I wonder if I could use the bathroom?" she asked,
with all the courtesy her mother had ever been able to
drum into her. "I really need to...."

She couldn't bring herself to actually tell him that
she needed to pee, so she manufactured an uncom-
fortable look, hoping to convey the sense of urgency
necessary without making him think she was about to
wet the bed.

"Of course you can use it, love," he said, amused
at her manner. "It's all for you tonight, anything you want."

He helped her sit up and was about to get out of bed
when she gasped in true horror. When he turned to
look at her, he saw her staring at the very conspicuous
blood stain on the bed.

"Oh, God...look what I did," she squeaked.

He already knew it was there. He'd smelled it from the
instant he'd pierced her virginity. The scent had been
so heady and intoxicating that he'd had to completely
close himself off from it, fearing that his demon would
lunge to the surface and demand to know the source
of the aroma.

Her upper thighs were stained with more of the blood,
and he had to look away for a moment and collect him-
self, not allowing THAT delicious thought to be pro-
cessed at all.

"S'all right, sweetheart," he assured her. "It happens to every
girl the first time." He shrugged a little. "Doesn't seem fair
that a girl's first experience with making love has to be pain-
ful and bloody, does it? You ask me, I think God dropped
the ball with that one."

She was still clearly distressed. "But this...this isn't my
bed...or even YOUR bed. This is a hotel bed...and I've
ruined it!"

For a moment, he was afraid she was about to burst into
tears.

"Don't you worry about that," he said quickly, trying to
distract her. "I'll tell you what...why don't you go and use
the bathroom and take a shower...or a bath if you'd rather.
I'll deal with all this."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You're my world, you are my night and day
You're my world, you're every prayer I pray"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It took a bit of convincing on his part, but he finally managed
to nudge her into the bathroom. When he heard the water
running in the tub, he pulled his jeans on and reached for
the phone.

After punching the number for the front desk, he had a
brief conversation, then hung up and went over and
knocked on the bathroom door.

"Everything all right, sweetness?" he asked casually, after
the water was turned off.

When she assured him that she was managing, he gathered
up her clothing and folded it neatly, placing it on the vanity
table.

A quiet knock sounded on the front door, and he opened it
to admit a young woman in a pink and white maid uniform.

Apparently, the situation had already been explained to her,
for she had fresh bedlinens in her arms. It took her less than
three minutes to strip the soiled sheets from the bed and
replace them with clean ones.

As she gathered up the stained sheets and headed for
the door, he thanked her and handed her a twenty dollar
bill. He'd already told the front desk that he would pay for
the damaged sheets, and the clerk had been more than
pleasant about it.

Buffy emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of fragrant
steam, wrapped snugly in another enormous bath towel.

Her eyes were drawn immediately to the bed, and they
widened with surprise when she saw the clean sheets.

He sat down in one of the armchairs and held out
his hand to her. She approached him hesitantly,
and when she sat down on his lap, she grimaced a
little.

"Still hurts?" he asked, wincing himself at the thought
of being the cause of this pain.

"Just a little," she said cheerily. She said nothing about
the bed, so he assumed she was still too embarrassed
to talk about it, and left the subject alone.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If our love ceases to be
That is the end of my world...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Glancing at the window, he could see that it was
still dark, but years of experience told him that the
sunrise was no more than a half hour or so away.

They had to leave.

Although he hated the idea, he didn't want to be trapped
here during the day, and he knew that she absolutely
had to go home. He could disappear for days at a time
without anyone noticing, but she could not.

When he told her it was time to go, she looked at him
with such sad eyes that he immediately wanted to
take it back, to tell her that they didn't have to go any-
where, and that they could stay in this room forever
making love to each other.

But he knew he couldn't do that. They both had res-
ponsibilities they had to fulfill, vastly different though
they were.

He had to be the grown-up here...and he hated it.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The end of my world....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


She gave him directions to her house, and he drove
there a little faster than he should have. They didn't
speak much on the way, except for his asking her
to please write down her phone number for him. She
found a small note pad in the bottom of her tote bag
and wrote out her number, address, and, amusingly,
her full name...as though he might forget it if she
didn't.



He walked her to her front door, and watched as she
unlocked it. When she turned to face him, he impul-
sively pulled her into his arms and kissed her long and
hard on her lips.

It took a Herculean effort on his part to let her go and
to step back, but the sun was on it's way for real now,
and he had no choice.

"I'll call you," he said casually.

Buffy nodded, then watched as he almost ran to his
car and drive away.

She stood there until he turned the corner, then went
inside and dropped her bag on the floor. Closing the
door behnd her, she sighed deeply and climbed the
stairs, tears falling freely down her cheeks.

Somehow, in spite of him requesting her phone
number and his promise to be in touch, she knew she
wasn't going to be seeing him again.

Ever...


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The end of my world for me....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



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=Part Seven=

Run to Me



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"If ever you've got rain in your heart
Someone has hurt you, and torn you apart
Am I unwise, to open up your eyes to love me?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Buffy opened the door to her room, and flung
herself down on the bed, face first. Her
throat was aching from trying to hold back
her tears, and she was still horribly aware of
a lingering soreness between her thighs.

She cried and cried into her pillow,
then reached for Mr. Gordo and cuddled
him close. It didn't take her long to realize
that her poor stuffed piggy wasn't going to be able
to help this hurt go away.

The phone rang suddenly, startling her.

The last thing she wanted to do right now was talk
on the phone, but she knew if her mother was calling
she would be expected to answer.

"Hello..?" she said softly, sniffling.

"Hi, sweetheart. How are you feeling?"

She shot straight up in bed. "William?"

"Course, it's me. Told you I'd call, didn't I?"

She reached for a tissue and wiped her runny
nose, glad that he couldn't see her at the
moment.

"Where are you?" she asked.

"I'm in my car. Nearly home. Just couldn't
wait any longer to talk to you is all."

Buffy smiled widely, flopping back onto her
pillows.

"You feeling all right, love? I imagine
you're still a bit sore, huh?"

"A little, " she admitted.

"God, I'm sorry, baby."

"I'M not," she whispered.

There was a long moment of silence from the
other end of the line. For a moment she
thought he'd lost the connection going under
a bridge or something.

"I miss you already," he finally said. "When can
I see you again? Tonight?"

"Okay...yeah. I'd like that." **Understatement
of the century!**


"All right then," he said. "You get all dressed up
pretty and I'll pick you up about 8:00. And don't
eat dinner first."

She giggled. "Then I should warn you that I
get kind of grouchy when I'm hungry."

He laughed too. "You can have a little snack
or something but that's it! I'm taking you somewhere
special and I don't want your tummy all filled up, got
it?"

"Okay," she said, knowing she'd agree to
just about anything he asked of her.

"Get some rest today, sweetness..and I'll see
you tonight."

"Bye." She waited for him to disconnect, then
decided she was being way too high schoolish. As
she started to replace the phone in the cradle, he
spoke again.

"Hey, wait a minute..."

Beaming with glee, she put the phone back to
her ear. "Yeah?"

He hesitated for only a moment. "You're still my girl,
aren't you?"

Buffy was about to melt into a sugary puddle of pure
happiness. "Yes," she said softly. "I'm definitely your girl."

"That's good to hear. See you tonight, love."

"Okay...bye."

This time she was the one to call out.

"William?"

"What, honey?"

A sudden attack of shyness tried to clamp her mouth
shut, but she refused to allow it. "I...I love you," she
said quietly.

"I love you, too, sweetness," he responded instantly,
without having to even think it over. "Get some sleep, now."

When the phone was securely replaced in it's cradle, she
squealed and tossed Mr. Gordo into the air. Catching him,
she jumped to her feet and danced him around the room,
changing partners twice, and spinning giddily with Pooh Bear
and Eeyore.

The phone rang, and she practically dove for it.

"Hello?" she sang out happily. "Oh, hi, Mom...I wasn't
expecting anyone else...I do?....I don't know....Just in a
good mood I guess....Yeah, I went to bed early....I guess
I didn't hear it....No....I just forgot....Yeah, the machine is
on....I haven't been downstairs yet....A hamburger and some
fries...."

Buffy rolled her eyes. Here it was, coming straight at
her...Mom's Inquisition, given whenever she had to be
away from home for more than a day and customed
tailored to fit any given situation.

"I took them yesterday....Because I haven't gone down-
stairs yet....I will....Yeah, two vitamin Cs...I won't forget...
I don't have any....Just a French test on Monday....Willow's
helping me....I know....Um...well, actually, I have a date
tonight...No...I just met him....I will....Midnight?...Mom,
it's Saturday...Come on....William Hamilton....yeah, a
lot...."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Let it be like they said it would be
Me loving you, girl...and you loving me

Am I unwise to open up your eyes to love me"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


After fending off phone calls from Willow and Xander,
she was tempted to take the phone off the hook.

But she couldn't quite force herself to do it. What
if he called?

In the end, she wound up with the phone next to
her in bed. Keeping her hand close to the receiver,
she drifted into a sound sleep completely devoid of
dreams.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Run to me whenever you're lonely
Run to me when you need a shoulder
Now and then, you need someone older
So, darling...you run to me.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Her internal alarm clock sounded off at
exactly 6:15 p.m., bringing her instantly
awake.

The first thing she became aware of was a feeling
of excited anticipation. Less than two hours
from now, he would be there.

The second thing she noticed was that her
lower parts were not feeling as ravaged as they'd
felt that morning.

Oh, good.....

She rolled over in bed and punched Giles' number
into the phone's keypad.


After checking in to make sure that there were no
new disasters looming before her like a pissed
off cobra, she informed her watcher that she had
a date and would NOT be available. Tonight, the
world was on it's own.

Since he also had a date that night, he could hardly
object. Beyond a few mutterings about 'Sacred Duty'
blah-blah-blah; 'Shirking Her Responsibilities' blah-blah-
blah; and "Protection of the Tax Paying Citizens of
Sunnydale' blah-blah-blah...he hoisted his white flag
and surrendered without firing a shot.

Setting the phone back down, she stuck her tongue
out at it, then hopped out of bed and headed for the
bathroom, stripping her clothes off and letting them
lay right where she dropped them, choosing to ignore
the uneasy certainty that her 'Neat as a pin, with a
floor clean enough to operate on' mother could see
everything she was doing clear on the other side of
the country, and didn't much care for what she was
seeing.

She squashed a nervous impulse to call the hotel where
her mother was staying, making sure she was really
there and not just hanging around waiting to ambush her
when the first one of her commandments was broken.

In the shower, she washed her hair and shaved her legs,
then filled the sponge mitt with a lavender scented
body wash and scrubbed herself from head to toe.

After drying off, she plugged in her hot curlers and dried
and rolled up her hair.

Strewing the contents of her closet all over the room,
she tried on and rejected seven different outfits.

She stood in the middle of her room, hands on her
hips, frustrated beyond imagining with her teeny-
bopper wardrobe.

He had told her to get dressed up, but most, if not all
of her clothing couldn't even BEGIN to make the cut.

Feeling the unmistakeable signs of an impending tem-
per tantrum, she stamped her foot like a spoiled child
being forcibly dragged away from a playground by her
parents, who had the nerve to want her to go home and
eat her dinner.

As she stood there fuming, a sudden memory came
to her.

Ambling casually down the hallway, straightening the
pictures on the wall as she went, she accidentally/on
purpose nudged open the door to her mother's bedroom.

She felt a little silly for all the stealth, considering
that there was no one there to be suspicious of her.

Determinedly, she slid open the doors of her
mother's closet and began rifling through her
clothes, wrinkling her nose and making an "Eww"
face with each garment she rejected.

Dropping to her knees, she lifted the side of the
dust ruffle and looked under the bed.

Ah-ha!

With a softly muttered "Yes!" of victory, she
reached beneath the bed and pulled out a
box.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"And when you're out in the cold
No one beside you
And no one to hold
Am I unwise
To open up your eyes to love me?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


It was wrapped in paper with a pattern of roses,
and there was a card on top of it with her name
on it.

Smiling, she shook the box gently, delighted when
she heard the soft rustle of fabric.

It had to be the dress. The one she'd tried on
while shopping with her mother, and had been
dropping hints about that were as subtle as an
anvil landing on a foot.

She felt a moment of guilt for what she was about
to do.

Not that she was about to let it stop her...

Carefully, she unwrapped one end of the box,
then slid it out and took the lid off.

There was a sheet of pink tissue paper laying
across the contents of the box. She removed it
and set it to one side.

When she saw the dress, she squealed with
happiness.

It was black and sleeveless, with a V-shaped
neckline and a hem that ended only an inch
or two above her knees. The fabric was silky
and it clung lovingly to her curves.

She'd known exactly what her mother was up to
when she'd parked Buffy in the food court of the
Sunnydale Mall, then excused herself to go to the
bathroom.

If what her mom said had been the actual truth
then, considering the amount of time it had taken
her, Buffy had figured that the bathroom must be
clear on the other side of town.

She took the dress back to her room, laying it
out on the bed, then sat down at her vanity and
pulled the curlers out of her hair. Wielding her
hairbrush, she ran it through her hair until it
was a soft cloud framing her face.

When she was satisfied, she made up her
face, expertly applying eye shadow, highlighter,
liner, mascara, lipstick and blush.

Donning a black lace bra and matching pan-
ties, she then slipped on her black garter belt,
clipping a new pair of stockings to it.

After smoothing the dress down over her hips, she
tossed a few odds and ends into a black clutch purse,
then grabbed her black shawl from where she'd
hung it over the back of her vanity mirror.

The half hour between 7:30 and 8:00 crawled by
with a maddening slowness.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Run to me whenever you're lonely
Run to me when you need a shoulder
Now and then, you'll need someone older
So, darling...you run to me.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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Caught Between Two Lovers
Part 8



I Can't Hold Back


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's a story in my eyes
Turn the pages of desire
Now it's time to trade those dreams
For the rush of passions fire....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


The doorbell rang at exactly 7:59.

Buffy's heart jumped from her chest, to her throat,

then down into her stomach, before it returned to
the place it belonged.

Forcing herself to walk, she opened the front
door with a smile that could light up the entire
town of Sunnydale.

William was standing on the front porch, holding
a single long stemmed red rose.

"Hi" she said softly, feeling ridiculously shy con-
sidering what she'd been doing with this man.

He looked her slowly up and down. "God...look
at you. And I thought you looked beautiful last
night."

As they always did when he spoke this way, her
cheeks pinked up prettily. "Thank you," she said,
her smile shining brightly.

He waited a moment, then said, "Can I come in?"

"Oh!" Buffy stepped back a little. "Yes. Come in. I'm
sorry...I just...."

He shook his head. "Not to worry, sweetheart. It takes a
little getting used to."

She led him into the front room, watching him as he
glanced around, taking in his surroundings.

He was wearing a white button down shirt, with a dark

gray silk tie. His suit was black, and beautifully tailored
to fit him to perfection. Buffy didn't know a lot about men's
clothing, but even she could tell that this particular en-
semble was expensive.

"You look nice," she said, gesturing at his apparel.

"Well, I'm taking a lady out on the town," he said
with a shrug. "Gotta look my best." Handing the rose
to her, he added, "For the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

"Thank you," she said, turning to go into the kitchen. "I'll
get some water for...."

She was cut off when a strong arm suddenly caught her
around the waist and pulled her close. Surprised, she
looked up at him.

"Sorry," he said, with an unrepentent grin. "Can't wait
one more second to kiss you."

Without another thought, she twined her arms around
his neck and whispered, "Kiss me."

When his mouth touched hers, all the wonderful and
dizzying feelings from the night before rocketed
through her small body. Their mouths moved together

as though they'd been born for nothing but this.

He pulled back first. "If you kiss me like that again,"
he said, nuzzling her cheek, "I'm going to carry you
up those stairs and make love to you right here and
now."

Since that was perfectly all right with her, she im-
mediately began to initiate another kiss.

He laughed a little and held her off. "Now you wait, little
one. You must be hungry, and I'm going to make sure
you eat a good dinner." He lowered his voice a little
and gave her a wickedly sexy smile. "You're gonna need
your strength, after all."

Buffy folded her arms across her chest, pouting. "Oh,
phooey. You're no fun."

Without a pause, he bent over and picked her up,
making her gasp in giddy excitement. "Oh, don't
worry, love. There's plenty of fun in store for
tonight. But you need to eat your dinner, like a good
girl."

He carried her to the front door and set her on her
feet. "Besides," he added, "I want to take you out and
show you off."


Buffy sighed and placed the rose on the small table
at the foot of the stairs, then picked up her handbag
and shawl. "All right, then. Take me out and feed me.
But I'm starving," she warned him,"so I hope you brought
your American Express card."

He smiled as they stepped out onto the porch. "I
never leave home without it," he said, taking her keys
and locking the deadbolt for her.

After handing the keys back to her, he reached for her
hand, helping her down the porch steps as though they
were a treacherous and slippery slope. He didn't release
her hand, but led her to his car and opened the passenger
side door for her, seating her gracefully.

Buffy watched him as he went around the front of the
car, mentally saluting whoever had taught him such
old fashioned gallantry. Vampire or not, he had excellent
manners. Not one other boy she'd ever gone out with had
opened a car door for her.

He closed the door and keyed the ignition. The powerful

motor started up instantly, and he backed out of the
driveway and out into the street.

Cruising down the highway at a steady speed, he turned
to smile at her, patting the seat beside him invitingly.

Buffy promptly scooted her rear across the cold leather
seat, and snuggled up next to him.

"Did I tell you how pretty you look tonight?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes."

"Hmm. Mind if I say it again?"

"No," she giggled. "Of course I don't. What woman in her
right mind would?"

He stopped at a red light. "You look," he said, briefly
pressing his lips to her hair, "absolutely beautiful."


"So do you," she replied without thinking. Realizing what
that she'd spoken out loud, she flushed and turned her head
to look out the window.

He seemed to understand, and let the subject drop.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I can feel you tremble when we touch
And I feel the hand of fate
Reaching out to both of us
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy stood in the ladies lounge, staring into the
mirror with a smile that refused to be controlled.

She brushed her hair, and touched up her lip-
stick, then left the restroom and walked up behind
William as he spoke with the hostess.

The woman was obviously charmed by whatever
he was saying to her. She leaned forward over the
hostess stand, her body language blatantly announc-
ing her availability.

She was tall, with raven black hair and a figure that
defied the laws of physics.

Buffy hated her on sight, and had no intention of
letting her get away with anything.

Standing behind William, she slipped her arms
around him from behind, giving the hostess the dir-
tiest look she could come up with.

"I'M back," she said, leaning hard on the first
word.

He turned and dropped a hard kiss onto her
lips. "So you are."

The hostess muttered something about making
sure their table was ready, then walked away
with a seductive sway of her hips.

In less than a minute, Little-Miss-Look-At-My-
Ass was back, indicating that they should follow
her.

The dining area of the restaurant consisted of
several tables in the middle of it, with a number
of booths recessed into the walls. Each booth
had a curtain that could be pulled to insure pri-
vacy.

The hostess seated them in one of the booths,
then placed two menus on the table in front
of them.

She informed them that their server would be
with them shortly, and asked if they would care
to order something to drink while they waited.

William glanced at the wine list, and ordered a
bottle of champagne.

At that point, the hostess looked at Buffy. "Would
you care for a soft drink?" she asked cattily. "Or
maybe a glass of milk?"

Buffy's cheeks turned bright scarlet at the woman's
obvious attempt to point out to William that he was
dining with a child.

He looked at the hostess, then at Buffy, then back
at the hostess. "A soft drink will be fine," he informed
her. "But not a diet drink." Returning his attention to
Buffy, he said. "I mean..just look at her. She doesn't
need to watch her figure. She's already perfect...aren't
you, my love?" he added, kissing her lightly.

Elated at the way he dealt with the hostess, Buffy
had to fight back a childish impulse to stick out her
tongue at the woman.

After the hostess left, he reached up and pulled the
curtains almost all the way closed. Taking Buffy's
hand, he kissed the tips of her fingers and smiled.

"Bitch." He gestured in the direction the hostess
had gone. "Sit close to me," he said.

Buffy slid along the seat until she was pressed up
against him.

Wrapping one arm around her, he opened up the
menu in front of him. "What are you hungry for,
sweetheart?"


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I've been holding back the night
I've been searching for a clue from you
I'm gonna try with all my might
To make the storyline come true
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


The hostess kept her distance from them for
the remainder of their time in the restaurant.

The champagne was brought and poured
and when the waiter had taken their orders
and left, William pulled the curtain closed
a little more and held his glass up to Buffy's
lips.

"I shouldn't be doing this," he said, winking
at her. "I've already contributed enough to the
delinquency of this particular minor."

Buffy grinned at him, then promptly sneezed.

"Oh!" Her hands flew up to her face. "I'm sorry."

He looked at her with a tender smile. "Catching a
cold, are you?" he teased.

"No, it was the bubbles, they kind of went up my
nose...and you already knew that, didn't you?" she
groaned, hiding her eyes.

William laughed. "Now, none of that," he scolded,
pulling her hands down. "I have to see those beautiful
eyes all the time," he added. "Make sure you still
love me."

She moved her face close to his and stared right
at him. "What do you see?"

After taking a long moment to examine her, he
slipped one hand behind the back of her neck
and pulled her close. "I see...the woman I love,"
he whispered as his mouth came down on hers.

Thrilled that he considered her to be a woman...to
be HIS woman, Buffy kissed him with great enthu-
siasm.

When she pulled away, she asked, "Do you see the
woman who loves you? Cause she's right here, you
know."

He took hold of her shoulders. "Don't stop," he
pleaded, searching for the sweet taste of her lips
again.

She made a kitten-like sound in her throat and moved
even closer, gasping when his mouth traveled down
her neck to nuzzle the hollow between her breasts.

"I love you," he murmured as he tasted her skin. "I
do...I love you so much...waited so long to find you."

Buffy let her head fall against the padded back of the
booth. Her eyes closed, she concentrated on her
other senses; the sound of his voice as he told her
that he loved her; the feel of his hands and mouth
touching her bare skin; the clean scent of soap;
and the taste of his lips and his tongue.

Her hand slipped down his side and came to rest
of his upper thigh. He knew it must be unwittingly,
because there was no way she was ready to do such
a thing in public.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Can you feel me tremble when we touch
Can you feel the hand of fate
Reaching out to both of us
This love affair can't wait....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



But when she failed to move her hand away, he
began to wonder.


He placed his hand on hers, and moved it over and
up a little.

Her eyes flew open in shock as she broke their kiss
and stared at him...

But didn't move her hand.


He slipped his own hand under her skirt, and up
between her thighs, exploring the elastic of her
garter belt, the smoothness of her stockings, and
the suddenly damp silk of her panties.

But when one finger began to work its way into
her underpants, her thighs clamped shut like a
time lock at the bank.

"We can't" she hissed.

"Why not?" he asked, smiling. "No one can see us
in here."

"But...but we're in public...it's...we can't..."

His other hand, which had been resting on her shoulder,
slipped down and brushed against her breast.

She gasped out loud, and he chuckled at what she
had unknowingly revealed.

"You like this," he said quietly. "It's turning you on, isn't
it, pussycat?"

"What...no. Of course...not."

"Yes it is," he insisted. His fingers tweaked the hard
tip of her breast. "Your nipples are hard. Like ripe cherries."
he added, nuzzling her ear. "You wish I would push your
dress aside and suck on them, don't you?"

"Well...yes...but...but not here," she protested,
trying to sound like she meant business.

He wasn't buying it. "Yes. Right here and right now. Be-
cause that's part of the excitement...the possibility of
being caught. It makes everything hotter."

"William," she whimpered weakly, knowing she was
about to surrender. Her thighs loosened up just a fraction,
and he took advantage of the momentary lapse in her
defenses.

His finger slid into her panties and found her clit easily.

"Ohh..yikes!" she yelped, her eyes widening with sur-
prise.

"Shhh," he cautioned her. "Wouldn't want to attract un-
wanted attention."

Buffy shook her head. "No..stop."

He immediately stilled his finger and looked up at her. "Do
you really want me to stop?"

She could see by his expression that the question was a
serious one, not a teasing "oh, you don't really mean that"
one.

Problem was, she wasn't sure what she really wanted. Part
of her was loving this roller coaster thrill ride she found her-
self on whenever he was with her. But the other part of her, the
sensible part that had been raised by her mother not to even
let her bra straps show in public, was telling her to smack his
hands sharply until he put them back where they belonged.




Before she could say a word, the curtains were whisked
back and the waiter appeared with a huge serving tray.

Although he straightened up a little, William kept his hand
where it was down below, secure in the knowledge that the
tablecloth hid everything from prying eyes.

Instead of withdrawing, he moved his finger just the
tiniest bit, eliciting a squeak from Buffy as she stared
at the waiter.

The young man arranged an assortment of food in front
of them, with the obligatory small talk of warning Buffy
to be careful because the plate was quite hot, and would
she care for another drink, and was everything to their
satisfaction.

William deliberately didn't answer any of these questions
for her. All he did was move his finger in the most deli-
ciously tantalizing way he could, faster and then slower.


"Wha...what?" Buffy asked, looking at the waiter through
glassy eyes.

"Would you like another soft drink?" he asked again.

"Ohh! Oh...yessss. That's good...that's A good...idea!
I like that...I WOULD like that....a lot. Thank you." she
said, grabbing her napkin to dab at her hairline.

The waiter hesitated, noticing her flushed face and damp
skin. "Is it too warm in here for you, Miss?" he asked
politely.

"Uh..no. No, I'm...I'm just fine, thanks," Buffy said absently,
forcing her eyes to stay open. "How are you?"

William nearly laughed out loud at the bewildered waiter's
expression. By this time, Buffy's thighs were splayed open
a little more, and he could work his other finger in, enabling
him to gently pinch her clit between his thumb and fore-
finger.

Buffy nearly jumped off the seat, which focused the waiter's
attention on her again. "Is everything to your liking so far?"

She nodded frantically. "Yes...yes...yes," she said. "It's
good...really, really good. You can...go now."

The waiter turned to leave.

"Close the curtain!" she yelped, then swallowed hard when
people turned to look at her. "Please. Thank you."

Once the curtain was safely closed, she fell back
against the seat. Panting slightly, she looked into
his eyes.

He just smiled, gently stroking her. "Did you come?" he
whispered.

"Uh-huh," she nodded.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh, gosh," she whimpered. Spying his glass
of champagne, she grabbed it and emptied it in one
swallow. "I have to go to the bathroom."

She slid around to the outer edge of the seat, but
he caught her arm.

"Buffy...you're not angry with me, are you?"

She answered him by leaning over and kissing him
on the mouth. "It's the champagne," she whispered
in his ear.

He smiled. "Hurry up, then."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I can't hold back, I'm on the edge
You're voice explodes inside my head
I can't hold back
I won't back down
Girl, it's too late to turn back now...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~




"Are you full, sweetheart?"

Buffy looked up from her completely cleaned
dinner plate. She was about to claim that she
couldn't possibly manage another bite of food,
then remembered that she didn't have to play
that silly game with him.

"What's for dessert?" she asked, smiling cheer-
fully.

As though he'd been standing by waiting for his
cue, the waiter appeared with a dessert cart.

Buffy looked on it as though it contained priceless
gems, instead of sweets. She counted four dif-
ferent kinds of cheesecake, chocolate mousse,
white cake with coconut frosting, key lime pie,
custard with raspberry syrup drizzled over it,
a dish of strawberries dipped in chocolate, and the
biggest slice of devil's food cake she'd ever seen.

She felt William move closer to her. "Choose as much
as you like, love. You don't have to eat all of it," he
said quietly.

"Well," she said seriously, "I'm kind of undecided be-
tween the strawberries and the chocolate cake..."


"Bring them both," he instructed the waiter.

"But I really like cheesecake, too."

"And the cheesecake," he added.

"Of course," the waiter said. "Which kind?"

"All of them," William replied, without looking at
him.

After the waiter left, Buffy hid her face against
William's shoulder. "He must think I'm such a pig,"
she said.

"Who cares what he thinks?" William said. "He's
not being paid to think. He's being paid to bring you
anything your heart desires."

Right now, Buffy realized, her heart was desiring
something far more appetizing than mere food and
drink. The mundane necessities of daily life concerned
her not at all. The only thing she wanted, really and
truly needed, was him. With his arms around her, she
would be perfectly content to let the world pass by,
and would never notice or care who saw them...

"Buffy?"

Oh, perfect.

"Hi, Giles...hi, Miss Calender," she said, sitting up
straight as though she'd been called on in class to
answer a question.

"Hi, Buffy," Miss Calender smiled. "You look nice to-
night."

"Thank you," Buffy said weakly. "You too."

Giles cleared his throat, reminding Buffy that her manners
left a lot to be desired at the moment.

"Oh, umm...this is William Hamilton. This is...this is..."

"Rupert Giles," Giles supplied with a slight eye roll. "How
do you do?"

"Pleased to meet you," William said smoothly.

"And this is Miss Calender," Buffy added.

"Jenny...Calender," the woman said, "We're not in
school now, Buffy," she added, then smiled at William.
"Nice to meet you."

"And you," he said, with a nod.

There was a brief silence, which Giles broke.

"Well, I trust you're having a pleasant evening?"

"Very pleasant," William replied.

Their little comedy was brought to a halt by the arrival
of the waiter bearing a tray loaded with desserts.

Giles scanned the contents of the tray, then gave Buffy
a rather disapproving look, one that William intercep-
ted as Buffy squirmed uncomfortably.

"I have such a sweet tooth," he claimed gallantly, a
comment that didn't convince Giles. He'd had enough
arguments with his charge about proper nutrition to
know who was behind this little feast of gooey delights.

However, he was polite enough not to embarrass her.
"Well, we should be going," he said to Jenny, taking her
arm. "Buffy, I'll see you on Monday. We'll talk then," he
continued, making it clear that they would definitely be
talking.

After their departure, the waiter unloaded the tray and
excused himself.

Buffy looked at William, her heart in her eyes.

"What?" he asked her as he picked up a fork and
cut off a bite of the chocolate cake and offered it
to her.

She opened her mouth and accepted the morsel, letting
the fork slide slowly back out of her mouth, then licking
her upper lip to clean off a bit of the frosting.

He knew she was shooting for seductive, but as he
watched her try to deal with the cake, it quickly became
obvious that it wasn't going to work out that way.

She mumbled something to him, and he had to ask
her to repeat herself, then nearly collapsed with laughter
when he heard what she had said in such garbled words:
"I think I could use that glass of milk now."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Another shooting star goes by
And in the night the silence speaks to you and I
And now the time has come at last
Don't let the moment run too fast...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


TBC.....
Feedback is appreciated.

Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com

Summary: Second season,around the
time of School Hard. A retelling
of Spike and Buffy's meeting. For the
purposes of this story, Angel has never
existed, and Spike is a little different.

Feedback: Yes, please. All I can get.



Part Nine....

Everlasting.



~~~~~~~~~~
"Heart and soul I come to you
Are we meeting here on cue?
Just in time for a love affair"
~~~~~~~~~~




"What are you thinking about?"

Buffy turned her head and looked up into his
eyes. She'd mostly been concentrating on
watching his hands as he maneuvered the
huge car through heavy Saturday night traf-
fic.

She shrugged and snuggled closer. "That you're a really
good driver," she said.

"Ah, well," he smiled at her, "I've been at it for a while."

"Is it fun?"

There was a wistful tone in her voice that caught
his attention. "Would you like to drive?"

Buffy shook her head. "I don't have a license"

He shrugged. "Neither do I."

"Well...I wouldn't want to damage your car."

"This car's a tank, angelface. It was built to last.
Nothing short of a train hitting it is gonna cause
a lot of damage."

She squirmed in her seat, staring down at her
hands. "That's not..completely..impossible."

He chuckled. "What if I take you someplace
where there's nothing you can run into?"

"Like where?" she asked.

He considered the options. "Down at Main Beach,
there's a big parking lot."

She just looked at him.

"You hit something there?" he asked.

Buffy nodded. "Parking meter."

"Scratch the beach, then," he said. "What about
at the mall? No cars there at THIS time of
night."

"Streetlight," she mumbled.

"All right..the mall's out as well." He paused to
think. "Your school, maybe? There must be.."

"Math building...twice."

He looked perplexed. "Who on earth was teaching
you?"

"A friend of mine, Xander. But, he had to stop be-
cause he was developing an ulcer."

"Xander?" He felt a flash of jealousy. "Your little
boyfriend from the other night?"

"No," She nudged him with her elbow. "I told you..I
don't have a boyfriend."

"You've got one now," he pointed out. "Come
on, angelface...let's take our chances at the
mall."


~~~~~~~~~~
"Like a fool that walked through fire
Just to reach my heart's desire
Baby , would you be waiting there?"
~~~~~~~~~~


After adjusting the seat as far forward as it
would go, he scooted her into the driver's seat.

She placed both hands on the wheel, holding
it in a death grip.

"Baby..relax," he said, rubbing her back. "This
isn't rocket science. You just need a little
practice."

"That's what I thought," she said. "But no
will let me use their car."

"Well, I'M here now." His hand slid around to
the nape of her neck. "Just turn the key."

The engine fired up with a roar.

"Put your foot on the brake..good..now pull
that lever down into 'Drive'...foot off the brake
and step down on the accelerator..."

Buffy turned to look at him like a scared bunny
rabbit.

"You...you have insurance don't you?"

He didn't...but he wasn't about to tell her that.

"Heavily insured, baby. You'll do fine."



~~~~~~~~~~
"Could we afford to wonder
If this could be the one?

Looking for a love that's everlasting
Wonder if the feeling's strong enough
Tell me, are we merely lovers passing
Or an everlasting love?"
~~~~~~~~~~



"Buffy...honey, please stop crying."

She shook her head, sobbing into a handker-
chief he had given her. "I...I can't...I ruined your car.
I'm sorry...I'm so sorry."

"Baby...it's just a little dent. It can be fixed. " He
sighed deeply. "Now stop crying...you're getting
your pretty dress all wet."

He pulled the car into the driveway and cut the
engine, then came around and opened her door.
Without a word, he picked her up in his arms
and pushed the car door shut with his foot.

Carrying her to the front porch, he set her down
and opened her handbag to find her keys, then
unlocked the door and ushered her inside.

He relocked the door, and turned to see her staring
at herself in the wall mirror at the foot of the stair-
case.

Her face was streaked with tears, and her eye
make-up had become a melting mess, giving her
the appearance of someone who'd come out on the
wrong end of a fistfight.

She was a sad little sight to be sure, and his heart
turned over inside of him. He felt an odd amalgama-
tion of guilt for pushing her into trying to drive the
car, pity for the obvious misery written all over her
face, and the protectiveness she'd brought out in
him from the moment he'd seen her for the first
time.

He would have cheerfully killed anyone else who
made her cry, without even stopping to find out
why. Knowing that this was his fault, he was deter-
mined to find a way to dry her tears.

"So," he said, watching her dab at her watery
eyes. "Was that REALLY the same streetlight
you hit before?"

She blew her nose and nodded. "Yes."

"Hmm...what do you suppose the odds are of
that?"

Buffy turned around, biting her lower lip, and
shrugged.

"Gotta be pretty high, don't you think?" He
stuck his hands in his pockets and leaned
against the wall. "I guess we'd have to go back and
count how many are there, then we could average
it out," he mused, then winked at her. "Want to
drive?"

It was working. That abused lower lip of hers was
beginning to curve in the smile he loved.

"That's better," he said. Cupping her face in his
hands, he kissed both her cheeks and then
her lips, tasting her tears.

She burrowed closer to him for a moment, then
looked up as he smoothed her hair. "Shouldn't
you call your insurance company?" she asked,
sniffling.

"My...oh, yeah..." he nodded, pressing her cheek
against his chest. "I'll take care of that tomorrow."

There was a brief pause. "You don't have insurance,
do you?" she asked.

"No," he confessed. "But don't worry. I can afford it."

She stirred fretfully in his arms. "No, I should pay
for it. I'm the one who made the dent."

"Buffy..."

"I...can't pay you for all of it at once...but I get an
allowance from my mom every Saturday...and my
dad sends me..."

"Buffy, hush!" he said firmly. "I'm not taking your
money, angelface. I have plenty, and I don't need
yours."

She settled down a little. "...and I was thinking about
getting a job this summer."

"You have a job. Concentrate on that."

Pulling back from him, she lifted her tear stained
face to look in his eyes. "Are you sure you don't
want me to pay for..."

"I'm sure," he cut her off. "Listen...I had a sizeable
inheritance from both my mother and my grandfather.
And you'd be surprised how interest can accumulate
over a hundred and twenty five years."

Her eyes grew round. "A hundred and twenty five
years?" she squeaked. "That's how old you are?"

He laughed. "That's when I became a vampire. I was
twenty-eight when it happened, so I suppose, tech-
nically I'm one hundred and fifty three."

"Wow," she murmured. "My mom just about had
a fit when I went out with a senior last year. What's
she gonna say about this?"

"Where is she?"

"She's in New York, visiting some friends. She owns
an art gallery in the Plaza, and she's looking for some
new pieces while she's there."

"And she left you here all by yourself?"

Buffy shrugged. "Believe me, she didn't want to. But
my dad is...well, he's ...not around much. I was
gonna stay with some friends, but someone in their
family died and..it just wouldn't work out."

She stepped back out of his arms. "I need to use
the bathroom," she said, as quietly as though there
was someone else that might overhear.

While he waited for her to return, he shed his jacket
and dropped it over the back of a chair, then removed
his tie.

He moved around the living room, looking at the
vast collection of photographs. Mostly of Buffy,
they ranged from what looked like a newborn
photo taken in the hospital, to what had to be
a school picture taken recently.

He smiled as he examined the visual display of
her infancy and childhood. "God, she's always
been adorable."

She seemed to have gone through no awkward phases
whatsoever. Even the pictures where she was
missing her front teeth showed clear promise of the
beauty she'd grown up to be.

There was one picture that caught his attention in-
stantly. It looked as though it had been taken
when she wasn't aware of it, for she wasn't looking
into the camera, but off to one side of it.

In the photograph, she was wearing a white sun-
dress, with matching white sandals. She had a light
golden tan and her hair was sun streaked, held
back from her face with a gold clip.

There was a faint smile on her face, as if she
was seeing something amusing out of view of the
camera.

He had picked the framed photo up and was still
examining it when she came back into the room.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked.

"Looking at you," he replied. "How old were you when
this was taken?"

She looked over his shoulder. "That was last summer,
so I was almost sixteen." She watched him stare down
at the picture and she smiled. "Would you..like to keep
that picture?"

"Yes," he said immediately, with no "Oh, I couldn't" or
"Are you sure your mother won't mind?" type of re-
sponses. He slipped it out of the frame, and placed
it on the table.

"Thank you," he said, putting the frame down and
turning to face her.

Buffy stared at him with wide eyes. "Take your shirt off!"
she said loudly. "Take it off!"

He blinked, a little surprised at her boldness, but did
as she asked, and unbuttoned his shirt. After dropping
his cuff links into the front pocket of his trousers, he
felt her hands yanking the shirt down his arms and off.

When he turned to face her, he was even more
surprised to see her nearly running from the room.

"Buffy?" He followed her into the kitchen.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." She was saying it over
and over again as she flung open a door and ran
down the stairs that, he assumed, led to a basement
of some kind.

By the time he caught up with her, she was standing
in front of a washing machine, spraying something onto
the front of his shirt.

"Honey, what's wrong?" he asked. Looking over her shoul-
der, he saw the black mascara staining the garment.

"Look what I've done to your shirt," she moaned. "First
your car...now your shirt," she added, opening the lid
of the washing machine.

"Um...sweetheart..." he began.

"You must think I'm a total jinx," she ranted, dropping
a capful of liquid detergent onto the shirt.

"No, honey, but you can't..."

Wrenching up the lid of the washer, she threw his
shirt in and closed it, then began spinning a dial
on the instrument panel. "I'm so sorry," she kept
repeating.

The machine began to fill, then to agitate. "I can fix
this one, though," she said. "I can even iron it for
you when it comes out of the dryer."

"The..the dryer? Well...all right, but I...."

She flung herself into his arms. "You don't hate me for
being such a klutz, do you?"

Sighing, he wrapped his arms around her and held her
tightly. "No, angelface," he assured her. "I could never
hate you..no matter what."

"Good," she murmured happily. "That makes me feel
so much better."

He pressed a kiss against the crown of her hair. No
way was he going to tell her that she'd thrown a silk
shirt made for him in France..a shirt that was supposed
to be laundered by hand in cold water and never see
the inside of a dryer..into a machine filled with hot
water that was agitating with a violence reserved for
soiled corduroy.

Nope. He wasn't gonna say a damn word about
it.



~~~~~~~~~~
"On this first night, we are one
Kindred spirits on the run
Taking hold of our destiny

In this world of chances missed
Does forever still exist
This side of the fantasy?"
~~~~~~~~~~


"Um..do you want some coffee, or some-
thing? While we're waiting for your shirt?"

He closed the basement door, and followed
her into the kitchen. "I don't think I should,"
he said, "Coffee keeps me awake at night."

"Well, we've got decaffi....very funny," she
smiled, her eyes sparkling.

He sat down at the kitchen table and waited
till she walked close by, then reached out and
grabbed her, pulling her down onto his lap.

"I'd rather have you while I'm waiting for my
shirt," he said, nuzzling the back of her neck.

She tilted her head to one side, totally exposing
the soft flesh of her throat. "Kiss me there," she
asked sweetly.

When she felt the gentle press of his lips on her
pulse, she turned in his lap. "Let me see you...you
know..."

He looked at her, eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you
sure?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I want to know all of you."

"You won't stake me, will you?"

"Silly," she tsked. "Come on...show me."

When he'd changed, he sat quietly as she examined
his face with her fingertips, feeling the ridges and
looking into his golden eyes. Then, placing her hands
on either side of his face, she lifted the sides of his
upper lip, exposing his fangs.

She sat back, her arms loosely draped around his
neck. "Hmm."

He shook his head and changed back. "Well?"

"It's funny," she said, tilting her head to one side. "The
others all look so ugly. But you don't." She stroked his
cheek with the tip of her finger. "You look wild and
otherworldly...is that a word?"

"I think so," He squeezed her around her waist. "You're
not afraid of me, are you?"

She looked at him and smiled. "Should I be?"

"No. I promise..you'll never have a reason to be
afraid of me."

"Same here," she said, quite matter-of-factly.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Can we afford to wonder
If this could be the one?

I'm looking for a love that's everlasting
Wonder if the feeling's strong enough
Tell me, are we merely lovers passing
Or an everlasting love?"
~~~~~~~~~~


The zipper of her dress slid down easily,
and he traced the line of her vertebrae
with his lips, lingering in the small of her
back, gently touching his tongue to her
skin.

He was still sitting, she was standing in front
of him, facing away.

"Can I take your dress off?" he asked.

She smiled and turned around. "Yes," she
said softly, reaching for his hand and tugging
him to his feet.

When she began to pull him across the room,
he stopped her.

"Where are we going?"

She looked at him, surprised. "Um..upstairs. To
my room."

He shook his head. "Let's stay here."

Right on cue, her eyes widened and her cheeks
turned pink. "In the kitchen?"

He had to laugh. He just couldn't help it. "In the
kitchen," he confirmed. Placing his hands under
her arms, he lifted her onto the counter, and stepped
between her legs. "There's no law that says you
have to make love in a bed every time."

Slipping her dress down, he helped pull her arms
out of it, then let it gather around her waist. She
sat there, wearing a black strapless bra, that made
her skin look like cream.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against
the hollow between her breasts. "That's very pretty,"
he said, "What have you got on down below?"

"Stockings and a garter belt, and my underpants,
which you already knew about," she reported
seriously. "What's so funny?"

He was sincerely trying not to laugh, but her humor
was so unintentional that it caught him off guard
every time.

"Nothing, angel. It's just the way you talk some-
times. So serious and innocent."

"Innocent?" She actually looked disappointed. "Still?"

"A little," he nodded. "And there's nothing wrong with
it, baby. I think it's cute."

"But I'm not supposed to be innocent anymore," she
said. "I have experience now."

"Oh, baby," he said tenderly. "You're just getting started
with your experience. And your innocence is one of the
things I love most about you. I don't want you to lose it,
no matter how much experience you get under your
belt."

She framed his face in her hands and kissed him, then
pulled back and said, "Teach me how to talk..sexy. I
want to learn."

"Later" he promised. "Right now...we're gonna have some
kitchen fun."

Buffy sat and watched him pull open the refrigerator
door and hunt around inside.

"Ah-ha!" he announced, pulling a bowl of fruit out.

He placed the bowl on the counter and peeled off
the plactic wrap. There were strawberries and
raspberries, apple slices and orange wedges in
the bowl.

Buffy looked at it and shrugged. "You know, I'm
really still full from dinner."

With his face buried in the curve of her neck, he
laughed and kissed her and told her how much
he loved her.

Then, he helped her slip her dress all the way
off and unfastened her bra. She lifted her hips and
wriggled out of her underwear, but he instructed her
to leave her stockings and heels on.

He pulled the curtains securely closed, then dimmed
the lights.

When he had the room the way he wanted it, he
reached into the bowl and took out an wedge of
orange.

"What are you...oh!" She gasped when he squeezed
the juice from the orange, letting it trickle over her
breasts. Tossing the peel away, he leaned over and
began licking the juice off her skin.

Buffy leaned back on her hands, thrusting her breasts
forward, allowing him to clean her thoroughly with
his tongue. When he was finished, she picked up
another orange slice and squeezed it on herself, wanting
more of his meticulous clean up.

As his tongue slid wetly over her breasts and circled
her hard nipples, Buffy's head dropped back and she
began to breathe a little faster.

He licked her roughly, then took a fat red strawberry
from the bowl. Holding it by the husk, he rubbed the
other end against each of her nipples, then slid it up
to her lips, inviting her to bite into it.

She did, and the berry exploded between her teeth,
releasing it's sticky juice to stain her lips, a stain he
promptly licked away also.

He kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth
and finding hers.

To his absolute delight, Buffy's little fingers began
working at the button of his trousers. When she had
it undone, she carefully lowered his zipper, then
lost her nerve and placed her hands back by her
sides.

He took one of her hands and guided it back to the
opening of his pants. Tearing his mouth away from
hers, he rasped out two words, "Touch me."

Tentatively, she reached in and curved her hand
around his erection.

"Yes, baby," he whispered, sucking on her ear lobe, "Touch
me like that...rub up and down...that's it...harder...yeah."

He pulled her forward on the counter, then let his pants
drop down around his ankles.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he said, "I want
to feel your stockings against my bare skin." He paused
to admire the sight of her in her garter belt and nylons.
"I'm going to buy you one of those in every color," he
promised.

He slipped one hand between her thighs and stroked her
with his fingers. "So wet," he murmured, kissing her
throat. "I want to be inside you, angel. Buried inside you
where you're all warm and soft."

Buffy whimpered when she felt his mouth on her
breast, sucking at her nipple. He reached into the
bowl with his free hand, and extracted a raspberry.

Squeezing the berry between his thumb and forefinger,
he popped it open and spread juice around the light
pink tip of her right breast, then repeated the process for
the left.

When he had her the way he wanted her, he cupped
his hands beneath her breasts and lifted them slightly,
pushing them together. He applied his tongue to her
sugary tasting curves, suckling hard on the very tips
until he had them nearly the same color as the raspberry
he'd painted her with.

"William," she moaned hoarsely. "Please...I..."

She honestly didn't know how to articulate her desire.

"S'all right, baby," he whispered. "I know what my girl needs.
What she wants."

He urged her to lay down on the counter, then ducked
between her legs and began to lick her there. He had to
keep a firm grip on her hips to keep her still, since she
was doing everything she could to get closer to his teasing
tongue.

Pausing to adjust her a little, his eye fell on something
he hadn't noticed before.

Buffy was laying on her back and staring at the ceiling
when she felt his mouth leave her, and she whined in
protest. Before she could say anything though, she felt
a thick substance being applied to her labia. When she
raised her head, she saw William squeezing the honey bottle
her mother kept by the toaster, letting the honey drip down
and coat her sex.

Looking up, he caught her watching him. "Not that you aren't
already adorably sweet," he grinned like a naughty child with
a serious sweet tooth, "But I just love honey."

Pushing the bottle away,. he ducked back down between
her legs and began to meticulously clean up every sticky
drop.

When neither of them could wait another second, he straight-
ened up and aligned her opening with the head of his erect
shaft.

As she felt him began to enter her, she dug her nails
into his arms. It hurt, but not nearly the way it had the
first time, so she assumed it would get a little better each
time they did it.

But when he started to thrust, she noticed that the pain
ebbed a lot more quickly than it had last night. When it
was completely gone, she began to return his thrusts
as best she could from the position she was in.

Turning her head, she saw the honey bottle. William's
eyes were closed, so she reached for it and coated her
finger with the golden syrup, then touched his lips with
it.

His eyes flew open, and when he saw what she was
doing, he smiled and opened his mouth, allowing her
to slide her finger in so he could suck the honey off of it.

She imitated the motion he was performing for her,
using her finger. He sucked it, and licked it, and bit
down gently on it, continuing to thrust harder and harder
in and out of her tight passsage.

Buffy was close to orgasm, and she tightened her
legs around him, using the strong muscles to hold
him firmly inside of her, then grinding herself against
him until she came.

He let her gyrate against him, giving her the pressure
she needed, and when she was finished and looking
up at him with sleepy, satisfied eyes, he pumped into
her hard and fast, grunting with his efforts, exploding
inside of her with a shout of pure carnal pleasure.

He fell forward, covering her mouth with his and
kissing her deeply, then buried his face between her
breasts and closed his eyes.

Buffy stroked his shoulders and back, caressing and
petting him until he raised up off of her.

He saw her looking at the fruit bowl, and asked her
what she was thinking about.

"I was just wondering...what were you gonna do with
the apples, and....why are you laughing? What did I
say?"



~~~~~~~~~~
"This could be an everlasting love.."
~~~~~~~~~~


TBC...
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Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com

Summary: Set around the time of School
Hard, this is a retelling of Buffy and Spike's
first meeting. For the purposes of this
story, Angel never existed and Spike is
a little different.

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Caught Between Two Lovers


Part Ten....

Words


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"Smile an everlasting smile
A smile could bring you near to me
Don't ever let me find you gone
'Cause that would bring a tear to me.."
~~~~~~~~~~



"Buffy...your phone is ringing."

She rolled over in bed. "Hmmm?"

"Your phone, sweetheart...it's ringing."

"Oh." Leaning over, Buffy grabbed the jangling
instrument. "Hlo...Hi Giles...Yeah...What?...What
time is it?...Are you kidding me?...No, why?...More
of them where?...Uh-huh...Yeah, I guess I can...Uh,
yeah...I'll let you know...What?...Yes, I did...He's
very special...Okay...I won't...Giles...I'm hanging up
now...Okay...Bye."

She replaced the receiver and stretched, then
snuggled back down in William's arms.

"So...I'd better be that someone very special
you mentioned," he said teasingly.

"Oh, you are," she assured him. "You're my some-
one special...or is it my special someone?"

"Either way suits me," he replied, playing with
her hair. "Who was that?"

"Giles." She yawned. "He's my watcher."

"From the restaurant?"

"Mm-hmm. He wants me to skip cemetery duty to-
night and check out some carnival on the edge of
town. Says there's supposed to be a lot of vamp
activity there."

He nodded. "That's probably true."

She looked at him skeptically. "Vampires at a
carnival?"

"Well, they're not there to ride the Tilt-A-Whirl," he
said. "Carnivals are easy pickings for vampires."

"How come?"

"First, because there's so much screaming going
on that people don't seem to notice a little more.
Second, there are a lot of small closed off areas where
they can dump a body. Third, a lot of transients work
there and there's no concern if they turn up missing."

"Is that it?"

He smiled. "Then of course there's the sugar rush
from feeding on people who've been stuffing themselves
with cotton candy and caramel apples all day."

Buffy's eyes got round. "Oh, I LOVE cotton candy,"
she said. "This is gonna be a lot more fun than some
stale old graveyard."

"I haven't been to a carnival in years," he mused. "I
remember once that Dru and I were in New..."

He stopped when he saw the look on her face
change and realized what he'd said.

But she regained her smile and said, "Go on...you
were where?"

He knew a forced smile when he saw one, and he
was looking at one right now. The last thing she
wanted to hear about were his adventures with Drusilla
in New Orleans, or anywhere else for that matter.

This was a thing he understood completely. He knew
quite well how fortunate he'd been to discover this
girl at such an early stage of her life, before experience
stripped away her sweetness and innocent enthusiasm.
He absolutely hated the idea of any other man touching
her, or loving her.

But he couldn't give her that same gift in return. He'd
been a grown man when he'd been turned, not over-
whelmed with experience to be sure, but still he'd
had more than she.

And now...well, he was old in vampire years. Most
fledgling vamps didn't survive past the first anniver-
sary of their turning, whereas he had passed more
than a hundred of them.

"I was in New Orleans.." he began, groping for the
right words.

But Buffy surprised him. "With your...friend? The one
you brought to Sunnydale with you?"

He nodded. "That's right."

She studied her fingernails, trying to sound casual. "What's
her name?"

He sighed. There would be no putting this off any
longer. "Drusilla."

Buffy glanced at him. "That's a pretty name," she said,
with a half smile.

Returning her smile, he smoothed her hair back from her
face. "Elizabeth is a pretty name, too," he said tenderly.

"Elizabeth Anne," she informed him.

"Even prettier." Leaning over, he tried to kiss her, but
she turned her face away. "Buffy...."

"You said she was sick." She sat up in bed and ran one
hand through her hair. "That's why you brought her here?"

He nodded. "I was told that Sunnydale might be the best
place to look for a cure."

"What's wrong with her? I didn't know vampires could
get sick."

Sitting up beside her, he shoved a pillow against the
headboard of her bed and leaned back. "Vampires...they
can get sick in other ways. We can't catch colds or con-
tract diseases, but if we're injured gravely enough, we
don't always recover completely."

"Is that what happened?" she asked.

"Yes. We...you see, Drusilla is...she's a little different
than most other vampires. Even when she was mortal,
she had...abilities. She could see things that were going
to happen."

"You mean like ESP?" Buffy asked.

"Something like that," he nodded. "Mentally, she wasn't
always right on the beam. And, um...when she was in-
jured, it got worse. We were in Prague..do you know
where that is?"

"No, I guess I don't," she admitted, feeling stupid.

"It was the capitol city of what used to be Czech-
oslovakia, in eastern Europe. It's on the Vltava River."

"Why were you there?"

"No reason. Just traveling. Anyway, Dru was never very
circumspect about her activities. She had a bad tendency
to overdo things and take unwise chances. To put it plainly,
she killed too many people in too small an area. They
figured out what was going on..and one night when I was
away...they caught her."

"And they're the ones who injured her?"

"Yes. She came close to dying that night, and it was
touch and go for a long time after that. They drugged
her and tried to drain her blood...I guess they thought
they were showing her what it felt like to feel your life
being drained out of you. As though she didn't already
know that."

Buffy frowned. "So...you came back and saved her...and
brought her here?"

"Well, not right away," he replied. He wanted desperately
to touch her, but she was making it clear with her body
language that it would not please her.

Buffy took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then
turned to look right at him. "Do...do you love her?"

He stared at her, helplessly. "Yes."

Tears filled her eyes, and she began to cry.

"Buffy," he said urgently. "I love YOU, sweetheart."

He didn't know how to explain this to her. She was
simply too young to understand the vagaries of
love in all it's many forms, the subtle differences
in scope and measure.

The love he felt for Drusilla was not the same as
it had once been. Time and circumstances had
changed it from a dark passion they'd once shared
to a gentle caring between two people with a long
history between them. It was a melange of tender-
ness, familiarity, and responsibility.

With Buffy though, everything was new and fresh. He
could look at the world through her childlike eyes,
and reacquaint himself with all it's wonders. Her
sweetness and innocence intoxicated him, like cham-
pagne bubbles racing through his blood stream.

And her passion...oh, that set the world on fire. He
would never drink his fill of it, not if he supped for a
thousand years.

This girl brought out feelings in him that he'd considered
to be buried ages ago. She had stolen his heart so
completely..so effortlessly..that he hadn't realized it
until it was in her little hands.

He wanted to be everything to her. Her protector, her
teacher, her friend and her lover. No other man but
him would ever have this girl, would ever know her
as he did.

"Buffy, please don't cry," he begged. "I hate it when
you cry."

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to," she sniffled, wiping her
cheeks on the back of her hand. "It was just...it was
hard to hear you say that you...what you said."

Trying to put himself in her place, he could only
imagine how hard it must have been. He knew how
HE would feel if she'd said she loved another man..but
also loved him. He'd want to track the other man down
and break his neck, he'd be so jealous.

"I'm sorry, love," he said, trying to pull her
hands away from her face. "Please don't be upset. I
love you...you know I do. I loved you the minute
I saw you."

She finally looked at him, searching for the truth
behind his words, and trying to form a response.
After swallowing the lump in her throat, all she
could come up with was, "Me too."

Pulling her into his arms, he cuddled and caressed
her, stroking her hair and babying her until she was
calm.

Then, she laid her head on his shoulder and allowed
him to rock her in his lap, sighed deeply and muttered,
"Boy, being the other woman is for the birds."

And his heart melted with love and laughter, as he
held her face in his hands and kissed her.

"That's my girl," he said. "A humorist in all situations."



~~~~~~~~~~
"This world has lost it's glory
Let's start a brand new story
Now my love
Right now, there'll be no other time
And I can show you how...my love."
~~~~~~~~~~



"William?"

"Hmm?"

"I...I was reading this book a couple of months
ago, and...well, I was wondering..."

Since her cheeks were deliciously warm and pink
again, he was pretty certain in which direction she
was heading.

"Wondering what, sweetheart?"

They were sitting in the windowseat in her bedroom,
enjoying the slight breeze that ruffled the curtains. He
had his pants on, while she wore only the shirt that she'd
rescued from the dryer, which, not surprisingly, now fit
her better than it did him.

He had been prepared for hysterics, but she'd surprised
him when she'd taken the shirt out of the dryer, by
staring at it openmouthed, then bursting into giggles
so infectious that he'd laughed until his side ached.

"I guess I wasn't meant to be a laundry lady," she
had said ruefully.

He had agreed wholeheartedly. "No, you were meant to
be a queen of seduction," he had told her, picking her up
and carrying her upstairs to a bed that had still been
touseled from previous lovemaking, and a pillow not
yet dry of her tears.

"Well...in this book...the two main characters were in
love and..."

"And what?" he prompted.

She squirmed in his lap. "Never mind," she said,
ducking her head to avoid his inquiring look.

"Now, come on...tell me," he coaxed her. "Don't be
a tease."

"I can't," she said, with a negative shake of her
head. "It's too...embarrassing."

He chuckled and squeezed her tight. "Buffy..you
can't possibly still be embarrassed after everything
we've done."

"We haven't done THIS" she said under her breath.

Now he was intrigued...

"So..the two main protagonists..." he began.

"Main...whatamists?"

"Characters...they were in love, and doing something
to bring up the color in your cheeks," he mused. "Was
this a romance novel that my innocent little slayer was
reading?"

"Sort of," she giggled when he tickled her.

His imagination was running riot. He'd glanced through
one or two of those type of books before, and found
them erotically explicit. He wanted very much to know
just what had led Buffy to open this line of discussion,
something, he wagered, that she would never have done
up until two days ago.

Something they had not done, she'd said. Since he was
fairly certain that she wasn't referring to anything ex-
travagantly kinky involving restraints or riding equipment,
he had to assume that her bashfulness was caused by
some sort of variation on traditional sexual positions.

Since they had already made love in a bed and on
the kitchen counter in the time honored face-to-face
manner, then she probably meant....

Oh. OH!

He was definitely interested in this!

Placing his lips close to her ear, he whispered, "Tell
me."

But she just shook her head again.

"Shall I tell YOU?" he asked.

He heard her inhale sharply, although she didn't speak
a word of either agreement or dissent.

"This couple you were reading about..was the woman
on her hands and knees?"

Her breathing deepened, and she nodded.

"And was the man...behind her?"

Another nod.

He slipped his hands up and squeezed her breasts. "Do
you want to try that?"

She turned her head and looked at him. "Do YOU?" she
asked.

He smiled and kissed the back of her neck. "I would love
to," he replied. "Stand up."

Without a moments hesitation, she did.

He stayed where he was, on the window seat. "Unbutton
my shirt," he directed her.

She gave him a sassy smile. "You mean MY shirt?"

Although thrilled by her flirtatious demeanor, he won-
dered how long she'd be able to maintain it before her
natural reticence kicked in.

Well, he'd best take advantage of it now...

"Yes. Unbutton YOUR shirt...now pull it open...good..let
me see your breasts." His hand moved down and un-
zipped his fly. "Put your hands on them."

Now, she looked confused. "Put...MY hands...?"

"That's right," he affirmed. "Touch your breasts...while I
watch you..come on, don't be shy. There's no one
here but us, babe." His erection felt like a steel bar
when he removed it from it's silk prison.

Wrapping his fingers around it, he moved them slowly up
and down.

Staring at him in amazement, Buffy licked her lips and
cupped her hands over her breasts, turning red to her
hairline.

"Good girl," he said, still stroking himself. "Now wet your
fingers.."

She actually looked around the room for a source of
water. "I'll have to..." she gestured towards the bath-
room.

"Just put them in your mouth, angel...suck on your
fingers and make them wet."

Buffy looked at him as though he'd suggested that
she scrub the toilets at the bus terminal with her
hairbrush.

"My hands are.." she gestured helplessly.

Okay, maybe she wasn't quite ready for this level
of sex play.

Reminding himself again how young she was, he
smiled, "Your hands are fine, honey...but if you want
to go and wash them first..."

Even in her unschooled mind, Buffy knew that the
mood he was setting would be unpleasantly broken
if she excused herself to the washroom. So, wiping
her fingers as unobtrusively as she could manage
on the side of his shirt, she followed his earlier request
and licked them until they were quite wet.

He felt his shaft twitch in his grasp when he saw
her little pink tongue dart out and slide wetly over
her fingers, and he groaned softly.

"Good Christ, girl," he ground out. "How can you make
something so simple look so erotic?"

She had no idea and, being the literal girl that she
was, she shrugged.

He chuckled and stood up, dropping his pants and
stepping out of them. Reaching for her, he slipped
his hands under the silk shirt and around her small
waist.

Her arms came up and twined around the back of
his neck, as she raised her face for his kiss.

Giving her what she wanted, he picked her up and
carried her to the bed, then turned and sat down
with her on his lap.

He eased the shirt down one shoulder and followed
the path with his mouth, dotting her skin with brief
kisses as he stripped her.

Moving into the middle of the bed, he arranged her
so that she was straddling his waist. Lying beneath
her, he took her hands and placed them on her
breasts.

"Play with them a little," he said, not taking his eyes
off her. "That's it..they're nice and full, aren't they? So
soft and round..touch your nipples with the tips of your
fingers..squeeze them..good girl..."

It was a pleasant enough feeling, but Buffy wanted
more, so she decided to take a little initiative. Before
she could chicken out, she grabbed his hands and
cupped them over her breasts, making him squeeze
them.

He hissed between his teeth. "Thank you, baby," he
said softly. "I've been wanting you to do that."

Buffy's head dropped back as he fondled her, molding
her flesh with his hands. He played with her nipples,
gently pinching them and tugging at them, until they
were berry red and achingly sensitive.

She looked down at him with her desire showing
plainly in her eyes.

"Do you want my mouth?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Then tell me..tell me what you want."

Staring into his eyes, she licked her lips
nervously.

"You can do it, love" he encouraged her. "Tell
me what you want. I want to please you."

Her lashes came down, hiding her eyes.

"No, look at me," he said firmly, surprised when
she obeyed. "You wanted to learn to talk this
way...remember? You asked me to teach you."

"I know," she whispered.

"Well, that's how is starts...you tell me what you
want me to do...what feels good." He slipped one
hand up her back, making her lean closer. "What
do I do to you, that you like?"

"I..I like when you touch me?"

"When I touch you where?"

"My...my breasts." Her voice was so soft that even
he had to strain to hear it.

He tightened his hand on her breast. "Like that?"

"Yes...and..."

"Tell me...."

"When you kiss me...when you kiss my breasts...I
like it."

He urged her down a little more, gently placing a kiss
on the upper curve of her right breast.

She strained towards him, but he refused to give her
what she wanted until she said the words. "Please..."
she whined.

"Please...what?"

Her voice was taut with frustration. "Please...use...use
your...tongue..."

He smiled, then leaned forward and ran his tongue
wetly over the soft mounds. "What else?" he whispered
hoarsely.

Buffy was becoming too desperate to be shy. "Suck
them," she begged.

"Suck your nipples?"

"Yes...yes..."

"Say it!"

She swallowed hard and looked right into his eyes.

"Suck my nipples...suck them now...do it!" she
demanded.

Instantly, he sat up and took her into his mouth. Run-
ning his tongue around and around the hard tip of her
right breast, he suckled it, making husky little grunting
noises as he went at her.

She wrapped her arms around his head, moaning
softly as her eyes drifted shut.

"Don't stop," she protested, when he released her from
his mouth.

"I'm not," he replied. "I want the other one, too."

He wanted it...and he took it.

After tonguing both nipples to diamond hardness, he
placed his hands on the sides of her breasts and
pushed them together, burying his face in her lush
cleavage.

"I'll teach you something new...later," he promised. "But
right now...is there anything else you want me to do?"

She nodded. "Yes," she gasped. "The...the book."

"Oh, yes," he grinned. "The book. Sit up, then."

They knelt together in the middle of the bed, kissing
passionately as their bodies strained to connect.

He moved his hands down, caressing the inward curve
of her waist and the flare of her slender hips, then
slipped them around and squeezed her pretty bottom.

Delightfully surprised when she returned the favor, he
pulled away slightly, and moved one hand between her
thighs.

"You're wet," he informed her, breathing in the scent
of her femininity.

She nodded. "I know..it's because of you." Looking
down, she lightly touched his erection. "You're hard,"
she observed, quite seriously.

"I know," he grinned. "It's because of YOU."

Buffy stared down, fascinated as his shaft began to
release drops of semen. She lifted one away on her
finger, feeling the sticky consistency of it. "It's hard
to believe that this is where a baby comes from," she
murmured, then glanced at him. "Except...they don't
for you."

He smiled at her. "Who told you that?" he asked.

She couldn't have frozen any faster if she'd suddenly
been dumped into the Arctic Ocean. "What?"

"I said who..."

She grabbed his shoulders. "What do you MEAN, who
told me that? Everyone knows that. It's like...like the
first thing you learn in slayer school."

"You have a school?"

"William! It isn't funny!" She looked at her hand in
horror, then wiped it on the sheet. "Vampires can't make
babies...cause...well, they just CAN'T! Right?"

He was sorry he'd started this now. "Calm down, honey.."

"Calm down? CALM DOWN??" she wailed. "My mother's
gonna kill me if I have a baby!"

"All right, listen to me," he said firmly, holding her face
between his hands. "Vampires can't make babies..un-
less..."

"Unless WHAT?" she demanded.

"Unless..." He couldn't help himself. "..they have sex with
a girl on a kitchen counter...no, wait...come back here. I'm
teasing you...come here. I'm sorry, babe..listen, vampires
can't make babies without some magic involved."

"Really?" She looked doubtful.

"Yeah. Really." Her agitation had flushed her
skin becomingly, and her hair tumbled wildly
around her face as her eyes flashed emerald fire.

She looked incredibly sexy, and he hoped he hadn't
pissed her off so badly that she wouldn't allow him
to touch her.

But, apparently, the little upheaval had aroused her
inner bitch. She shoved him down onto the bed and
jumped on him. Holding him down, she treated him
to his first exhibition of her in slayer mode.

"That wasn't funny," she said in measured tones. There
was nothing girlish about her now. She was all woman,
direct and forceful...hot and angry...and punishing....

He wanted her so much he couldn't stand it.

Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her down on
top of him, then rolled her over.

"I want to fuck you," he said roughly.

Her breasts rose and fell with her harsh breathing,
and she opened her mouth and spoke before think-
ing, shocking herself as much as she did him.

"Fuck me," she said, challenging him.

His mouth crashed down on hers, kissing her so
hard that her lip was bloodied. He smelled the copper
aroma, and his demon reared up inside of him.

Plunging his hand into her hair, he tugged on it until
her neck was arched. "Are you mine?" he grated.

"Yes, I'm yours."

He stared at her, his eyes flashing blue and gold. "No,"
he said, shaking his head. "There's only...one way."

"I don't care," she said. "Whatever way..it's all right."

Struggling for control, he sat up. She had absolutely
no idea what she was inviting, and he was in no
state to explain it to her calmly. His hold on the demon
was tenuous at best, the slightest provocation would
bring it screaming to the surface.

He tried to leave the bed, but she grabbed his
arm. "Don't go."

"I have to" he said. "Let go...."

"No," she almost shouted. "You...you can't. You pro-
mised to teach me..everything."

He pulled harder. "That was before," he panted. Oh, God,
it was so close to the surface.

"No...stop!" She caught his arm and wrenched him
back. He shoved her away, and she banged her
head on the wall her bed lay against.

Buffy knew something was going on with him. He looked
different and he definitely sounded different, but she
didn't care. Whatever it was, she could deal with it. She
could deal with anything...as long as he was with her.

She had a vague idea of what he wanted to do. Giles
had explained to her about vampires claiming a mate.
That's what he had meant, when she'd declared herself
to be his. He'd said there was only one way....

Pushing the thought of Drusilla away, Buffy drew back
her arm and slapped him as hard as she could.

"You promised!" she yelled in his face. "Now, are you a
man...or a...a..." She rolled her eyes, at a loss for a
suitable word. "...a mouse?" she finished lamely.

His eyes zeroed in on her lower lip, seeing the drop
of fresh blood on it. "I'm a vampire," he stated boldly.
"And you're mine!"

Grabbing hold of her, he turned her until she was
facing away from him, then shoved her down on her
hands and knees.

Although she was afraid that he was about to force
himself into her with no thought of how she felt, he
seemed to collect himself, and he pulled her back
until she was up on her knees, pressed intimately to
his naked body.

One hand moved to her breast and the other dove
between her thighs. "Buffy..." he moaned. "Don't be
angry with me..I won't hurt you, I promise."

"I know," she whispered. "You won't hurt me...because
I'm yours.."

He massaged her between her legs, making her wet
and needy in a matter of moments. He used his finger
on her clitoris, rubbing it gently, then slipped that finger
inside of her.

Buffy gasped, grinding herself down on his hand.

"Mine," he whispered. "You're mine...you're mine...."

He fondled her breast and nudged her legs apart. Thrusting
his shaft between her thighs, he didn't try to put it inside
her yet, he just rubbed it against her moist sex, back and
forth, until they were both dizzy with the pleasure.

His hands were gentler as he once again moved her to
her hands and knees. Holding his shaft firmly, he placed
it at her wet opening and began to push it inside her.

Buffy's eyes flew open wide. For the first time, there was
absolutely no pain involved with his entry. There was
only a full, sliding sensation and the delicious pressure
he exerted on her sex.

She couldn't keep quiet. "Oh, God...oh...William...that's
just...it feels so good..."

He threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut tight.

"Yeah," he whispered. "Oh, yeah...baby, you're so tight...
so hot and wet..but, Christ...that tight little pussy of yours
is just...fucking amazing.

Buffy braced her hands beneath her, and pushed back.

"That's it," he praised her. "Do it...fuck me back...yeah,"
he grunted. "Oh, yeah...."

They fell into an easy rhythm, as he pumped smoothly
in and out of her, muttering soft words of love and the
coarser words of sex. Her arousal was climbing to meet
his, ratcheted higher with every word he spoke.

Suddenly falling forward, he supported himself on one
hand and used the other to play with her breasts.

"Mmmm.." he moaned. "Beautiful...soft and warm..you
have luscious tits, baby...and the creamiest pussy I've
ever been in...fuck...yeah..."

Buffy was nearly undone by these words. Even the
books she had read, the ones she kept a secret even
from her closest friends, had not been so raw.

It was wildly arousing, and she searched her lust
ridden brain for a response of some kind. "Umm...har-
der," she said. Tentative at first, it got easier to say
when she repeated it. "Come on...harder. Yes...I like
that...don't stop."

Unable to use the anatomical "dirty words" he uttered
so casually, she had to settle for moaning loudly and
begging him not to stop.

"Oh, William," she crooned. "Please...more....fu...make
love to me...forever..."

He yanked her up until she was pressed full
length against him. Her hand found the back of his
neck, and her nails sank in deeply.

The stinging pain matched the intense pleasure,
and he buckled under the onslaught. His demon
finally burst free, golden eyes shifting from side
to side.

"Forever?" he asked, his voice deeper and his
tone more seductive. "Are you sure?"

Buffy nodded convulsively. "I'm sure."

Licking his lips, he located the delicate pulse
point on her throat. "Don't be afraid," he whispered.
Setting his fangs against her fragile skin, he bit
down.

Buffy's eyes opened wide and she sucked in a
harsh breath, releasing it back out on a scream
of mixed pain and pleasure.

He held firm, biting harder to intensify the
erotic sensation, and thrusting himself into her
as deeply as he could.

The contractions of orgasm began to jerk
and twist in her vitals, and she consciously clamp-
ed down on his shaft, squeezing it until he released
his hold on her throat and bellowed with his satis-
faction, flooding her womb with bursts of creamy
fluid.

His hand on her breast tightened almost to the
point of pain, and he collapsed, taking her down
with him.

They lay there as they'd fallen, still joined, their
bodies aching and sated.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Talk in everlasting words
And dedicate them all to me
And I will give you all my life
I'm here if you should call to me."
~~~~~~~~~~



"Buffy? Buffy, did I hurt you? Are you all right,
angel?"

He was trying to move away from her, and she
couldn't let that happen.

Slipping one hand behind her, she grabbed his
arm. "I'm okay," she panted. "Don't leave me."

He smiled, brushing her hair back from the side of
her face. "I'm not leaving you, sweetheart. I'm right
here."

He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades and
then moved to one side, raising his weight off of her.

As he watched her sit up, he saw the bite marks he'd
left on her throat. Feeling a combination of shame and
self disgust at his lack of control, he couldn't suppress
the possessive pride that was overshadowing every
other emotion.

He had made her "his" officially. From now on, whatever
happened between them, she would be his mate..his
bride.

As pleased as he was about it, he had to make sure that
she understood what had happened, and understood all
the implications of it as well.

"Buffy..you know what this means...don't you?" he asked,
gesturing at the bite marks.

Her fingers flew up to her neck, examining them care-
fully. "It means I need a band-aid," she replied,
wiping the blood away.

"No," he shook his head, charmed as always with her
naive sweetness. "It means more than just that, love. It
means that you're my mate now. I've claimed you, and
I did it while we were making love. It's final after that.
There's no going back."

Buffy was thrilled by this information. No going back?
For HIM as well as her? That could only mean one
thing.

Drusilla what's-her-name was on her own now.

She rolled over and presented him with a huge smile,
then wrapped her arms around his neck. "You mean that
you're my...what?...my husband?"

"Something like that," he replied, kissing her forehead.

"But I'm too young to get married," she said, with a
sassy look. "Especially to a guy over a hundred years
old."

He laughed. "Well, it's too late now, little girl. You gave
me permission and I took you. You belong to me."

She smiled sweetly. "That's okay. I want to belong to
you."

As they rearranged themselves on the bed, Buffy gave
him a curious look. "I don't get one thing," she said. "How
come you never did that with Drusilla...I mean you guys
were together a lot longer than....." Her voice trailed off
when she saw the look on his face.

"You...you didn't marry her, too...did you?" she asked, very
afraid of what his answer was going to be.

"Buffy...it was a long time ago...and we haven't really
been together...not the way you and I are...."

"Oh, God," she gasped, wringing her hands. "You are...
you're already...already married...to her..."

"Buffy," he reached out one hand. "Please, baby...let me
explain this to...."

"How could you?" she asked, then burst into tears. "How
could you do that...to me...when you knew...you knew...
that...that I..."

She whirled around and ran for the door, but he caught
her before she could escape.

"Baby, please..." he begged her. "Don't cry..it's not
what you think...I swear."

"Let go of me," she sobbed, shoving him away.

"No, I won't," he said. "Not until I make you understand."

"Understand WHAT?" she nearly screamed. "That
you're a...a...bigamist?"

He clapped one hand over his mouth, quickly.

She glared at him. "Are you laughing at me?"

He shook his head, without moving his hand. If she
saw him laughing, it was all over.

"You are so!" she said, stamping her little foot.

Biting down on his inner cheek, hard enough to
draw blood, he moved his hand away from his
mouth. "I'm not...I swear it."

He had forgotten how emotional teenage girls
could be.

"Listen to me," he said calmly, reaching for her
hand. "I'm not a bigamist. When I claimed you,
it cancelled out my claim on Drusilla. Not that we've
exactly been close for some time now, but still..."

Her lovely green eyes were shimmering with un-
shed tears. He could actually see her trying to act
mature about her situation.

He reached for her again, and this time she allowed
him to hold her. When he felt she was ready for it,
he moved her back over to the bed and made her
get in, then followed her and held her until she was
almost asleep.

He had never, in any part of his existence since he'd
become a vampire, been so unsettled and uncertain
of what he was going to do next.

Drusilla was waiting for him and, mated or not, he
still had a responsibility to look after her.

But here and now, holding the slayer in his arms
and listening to the comforting sound of her heart
beating, he couldn't see any future without her.

So, what the hell was he going to do now?


~~~~~~~~~~
"You think that I don't even mean
A single word I say
It's only words, and words are all I have
To take your heart away.."
~~~~~~~~~~



An hour later, he glanced at the clock and frowned.

Buffy had fallen asleep in his arms, and he'd been
enjoying the pure contentment of holding her as
she dreamed.

He had hurt her once tonight already, and now he
was going to have to wake her up and do it again.

Because he had to leave. Dawn wasn't far away,
and if he didn't go soon, he would be trapped here
all day. It would be difficult enough to explain to
Dru where he'd been, but staying away all night
AND all day would raise questions he wasn't
prepared to deal with.

But, God...she was sleeping so sweetly. And
he wanted so much to hold her a while more, then
wake her and make love to her sleepy, warm body
and winsome mind.

Carefully, he disengaged himself from her em-
brace, and she sighed softly as she turned over
on her stomach.

"William," she whispered softly in her sleep, smiling
tenderly.

Regretfully, he pulled his pants, socks, and
shoes on. His jacket was still downstairs. His shirt
of course, was a write off, but he had some things
in the trunk of the car that had never been unpacked
and he'd no doubt find something.

Sitting on the side of the bed, he leaned over and
kissed Buffy's cheek. "Wake up, honey," he said,
giving her a gentle shake.

After a moment, he saw her eyelashes lift, revealing
slightly confused green eyes. She rolled over on
her back and gazed up at him.

"I have to go, sweetheart," he said, stroking her
hair.

"You do? But...but it's not morning yet." She sat
up in bed, holding the sheet over her naked body.

His shy little slayer was back.

"But it will be soon," he explained. "And if I don't
go now...." He let the rest of the sentence trail
off.

"Oh," she murmured, pushing her hair out of her
eyes. "Okay."

She began to climb out of the bed, but he stopped
her. "Don't get up, baby. You stay here and keep
warm. I'll lock the door downstairs."

Buffy nodded mutely. She wanted to cry and stomp
her feet, to do whatever she had to do that would
keep him here. But she was too afraid that such
theatrics might send him running for the hills per-
manently.

"Goodbye," she said, trying for a brave smile.

He hesitated a moment, then smiled back at her. "Hey,
what if I come and pick you up tonight and take you
to that carnival?" he said, hoping to see the light
come back to her sad eyes.

She looked at him doubtfully. "You know what I'm
going there to do," she warned him.

He brushed it off. "Well, I'll just hide my eyes whenever
you pull out your stake," he replied.

Finally, she giggled. That little girl laughter he loved
to hear on her lips.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"You bet I am," he assured her. "And when you're all
done, I'll take you on the ferris wheel, if you let me kiss
you at the top."

Buffy sighed happily, a young girl easily diverted from
the tragedy she'd imagined her life to be a while ago.

"And cotton candy?" she asked.

"As much as you want, little girl," he promised. "Kiss
me goodbye now....."


~~~~~~~~~~
"It's only words
And words are all I have..."
~~~~~~~~~~


He pulled the front door closed behind him,
then walked around to the trunk of his car.

As he'd thought, there were several shirts and
sweaters he hadn't bothered with since they'd
been purchased.

Grabbing a dark blue one, he tugged it over his
head, then closed the trunk.

As he slammed it shut, his eyes went automatically
to her bedroom window. She was standing there,
watching him go, her body outlined in the golden
glow of her bedroom lamp.

His unbeating heart constricted in his chest as
their eyes met and communicated silently.

For a count of five, they stood absolutely still.

Then, at the same moment he moved from around
the back of the car, she turned and ran from the
room, grabbing her robe and slipping it on as she
pelted down the stairs.

When she yanked open the door, he was standing
there waiting for her. Without a word he stepped in-
side and slammed the door.

Picking her up in his arms, he once again carried
her up the stairs.


~~~~~~~~~~
"To take your heart away...."
~~~~~~~~~~


(Be sure to let me know if you're
still having fun)

Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine
Feedback : All I can get!
Summary: Takes place early second
season. I've changed the facts of
School Hard to suit me. For the
purpose of this story, Angel never
existed and Spike is a bit different.


Part Eleven....

Ever Since The World Began


~~~~~~~~~~
"I'll never know what brought me here
As if somebody led my hand
It seems I hardly had to steer
My course was planned..."
~~~~~~~~~~



Buffy sat on the floor in the middle of her dish-
eveled room, tying her shoes. She glanced at
the clock, happy to see that it was nearly nine.

That meant he would be back soon.

After spending the entire day here with her, he
had left at 7:00, promising to return by nine to
take her to the carnival.

Although she knew that the reason he'd had to
leave had been Drusilla, she was trying very
hard to push that information to the very back of
her mind and not think about it.

Easier to say than to do.

Tying the final knot in her shoelace, she jumped
to her feet and fished her weapons bag from the
closet. After packing all her necessities, she
took the bag downstairs and left it by the front
door.

When the bell rang, she took a quick last look
in the mirror and pulled the door open.

William stepped in and pulled her into
his arms. "Hello, darling. Did you miss me?"

Before she could think up a reply, he lunged
forward and kissed her until her head was dizzy.

When he finally released her, she was nearly
unable to keep her knees in working order.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked.

"Uh-huh. Ready to go," she nodded. "Where
are we going?"

"Carnival..vampires..remember?"

"Oh! That's right," Buffy said, still a little dazed. "They
go to ride the tilt-a-whirl and...and eat cotton candy. Is
THAT what you said?" She shook her head to clear
it. "That doesn't sound right."

He smiled. "It's close enough. Let's go."



~~~~~~~~~~
"And destiny, it guides us all
And by it's hand, we rise and fall
But only for a moment
Time enough to catch our breath.."
~~~~~~~~~~



Once they were inside the front gate, she paused
to take it all in. She loved carnivals, loved every-
thing about them, and they were particularly pretty
at night when all the neon was glowing in every
color of the spectrum.

The squeals of laughing children coming from the
midway; the scent of the diesel fuel used for the
rides and the hum of their powerful motors; the tinny
rock music echoing from speakers scattered through-
out the grounds; and the "come ons" issued by the
carny workers running the games of chance.

In the aisle where the food vendors were set up,
there was something for everybody, from the ordinary
hot dog and hamburger stands to the more exotic
fare from various countries around the world.

Cotton candy, popcorn, deep fried potato chips,
sno-cones, funnel cake, candied apples, cinnamon
buns the size of a dinner plate...a junk food
lovers paradise.

It was perfect for her.

"Are you hungry, love?"

She smiled up at him. "Is the sky blue?"

He squeezed her hand. "What do you fancy first,
then?"

Buffy sighed. "Decisions, decisions."

"Well, we could start at one end and work our
way to the other," he suggested.

"Stop," she gave him a little push. "I don't have
THAT big an appetite."

He shrugged. "All right...we'll skip every other
one."

"I STILL couldn't eat all....is THAT fudge?"

She towed him along by the hand over to the
candy makers booth.

"I thought you came here to slay vampires,"
he teased.

"Well, yeah," she grinned, "but I work better
on a full stomach."

He turned her around to look at him. "Didn't you
have any dinner?"

"Oh...yeah," she stammered. "Of course I did. I
had..I...well, no. Not exactly."

"Not exactly?"

"I was saving my appetite." She laced her fingers
with his. "After all," she said appealingly, "half
the fun of a carnival is pigging out on junk food."

"Hmm." He squeezed her hand and walked her
away from the chocolate display. "How about we
put something a little more substantial in your
stomach first?"

"Okay," she agreed, trotting alongside him. "There's
a corndog stand over there. I could...what?"

He pulled her to a halt. "That's not what I had in
mind."

"Nachos?"

"No."

"Pizza! You can't complain about pizza. It's
got cheese and vegetables on it."

He smiled. "Vegetables?"

"Yeah," she said brightly. "Mushrooms."

Biting the inside of his cheek, he shook
his head. "All right..pizza it is."

"And then fudge?"

He nodded in surrender. "And cotton
candy."

Buffy laughed. "And a caramel apple?"

'You're gonna make yourself sick," he
observed.

She shook her head. "I never get sick. My
mom says I have a cast iron stomach."

"Good thing for a slayer to have, I s'pose."

"Well," she amended. "I never get sick because
of junk food. Slaying still makes me queasy
sometimes. Not vampires, cause they're just
stab and poof..."

He placed his hand on his chest. "Ouch."

"But other things," she went on. "Like this one
demon I killed a few months ago. He was running
around town eating everyones pets. All the puppies
and kittens were disappearing!"

She almost sounded more horrified by the idea
of the pets being swallowed than by the killing
of human beings.

"I had to go after it when it tried to grab a kid
in the park. Well, it turns out to be a total coward
and that's why it only attacked small, helpless
things. So, it saw me coming and figured since I
was small, I must be..."

"Helpless?" he interjected.

'Yeah!" She giggled. "When he figured out what was
going on, he ran off. I chased after him and when I
finally caught up with him...ugh! He was like this
blobby sort of jellyfish thing, with eyes that stuck
out on stalks...three of them!"

"And then what happened?" he prompted,
fascinated by the tale.

"Oh, it was awful!" she said dramatically. "He smelled
like old garbage that's been rotting in the sun for a
week and I had to kill it by breaking it's neck." She
made a face. "After it was dead, I was just covered
with this slimy ooze and stuff...and I threw up all over
my brand new shoes."

Sitting down at a picnic bench, he pulled her
down on his lap and kissed her. "Poor baby," he con-
soled. "Remind me to take you shopping for some
proper slay wear."

Buffy smiled and kissed him back. "I thought you
were gonna feed me," she reminded him.

He nodded. "You sit tight," he said, shifting her
off his lap. "I'll be right back. Oh," he added
turning back, "What do you like on pizza, sweetheart?"

"Everything," she said, stuffing her bag under the
table.

"Everything it is then."

As he turned to walk away, she stopped him.

"Except for those little fish pieces! I don't like
those."

"All right."

Three feet further on, she added. "And no green peppers,
either."

"Got it."

"And onions! No onions."

"Yes, darling."

"And to tell you the truth," she said. "I can live without
the mushrooms, too."

He stopped and came back. "Anything else you
DON'T want on it?"

She thought about it, quite seriously. "Um...no ham or
pineapple...and if the sausage looks greasy, then
no sausage, either."

"So, basically," he said patiently. "All you want on
it is cheese."

"Basically," she nodded agreeably. "Am I being too
difficult?"

Looking down into her guileless green eyes, he
melted. "No, angel. You're not a bit difficult. I want to
please you in every way possible." He leaned over
and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'll be right back."



~~~~~~~~~~
"And we're just another piece of the puzzle
Just another part of the plan
How one life touches the other
Is so hard to understand.."
~~~~~~~~~~




He placed her food in front of her, then bent
down to steal another kiss. "You eat up, love.
I'll be right back."

She looked up at him. "Where are you going?"

"Not far, I promise. I'll be back before you miss
me."

Buffy gestured at the pizza. "You don't expect me
to eat all this by myself, do you?"

Although he was quite certain that she was
fully capable of it, he shook his head. "Just eat
as much as you want, honey, and then I'll ply
you with sweets."

She gave in as graciously as she could, and
he turned and disappeared into the crowd.

It didn't take him long to find what he was looking
for, because it wasn't very far away from where he
had just been.

Doubling back, he came up behind his quarry
and grabbed it, yanking it back into the shadows.

"Well, well, well," he said, his eyes blazing gold
fire as he gave the smaller vampire a good shaking.
"And just what are YOU up to?"

The young vampire struggled briefly, then gave in
when it became apparent that fighting was useless.
He was hopelessly outmatched.

The vampire couldn't have been more than seventeen
or eighteen at the time of his turning. He had a mop of
dirty red curls and a face full of freckles. Had it not
been for his vampire features, he could have played
Tom Sawyer in his school play.

"What's your problem, man?" he squeaked. "I'm
not bothering you!"

"That's true," Spike said. "You're not bothering me..
yet." Releasing the youth from his grip, he stepped
in front of him to prevent him leaving. "But I have a
job for you. Be smart...and do exactly what you're
told...and you just might make it out of here with
all your parts intact."

The other vampire settled down, and Spike relaxed
his hold on him. "What's your name?"

"Anthony," the boy muttered.

"Anthony," Spike repeated. "Come and see some-
thing, Anthony." He guided the young vamp to a
spot where he could observe the crowd, then
nudged him roughly forward. "Do you see that girl
sitting over there?" he asked, gesturing in Buffy's
direction.

"Which girl?" Anthony replied. "There's about a
thousand of them out there."

"THAT girl," Spike said through clenched teeth, as
he took hold of the boy's head and turned it, none
too gently, in Buffy's direction. "The pretty one wearing
jeans and a red blouse."

Anthony looked. "You mean the one with pizza
sauce on her face?"

Spike turned his head so the other vampire wouldn't
see him smile. "Yeah, that's the one."

The young vamp took a longer look, then grinned
lewdly. "Nice rack," he commented.

It took every ounce of restraint Spike could summon
up not to tear Anthony's head off and shove it up
his ass.

"You never mind about that," he warned. "Just take
a good look at her face. Memorize it."

Anthony began to get impatient. "So? What about it?"

"Do you know who she is?" Spike asked.

The boy shook his head. "I'm new around here. Why?
She someone special?"

Spike chuckled. "Has anyone told you about Slayers
yet?"

Anthony looked in Buffy's direction again. "THAT'S
the slayer?" he asked, snickering. "That little girl?"

Spike looked at him. "That little girl could take you
apart and put you back together again without break-
ing a sweat."

About to laugh again, Anthony got one look at the
expression on Spike's face and smothered his mirth.
"The slayer, huh?"

"Mm-hmm. Do yourself a favor, Anthony. Round up
all your little playmates and disappear. I'd advise you
to leave Sunnydale completely, but I doubt you're
smart enough to do it, so just get the hell out of
here." Spike gave him a shove. "This is the only
warning you're gonna get."

Anthony backed up a few feet, straightening his
clothes. He hadn't been undead for very long, but
he knew better than to question or challenge a
master vampire.

He turned to leave, but Spike caught him again.

"One more thing, Anthony. You pass the word to
whoever you can...stay away from the slayer. She
belongs to me. Anyone that touches her is gonna
die a real nasty, painful death. A permanent one."

As he watched the younger vampire scamper off,
Spike knew he was under the impression that he
had ordered Buffy off limits so that HE could be the
one to kill her.

He didn't care, though. He would do or say whatever
was needed.

Spike was well aware of the fact that he couldn't
always keep her safe, but tonight the only vampire
she was going to see was himself.

Later, if circumstances required it, he would claim her
publicly and deal with the fall out then.

The fall out....and Drusilla.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Still, we walk this road together
We travel, go as far as we can
And we have waited for this moment
Ever since the world began..."
~~~~~~~~~~


An hour later, they had scoured every inch of
the carnival grounds twice and found nothing.

Anthony had apparently taken the warning
he'd been given and passed it along. The only
vampire left in the vicinity was the one holding
the slayer's hand tightly in his own.

"I think you and Giles must be wrong about this
carnival business," Buffy said. "I haven't seen a
single vamp all night..except for you," she smiled,
pressing her cheek against his bicep.

"You may be right, love."

Turning from "Spike" back to "William", he had
returned to Buffy just in time to see her depositing
her trash in the container. When she sat back down
and took her hairbrush from her bag, he had come
up behind her and dangled in front of her a gold
chain with a delicate crystal heart hanging from it.

She had been as thrilled with the gift as though he'd
presented her with the Star of India Sapphire, and had
thanked him effusively. In fact, she had kissed him
so sweetly and thoroughly that he'd made a mental
note to present her with a diamond at the first oppor-
tunity.

Assuming that his absence had to do with the
purchase of the necklace, she hadn't questioned him
about where he'd gone off to.

"I think we should call it a night, love," he
suggested. "There's nothing going on around
here."

"But we don't have to go, do we?" she asked.

"Course not," he said, kissing the top of her
head. "Let's just relax and have a little fun."

Buffy dragged him from one place to another,
enjoying herself as fully as any child there did.

He kept his promise and bought her cotton candy
and an entire pound of fudge, taking advantage
of the sugary taste by kissing her sticky lips as
often as possible, then licking them clean with his
tongue.

Showing off for her on the midway, he knocked down
stacks of iron milk bottles that were never meant
to be knocked down, and certainly couldn't be by
an average person.

Although she was quite equal in strength, she didn't
feel like showing it and was content to "ooh" and
"ahh" over him, as though she was completely amazed
by his manly prowess.

It wasn't long before they attracted an audience. The
carny running the ball throw was almost purple with
anger every time he had to hand over another stuffed
animal, but the girls standing around watching were
more bothersome to Buffy.

With his shirt sleeves rolled up, and his muscles
flexing every time he pitched a ball, her lover was an
impressive sight, and Buffy couldn't help feeling a bit
show-offy herself.

He completely captivated the girls with his strength
and good looks. Once Buffy was holding a teddy bear,
a unicorn, and a Snoopy, he gallantly handed the rest of
the animals over to the five young ladies applauding
him.

Back at the food vendors, he indulged in a fantasy
he'd had since the first time he had seen her, by
sitting her on his lap and spoon feeding her ice cream
and strawberries.

After they were finished there, she made him take her
to see what was billed as the "WORLD'S LARGEST
HORSE!" It was huge, indeed, and Buffy tried to coax
it closer so that she could feed it some hay she'd
picked up from his stall.

As the creature lumbered towards her, William kept
a hand on her belt, prepared to pull her away quickly if
the animal became aggresive and tried to take a bite
out of HER, and not the food she offered it.

But he turned out to be a docile enough beast, and
Buffy laughed like a child when he ate from her hand,
snuffling against her skin with his velvety nose.

Back outside again, he steered her back to the
midway in the direction of the ferris wheel. After
a brief conversation with the ride operator, in which
a twenty dollar bill changed hands, he ushered her
onto the ride and sat beside her, pulling the lap
bar down.

The operator kept everyone else off the wheel,
and after they had gone around enough times to
make Buffy dizzy, he stopped the ride when they
were at the top.

With the city below them lit up in glittering
splendor, Buffy was taken into her lovers
arms and kissed...over and over again.

When she pulled back for air, he buried his
face against the side of her neck. "I love
you...only you," he whispered. "My little
angel...my love...my wife."

When he tried to kiss her again, she pressed
one hand against his chest. "Let's get down
from here," she said urgently.

He smiled. "Can't wait either, can you?"

She swallowed hard. "Oh, dear."

Taking a closer look, he noticed that she was
flushed and a little sweaty, but she didn't
seem to be pleased about it. "What's wrong?"

Buffy took a deep breath. "Cotton candy,"
she whimpered.

"What?"

"Fudge...pizza...ice cream..." She clapped
one hand over her mouth and her eyes widened
in alarm.

"Oh, God..." he said, then leaned over and
hollered at the ride operator to get them down
immediately.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Taking in the times gone by
We wonder how it all began
We'll never know...and still we try
To understand..."
~~~~~~~~~~



She nearly made it to the women's rest-
room. Fortunately, there was a large trash
can between her and her ultimate goal.

Hanging over the side of it, she emptied the
vile contents of her stomach as William held
her hair away from her face and rubbed her
back.

"S'all right, love...just get it all out," he said
soothingly, angry at himself for indulging every
one of her cravings.

When she was finished, she looked up at him
with her face as red as he'd ever seen it, hor-
ribly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly.

"Baby...you haven't done anything to apologize
for," he assured. "You got sick...that's not your
fault."

"But I feel so stupid," she said, pushing at her
damp hair. "Like a little kid or something."

He gave her a gentle push towards the rest-
room. "Why don't you go and wash your face,
honey...you'll feel a little better."

She nodded and rummaged around in her
bag, extracting a small plastic baggie containing
a toothbrush and a tube of Crest.

When she saw him watching her, she shrugged.
"After I threw up on patrol that night, I started
carrying this in my bag."

He nodded. "Good idea."

She came back out ten minutes later, looking
much better than she had when she'd gone in.

Her hair was neatly brushed and her face was
clean and dry. When he kissed her, there wasn't
a trace of anything on her breath except the
peppermint flavor of the toothpaste.

"Feel better?" he asked, holding out one
hand.

"A lot better." She slung her bag over her sholder
and took his hand, falling into step beside him as
he headed for the parking lot. "Except for my
pride."

He stowed the stuffed animals in the trunk of
the car, then came around and made sure she
was all right before closing her door.

When they were a couple of miles down the
road, she scooted across the seat and snuggled
up to him.

"That's better," he said, smiling down at her. "I
knew something wasn't quite right."

The windows were rolled down, and the night
breeze felt good. He turned on the radio and
she fiddled with the buttons until she found a
station playing soft jazz.

"You all right, love?" he asked again.

"Fine," she said, innocently placing one hand
on his upper thigh.

His body tensed. That warm little hand of hers
was so close to where he really wanted it to
go. "You're sure you're all better?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," she said.

"Don't feel sick at all?"

"No. Everything came out," she shook her head.

**Well....nothing ventured..**

"That's good." He took his right hand off the
steering wheel and placed it on hers.

When he began to move it up his thigh,
she inhaled sharply and looked at him.

"Ready to learn something new, love?"



~~~~~~~~~~
"And even though the seasons change
The reasons shall remain the same
It's love that keeps us holding on
Till we can see the sun again..."
~~~~~~~~~~


TBC.....

Thanks for all the feedback. I really
enjoy it.

Part twelve.....

Hot Summer Night

(On a hot summer night, would you
offer your throat to the wolf with the
red roses)


~~~~~~~~~~
"It was a hot summer night
And the beach was burning
There was fog crawling over the sand
When I listened to your heart
I heard the whole world turning
I see the shooting stars falling through
Your trembling hands...."
~~~~~~~~~~


"Something new?" she gulped. "When we get
home?"

"No." He shook his head slowly. "Right now."

Buffy was still uncertain. "Here...in the car?"

William lifted her hand and pressed a kiss into
her soft palm, then placed it on the fly of his
jeans. "Yes. Here in the car."

Her fingers curved instinctively over his prominent
erection, and he heard her breathing kick up a
notch. The thought of it was exciting her. He knew
it for certain when he picked up the scent of her
arousal.

"Unzip them," he said, without taking his eyes
off the road.

After a hasty glance about to make sure there
were no other cars around to see what she was
doing, Buffy grasped the tab of his zipper and pulled
it down.

When his hard length was released from the
confinement of denim, she looked at him curiously.
"Don't you ever wear underwear?"

He chuckled. "No. Too confining...especially when
I'm around you."

"Why especially me?" she asked, honestly unaware.

He smiled at her. "Because every time I see you, I
get an instant hard on," he said, waiting for her
cheeks to turn that fetching shade of pink he loved.

She obliged him by blushing, then surprised him
by reaching into his pants and taking hold of his
erection without being asked to.

He muttered a soft curse when he felt her small
hand wrap itself firmly around his cock.

"Do you like that?" she asked boldly.

"Yeah," he managed to say. "Now...slide your
hand up and down....that's it....oh, fuck, yes."

"Are you watching the road?" She glanced up at
him, concerned when she thought she saw his
eyes glaze over.

"Yes...I promise I'll...keep my eyes on the road..if
you'll..."

"If I'll what?"

He shifted in his seat, allowing the car to slow down
a little. "Go down on me..."

Her eyes opened wide with shock. "In the CAR?" she
squealed. "While you're DRIVING??"

"Yeah...please, honey," he begged, desperate to feel
her touch.

Buffy shook her head. "I don't think that's a good
idea at all!" she said firmly.

"Baby...I want to feel your mouth on me," he whispered.
"It's so soft and wet...come on, love...do it for me."

She was wavering, he could tell by the tone of her
voice.

"Park somewhere, and I will," she offered.

He shook his head. "No. Lay your head in my lap." He
slipped one hand up and around the back of her neck,
applying a little pressure. "Suck me."

Buffy allowed him to pull her down, although she was
still very ambivalent about the whole idea of doing
what he asked while he was driving a car. "I don't think
I should," she said, even as she was moving to do
what he wanted.

"Yes, you should," he replied. "I'll be careful. I promise
I won't...."

Anything else he'd been about to say was abruptly
erased from his mind when he felt her open her mouth
and take the head of his cock between her lips. She
sucked lightly, keeping hold of him with her right hand.

"Ohhh...baby, that feels so good..." he groaned softly,
stroking her hair. "Harder...suck harder...yeah..." His head
drifted back against the head rest.

"ahh oo aching uhh woad?" Buffy asked, trying to speak
around the considerable mouthful he was giving her.

The vibrations of her words on his sensitive prick was
mind bending, and his hips instinctively lunged upwards.
Unprepared for this, she gagged and tried to pull away.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, letting her move back and
catch her breath. "I'm sorry, love...I just wasn't expecting
you to try and talk...like that. Please...please don't stop.
I won't do that again," he promised.

Buffy was doubtful that he could keep that promise. She'd
far rather they went back to her house, and she would then
be perfectly happy to suck anything he liked. But she could
see by the look on his face that he wanted to broaden her
horizons again, and she wanted to please him.

Making a quick decision, she gathered up all of her
nerve and wrapped her arms around his neck. Leaning
over, she bit down on his ear lobe and whispered, "I...I
want you to..."

He was intrigued by her behavior. "You want me to what,
baby?"

Her cheeks flushing again, she buried her face against
his neck shyly. "...to make love to me." Sliding one hand
down, she took hold of his erection again, squeezing it
firmly. Hoping that he wouldn't suggest they try it while
he was driving, she murmured, "William...I want you
inside of me."

The feel of her warm breath on his skin was driving
him wild, and he swung the car into a U-turn and headed
for the coast road.

He pulled into the deserted beach parking lot and
hit the brakes, then switched off the ignition.

Reaching for her, he pulled her across her lap and
pressed his mouth down on hers, thrusting his tongue
in deep when she parted her lips.

After cracking her arm on the steering wheel
trying to get closer, she pushed him away a little.
"Should we...get in the back?" she panted.

He rubbed the red spot on her arm, and glanced
out the window. Gazing up and down the water-
line, he was suddenly struck by an inspiration.

Opening the car door, he climbed out and
rezipped his jeans. "Come with me," he said,
holding out one hand.

Buffy slid over the seat and got out on the driver's
side. Placing her hand in his, she looked up at
him and waited.

~~~~~~~~~~
"You were licking your lips
And your lipstick's shining
I was dying just to ask for a taste
We were lying together in a silver lining
You know there's not another moment
to waste..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Placing another hard kiss on her mouth, he began
tugging her across the sand towards a deserted
life guard tower.

Urging her up the ladder, he followed and pushed
her up against the outer wall of the enclosure. Cap-
turing her mouth again, he tugged her blouse out of
her jeans and began to unbutton it.

Buffy broke the kiss and opened her mouth to
speak, but he placed his hand over it before she
could protest.

"Yes," he said curtly. "We're gonna do it right here
and right now. Outside. I'm gonna pull your pants down
and spread your legs, and I'm gonna bury myself in-
side of you. I'm gonna fuck you until your knees give
out...and then I'm gonna fuck you some more. Under-
stand?"

Her eyes wide as silver dollars, she nodded.

Removing his hand from her mouth, he dropped
to his knees in front of her and began to yank open
her belt buckle, even as he wondered if he'd been
too blunt and demanding.

But then, he felt her fingers playing in his hair
and caressing his neck. He looked up at her and
saw her staring out at the dark water, a tender smile
curving her lower lip, and he knew that she was
enjoying his roughness.

He pulled her pants and underwear down around
her ankles, then nudged her legs slightly apart
and darted his tongue in between them, tasting the
wetness there.

Buffy gasped and closed her eyes. Her head dropped
back, impacting painfully with the wall, making a nice
hollow thudding sound. "Ouch," she squeaked.

"Careful, love," he said, looking up at her.

With one hand rubbing the back of her head, Buffy
used the other one to force him back between her
thighs.

Delighted with her demanding gesture, he began to
lick and suck her, eagerly swallowing the fluids drip-
ping from her. "God, baby...you taste so sweet. I
could eat you forever."

~~~~~~~~~~
"When you hold me so close
That my knees grow weak
And my soul is flying
High above the ground..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Her hands were on his face, forcing him to
look up at her. "Kiss me," she whispered.

Lunging to his feet, he took her mouth with
unashamed lust, his tongue sweeping into it
and touching every slick surface.

Buffy's head reeled at the feel and the taste of
him, of HERSELF on his tongue. She wrapped
her own around it and sucked hard.

He placed his hands on her waist and spun
her around. "Kick your pants off one leg,"
he demanded, balancing her as she obeyed.

When they were out of his way, he spread
her legs a little wider and quickly unzipped
his jeans. Taking his cock in his hand, he positioned
it and began to push it in. With one stroke, he was
completely inside her, touching her womb.

Buffy's hands clutched at the damp wood, her
nails scraping paint off. He had one arm around
her waist and the other across her chest, his
hand sneaking under her shirt and bra to hold one
breast as he pounded into her from behind.

Bending his head, he nipped at her ear. "Do you feel
me, angel? Feel me sliding in and out of you? So
wet and tight...oh, God!...so good, baby."

With her cheek pressed against the "G" in the
word "Lifeguard", Buffy whined an inaudible response.

"Move your hips back against me.." he instructed
her. "When I push in...you push back...yeah, that's
it...that's my girl...such a good girl..."

Close to orgasm, she bit down on her lower lip, con-
centrating, striving for it, wanting it more than she'd ever
wanted anything in her life. Her hips moved rythmically,
clashing with his. So close...she was so...close....

He could feel the tension in her body, knew what
was going through her mind. Without a word, he took
one of her hands off the wall she was pressed up
against.

Raising it to his mouth, he sucked on her fingers until
they were very wet, then guided them down in front of
her. Placing them at the apex of her sex, he whispered
hotly in her ear. "Play with yourself."


~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm trying to speak, but no matter what I do
I just can't seem to make any sound..."
~~~~~~~~~~


"Wh..what?" she panted.

He kept his fingers over hers. "Play with your-
self," he repeated. "It'll help you come."

Closing her eyes tight, she shook her head. "Oh,
that's okay...I'm doing fine, thanks."

He could literally feel her skin heating up as he
smiled into her soft hair.

"Then do it for me," he said, licking her ear. "I
want to feel your hand down there." He moved
her fingers deeper between her thighs, guiding them,
making her rub them against her clit.

His other hand fondled her breast, tugging on the
hard nipple, squeezing it gently.

Bracing his legs a little farther apart, he sped up
the pace of his thrusts, grinding himself against
her soft ass as he babbled nonsense into her
ear.

"Buffy...oh...yes...my baby...mine...so...sweet...so
good...ahh...ahhh...gonna come...come on...come
on...do it baby...pleaseplease...love...love...you...come
with....me....NOW NOW NOW!! YESSSSS."

Redoubling the pounding of his hips, he made her
fingers move more firmly, rubbbing herself hard, until
she was panting and moaning and coming under his
touch, trapped between his pounding cock and his
teasing fingers.

As they recovered from the madness, he moved her
hand from between her legs and licked her fingers clean
of the sticky fluid that oozed out of her.

Then, without disengaging from her warmth, he
turned them around and leaned back against the wall.
Sliding down, he kept her on his lap as he cuddled
and caressed her, whispering his words of love into her
shell pink little ear....

~~~~~~~~~~
"And then you took the words
right out of my mouth
Oh, it must have been while you
were kissing me.

You took the words right out
of my mouth
And I swear it's true
I was just about to say I love you..."
~~~~~~~~~~


"You all right, love?"

Buffy nodded, her eyes hazy with pleasure. "I
think so," she mumbled.

"Look up at the stars, " he said. She did, and
he then told her to close her eyes.

Watching her long lashes settle on her cheeks,
he whispered again in her ear. "Can you still see
them?"

With her eyes closed tight, she sighed. "Mm-hmm."

He pressed his cheek against her hair. "Me, too,"
he said, rocking her in his arms. "Me, too."

~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh, you took the words right out
of my mouth,
It must have been while you were
kissing me.

You took the words right out
of my mouth,
And I swear it's true, I was
just about to say I love you....

Love you......
~~~~~~~~~~



TBC...