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Sweet Sixteen
Part 12



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hold me, hold me
Never let me go
Until you've told me, told me
What I want to know.."
And then just hold me, hold me.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


They stood on Buffy's front porch, kissing with a feverish
desperation, neither one wanting to be the first to pull away,
to have to part from each other...even for the remainder of the
night.

But eventually, they had to come up for air.

She placed her hands on his cheeks, stroking his warm
skin with her thumbs. "William," she whispered urgently,
looking up into his eyes.

Lowering his head, he buried his face against her throat. "I
don't want to let you go," he said. "I can't make my arms let
go."

"Me, neither." She moved her hand to stroke his tousled
curls, then pushed him away a little, offering him another
kiss.

A few moments later, she pulled away and started to say
something, but he stopped her by yanking her back into his
arms. "Not yet. Just a little longer, Buffy. Please. It'll be
forever until tomorrow."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Make me tell you I'm in love with you.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



"Buffy....say it again," he whispered hotly in her ear.

She looked up into his eyes. "I love you."

William smiled at her. "I'll never get tired of hearing you
say that."

"I'll never get tired of saying it."

They lingered in each other's arms for a while, neither
wanting to be the first to say goodnight.

"Can we do something tomorrow?" he asked. "It's
Sunday. Maybe we could go to the beach or some-
thing?"

Buffy nodded. "Okay. I have to go with my mom for
some new school clothes, but afterwards we could
go."

"When will you be home?"

"My mom can only stand shopping with me for a
few hours at a time," she said. "So I'm pretty sure
by 2:00 or so."

William ran his hands up and down her bare arms,
pleased that the nights were so warm in California that
she didn't need a sweater covering her soft skin. "What
are you going to buy?"

Buffy shrugged. "Some jeans and tops, I guess. I definitely
need some new shoes. My dad took me shopping a
couple of weeks ago, but he's even less patient than my
mom when it comes to the mall."

He smiled, thinking to himself that there was nothing in
the world he would enjoy more than taking Buffy to the mall
and buying her anything she liked. "More of these pretty
dresses?" he asked, fingering the soft cotton material that
clung to her waist.

"Maybe," she said, returning his smile. "Do you...have a
favorite color?"

His heart rate kicked up. She wanted to dress to please
him! "Buffy...I would love you in any color you wear," he
said, smoothing her hair away from her face. "But, I'll admit
that I'm partial to red."

"I'll see if I can find something red," she said shyly.

The porch light snapped on. It was her mother's not so
subtle signal that it was time to call it a night.

"I have to go in."

"I know." He slipped his arms back around her waist and
pulled her closer. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Buffy lifted her face, her lips parted and moist. As he lowered
his head to kiss her goodnight, her eyes closed and her arms
crept around his neck.

When he finally summoned the will to pull away, he
murmured, "Goodnight."

She said it, too...reluctantly...then went inside and began to
close the door. Before it was all the way closed, he put his
hand on it and stopped her. "I love you."

Buffy smiled and sighed. "I love you, too."

"See you tomorrow?"

"Yes...tomorrow."

And with that, he had to be content.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Thrill me, thrill me
Walk me down the lane where shadows
Will be, will be
Hiding lovers just the same as we'll be, we'll be
When you make me tell you I love you..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


He couldn't sleep.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her.
Whenever he took a deep breath, he caught
the scent of her perfume. When his fingers brushed
the cotton of his bed sheets, he felt her satiny skin.

This was agony, being away from her. How the hell
was he going to live until tomorrow?

William had never really been in love before. There'd
been a girl or two that he'd liked, or found sexy. He'd
had two fairly serious girlfriends, one when he'd
been fourteen, and the other during his sixteenth
year, but the feelings he could remember having for them
were nothing at all compared to the overwhelming
rush of love and passion he felt for Buffy.

He would do anything for her. Absolutely anything.

Just to see her smile...to hear her laugh...to feel
her touch...her little hands on his body...on his...

Groaning, he rolled onto his back and flung the
bedclothes violently onto the floor.

He tried to think of something else. School would be
starting soon, and he was actually looking forward
to it. He'd never attended a public school before, and
he was curious to see how different it was here in the
U.S.

And Buffy would be there. He would see her every day.
They could have lunch together...find places they could
be alone...kiss...and touch....and.....

"Bloody hell," he muttered, shutting his eyes tightly.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"They told me, be sensible with your new love
Don't be fooled, thinking this is the last you'll find.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


She couldn't sleep.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. When-
ever she took a deep breath, she caught the scent of
his skin, the clean smell of soap and just a trace of
aftershave. When her fingers brushed the hair out of her
eyes, she felt his touch.

Buffy hated being apart from him. She wanted to spend
every moment of her life in his arms. For the first time
ever, she was in love.

She'd thought she'd been in love before, but now she
knew better. The feelings she'd had for the one or two
casual boyfriends she'd left behind in Los Angeles, were
nothing but shadows of the emotions churning inside
of her every time she even thought of William.

This was love. Her mother and father would probably
try to tell her that she didn't understand true love. They
would consider her relationship with William to be
'puppy love'. Childish and sweet, but not the serious and
lasting type of love that she would find someday when
she was older and wiser.

They were wrong. So unbelievably wrong.

She loved William with every part of herself. Her heart
and her soul....and her body. All of it belonged to him, to
do with as he would.

The way he kissed her...the way he touched her...was
as close to paradise as she'd ever been. She was learning
so many new things about herself, about what she wanted
out of life, about what was really important and what was
not.

William was her first love, and someday...he would be her
first lover. She knew this as clearly as she knew the earth
revolved around the sun. It was meant to be.

Waiting until tomorrow was like slow torture, and nothing
would take her mind off of him. No matter what she tried
to think about...her mind always returned to the boy next
door.

Sitting up in bed, she threw her covers off. Her skin felt
hot and sensitive. The memory of his hands touching
her so intimately was making her ache to feel him again.

She shook her hair back out of her face, almost ready to
cry because she wanted so badly to be with him, to kiss
him, and to feel his hands on her, moving over her body,
touching her breasts and slipping down further between
her.....

"Oh, God," she whimpered softly, lying down and
closing her eyes tightly.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"But they never stood in the dark with you, love
When you take me in your arms and drive me
Slowly out of my mind..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


It was useless, trying to sleep, trying to think of anything
else but Buffy.

There WAS nothing else but Buffy.

So he let his mind wander, remembering every moment
of their time on the beach earlier.

As he replayed it in his brain, his hand crept down between
his legs and took a firm hold of his rapidly hardening shaft.

"Buffy," he whispered, gently stroking his aching flesh. "Yes..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Kiss me, kiss me
And when you do I know that you
Will miss me, miss me
If we ever say adieu, so kiss me...kiss me
Let me tell you I'm in love with you.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Her restless tossing had tangled her nightgown up around
her waist. She had given up on trying to sleep, there was no
point to it when the only thing she could think about didn't
relax or calm her in any way.

She wanted to be with William, lying on the beach in his
arms. Wanted to feel the gentle caress of his fingers in her
most secret place, the place he had found with unerring
accuracy, the place he had touched over and over again.

Buffy closed her eyes and pictured it in her mind. The ocean
rolling in and out, the sound of his voice whispering in her
ear, the dizzying pleasure of his hands and his mouth...

"Oh, William," she sighed, letting her hand delve between
her thighs. "Touch me....."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Never, never, never let me go..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TBC.....
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