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Sweet Sixteen
Part 15




~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Only you, can make this world seem right
Only you, can make the darkness bright.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


William pulled his car into the driveway of
his uncle's house and cut the engine. He
turned to Buffy and reached for her hand.

Her fingers clasped tightly around his as she
looked at him and smiled. "I had a really nice
time," she said politely. "Thank you for dinner."

He shrugged. "You're welcome." After a long pause
he asked, "Do you have to go in now?"

Buffy's eyes darted to the second floor window of
her mother's bedroom. There was only a faint glow
coming from it, which usually meant that her mom
was in bed with the television playing softly, and when
that happened, she almost always fell asleep halfway
through whatever she was watching. Many times, Buffy
had crept into her mom's room and switched off the
set at 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning.

"I guess I could stay out a little later," she said
softly, turning back to William. "Technically, my
summer curfew is midnight, but my mom's pretty okay
about it if I'm a little late."

William glanced at his watch. It was only 9:30. He
could be with her for at least another hour and a half,
and maybe a bit longer than that.

"Did you want to go somewhere else?" Buffy asked.

There was only one place he wanted to go, but he
was hesitant to suggest it. He didn't want her to think
that he only had one thing on his mind, but he was
desperate to have some time alone with her.

It had been less than twenty-four hours since they'd
been able to do anything more than briefly kiss, but
it felt more like twenty-four years.

He'd given serious thought to the idea of suggesting
that they get a room in the hotel where they'd had
dinner, but had discarded the notion halfway through
the meal, not wanting her to feel as though he
was pressuring her.

Besides, a hotel room at this point in their relationship,
was temptingly dangerous. Had they gone through
with it, things could have gotten completely out of
hand and it was just too soon for that.

On the other hand, if he didn't get a chance to have
her all to himself for a while, he was going to lose his
mind.

There was only one place he could think of where
they could be alone to do what they wanted, but
could also rely on the close proximity of both his
uncle and her mother to keep things from going too
far.

"I was thinking," he began, trying to sound as
though his sanity wasn't riding on the outcome of
this endeavor, "that we could go to the pool house
for a while. Maybe...watch a movie...?"

Buffy nodded slowly. "We could do that," she
said agreeably.

William released the breath he'd been unconscious-
ly holding. He lifted the small hand that fit so
beautifully in his, and kissed it gently.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Only you, and you alone
Can thrill me like you do..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


It was the first time she'd been in the pool-
house, and she loved it on sight.

The small cottage had a living room area, with
a sofa, a couple of armchairs, and a pretty
elaborate stereo system on one wall. It was
flanked by a book shelf on one side, and a
small table on the other. On that table,
there was a television and cable box, a DVD
player, and some sort of video game system
hooked up.

On the opposite side of the room, there was a
door that Buffy imagined led to a bedroom.

To HIS bedroom.

She stared at it and swallowed...hard.

William closed the front door. Buffy jumped at
the sound, then giggled nervously.

"What's so funny?" he asked, warming her
with his smile.

"Nothing," she said, her voice light and high
pitched. Nerve chills chased up and down her
spine. "The door, it...it startled me."

She felt a little foolish, but his grin only widened.

"Sit down," he urged her, indicating the sofa.

Buffy tucked her skirt beneath her and took a
seat at one end of the couch, watching as he
took off his jacket and pulled the knot of his tie
loose.

"That's better," he said, pulling the tie off over
his head and tossing it on the back of a chair,
along with his jacket.

Feeling as though she should make some sort
of similar gesture, Buffy toed off her shoes.

William sat down in the chair, then removed his
own shoes and socks. "I like barefoot better, too,"
he said, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"And fill my heart with love
For only you..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"What would you like to watch?"

"Anything's fine with me."

William grabbed a box with several DVDs in
it. He sat down next to Buffy and began search-
ing through them.

"Something funny?" he suggested. "Scary?"

Buffy thought it over. "Something...romantic,"
she finally said.

William looked sheepish . "I'm afraid we'll have
to go straight to cable for that," he admitted,
picking up the TV remote, and thumbing the
'ON' button.

He set the box of DVDs down on the floor,
and Buffy picked it up and began to sort through
it herself.

"Die Hard...Die Harder...Top Gun...The
Terminator...Lethal Weapon numbers one, two,
three, AND four." She looked at him. "Bambi?"

William grabbed the DVD from her hand. "You
didn't see that," he announced, smiling at her as
he tossed it back into the box.

Buffy laughed. "It's okay," she said. "I like Bambi,
too."

"Well, you're a girl. It's coded into your DNA."

He began flipping channels, going rapidly from
2 to 504. When he started to go around again, Buffy
spoke up. "How can you even tell what's on?"

William shrugged. "Practice."

The constantly flickering screen was beginning
to make her dizzy, so she grabbed the remote
out of his hand. "My turn."

"Hey!" he protested. "Give that back!"

"No!" She giggled and held it out of his reach. "I'm
getting seasick."

Delighted at her cheeky manner, he pounced
and tried to wrestle the remote away from her.

Buffy stuffed it behind her, then leaned back
against the cushion.

"What, do you think that'll stop me?" he asked.

He leaned over her to wedge one hand between
her and the remote. As he dug for it, he over
balanced and fell on top of her.

Which brought their playful interlude to an
abrupt halt.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Only you, can make this change in me
For it's true, you are my destiny..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


With one knee riding between her thighs, he
leaned closer and began kissing her.

Buffy's arms crept up and around his neck as
her lips parted beneath his, allowing his tongue
into her mouth and meeting it with her own.

When they parted, he pulled back and looked
down at her. Her eyes were soft, warm with love
that he could feel all the way through him.

Moving up a little, he reached behind her and
switched off the floor lamp behind the couch.
Nothing but the glow of the television illuminated
the room. He slipped his hand behind her
again and pulled out the remote, then aimed
it at the TV and muted the sound.

He dropped the remote on the floor, and adjusted
his position again. Holding his upper body off
of her, he balanced his weight on one hand and
caressed the side of her face with the other.

"Buffy," he whispered, stroking her soft
skin. His thumb brushed against her moist
lower lip. "I love you."

Her breath came unevenly when she felt his
tender touch. "I love you, too."

William kissed her softly, his body molding itself
to hers, feeling each dip and swell beneath him.

His fingers moved tentatively from her cheek
to her right breast, cupping it, and gently
squeezing it's full, rounded contours.

Buffy instinctively arched her back, thrusting
her flesh more fully into his eager hand. She
waited on pins and needles for him to go
further.

Still kissing her, he swept his thumb over and
around the hard center of her breast, making it
harder still.

As he moved against her, Buffy felt her dress
begin to inch up. A brief flare of panic overtook
her, and she tried to move one hand down to
fix the problem.

William broke their kiss. "What's wrong?" he
asked, his hand still fondling her.

Her cheeks turned pink. "Nothing," she murmured,
pulling him back down and reclaiming his lips.

He moaned softly into her mouth as his hand
slipped behind her, searching for the zipper of
her dress. When she made no protest, he
began inching it down.

The material parted, and he moved his hand
inside, fumbling for the clasp of her bra.

She helped him by sitting up and reaching
behind to unhook it herself.

William moved his hand into the back of her dress
again, then slid it around front and under her
bra. His fingers closed around her breast and
massaged it gently.

Buffy shifted beneath him, loosening the
bodice of her dress. He helped her pull her
arms out of the sleeves, then tugged the silky
fabric down to the waistband. Drawing off her
bra, he laid it over the back of the couch.

Staring down at her, he felt himself harden
nearly to the point of pain. Buffy lay before him,
naked from the waist up, and his imagination
soared to new heights as he contemplated all
the things he wanted to do with her.

Not all of it was sexual in nature. He wanted much
more than that. Her beauty was inspiring him,
and he wanted to paint her, to write poetry and
songs about her. Entire symphonies were
swelling inside of him.

He wanted to leave something tangible behind when
their time in this world was over, to show whoever
came after them how beautiful she had been, how
special and perfect she would always be....

And how deeply he had loved her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"When you hold my hand, I understand
the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
My one and only...you."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



TBC.....
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