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.
Feedback. It's what I live for.
Caught Between Two Lovers
Part Ten....
Words
~~~~~~~~~~
"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...."
~~~~~~~~~~
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