Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer. Only the story is mine
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Summary: Set early season 2. A retelling of
Buffy and Spike's first meeting. For the
purposes of the story, Angel never existed,
and Spike is a little different.
Part Twenty-four (Meanwhile, back in Sunnydale)
Love With All The Trimmings
~~~~~~~~~~
"My dearest love, who existed in a dream
Till this evening when a wave came and
Swept me out to sea.."
~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy turned over in bed, restlessly kicking the
covers off. The day had been unseasonably warm,
and the room still felt hot and sticky.
Her nightgown clung to her sweaty body, making
her skin itch. She'd tried to cool herself down with
a tepid bath, but the effects had been temporary and
now she was a cranky, icky mess.
She realized that the heat was only part of the
problem. Unfortunately, it was the only part she
could do anything about.
The part of her that wasn't baking in the heat, was
simmering in a stew of unfulfilled need.
Up until the day she had received William's second
letter, she had refused to allow herself to think about
certain things. She'd had to, or she'd have gone
quietly mad trying to quell the fires that he'd stirred
up in her.
But now, knowing that he was coming back to her, she
didn't bother even trying to hold them off.
They were sneaky, hitting her entirely by surprise, usually
when she was unprepared for them.
Yesterday, they had attacked her in school. She'd been
in P.E., in the middle of the football field, running
relay races.
Waiting for her turn, she had seen out of the corner of
her eye, a kid from the track team doing laps. He been
similar to William in both height and weight, and he
wore his blond hair short.
She had stood and stared at the boy, completely
lost in her fevered imagination. Her gym teacher
had called for her to run, then called again a little
louder.
But, her trance hadn't been broken until Miss Cameron
had walked right up and blown her whistle in Buffy's
face. Startled, she had almost lost her contact with
the ground, and her ears had still been ringing an
hour later.
For the entire remainder of the school day, he'd
seemed to be everywhere she'd turned. In the cafe-
teria eating lunch, sitting with his friends outside
on the grass, coming out of the men's room by her
locker, and boarding the school bus after the dis-
missal bell.
Buffy had walked around all that long, seemingly
endless day, feeling an empty ache in her crotch.
An ache she couldn't soothe by rubbing herself against
the inseam of her jeans.
There was only one person who could relieve that
violent yearning, and he was still nowhere to be
found.
~~~~~~~~~~
"None of the loves you have known
Could prepare you for the love raging
Everywhere in me.."
~~~~~~~~~~
It had been bad enough losing him, but she'd also
lost the release valve for her sexual tension, and
the pleasure he had taught her to feel.
She was definitely going to get even with him for
that...if he would just show his face sometime
before she was too old to appreciate it.
Plucking her damp, cotton gown away from her
clammy skin, she sat up in bed and fixed the
problem entirely by whipping it off and throwing
it across the room.
She grabbed the corner of the bed sheet and
blotted the sweat that seemed to be pooling
everywhere on her body.
After she wiped the backs of her knees dry, she
began to work on the thin skin of her inner thighs.
Then, much to her own amazement, her fingers
let go of the sheet and crept up and up, finally
stopping when she touched the place that only one
other person besides her had touched.
Closing her eyes, and with her lips slightly parted,
she slid her fingers up and down the cleft of her
sex, trying to imitate the skillful moves William had
performed on her.
She had none of his finesse, but her eagerness
seemed to be making up for it.
Buffy stroked and fondled herself, embarrassed
beyond belief at what she was doing, but doing
it anyway.
Moving her fingers faster, she rubbed herself to a
near frenzy, then timidly allowed one digit to slip
inside her just the tiniest bit.
And, if she concentrated, she could imagine that
he had come into her room. Kneeling on her bed, he
crawled up her body on his hands and knees. His
mouth captured her's beneath it, and he began giving
her the often mentioned "long, slow, deep, soft wet
kisses that last three days."
~~~~~~~~~~
"For all the arms that have covered you
The hands that have touched you
And the lips you have lingered on before
Added together, would be less than an olive
In the banquet of love I have in store."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Why...why aren't you here?" she almost sob-
bed. "I need you...I need you."
"I know, sweetheart. I need you, too," he answered,
softly nuzzling her throat. "I'll be with you soon, I
promise. But...until then..."
"Until then....what?" she asked, gasping at the
sensation of his mouth on her moist skin.
"Touch yourself," he whispered in her ear. "And think
of me."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Love seasoned to entice
Love with all the trimmings, filled with spice
Love flavored to your whim
Served piping hot, with all the trimmings"
~~~~~~~~~~
"That's," she swallowed hard. "That's kind of hard
to do."
He chuckled, tickling her skin. "No, it's not. Just
imagine that it's my hand between your legs...all
right?"
Buffy nodded and took a shot at it. "You know....it's
really not the same."
"Slide your finger up to the top. Now, just rub yourself
there gently," he said, stroking her hair. "You'll find the..."
"Oh! I think I found it," she squeaked.
"Good girl," he murmured approvingly. "Rub a little
harder, now."
Buffy nodded and followed his instructions. Raising
her free hand, she wiggled her fingers. "Um...what should
I...?"
"Put it anywhere you like, sweetheart."
She thought it over for a moment, then shyly placed
it on the tender skin below her breasts.
"Oh, now," he scolded. "That's not where you really want
it...is it?"
Buffy was having a hard time concentrating. "No...not
exactly," she said, licking her lips.
William sighed. "Sweetheart...only YOU would be shy in
your own fantasy."
"Oh...I'm not blushing, am I?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Maybe a little." Taking her arms
in his hands, he lifted her slightly. "I know what you
want," he said into her ear, biting down gently on the
lobe, teasing the small gold hoop that adorned it.
"See...if I were lying beneath you," he went on, doing
just that, adjusting her until she was stretched out full
length on top of him, staring at the ceiling. "I'd have one
hand down here." He slipped his fingers between her
thighs, spreading the wetness liberally over her skin. "And
the other one...here." His free hand cupped and molded
her breast, squeezing it and tugging gently on the nipple,
making it firm and erect.
"Ohh.." she moaned. This was so much better. He always
knew just what she wanted...even before she did.
~~~~~~~~~~
"For, I'll decode every breath and every sigh
Till your every lover's wish is fulfilled
Before it's made.."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Can you feel my fingers inside you?" he asked,
moving them a little faster.
Buffy nodded. "Yeah. Uh-huh."
He waited a moment, then smiled against the soft
flesh of her throat. "And, does it feel good?"
"Oh," she added quickly. "Yes. It's just...it's been
so long." She lifted one hand and caressed his
cheek. "And I miss you so much."
"I know," he said softly. "I miss you, too. I love you,
sweetheart...and I'll be home soon."
"Promise?" she panted, lifting her hips to meet the thrust
of his fingers.
"Promise," he nodded. "Shall I go deeper?"
"Okay." She tilted her head back when she felt him
slide his wet fingers further into her slick passage. "Oh,
God....William..."
"Yes, baby?" He tightened his other hand around her
breast, fondling her roughly. "Tell me."
"I wish....I wish you were inside me....properly," she moaned,
clamping down on his teasing fingers.
"Soon, baby," he said, nipping at her neck. "Soon, I'll
have everything inside you." He sped up the pace of his
invasive touch. "You wait for me," he demanded. "Don't
let anyone else touch you. You're mine."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Toss in some jealousy and doubt
Should it be required
Not rest till there's nothing more desired"
~~~~~~~~~~
"I am," she sobbed on a ragged breath. "I'm yours...al-
ways...I love you....I love you...."
"I love you, too." His tongue licked the sweat off her
skin. "Only you, love. Only my beautiful bride...my
angel...my baby. Never leave your side again...I swear."
She was quickly approaching the point of no return. Her
fingers moved around the back of his neck and gripped
him, hard. "I'm...I'm your wife," she whimpered. "Me...not
her."
"You," he agreed, mouthing her vulnerable skin. "You're
my wife...my mate. I'm coming home...to you."
Releasing the hold he had on her breast, he sent his
other hand down between her thighs, cupping her sex
tightly and squeezing as his fingers plunged her into
an intense orgasm.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Thus, loving as I do
Never, never will you ever
Be untrue
Having love with all the trimmings
Waiting home...for you"
~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy's eyes opened wide as the waves of pleasure
began to recede. Slowly, she pulled her hands
out of her crotch, wiping them on the sheet beside
her.
She almost leapt right through the ceiling when her
mother's concerned voice came from the other side
of her door.
"Buffy!" (knock-knock) "Are you okay, honey?"
"Um...yeah. I'm fine, Mom," she answered, yanking
the top sheet up under her neck. "How are you?"
Her mother was silent for a moment. "I'M fine," she
finally said. "You're the one yelling in the middle of
the night."
"I...I was yelling?" Horrified, she wondered if she
dared asked precisely WHAT she'd been yelling. "I
guess I was having a dream?" she ventured.
The doorknob turned and her mom peeked in. "Are
you asking me or telling me?"
Buffy considered her options. "Telling you," she said
firmly. "It was a dream. Really."
Joyce shook her head. "It must have been a pretty
intense one."
"Uh, yeah," Buffy nodded. "You could put it that way...I
guess."
"So...you're all right?"
"Yeah. Goodnight." Smiling, Buffy gave her mom a little
wave."
"Goodnight, honey."
When the door was closed, she dove out of bed and re-
claimed her nightgown.
But before she tried to go to sleep, she went into the
bathroom and washed her hands.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Thus, loving as I do
Never, never will you ever
Be untrue
Having love with all the trimmings
Waiting home for you.."
~~~~~~~~~~
TBC
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