Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Part thirty.....
Now and Forever
~~~~~~~~~~
"When love is new
And the world is out reaching for you
We try hard to hold it all
In our hands
But it slips through like soft drifting sands
But drying the tears
Can build it all like new"
~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy waited in the car as William stopped in the
hotel office for the key.
He had called ahead on the way, making sure that "their"
room was available, promising her that if it wasn't, he
would make it so.
She was was so happy to see him and to touch him,
she wouldn't have cared if he took her to the sleaziest
fleabag motel on the highway out of town.
Swiveling in her seat, she saw him exit the building. He
had the key in one hand and a small white box in the
other.
When he'd reseated himself in the car, he handed her
the box. Buffy turned it over, and saw the large red cross
on the top, underscored with the words "First Aid".
William parked the car in front of the cottage, unlocked
its front door and returned to help her out.
"You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, giving her his arm
to lean on. "Not too hurt, are you?"
"No, I'm fine," Buffy said, smiling bravely. "Nothing
hurt but my dignity." Placing her weight on her ankle,
she gasped. "And maybe my ankle."
Without a word, he scooped her up and carried her
inside the cottage. He took her into the bathroom and
sat her on the counter. Lifting her foot gently,
he examined her ankle.
His touch was firm, but gentle. "I think you just strained
it, babe. It'll be a bit sore, but it's not serious."
Buffy grinned. "Slayer healing comes in handy."
William met her gaze with his. "This is my fault," he
murmured.
"No, it isn't," she insisted. "You didn't push me. I fell."
He shook his head. "You fell because you were chasing
after me. That shouldn't have happened," he said, shedding
his coat.
"Well....since you brought it up," she replied. "How did
you know I was there...and how come you left? Did you
come inside? Couldn't you...you know...find me? Is that
why you were leaving, and...and why were you driving so
fast? I heard your car and...well, I didn't know it was yours
at first, but then Xander said it was such a neat car and when
I looked, I saw you, but you..."
"Did you hit your head?" His voice was concerned as he
moved his fingers through her hair, searching for an injury
of some kind.
She knew she was babbling, and no doubt sounded a
little crazed. "Um...no. I just...banged my chin." She tilted
her face up. "Is it bleeding."
William examined her face. "Hardly at all. It's just a small
scrape." He took her hands and turned them to look at the
palms.
Buffy saw the first aid kit out of the corner of her eye. "It's
all right," she said, pulling her hands away. "It's nothing."
"In whose opinion?" he asked. Retrieving her hands, he
gently picked out a few specks of dirt. He opened the kit,
then ran water in the sink. When it was warm enough, he
carefully cleaned the scrapes with an antiseptic soap. He
dried her hands with a soft towel, then reached for a can of
Bactine.
Buffy immediately pulled her hands back. "I don't need that."
"Yes, you do," William insisted, reaching for the hands she
kept behind her back.
Big pain, Buffy could handle. But the little pains, like the sting-
ing from having antiseptic sprayed on an open wound, she
tended to avoid like the plague.
Immediately deducing the problem, William smiled. "My
brave little slayer's afraid of a little antiseptic spray," he
teased.
She shook her head. "I'm not afraid of it," she protested.
"Good." He reached for her hand again.
Buffy evaded him. "I just don't need it."
William shrugged. "Fine," he conceded. "But when your
hands get infected and you wind up in hospital, don't com-
plain to me. And, by the way, you'll find it difficult to
perform your duties as a slayer with a couple of hooks
where your...that's my girl."
She thrust her hands out, submitting quietly to the
remainder of his treatment.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Now and forever
Remember the words from my heart
Will always be true
Now and forever
Together, and all that I feel
Is my love for you..."
~~~~~~~~~~
When he was finished doctoring Buffy, William nudged
her legs apart and stepped closer. "This wasn't the way
I pictured our reunion, angelface," he said, with a rueful
smile. "I was thinking more moonlight and roses, and
less Phisohex and band aids."
She regarded him with a steady gaze. "Where have you
been?"
He hesitated, then picked her up and carried her out of
the bathroom. Sitting in one of the armchairs, he held her
on his lap as he explained.
"There's a small island off the coast of South America. It's
called Isla Nueva."
Buffy leaned her head against his shoulder and played with
his shirt buttons.
The feel of her body pressed so intimately against his, after
the long, lonely time he'd been without her, was playing
havoc with his senses. He'd almost forgotten how soft and
warm she was, and how good she smelled.
"On the night I left," he continued, "we discovered that there
was a healer living there...a warlock, actually...who could
possibly cure Drusilla completely. Problem was, we had to
leave immediately, that night. Arrangements were made for
us to board a yacht in Mexico..."
"But...why didn't you tell me?" Buffy asked, looking up to
meet his gaze with her own.
"I didn't have time, baby. We had to leave immediately. We
barely had time to pack. I wrote you a letter..."
"Yeah," she said, frowning at the memory. "I got it."
William shook his head and tilted her face up. "Not
that letter," he said. "In the car, on the way to Los Angeles,
I wrote you a letter telling you that I'd be back as soon as
possible. I tried to tell you how sorry I was to have to leave
the way I did."
Buffy sat up straight in his lap. "I never got THAT letter."
"I know...I never sent it," he replied, tightening his arms
around her. "I was about to...then I started thinking that
maybe you'd be better off if I didn't come back.."
"What?!" She grabbed the lapels of his shirt. "How could you
even think a thing like that?" she demanded.
He shook his head. "I know...it was stupid." He kissed
her lightly on the lips, then buried his face in her sweet
smelling hair. "I can never leave you, angelface. I couldn't
stand being away from you. If I'd had to go one more day,
I would have lost my mind."
"Well, I should think so!" she said, wrapping her arms
around him. "Please don't do that again," she added. "Don't
you know....I wanted to die when I thought I'd never see
you again?"
"I know, baby," he whispered, stroking her hair. "So
did I."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Learning each day
That the right time was so far away
To tell you the things I knew
Now, it's clear
That the moment we searched for is here
And counting the years is all I want to do
~~~~~~~~~~
"So...is she better?"
"Mm-hmm. Completely healthy again."
Buffy looked up at him. "You...you didn't bring her with
you, did you?"
He chuckled. "God, no. She's still on the island, I
guess."
She was happy to hear this. "Did you tell her...about me?"
"Yes. Well, actually I didn't really need to tell her. She
already knew that I'd fallen in love with another woman.
Remember...I told you how she has these visions?"
Buffy nodded. "What did she say?"
Instead of answering, he cupped her chin in his hand,
lifting her face. "Sweetheart...I promise I'll tell you anything
you want to know, but if I can't make love to you soon, I
won't be responsible for what happens."
Just hearing him say the words made her entire body
become pliant and calm in his arms. "I missed you so
much," she said, leaning forward and brushing her lips
against his.
He stood up and carried her to the bed. "Can you stand
for a second?" he asked, setting her on her feet.
Buffy tested her ankle by allowing her weight to rest
on it a little at a time. There was barely a twinge this
time. "It's fine," she said, looking down at her feet. "But
just look what I did to my dress."
William smiled. She hadn't changed a bit.
Kneeling in front of her, he examined the stained fabric
of her gown. There was a small smear of dirt where her
knee had ground the material into the pavement, and
a splatter of red fruit punch down at the hem.
"I'm sure this can be cleaned, angelface," he said,
glancing up at her. "It's a very pretty dress."
Buffy looked down at him, her eyes melting with tender-
ness. "I knew you'd like it."
"Did you have a nice time at the dance?" He urged her
to sit down on the side of the bed, then slipped off her
shoes and set them aside.
She shrugged. "It was all right. I would have liked it more
if you had taken me."
"Next time," he promised. His hands moved up the sides
of her legs, searching for the waist band of her pantyhose.
She lifted her hips, allowing him to pull them down and off.
"No garter belt and stockings tonight?"
Buffy shook her head. "I only wore those because you
were going to see them," she said, matter-of-factly. "I
didn't figure anyone would be seeing my pantyhose."
"Good thing," William murmured, stroking the soft skin
of her thighs. He sat back and unlaced his boots, then
tugged them off and climbed behind her on the bed.
Gathering up her hair, he pushed the fragrant mass
to one side, then leaned over to kiss the soft skin of
her neck and shoulder. "When is your next school dance?"
Buffy tilted her head to one side. "Mmmm," she sighed
dreamily. "The junior prom, I guess."
William began to unzip her dress. "Well, you let me know,
and I'll take you shopping for a gown." He placed a gentle
kiss at the nape of her neck. "And shoes...something
pretty for your hair...and something sparkly for around
your lovely throat." He punctuated each offer with another
light kiss, trailing them down her back as her dress slipped
down around her waist.
Buffy's head was beginning to spin in the wonderfully
familiar way she'd missed.
"So, tell me," William said, unfastening her bra. "Do you
fancy diamonds...or emeralds, to match your eyes...or
rubies, the color of your lips?" His hands drew the lingerie
straps down her arms, then slid back up.
The touch of his fingers as they moved lightly over her
skin was making it difficult for her to concentrate on what
he was saying. Her eyes drifted shut as she leaned back
into his embracing arms.
"William," she whispered pleadingly. "Touch me."
Her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward as he
slipped his hands down and over them.
"Buffy," he said in her ear, gently licking her soft skin. "I
love you, baby...so much. I've missed touching you like
this...feeling your silky skin...making your nipples hard."
She whimpered when he lifted her breasts, and swept his
thumbs back and forth over the firm pink buds.
After a few moments, he released her breasts and
worked her dress off entirely. "Oh, baby," he said softly,
appraising every inch of her. "You are so damn beautiful
it almost hurts to look at you."
Reluctantly, he left the bed and began to undress. He
dropped his shirt on the floor, then raised his hands to
unbuckle his belt.
When her eyes darted away, he smiled. "Still my shy
little bride, aren't you?," he said, unzipping his fly. "I'm
glad to see you blushing again, angel. Sometimes, I
think I missed that most of all."
His pants dropped down around his ankles, and he
stepped out of them.
"Buffy...look at me." When she did as he asked, he
said, "Can you see how badly I want you." Pushing his
hips slightly forward, he indicated his unrestrained
erection.
Half hypnotized, Buffy watched him kneel on the bed.
Moving up beside her, he took her hand and placed
it on his hard length. When her fingers instinctively
wrapped around it, he groaned softly. "That's my
sweet little girl...yes...like that."
She slid her hand up and down, rubbing her thumb
over the head of his shaft. A pearly bead of semen
emerged from it, and she smoothed it back into his
skin.
William knew he couldn't allow this play to continue
much longer. He'd been apart from her far too long to
count on being able to control himself.
But, oh God....it felt so damn good.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Now and forever
Remember the words from my heart
Will always be true
Now and forever
Together, and all that I feel
Is my love for you"
~~~~~~~~~~
Even though she was out of practice, her memory
served to guide her movements. She fondled and
manipulated his erection in all the ways she knew
he liked best.
If his half spoken words and harsh grunts were any-
thing to judge by, she figured she must be doing
something right.
When he finally pushed her hand away, she knew it
wasn't because he wanted her to stop, but because he
was approaching a climax that he wouldn't be able to
control.
Almost before she knew what was happening, he
threw one leg over her, straddling her hips. Moving down,
he positioned himself between her splayed thighs,
then lowered himself and began tonguing her wetness.
Buffy threw her head back, grinding it into the pillow
beneath her. Her fingers slipped down and played with
the platinum silk of his hair.
Panting and writhing under the onslaught of his ravaging
tongue, she nearly screamed when he located what
surely must be the most highly sensitized place on
her body.
"Mmmm," he moaned. "Still the sweetest little pussy
I've ever tasted."
Licking her with hard strokes of his tongue, he brought
one hand up and slipped his index finger up and down the
heated cleft of her sex, dipping it teasingly inside her from
time to time, driving her insane with need.
When he couldn't stand to wait another moment, he moved
up from his vantage point between her legs and settled
down on top of her. "Hold me," he begged.
Buffy slipped her arms around him and pulled him closer.
One hand moved into his touseled curls and pressed his
face against her throat, while the other moved around his
back.
He adjusted his position, then began to push himself
inside her. "Oh, God....Buffy....sweetheart," he mouthed
against her damp skin.
Although she tried to relax, Buffy was a little surprised
to learn that a long abstinence from intercourse caused
some discomfort when the waiting period was over.
"I'm sorry, baby....am I hurting you?" William raised his
head and looked down at her.
Afraid that he might try and pull away if he thought he
was causing her pain, Buffy clutched him tighter. "No,
I'm fine....please don't stop."
She knew enough now to realize that the only cure
for the problem was to forge ahead and let her body
become accustomed to his invasion of it.
"Are you sure?" he asked, drawing back slightly and
then sliding back in.
Buffy nodded, raising her hips to meet his downward
thrust. "Yes....yes. Please....love me..." She pulled
at him until he had settled most of his weight on her,
propping himself only a little on his forearms.
"I do love you," he whispered in her ear. The fluids
that their bodies were producing was making their
joining slick and easier.
Buffy was relieved to discover that the pain was di-
minishing rapidly.
Holding his weight on one arm, William sent his free hand
down, cupping the back of her left thigh and lifting it. She
bent her knee and curved her leg across the small of his
back, giving him an even deeper penetration.
It wasn't long before he knew that this first time after
so long wasn't going to last. His body was already sending
him signals, telling him to get ready because it wasn't
going to wait much longer.
He began to thrust harder and deeper, releasing a soft
grunt every time his pelvis impacted against hers.
"Buffy...Buffy...baby," he chanted, a mantra of lust and
love. "Feels so good....so hot and wet...so fucking tight!"
When he angled himself so that the base of his shaft
rubbed her sensitive clitoris, her eyes flew open wide and she
began to move beneath him, seeking that delicious friction
on her own, allowing it to carry her over the edge.
William felt her nails digging into his skin when she came.
His thrusts increased in speed, until he was literally jack-
hammering himself into her, heedless of anything else in
the world but the pleasure he was seeking between her legs.
He lifted his head and captured her mouth beneath his,
thrusting his tongue between her lips, moaning when she
caught it and sucked it gently.
His control snapped and they were both caught up in
the storm of passion. He shouted with exultation as he
rammed into her over and over again, calling her name,
babbling words of love and tenderness, and of hot, raw
sex.
"Buffy...love...you...yes...yes...ahh...gonna come...oh
fuck!...do it...do it...now!"
He surged into her one final time, grinding himself against
her as he allowed his orgasm to take him under. The
clutching heat and wetness surrounding his cock was al-
most unbearably pleasurable, and he erupted inside of
her, spewing what felt like gallons of semen into her, giving
her everything that had been building up for so damn long.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Hold me as close as love will allow
Until all your fears are gone
What has all passed
Is over now
I'm here with you
I'm here with you
I'm holding on..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy was sated to the point of immobility. She
literally couldn't move one muscle in her body.
After a few minutes, her lover rolled off of her
and went into the bathroom. Returning with a damp
washcloth, he began to dab her with it, removing
the sheen of perspiration, then gently cleaning
between her thighs.
When he was finished, he tossed the cloth onto
the bedside table and climbed back into her bed.
Pulling her into his arms, he reclined back into the
pillows as he stroked her hair, reacquainting himself
with it's silky texture and the floral scent of her
shampoo.
She didn't say anything, and he assumed that the
unaccustomed activity had tired her out to the point
of falling asleep.
He was close to joining her when she suddenly sat
bolt upright in bed and stared down at him, wide-
eyed.
"You...you told them that you're my husband!?!"
~~~~~~~~~~
"Now and forever
Remember the words from my heart
Will always be true
Now and forever
Together and all that I feel
Is my love for you.."
~~~~~~~~~~
TBC
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