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Part forty-one...

Spellbound



~~~~~~~~~~
"Spellbound, obsessed
I'm entranced, possessed
I swear by stars above
I've never been so much in love..."
~~~~~~~~~~



Strangely, even in the places where their bodies
touched, she didn't feel cold. It wasn't until she had
been awake for a minute or so that she realized they
were lying beneath an electric blanket.

Buffy turned onto her back, then all the way to her
other side to look into his face and watch him while he
slept. This was a first for her. He'd never really slept
before when they spent nights together, or, if he did,
she was asleep as well and missed it.

It was a delicious sight, she had to admit. His hair all
mussed and curly, those long, dark lashes making little
fans on his high cheekbones. He made such an enchanting
picture that she didn't even notice the lack of breathing.

She was wondering what time it was when the little
brass mantle clock chimed twice.

Only two in the afternoon? Plenty of time, then.

Sleeping in his arms was wonderful, and it was definitely
something she wanted to do more of, but she'd missed
him so much, for so long, that it seemed like a waste of
time at the moment.

She'd kept herself occupied while he was gone. School
work and slaying duties had taken up most of her free
time, with a little bit of playtime initiated by her friends,
but when she'd been through with all that, there had still
been too hours of empty space she'd needed to fill.

So, she'd headed for the mall. And while she was there,
she'd discovered the bookstore.

Reading had never been one of her favorite things to
do. Her mother had spent years trying to convince her
that there was no substitute for a good book when you had
some time on your hands, but Buffy had always held more
to the philosophy that life was to be lived and not read about.

But while traveling aimlessly up and down the aisles
of Walden's Books, she'd happened upon the romance
section and noticed a whole new trend had appeared in
the genre. There were still plenty of cowboys, Scottish
brigands, and pirates, but they'd recently been joined by
a new type of romantic hero....vampires.

Most of the stories were fairly predictable and followed a
basic formula; 1.Creature of the night spies beautiful mortal
girl and seduces her without bothering to let her in on his big
secret; 2. Vamp falls totally in love with her and she with
him; 3. Vamp finally fesses up but decides he can't
bear to take her from the life she was meant to lead and drives
her away, keeping her from having to dwell in the darkness with
him instead of romping in the sunshine with the secondary male
lead, who, let's face it, was pretty dull and not nearly as handsome;
4. Saves her from some unspeakably evil danger, which was
usually caused by either a jealous ex-lover of his or a former
rival from his past; 5. All of which culminated in his total reformation
and the realization that any life together was better than
one apart; and 6. The big happy ending sex fest that followed.

The reason she knew all this was because she'd bought
and read every book she'd found.

The vampire heroes were kind of generic, if you could call
a vampire generic in the first place. They were all tall,
dark, and handsome, with 'piercing eyes' of either ebony or
jade green. All of them seemed to be leading a torturous life,
feeling a great deal of guilt and remorse for their
carnage, which they brooded about constantly, as though
they were still possessed of their souls, and how lame was
THAT!?

She couldn't help thinking, as she'd paged through the
books, that she had a unique point of view on the subject.
Maybe, someday, she would write a little something on what
it was REALLY like to love and to be loved in return by a
vampire. About how all encompassing it was. How it
occupied every waking and sleeping moment, until all a
person could think about was the next time they'd be with
their lover.

No. Who would ever believe it?


~~~~~~~~~~
"Caught up, entwined in your embrace
You are my all
No looking back, too far to fall..."
~~~~~~~~~~


These fictional vampires were nothing like the real
ones in a lot of different ways. For one, the only thing
that changed when they vamped out was their teeth.

But you couldn't blame the authors for that. Up until
she'd come face to face with her first vamp, she'd never
even dreamed of the sorts of changes that occurred, the
way their facial features totally deconstructed and re-
formed.

In fact, if things were very quiet, she could actually
hear the bones shifting, which seemed like it should
hurt.

Still, even if they'd known about it, the authors probably
wouldn't play up the differences. They'd want to keep their
heroes handsome and sexually appealing. She was probably
the only one in the world who found a real vampire to be
that way, in both his human and demon guises.

Hard to imagine that she was the only one. William had
shown her most clearly that all vampires were not cut from
the same piece of cloth, as Giles assured her they were.

Vampires were individuals, just as people were. Some of them
chose to be a certain way, while others opted to follow a
different path and behave more like a human than an animal.

She suspected that it might have something to do with the
kind of person they were before being turned. For some
reason, it was a subject that had never come up between
them, but now that it had occurred to her, she was definitely
going to ask him just who William Hamilton had once been.

Probably a very handsome and dashing fellow, she
decided, examining his fine features. The confident and "in
charge" type. She could picture him attending social gatherings
and commanding the attention of everyone in the room just
by the force of his strong personality.

And that wasn't even factoring in his outrageously
attractive face and form, which was a work of art all by
itself.

The blankets had slipped down to his waist, giving her a
nice view of his strong upper arms and well built chest,
all tapering down to those incredible abdominal muscles.

And of course, if you kept traveling south, things just got
better and better.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Spellbound
Baby, don't you know you've got me
Spellbound
Wrenched an unknown feeling from my heart
Baby doll, you know you keep me
Spellbound..."
~~~~~~~~~~


She couldn't lie there much longer without doing
something. Even though she hated to wake him up,
since he'd had so little sleep, the temptation to do just
that was a just a bit too hard to resist.

Now, how to go about it?

She'd read somewhere that if you stared intensely
at someone sleeping, that person would awaken. After
a solid ten minutes of it, Buffy decided that there
was no truth to the theory.

Rolling onto her back, she sighed loudly, then coughed
a little bit. When that got no reaction, she faked a sneeze,
jiggling the mattress for good measure.

Apparently, he was a really deep sleeper.

She cleared her throat, sat up and then laid back down,
changed positions, scratched a non-existent itch in the
middle of her back...nothing worked.

After taking it to the extreme of actually climbing out of bed,
going to the bathroom, and returning to bed...with as much
noise and movement as she could reasonably make...she had
to acknowledge the fact that if she wanted him awake, she'd
have to apply a little slayer strength to her shaking.

Or else....

The thought came to her without warning, then refused to
go away. There WAS one more thing she hadn't tried yet.

Slipping one hand beneath the blanket, she placed it on his
upper thigh. The unusual warmth of his skin was wonderful,
and she let her fingers fan out and stroke the hard inner
muscle they touched.

At that moment, 'something' stirred under the covers. She
froze for just a second, waiting to see if she was going to be
caught red handed, but he remained perfectly still.

Gathering up every bit of her nerve, she allowed her fingers
to continue exploring, moving so slowly it would have required
time lapse photography to detect any motion.

When he still didn't budge, she began to get a little
bolder. Her hand moved up over his thigh and caressed
his flat stomach, her little finger dipping briefly into his
navel. Nothing happened.

"How can I wake you up?" she asked softly.

"You're going about it in the wrong way," he
answered unexpectedly, making her jump in surprise.
"I'm enjoying all the attention you're lavishing on my
unconscious body far too much. I can pretend to be
asleep all day for that."

"Oh!" Her cheeks turned pink. "You...sneak," she
scolded half-heartedly. "That wasn't fair."

He looked up at her with lovely drowsy eyes. "I'd
be happy to drop back off if you'd prefer to do it that
way."

"Do what?"

"Whatever you like."

She considered his answer, tilting her head in contem-
plation. "Okay, then...close your eyes."

He obeyed, wriggling down into the mattress a little deeper.

Buffy pulled the covers all the way down to the end of the
bed, fully exposing his naked body.

"It doesn't seem quite fair that I'm the only one with no
clothes on," he said.

"What difference does THAT make?" she asked reasonably.
"You're asleep, remember?"

Kneeling next to his prone body, she peeled off her t-shirt
and tossed it on the floor, leaving on her bra and panties for
the moment.

"Did you take something off?"

"Do you always talk so much in your sleep?" She straddled
him, placing one knee on either side of his waist, but keeping
her body airborne. "Now...are you asleep?" she whispered,
dropping forward onto her hands.

"Yes," he whispered back, visibly trying to suppress a
grin.

Leaning down, she placed an airy kiss on his forehead,
then trailed her lips down his nose and over both his
cheeks. When she passed his own lips, he seemed to
strain forward in search of a true kiss, but she denied him,
ordering him to settle down.

Her lips placed a series of soft kisses along the line of his
jaw, then tugged playfully on his earlobe, making him squirm
slightly when she teased it with the tip of her tongue.

Ignoring the movement, she took her tongue elsewhere,
zeroing in on the base of his throat. Licking it as delicately
as a kitten at a saucer of milk, she moved a bit further down
his body.


~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm so high on love
I won't come down..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy was having an unbelievably good time playing with
William's body, even though he wasn't truly asleep. The
whole thing was giving her a sense of power over him that
she'd rarely felt, having usually been on the receiving end
of the advances.

She was enjoying herself so much, that she forgot to
feel any of the irritating shyness such things normally
brought out in her.

Blazing a gentle path of kisses down the middle of his
chest, she turned her head and rubbed her cheek against
his left pectoral, eliciting an almost soundless gasp from
him.

She sat up, reaching for his arms and raising them until they
were lying above his head. He smiled when she trailed her
fingertips down the smooth flesh of his inner arms from his
wrists to his armpits, stifling a laugh.

"Shhh" she murmured. "You're sleeping."

"I'm sleeping."

After a moment of thought, she reached around behind
her. "Don't open your eyes," she warned him, unfastening
her bra and letting it slide down her arms.

With the sort of cocky smile she'd picked up from him,
she leaned over again and pressed her breasts against his
chest.

His only reaction was to clench his fists.

Lifting herself slightly, she brushed the tips of her nipples
over his smooth skin until they were hard and sensitive.

William's control was amazing. He didn't make a sound,
although he did arch his back ever so slightly.

"Still asleep?" she inquired.

"Is that what you want?"

"Yep."

"Then I'm still asleep."


~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh, oh...what do we do?
You fell for me, I fell for you
Bewitched, but adored
I never loved like this before..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Watching him try so desperately to play the part she
wanted, Buffy felt her heart swell in her chest, literally
filling up with all the love she kept there for him.

She placed her lips against his ear. "I love you, William,"
she whispered. "You're my life."

It was obviously difficult for him not to say it back, but
he managed to keep a rein on the control he needed, letting
her call the shots.

"We're going to be together. No matter what my mother
says, or Giles. I won't let them come between us. I'll be
strong. You'll see."

It was a promise she would keep. No matter what obstacles
the others tried to throw in their way, and there would be a
lot of them, she wouldn't buckle under.

They would try everything, she knew, from gentle persuasion
to endless lecturing. Giles especially would point out the
impossibility of what she was doing. He would use every
piece of ammunition in his arsenal to straighten her out,
to make her understand that she was walking down a road
that would end in disaster or death...HER death, to be
exact.

She was the Slayer, he would say, the guardian of the
Hellmouth. How could she put herself in such a vulnerable
position? And not JUST her, but her friends and her family
as well.

He would bring up William's murderous past, victim by
victim, she had no doubt.

Giles would try...and he would fail. Willow and Xander
would take their shot...and would have no success.

Even her mother wouldn't sway her from the path she'd
chosen.

Thinking of her mother for a moment, Buffy was once
again reminded of Joyce's passion for old musicals.
Specifically, a line in a song from West Side Story that
summed everything up nicely; "When love comes so strong,
there is no right or wrong. Your love is your life."

For the first time since William had suggested it, the
prospect of facing them all down no longer made her feel
a trifle nauseous.


~~~~~~~~~~
"I had a dream
My wish was granted
We got a love I never thought I'd find..."
~~~~~~~~~~


By some super-herculean effort, William stayed
quiet after her declaration.

She rewarded him for it by heading back down his
body, stopping to taste and tease.

It was a dizzying encounter. This "being in charge"
stuff was fun. She wished she hadn't waited so
long to try it.

Rising to her knees, she tugged at the tiny satin ribbons
that kept her panties in place on her hips. They fell away
from her, landing on the most sensitive part of his body.

His hips jerked in an involuntary response.

After getting her underpants out of her way, she leaned
down and drew a line with her tongue, starting at his
navel and ending at the base of his impressive erection.

Air hissed in through his clenched teeth. "Baby,"
he whispered. "Please...."

She paused. "Are you talking in your sleep again?"

He swallowed hard and shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"

Although she'd been planning to hold off a little more,
she scrapped the idea. "Okay, go ahead."

"Don't stop," he said immediately. "Take it in your
mouth...suck me."

The blatant demand gave her an all over body blush,
but she did as he'd asked.

Feeling wickedly sexy, she curled her fingers around
his erection and kissed its tip. When she opened her
mouth and let it slide in, his head tipped back and his
legs locked up tight.

"Yeah," he muttered hoarsely. "Like that."

Buffy was still enjoying her power. The soft sounds he
was making as he struggled to hold still made her own
desire even stronger.

Then she heard a louder groan as he gave up the fight,
tangling his fingers in her hair, moving in and out of her
mouth in shallow thrusts.

"Buffy...sweetheart...feels so good."

Pleased, she drew him in further. Her mouth slid up
and down in a steady rhythm, her cheeks hollowing
on each upstroke.

"I'm...I'm going to come," he whispered.

She knew what to expect, and she brought her free
hand up to cup his sac, letting him know what she
wanted to do for him.

This gentle touch was about all he could take. With
a shout of pleasure, he exploded, filling her mouth with
his load.

Buffy dealt with it without making a face, then sat up
and grinned. "Did you like that?"

William's mouth curved in a matching smile, but his
eyes stayed closed.

"Shh," he said. "I'm asleep."


~~~~~~~~~~
"Under your spell,
I stay enchanted
You cast a spell
Our love's divine..."
~~~~~~~~~~


TBC....





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