Caught Between Two Lovers
Part 8
I Can't Hold Back
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's a story in my eyes
Turn the pages of desire
Now it's time to trade those dreams
For the rush of passions fire....
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The doorbell rang at exactly 7:59.
Buffy's heart jumped from her chest, to her throat,
then down into her stomach, before it returned to
the place it belonged.
Forcing herself to walk, she opened the front
door with a smile that could light up the entire
town of Sunnydale.
William was standing on the front porch, holding
a single long stemmed red rose.
"Hi" she said softly, feeling ridiculously shy con-
sidering what she'd been doing with this man.
He looked her slowly up and down. "God...look
at you. And I thought you looked beautiful last
night."
As they always did when he spoke this way, her
cheeks pinked up prettily. "Thank you," she said,
her smile shining brightly.
He waited a moment, then said, "Can I come in?"
"Oh!" Buffy stepped back a little. "Yes. Come in. I'm
sorry...I just...."
He shook his head. "Not to worry, sweetheart. It takes a
little getting used to."
She led him into the front room, watching him as he
glanced around, taking in his surroundings.
He was wearing a white button down shirt, with a dark
gray silk tie. His suit was black, and beautifully tailored
to fit him to perfection. Buffy didn't know a lot about men's
clothing, but even she could tell that this particular en-
semble was expensive.
"You look nice," she said, gesturing at his apparel.
"Well, I'm taking a lady out on the town," he said
with a shrug. "Gotta look my best." Handing the rose
to her, he added, "For the prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"Thank you," she said, turning to go into the kitchen. "I'll
get some water for...."
She was cut off when a strong arm suddenly caught her
around the waist and pulled her close. Surprised, she
looked up at him.
"Sorry," he said, with an unrepentent grin. "Can't wait
one more second to kiss you."
Without another thought, she twined her arms around
his neck and whispered, "Kiss me."
When his mouth touched hers, all the wonderful and
dizzying feelings from the night before rocketed
through her small body. Their mouths moved together
as though they'd been born for nothing but this.
He pulled back first. "If you kiss me like that again,"
he said, nuzzling her cheek, "I'm going to carry you
up those stairs and make love to you right here and
now."
Since that was perfectly all right with her, she im-
mediately began to initiate another kiss.
He laughed a little and held her off. "Now you wait, little
one. You must be hungry, and I'm going to make sure
you eat a good dinner." He lowered his voice a little
and gave her a wickedly sexy smile. "You're gonna need
your strength, after all."
Buffy folded her arms across her chest, pouting. "Oh,
phooey. You're no fun."
Without a pause, he bent over and picked her up,
making her gasp in giddy excitement. "Oh, don't
worry, love. There's plenty of fun in store for
tonight. But you need to eat your dinner, like a good
girl."
He carried her to the front door and set her on her
feet. "Besides," he added, "I want to take you out and
show you off."
Buffy sighed and placed the rose on the small table
at the foot of the stairs, then picked up her handbag
and shawl. "All right, then. Take me out and feed me.
But I'm starving," she warned him,"so I hope you brought
your American Express card."
He smiled as they stepped out onto the porch. "I
never leave home without it," he said, taking her keys
and locking the deadbolt for her.
After handing the keys back to her, he reached for her
hand, helping her down the porch steps as though they
were a treacherous and slippery slope. He didn't release
her hand, but led her to his car and opened the passenger
side door for her, seating her gracefully.
Buffy watched him as he went around the front of the
car, mentally saluting whoever had taught him such
old fashioned gallantry. Vampire or not, he had excellent
manners. Not one other boy she'd ever gone out with had
opened a car door for her.
He closed the door and keyed the ignition. The powerful
motor started up instantly, and he backed out of the
driveway and out into the street.
Cruising down the highway at a steady speed, he turned
to smile at her, patting the seat beside him invitingly.
Buffy promptly scooted her rear across the cold leather
seat, and snuggled up next to him.
"Did I tell you how pretty you look tonight?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes."
"Hmm. Mind if I say it again?"
"No," she giggled. "Of course I don't. What woman in her
right mind would?"
He stopped at a red light. "You look," he said, briefly
pressing his lips to her hair, "absolutely beautiful."
"So do you," she replied without thinking. Realizing what
that she'd spoken out loud, she flushed and turned her head
to look out the window.
He seemed to understand, and let the subject drop.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I can feel you tremble when we touch
And I feel the hand of fate
Reaching out to both of us
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy stood in the ladies lounge, staring into the
mirror with a smile that refused to be controlled.
She brushed her hair, and touched up her lip-
stick, then left the restroom and walked up behind
William as he spoke with the hostess.
The woman was obviously charmed by whatever
he was saying to her. She leaned forward over the
hostess stand, her body language blatantly announc-
ing her availability.
She was tall, with raven black hair and a figure that
defied the laws of physics.
Buffy hated her on sight, and had no intention of
letting her get away with anything.
Standing behind William, she slipped her arms
around him from behind, giving the hostess the dir-
tiest look she could come up with.
"I'M back," she said, leaning hard on the first
word.
He turned and dropped a hard kiss onto her
lips. "So you are."
The hostess muttered something about making
sure their table was ready, then walked away
with a seductive sway of her hips.
In less than a minute, Little-Miss-Look-At-My-
Ass was back, indicating that they should follow
her.
The dining area of the restaurant consisted of
several tables in the middle of it, with a number
of booths recessed into the walls. Each booth
had a curtain that could be pulled to insure pri-
vacy.
The hostess seated them in one of the booths,
then placed two menus on the table in front
of them.
She informed them that their server would be
with them shortly, and asked if they would care
to order something to drink while they waited.
William glanced at the wine list, and ordered a
bottle of champagne.
At that point, the hostess looked at Buffy. "Would
you care for a soft drink?" she asked cattily. "Or
maybe a glass of milk?"
Buffy's cheeks turned bright scarlet at the woman's
obvious attempt to point out to William that he was
dining with a child.
He looked at the hostess, then at Buffy, then back
at the hostess. "A soft drink will be fine," he informed
her. "But not a diet drink." Returning his attention to
Buffy, he said. "I mean..just look at her. She doesn't
need to watch her figure. She's already perfect...aren't
you, my love?" he added, kissing her lightly.
Elated at the way he dealt with the hostess, Buffy
had to fight back a childish impulse to stick out her
tongue at the woman.
After the hostess left, he reached up and pulled the
curtains almost all the way closed. Taking Buffy's
hand, he kissed the tips of her fingers and smiled.
"Bitch." He gestured in the direction the hostess
had gone. "Sit close to me," he said.
Buffy slid along the seat until she was pressed up
against him.
Wrapping one arm around her, he opened up the
menu in front of him. "What are you hungry for,
sweetheart?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I've been holding back the night
I've been searching for a clue from you
I'm gonna try with all my might
To make the storyline come true
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The hostess kept her distance from them for
the remainder of their time in the restaurant.
The champagne was brought and poured
and when the waiter had taken their orders
and left, William pulled the curtain closed
a little more and held his glass up to Buffy's
lips.
"I shouldn't be doing this," he said, winking
at her. "I've already contributed enough to the
delinquency of this particular minor."
Buffy grinned at him, then promptly sneezed.
"Oh!" Her hands flew up to her face. "I'm sorry."
He looked at her with a tender smile. "Catching a
cold, are you?" he teased.
"No, it was the bubbles, they kind of went up my
nose...and you already knew that, didn't you?" she
groaned, hiding her eyes.
William laughed. "Now, none of that," he scolded,
pulling her hands down. "I have to see those beautiful
eyes all the time," he added. "Make sure you still
love me."
She moved her face close to his and stared right
at him. "What do you see?"
After taking a long moment to examine her, he
slipped one hand behind the back of her neck
and pulled her close. "I see...the woman I love,"
he whispered as his mouth came down on hers.
Thrilled that he considered her to be a woman...to
be HIS woman, Buffy kissed him with great enthu-
siasm.
When she pulled away, she asked, "Do you see the
woman who loves you? Cause she's right here, you
know."
He took hold of her shoulders. "Don't stop," he
pleaded, searching for the sweet taste of her lips
again.
She made a kitten-like sound in her throat and moved
even closer, gasping when his mouth traveled down
her neck to nuzzle the hollow between her breasts.
"I love you," he murmured as he tasted her skin. "I
do...I love you so much...waited so long to find you."
Buffy let her head fall against the padded back of the
booth. Her eyes closed, she concentrated on her
other senses; the sound of his voice as he told her
that he loved her; the feel of his hands and mouth
touching her bare skin; the clean scent of soap;
and the taste of his lips and his tongue.
Her hand slipped down his side and came to rest
of his upper thigh. He knew it must be unwittingly,
because there was no way she was ready to do such
a thing in public.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Can you feel me tremble when we touch
Can you feel the hand of fate
Reaching out to both of us
This love affair can't wait....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
But when she failed to move her hand away, he
began to wonder.
He placed his hand on hers, and moved it over and
up a little.
Her eyes flew open in shock as she broke their kiss
and stared at him...
But didn't move her hand.
He slipped his own hand under her skirt, and up
between her thighs, exploring the elastic of her
garter belt, the smoothness of her stockings, and
the suddenly damp silk of her panties.
But when one finger began to work its way into
her underpants, her thighs clamped shut like a
time lock at the bank.
"We can't" she hissed.
"Why not?" he asked, smiling. "No one can see us
in here."
"But...but we're in public...it's...we can't..."
His other hand, which had been resting on her shoulder,
slipped down and brushed against her breast.
She gasped out loud, and he chuckled at what she
had unknowingly revealed.
"You like this," he said quietly. "It's turning you on, isn't
it, pussycat?"
"What...no. Of course...not."
"Yes it is," he insisted. His fingers tweaked the hard
tip of her breast. "Your nipples are hard. Like ripe cherries."
he added, nuzzling her ear. "You wish I would push your
dress aside and suck on them, don't you?"
"Well...yes...but...but not here," she protested,
trying to sound like she meant business.
He wasn't buying it. "Yes. Right here and right now. Be-
cause that's part of the excitement...the possibility of
being caught. It makes everything hotter."
"William," she whimpered weakly, knowing she was
about to surrender. Her thighs loosened up just a fraction,
and he took advantage of the momentary lapse in her
defenses.
His finger slid into her panties and found her clit easily.
"Ohh..yikes!" she yelped, her eyes widening with sur-
prise.
"Shhh," he cautioned her. "Wouldn't want to attract un-
wanted attention."
Buffy shook her head. "No..stop."
He immediately stilled his finger and looked up at her. "Do
you really want me to stop?"
She could see by his expression that the question was a
serious one, not a teasing "oh, you don't really mean that"
one.
Problem was, she wasn't sure what she really wanted. Part
of her was loving this roller coaster thrill ride she found her-
self on whenever he was with her. But the other part of her, the
sensible part that had been raised by her mother not to even
let her bra straps show in public, was telling her to smack his
hands sharply until he put them back where they belonged.
Before she could say a word, the curtains were whisked
back and the waiter appeared with a huge serving tray.
Although he straightened up a little, William kept his hand
where it was down below, secure in the knowledge that the
tablecloth hid everything from prying eyes.
Instead of withdrawing, he moved his finger just the
tiniest bit, eliciting a squeak from Buffy as she stared
at the waiter.
The young man arranged an assortment of food in front
of them, with the obligatory small talk of warning Buffy
to be careful because the plate was quite hot, and would
she care for another drink, and was everything to their
satisfaction.
William deliberately didn't answer any of these questions
for her. All he did was move his finger in the most deli-
ciously tantalizing way he could, faster and then slower.
"Wha...what?" Buffy asked, looking at the waiter through
glassy eyes.
"Would you like another soft drink?" he asked again.
"Ohh! Oh...yessss. That's good...that's A good...idea!
I like that...I WOULD like that....a lot. Thank you." she
said, grabbing her napkin to dab at her hairline.
The waiter hesitated, noticing her flushed face and damp
skin. "Is it too warm in here for you, Miss?" he asked
politely.
"Uh..no. No, I'm...I'm just fine, thanks," Buffy said absently,
forcing her eyes to stay open. "How are you?"
William nearly laughed out loud at the bewildered waiter's
expression. By this time, Buffy's thighs were splayed open
a little more, and he could work his other finger in, enabling
him to gently pinch her clit between his thumb and fore-
finger.
Buffy nearly jumped off the seat, which focused the waiter's
attention on her again. "Is everything to your liking so far?"
She nodded frantically. "Yes...yes...yes," she said. "It's
good...really, really good. You can...go now."
The waiter turned to leave.
"Close the curtain!" she yelped, then swallowed hard when
people turned to look at her. "Please. Thank you."
Once the curtain was safely closed, she fell back
against the seat. Panting slightly, she looked into
his eyes.
He just smiled, gently stroking her. "Did you come?" he
whispered.
"Uh-huh," she nodded.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Oh, gosh," she whimpered. Spying his glass
of champagne, she grabbed it and emptied it in one
swallow. "I have to go to the bathroom."
She slid around to the outer edge of the seat, but
he caught her arm.
"Buffy...you're not angry with me, are you?"
She answered him by leaning over and kissing him
on the mouth. "It's the champagne," she whispered
in his ear.
He smiled. "Hurry up, then."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I can't hold back, I'm on the edge
You're voice explodes inside my head
I can't hold back
I won't back down
Girl, it's too late to turn back now...
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"Are you full, sweetheart?"
Buffy looked up from her completely cleaned
dinner plate. She was about to claim that she
couldn't possibly manage another bite of food,
then remembered that she didn't have to play
that silly game with him.
"What's for dessert?" she asked, smiling cheer-
fully.
As though he'd been standing by waiting for his
cue, the waiter appeared with a dessert cart.
Buffy looked on it as though it contained priceless
gems, instead of sweets. She counted four dif-
ferent kinds of cheesecake, chocolate mousse,
white cake with coconut frosting, key lime pie,
custard with raspberry syrup drizzled over it,
a dish of strawberries dipped in chocolate, and the
biggest slice of devil's food cake she'd ever seen.
She felt William move closer to her. "Choose as much
as you like, love. You don't have to eat all of it," he
said quietly.
"Well," she said seriously, "I'm kind of undecided be-
tween the strawberries and the chocolate cake..."
"Bring them both," he instructed the waiter.
"But I really like cheesecake, too."
"And the cheesecake," he added.
"Of course," the waiter said. "Which kind?"
"All of them," William replied, without looking at
him.
After the waiter left, Buffy hid her face against
William's shoulder. "He must think I'm such a pig,"
she said.
"Who cares what he thinks?" William said. "He's
not being paid to think. He's being paid to bring you
anything your heart desires."
Right now, Buffy realized, her heart was desiring
something far more appetizing than mere food and
drink. The mundane necessities of daily life concerned
her not at all. The only thing she wanted, really and
truly needed, was him. With his arms around her, she
would be perfectly content to let the world pass by,
and would never notice or care who saw them...
"Buffy?"
Oh, perfect.
"Hi, Giles...hi, Miss Calender," she said, sitting up
straight as though she'd been called on in class to
answer a question.
"Hi, Buffy," Miss Calender smiled. "You look nice to-
night."
"Thank you," Buffy said weakly. "You too."
Giles cleared his throat, reminding Buffy that her manners
left a lot to be desired at the moment.
"Oh, umm...this is William Hamilton. This is...this is..."
"Rupert Giles," Giles supplied with a slight eye roll. "How
do you do?"
"Pleased to meet you," William said smoothly.
"And this is Miss Calender," Buffy added.
"Jenny...Calender," the woman said, "We're not in
school now, Buffy," she added, then smiled at William.
"Nice to meet you."
"And you," he said, with a nod.
There was a brief silence, which Giles broke.
"Well, I trust you're having a pleasant evening?"
"Very pleasant," William replied.
Their little comedy was brought to a halt by the arrival
of the waiter bearing a tray loaded with desserts.
Giles scanned the contents of the tray, then gave Buffy
a rather disapproving look, one that William intercep-
ted as Buffy squirmed uncomfortably.
"I have such a sweet tooth," he claimed gallantly, a
comment that didn't convince Giles. He'd had enough
arguments with his charge about proper nutrition to
know who was behind this little feast of gooey delights.
However, he was polite enough not to embarrass her.
"Well, we should be going," he said to Jenny, taking her
arm. "Buffy, I'll see you on Monday. We'll talk then," he
continued, making it clear that they would definitely be
talking.
After their departure, the waiter unloaded the tray and
excused himself.
Buffy looked at William, her heart in her eyes.
"What?" he asked her as he picked up a fork and
cut off a bite of the chocolate cake and offered it
to her.
She opened her mouth and accepted the morsel, letting
the fork slide slowly back out of her mouth, then licking
her upper lip to clean off a bit of the frosting.
He knew she was shooting for seductive, but as he
watched her try to deal with the cake, it quickly became
obvious that it wasn't going to work out that way.
She mumbled something to him, and he had to ask
her to repeat herself, then nearly collapsed with laughter
when he heard what she had said in such garbled words:
"I think I could use that glass of milk now."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Another shooting star goes by
And in the night the silence speaks to you and I
And now the time has come at last
Don't let the moment run too fast...
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TBC.....
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