Cleaning up the marshmallows still scattered about from their earlier antics led to another marshmallow fight. That, in turn, led to some fairly heated kissing on the kitchen floor and some moderately burnt pizza. They ate it anyway.
“So where do stand on pineapple?”
William frowned. “Fairly certain I couldn’t stand on a pineapple.” He gave her a grin, he knew that she hadn’t meant it that way but he wasn’t entirely sure what she was trying to ask either.
Buffy giggled and rolled her eyes. “God you’re a dork.”
His smile widened. “Yes, but I’m your dork.” His heart stopped. Was he, he thought suddenly, she had said she wanted him; she hadn’t ever really gave their relationship a name.
“Yeah you are,” she said enthusiastically.
William gave a quick sigh of relief and a small chuckle at his own insecurities. “So what’s this with the pineapple?”
“Do you like pineapple on your pizza?”
He shrugged, “Sounds good.”
“You’ve never tried it?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well that settles it; tomorrow we get pineapple on our pizza.”
“So it’s pizza again tomorrow?”
Buffy grinned. “That’s one of the perks of having my mom away on business. As long as I get rid of the boxes, she has no idea that all we ate all weekend was pizza. Besides, I don’t want to waste time cooking. I already have to be at school for the game all afternoon. There’s no point in wasting time when we could be doing more fun stuff.”
William frowned. He’d forgotten that Buffy had to cheer the next day. He was going to head over to the school with her and put in some library time to try and get caught up on the assignments he’d missed. It had all seemed like a good plan when they’d made it that morning. Now, less than twelve hours later, it seemed like a dreadful way to spend their last parent-free day together.
“Is pizza a problem?” She took in his frown.
“What? No,” he shook his head; “Pizza is fine.”
Buffy nodded, bounced out of her chair, grabbed their plates and brought them to the sink. She gave him a big grin and pretended to yawn. “Wow,” she said; “I’m really sleepy.”
Laughing, William walked over to her. “Well then, I suppose we’d best get you to bed pet. It wouldn’t do to have you all tired tomorrow; if you fall off the pyramid and get hurt your mum might not leave me in charge next time.”
She leaned against him and stretched like a cat. “Hmm…does that mean you’re going to tuck me in?”
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. “’Course luv, someone has to check the closet and under the bed. I can’t have some big bad nibbling up my girl, can I?”
Buffy felt a thrill run through her body and warm her heart when he called her his girl. They were the best words ever, she decided. “Definitely not,” she agreed.
“Of course I may have to do a bit of nibbling myself.” He pulled her earlobe between his teeth and nipped at it.
Buffy giggled. “If you’re still hungry there’s more pizza,” she teased.
“You taste better.” He traced her ear with his tongue. When she trembled, he said “Hmm you must be tired, you’re shaking; we’d better get you upstairs.” Without waiting for a response he scooped her into his arms and headed towards her bedroom.
She squealed in surprise. “William! I can walk you know.”
“This is more fun.” He carried her into her room and dropped her on the bed.
Buffy reached up to wrap her arms around him as he joined her. She immediately slid her hands down his back and under his tee-shirt. “You know when I packed those pants for you; I was hoping you’d wear them without a shirt.”
William couldn’t hide his pleasure. He beamed. He was still shocked to find that she found him attractive at all; hearing her acknowledge thinking about him like that was almost overwhelming. He pressed his lips to hers for a hard and fast kiss. He tugged the shirt over his head and tossed it onto her desk chair. Turning back to her, he fought the urge to duck his head and forced himself to instead smirk and meet her gaze head on. “Yeah, I knew you wanted me.”
Buffy brought her hands to stroke along the muscles on his torso. “No you didn’t.”
“No… I didn’t,” he agreed with a soft laugh. “Actually, I was rather certain you didn’t even notice I was male half the time.” He gasped as her fingers brushed across the smooth skin of his stomach.
She brought a hand up to cup his cheek and focused her green eyes on his blue ones. “I always noticed.”
He ducked down to kiss her again, this time more slowly, and circled her waist with his hands. He slid his hands beneath the top of her pajamas and pushed it up to reveal a sliver of golden skin. William shook his head in awe as he ducked to kiss her hip. “You’ve such gorgeous skin luv,” he whispered hoarsely before bringing his lips to her stomach. “I want to kiss it all…just want to worship you.” He reached for the bottom of her pajama top and began undoing the buttons. He moved up slowly, half-expecting her to stop him. She didn’t.
Buffy wriggled with impatience but held her tongue, wanting to let William set the pace for a bit. She’d have simply yanked her shirt off over her head, but he was clearly set on opening a single button at a time. She watched the lust and emotion clear on his face each time he bared another inch of her skin.
When he finished with her buttons he slowly, reverently, pushed the sides of her shirt open. He studied her for a moment before meeting her gaze with his own; his eyes glistened with the emotion he was barely keeping under control. He couldn’t trust himself to speak, so he kissed her again instead.
She was adrift once more, caught up in the swirling waves of William’s kiss. She knew for certain now that she had never been in love before. Everything she had experienced before this seemed to be such a pale imitation, a shadow perhaps of this heart wrenching need to bind her heart to his. He was her soul mate, what had always seemed like a romantic but ultimately silly notion was suddenly realized.
William put all the things he was still too scared to say into his kiss. He thought about the first time he’d ever seen her, the day she had first spoken to him and how much his life had changed with her in it. He thought about how very much he loved her and about all of his secret fantasies for their future together. When he finally lifted his head, he felt as if he’d bared his soul for her appraisal. He dipped his head to the side and looked at her questioningly; he was hopeful that his kiss had said enough, that she understood him and that she would love him back.
Buffy lifted her hands to frame his face. “William,” she said simply before stretching up to lay a whisper-soft kiss on his swollen lips. She studied his face for a quiet moment. “I want…I want to make love with you, William. I want you to be my first. Do you…do you want…” She trailed off as she watched the storm of emotions pass over his face.
His eyes widened and he smiled, but then he shook his head. “No luv.”
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