Despite the grumpy show she was putting on for her mother, Buffy had purchased a stunning aqua dress for the occasion. Strapless and low cut at the back, it was the perfect knock out outfit. And she would be a knock out. Looking up at William’s house, she squinted in the sun. He’d have no idea what hit him.
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Dressed in casual black slacks and an open collared white shirt, William arrived at the Summers house at precisely 7:15pm. The barbecue had been in full swing for almost an hour but having changed twice, he had been delayed. He navigated his way through the knots of people gathered at the side of the house before slipping through the gate and onto the patio.
Spying Joyce manning the grill, he made his way over to her. “Joyce, how lovely to see you.” He politely kissed her cheek and presented her with a bottle of white wine he had selected especially from his cellar.
“Oh thank you William, I’m sure this will go down a treat! Please, help yourself to beverages whilst I finish these ribs off.”
“Would you like me to man the grill for a while – give you a chance to mingle?” William asked. “Even the cook needs a break right?”
Joyce smiled at him warmly. “That would be wonderful – I won’t be long though, really, ten minutes maximum.”
“Nonsense – enjoy yourself, I’ll rustle up the grub.” Taking the tongs from her, he took up position behind the barbecue and set about turning the ribs.
From across the garden, Buffy saw William relieve her Mom from chef duty and giggled as his tongue curled in concentration as he turned the meat. Realising he hadn’t spotted her yet, she edged around the garden through the clusters of guests to avoid his eyeline. Manoeuvring herself towards the barbecue, she picked up a plate from the table and stood in front of the grill.
“Got any hot dogs?”
“They’re about to go on but-” He paused mid-sentence as his eyes fell on Buffy. Jesus Christ. He swallowed hard.
Buffy, delighted at his reaction, held out her plate. “Ribs will do for now.”
She was absolutely stunning. The aqua dress clung to her every curve, falling just above her knee. Her hair was pinned up leaving her shoulders bare, touched only by some ringlets which had already fallen loose.
The sight of William, open mouthed and in awe brandishing barbecue tongues was enough to make her forget the debacle of last year and emblazon this moment on her memory forever. If they only had this moment, she would die happy. “Ribs?” She waved the plate at him.
Looking down, he cursed loudly. “Shit. They’re a bit more well done than I’d anticipated.” He plucked two blackened ribs from the grill and put them on her plate.
“Would you like me to help?” She giggled.
“That really won’t be – bloody ow!” He cursed again burning his knuckles on the edge of the barbecue, causing Buffy to laugh even louder.
“Masterchef you’re not. Come here.” She seized the tongs and nudged him to one side with a pop of her hip. She dropped the scorched ribs into the nearby dumpster before taking up position at the barbecue. “Ok, gimme burgers and hot dogs.”
“I’ll have you know, I’m a very good cook.”
“Save it for someone who doesn’t know better.” Buffy waggled her eyebrows at him and he grinned.
“I was doing just fine until you showed up.” He reached around her to grab a plate.
The feel of his arm against her bare back made her gasp. “Oh, really?”
He noticed her shudder and bit his bottom lip hard to suppress a moan. “Yes, really.”
She tilted her head to look up at him. His eyes, usually a pale ocean blue had darkened to sapphire. She subconsciously licked her lips and he couldn’t help but groan this time. She was undoing him and he was helpless to stop it.
“Ah, I see I have two chefs!” Joyce appeared next to Buffy, glass of wine in hand. She kissed the top of Buffy’s head. “I knew you’d enjoy yourself, darling.”
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As the sky began to darken, Buffy switched on the fairy lights to gasps of surprise and delight. The food had been cooked and eaten and everyone was now firmly intent on drinking. Collecting the last of the abandoned plates, she stacked them next to the sink and turned on the tap. Since their earlier encounter at the grill, they had completed their chef duties in a silence filled with thoughts better left unsaid.
She could feel the burn of his touch on her back even now and her eyes slipped closed as she conjured the image of the storm in his eyes. Hugging her arms around herself, she swayed slightly. She was lost to him. The sight of her tongue wetting her lips had been enough to make him groan. She squeezed her thighs together at the memory of that sound, a rush of liquid pooling in her panties. If she touched herself now, she’d finish within seconds…
Her eyes flew open as the water cut off. Spinning round, she found herself face to face with William. His hands were resting either side of her on the sink, imprisoning her in his arms. They didn’t say a word. They just stared at each other, helpless. Helpless in the face of the fact that what they felt was wrong and they could never act on the feelings that were threatening to drown them both.
His hair was tousled and his eyes were wild. “I’m sorry.” His breath smelt of alcohol.
“Don’t be.” She whispered. Her eyes filled with tears.
He rested his forehead against hers. “I’m trying. I really am.”
“I know.” Her voice cracked. Her breath was coming in short puffs, the proximity of him and the sheer intensity of his confession threatening to completely overwhelm her.
His lips crashed down on hers, the sparks between them igniting an explosion that caused Buffy’s legs to give beneath her. Suddenly, his arms were round her waist and she was pressed against the hard line of his body, his erection grinding insistently against her. She whimpered as his tongue delved deep into her mouth and he pushed her back against the sink. The delicious sensations flooded her body as she felt the pressure building once more between her legs. Almost there…
“William, please…” She gasped, wrapping her leg around his, opening herself to him.
He growled loudly and stepped back abruptly as though he had been burnt. “You have to stay away from me, Buffy.”
“But I-”
He disappeared into the house, his departure punctuated by the slamming of the front door.
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