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.
~~
“You missed one hell of a party, Buff.” Xander slammed his locker shut and leaned against it.
“Yeah, it was a blast. Well, it looked that way from where we were standing. At the edge of the driveway.” Willow mused.
“What?”
“Earth to Buffster!” Xander joked. “What’s with you?”
“Nothing, just tired I guess.”
“Either that or your grounding has affected your entire capability to interact with the human race.” He quipped. Willow dug him in the rib with her elbow.
“Uh huh.” Buffy answered, distractedly. She was remembering her interaction with William. She had spent the entire Sunday on her window seat hoping to catch a glimpse of him but he hadn’t gone out and the curtains had been closed all day. Since he’d run out on her, she’d gone through a cycle of emotion. Regret, guilt, fear… But the memory of him embracing her, taking her in his arms and setting her alight with excitement and a need she had never experienced before threatened to overcome all those feelings. She had never dreamt it would go that far.
She had wanted to tease him but she had banked on him being the safety catch. Older man and younger girl – she may have been consumed by lust but she had expected him to maintain his control. She had underestimated his attraction to her and although it was wrong, she didn’t care. She was excited, high on the power of being able to summon a need in William as strong as the need he summoned her. She was a girl playing a woman’s game but did she really know the rules?
“Buffy?” Xander was clicking his fingers at her. “You in there?”
“Sorry – what did you say?”
“Bell’s gone – time for class.” Willow linked her arm. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just a bit spaced out – lack of sleep. Tell me all about the party.” She grinned.
“I thought you’d never ask!”
~~
Buffy must have dreamt her way through English, Maths and History because before she knew it the bell was ringing for last period. She hadn’t taken a single note all day which was of the bad considering she not only had a History test next week but also a Maths test. Groaning loudly, she dumped her books in her locker swapping them for her gym kit.
“Hi.”
Surprised, she turned too fast and bashed her forehead with her locker door. “Crap!”
Angel caught her as she almost toppled over. “Jesus, are you alright?”
Blinking hard to clear the stars shooting across her vision she managed to focus on Angel’s concerned face. A blush crept up her neck. Dammit, why am I always such a spaz?
“Yeah, just a bit startled!” Why is he talking to me?
“I missed you at the party on Friday.”
“You did?”
“How come you didn’t show?”
“Would you believe me if I said I was washing my hair?” No way was she admitting to being grounded!
Angel grinned, leaning in towards her. “How about we try again. Tonight. Eight o’clock. The Bronze.” He didn’t give her time to reply, instead sauntering off. He turned to look at her, gave her a wink and disappeared into the crowd.
A loud squeal from behind her made her jump again. “God!”
“I know, that was so awesome! He likes you Buffy, he really likes you!” Willow bounced up and down.
“What’s with the screeching and the spontaneous exercise?” Xander asked, appearing next to them.
“Angel asked Buffy out. Like, really!!!”
Buffy smiled. Angel had finally noticed her! Not going to the party had been more effective than if she had actually gone!
“What the hell-”
“Are you going to wear?” Willow finished excitedly. “How about…”
Buffy stood nodding as Willow put forward various outfit suggestions even though she wasn’t fully concentrating. Sure, Angel asking her out was probably one of the highlights of her school year so far but she couldn’t help but feel cheated. When Angel had winked at her she hadn’t felt that low burn in her stomach that she had felt when it had been William winking at her. I’m doomed is what I am.
~~
Later that afternoon, Buffy arrived home from school. William watched as she skipped up the drive, obviously happy and excited about something. It hadn’t taken her long to forget their encounter. He was glad. She hadn’t let it affect her. Life was back to normal. He peered around the curtain as she entered the house. Four, three, two, one. She appeared at her bedroom window.
He dropped the curtain. He couldn’t afford to let her see him. Not yet. Sighing, he went to the bathroom. His reflection was not pretty. Dishevelled hair, eyes dulled by alcohol, lined with the evidence of insomnia. He’d been in relationships before, had his heart broken as well as breaking some hearts himself and yet this seventeen year old girl was inflicting a new found torture on him. Temptation.
He’d yet to meet a woman he couldn’t have. But Buffy wasn’t quite a woman. Not yet. She may look like one but she had homework to do, cheerleading practice to attend, exams to revise for. He punched the tile next to the mirror in frustration. It cracked, as did his knuckle. Fuck. Blood trickled down his fist and into the sink, mingling with his tears. I’m losing the bloody plot.
~~
Twirling in front of the mirror, Buffy assessed her appearance. She had selected a black skirt that fell mid thigh with a cream lace top that complimented her tan. This outfit, together with her stylish, inaffordable black leather boots made her feel amazing. Her hair was loose, falling in thick waves down her back. Angel would love it, she knew.
So would William, if he could see her. She couldn’t help but think about him, compare Angel to him even though it was unfair. How could she compare an eighteen year old boy to a man like William? She couldn’t. But Angel was the one she should be with. The one she had wanted to be with for eighteen months. And it had finally happened! All those extra early mornings learning how to apply her make up properly and coordinate it with carefully chosen outfits had gotten her where she wanted to be. On Angel’s arm. On William’s lips…
Not two nights ago, she had been on the receiving end of William’s kiss. And it had blown her mind. She clicked off her bedroom light and looked out of her window. William’s house remained quiet, the curtains still closed. She was getting worried now. She usually caught sight of him drinking his morning tea on the decking or cooking dinner in the evening but since Saturday, she hadn’t seen any movement at all. Suddenly, at the window directly opposite her own, she saw the curtain twitch. She gasped and stepped back into the shadow of her room.
That room wasn’t his bedroom; he slept in the back room. She knew as she had caught sight of him dressing once. It was the summer before last and she had been sunbathing by the pool. The sight of his taut chest had been scorched on her mind’s eye. Sighing, she stepped forward again, convinced she had imagined the movement. But the curtain was now open an inch or two whereas before it had been firmly shut. She couldn’t see into the room beyond, it was shrouded in darkness. But she knew he was there.
The thought excited her. He must be looking at her right now. How interesting that it was him who was watching her rather than the other way round. Well, she’d give him something to see. Making sure her curtains were pushed as far back as they’d go, she snapped on her bedside light. She decided that she didn’t like the lace top with this skirt after all. Crossing her arms, she lifted the hem and slipped the lace top over her head.
~~
The light’s gone on again. She’s taking off her top. Oh god. Bloody hell. He remained in the shadow, as close to the window as he dared be without risking being seen. Did she know he was there? She dropped her top onto the bed and turned to face the window as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra.
His cock swelled instantly, tight against the confines of his jeans. He groaned as the bra fell away to the floor, leaving her breasts exposed. She was sheer perfection. Her skin was tanned all over, her pink nipples, dark and hard. And she looked like sin itself dressed in only that skirt and those boots... He could see her licking her lips, a lazy smile on her face. She’d remembered the effect that that simple gesture had had on him at the barbecue. He couldn’t help but growl. That’s my girl.
His hand moved to his groin, rubbing against his erection in little circles. He hissed as she ran her hands over her stomach before settling on her breasts. She squeezed them a little, her eyes focused on his window. She knew he was here alright. His hips twitched helplessly as he squeezed his cock. She was putting a show on for him. He moved his hand faster, his breath shallow and ragged.
Dropping to his knees, his hips thrusting his cock wildly against his hand. His jeans were already damp from the constant trickle of precum which served only to drive him wilder. He was almost there. The fact that his cock was restrained by the taut denim made the friction almost unbearable and all the more pleasurable. It was dirty and wrong and it felt fucking amazing.
His movements were frenzied now, his jaw slack as he watched her toss her head from side to side in obvious delight, her fingers kneading her breasts hard. As her mouth formed a silent ‘o’ of delight, he roared, his cock spurting hot jets of spunk into his jeans. He bucked helplessly as he felt the wetness seep through the denim instantaneously. Shuddering, he grunted as he felt the final moments of release wash through his body. Shit, I haven't come like that since I was fifteen… Panicked, he threw himself backwards, wondering if she’d witnessed him tossing himself off like some love sick puppy.
But she had gone.
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