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‘We are SO on girly!’ Faith exclaimed on the other end of the line. ‘You, me, Cordy, sipping mojitos with the sun settin’ over the sea and shirtless, salty goodness everywhere the eye can see Wednesday to Saturday! Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ about; though I’m still working on convincing Cordy that she’s got far better things to be doing than coming to Miami with us.’

Buffy sat snuggled up on her favourite couch in William’s apartment watching him stack up the boxes he had wanted to organize that night. He’d lived here for as long as she could remember, she wondered who would live here next.

‘You are so horrible to her. She’s had a tough year, what with falling on that pipe thing.’

‘She’s my sister, sweetie. It’d be irresponsible for me not to be horrible to her.’

Buffy smiled and shook her head, ‘So, morning flight?’

‘Yeah, morning flight…Hey B, you’re kinda quiet. Everything alright babe? You never told me what happened with Will.’

As if on cue, Buffy felt her mouth water at sight of said-Will stripping off his black t-shirt, tucking it in the back of his jeans and continuing to arrange the moving boxes. She tilted her head as she watched as the muscles in his back rippled and his biceps flexed, all highlighted by the thinnest sheen of perspiration.

‘Um…yeah we talked it out. Everything’s fine. We’re good, we’re good.’

‘Uh huh…’

She turned her head and continued to watch him as he walked past her and towards the kitchen area. He ran a hand through his hair, deliberately messing it up as he drank a glass of water.

She cleared her throat, ‘Can I call you back tomorrow? I’m just feeling kinda tired right now. Long day, you know how it is.’

‘Don’t sweat it, I’ll see you Wednesday. Oh, and I called for the taxi. It’s coming to our place first so it should be at yours by 7-ish?’

‘Sure. And thanks for arranging everything Faith, love you.’

She heard her cousin chuckle, ‘Sleep up! Love you more!’

Seeing the kitchen empty, she threw her phone back inside her bag and wandered into his bedroom; to find it also empty.

~

30 minutes later…

‘You know, this isn’t the first time we’ve done this.’

Seated on the opposite end of the bathtub with her bubble-covered knees drawn up to her chin, she raised a sculpted eyebrow at him.

‘I think I’d definitely remember if we’d taken a bubble bath together before.’

William rested his elbow on the edge of the tub and sighed, slipping down further into the heated water.

‘I was living at your place. You were two.’

She shook her head in confusion at these two facts.

‘You lived with us? You had a bath with me when I was two? Why? Are there pictures?’

‘Which question did you want me to answer first, luv?’ he said with a laugh.

She pursed her lips then flicked a blob of bubbles vaguely in his direction. He looked skeptically at the tiled wall where the bubbles had landed, silently making fun of her poor aim before he continued.

‘I stayed for just over a year. You know how you’re always saying that I’m weird for having such a clear system for doing things when I stay over, that’s why I guess. Your room was my room, but my bed was the one in the guest room. And no, I don’t think they’re pictures.’

She frowned confused, ‘Of you living with us?’

‘What? No! I meant of you and me…in the bath.’

‘Oh, right. So why were we in the bath?’

Considering his reply, he ran a hand through his wet hair, slicking it back.

‘When you were younger, your dad used to have a bath with you every night. But, when you were about two and a half he injured his leg- couldn’t get in the bath. So the plan was to just use the baby bath. That wasn’t good enough for Little Miss Fussy; you could tell the difference…God, how you’d cry…So, I had to get in there with you… He asked me to.’

‘He asked you to?!’ she spoke so loudly her question bounced off the walls of the little bathroom.

‘Yeah, pet. We’d known each other for about three years…there was this…trust. Always had been…’

Buffy drew her knees up tighter to her chest just watching him. She could see how this latest installment in the William & Buffy saga had again made him realise how…far from normal their situation was. She grew anxious when the silence between them carried on and he still looked deep in worrisome thought. This was not how she’d anticipated the night would unfold, but she appreciated how open he’d been. Reaching under the water, she put a comforting hand the ankle beside her.

‘Hey. Stop that.’

He looked at her questioningly.

‘Thinking. Stop. Who knows when we’ll have the time to do this again. Let’s not spoil it.’

He smiled softly when she began to gently massage his calf muscle.

‘So, Miami Beach huh?’

‘Yeah,’ she sighed inwardly, ‘Wish you could come with. You and me on the beach, clear blue water, and those big drinks with the little umbrellas.’

‘Hmm…maybe another time, luv.’

Stroking the tendon of his ankle, she lifted the corner of her mouth in a smile.

‘We could always start now.’

Raising herself up onto her knees, she started to move carefully towards him, shivers running down her spine when she noticed his eyes darken with lust as she got closer. When she straddled his thighs he took a hold of her left arm and placed an open mouthed kiss on the inside of her wrist before pulling away.

‘Have I kissed you today?’

Lips centimeters away from touching, she breathed her answer, ‘No.’

They inhaled deeply when their lips met and their tongues begun to duel. Buffy groaned into his mouth at the feel of him hardening against her. When she pressed it to his stomach and begun a slow but hard grind, he latched onto her neck, kissing and sucking the path up to her ear lobe. He gripped her hips firmly, helping her maintain her rhythm. His eyes rolled back at the feel of her seeping heat growing greater, and the sound of her pleasure changing from gentle mewls to desperate gasps. Meanwhile, all Buffy could do was hang on to his shoulders rocking harder and faster. Her inner walls clenched in hunger. The friction on her pulsing core rubbing over and over his velvet shaft was intoxicating.

‘Oh Will!’ she cried out, ‘I wa-ngh! God! So good…you’re so ughh!’ He smirked against her neck, panting but taking in her every sound.

‘So hot, Buffy. Come for me luv. Have to see you come for me. Need you. Want you.’

Her eyes flew shut and whole body spasmed with desire; she couldn’t wait to have him filling her, stretching her again. His words spurred her forwards and she felt herself hurtling towards the edge.

‘Oh Yes! W-want you! I’m gonna—God, I’m gonna—WILL!’

Her walls clenched with utter delight knowing they’d soon be treated to him, her back arched as she continued to ride out her climax. But as she started to slow down, she felt him hold her tighter pressing her down even harder and continuing to move her hips over him. She gasped at the overstimulation, crying out as the pain overtook pleasure in the most wondrous way.

‘Will! What are you—too much! Ohh it’s too mu—ugh!’

‘One more time Buffy. ‘s never enough! Please, jus’ one more time!’

Ducking his head, he fastened his lips to her breasts licking and sucking her tender flesh until she was sure she’d explode with desire. He was relentless and she could feel the embers of another orgasm, a much bigger one, growing speedily in the pit of her belly. It was upon her before she knew it.

‘I ca-can’t! Please…Will!’

He knew exactly as she was about to fall, and plunged himself into her, groaning loudly at the feel of her clenching muscles surrounding him and soaking him. Buffy screamed in pure ecstasy, ‘William! Fuck yes!’

His hips were thrust upwards, trying to fill her as well as he could. One arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, the other hand cradling her neck. Everything about it made this feel like their first time all over again; but part of him knew that it would always feel like this. He could never get used to the way she clutched so tightly to him like her life depended on him, like she never wanted to let go. Reaching up to the messy bun her hair was secured in, he released the clip and let out a strangled moan at the sight of the golden locks spilling down her shoulders.

The conscious part of Buffy had long been blown away and all that was left was the searing pleasure. Through the haze she could just make out a pair of shining, sky blue eyes bursting with passion. Bending forward she rested her forehead against his, her eyes fluttering shut as her body continued to rise and fall over his. She felt deliciously womanly at each of his rumbling groans and clamped her inner muscles around him with each stroke, trying to drive him crazy just like he’d done to her.

‘God, sweetheart. Hahh…you’re so—you’re the…the best I’ve—ngh! Best I’ve ever had! B-Buffy!’

At this Buffy pushed their lips together and ground down, squeezing so hard William swore that just for a spilt second they’d become one. He poured his groan of release into her, pulling her hips down to bury himself as far inside her as possible.

She tenderly ran her fingers through his hair and stroked his cheekbone as she watched him nuzzle into her hand and regain his breath. Inner Buffy glowed with pride at his declaration, but outside she just smiled softly and placed a kiss on his forehead.

But she was shaken from their little bubble of intimacy when a white blob caught her eye. William opened his eyes at the sound of her giggles and turned his head to discover the source of her amusement when she spoke.

‘We were a bit messy.’

And sure enough the floor around them was decorated with bubbles and puddles of water which had sloshed out of the tub during their little private time. He gave her a chaste kiss before reaching around her to pull out the bath-plug. With her legs fastened around his waist he managed to stand and turn on the shower head, rinsing the rest of the bubbles from their bodies. He never saw the look of adoration in Buffy’s eyes when he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her before sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her to his bed.

~

‘You said my name.’

Buffy raised her head from where it lay resting on his chest to look at him.

‘I didn’t say anything.’

William tore his gaze from the large windows which lined one wall of his bedroom and framed the LA night skyline and star speckled sky.

‘I meant before…in the bathroom.’

She smiled shyly, feeling a blush rise in her cheeks and quickly lying back down.

‘I always say your name.’

‘No, you said it…fully.’

Oh. So she had. She giggled at the memory and bit down on her thumbnail, ‘You mean like this?’ she leveled her lips with his left ear.

‘William.’

Her whisper was soft yet husky, her gentle breath sending goose-bumps down his neck. Shifting his shoulders, he cleared his throat recalling that orgasmic scream.

‘Was somethin’ like that. Just a bit…louder.’

‘Mmm…Of course it was,’ she said, a smile in her voice.

They both looked back out the window, just taking in the view, silent for a few moments. Buffy felt the lull of sleep overtake her and she snuggled into his embrace.

‘I’m gonna miss it here.’

He pulled the covers over her exposed shoulder and kissed the top of her head.

‘Me too, pet. Me too.’

~

to be continued...





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