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the afternoon of the day after…

Buffy stood at her bed side which was currently covered with various piles of clothes, toiletries and a suitcase. Looking back down at the cream coloured lace dress in her hands, she was drawn out of the day-dream of fire-towers and riverside kisses which it had pulled her into in the first place. She and Faith had been planning this trip to Miami since the previous year and now they were finally going; along with Cordelia and Faith’s boyfriend Robin. Although their latest addition probably meant that she’d spend most of her time with her youngest cousin. She didn’t understand. Why did this trip suddenly feel like it’d been drained of all excitement? Wrapped in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice when William appeared in her doorway, casually leaning against the frame.

‘Excited?’

She took a startled step backwards, holding both hands up to her chest.

‘Huh?... Oh, yeah. I am. Yes. Excitement; check.’

He tucked his thumbs behind his belt buckle and raised a scarred eyebrow.

‘That was convincing.’

Walking up behind her, he placed his hands on her hips and looked over her shoulder at the mountain of clothes she planned to take.

‘I thought you were only going for four days.’

‘We are.’

She frowned at his stifled laugh and shoved his arm hard before pulling him back towards her and offering him her cheek.

‘Insults are always after kisses remember?’

Planting his usual kiss on her cheekbone, he tightened his hold around her waist when she turned in his arms and pulled him in for a deep kiss. She settled in his embrace, resting her head against his chest.

‘What will you do while I’m gone?’

‘Just getting ready to move I suppose. And there’s that thing called work. How are you getting to the airport?’

She opened her mouth to reply, but shutting it just as soon. Buffy fell back into her thoughts. Yes, Will was so obviously the reason she was so reluctant about making the trip. Could this be the opportunity they’d been waiting for? She’d be crazy to just let it slip by.

‘We organized a taxi.’

‘Oh, I was going to say I could…take you there.’

Her eyes flew open even wider.

‘No, no. You don’t have to come. I- I mean, it’d probably be best if you didn’t. You know, it’d be harder for me to resist ravishing you in front of everyone.’

Murmuring his agreeance, he pulled her lower body closer to his and rubbed his nose against the soft skin of her neck taking in her fragrance.

‘Clever girl.’

Her breaths began to quicken under his sudden assault.

‘Dad’s gonna be back late again tonight.’

‘He is, is he?’

‘Mm-hmm.’

‘Then we better get started on that ravishing now, eh pet?’

She let out a squeal when he picked her up and backed her against the wall.

‘Good plan.’

~

The next day…

Sighing, William threw his keys onto the kitchen counter. Their flight would be landing in roughly two hours and Buffy had promised that she’d call once they had settled in. He looked around at the mess of half unpacked boxes and plastic covered furniture. Anxious for something to do to wile away the next few hours he changed into his gym clothes and made his way up to the health centre of the apartment complex.

~

Placing the weights back in their cradle, he sat up from the bench press and grabbed his phone. Trying to catch his breath, he threw his towel over his shoulder.

‘Buffy?’

She giggled at his breathlessness.

‘Having fun without me?’

‘More like the other way round, pet. How is it over there?’

‘Mm…nice, pretty. I’m just at the pool now.’

Licking his lips he asked in a deep, smoky voice, ‘Yeah? What are you wearing?’

The tall, over-muscled man standing opposite gave him a strange look and William quickly cleared his throat before looking away. He heard Buffy try to stifle a laugh, but she answered his question before he could ask what was funny.

‘Exactly what I was wearing when you saw me this morning.’

Right, he thought. They hadn’t been on the ground for that long.

‘So, what have you girls planned for the rest of the day?’

‘Nothing much, really. But right now...I’m checking out this cute guy.’

His brow furrowed with a mix of confusion touched with jealousy as he heard her giggle with excitement.

‘Why did you tell me that?’

‘Will, I’m serious! He’s gorgeous! Want me to describe him?’

‘Buffy, wha—’

But she continued right on.

‘Well, right now he’s facing away from me. But he took his shirt off about ten minutes ago and he’s got this incredible muscular back and he’s wearing these shorts that hang really low on his hips. I could see the outline of his pelvic bone. It’s like this perfect V shape. He’s blonde...definitely bleached…mm, sweaty.’ Then she added quietly, ‘And there’s this bite on top of his shoulder. There’s one lucky girl out there.’

At that, William looked down at the nearly faded bite mark on his left shoulder, then to his bare chest and the elastic of his sweatpants.

They were kind of low.

Running a hand over the back of his neck, he felt the sweat which had formed during his work out. Tilting his head, he raised his eyes slowly,

‘Tell me again, pet. Where are you?’

‘I told you, by the pool.’

He turned to his right to the glass wall which lined the side of the gymnasium and separated it from the outdoor swimming pool. And there, reclining on one of the deck-chairs he made out a petite blonde wearing a white bikini and wide brimmed hat which covered her eyes. When she raised her head slightly he saw a mobile phone held to her ear, and the sexiest grin on her lips.

~

William turned back away from the window, trying to hide his shocked-elation and replacing it with a smirk knowing she could see every move.

‘You said you were wearing what you wore this morning.’

‘Oh, I am,’ she said in a matter-of-fact voice before adding in a sultry voice, ‘Underneath, anyway.’

He exhaled sharply through his nostrils, feeling the tension flare over the phone.

‘Lift. 10 seconds.’

~

Giggling the whole time, Buffy knocked the door of William’s apartment shut, falling against it and clutching her stomach with mirth.

‘I said it was a bad idea to feel me up in the lift!’ she got out between laughs.

Walking past her, he gave a playful smack across the backside before making his way into the kitchen.

‘Ha ha, pet. Trust me, the whole building’ll know in five minutes. Bloody hell, of all the people it had to be her. She’ll probably go around telling everyone not to use that lift anymore; say it’s unsanitary or something. Barmy old bat, richer than you could imagine though. Don’t be surprised if we get some funny looks tomorrow…’

He was still talking, but Buffy, in her amazement couldn’t process it. Taking some tentative steps further into the foyer, she looked out the expanse of window showcasing the magnificent LA skyline in front of her. She followed the rich carpet into the living room and she felt her jaw drop at the modern setting and windows which made up the apartments protective wall. What with the excitement of their little trip down from the gym, she hadn’t even noticed that they’d gotten out of the lift seven floors higher.

‘Buffy?’

Handing her a glass of white wine, he placed a hand on the small of her back and walked her closer to the windows.

‘When did you move in?’

‘Actually started a few days ago, but tonight’ll be the official date I think. I was going to leave it as a surprise for you when you got back.’

Continuing to walk along the expanse of floor-to-ceiling length windows, she looked back at him with a playful grin.

‘Sorry to spoil your plans, do I still get the grand tour?’

~

Buffy couldn’t erase the look of awe from her face as William took her through each room of the apartment. To sum it up, it was just plain massive. She was almost embarrassed at how she’d felt her jaw drop when he’d told her that their floor housed only two apartments in total. Back in the main living area, she pointed to the three panes of window hidden by thick, cream curtains.

‘What’s behind there?’

The answer to that he would most definitely be keeping as a surprise.

‘You’ll find out later, pet. But now, I am gonna have a shower and you are going to tell me how you got out of that trip.’

He raised a hand at her look of protest and pulled her towards the master bathroom.

~

Seated on the room length, black marbled basin ledge, Buffy watched as he carried out his showering routine. Her eyes following the rivlets of water and soap suds which journeyed down the hard planes of his body. She forced her brain to recall the events of the previous evening and to translate them into words so she could explain how everything had happened…

to be continued...





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