Introduction



“Damn, there’s a lot of tweed in here.” Buffy stood in the doorway of the library and she considered running away once she saw the woman that was seated at the table.



“Buffy, come join us. Sit,” Giles smiled politely and looked as if he was afraid of Buffy making a scene.



“So, you’re a watcher, huh?” Buffy wrinkled her nose as she inched closer to the woman who was across from Giles. “How does the Council want me to die this time? What kind of apocalypse are you putting me up against?”



“Buffy, it is so wonderful to finally meet you. My name is Elizabeth Monroe.” She held a hand out to Buffy for a handshake but Buffy declined the offer. “Er, the Council doesn’t need your assistance with an apocalypse at this time…” Elizabeth paused, flustered by Buffy’s snort. “We need your help in a different case. I need you to protect me.”



“Huh?”



“I need you to accompany me on a little trip. You see, I’m doing extensive research on a legendary vampire and I have finally found where he is after years of trying to locate him.”



“What are you planning on doing to the vampire?” Buffy asked as she pulled out a chair next to Giles. She sat, suddenly interested. “And when you say ‘trip’, does this mean all expenses paid?”



“I adore your enthusiasm, Buffy, to be honest, I feared you’d be rather difficult.” Elizabeth grinned and leaned in, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “This vampire has gone through many transformations in his existence and I have found a spell that will convert him into his human-state for a short period of time. I’ll need your help to make sure he is always controlled to some degree while I question him; he was as dangerous as man as he is now as a vampire.”



“So, you want me to baby-sit so you can get an A on your research paper?”



“No…well, we’d be going to Brazil!”



“Brazil? What’s in Brazil?”



“Rio de Janeiro, beaches, coves…”



Buffy flashed Elizabeth a smile, “And I’d miss class too? This all sounds too good to be true…what’s the catch? What kind of vampire am I going to protect you from? What’s his name? Have you heard of him, Giles, in your books?”



“I’ll let Ms. Monroe have the honor of telling you,“ Giles answered.



Buffy frowned, confused by Giles’s reaction, he didn’t seem too thrilled by the other Watcher’s proposal.



“Well, Buffy, I want us to come face-to-face with this demon.” Elizabeth pulled out a heavy book and slid it across to Buffy. “I want you to help me fend off William the Bloody.”



“William the who?” Buffy squinted and she took a closer look at the picture the Watcher was pointing at. “Oh my God, that’s Spike!”

***

Chapter 1



“Did you know the island has no roads or cars?” Buffy moved around her room excitedly as she packed her suitcase. “I’m going to take a ton of pictures, I hope I won’t run out of film.”



“It’s too bad I can’t join you. Can’t you tell her that you need your trusty sidekick?” Willow asked, looking through the travel brochures Elizabeth had provided.



“I tried Will, but Elizabeth thinks the less will be the merrier.”



“Aren’t you worried? About Spike?”



“That bleached blonde idiot? What’s to worry about him? I’ll find him, tie him down somehow and then we’ll do the spell. I’ll do my baby-sitting duty part-time and I’ll scan the beaches for hotties on my time off. It’ll be great.” Buffy zipped up one suitcase and she pulled out another empty bag from her closet. “We’ll be gone for a month. How many pairs of underwear will I need?”



“Hotties? What about Angel? Heck, what about Drusilla? She won’t just let you steal her Spike.”



“Angel? Things haven’t been going too great with him lately. I still have to tell him about my trip…” Buffy sighed for a moment but she forced her excitement back, “And Drusilla? What about her? If she gets in my way, I’ll give her a few pokes from Mr. Pointy.” Buffy shrugged. “Can you believe I’m taking three bags of weapons? Giles is making me. God, just how much Holy Water does it take before the airport people get suspicious?”



“Probably just one bottle will do the trick,” Willow said confidently with a nod.



“Goody.” Buffy looked at her pile of suitcases and she smiled, “All packed and ready to go.”

***



“Angel, I came by to say…uh, bye.” Buffy walked into the mansion and she found her boyfriend sitting on the stone floor reading a novel.



“Where are you going?” Angel asked, his eyes never leaving the page of his book. Buffy could hear concern and surprise in his voice.



“To Brazil on a Slayer mission, I’ll be gone for about a month and I need you to help out with patrolling while I’m gone.”



“A month?” Angel got to his feet. “That’s a long time, Buffy. Why are you going to Brazil? What about school?”



Buffy blinked, realizing that her mother, Joyce had said the exact words to her the day before. “Angel, I have to go, the Council needs me. You know it’s my job--.”



“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to nag,” Angel said, sulking into a corner.



“No, you weren’t.” Buffy stepped forward to comfort him but he walked farther away from her. “I’m taking all my homework,” she said sternly, upset that he had dismissed her. “I think it’ll be good for me. I’ll have time to think about college and… us.”



“Us?”



“Angel,” Buffy pushed her way in front of him. “Stop avoiding me. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t touch you. I can barely be in the same room with you. You act as if you’re afraid of me.”



“Buffy… I’m afraid of myself, what I’ll do if you’re near me… I’m afraid that if you touch me, I won’t be able to control myself. You’ll get hurt.”



“And us pretending to be kind-of-together, that’s hurting me. What I want from you I can never have. You don’t need me to take care of you anymore--.”



“So that’s it? Are you really going to think about us during your vacation or have you already made up your mind? You’re breaking things off so you can be free in Brazil--.”



“Angel, that’s not fair.”



“There’s got to be a way we can still see each other. I’ll try harder.” Angel grabbed her hand as if to prove his point. “Please, Buffy.”



“There is: tell me that you don’t love me. If you can do that, we’ll be friends, just friends with only friendly touching and no kisses and definitely no temptation for sex. Tell me that Angel and we’ll see each other.”



Angel said nothing, still holding her hand.



“I need to go or I’ll miss my flight.” Buffy pulled away and she made her way out of the mansion.

***



“What do you know about Spike?” Elizabeth asked after they had settled in the seats on the plane.



“He’s annoying and a major pain in my ass.”



“Oh? About how many times did you and he fight?”



“Off and on all last year. He crashed Parent Teacher Night because he wanted to kill me. The Night of St. Vigius or something like that…” Buffy smirked as Elizabeth took out her notebook and started scribbling down everything that Buffy had said.



“The Night of what?”



“St. Vigius. You’re on your own if you don’t know how to spell it.”



“I’ll look it up later. Please tell me more.”



“Ok, well, my mom hit Spike with an axe and he ended up running away like a little girl,” Buffy chuckled. “And then I heard he fried some uber vamp, a little kid.”



“Ah yes, the Anointed One,” Elizabeth nodded.



“From there he was just a pest. Spike and Dru—that’s his skanky ho of a girlfriend. They popped up all the time. I think he really had an obsession with killing a Slayer. He killed two and he wore it like a badge or something. He’d brag all the time. God, how I wanted to kill him… Anyway then there was Angel,” Buffy said his name and she felt a pang in her heart. “I’m sure you know about him…”



“Yes, yes I do,” she blushed, hinting that she knew all about Buffy’s past.



“Spike actually helped me stop him…in his own twisted way. I guess Angelus was hitting on Drusilla and Spike flipped. He wasn’t much help in the end really but we did have a pact. He ended up taking Dru and leaving me to fight Angel alone.” Buffy frowned. “That was the last time I saw the big jerk.”



“Hm…he made a pact with the Slayer? How truly remarkable. He never ceases to amaze me.”



“I guess. Whatever you say,” Buffy shrugged before putting on her headphones and reclining back in her seat.

***



“Wow,” Buffy stepped out of the tiny airport on wobbly legs and in awe. “It’s beautiful here.”



“I agree. William the Bloody seems to have nice taste in vacation spots.”



“Where’s the hotel that we’re staying in? I hope it’s kinda far because I really need to work out my legs from the long flight.”



“We’re staying in the lodge and I believe it’s in that direction,” Elizabeth pointed.



Buffy nodded and she took off, carrying all her luggage in ease, not bothered by their weight or bulk.



“Ah, Buffy,” Elizabeth called out but Buffy was already feet ahead of her. “Right, I’ll just catch up.”

***



“This will be the most difficult part of our task: capturing Spike. The island only houses a handful of people at a time so--.”



“Why would a vampire come to such a small island? It sounds like he’d have a really tiny food supply…” Buffy wondered as she stared out the window of their lodge. It was like a tiny house with two large bedrooms, a living room, dining room and kitchen. Buffy loved where they were staying but it was the view that left her breathless. From the living room where she sat with Elizabeth, Buffy could see the beach, the ocean and a number of palm trees. “But then again, it is Spike and he’s not the brightest of the light bulb family.”



“I have reason to believe that Spike and Drusilla are only using this island for sleeping during the day and that they travel to hunt and feed. There’s a heavily populated area that can be reached by boat and it’s known for having quite a lot of demon activity.”



“Got ya, that makes sense. So when can I get on the boat?”



“The next group leaves in an hour, you can go then or you can wait until after sunset.”



“The earlier the better; the early Buffy always gets her man. And I’ll be able to scope out the area too. So I’m guessing there’s nightclubs and bars over there?”



“Of course,” Elizabeth nodded. “Those are the best locations for getting disoriented victims.”



“Ok, I’m going to change.”

***



“Hm.” Buffy looked in the mirror and she studied the cross that hung from her neck. “I can’t believe I broke up with him…” Buffy touched the necklace and tears filled in her eyes. On the flight Buffy had thought about Angel a lot and she decided she was grateful for Elizabeth and her timing. Buffy was relieved to have a month to be alone and away from her friends, away from Angel.



“God, I just want to have fun here, I so need some Buffy Time.”

***



Buffy walked out of the lodge just as the sun was setting. She’d spent more time than she had planned dressing and Elizabeth wanted to brief her many times over what she was to do with Spike once she’d found him.



Knock him out or drug him, it doesn’t sound that difficult, Buffy thought as she walked past one of the island’s bars.



“I’m not putting up with this anymore! You’re making out with a bloody chaos demon! Are you fucking blind!?”



“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Buffy hid behind the edge of the building and she watched as Spike and Drusilla fought. “This is way too easy.”



“No, I’m not blind,” Drusilla yelled back. She got up from the bench, leaving the chaos demon behind. “And if you what to leave, fine!”



“What else can I do, pet? I’ve given you everything: beautiful jewels, beautiful dresses with beautiful girls in them but nothing makes you happy! I’ve got an unlife you know!”



“Spike,” Drusilla’s voice was softer and she reached for his arm. “You don’t make me happy anymore. You’ve gone soft. You made a truce with the Slayer.”



Buffy wrinkled her nose at the disgust Drusilla had put behind saying her name. “Ho,” Buffy whispered.



“It didn’t mean anything. I did it for you, baby, I wanted to protect you. I was thinking about you the entire time. That bitch means nothing to me.”



“It doesn’t matter what you say, Spike. You’ve changed. You’re not enough demon for me.”



“What?”



“We can stay friends.” Drusilla reached up to pet his face but he pushed her back.



“Oh, please—you’ll be sorry!”



Buffy watched as Spike ran off in an angry huff.

***



I’m so the last person that he’s going to want to see, Buffy thought as she neared the building Spike had entered. I can’t believe Drusilla was with that—thing…Spike may not be the handsomest but at least he doesn’t have the antlers and the slime. Ewww.



Buffy peeked through the window and she could see Spike throwing things and she could also hear his muffled screams.



“Great.” Buffy sighed and she wondered how much longer it would take before he’d be looking for the nearest drink.



“Oooh, if I could get him to pass out…”



“You have got to be fucking kidding me!”



“I-I can explain!” Buffy shrieked in surprise as Spike pulled her into the building.



“You! You’re ruining my life!”



Buffy ducked as a chair was hurled at her head. “Spike-I didn’t do anything!”



Spike growled, wiping the tears from his eyes and shifting into his vampire guise. “That doesn’t matter, Dru thinks you did and you need to pay for that.”



She dug in her purse, desperately looking for a stake or for the needle Elizabeth had given her as Spike charged at her. When she couldn’t find anything, Buffy dropped her bag to the floor and she lunged at Spike.

***



“I. Don’t. Want. To. Hurt. You.” Buffy’s words were broken up as she pounded her fists into his abdomen and face. “Much.”



Spike grunted in response to every blow and he barely fought back. After several minutes of fighting, Buffy only had suffered a small injury to her thigh.



“What’s wrong with you?” Buffy demanded as she threw him into the wall. “I thought you were actually going to put up a bigger fight, silly me. Maybe Drusilla was right, you’re less of a demon now--.”



“Arrrrggg!”



Good, that’s a good Spike, Buffy thought with a grin before she slammed a chair into the back of his head.



“Thank God,” Buffy said after Spike’s body crumbled onto the floor. “Purse…purse.” She searched through the rubble, looking for the drugs. “Oh, got ya.” She smiled before sticking Spike in the arm.

***

Chapter 2



“Honey, I’m home.” Buffy pushed open the door, with Spike sprawled out over her shoulder.



“You found him!”



“Yup,” Buffy answered before dropping the vampire on the couch. “Gosh, he may look skinny but he’s one heavy devil.” She rolled her shoulders. “How long will the drugs last?”



“Not long, we should do the spell now.”



“Now?”



“Yes, now. Help me get my supplies set up,” Elizabeth demanded before rushing to her room.

***



“How is this going to work?” Buffy asked as she tied Spike to a wooden chair in the middle of the living room as Elizabeth drew designs on the floor with a chalky substance.



“We’re going to bring William to the future by bringing him to Spike’s present form.”



“That sounds confusing.” Without thinking, Buffy reached out to wipe the crushed blood that had formed around a cut she had given Spike on his forehead. “Will he remember?”



“I’m not certain.”



“Ah, huh…so where will Spike be once William takes over?”



“That answer requires a lengthy explanation and we don’t have the time.”



“Oh.” Buffy left Spike and she began lighting the various candles that were surrounding him. “And this William, he’ll be a really big bad ass?”



“I imagine so, he was known by such a title as William the Bloody. Are you getting cold feet, dear?”



“A little I guess. I just don’t want things to go wonky.”



“Wonky?” Elizabeth repeated with a laugh. “I promise we’ll have everything under control.” She stood on her feet and she wiped off her hands. “I’ll be performing the spell now, for safety reasons, I’d like for you to step into your room.”



“O-ok.” Buffy was closing her door when she heard the chanting begin.

***



“Safety reasons? I’m the freaking Slayer,” Buffy grumbled as she searched through her bags for her pajamas. It was getting close to midnight and Buffy assumed she should get some sleep before her babysitting began.



As Buffy changed her clothes, her mind went to Spike. She never thought Spike and Drusilla would ever break up. Even if she hated them both with a passion, Buffy always thought their love would last, that it would literally be eternal.



Maybe we’re all doomed. Maybe all love isn’t meant to last…besides if everyone were in love and getting their proper amount of smoochies, who’d go to all the romantic comedies? Who’d read all those books with the flowery covers with the naked muscley men on them?



“How depressing…” She said with a sigh, getting into bed.

***



Buffy woke hours later to the sound of hysterical sobbing. “What?” She grabbed a stake from her bag before walking into the living room. “Elizabeth?”



“He’s crying, Buffy.”



“I can see that.” Buffy eyed Spike in distaste. “Why? About Drusilla?”



“No, Spike’s gone, he’s William now and apparently all my books are filled of lies!” Elizabeth grunted in frustration and she walked into the kitchen, leaving Buffy alone with the man who was tied to the chair.



“Spike?” Buffy stepped closer. “Ah, William?”



“Stay away from me! Or I’ll-I’ll scream and the police will come for you!”



“Don’t scream; we don’t want to hurt you. I promise,” Buffy looked at William and she was in awe at how different he seemed. He was in Spike’s clothing but there was something new about him and Buffy wasn’t sure what it was. “Um, I’ll be right back.”



“Blasted books!”



“Elizabeth, what’s going on? The spell did work, didn’t it?” Buffy walked in the kitchen and over to the Watcher who was quickly scanning her books.



“It worked, he’s human, he has a soul but he’s nothing like the human the books say he should be. I’ve been questioning him and all he does is whimper. I asked him about killing people with railroad spikes and he cries more and mentions how he hates such ‘dark and ugly business’.”



“Could he be faking it?”



“It’s possible but I doubt it.” Elizabeth frowned. “I’m supposed to be getting into the mind of an evil villain not a blubbering baby!”



“Did you explain to him what you’re doing? I’d be scared too if I were thrown into the future…”



“Yes, of course I explained everything to him!”



“Eh, Elizabeth, maybe you need to sleep for a little while, let me talk to Spike, maybe I can calm him down.”



“Ok, here.” Elizabeth handed Buffy a tape recorder. “I’ll only nap for a little while.”



“Are there any questions that I should definitely ask him?”



“Just talk to him now, try to make him comfortable. See if he’s hungry, do whatever you’d like.”

***



“William?” Buffy came into the room and she sat on the couch. “How are you feeling?”



“I’m scared out of my wits.”



“That’s understandable. Ah, so, are you hungry?”



“Will you poison me?”



“No.”



“Why should I believe you?”



“Um…what if I untied you?”



“I guess that would make you more trustworthy but I’ll scream if--.”



“I know yada, yada, police, yada, yada. But you won’t be able to runaway and if even you did, I’d be on you in seconds flat. I’d hurt you.” Buffy looked William in the eye and she wondered if he was taking her seriously. “Do I need to scare you into not running away? I doubt you’d last long anyway, it’s 1998 you know.”



“1998 what?”



“That’s the year.”



“Good Lord.”



“You won’t runaway?” Buffy fell to her knees and she worked on untying the ropes around his ankles. She knew even if he was an evil man pretending, he wouldn’t get anyway without a fight from her.



“I won’t.”



“You promise?”



“Yes.”



“Ok.”



Buffy untied him.

***



“God, you can really pack it away.”



“What?”



Buffy watched as he ate what should have been called his third full meal. “Food. You eat a lot.”



“I do.” William blushed. “It’s good, you’re a wonderful cook.”



“Oh, I don’t cook. It’s room service.”



“What?”



“Never mind. So William, are you called William the Bloody where you come from?”



“H-How do you know about that?“



Buffy hid her smile, as William’s blush deepened. She never imagined that she’d see Spike with so much color in his cheeks. “Elizabeth, the lady who was here before, she told me.”



“I don’t like her. She yelled at me and for no reason.”



“I’m sorry.” Buffy wanted to giggle, but she held it back. “We just want to know about you and about your life.”



“I don’t see why…” He said under his breath and then he confessed, “It’s a nickname.”



“William the Bloody? How’d you get it?”



“It’s embarrassing.”



“It can’t be too bad. Heck, my name is Buffy, you can imagine the nicknames I had as a child.”



“Buffy?” He said her name with a grin on his face as if the word tickled his tongue when he said it. “What a peculiar name.”



“I know.”



“Ah,” William sighed. “I don’t know why I should tell you anything but…you’ve been kind to me… The men around town the call me William the Bloody Awful Poet.” He looked down as if ashamed. “Some of my poems were stolen and read without my permission, they weren’t even my best but I’ve been teased about my writing ever since.”



“Poet…”



“Yes.”



Buffy didn’t know what to say. She believed him but she couldn’t imagine Spike as a poet. “So you aren’t a ruthless killer?”



“No! No! Why would you think that?”



“Eh, Elizabeth, she…”



“Well that woman is vile and she is guilty of slander! I wouldn’t hurt anyone.”



“Hey, I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding.”



“And I’m not sure that I cannot believe anything that she has told me. Being brought into the future—that’s absurd!”



“Does this place look like anything from where you’re from?” Buffy stood and she walked to the kitchen sink. “We have running water. Indoors.” She turned on the faucet and then she turned it off quickly. “Come here.”



“No…”



“William.” She glared at him and he joined her reluctantly.



“This a refrigerator.” She opened the door and motioned from him to look inside. “Touch something in there.”



“It’s cold.” William looked at the bottle of juice in wonder.



“Yup and we have a freezer that keeps things frozen…Hell, this is just one room in the house. We’ve got flushing toilets, comfy beds and TV.” Buffy laughed, “We have MTV.”



“I-I don’t know what to say…it’s improbable.”



“No it’s the future and you’re in it now, William. Magic brought you here and you’re going to be here for quite a while so you’d better get used to it.”

***



“This is a TV. This is a remote that controls the TV.” Buffy handed the remote to William. “The red button at the top, push it.”



William followed Buffy’s instructions and he jumped when the television came to life.



“Sit there, good boy.” Buffy laughed. “The television is your friend. It’s a wonderful invention you can use it to learn or to be entertained. The big arrow buttons, do you see them? Push either the one that points up or down and that will change the channels.”



“Channels?”



“Um, I have no idea how to explain them…after a while you’ll understand them.” Buffy sat next to William and she curled her feet under her. “Here’s the listing, the lodge has crap cable but we’ll find something…and hopefully it’ll be in English.”



“This is unbelievable, how-what?”



“I know I feel the same way sometimes. Uh…did you ever go to plays?”



“Yes, with my mother.”



Buffy smiled, imagining Mommy Spike. “Well most of the people on there,” She pointed at the TV, “They’re actors. Does that make sense?”



“Not entirely.” His eyes widened as he changed the channel to a cartoon.



“It’ll take a while for everything to sink in. Just try not to think about the ‘how’ and ‘why’ of everything and you’ll be fine.”

***



“Buffy?!”



“Hm?”



“Buffy, I told you to watch him, not sleep on his shoulder!”



Buffy’s eyes popped open and she sat up with a start. “Elizabeth, I--.”



“He could have ran off! He could have killed you as you slept!”



“I don’t think--.” Buffy sighed when Elizabeth cut her off again. She looked at William to see how he was holding up under her yelling. He gave her a little grin and Buffy found herself grinning back.



“I won’t hurt anyone and I won’t runaway. I made a promise and I’d never break a promise to a lady,” William spoke up during the Watcher’s rant.



Gah, Buffy thought. She felt her cheeks warm up and she knew within seconds she’d have a blush that would match William’s. I can’t believe Spike was ever like this; he’s so different, so…sweet. He called me a lady…awww.



Buffy looked away from William quickly, knowing that she’d melt if she were to look at him for much longer.



Elizabeth clearly did not believe him. “Right. Well,” she tugged on the hem of her shirt and she cleared her throat, sitting down. “Let’s get some work done. William, tell me about yourself.”



“I’d rather not.”



“You can’t refuse.” Elizabeth replied. “If you do, Buffy’ll hit you a few times until you talk.”



William swallowed and he took a minute to respond. “I’ll cooperate but if I’m going to be talking, uh, I’d like to talk to Buffy.”



“Huh?” Both Buffy and Elizabeth asked at the same time.



“I’d like to speak Buffy…only.”



“Why?” Elizabeth looked at him curiously.



“Well, she doesn’t yell as much as you do and she has been very kind to me. And she hasn’t accused me of the horrible crimes that you have.”



“Buffy, let me talk to you in the kitchen, now.”

***



“What happened? I need you to be a Slayer, Buffy, not a girl with raging hormones. We need him for my research not for you to flirt with.”



“I haven’t flirted at all. I was just being nice to him. And my hormones are not raging, they’re perfectly tame.” Buffy crossed her arms and she glared at the older woman. “Maybe he’d be willing to talk to you if you weren’t so bitchy towards him.”



“Oh!” Elizabeth gasped, “I haven’t--!”



“You write down a list of things for me to ask him and I’ll do the Q&A session with the tape recorder. Until then, William and I are going to eat breakfast.” With that said, Buffy turned on her heel and marched into the living room.

***



“Sorry I feel asleep on you. The last thing I remember was trying to understand the show we were watching…I hope I didn’t lean too hard on your shoulder.” Buffy laughed before handing William the menu for room service. “Pick out whatever you want and I’ll order it.”



“I can have anything?”



“Sure. I’m going to have the pancakes myself. The blueberry ones.”



“Oh. I’ll eat whatever you have.”



“Are you sure?”



William nodded as he stared at the color photographs on the menu. “The other woman…Elizabeth, I don’t know about her…”



“Don’t worry,” Buffy said as she picked up the telephone. “She’s not that bad, you just surprised her I think. She expected you to be different.”



“Doesn’t everyone…?” William grumbled.



“What?” Buffy began to ask but the person from room service interrupted her and Buffy was forced to give their order.



“Oh, nothing.”

***



“So, you’re a poet?”



“Oh, yes.” William’s face lit up. “For many years now.”



“What do you write about?” Buffy asked between bites of pancake.



“Things of beauty…love, human emotions…”



“Really? Can you tell me one of your poems?”



“No, I-I can’t remember any from the top of my head.” William blushed and he looked down. “But if I had some paper…I might be able to come up with something new.”



“Paper? I’m sure I can get you some paper. Consider it done.”



“Thank you, Buffy.”



“Hey, no problem.” Buffy shrugged.



“Buffy, can I ask you a question?”



“Sure.”



“How can I still be living in 1998? Elizabeth, she said that I was too difficult to speak in the present, what does that mean? Can a man live more than one hundred years in your future?”



Buffy didn’t answer him quickly, not sure how William would react to the fact that he’d be killed and transformed into a vampire. “Some people can live more than a hundred years but you… didn’t. Something…supernatural happened to you. William, um, what do you know about vampires?”

***



“I become a demon?” William asked the question for the third time. “Why? How?”



“Well, I can tell you all about the how but it’s the why we’re hoping you can help us with. To Elizabeth, you don’t become just a demon; ask her, she thinks you’re a legend, a vampire god or something. She’s dedicated her life to studying you.” Buffy waited for William to burst into tears or to start screaming but he remained calm and silent. “Say something, what are you thinking?”



“What am I to you?”



“Huh?” She leaned forward, not sure if she heard him correctly because he had spoken so quietly.



“If I’m a legend to her, what am I to you, now?”



“You’re Spike.” Buffy replied quickly and without a second thought.



“Are we…friends?”



“Not exactly, we’re more like enemies, we’ve been fighting for about a year actually.”



“Are you a vampire as well? You don’t seem like one…”



“No, I’m human but I can do things that humans can’t…I can um, kill vampires. I’m what they call a Slayer.”



“Slayer?” Fear filled William’s eyes, “Are you going to kill me?”



“William, you’re not a vampire.” Without thinking she grabbed his wrist. “You’re warm, you have a pulse and you’re human. You’re not a monster, not a bad man or anything like the Spike I know. You have no reason to be afraid of me.”



William looked down at their touching skin as if he was hypnotized. “I-I’m not afraid of you…you terrify me, Buffy.”



“Now there’s something every girl longs to hear,” Buffy quipped before Elizabeth came into the room, interrupting them and causing their hands to fly away from each other.



“Buffy, I have my list completed, you will ask the questions but I’m staying in the room.”

***

Chapter 3

William the Bloody Awful Poet.

Buffy looked at William as he named off all the people in both sides of his family.

So that’s who Spike’s been hiding all these years?

He’s so…cute.

Buffy held back her sigh. She felt like a teenybopper lusting after a celebrity.

God, and it’s only been a day.

“Buffy?”

“Hmmm…”

“Buffy? Buffy!”

“Huh? What?” Buffy was brought back from her thoughts and she blushed, noticing that William and Elizabeth were staring at her. “Um, did I…miss something?”

“I just realized that we forgot a very important thing.”

“What?” Buffy asked in response to Elizabeth’s seriousness.

“Clothing.”

“Clothing, of course—uh, what? Not following.”

“William. How could I have forgotten that? I thought I had everything planned perfectly.” Elizabeth stood and she began pacing. “I wanted to avoid this.” She cursed under breath.

“What?”

“You need to take him out and buy him a few sets of clothing before sundown. He’ll need toiletries as well.”

“You want me to take him shopping?” Buffy grinned at the thought of exposing William to more of modern life.

“Yes, but you have to take special care not to bring him anywhere that Drusilla may be staying. If she were to see him…”

“Oh, she won’t.” Buffy shot up, smiling widely. “And what I buy, it’ll all be covered by the Council’s credit card, right?”
***

“Just stay close to me and everything will be ok.” Buffy considered grabbing onto William’s arm and pulling him through the tourist area but she decided against it.

“Buffy, people…people wear next to nothing in future?” His eyes bugged out as a pair of bikini clad women strolled past him.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, just wait ‘till you get introduced to the thong,” Buffy chuckled, walking faster, making William jog to catch up with her. “Look, let’s go into this store.”
***

“Ah, somehow I don’t think that these clothes are something I’d the like…” William pulled at the gaudy flowered print shirt that Buffy had picked out just for him. “Before I was wearing something more…black. I rather liked that compared to this, this is so…loud.”

“Loud, eh? You don’t say,” Buffy bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. “What would you like to wear? I doubt there’s anything here like the stuff they had back in your day.”

“That’s very true. In many ways.” William skimmed the rack of clothes. “Do you like this?”

“Yeah, I do actually.” Buffy nodded, giving her approval of the white button down shirt. “It’ll look nice on you.”

“Thank you.”

“Gosh, I don’t even have to look at you to know you’re blushing. I can hear you blushing.” Buffy kept her eyes down as she took more clothes off the rack. “That has to be embarrassing.” She gave him the shirts and pushed him into the dressing room. “Hurry, we still have to find you a tooth brush somewhere. Oh and try these on.” She tossed a few pairs of pants over the door.

“Ow!”

“Sorry! Are you--” She laughed and stood tiptoes trying to peek through the slats of the dressing room door and making sure he was alright. She pulled back with a quiet gasp when she saw flashes of bare skin.

“Ok.” Blinking twice, she looked around the store to see if anyone had seen her peeping.

“I’m fine, Buffy,” William answered with a laugh.

“That you are,” she said to herself. She glanced at the entrance of the store, needing somewhere to focus her eyes instead of being tempted to take another look through the door.

“Oh, my God,” she exclaimed in a whisper. “William, let me in!”

“W-why?”

“William!” Buffy banged on the door and put her hand on the knob. “Open it or I will.” When he didn’t respond, Buffy used her strength turn the door, breaking the handle and letting herself into the dressing room.

“Buf--.” William tried to sheik her name, but Buffy held a hand over his mouth.

“Shhh,” she said holding a finger to his lips. “Just stay quiet, ok?”
Buffy grinned, looking down; William was protectively covering his naked torso from Buffy’s eyes. “You can finish getting dressed or changed or whatever, I won’t look… I’ll just be over there,” she innocently pointed to the door. “Until she’s gone.”

“Who?”

“Drusilla.”
***

Her body buzzed as she listened to the ruffling of clothes behind her.

Buffy closed her eyes, briefly picturing the bare thigh she’d been treated seeing to minutes before.

Now that’s just going to kill me…of course there’s nothing under his jeans. Big Bad Spike, why would he wear undies? Must be an ego thing.

Buffy’s eyes popped open when Drusilla and her ugly companion edged closer to the back of the store.

I still don’t get that. She picked antler boy over Spike? Well, he was Spike…

She tried to think up something mean and cruel to say about the vampire but nothing came to mind. Her head was overwhelmed with William.

Buffy held her breath, hearing William zip up his pants.

“Ah, Buffy?”

“Yeah?”

“Help.”

Buffy turned, seeing that William had gotten himself caught in the sweatshirt that he was trying on. “How…?” she paused to giggle quietly. “How did you mange to do this?”

“I don’t know.”

Shaking her head, Buffy walked towards William and decided he was the most adorable creature she’d ever met. “You’re so cute.”

“Well…um…”

“You don’t have to say anything. Ok, the first thing we need to do is free your arms.” Buffy led his arms through the right holes and then she smiled up at him, lightly holding his wrists. “There. Together we conquered the nasty shirt.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” She gave his wrists a squeeze. “Let me check to see if the mega bitch is gone. We need to get back.”
***

“It’s your hair that people will recognize the most, so I picked this up.” Buffy put a baseball cap on William’s head. “There, the hat with the sweatshirt will make you look a little different from Spike, at least from a distance.” William grinned and Buffy continued. “And I bought me a sundress too…among other things. Don’t tell Elizabeth.” Buffy winked at him as they walked along the beach making their way back to the lodge. “I figure we can get you shampoo and other stuff at the hotel. Don’t worry, William, we’ll have you smelling good in no time.”

“I smell bad?” William asked but then he looked as if he wished he could take the question back.

“No, you smell fine.”

“You smell like nothing I’ve ever smelled before.”

“William…” Buffy didn’t know what to say.

“Sorry, I know that isn’t something you’d like to hear…from me…but it’s the truth. You smell heavenly Buffy.”

Buffy looked ahead and she silently thanked God for the darkness that successfully covered her blush from William’s eyes.

Shit, maybe his blushing is contagious, she thought. Oh God, he’s still talking…

“And I’ve tried to compare it to flowers and to other lovely scents from back home but my mind stays blank.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing really…just my perfume.”

“Now, don’t be modest, Buffy. It’s you, I know it is.”

“You’re…sweet.” Buffy tried to control her pounding heart. “Did you tell this to all the girls that you hit on back in your day?”

“Buffy, I told you, I didn’t hit anybody. I don’t--.”

“Oh, hey,” Buffy touched his arm after seeing panic in his eyes. “Hitting on people doesn’t exactly mean beating people up, I mean, God, what would’ve they called it? I want to say courting but I don’t know if that’s the right word. Ah, are you telling me things that you told all the girls--.”

“There weren’t any girls. I only have talked to two girls in my lifetime and one is my mother and you now make a third.”

“Was the other girl Drusilla?”

“I don’t know who Drusilla is.”

“Ok,” Buffy paused as they reached the door of the lodge. “Was the other girl your girlfriend?”

“No.” William looked down and Buffy knew someone had hurt him deeply.

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend? I’d think that all the girls would flock to a guy that writes poetry--.”

“Don’t you think if I knew that I’d do something? That I’d change or try to adapt to what they wanted? If I knew what was wrong with me, I’d change in a instant.”

“I…sorry, I--.”

He stepped back and avoided her eyes. “No, I’m sorry. I snapped at you. I was unreasonable. I just…that’s just a question that I’ve been stewing over for years. Buffy, I don’t know why girls don’t like me.”

“William, there’s nothing wrong with you.” She stepped closer and it felt wonderful to see that he didn’t move away. “In fact, I don’t know what’s wrong with girls in the eighteen hundred and whatevers, but I can say that in just one day…I like you. William, I really like you.” She touched his face and William closed his eyes as if savoring her touch. “God, William breathe, don’t pass out on me.”

“I’ve never felt this way before,” William confessed with a sigh.

“I hope it’s a good feeling.” Buffy leaned forward and she kissed him on the cheek. “Let’s go inside.”
***

Chapter 4

William is not Spike. Spike is not William.

William was killed by Spike. I hate—ok, maybe hate is strong word, I really dislike Spike. A lot. I don’t hate him but I certainly don’t like him as much as William.

Mmmm…William.

Buffy smiled widely.

Ok, I don’t think I could like anyone was much I’m liking him right now.

Buffy rolled on her stomach and she sighed, “It doesn’t matter damn it. William could turn into a rock tomorrow or be the descendant of a slimy demon that eats puppies and I wouldn’t care. I’d still like him. Guess I need to follow my own advice.”

Buffy took her pillow and she covered her head with it. “Carpe diem… seize the day, holy crap I want to seize the whole freakin’ month. I want to seize William.”
***

“Hey, good morning.” Buffy stepped out of the bathroom in her robe and with her hair wrapped in a towel. William was no longer sleeping and he sat on the sofa with a notebook in his lap and a pen in his hand. “You figured out how to use the pens I bought. I was going to give you a demonstration today.”

“It was difficult but I prevailed.” He grinned. “Besides writing utensils did exist where I come from.”

“Pfft, oh, I so knew that.” Buffy batted the air. “I’m just disappointed. I was practicing in the shower how I’d teach you, it went something like: this is a pen and this is a pen cap… it would have been very informative, trust me.”

“I hate to disappoint you, Buffy.”

“That’s ok. I’m counting on teaching you how to turn on the shower later because every one of them seems to be different and burning always happens. What are you writing?”

“A journal entry. I want to record this whole…experience and I plan on adding some poems here and there.”

“That sounds nice.”

“And once I’m gone, I guess,” he shrugged, “you can use it for your research. I still find it baffling that you both went through so much trouble to learn about me.”

Buffy tried not to frown, reminded that William wasn’t going to be staying around forever. “I bet you’re looking forward to going back especially since we drug you here. But it wasn’t really my idea; it’s just my job to help Elizabeth and—and I’m totally rambling. William, do you want to go back? Do you secretly hate me for participating in this whole mess? Oh God. Do you think this is a mess?”

“Buffy?”

“Sorry, temporary insanity.” Buffy panicked, feeling embarrassed, seeing William’s look of confusion. “I’ll be back. I-I need to change.”
***

“I miss my mother.”

Buffy stopped combining her hair and she put down her brush.

“The door was open so I…”

“That’s fine, you can sit if you want. Are you and your mom close?”

William nodded and he sat next to her on the edge of her bed. “She’s sick and I’m the only one that takes care of her. I’m worried that something may happen while I’m here. She shouldn’t be stressed. I fear that me not being here will be harmful to her health. If it weren’t for my mother…”

“You don’t have to explain. If my mom were sick… I’m so sorry. Maybe I can talk to Elizabeth about getting you home sooner. I think she wanted in-depth, gory horror stories and since you don’t--.” Buffy stopped and she licked her lips. “Have. Any. Maybe you can leave sooner.” She spoke slowly, biting her lip and tilting her head as she looked at William, her eyes drawn to his mouth.

Pretty lips…pretty blue eyes…pretty…he’s just…pretty. Sure he looks like Spike but that’s beside the point, the point is…he’s William.

“William?”

“Y-yes?”

“This could sound selfish but I don’t want you to leave too soon. I’d like to get to know you more and not just as Elizabeth’s walking research paper. I want to know you more personally and,” she shrugged, ”maybe if you want, you can get to know me too.”

“Personally?” William croaked. “Are you sure?”

“Only if you want to, do you?” Buffy leaned forward and she placed her hand on his. “I do.”

“You do?” He opened his mouth in shock. “Really?”

“William, you’re not answering my question,” she teased, threading her fingers with his.

“I-I—yes. Yes. Very much so.” He swallowed, nodding.

“You aren’t going to pass out are you? You look woozy and as white as a sheet. Do you need to lie down? Take deep breaths.”

“Buffy…I’ve never…”

“Are you going to kill yourself every time something new happens to you?” Buffy asked with a laugh. “Or do you think you’ll weasel your way into some CPR-type kissage?”

“What? Buffy, I’m not sure of what you’re speaking of…”

“Because if you wanted…kissage—a kiss, all you have to do is ask. I can be very reasonable like that, you know.”

William looked down and Buffy ran her hands over his burning cheeks. She pressed her mouth to the side of his face and then to his lips, kissing him lightly. She pulled back and smiled, seeing that William froze with his lips slightly parted and his eyes closed tight.

“William, you ok?”

“I-I’m—thank you, Buffy.”

“You’re welcome.”
***

“You slept in today.” Buffy sat next to Elizabeth and sighed, still buzzing from being with William. He was in the shower and she couldn’t wait for him to come out of the bathroom.

“Yes, I needed it,” Elizabeth answered. “I think things with William aren’t as horrible as I first assumed. It just makes Spike the vampire more complex to know that he was once a harmless, pitiful human. Even a poet.” Elizabeth snorted into her coffee. “William the Bloody Awful Poet.”

Buffy frowned. “He’s not pitiful and there’s nothing wrong with him being a poet. And we’ve never read any of his stuff. People who weren’t his friends called him that. People, they can be cruel you know.”

“You’re very smitten with William. Now that’s poetic: a slayer falling for a human that will eventually become a vampire and try to murder her--.”

“That’s poetic? It sounds like old news to me or a bad rerun,” Buffy snapped. “I’ve had people I love turn on me and it sucked. And for so many reasons what’s going on with William and me will not end up the same way. Besides, William wants to go home and I think you need to find a way to send him back. His mother is sick and it’s not right to keep him here. What else can you ask him? I can already tell you everyone on his family tree from memory--.”

“His mother’s ill? I should ask him about it…” Elizabeth thought out loud and Buffy glared at her.

“You’re terrible.”

“No, I’m good at what I do. The Council wants a thorough study on Spike and that’s what they’re going to get and it’ll blow them away. I want every detail of his life recorded.”

Not knowing what to say, Buffy stood and she walked back into her room, disgusted.
***

Buffy yawned before glancing at the clock.

Damn, these interrogations are getting boring. I want to know about him but not like this. If we could get out of here, that would be great. I’d love to have a real conversation with him.

“Elizabeth?”

“Yes,” she answered, annoyed that Buffy had interrupted.

“I think William needs a break and some fresh air. Don’t you, William?”

“I’ve been talking for quite a long time,” he nodded in agreement.

“But…” Elizabeth frowned and she thought quickly for an excuse. “You shouldn’t run about the island. What about Drusilla?”

“What about her? It’s noon, the sun it at it’s highest. I’ll take a stake. Come on William, let’s go. We’ll be back in an hour.”
***

“I live with my mom. My dad left my mom a few years ago and they were divorced.” Buffy explained as they were walking along the beach hand-in-hand. “I go to high school in Sunnydale, California and I have a great group of friends. They help me with all my Slayer duties. I love them. There’s Xander, who’s great, very funny. And Willow, who I think you’d like. She’s really smart and she can be shy sometimes too. Giles is like my father figure. He’s my Watcher, he’s like Elizabeth but a lot nicer and not with a stick up his ass.”

“I’ve never heard girls talk like you do. Especially when no alcohol is involved.”

“Do you not like the way I talk?” Buffy asked curiously. “Can you understand everything?”

“Mostly. The way you talk is fascinating. It’s just very unique.”

“As long as that’s a good unique, I won’t get offended. Let’s sit.” Buffy pulled him down and they sat on the sand. “Have you ever seen a view like this?” She scooted closer to his side and she stared ahead at the sunlight shining on the water. “It’s beautiful.”

“It isn’t nearly as beautiful as you are.”

Buffy grinned and she rested her head on his shoulder. “Tell me about the other girl.”

“Who? Why?”

“Because I’m curious. I’m guessing that you liked her and I want to know if I’m right. For her not to snatch you up she must have been either stupid or blind. Maybe both.”

“She wasn’t. She was perfect. I thought I loved her. I thought she felt the same way. She’d talk to me and none of the others would. But she turned out being just as bad as the others. Worse.”

“Hey, I don’t want to upset you, you can stop. I’ve heard enough,” Buffy said, detecting pain in his voice.

“No, it’s alright. I wrote poems about her and how I felt about her. She was embarrassed and she said that she didn’t appreciate me writing about her. It’s understandable but I couldn’t help it. She was my muse, my inspiration.”

“But she isn’t anymore?”

“She said some things to me that I’ll never forget. I can’t believe I loved her. She’s such an ugly person. She proved to be nothing like I imagined her to be.”

“There’s something wrong with that girl. I know it.”

“Do you…is someone waiting for you at home, Buffy?”

“He’s waiting but he’ll be disappointed when I get back. We had a fight before I left for Brazil. We just got to the point where we couldn’t be around each other anymore. I knew I had to end it.”

“How long were you together?”

“About two years and there was constant drama. Everyday we had to face the end of the world and it really put a strain on our relationship.”

“Have you seen a number of, um, demons and evil beings? That must be very dangerous.”

Buffy grinned, happy to change the subject. “I’ve seen my share of uglies but I can take care of myself.”

“I still can’t believe how you broke that door.”

“Oh, you haven’t seen nothin’ yet.”

“If we are enemies, and since you’re the Slayer, why didn’t you kill me? You must’ve tried.”

“I did, but something always went wrong.”

“Am I really that different from Spike?”

“Well,” Buffy paused, taking her head off of his shoulder. She hooked their arms together. “Spike talks way different. He calls people by nicknames: pet and love. He uses tons of slang, some words-I have no idea what they mean. He loves to think of himself as a bad, rude man and he brags all the time and he’s so annoying--.”

“He’s nothing like me.” William decided.

“You both eat a lot,” Buffy offered. “But you need to remember that I’ve only seen one side of him. He could act really different around people he doesn’t hate so much, like Drusilla.”

“I don’t think I could possibly hate you, Buffy. Can you finally tell me about this Drusilla?”

“I…I don’t know especially since you haven’t met her yet. I could say something that could mess up everything, future-wise, you know?”

“I understand,” William said, not hiding his disappointment well.

“Wait,” Buffy shifted so she could see him better. “Ok, I’m going to tell because I think you need to know, ok? Sure you may have not been a hit with the human girls back in the day, but… I heard that Drusilla was after you from the moment she first saw you. What year is it back home?”

“1880.”

“That’s the year.” Buffy mumbled, feeling jealous. “You’ll meet her and you’ll stay with her for many years, William. In fact in Elizabeth’s books, Spike and Dru are like the vampire super couple.”

“She’s a v-vampire?”

“She makes you into one too.” She touched his hand. “I don’t want you to be afraid of her or anything when you go back because if you don’t become a vampire... I don’t know what will happen. But I do know that Spike is one happy guy and that he enjoys his unlife.”

“She kills me?”

“Yeah.” She searched his eyes and forced a smile. “I hate to say it but it’s kinda not a bad thing. Because if you don’t become a vampire, you’ll never meet Drusilla and she’s the love of Spike’s life and you’ll also never meet…”

“You?”

“Not that meeting me is a highlight in your life but I know I’d be disappointed to never meet Spike. No matter how much of a pain he is. He helped me save the world once. He’s been the subject of some of my most famous jokes.” She smiled, running her fingers through the side of his hair. “I love the hair, for example, it just begs for me to think up new and improved dumb blonde jokes.”

“Buffy…”

“Yeah?” She played with the soft skin behind his ear.

William leaned into her touch, “Can you kiss me again?”

Buffy grinned at his straightforward question and his pleading eyes. “I’d love to. I’m just going to move a little closer, ok? If I make you uncomfortable just tell me.”

She scooted onto his lap and William eyes bugged out. She wrapped her arms around him and asked, “This ok?”

“Yes,” he answered in a low voice. Soon he rested his hands on her lower back. “You make me so happy Buffy. I never thought I’d meet someone like you,” he whispered into her hair.

“You make me happy too.” Tilting her head up, she kissed the corner of his mouth. She then kissed him again, gently sucking on his upper lip. “William…”

“I don’t know what to do. I’ve nev--.”

“Don’t say it. Just do what you want. I want you to learn on your own. Experiment, you can’t do anything wrong, I promise.”

“O-ok.” He moved his hands to cup the back of her head and he pulled her in for a slow and careful kiss. When he experimentally slid his tongue in her mouth, Buffy moaned and William grew more confident. He took his time; insistent on exploring everything she was offering him.

“Yum.” Buffy whimpered, snuggling into William’s body. Her heart was beating dangerously fast. Her body was buzzing and the area between her legs was burning.

“What?” William laughed. He pulled his mouth away and Buffy whined.

“You taste good. You kiss good. Need more. Now please.”

“Oh,” William made a goofy smile as Buffy reached for him again.
***

Chapter 5

“William…we…need…to…stop…” Buffy gasped for air between endless kisses. They had made it to the front door of the lodge but neither of them wanted to go inside too soon. “Don’t want to, but we need to.” She put her hands on his chest and she gently pushed him back.

“But Buffy--.” William pleaded.

Buffy gave him another quick kiss on the lips before keeping her distance. She began smoothing his ruffled hair and she wiped the sparkling lip-gloss that was smudged on his face and neck. “I ravished you good, didn’t I? How do I look?”

“Equally ravished. Beautiful.”

“You always say the nicest things. Suck up,” she teased before taking his hand and dragging him inside.

“You took a very long break.” Elizabeth said as soon as the couple reached the living room.

“We lost track of the time,” Buffy replied truthfully. “You should go out there Elizabeth. Have some fun, let your hair down for just one night.”

“Do you and William want to be alone?”

“It’d be nice but we don’t want to get rid of you. You just seem to be all research and no play.”

“That’s because I’m here to research--.”

“But to research, you must eat. I saw a cute restaurant that I know you’d love. They have those drinks with the little umbrellas, you know the kind of drinks I saw you slip when you thought I was asleep on the plane.”

“Well,” Elizabeth blushed. “I guess I could take a night off. We have collected a lot today and you do seem rather desperate to have William all to yourself.”

Buffy squeezed William’s hand. “What can I say? I guess I’m smitten after all.”
***

As soon as Elizabeth left, Buffy sat William down and she showed him how to order their dinner. “Pick out whatever for the both of us and then I want you to change into the best clothes you have.”

“What are you going to do?” William looked disappointed as Buffy turned and headed to her room.

“Change.”

“For what?”

“Our date.”
***

“So, what do you think? Fun?” After eating Buffy dragged William into the living room.

“Yes, I’m having a good time.”

“Good. Sometimes I forget how a date should be, you know? It’s nice not to take a romantic stroll through a graveyard or bandage up each other’s sexy wounds... So, do you know how to dance?” Buffy asked as she pressed play on the little stereo that she had taken from Elizabeth’s room.

“No.”

“I’ll teach you.” She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “The secret to slow dancing is: it’s all about the holding and the swaying.” She pushed her full body against his and began moving leisurely to the music.

“You can touch me,” she whispered, noticing that he was in a dazed state with his arms at his sides. “I want you to.”

William croaked something Buffy couldn’t quite understand and then he put his hands on her hips.

“Please, please don’t pass out on me, William.” She nuzzled under his chin. “You don’t have to be nervous,” she whispered, pressing soft kisses into his neck and under his jaw. William groaned weakly, gaining the courage to touch her bare back. Buffy knew it was the sundress that she was wearing that had made him shy again.

And he could be embarrassed, Buffy thought suddenly, feeling the bulge in his pants poke her stomach.

“Buffy, I think I should…”

“Kiss me, please? Please William?” She begged, pushing herself even closer to him. She rubbed him up and down and then flashed him an innocent smile, as if she were clueless to what she was doing do him.

William then surprised her, kissing her harder than he had earlier on the beach. It made Buffy whimper and automatically respond, pulling his head closer and threading one of her hands in his hair. With the other hand, she searched for his and she entwined their trembling fingers.

“Oh…oh…” he moaned, breathless between bruising kisses. “Oh, Buffy.”

“I know.” Buffy nodded, unable to get enough of him. She wanted to taste more of him, feel more of him and see more of him.
I just want him. I know everything’s moving quickly but it feels so right, so good.

“Buffy, I-I need to breathe.” William gasped, ripping his mouth away. He rested his forehead against hers as he panted. “This may sound crazy but—please don’t get upset or runaway…I think I love you, Buffy.”

“You…oooh,” Buffy cooed, pleasure filling her body and her heart as he pulled her in for a tight hug. “I’m not going anywhere,” she told him softly.

“You aren’t insulted? Repulsed? Nauseated?”

“No!”

“I’m so—thank God,” he laughed, flashing her a thankful grin. “I thought you’d be appalled and tell me I was crazy to feel so strongly so quickly.”

“William, you’re so…” She sighed, stroking the side of his face with her thumb. “God, I feel the same way.”

“You do?” William tilted his head and he looked at her in disbelief.

“Yeah, there must be something in the water here, I mean, because at home this would never happen, there’d weeks of angst and drama--.”

“Oh, come on. Say it. Say the words, Buffy.”

“I…I love you too, William.” She shrugged, nervously and she opened her mouth to make another joke.

William cut her off, attacking her with kisses. They both stumbled back until William lifted her off her feet with a grunt.

“What? William?” Buffy giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Don’t know, it just felt like the right thing to do at the moment.” He smiled up at her, taking his nose from where it had been in her cleavage.

“Ok, Mr. Innocent, let’s go that way. Carry me into my room.”
***

“Now what?”

“I don’t know; you’re the one that decided you should carry me around.” Buffy laughed and she tugged on a handful of his hair. “Put me on the bed, please.”

William did as he was told and then he sat next to her. “I still can’t believe this is happening.”

“I know.” Buffy fell back on the bed with her feet dangling off the edge of the bed. She smiled when William did the same. “Now it’s my turn to say it, I’ve never felt this way before,” she said, finding his hand and holding it as they stared at the ceiling. “It’s going to be hell letting you go home.”

“But that won’t happen for weeks.”

“But it’s still going to happen.” Sighing, Buffy turned on her side and curled her body against his. “You’re not the only one who’s falling hard and fast. There’s a part of me that wants to push you away, the part of me that knows when you leave, it’s going to break my heart.”

“Buffy,” William said, reaching for her but she resisted.

“But then there’s also this louder and hornier part of me that wants to enjoy every moment that we have.” Tucking her hair behind her ears, Buffy leaned over and she kissed him sweetly on the lips. “Which part should I listen to, William?” she asked, her mouth so close to his that their lips brushed as she spoke.

“I prefer the second option, I believe.”

“Me too.” With a sigh, Buffy situated herself so she could rest her head on his chest. “But what about your mom? I’ll feel selfish if you stay the whole month.”

“Has Elizabeth told you that there’s a way for me to go back sooner?”

“No, but--.”

“Ask her again and if there isn’t a way for me to return, I’ll stay--.”

“But--.”

“I’ve waited all my life to be just noticed by someone and now that I’ve found the love I’ve been writing about and hoping for there’s no way I’m leaving you willingly.”

She blinked, William’s words sending trails of warmth through her body. “Oh, my, God. I…you’re so…can you hold me, William?”

Buffy smiled, content, as William wrapped his arms around her.
***

Buffy woke up later once she heard the sound of Elizabeth returning to the lodge. Careful not to wake William, Buffy left him snoring lightly on her bed.

“How was the night off?”

“Good, I had a good time. You?”

“Yeah.”

“You must’ve, I see that William is no longer sleeping on the couch.”

“Well, he—no, he’s going to be sleeping in my room until he goes back,” Buffy decided suddenly.

“Alright, but when the month comes to a close you may want to put him back on the couch, I’d hate for you to wake up with Spike in your bed,” Elizabeth replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, yeah. Elizabeth, did you look for a way to send him back early? Is it possible?”

“I did and it can’t be done. The spell must wear off.”

“So we have a little more than three weeks right? Maybe four?” Buffy keep her face emotionless but she felt like jumping for joy.

“That sounds about right and if you’re interested, I’ll be compiling my research for the next few days.”

“Ok…um, what does that mean exactly?”

“I’ll be typing in my bedroom and William will be free to do whatever he pleases.”

“Oooh. Well. I. Should…” She said the words quickly, taking breaths in between, trying to control her excitement as she pointed towards her bedroom. “Bye!”

Elizabeth shook her head, watching as Buffy ran back to William. “Take care of him, I may need him for more questions later!”
***

Buffy ran her finger over his eyebrows and down the slope of his nose. She was outlining the curves of his lips when he woke up.

“Buffy?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it morning?”

“Nope, would you like to get under the covers with me?” Buffy crawled to the top of the bed and when she was comfortable; she patted the space next to her.

William sat up and he scratched his head, “Are you sure?”

“Only if you take off your shoes before you get in.” She chuckled as William looked down as if he had forgotten that he wasn’t barefoot. “And if you take off your shirt. You’ll be more comfortable without it.”

“Is that right?” William eyed Buffy suspiciously as she grinned, batting her eyes. “And is what you’re wearing under there more comfortable too?” He noticed that the dress she had been wearing earlier was tossed in the corner of the room.

“You’ll just have to come over here and see for yourself.” Buffy teased, watching as he slipped off his shoes. She held her breath as he started to pull his shirt over his head.

And girls dump this guy? They cheat on him and run away…they’re idiots.

She put her hand to her mouth causally, making sure she wasn’t drooling. “God, you’re handsome.”

“You think so?” William looked down and a blush coloring his cheeks. “I don’t usually look like this. My hair…” He pointed to his head as he got into the bed. “It used to have some color to it.”

“Brown?”

William nodded, “In fact, I wasn’t this pale either.”

“That’s what happens when you stay out of the sun for a hundred years, you get pasty.” Buffy watched as he rolled to face her, pulling the bedclothes high around his neck.

“A hundred years without ever seeing the sun…? I can’t even imagine that.”

“I know; you can’t do things that normal people can do. Like, uh, going to the zoo or on a picnic, that kinda stuff. I guess you won’t miss out on much.”

Making a face, she reached for the lamp next to the bed and the blankets fell from her shoulders, exposing her nightgown to William. As she turned out the light, she heard William take a deep breath. She snuggled back into the covers and continued, “Maybe we should do more outdoorsy stuff for the next few days. Elizabeth’s giving you some time off.”

“Oh?”

“She’s starting to write. I asked about you going home and she said it can’t happen. I guess you’ll be sticking around for a while. Until the spell dies off.”

“I’m glad.”

“Me too.” She looked ahead blindly, wishing the room wasn’t so dark. “William?” she asked after several minutes of silence.

“Yes, Buffy?”

“Would you mind moving closer? I was so comfortable before—but I understand if you don’t…” Buffy stopped; William was already making his way to the middle of the bed.

“Hey that was easy,” she laughed. In his arms, her heart beat faster. Pillowing her head on his chest, she realized that William’s heart was racing too.

“You know, I’m new to this. I’ve never had a real boy in my bed before. It’s very nice. Very cozy.” She ran a hand down his upper body and kissed his collarbone.

“I love you.”

“I was thinking the same thing.” She draped her leg possessively over his body. Then she felt him kiss her hair.

“We should go to sleep,” Buffy said, sighing as he moved to kiss her temple and then her forehead. “Because…ah, sleeping is important.”

“In a minute.” William promised before kissing her mouth.

“One minute.” She agreed, responding wholeheartedly to his kiss. “Ok, on second thought maybe I could spare an hour or two, how ‘bout you?”
***

Chapter 6

Buffy woke up with a smile on her face.

Oh this is nice.

She wiggled her body, moving as close to William as she could get. William was sleeping; she could feel his warm breath blowing against the side of her neck.

So this is what Angel was talking about. This is what I would’ve missed if I had stayed with him. Sure William’s barely a real boy but he’s the closet I’ve ever had to normal.

Buffy rolled, careful to keep William’s arm around her waist.

I’m really, really liking this kind of normal, Buffy thought as she checked on how soundly William was sleeping. She touched his face and poked him in the arm and stomach a few times but his breathing stayed constant.

“Goodie,” Buffy whispered. “Now let’s see what we’ve got here.” She gently moved his arm from where it was circled around her. Taking a deep breath, she pulled up the covers and she peeked at his body.

God, he’s perfect. Move over Gavin Rossdale and bye, bye Christian Slater; my heart so belongs to another… Gorgeous. I just want to kiss him from head to toe.

Buffy’s eyes took their time, looking him over and examining his muscular frame.

Yum. And of course I’d have to spend extra time in the middle.

Buffy involuntarily made a noise that was between a sob and a whimper as her eyes focused at the front of his tight jeans.

“Buffy?”

She gasped, dropping the blankets. “William…um, good morning!”

“What were you doing down there, love?”

“I, uh—wait, love?”

“Do you mind if I call you that? It’s just a term of endearment I’ve always wanted to use…for someone special.”

“Terms of endearment are good. Sweet.” Buffy put a hand to her face, attempting to cool her burning cheeks. She tried to relax when William wrapped his arm around her again.

“It’s aright, Buffy.” He whispered in her ear causing goose bumps to breakout all over her body. “I look at you when I shouldn’t, where I shouldn’t and I can’t help myself. It pleases me to know that you’re interested in me…in that way.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about—oh, yes I do! I can’t lie to you, William. I’m really, really interested in you, in that way but I feel like a perv. Last night you were freaking out about me seeing you without a shirt on and now I sneak around to take a glimpse of your, eh, man parts while you’re sleeping... Please don’t feel violated…I was just curious.” Buffy covered her eyes with her hands, “God, I’m such a perv!”

“Perv?” William said the word with a chuckle. “Man parts?”

“Perv is short for big, rotten, immoral pervert and um, man parts are…you know, man parts.”

“I see. Would you think less of me if I don’t judge you as a pervert? That’s too strong of a label for you, Buffy. Maybe you were intrigued?”

“Are you making fun of me, William?” Buffy spread her fingers to glare at his smirk. “You’re so being a Spike right now. I’m sitting here embarrassed and you’re making fun of me.”

“Buffy, I was only teasing--.”

“Hey, hey, me too.” She took her hands from her face and she turned to him. “You can laugh at me anytime, William. I laugh at me constantly.”

“So you aren’t embarrassed?”

“No, I am. A lot,” Buffy laughed. “I thought you were sleeping. I had no idea that you’d catch me.”

“I was sleeping until you lifted the covers. It let a draft in.”

“Ok, next time I have a hankering for your man parts, I’ll make sure to keep you warm.” She giggled again, her humiliation slowly lifting. “Thank you for being so cool about this,” she whispered before pressing her forehead against his and closing her eyes. “And by cool, I don’t mean as in temperature. I mean totally sweet and charming.” She explained before holding her hand along his jaw and placing soft kisses all over his face.
***

“We’re outtie!” Buffy announced, pulling William to the door.

“Wait!”

“But--.” Buffy froze and gave William a disappointed look before they walked into the kitchen where Elizabeth was eating breakfast.

“How long will you be “outtie”?” Elizabeth curled her fingers making quotation marks in the air.

“Ew. You see those things, William. Air quotes, majorly not cool.” Buffy commented before grabbing bacon off of Elizabeth’s plate. She broke it in the half, sharing with William. “Never do this,” Buffy wiggled and her fingers exaggeratedly clawing at the air. “Never, not in the past, present or future. Ok?”

William nodded, licking his lips. Buffy knew he was thinking about the last time she’d mentioned the word ‘cool’ and the lengthy make-out session that had followed. She winked at him and William responded by finding and holding her hand.

Awww, Buffy gushed silently.

“Buffy, I asked you a question,” Elizabeth said, batting Buffy’s free hand away as she reached for more of Elizabeth’s food. “And where will you be going? Do you know the number of the lodge? You should call a few times--.”

“I don’t know where we’re going. We don’t have plans.” Buffy said with a shrug. “We’ll stay on the island though. And the first stop will be getting some sunscreen. I’m thinking William will need SPF 2,000 or something. Can’t have Spike waking up with a tan, now can we?” Buffy giggled at the thought.

“William?”

He jumped, knocked out of his daze. He had been looking Buffy up and down. “Y-Yes, Elizabeth?”

“Make sure she brings you home and safely.”

“What makes you think I won’t bring him back?” Buffy asked, not sure if she should be offended.

“You still have the Council’s credit card and a new boyfriend. The possibilities of what could be running through your head, Buffy, are both endless and frightening.”

“Hey! I resent that—have you been talking to Giles or something?”
***

“I was retired and I show up on the first day of school and all hell had broken loose—and I mean literally too. There are dead people stuffed in lockers, all powerful vampires running around in the sewers and demons just about everywhere.”

“Hell? Literally?”

“Yup, Sunndydale or as Spike calls it: Sunnyhell, it’s right on top of the mouth of hell, so Sunnyhell makes a lot of sense. I’ve seen it all: fish people, bug people, mummy people…”

“Your retirement didn’t last.”

“No, about a week,” Buffy laughed. “But at least I can’t claim to have a boring life; evil is always up to something and I’ve noticed that evil really likes to strike on Tuesdays,” Buffy said thoughtfully.

“Documenting your life would take longer than two measly days.”

“I detect some grumpiness. Why?”

“My life is a bore. I read, I write and I sit and watch as the world passes me by.”

“I don’t think that sounds so bad.” Buffy laid out a beach towel on the sand. “I think there’s enough shade here to shield you from getting too toasty.” Buffy sat and she patted the towel. “Sit.”

“I’m sorry if I’m being too gloomy.”

“Don’t worry, I plan on cheering you up.” Buffy pulled out a bottle of sunscreen out of her bag. “Shirt off please.”

“But--.”

“No, buts. Look the other people are way over there. We have this whole area to ourselves. If some other girl comes by to slobber on you, I’ll run them off. Shirt,” Buffy tugged on his sleeve.

“Alright, alright.” William submitted but he smiled once Buffy sighed after he tossed his shirt aside.

“I don’t think you’re boring.” Buffy said, drawing a happy face on his back. William groaned once she started to spread the cold lotion. “I think you’ve heard my list of reasons why I think you’re awesome. Should I go over it again?” Buffy asked, whispering in his ear.

“I don’t care how many friends you have or don’t have. I don’t care what you do or don’t do on your free time.” She paused to kiss the top of his ear. “I just—we fit. Everything you do I find fascinating. To me you’re—I just can’t get enough, you know?”

“Yes.”

“We’re like Sonny and Cher, Nick and Jessica…Kermit and Miss Piggy.”

“Who? Those names are...”

“Crap, sorry, forgot the time gap.” Buffy confessed with a giggle. “Great, now I have to explain, mmm…we’re like opposites, we…balance each other out. Does that make sense?”

“Yes.”

“Well, aren’t you just a man of few words?” Buffy continued to massage his shoulders and upper body even though the sunscreen had already saturated into his skin. “Are you’re also very agreeable. I like that.”

“Buffy?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you come here, please?”

“O-ok,” Buffy walked on her knees until she was facing him. “Was I rubbing too hard? That happens sometimes, I forget about my superpowers--.”

“No, come closer.” William opened his arms and Buffy sat in his lap. “I need to see you, so I can kiss you.”

“Oooh,” Buffy cooed, feeling very comfortable and very safe huddled in his arms. She grinned widely and closed her eyes.

“Wait, what are you doing, love?”

“Eh?” Buffy opened one eye. “Waiting for my kiss. Don’t just laugh at me, gimme,” she demanded, her lips still puckered.
***

“William,” Buffy sung his name. “Where do you think that hand’s going, mister?” She kissed him again before he could respond. Putting her hand on his, she pushed him closer to her chest.

“My—my hand slipped.” William panted.

“Sure, whatever you say. Here.” She quickly reached under her shirt to unhook her bra. Hearing William gasp, she placed his hand on her stomach before he could say anything. “Touch me,” she said. Buffy looked into his eyes, giving him further permission. “Please?”

“B-Buffy?”

“William?” Buffy asked with a little grin on her face. “Do I need to show you what to d—ooh.” She gasped, feeling his fingertips brush against her nipple.

“You like that?” He asked with a proud smile on his face.

“Very much.” Buffy whimpered as he cupped and squeezed her breast.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured, pushing his lips against her forehead.

“Thanks, moisturizers have always been very important to me.” Quickly, Buffy started to unbutton her shirt.

“Wait, Buffy, I don’t think you should do that.” William closed his eyes as Buffy struggled to slip her bra off and keep her shirt on her shoulders. “We’re in public and--.”

“Open your eyes.”

“Buffy—I--.” William’s eyes flew open once Buffy’s hand slipped under the waistband of his pants.

“Now, there’s a good boy.” Buffy giggled, placing his hands to her bare chest.
***

“How was your day, William?”

“Mmmm…” William covered his mouth to politely conceal the food he was eating. “Nice.”

“Did you see any sights?”

A smile tugged on Buffy’s lips as William blushed. Dirty mind, she thought. “We went to the zoo,” Buffy answered, looking at Elizabeth as her she slipped off her shoes under the table. Her leg stretched across and her foot stroked William’s ankle.

“William, are you alright?”

“Yes, Elizabeth, I just…had a chill.”

“Oh,” Elizabeth gave him a sideways glance. “Did you like the zoo?”

“He liked the trolley ride the most. How many times did you make me take you on it?” Buffy asked sweetly, her foot resting on his thigh.

“Three.”

Buffy scooted down in her seat, putting her foot between his legs. “I liked the cat exhibit the most.”

Elizabeth nodded, reaching for her drink. “You’ll be in for the rest of the night?”

Buffy and William both nodded.

“And what are you doing tomorrow?”

“More sightseeing.” William responded before Buffy. He took a bite of his dinner and moaned, “This is very delicious food.”

“Agreed.” Buffy pressed her toes against William’s pending erection for the second time.
***

“What’s a trolley?”

“A car.”

“Oh, and that is?”

“You don’t have cars yet?”

“Apparently no.”

“Oh, well they’re motorized buggies that take people from place to place.”

“Will we ever go to the zoo?”

“If you want to, I wouldn’t mind. I’m sure we can find one on the island.”

“I’d like that. And Buffy, I didn’t feel comfortable lying to Elizabeth.”

“Sorry.”

“But I also wouldn’t have felt anymore comfortable telling her the truth.”

“Did you know when you blush, your ears turn pink?”

“Did you know when you blush, you glow?”

“You’re just saying that.” Buffy playfully hit William in the arm. “You’re just trying to weasel more compliments outta me but it’s not happening. Nope.” Buffy shook her head and crossed her arms.

“No, no, I mean it. I’m being honest here, love. Why on earth would I lie to you?”

“Because you just want to see my boobs again.”

William gasped and he held a hand to his chest. “I’d never!”

“That is the fruitiest thing I’ve ever seen anyone do! Ever!” Buffy laughed out loud.

“Fruity? Like an apple?”

Buffy held back her smile. “Slang. Someday you’ll understand. I promise. Until then, yes, William, I think you are an apple.”

“You aren’t going to explain it to me,” William frowned.

“Nope. I can only give so much,” Buffy replied with a wink.
***

“I’m sleepy,” Buffy announced, rising her head off of William’s shoulder.

“You’ve been sleeping for over two hours and you missed this program.” William pointed at the television. “I couldn’t comprehend what was said literally but from their facial expressions and body language I found the story very moving.”

“Moving? Did you cry?”

“Bah, I wouldn’t cry at something shown on a box.”

“Don’t diss the TV, William. I know for a fact that Spike has a very meaningful relationship with his.” Buffy pulled on William’s arm. “Let’s go to bed.”

“I’m sleeping with you again?”

“Hell, ya.”
***

“This could be a dumb question but do you remember what time it was when you showed up?”

“I have no idea.” William pulled Buffy onto his chest and he tugged the blankets to her neck.

“I’m trying to figure out the days we have left,” Buffy explained quietly. “You came on the second and it now the fifth, almost sixth. That means we have…” Buffy counted on her fingers. “What’s seventeen plus fifteen minus four?”

“Twenty eight.”

“Oh, that’s not bad…I guess. Could be worse.”

“Don’t think about it, love.” William hugged Buffy tightly.

“Ok, but I want you to know when I’m saying ok, I’m lying. I’m just trying to be agreeable.”

“I understand.”

“You do and it’s strange. You get a lot for a guy from the olden days.”

“I understand you, Buffy.”

“Mmmm,” Buffy nodded, “That’s strange too, because William, I’m one strange cookie.”

“Cookie, eh?”

“Sorry another name involving food,” Buffy said while yawning. She blinked a few times, her eyes watering. “Long day. Need beauty sleep.” She tilted her head up searching for William’s lips. “Goodnight.”

“Night, love.”
***

Chapter 7

“These fish are very colorful.” William inched closer to the aquarium, a blue cast lighting his face. “I’ve never seen anything like them.”

Buffy watched, wondering if William would press his nose up to the glass. They’d been in the aquarium for over an hour and it was the first and only exhibit they’d seen after stepping foot in the zoo. Buffy tagged along, holding his hand and listening as William read all the information that was posted on every wall and under every fish tank.

“You’re like a little sponge, William, soaking up all the fishy knowledge.”

“These signs are very educational.” William turned to give Buffy a grin. “I’m taking too long, I’m sorry. It’s a brilliant concept: mixing biology and entertainment, beautiful creatures with facts and figures. Brilliant.”

Buffy said nothing, pressing against his side as he brought her to a new display.

“Look at that one, look at its fins as it glides in the water. Everything looks softer, more delicate under water.”

“And they called you a bad poet,” Buffy shook her head, upset with people who were long gone. “Just hearing you talk makes it impossible for me to see you as a bloody awful poet. The way you see things, it’s special.”

“I know you mean well and your compliments mean the world to me however…you shouldn’t come to any conclusions until you read my work, Buffy. I always had good intentions behind my poetry, but for some reason what ended up on paper wasn’t anything like what I was trying to say, what I was feeling in my heart.” William sighed and Buffy thought she saw tears gathering in his eyes.

“William,” Buffy said his name, her voice warm with emotion. She kissed his shoulder and squeezed his hand. “Tell me about the blue fish, I like that one the most. It’s such a pretty color. Kinda like the color of your eyes.”

“I…I can do that.” William cleared his throat and he continued to read.
***

“Those are disgusting.”

“Not a fan of reptiles, love?”

“Nope,” Buffy said, wrinkling her nose. She pulled William aside in the darkroom, whispering, “Last year, my school’s swim team was turned into these reptile-like things. It was totally disgusting. I tried to save the team, but the coach was behind it all and he even threw me into a tank with the frog guys.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing good. Nothing that makes me want to look at lizards or snakes—speaking of snakes, I could tell you other stories about snakes, all equally bad.”

“Right. No reptiles.” William chuckled as Buffy drug him back outside. “Now where?”

“Well,” Buffy squinted looking at the zoo map. “We’ve seen lions and tigers and bears and you’ve screamed, ‘Oh my’ a few times…” Buffy paused to giggle, but she stopped when William gave her an amused, but blank look. “Moving on… ew, hyenas. We need to skip those too.”

“Why?” William stared off into the distance, trying to remember if he was familiar with the animal. “More bad memories?”

“The joy of being a Slayer. Ok, I told you about Xander, well, he kinda became possessed by an evil hyena…” Buffy continued as they walked through the zoo.
***

“I bought this for you.” Buffy handed William a stuffed animal. “I don’t know about other people, but whenever I’d go to the zoo with my mom, she’d buy me a stuffed animal and since there weren’t any stuffed fish, I went for the next best thing.”

“What is it?”

“What do you mean, what is it?” Buffy took the toy from him and she stared at it. “Can’t you recognize a ground hog when you see one?”

“A ground hog? This is the next best thing?” he asked, not hiding his smile very well.

“Yeah, it was a nice, small and quiet animal. Every animal that was bigger than you made you squeamish. And anything that made any kind of noise made you hide behind me--.”

“I did not hide!”

“You did and don’t deny it.”

“I—I didn’t--.” William stopped. “Maybe I did…but you had me panicking! All those stories about demonic, soul-possessing animals… You made me nervous!” He took the stuffed animal back and he petted it. “I like this, thank you, Buffy.”

Buffy felt her insides melt, watching as he pouted. “I really didn’t want to make you nervous. I just wanted to share some of my stories…my life is so messed up.” She pressed against him, squishing the ground hog between them.

“It’s alright. I don’t mind…in hindsight and away from all those ferocious beasts, I’m very pleased to learn more about you.” William wrapped an arm around Buffy, pulling her closer. “Besides, I was fully aware if something were to go wrong, you’d protect me.”

“That’s right.”

“Are we going back now?” he asked, pressing his lips to her cheek.

She nodded, humming, a little smile on her face. “Yeah and I think we’re gonna call it an early night.”

“Oh?”

“Do you know how good we’ve been today? We got through the whole zoo without any kisses or naughty touching. We deserve a prize.”

“But you did kiss my shoulder…”

“That was merely a peck, William. I’m going through withdrawals here. How about you?”

“I want to kiss you right now. I’ve wanted to kiss you all day.”

“Mmmm,” Buffy hummed again. She stood on her tiptoes to teasingly brush her lips against his. “We have to be strong…we need to wait.”

“How long?”

“Until we go home. Can you manage that?”

“Maybe. Do you know a shortcut or a way to get back faster?”
***

Buffy pulled William past Elizabeth and into the bedroom. Once the door was closed, she was on him and hungrily searching for his mouth.

“Ow,” William grunted.

“Sorry.” Buffy cupped the back of his head with her hands so he wouldn’t get knocked into the door again.

“No harm done.”

“I love you.”

“Thank you,” William said, his voice muffled by Buffy’s relentless lips. “I love you too, Buffy.”

Buffy gasped as she was suddenly lifted in the air. “God, I love when you do that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Buffy kissed the top of his head repeatedly, smacking her lips. “But let’s go on the bed so you don’t get knocked out.”

“Buffy, would you mind doing what you did before?” William asked minutes later.

“What do you mean?”

William ran his hand up and down Buffy’s back. “Can you…take this off? Like before?”

With a smile, Buffy nudged him onto his back and she straddled his hips with her knees. “I’m glad you asked.” Her hands moved fast behind her and under her shirt, unhooking the clasp of her bra. She pulled off her bra and top in one graceful movement over the head that made William gasp in response. “God,” Buffy’s heart skipped a beat after seeing how he looked at her. “You’re so…perfect.”

“Isn’t…” William stopped to groan as Buffy worked on the hem of his shirt. She had it moving up at a steady pace and placed kisses on every inch of exposed skin. “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”

“If you want to. Raise up your arms for me and lift your head, baby.”

William did as he was told, a silly grin on his face. Buffy had realized quickly that he made the same face every time she called him a nickname or when he felt exceptionally loved. Buffy made a point to go to any lengths to see the expression over and over again. With his shirt off, Buffy pressed against his chest, running her fingers through his hair.

William rolled them, possessively shielding her nakedness and tangling their clothed legs. “I’m so honored to be here.” Kissing her neck, his hand stroked her breast. “I’m so glad I met you. Everything about you is extraordinary.”

“William,” Buffy managed to say his name, her voice dripping in emotion and lust while applying her own round of kisses to anywhere her greedy lips could reach. Arching her back, Buffy begged for him to touch her more. “Now it’s my turn to ask,” her fingers hooked on his belt loops and she tugged gently, “Can I?”

She looked at him with pleading eyes, her heart racing in anticipation. “I just want you to feel good…maybe I can help you relieve some,” she ran her finger down the bulge in his jeans, “Pressure?”

William swallowed, eyes glued on her hands as she stroked him through his jeans. “You want to…” he croaked, his voice threatening to give out.

“Very much, William.” She worked on the button of his jeans, but her shaking fingers were not cooperating. “Damn, this is worse than Christmas. Let’s get your shoes off first.”

Buffy crawled to the end of the bed, putting his feet in her lap. She took a deep breath, trying to settle down as she took her time untying the laces on his Doc Marten boots.

“Buffy?” William said her name and she held up her hand to quiet him.

“Shhh. I’m nervous.” She reached under his pant leg, sliding off his sock. “You have very attractive feet.” Moving her attention to his other boot, Buffy giggled when his toes wiggled against her chest. “Stop that, William. I’ll develop a foot fetish or something.” She laughed again as he brushed against her nipple with his big toe. “You’re such a pain…” she joked, kissing the tops of his feet. “Thank you.”

“I love you, Buffy,” he said, returning her whisper. His smile grew as she made her way up the bed again.

Buffy touched his face affectionately, “I’m going to try again, ‘k? Feel free to brush my hands away at any time.” She unbuttoned the clasp on his pants. Closing her eyes, she slowly unzipped his jeans.
***

“Are you going to open your eyes?”

“Yup. In a minute.”

“Alright.”

“Oh, don’t sound hurt. Feel my heart,” Buffy pleaded. “Please, don’t feel bad. I can’t wait, but I think if I had a heart attack, it could ruin the mood.”

“Buffy, maybe we should…”

“No, no.” Buffy scooted up, reaching for him blindly. She buried her head in his neck. “I—I just want things to be special. Everything. For you. It wasn’t for me.” Taking a deep breath, she leaned against him, allowing his erection to curl against her stomach. “I loved the guy…my first, but when it got to the sex stuff, things went to hell.”

“Literally?” He whimpered once her hand circled around his cock.

“Of course, that’s how my life is: every thing, every one, goes to hell. Literally.”

“I don’t imagine that I’ll be going there…” William said softly.

“No, you won’t because you’re good, William. So good and sweet.” She lazily began running her fingers up and down the length of him, exploring and enjoying the feel of him.

“Buffy,” he panted, looking at her with awe shining in his eyes.

“Feel good?” Buffy laughed as he nodded frantically. She kissed him passionately on the lips, her hands constantly moving. Knowing he was about to burst, Buffy glanced down, finally taking a good look at him. “God, William, you’re so pretty.” Buffy rested the top of her head against his chest, watching until he came. He gasped, whimpered, and then sighed.
***

“That was amazing.” William kissed her once. “Incredible.” He kissed her again. “Unbelievable.” The third kiss was longer and slower.

“Now William, tell me how you really feel.” Buffy laughed, reaching for a tissue from the night table. She wiped her stomach clean and playfully blotted his semi-hard cock. “I’m so glad you liked it.”

“What—what about you?”

“What about me?” Buffy asked innocently, snuggling against him and using his upper arm as a pillow.

“Well, ah…” William blushed. “You know what I mean.”

“I’m going to sit this round out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yup, but believe me, it’s a hard decision to make. I’m practically sitting in a puddle right now. It’s for the best.”

“Why? Do…do you not think I can please you?”

“William, honey?”

“Yes, Buffy?”

She sighed, running her fingers through his hair. “I don’t know where to begin...”

“It’s alright, I understand perfectly.” William started to pull his pants up from around his ankles.

“No, no, no.” Buffy panicked. “Don’t do that. You don’t understand. Don’t—don’t—no pants William!” She scrambled to bat his hands away. “You can put your hands here,” she put them on her breasts and held them there.

“Buffy,” he fought back a grin. “You’re crazy, love.”

“I am. I’ve got you naked and you’re staying that way, mister. Buffy has spoken. Now, be a good boy and kick your pants on the floor.” She demanded, sitting on his lap.

“I—this is ridiculous.” William tried to move his hands, but Buffy wouldn’t let him.

“Stop giggling at me and let me explain, William.”

“Ok, I’ll behave.” William used his feet to push his pants away. “Instead of being like this, can I hold you?”

Buffy’s heart swelled at his question. “You’re really not making my underwear anymore comfortable.” She let his hands go and dove into his arms. “We should pull down the sheets. You have goose bumps.”

“After you explain.”

She sighed and looked up at him. “I have no doubt that you’re going to be a pro at…pleasuring me. See? You’re making me blush now. I just want to hold off until we can get to a store and buy some condoms. And please, please, please, William, just nod and don’t ask what a condom is, you’ll find out soon enough. Because if I have to explain, it’ll be bad, very embarrassing and it may involve mentioning of storks and lewd hand motions…we don’t need that.” Buffy leaned her forehead against his chin, “I want you so bad and I’d love to see just how talented you are, but I’m so afraid that if my pants come off—there’ll be no going back. I won’t be able to…I won’t want to. So, do you understand now?”

“I believe so.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“Are you disappointed? I don’t want you to feel like you received nothing in return, Buffy.”

“Oh, I received.” Buffy pulled back, smiling mischievously. “I received a lot. I enjoyed everything. Seeing your face and knowing I was making you feel like that… See, William?” She pointed at her smile, “This is my proud face. Knowing that I have that affect on you—wow.”

“Wow?”

“Wow. There’s no other word.”

“I misunderstood?”

“Completely.”

“I’m glad to hear it. But Buffy…there’s no way we could go to the store now? We haven’t eaten yet and I could hear your stomach growling… Maybe get can get whatever you need on the way back from finding something to eat?”

“William, you’re so…” She cooed, trying to think of the perfect word as she kissed him. “Have I mentioned how much I love you? That’s a very, very, very good idea.”
***

Chapter 8

“Do you sneak out of your home a lot?” William stumbled as Buffy tried to help him through the open window.

“A lot,” Buffy whispered, a grin on her face. “But usually it’s later at night and I’m off to protect the world from the forces of darkness. Never thought I’d be sneaking out at barely seven o’clock…”

“We have to protect ourselves from the darkness that is Elizabeth.”

Buffy tried not to laugh out loud, amused by his joke. “Because if she had either one of us cornered and if she asked why we were going out…”

“I’d say to get something to eat and then she’d pester me until…”

“You’d scream, ‘Condoms,’ not having a clue what they are and blushing the entire time.” Once William was safely on the ground, Buffy closed the window and she grabbed his hand. “It’s good we avoided that.”

“Yes, very.” William laughed softly as they walked. “But you will tell me, right?”

Buffy nodded, “I’m just trying to remember every word of my sex education classes from school.”

“They teach…that in schools?” William asked, terrified.

“Not how you’re imagining it. Yesh, for being my sweet and bashful William, you sure have a dirty mind. It’s very boring; a week of learning about diseases and seeing pictures of the diseases. Ew. It’s like scarring kiddies into keep their pants on. And it worked for a lot of them too. I heard the boys had a stricter and more-graphic lecture, because you know boys,” Buffy nudged him, winking. “Anyway, they came out of that room scared to death and signing their sex lives away to abstinence—but of course that lasted until all the diseasey pictures in their minds were replaced with pictures of um…other things.”

“It’s remarkable how a woman’s body can affect a man,” William said, knowing exactly what Buffy was talking about. “We become bewitched…obsessed. It’s a delightful feeling, love.”

“Oh, you speaking from experience?” Buffy teased. “You haven’t seen nothin’ yet.”

“Looks like I have something to look towards.”

Buffy noticed only a faint blush touching his cheeks, “We both do. Let’s sit, so when I turn into, Buffy the Sexpert, I won’t have to catch you when you pass out.”

“Sexpert? Is that a word?”

“I just made it up,” Buffy smiled proudly, ushering him to a bench. “Expert. Sexpert. Ah? Genius, right?”

“Of course,” William chuckled as they sat and as Buffy snuggled into his side.

“Ok, William, lean your head over here.” She reached for him and pressed her lips into his neck before she starting whispering.

“Here’s my disclaimer: I’ve never actually had to buy condoms and I’ve never had to use one either. Don’t ask why or for details, long story. Anyway, when we’re about to have sex—or make love, whichever you prefer...”

“I prefer the second,” William whispered back.

Buffy smiled, pulling him down again so she could kiss his forehead. “When our, um, little William friend,” she causally placed her hand on his crotch. “You know who I mean, right? Because, honey, if I have to say the word penis more than just once I may combust. We can think up a better name later but for now, I deem him, ‘Little William.’”

William opened and closed his mouth but he said nothing.

“Not that I’m saying he’s little or anything, no, I’m not. In fact, well compared to…” Buffy flashed him a wide smile. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“Uh, please…let’s move on,” William pleaded, looking uncomfortable.

Buffy grimaced, hugging him tightly. “Moving on. Sorry. Um, the condom is like a glove thing that we’ll slip on you so when we make love, I won’t get pregnant. You’ll come into the condom instead of directly…into me.” Buffy had to pause; she shifted her body, feeling her excitement grow. “And it shouldn’t change anything for either of us…you know, it’ll feel the same. Some people even choose to use condoms all the time because they’re fun.”

“Fun? Wait, I don’t think I want to know…”

“This is all hearsay but I guess there’s different sizes, textures, and colors. Some even glow in the dark. I’ve heard rumors about edible ones but I don’t think--.”

“Stop.” William seemed to be gasping for air. “Is there anything else that I must know?”

“Before we go shopping? I don’t think so. Unless you have questions, I could go over parts again,” Buffy offered, kissing his cheek. “It’ll all make sense later. But that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“N-no. You’re a good teacher, Buffy. You’re a…a regular sexpert.” William continued to look uncomfortable but his little smile was constant.

“Thank you, but I really don’t know much of anything. It’s like the blind leading the blind, you know? I’m not a virgin, but um…I’m kinda clueless. Well, I have a pretty good idea but—ok, here’s an example, what we did at the lodge, that’s the first time I’ve done anything like that. So, in the sexpert academy, we’re probably in the same grade--no, we sit next to each other in class…”

“You’re crazy, Buffy,” William said, his face lighting up.

“You seem to be telling me that a lot lately,” Buffy began to pout but William stopped her, pulling her in for a kiss.

“You’re a good type of crazy, love. I never know what you’re going to say or do next; I love it. Being with you…it’s thrilling.”

“Really?” She moaned, kissing him again. “We’d better go…” Her hand went under his shirt as if it had a mind of its own. “Cause if we don’t, what I want to do next could get us arrested.”

“Arrested, Buffy?” William was lost and the kisses and touches weren’t making his thoughts any less hazy. “W-why?”

“Public displays of affection.” Her rebellious hand moved again, to the band of his jeans. “Public nudity. Indecent exposure…that kinda stuff.”

“Right, let’s go shopping.”
***

“Boys do this all the time in the future. It’s their duty.”

“But I’m not from the future,” William said, resisting as Buffy pulled him closer to the row of tiny boxes. “I don’t know, really, Buffy. Can’t you grab one randomly or maybe get one of each?”

“One of each?” Buffy thought over his suggestion. “Even the ones that glow in the dark?” She laughed as he began shaking his head adamantly. “Oh, but I think a nice green glow would look very nice on you,” she teased, leaving William speechless. “How about fruit-scented? I love me some bananas.”

“Buffy, I don’t think…no.”

“No?”

“No,” he repeated, his voice gaining strength.

“I see you’ve put your foot down on that one,” she said, holding back her giggle. She let go of his hand, filling it with boxes. “I like your idea. One of each it is. I just hope I’ll have enough cash…”

“Money has never been an issue before. You can use that card.” William balanced all the condoms in one hand so he could make a swiping motion in the air. “Yeah?”

“Look at you, embracing technology.” She smiled as they moved up closer in the line to the cashier. “The only problem is: credit cards have bills and someone will be looking over everything that I’ve bought before they’ll agree to pay.”

“Everything? They’ll know?”

“Yeah, but I’m hoping that the Council has tons of these little cards floating around because,” she showed him her empty wallet, “I’m poor at the moment. Maybe they’ll just skim over the bill.”

“And they won’t notice a dozen identical purchases? Of…of these?” He handled the condoms uncomfortably.

“I hope not. Cross your fingers.” Buffy stepped up to the cashier. “Ok, William, give her your stuff.”

William swallowed, dumping the pile on the counter. A few boxes fell to the floor and he scrambled to pick them up.

“You missed this one.” Smiling, the cashier picked one up from her side of the counter. “You guys on a honeymoon or something?”

“Ah…”

“Something like that.” Buffy interrupted, not happy with the looks the woman was giving William, who’s face was turning a bright shade of pink.

“Looks like you’ll be busy.” The woman looked William up and down, making Buffy want to growl.

“Yup,” she answered, not looking at her and linking her arm with William’s.

“That’ll be--.”

“Just swipe it.” Buffy gave the card to the cashier and she avoided looking at the total of the bill.

“Sure you don’t want to know the damage he’s costing you?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.” The woman put everything in a plastic bag and she handed it to William. “Have a nice…few days. If you get tired of her and you find yourself with some extra…supplies, call me.”

Buffy watched in disbelief as the woman attempted to grab William’s hand.

If she touches him, there’s gonna be a throw down, Buffy thought; her anger rose to a dangerous degree. When the cashier tried to write her number on his hand, Buffy lost it.

“You--.”

“How dare you?!” William ripped his hand out of her reach and he placed it on his and Buffy’s linked arms. “I don’t know what is acceptable in this time or place, but where I come from, your behavior is very disrespectful and not only towards me but also to my female companion. You owe her an apology.”

“Are you-you’re crazy. I don’t have to tell her anything.” The woman batted them towards the door with her hand. “I’ve got customers waiting. If you don’t want what I was offering…your loss. Looks like you're stuck with her.” She shrugged, looking at Buffy in distaste. “Next!”

“Why I’ve never--.”

“William, let’s go,” Buffy said, pulling him toward the exit. “Don’t waste your breath on her.”

“But,” William let Buffy take him out of the store. “People act like that? It’s unbelievable!” He huffed in disgust. “What she was insinuating was—was…you were standing right beside me and--.”

“Shhh.” Buffy put her hands to his face. “You were great in there.” She kissed him slowly until she felt his body calm down.

“I was?” William asked with a sigh.

“Oh, yes. I feel very proud to be your female companion.” She smirked, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“I wasn’t out of line? I yelled at that woman. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“She deserved it and more. I’m glad you stepped in there; I would have beaten her up. Nobody says that kinda stuff to my William,” Buffy said, nuzzling his arm as they started walking towards the lodge. “You still hungry? I want to introduce you to my friend Ronald.”

“Ronald?”

“It won’t take long, I promise.”
***

“I feel bad, like I’ve been denying you the best part of the twenty first century.”

“A hamburger is what now?” William asked, eyeing the life-sized statue of Ronald McDonald wearily. “And this Ronald is your friend?”

“First of all, this is plastic.” Buffy knocked her knuckles against the statue’s forehead.

“Of course… I knew that.”

“And secondly, you’ll like the food, I promise.”

“You’ve been promising a lot, love,” William teased. “I don’t know…”

“You don’t think it smells good in here?”

“Yes, but I can’t see any actual food, all I see are balls of paper in bags that are seeping with grease. It doesn’t strike me as very appetizing, I must confess.”

“Oh, keep your confessing down until you eat your first Big Mac, honey.”
***

“Good, huh?” Buffy fed him another French fry. After their food was ready, they headed back to the lodge where they were sprawled across the bed.

“Very,” William nodded, chewing slowly and with a smile on his face. “What do you have there, love?” He leaned over, checking her food. “Can I have a taste?”

“No!” Buffy playfully pushed him away. “Mine.”

“But,” he pouted, “you’ve been eating my…these things.” He stuffed a handful of fries into his mouth. “That was good too,” William pointed at the empty Big Mac container. “I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“No, you shouldn’t have and you should also try chewing with your mouth closed. Ew, honey,” Buffy said, tossing napkins at him.

William’s pout deepened and his lower lip stuck out farther. “You aren’t going to share?”

“No, I’m not going to share.” Buffy pulled her food close to her chest and batted his hands away. “You eat enough, William. Mine.” She scooted away from him and she pulled out her toy. “What the hell is this?” She looked it over before tossing that at William too.

“Hey!”

“It’s my prize. I’m giving it to you because I love you.”

“I love you too.” William muttered trying to open the plastic bag. “Why is everything in wrapping? My food didn’t come with a prize.”

“You didn’t get a Happy Meal.”

“A what?”

“A Happy Meal.” Buffy showed him her box. “It has a chicken nuggets, fries and a toy.”

“That’s what that is, a chicken nugget? Does it taste good?”

“So good that I’m not sharing. Gimme that.” Buffy took the toy back from William and she opened the plastic. “I think it’s a dog or it could be duck…maybe a cow? I don’t know.”

William held the toy and watched as Buffy took her time eating, teasing him with every bite. “What are you dipping it in?”

“Ranch dressing. Also very, very good.” Buffy laughed, “You’re adorable.”

“You have only one left?”

“Yup,” Buffy sighed, looking at the chicken nugget thoughtfully. “Such a yummy looking chicken nugget…”

“Buffy,” William whined.

“Alright, alright.” Buffy crawled over to him, standing on her knees. She settled on his lap and placed it in the palm of his hand. “I hope it’s as good as you think.” Buffy wrapped her hands around his neck. “I remember when I was little, we colored hardboiled eggs for Easter and I thought they were so pretty…and all pretty stuff should taste good right? So I get my pretty pink egg and start eating—it was disgusting. I cried for a week.”

“Because you were disappointed?”

Buffy nodded, playing with the little hairs on the back of his neck. “You gonna eat it?”

“Your stories always frighten me, Buffy.”

“That’s why I tell ‘em,” Buffy grinned, burying her head into the side of his neck. “You make some of the cutest little faces…”

“Buffy,” he gasped as she kissed and nipped at his skin.

“Just eat the damn thing so we can move on to more important things.” She gave him a light bite before pulling back to look as he ate the chicken nugget. “Good?”

“Very good. Thank you, I feared you were going to be stingy there for a moment.”

“Me? Stingy?” She pulled his shirt up and over his head. “I don’t think so.”

“What are you doing?”

“Undressing you.”

“Oh?”

“For bed. You can undress me too if you want.”

“Alright.”

“Just because we risked our life for condoms today, that doesn’t mean we have to use them so soon, you know?”

“But…”

“I mean, we can just let things…happen.” Her hands went between them and worked on the closure of his pants. “Today’s already been a day of milestones: you going to the zoo, eating McDonalds, yelling at that bad cashier woman and…um, you know.”

“What happened earlier?” William offered, blushing.

She nodded, pulling his hard cock out of his jeans. “You aren’t undressing me.”

“I…you got me sidetracked. Sorry, Buffy.”

“That’s ok.” She ran her fingers up and down his hardness in light, feathery strokes. “Take all the time you need. No hurry. We should take this under the covers anyway. We’ll be more comfortable and warm that way.”

William nodded, an awe-struck look on his face. “But I don’t think I can move,” he whispered.

“I should stop.”

“No, no, please don’t.” William pleaded, resting his forehead against hers. As he panted, William ran the pad of his thumb over her nipple, mirroring the touches she was giving him. “Buffy…I…”

“You’re almost there, aren’t you, William?”

“Yes,” he croaked, squeezing his eyes closed and kissing Buffy hard on the lips.
***

“You’re a big quivering pile of William goo,” Buffy said with a laugh. “I totally understand and I don’t mind at all.” Buffy grinned, watching as he pulled down the covers and hid underneath them.

She then got off of the bed and began pulling off her clothes until she was left in just her underwear. “I think I’ll wear the pink one tonight,” Buffy mumbled before slipping on her nightgown. “And just to be safe,” she dumped the bag of condoms into the top drawer of the nightstand, “We’ll hide these puppies in here.” Seconds later she joined William in bed.

“Puppies?” he repeated, laughing.

“No, not real puppies, William. Are you comfortable? Do you want your pajama bottoms?”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?” She tangled their legs together and cuddled against him. “Don’t want to pressure you into staying naked or anything. I’m not that mean, but then, I won’t lie, I like my William naked.”

“I’m alright. I’m comfortable with you.”

“Good, if you weren’t I’d be so mad at you, especially after today,” Buffy teased as she ran her fingers through his hair. “And just so you know, the only reason why I’m still dressed is because I still want to give you the opportunity to rip my clothes off.”

“Oh, well, I doubt I’d rip anything,” he said feeling the fabric of her gown. “It’s lovely and you look beautiful in it.”

“And look easy access, too.” Smiling, she pulled the nightgown up and guided his hand underneath it. “Cool, huh?”

“Y-yes… What does that word mean again?”

“I don’t know…”

“That’s alright, I agree wholeheartedly.”

“I can tell.” Buffy gasped as his hands ran along the waistband of her underwear.

“Am I acting out of line?”

“No, put your hand back.”

William held his breath as his hand blindly explored.

“You seem to be concentrating very hard,” Buffy giggled and wiggled her hips causing him to brush against her inner thigh.

“I just…I can’t see what I’m doing…” William blushed, “I don’t know anything about…down there. Can…can a take a look, Buffy?”

Buffy blinked and her face burned up instantly at his whispered question. “You want to look…?”

“I’m embarrassing you, I’m so sorry,” William pulled away.

“No, you just surprised me.” Buffy inhaled deeply, “I don’t think you’ll find down there very pretty… Eh, there’s a reason why most people have sex in the dark…”

“But we aren’t planning on having sex, we’re planning on making love,” William said, looking down and flashing the goofy grin that took Buffy’s breath away each time she saw it.

“God, William, keep on making that face and I’ll do anything you want.”
***

“This is so awkward.” Buffy said, biting her lip and looking up blindly in the darkness. “And—oh my God—so hot. You ok, William?”

“Yes,” William said his voice muffled. He was completely under the sheets and sitting close to her bottom. Her knees were bent and her feet were resting in William’s lap. Buffy jumped when a warm hand encircled her ankle. “Buffy?”

“Just antsy.” Her heart started to pound when she saw a circle of light shining through the sheets. “You got the flashlight to work?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“Buffy, can I…?”

“You can do whatever you’d like, William.” Buffy closed her eyes and waited for his next move.

He’s going to see that I’m soaking through my underwear, Buffy thought. What if I smell? What if seeing turns him off? Buffy silently panicked as William spread her knees. She strained her ears waiting for him to scream in horror.

“William? You still alive?” She peeked under the covers.

“Hello, love.”

“Hi,” Buffy couldn’t stop herself from grinning. William’s excited face was glowing. “You’re still breathing, right?”

He nodded, “I’m just looking.”

“Ok, I guess I’ll be up here if you need me.”

William nodded again, speechless.
***

Buffy’s body buzzed in anticipation, waiting, not knowing what he’d do next.

Good idea, Buffy, send him down there with a flashlight.

She put her hands on her face, trying to cool her cheeks. She nearly jumped off the bed when his fingers brushed against her thighs.

Relax…damn, this is nearly torture…a good kinda tor— Buffy thoughts were interrupted as a single finger pressed against the dampest part of her underwear. She moaned out loud in reaction.

“Shit,” she whispered, covering her mouth to prevent any more noises that could wake Elizabeth. She could hear a soft chuckle coming from below. She lightly knocked into him with her foot. “Be good, William.”

His finger disappeared and soon she felt her underwear slowly being pulled from her body.

Oh yeah, here comes the good part.

She gripped the edge of the blanket with both fists as he nudged her legs father apart. Her eye twitched as he pulled her vaginal lips apart.

Thank God, we got condoms; when he’s done, I plan to be all over him, Buffy thought, spreading her legs wider. Closing her eyes, Buffy imagined how William must look exploring her depths with his little flashlight. If that cheap thing runs out of batteries, I’ll cry…

She hissed once his finger made contact with her delicate folds.

“Quiet, love.”

She could barely hear him; fireworks were shooting off in her head and making her body shake as his finger glided.

Good, very good idea, Buffy. She mentally patted herself on the back and his finger slid deeper.

“Try another,” she suggested her voice unsteady.

“What?”

“Finger, another please and um, if you keep on moving in and out like that, I’ll be coming in no time…see that bump near the top?”

“Here?” William gave the sensitive nub a little poke and Buffy whimpered loudly. “Shhh, Buffy.”

“Don’t laugh at me. I can just imagine the proud faces you’re making down there,” Buffy whispered. “Just ah, don’t forget that bumpy thing, ok? But be gentle or you’ll have me screaming and Elizabeth knocking on the door.”

“Ok.”
***

“Don’t stop!” Buffy struggled to keep her voice down, her hips rocking with the movement of William’s fingers. She came hard and with a single whimper.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme…” She rambled, pushing away the covers and opening her arms wide for William. She sighed in relief when her mouth ravished his, their bodies squished together. “You—I—God, I love you.”

“I love you, Buffy. You’re gorgeous. Breathtaking…”

“Mmmm…” Humming, Buffy refused to let their kissing stop. Her hands traveled all over his body. “Do you think we need…condom?”

“Do you?”

“I do.”

“Then I think we do as well.”
***

Chapter 9

Determined not to break their kiss, Buffy reached out and blindly searched for the drawer of the nightstand as her other hand caressed William’s body.

“Oh, owie,” Buffy hissed, shaking her hand.

“What happened?”

“I almost ran my hand through the stupid dresser,” she pouted.

“Oh? Let me see.”

“Well, that was my problem: I can’t see anything, it’s too dark.”

“We can turn on a light,” William suggested, finding her hand and pressing his lips against it.

“William,” Buffy cooed, touched by his actions. “You won’t mind,” she asked running her fingers through his hair.

“Not at all. I’d like to see.”

“Ok,” Buffy said warmly, getting out of bed before she turned on the lamp. “It’s too bad we couldn’t have candles…that’d be so romantic. But we can do something about this.”

William watched with a grin on his face as she walked around the room comfortably without anything clothing.

“You ok, baby,” Buffy teased, knowing she had given him an eyeful after she bent over to check for another electrical outlet.

“Yes,” William croaked.

“Oh,” she giggled.

“What are you doing?”

“Unplugging this and moving it. I’m making us atmosphere, William.” She stumbled across the room and plugged in the light again so it was tucked behind a corner, giving the room an eerie glow. “That worked,” Buffy said, proud of herself.

“It’s lovely, Buffy.”

Buffy turned and nearly whimpered at how William looked; he was buried deep in covers and pillows and his eyes were glowing with excitement. She had to control herself from pouncing on him. “I want to make everything nice for you, William.”

“You have already…this has been so much better than even my most wild of dreams,” William whispered.

“You have wild dreams? I so want to hear about them.” Buffy randomly chose a box of condoms from the drawer and hid into the covers next to him. “Damn, this is exciting, huh? I don’t think I’ve been this excited ever in my life. Look at me, I’m shaking.”

William leaned over and kissed her eyebrow as Buffy ripped open the box, causing condoms to fly and land throughout the bed. “Oops,” Buffy giggled. “Can you get them for me?”

He nodded, his hands searching under the sheets.

“Hey,” Buffy gasped. “Not yet.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t see.”

“You’re a naughty William,” she teased. “It’s not like you don’t know what’s going on down there. You already got the grand tour.”

“It was very different from the diagrams,” William said, blushing.

“Diagrams, huh? You did mention an interest in biology,” Buffy laughed.

“I like the pictures.”

Buffy sighed, her heart tightening as he winked at her. “Do you have all of them?”

“I believe so.” He placed the neat stack of condoms aside.

“Ok.” Buffy took a deep breath and she laughed when William did the same. “I know there’s a way to do this with my mouth but we’ll save that for another day.”

“Your…” William was unable to finish.

“Oh, yeah, kisses can be had just about anywhere, William.”

“Oh.”

“Later.”

“Oh?”

“You always find ways to calm me down. I love that,” Buffy giggled. “We can cover up again in a minute.” She pulled back the sheets and petted him lovingly before rolling the condom down his hard and swollen cock. “Not so bad, huh? I’m glad they taught that in school or that could’ve been embarrassing.” She laughed again when he gasped. “Gotta check for air bubbles.” She gave him a squeeze and William nearly choked.

“God, I love you so much,” Buffy whispered, guiding him to her opening and slowly sinking down. “Oh,” she closed her eyes as he stretched and filled her. “Nice,” she hissed, lying against him.

“Yes, yes,” William babbled.

“Kiss me, please.” She begged, beginning to thrust her hips.

“Yes, yes,” William squeaked, wrapping his arms around her.
***

“Does it feel different?” Buffy rolled off of him and tossed the used condom away.

“Yes,” William whispered, nuzzling his head into her chest. “Thank you.”

Buffy smiled, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. “No, thank you, William. That was perfect.”

“Wonderful.”

“You sleepy?”

“No, I feel energized.” His voice was muffled as he pressed his kisses on her breasts. “Is that strange?”

“No, I feel the same way.” Buffy playfully tugged on his hair, messing it up.

“Again?” William smiled bashfully as he whispered into her ear.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Buffy smirked, reaching towards the nightstand.
***

“I’m laying back and enjoying this round.”

William swallowed as Buffy opened her arms and legs, beckoning him closer.

“I’m giving you complete control. You can do whatever you’d like.” Buffy explained as he settled on top of her. They both moaned as she guided him inside her again. “Come closer.”

“I thought I was in charge?” William kissed her forehead as he chuckled.

“Sorry.” She hummed in delight as he rubbed against her. “Wow,” she gasped, clinging to him, as his experimental movements became steady paced thrusts.

“Yes, wow…oh, Buffy…”

Buffy rose her hips to meet him and she laughed softly when he gasped. “Feels really good, huh?”

William inhaled sharply and he nodded, unable to speak.

“Remember my um, bumpy thing? Would you mind touching it like you did before? You don’t have to, you’re the boss and all but—oh God!”

“Shhh,” William chucked. “Like that, Buffy?”

“Yes,” Buffy squeaked, nodding frantically and yanking his head down for a fiery kiss.

“Buffy,” he panted minutes later. He squeezed his eyes shut as her vaginal walls fluttered around him.

I know what that face means, Buffy thought, grinning. “Come for me, William,” she whispered, nipping at his earlobe.
***

“My Energizer Bunny finally ran out of batteries,” Buffy laughed softly as William lightly snored. She sighed, content, wrapping her arms around him.

“Love you, Buffy,” William muttered in his sleep, pulling her closer.

“This was how it should’ve been, how it should always be…” Buffy kissed William sweetly before falling asleep.
***

“My, you have quite the appetite this morning, William,” Elizabeth commented. “You must have had a wild night.”

“What?” William looked up wide-eyed.

“I heard you and Buffy sneak out early but I never noticed when you both returned.”

“We-we got something to eat, as you’ve noticed, I-I eat a lot.”

“I see,” she nodded, “however it’s probably a good thing I’m a heavy sleeper, yes?”

“Um, probably,” William agreed weakly. “Maybe I should take my meal into the other room...”

“No, no, I’m teasing you, William. Sit, sit, besides I need to ask you another question and lucky for us both, it may be my last.”

“But Buffy’s still showering…”

“William, I need to ask you this without Buffy being in the room.”

“I don’t know…” William frowned.

“Don’t look so worried. I just need your permission…would you mind if I added a bit about Buffy to my book? Your relationship seems to be very important to you and I have a feeling if you retain all your memories of this month that Buffy may have a profound affect on Spike as well.”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s a good question,” she said with a laugh. “I’ve been going over how I’d explain this to you for a few days and I still end up confusing myself.”

“Go on, I’ll try to understand,” William said, interested.

“Ok, I’ll try to keep this simple. I’ve studied you since I started with the Council. In many ways, I may know more about you than I know about myself. I was completely floored to know that you, as a living and breathing man were so different from the stories Spike told about himself. He wanted to keep you, the poet and dutiful son a secret. Looking through my case studies and my secondary and primary sources, I see many traits that are consistent in you and Spike, loyalty being the biggest. Do you love Buffy?”

“Yes and very much.”

Elizabeth grinned, “I could be wrong but, I have a feeling that your love for Buffy may not die when you become Spike.”

“As long as I’m living—or however you classify a vampire’s existence—I’ll love her.”

“That’s very heartwarming, William,” Elizabeth said with a smile. “Buffy is very lucky girl.”

“What are you trying to say? Would it be bad if I loved Buffy as a vampire? Can a vampire love?”

“Oh, vampires can love, William and very passionately. I guess I’m trying to warn you as William so it’ll sink into Spike. When you return in the next few weeks to 1880 and if you find yourself remembering a certain spunky little Slayer, wait. Don’t try to find her too soon, remember her but don’t tell anyone about your memories of your trip to the future.”

“Why not?”

“First off, people will believe that you’re insane,” Elizabeth laughed. “And secondly, it may ruin your chances with her. I won’t get into the details but I can promise you if news of you and Buffy gets leaked, many, many, people will stop you from ever meeting her. Those people believe that a vampire and a slayer should never love each other. Lucky for you, I’m quite the romantic and I have a soft spot for you.”

“If I remember, I wait, but until 1998? That seems like a very long time, I’ll miss her terribly.”

“Oh, but William, you’ll get another chance, how marvelous is that? You’ll both have this month and then you’ll meet again—you’ll be like a supernaturally-based Romeo and Juliet—reunited on Earth and not only in death.”

“But I’ll be dead, Buffy said--.”

“Right, strike that last bit, I got carried away. You’ll be…on a pursuit, yes, on a journey back to your lady love…back to your happiness.”

“What if I don’t remember her?” William swallowed, “It’s unlikely but what if I can’t?”

“Then we go back to my book. If I have a section about William and his love, Buffy, it’s more than likely that Spike will learn the details of his lost month where he passed out and woke up weeks later—he’s rather interested in reading about himself. No matter what, Buffy will remember.”

“That sounds complicated.”

“Time travel is very complicated.”

“I hope I remember.”

“Me too, William.”

“I want you to write about Buffy.”

“Good. Can I quote your comment, ‘As long as I’m living…?’ That was beautiful.”

“I—of course,” William blushed. “That’s how I feel.”

“Thank you, so much, William.”

“Hey, what’s going on guys?” Buffy appeared and she walked over to William. “You’re blushing, what’d she say? Elizabeth, I told you to be nice--.”

“She was alright, Buffy.”

“Really?”

“We were talking,” Elizabeth added, “Right, William?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Hm.” Buffy looked from William to Elizabeth, wondering if they were trustworthy. “Ok, but remember,” she shook her finger at Elizabeth, “I’m not afraid to go Slayer on your ass.”

“Buffy,” Elizabeth gasped at her language but then she laughed, “Oh, I’ll behave.”

“You’d better. So, what’s for breakfast? I’m starving.”
***

“Can you swim, William?”

“No. I’m not fond of the water.”

“What if there was a little bit of water, like a bath tub but bigger?”

“I don’t know,” William chuckled. “Your hands are freezing, Buffy.”

“It’d have warm water too…and bubbles,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.

“I think I could manage that.”

“Really? Now I know what we’ll do today. More shopping.” Buffy took her hands from underneath his t-shirt and slid off of his lap.

“But…we were…Buffy,” he pouted, reaching for her.

“Oh, you pout so well, William.” Buffy set his shoes on his thigh and she kissed him. With a smile, she pulled back before their kiss could deepen.

“Buffy,” he whined.

“Foot, please.” She laughed when he did as she said with a dramatic sigh. “These boots are so nasty. Spike should’ve got rid of them decades ago.”

“Are we going to buy new shoes today?”

“Nope, swimming suits. It’ll be very exciting. Other foot, please.”

“But we won’t swim, right?”

“I can’t swim either. There, now I think we’re ready to go.”

“No, we’re not.” He resisted as she took his hand and tried to pull him to the door. “I need to kiss you, Buffy.” Before she could say anything, he brought her into his arms. “I need to…” He looked her in the eyes before fusing their mouths together.

Bossy William is so cute—so hot, mmm sexy, Buffy thought as she sank to the floor, her knees no longer supporting her weight. “Yum, William,” she said in a half moan and whimper as they fell back on the bed. “Am I crushing you?”

“No. More, Buffy.”

“Oh. Oh.” Buffy felt like purring as William lavished her with soft, lengthy kisses. “We didn’t close the door…she’ll see.”

“In a minute. We’ll go in a minute.”

“I won’t want to go in a minute.” She gasped as he sucked and toyed with her upper lip. God, he’s a quick learner. Did I teach him how to do that? She wondered silently as she clung to him.

“Buffy,” he groaned as she rubbed against his bulging pants.

“Sorry. I can’t help it. You’re busting at the seams…Little William wants to play.”

“Please…naming my body parts…it’s odd. I hope you don’t mind but…it makes me uncomfortable.”

“No naming, got ya. Sorry.”

“We should close the door, Buffy.”

“I don’t want to move, this feels so nice--.”

“Good Lord, I’ll close the bloody door. You’re both driving me mad.”

“Thanks, Elizabeth,” Buffy yelled after the bedroom door was slammed shut.
***

“It’s good to know we aren’t being wasteful with the Council’s money.”

“They’re very generous.”

“I don’t want to take off your shoes, I went to so much trouble putting them on.” Buffy slid the condom wrapper between her lips. “This is fun. I love that we can do this.” With a grin, she pulled down his zipper and William sighed in relief. “Maybe you shouldn’t wear your pants so tight, it looks painful.”

“It is.”

“Well, it’ll feel better soon. I’m so glad I bought this.” After opening and putting the condom on William, Buffy raised her sundress to her waist.

“You had nothing on underneath?”

“Don’t play innocent with me, William,” she teased.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied, his blush reaching the tops of his ears.

“Ready?”

“Yes, very ready.”

“God,” she gasped after lowering herself down slowly. She rested her forehead against his chin, savoring the initial shock of having him inside her. “I want you so bad, William. You can tell, right?” She wiggled on his lap, pushing him deeper.

“Yes,” he said, his voice deep. “I want you too. I hunger for you, Buffy. I feel like I’m starving and only you can sustain me.”

“Poet talk…so pretty. Don’t stop…but don’t make me cry.” Buffy babbled as she nudged him to his back. “I like it when you get poetic.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, especially when it’s about me.” Buffy groaned, keeping the tempo of their lovemaking slow. “Makes me feel special.”

“You are special, love.”

“Tell me,” Buffy pleaded.

“You remind me of an angel—an unearthly angel, sent to save me, love me and make me finally feel like a man. You glow. You’re effulgent, Buffy.”

“What does that mean,” she whispered, trying not to cry.

“Radiant. Beaming. Shining forth brightly. You’re such a beauty.”

“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me.”

“I love you, Buffy. Don’t cry, love.”

“I’m not,” Buffy lied as William wiped tears off her face. “I shouldn’t be crying but I’m just so happy with you, William. You make me feel so happy, so loved.” Sniffling, she gave him a tight hug.

“I’ve decided this is fate. These past few days, fate brought us together.” Holding Buffy close, William rolled them over so he was on top. “And if we continue to be lucky and have good fortune, I believe fate will keep us together.”

“How?”

“Fate is very secretive, Buffy, she doesn’t give us all the answers so quickly. Sometimes, we must wait,” William said with a grin.

“I think fate is being stingy,” Buffy pouted until William began thrusting again, sliding in and out of her at a slow pace that made her break out in goosebumps. “That feels so nice.”

“We were meant to be here, in this very situation, and at this very moment,” William whispered.

“We…were made for each other,” Buffy offered as she panted.

“Yes, of course,” William agreed, his eyes dazzling.

“William, finger, please.” Buffy wiggled underneath him, nearing her climax.

“That’s why we were unlucky in love before…”

“Because we needed to meet each other.” Buffy arched her back and whined as he gently caressed her clit with his thumb. “I like the sound of—uh!” She came hard, mid-sentence and after a few more thrusts William followed her. “I don’t want to go shopping just yet, William,” Buffy said softly. “Let’s just stay and rest. I need to cuddle.”

“That’s a wonderful idea.” William slipped out of her with a groan.

“I miss you already,” Buffy confessed as she threw away the condom. “The moment you leave, I start a mini countdown waiting for you to come back.”

“I can take my shoes off?”

“Yeah.” Buffy sat and she pulled off her sundress. “And all the rest. No clothes, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t at all.”
***

“I had this dream where I was a tailor, I made and sold shoes.”

“I can tell this is gonna be wild.”

“Hush now,” William chuckled, “let me finish.”

“Go on,” Buffy rested her chin on her hands, waiting for him to continue.

“The room was covered with boxes of shoes…entire walls, packed with shoes.”

“Terrifying, too bad I can’t show you my shoe collection at home.”

“Buffy.”

“Sorry. Go on.”

“An attractive —or at least I assumed she was attractive—woman walked into the story. Looking back, I can’t remember if I ever saw the details of her face. Dreams are fascinating, it saddens me when they fade after waking.”

“So what happens next?”

“I measure her foot.”

“You totally have a foot fetish!” Buffy laughed and William gave her a puzzled look. “Just laugh with me, William,” Buffy said, tickling his sides.

“I’m telling a story here.” William mirrored her actions, tickling her until she gasped for air.

“Sorry,” she squealed, “sorry!”

William cleared his throat before continuing, “So, I’m measuring away when I notice the hem of her dress seems to be raising slowly, higher and higher. I can feel my face burning and my hands shake—it was very nerve-wracking, Buffy.”

“Sounds like it. Did you peek up her dress?”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“Sure you didn’t, naughty William,” Buffy teased, shaking her head. “Was it just like the diagrams?”

“All I saw was white but it was enough, I then suddenly fall madly in the love with the woman. I ignore her shoes and kiss her deeply.”

“Then what?”

“We rush out of the store hand-in-hand and my mother wakes me up because I’ve overslept,” William grinned.

“That’s very wild.” Buffy scooted up, kissing him.

“Are you going to share a dream as well,” he asked between kisses.

“You really want to hear one?”

“Why not?”

“Hm, I think I’ll spare you from a wild and crazy Buffy dream but I’ll tell you a top secret one. One that I’ve kept to myself for a few weeks now, a dream about Spike.”

“Spike?”

“Well, it could’ve even been about you…since I’m the Slayer, I have strange dreams…sometimes my dreams kinda tell me things, like what’s about to happen…” Buffy said thoughtfully. “I bet that sounds crazy. All I know is that he looked like Spike.”

“Don’t I look like Spike? Since I’ve came here I’ll believe that anything is possible… Tell me, Buffy.”

“I’m at the Bronze, which is a place where younger people listen to music and dance, and I make my way through all these people who are jumping up and down and rubbing on each other—that’s how kiddies dance in the future—but then I see the back of a bleached blonde head. He turns and our eyes lock and everything seems to stop, the music, the dancing—everything freezes. I walk towards him and push people out of my way and he just stands there waiting for me but I know he’s not frozen like the rest, you know? He smirks at me and my throat kinda tightens.”

“Then,” William asked, infatuated by her story.

“I reach him and we just look at each other but everything around us starts to move again and they actually start speeding up so much that all I can see are colors swirling around me. I feel so overwhelmed and almost sick but then he touches my hand and leads me up some stairs that go up to a balcony. The whole time I’m freaking out because I know I’m with Spike and I know that he’s my enemy. I can’t even put into words how I felt because it was so weird. I was kinda excited and anxious. It was so weird.”

“Then what happens, Buffy?”

“I can’t remember. I was so grossed out that I dreamt about Spike that I didn’t want to remember. I wish I wouldn’t have been such a brat about it…I know at one point there was kissing and that was too icky for me. Lips of Spike are bad.”

“His lips are my lips…”

“True…” Buffy paused not sure what to say. “But it’s you that I love, William.”

“Would it be impossible for you to have feelings for Spike?”

“Well…no, probably not but I don’t want to think about that right now,” Buffy swallowed. “I just want to think about you, ok?”

“Come here, Buffy.” They held each other tight.

“Wow, things got all intense there for a minute,” Buffy laughed softly.

“I was just curious,” William mumbled, his face in her hair. “Don’t be upset with me, Buffy, but I hope I can remember you and continue to love you—no matter what form that I’m in.”

“I…I hope so too.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Buffy whispered. “But don’t tell Spike.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” William chuckled, pulling back so he could see her face. “Now that we’ve wasted the morning and a good part of the afternoon, do you want to go out like you mentioned before?”

“You’re hungry.”

“Starving, Buffy,” he admitted with a laugh.

“I bet you want other food too. No hotel food,” she grinned.

“You read my mind, love.”
***

Chapter 10

“How many days?” Buffy asked softly as they sat on the beach watching the sun go down. She was in William’s lap and sheltered by his arms.

“About eight.”

“Barely a week,” she whispered, staring ahead, knowing that if she looked at him, she’d cry.

“Hush, love, don’t think about it.” William held her tightly and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her hair. “Think happy thoughts, Buffy.”

“Like you staying forever?” she suggested weakly. “I’d take you home and you’d never leave me.”

“That sounds delightful.”

“And too good to be true, huh?”

“Buffy…”

“You’d see all my family and friends. Everything would be perfect. Mom would let you move in with us and maybe you could even take me to prom… They’d all love you, even Xander, who’s usually a jealous brat.”

William brushed her hair away and kissed her neck. “Maybe…this might be crazy to suggest but…maybe Elizabeth could send you with me? We could have another month in my time.”

“What would we do? Where would you take me?” She asked, rubbing his knee. “I’d wear pretty dresses, right?”

“Only the most exceptional dresses,” he answered, his warm breath blowing against her skin and giving her goose bumps. “You’d see how I usually look: floppy brown hair, glasses, a scratchy suit. I’d introduce you to my mother, after I apologized of course.”

“For what?”

“She always insisted that the woman of my dreams was waiting for me and I told her it was hopeless—that she was speaking nonsense. She never lost faith…”

“I like her already. I’d thank her.”

“My mother, she sings when her throat allows her. She’d sing for you.”

“I’ll talk to Elizabeth later or maybe you can. I’ve noticed you guys are becoming buddies lately. Does she not scare you anymore?”

“She’s not as intimidating, yes. We talk, she’s done with her research so we have actual conversations now.”

“What do you talk about?”

“This and that—you,” he mumbled. “Should you put your jacket back on? You’re cold, I can tell.”

“No, just hold me closer, please. Nothing beats body heat,” she said as she wiggled into him. “You talk about me? Should I be upset?”

“No, no.” Shaking his head, he crossed his arms over her waist. “She’s letting me contribute to her book, Buffy.”

“Really? How exciting, baby. When did you start working with her, I’m with you seventy-four seven? I know I catch you all the time writing in the notebook I bought…”

“Well,” William face lit up and he smiled widely, “Buffy, you take a very long time getting ready in the morning. We’ve been working on and off. I help her edit and she’s including a few of my poems in her book.”

Buffy moved to look at him. “You’re letting her see your poems before me? I’ve been begging since the day we met to hear them,” she pouted. “I’m so jealous now.”

“Don’t be. Don’t be upset either, love, you’ll see them.”

She closed her eyes as he pressed his cheek against hers. “When? I want a date and time.”

“I doubt I can be that exact,” he said, laughing softly. “Soon, you have my word and I never break a promise made to a lady.”

Buffy trembled with shivers. “Call me a lady again and I’ll be all over you.”

“And when did that become a bad thing?” William smirked, nuzzling against the side of her face.

“When that guy yelled at us to get a room and you couldn’t hold my hand without blushing for a few days,” Buffy laughed, remembering. “He was probably just a concerned citizen, I think I was turning blue.”

“It’s rude to yell at people like that.”

“William.” She struggled to turn in his lap so their chests were touching. “Back to the point. Soon had better be real soon, mister. I want to hear your poems, damn it.” She shook her finger at him, showing him that she was serious. “If you don’t, I’ll be mad at you.”

“I’m proud of these, Buffy.” Grinning, he bought her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingertip. “I’ve found a new muse.”

“Who would that be? Elizabeth?” she suggested, teasing.

“A lovely and sweet girl full of kindness, wit and beauty—she’s stolen my heart, Buffy.”

She blinked a few times, taking in William’s twinkling eyes. “She doesn’t plan on giving it back, you know that, right? I figure I might as well have yours since you took mine first. Finders, keepers, yada, yada.”

“That sounds fair.”

“Do I get a poem, a bonus for being such a good girl?”

“Not yet, love. I need to…prepare and then I must find the most perfect moment.”

“I’m thinking right now is one hell of a special moment. Take bribery? Bribery in the form of kisses?” She winked, trying to persuade him.

“No, love. I fear I must put my foot down.”

Buffy pouted, but she could tell he was happy to see that she wanted to hear his work and so badly. “I think I’ll kiss you anyway, but if things get out of hand…”

“I’ll take full responsibility. You may blame me and my sinister need to be constantly showered in your kisses.”

“God,” Buffy whimpered due to his words and again when he tilted her chin to reach his mouth.

Can’t believe I taught him everything he knows, Buffy thought, her body buzzing as his hand snaked between them.

“Gah,” she gasped.

“Is this ok?”

“Very ok. More than ok.” Shaking her head repeatedly, she held her breath as he unzipped her pants.

Laughing softly, his hands traveled to her back and she groaned as he cupped her bottom. “You’re wearing that thing.”

“Gotta love the thong. It’s your favorite too.”

“The black one?”

“Yeah, just for you.” She suddenly let out a squeak as his hands moved again. “I’ve told you that you have a set of talented hands, right?”

“Everyday.” He smiled proudly, making Buffy moan.

“I think I’ll have to upgrade my praising to every two to three hours.”

“You’re funny, Buffy,” William said, chuckling and blushing slightly.

“Am I?” Seconds later she began stroking his erection through his pants as he continued moving his fingers.

“You can never stay quiet, love.”

“Oh, yeah? Once I get your zipper down, we’ll see who can’t keep his mouth closed.” Panting out of excitement and anticipation, Buffy messed with the button on his pants until she could pull out his hard cock. It curled towards his belly button and William jumped when she touched him. “Look at you, honey.”

“I can’t help it.” He jumped again as she ran her thumb over the weeping head of his hardness. “Good Lord…”

“Yum,” Buffy grinned after sucking on her thumb.

“Buffy…” William croaked, his eyes wide.

“Hey, keep those fingers of yours busy,” she giggled as he nodded, swallowing and speechless. She spread her legs wider, hoping it would give him more access to her dripping heat. “Wow.” She squeezed him as a wave of pleasure shook her body. “I—there, faster.” Closing her eyes, Buffy was rocketed to her climax. At the same time, she tried to stroke him at a steady pace. “Keep-keep going. Oh, God!”

“Buffy,” he gasped her name, pressing his forehead against her shoulder as he came.

“William, William,” she whined as his fingers left her pants. “Come here, now.” Buffy kissed him until they were both breathless and they fell back against the sand with a grunt. “I think I came twice.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Buffy laughed, her nose pressed against the side of his face. “That was amazing, so much was happening at once.” She protectively covered his exposed, spent cock with her thigh and he inhaled sharply.

“It’s getting dark, love,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. She instantly made herself comfortable, pillowing her head on his chest.

“Just a few more minutes. You’re heart is beating so fast, William.”

“Every time we…my heart, it expands because I fall more deeply in love with you. I find that when we make love or when you laugh or when you smile at me…everything you do has the same affect on me.”

“No, my heart, remember? Mine,” Buffy mumbled, placing her hand on his chest. “I feel the same way…sometimes it hurts,” she whispered. “Never thought I could love someone so much.”

“Are we going to rest here for a while Buffy? I’m feeling tired, I want to rest my eyes.”

“I could take a nap.”
***

“Spike! Where have you been and who the hell are you with?”

“Shit, shit, shit.” Buffy woke up instantly and she covered William’s mouth before he could say anything. “Sit up, honey.”

“That woman-she’s coming this way, what are we going to do?”

Buffy buried her face into William’s chest and tucked him back into his pants. “Just say everything that I say. Is she with the antler guy?”

“I believe so,” William whispered. “She looks upset, Buffy.”

“Shhh, you’ll just have to pretend to be Spike. I’ll tell you what to say, just sound mean and cranky. She cheated on you with that thing. Sound annoyed.”

“Spike, answer me,” Drusilla demanded, stepping closer.

“Sod off,” William replied, trying to sound strong.

“Don’t talk to me like that. Where have you been, with that whore?”

William huffed but Buffy poked him. “How is that any of your concern? Bloody hell, you left me, bitch.”

“Good,” Buffy whispered. “You’re doing great.”

“You seem to have moved on quickly,” Drusilla growled. “Is the rebound fuck helping you get over me?”

“Yes, very much,” William smirked. “You’re nothing to me, sweetheart. I moved on.”

“She’s human,” Drusilla said, disgusted. “You’re fucking a human.” She shrieked, closing her eyes and covering her ears with her hands. “What has become of you? I made you into what you were. I transformed from your pitiful human self and you’ve destroyed all my hard work. That thing reminds you of her, doesn’t she?”

“I haven’t the foggiest of what you’re yammering about.”

“Her! The Slayer! Buffy.” Drusilla wrinkled her nose. “She could be her twin. Don’t lie to me, Spike.”

“Get out of here,” William growled, holding Buffy closer as she hid.

“Love to,” Drusilla glared, taking the Chaos demon by the hand. “I hope you burn.”

“Likewise, pet.”
***

“That was terrifying.”

“I know. I can’t believe she couldn’t tell that you were human…”

“Spike really talks that way? You knew exactly what to say, she wasn’t suspicious at all.”

“Yeah, I’m a good listener,” Buffy answered. “I guess the way he talks grew on me over our fights… Let’s go back.” She helped him to his feet and zipped her pants.

“Are you upset, Buffy?”

“That was a little too close for comfort but you handled it beautifully. You’re a great actor.”

“Thank you,” William grinned at the compliment as he helped Buffy with putting on her coat. “We must have slept longer than we intended.”

“It’s alright.” She took a hold of his hand. “I just want to get you home and snuggly under the covers.”
***

“Maybe we should make a schedule or something?”

“That sounds fine.”

“Then we can make the most out of this week,” Buffy suggested as they sat on the couch the next morning.

“I just want to be with you, Buffy. What we do isn’t that important.” William covered her hand with his. “I wouldn’t mind staying in today. I like watching the television.”

“We can rent movies too—maybe even ones in English.”

“That sounds wonderful, love.”

“Good morning, Buffy. William.” Elizabeth sat in the chair nearest to them. “What are the lovebirds up to today?”

“TV,” Buffy answered, “William loves his TV.”

“Oh, well, I’m sure you’re both aware that today starts William’s last week.”

“Don’t remind me,” Buffy frowned. “Speaking of the spell, do you think it’s possible for me to go with him?”

“To 1880?”

“Yeah, not for good, just for a month.”

“Yes, can you make it happen, Elizabeth? Neither of us wants to leave each other so soon,” William added.

“I guess I can look into it,” Elizabeth replied. “It’s a brilliant idea, but until then, I hate to even suggest this but, William, starting tonight, I need you to sleep in the living room and tied into a chair.”

“No!”

“Buffy, it’ll be the safest choice for all of us. If Spike returns during the night, no one will be in danger of getting hurt. It’s for the best, dear.”

“I can take Spike,” Buffy insisted, gritting her teeth. “I can handle Spike.”

“I know you can, but if he attacks when you’re…vulnerable… Remember, he wanted to kill you minutes before the spell?”

“He didn’t.”

“But he tried.”

“No he didn’t, he barely fought back,” Buffy argued. “I won’t let you keep William away from me. We only have a week and there’s no way that you’re taking him away from me.”

“Buffy, he’ll be here--.”

“Just tied to a fucking chair. No.”

“Buffy,” William spoke up softly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t and neither will Spike, I won’t let him. Please, don’t take her side, William,” Buffy pleaded and then she addressed Elizabeth again. “I’ll sleep with a stake between us, I’ll bathe in Holy Water, and I’ll wear my stupid cross across around my neck.”

“That isn’t necessary--.”

Buffy opened her mouth to argue more but William spoke, cutting her off. “Can you give us a minute alone, Elizabeth?” he asked, smiling politely.

“Yes, of course.” She stood and shook her head as Buffy glared at her. “Think about it Buffy.”

“I don’t think I’m going to handle this very well,” Buffy confessed when they where alone.

“I don’t mind the chair…”

“I’m not talking about the chair. It’s really sinking in now, you’re going to leave me.” She blinked, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. “This isn’t fair,” she whispered, suddenly surrounded by William’s arms. “Why can’t I stay happy? Why can’t you stay?”

“I’ll be back, Buffy. I’ll make my way back to you, I swear it.”

“You shouldn’t make a promise that you can’t keep. There’s no way of knowing what’ll happen. Spike still wanted to kill me if he remembered, he would’ve…remembered,” Buffy choked out a sob.

“I’m a good actor, love, you said so,” William said, desperate to comfort her.

“I just love you so much. So, so very much, I’ve never felt this way before,” Buffy laughed as warm tears slid down her face, “That’s usually your line, isn’t it?”

“I’ll never find another like you. I won’t even look. You were meant to be my one and only, I know it Buffy.”

She pulled back and cooed as she wiped his wet cheeks dry. “I didn’t want to make you cry.”

“It’s alright,” he said, breathing out of his mouth. “I couldn’t help it.”

“I’ll miss you,” Buffy said, even though she didn’t need to. Whining, she clung to him, tears still falling from her eyes. After minutes of listening to them both sniffle she said, “We’re go going to need to buy more tissues. Many, many more tissues.”
***

“It’s only a movie, William, don’t be scared.” Buffy patted his leg as he closed his eyes at the most exciting part of the film. “It’s all make-believe.”

“I know. I was resting my eyes. They’re still stinging.”

“That’s a good excuse.”

“Thank you.”

“But I know better, nothing will happen to the dog.”

“Really? You’re sure?”

“I promise.”

“Ok, I’ll trust you.”

Buffy laughed and continued to watch. “I hate animal movies, they’re always so sad.”

“B-but you just said…”

“Nothing will happen to him but the ending is still sad.”

“Oh,” William said, trying to relax.

“I think you’ll like the next movie more. It’s a love story. I think there’s even a nude scene.”

“A what?”

“A naked girl. It’s no different from the girls that have been parading down by the beach…in fact, remember that girl I saw you checking out?”

“I wasn’t checking anyone,” William denied instantly but not sure what she meant.

“You were looking at her. I saw you.”

“No, no, I wasn’t.”

“You’re blushing, baby,” Buffy teased. “I understand if you’re interested because you’re a guy no matter what century you came from. Looking is fine but it’s drooling and crap like that that makes me want to hit you. I don’t want to hit you, William. Besides, that girl and the one we’ll see in the movie, their,” she pointed to her breasts, “they’re fake, honey.”

“I don’t want you to hit me either—fake?”

“Plastic.”

“Plastic—what? No, that’s impossible.”

“I tell you that you’re going to become a bloodsucking fiend and you blink a few times, but I tell you that someone can have fake boobs and you say it’s impossible,” Buffy laughed. “People can go to the doctor and get body parts enhanced and changed…things can get bigger and smaller.”

William frowned, trying to understand what Buffy was saying. “Is everyone made of plastic? Are you?”

“No! No!” She poked and jabbed him in the stomach. “Do I look plastic to you, William? Do I feel plastic?”

“Buffy—sorry,” William said, laughing and trying to bat her hands away.

“William, what are you doing?”

“Shielding my eyes,” he said, peeking through his fingers and slowly bringing down his hands. “My mother tells me always to protect my eyes. They’re very important.”

“You really thought that I’d hit you? When I poked you, did it hurt?” Buffy worried that she’d caused him pain. “I was just playing, sometimes I play too rough.” She pulled up his shirt and ran her fingers over his stomach. “No bruises, I’m so sorry.”

“That tickles,” he said, smiling.

“William, tell me. Did I hurt you? What should I do to make it up to you? I know, I’ll kiss you and make it better.”

William closed his eyes but gasped in surprise as Buffy kissed his abdomen instead of his lips, “You didn’t really hurt me.”

“I’m glad,” she said, brushing her lips against his skin. “I’m not plastic, ok? I’m one hundred percent pure Buffy. Only really rich people can buy new boobs and get tummy tucks anyway,” she explained between kisses. “I don’t think I’d do anything if I had the money. I like me.”

“I like you.”

Buffy sat up, smiling at him, “Even my unfake body parts?”

“Especially those,” William reached out to cup her breast.

“Mmmm.” She put her hand on his and smirked as she moved his thumb so it stroked her nipple. “You’re going to miss the movie if you don’t stop me. You won’t know how it ends.”

“You already said it will be sad, I’d rather focus my attention to more happy matters.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“You love to tease me,” William said.

“Yup,” Buffy grinned. “I love kissing you more.” She licked her lips and giggled as William groaned. “You’re too cute, honey.” She held the back of his head, keeping him still as she kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth.
***

Chapter 11

“I’m totally hating you right now.”

“I’m sorry,” Elizabeth said truthfully, handing Buffy the rope.

“Tell me if it’s too tight, William.”

He nodded, looking uncomfortable as Buffy tied him to the chair. “You won’t leave me like this, right?”

“No way,” Buffy said warmly, running the back of her hand over his cheek. She whimpered when he nuzzled it. “I hate this.”

“We’ll untie you first thing in the morning, and during the night, Buffy and I will only be a shout away.”

“I’m sleeping in here,” Buffy announced, challenging Elizabeth. “You can’t stop me.”

“I won’t, as long as you keep him restrained.” Elizabeth walked around the chair and inspected the ropes. “You’re positive that Spike will be unable to break free?”

“He can try, but he’s not getting anywhere. If that vampire comes back before Saturday…” Buffy shook her head, “I’m so going to kick his ass.”

“Would you care for a blanket, William?”

“Of course he’ll need a blanket, you want him to freeze too?”

Elizabeth and William both looked at Buffy in shock after her outburst.

“Alright, I gather I should leave you both alone now.” Smiling sadly, she went into her room.

“You weren’t very kind to her.”

“Yeah, well, you know how I feel about this.” Buffy draped a blanket over William’s shoulders. “I think it’s stupid and unfair.”

“She means well and I’m willing to do anything that will ensure your safety, Buffy.”

“We still have days. I was promised an entire month. I hope you don’t think I’m being a baby about this, but I don’t think that you need to be tied up every night. I want you in our bed.” Buffy sighed, giving him a kiss on the top of his head. “Fine, fine, don’t look at me like that, I’ll apologize tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” William said, grinning. “Try to sleep, love…for me?”

“You did that on purpose, just to make my heart feel all melty.” Buffy laughed, kissing him on the lips. “You know I’ll do anything for you,” she whispered.
***

“This isn’t working,” Buffy grumbled, tossing and turning on the couch. “I tried, but I miss you. It’s driving me crazy, I see you, but I can’t be with you.”

“Buffy,” William sighed.

“I don’t see you sleeping. That chair can’t be comfortable.” She stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest.

“I’ll manage…sooner or later…”

“Sooner or later, my ass. It’s too bad we can’t tie you to our bed, now that would be fun.”

“I…eh…” William squirmed as Buffy looked at him hungrily.

“You don’t have to say anything.” She sighed out of frustration. “I just wish that I could hold you. I really do miss you.”

“I would love to be in your arms as well,” William whispered back.

“Hell, we can do this!”

“Do what?” William watched as Buffy came towards him with her hands full of bedding.

“You’ll see.” She settled in his lap and pressed against him. “I hope your legs don’t fall off.” Wrapping them in blankets, she snuggled into him. “Wake me if I get too heavy, but I need this, William.” Humming, she held him tightly. “We both do.”

William closed his eyes, thankful for their contact. “I was feeling lonely.”

“I don’t want you to ever feel like that while you’re here with me, William.” Petting his face, she tilted her chin and allowed their lips to meet.

He rested his forehead against hers when their sweet kiss came to a close. “I wish I could touch you—feel your skin under my fingertips…”

“Oh, William,” Buffy whimpered, her hands sliding under his t-shirt. “I’ll just have to touch you more, huh?”

“Just keep in mind that I’m bound….”

“I won’t let you get too excited, I promise.” Laughing softly, she continued to kiss and nuzzle his neck and face. “We should sleep anyway, it’s late. I spent all that time whining. But are you sure you’re comfortable?”

“Yes, yes, don’t go.”

“I don’t think I could if I wanted to; just promise me that you’ll be here in the morning.”

“I’ll be here.” William sealed his promise by kissing her.

“I’m looking forward to tomorrow…”
***

“Buffy,” Elizabeth said, shaking her gently.

“Shoo, I’m sleeping,” Buffy whined.

“William is untied now.”

“Mmmm…good.” She sighed as his arms surrounded her. “Thank you and…about last night, I’m sorry.” Buffy smiled, her eyes still closed, as William pressed his lips against her brow, giving his approval. “I was mean and I…I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no harm done, I understand, but it seems like you managed very well.”

“Yeah, and see? No Spike here,” Buffy smirked.

“I’m happy to hear that, I wasn’t ready for him to go so soon either.”

“I hope you don’t mind, but I was thinking I could have William all to myself today.”

“You’re speaking as if I’m not even here,” William whispered so only Buffy could hear. “That’s not very polite, love.”

“Well, I was about to inform you that I’ll be going out...”

“Now?”

“Yes, I want to visit a few museums and I’d like to go shopping.”

“Oh, have fun.”

“You too.”

“You know we will.”
***

“I’ve been waiting all freakin’ month for Elizabeth to leave us in the morning.” Buffy smiled, excited by the thought. “You wanna sit or stand?”

“When and for what?” William followed as Buffy drug him into the bathroom, not sure of what she had in mind. “Buffy…maybe you need your privacy…”

Buffy giggled and continued to undress. William made a strange noise when he stood face to face with a naked Buffy.

“Take off your clothes please,” she said, innocently batting her eyes at him.

“Why?” He gasped and held her hands as they went towards the strings of his pajama pants.

“Because,” smirking, she put his hands on her back, “you can’t take a shower with me in those clothes.” William hissed as his pants fell around his ankles. “Are you going to take off your shirt or do I have to?” Grinding against him, she giggled again when his eyes bugged out. “Yesh, you’ve seen me like this before.”

“Yes, but…”

“Would you rather take a bath? The water may get cold but…” She got his shirt off and he groaned as she crushed against his erection, applying more pressure than before. “It’s up to you.”

“Standing—I’d rather stand.”

“Ok, stay here and I’ll get the water ready.” Seconds later, she stepped into the shower and peeked out of the curtain. “William?”

“You’re sure?”

“What do you think?” She offered him her hand. “But we have to be good because we don’t have any condoms.”

“That would be awkward,” William muttered, joining her behind the curtain.

“No, it’d be fun, but dangerous and slippery.”

“But standing?”

“Yes, standing.”

“How?”

“William, I could paint you a picture,” she teased, nudging him under the water. “You’d hold me up and you could use the wall as support.” She wasn’t sure if it was the words or the hot water that was making William’s face red. “Need more description?”

“No,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Maybe we could practice in the bedroom and move up to the shower because if you swooned, we’d both be goners.”

“Practice…?”

“You’re gonna smell like me,” Buffy said, changing the subject. “You mind smelling like flowers?” William nodded and moaned as Buffy lightly scratched his head, shampooing his hair. “See? Nice. And you looked so afraid to shower with me. Let’s rinse.”

“What’s that?”

“A sponge of the future. You know, if you had your eyes open, you could see, baby.” William jumped as she started to wash him using her pouf. “Hey there.”

“Hello,” he croaked. Buffy was kneeling, smiling up at him and washing below his waist as he slowly opened his eyes. “I—the first few days here I got soap in my eyes and it stung and,” William took a deep breath as Buffy handled his cock lightly, “it, um, stung. I went temporarily blind, Buffy.”

“But when I’m down here, your eyes are safe. Oh, I think I missed a spot. Hold this.” She gave the pouf to William and went towards his swollen erection with both of her hands.

“You said we were going to behave,” he whimpered. His eyes rolled back and when he recovered, he saw Buffy give his weeping head a quick lick. “Oh, oh, now Buffy…”

“Sorry, I know I should’ve given you a little heads up but I didn’t want to chicken out.” She continued to stroke him with her fingers as she licked her lips. “Not bad,” she muttered.

“Buffy,” he gasped.

“Remember, in through the nose and out the mouth. Don’t swoon on me already, I was just curious, but…did it feel okay? Scoot back and lean against the wall.” She nudged him and when he seemed to breathe more steadily, she pounced, licking him again as if he were an ice cream cone.

“Good Lord.”

“Put your hands in my hair, I need a little guidance here, baby.” Buffy soon found a lazy rhythm after sliding him into her mouth. Taking her time, she brought him to orgasm.

“Buffy, Buffy,” he whined, reaching for her. He frowned once she got to her feet and avoided his arms. “What’s wrong?”

Buffy grunted and pointed at her full mouth. Looking away, she held up her hand and swallowed. “Not bad,” she whispered.

“I may be misunderstanding, but did you just…”

Buffy nodded, blushing. “All gone.”

“Are you upset? Isn’t that…disgusting?”

“I’m okay, but I think you pulled out some of my hair.” Buffy put her hands on her head. “Am I bald?”

“No, I’m sorry, I—it felt so good that I must’ve—I’m so sorry.”

“William?”

“Yes, Buffy?”

“I’m teasing. Lightening the mood.” She smiled, biting her lip. “I liked it.”

“Really?” he asked softly.

“Yeah.” Buffy continued to blush as she went into his arms. “I like anything that makes you know how much I love and want you. It wasn’t dirty or nasty, not to me anyway...not anymore.”

“You thought it was at one point?” William sighed as Buffy buried her head in his chest.

“Yeah.”

“You don’t have to do that. I know how you feel.”

“I liked it, it made me kinda proud…it’s hard to explain.”

“I think I understand.”

“Did you like it? Honestly?”

“Couldn’t you tell?”

“Uh, yeah.” Buffy laughed softly. She felt her throat tighten. “We’re wasting water. You wanna wash me now?”

“Do want me to—uh—to you?”

“No, not in here and not unless you really want to. God, look at us and our blushing faces, how embarrassing, huh?”

“I like that you blush, it makes me feel like less of a novice.”

“Well, I think I’m going to send you home being novice-free.” William pulled her chin up for a kiss and Buffy clung to him. “You’re already the best kisser ever. Besides, we’ve been learning together all along.”

“You flatter me,” William said, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I speak the truth. Kiss me again, it makes me all tingly.”

“And tingly is good?”

“The best.” Buffy moaned into his mouth as he kissed her slowly. Now he’s showing off, she thought, delighted.
***

“May I?”

“Sure.” Buffy handed him the brush and she closed her eyes as he combed her hair.

“Your hair dries very quickly and it’s always so soft.”

“Mmmm, you hungry?”

“Always, love.”

“Can you tie it back for me?”

“When my mother is sick, I help her with her hair. Someone found out and people teased me about it…”

“Well, they were stupid people. Tell me their names and I’ll beat up their grandchildren.”

“I appreciate it, but violence is not always the answer to everything, love. I hate violence.”

“Oooh, it’s not nice to tease me.”

“I find it amusing that you want to, eh, beat everyone up. You’re so small, but I know you’re very strong. Stronger than any man I’ve ever met. You’re like an oxymoron--.”

“Hey! Don’t call me a moron!”

“Buffy, you’re a contradiction.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good word either.” Once William was done with her hair, she turned and wrinkled her nose at him. “You usually say I’m nice things.”

“You’re delicate, but tough. You’re tender and passionate, but you slay evil.”

“Oh.”

“Like now, you can be demanding and forceful but have a blush on your lovely face.”

“I’m not forceful.” Buffy batted her eyes, crawling to him. “Just a tad bossy, but only sometimes.”

“I’d hate to be on your bad side.”

“You could never be on my bad side.” She sat in his lap and pushed him back so she could sprawl out over his body. “Kiss me.”

“Forceful. See, what did I tell you?” Chuckling, William responded enthusiastically to her passionate kiss.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Buffy and with all my heart.”

“Swoon,” Buffy whispered. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” William whispered back, looking into her eyes. “Probably more than I should.”

“What that’s supposed to mean? I want you all the time and there’s no ‘limits’, William, there’s no ‘proper’. That’s the thing I like most about love. We can make and break the rules as we go along.”

“Can I make a rule now, Buffy?”

“Sure.”

“No more touching or kissing until after we eat.”

“That’s a dumb rule,” Buffy teased. “Who needs eating when we’ve got kissing and touching? Food be damned.”

“I’ll make love to you afterward,” William whispered and Buffy’s heart skipped a beat.

“Okay, let’s eat.”
***

“But I’m still chewing,” William said, even though he stood and lifted Buffy off her feet.

“Ew, close your mouth. Hurry and swallow, I want to see if you taste like chocolate.”

“Those cookies were good--.” William was cut off as Buffy kissed him deeply, looking for answers. He walked carefully, trying not to hit anything as they made their way into the bedroom.

“Yummy.”

“Chocolate?”

“Yup.”

“I’m happy to please you, Buffy.” William closed the door with his foot.

“Lock it.”

“Can you? I don’t want to drop you, love.” After she reached for the door, he placed her gently on the bed.

“Wait.” Taking his shirt in her hands, she pulled him down for another mind numbing kiss.

“The bed,” he gasped, trying to breathe.

“Yeah, I’ll help.” Buffy got to her feet and they pulled down the sheets together. Seconds later, they were buried under the covers, with articles of clothing quickly being tossed to the floor. “We didn’t stay dressed for very long.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No way.” Buffy pulled off his shirt as he laughed.

“Can you help?” William struggled with her bra. “These things are tricky contraptions.” He watched in awe as Buffy popped it off effortlessly. “You’re amazing.” His words where muffled as he licked and caressed her nipples. Buffy hissed, running her fingers through his hair.

“Pants…” Her hands worked quickly, pulling his tight jeans off his hips. She cupped his bottom as he rubbed against her. “God, I could burst right now.”

“I know.”

“How about this, we time out and take off our pants real quick?”

“Sounds good.” The blankets were pushed away and the final pieces of clothing were discarded.

Laughing, as they dove back under the covers, soon Buffy found herself pinned underneath William’s body. “Condom.”

“Yes.” Nodding, he reached into the drawer and handed the wrapper to Buffy.

“Ok, baby, whenever you’re ready.” Buffy spread her legs wide and her eyes dazzled as she waited for him to fill her. They whimpered in unison and in relief as he sunk into her. “This is my favorite part,” Buffy purred, slightly wiggling her hips.

“Mine as well.” Keeping still and savoring the moment, he kissed her nose. Buffy laughed, returning the gesture, she gave his nose two kisses as she hugged his waist with her legs. “Buffy…”

“Move…oh, please.” Buffy thrust her hips, causing them both to moan. “This week, I want you to make love to me as much as possible.”

“Yes, Buffy.”

“Whenever, wherever, I don’t care, I just want to feel this way over and over again.” Buffy groaned as William almost pulled out of her and then he came back, pushing into her deeply. “Do that again,” she begged.

“You like that?”

She nodded, biting her lip as he continued to slide in and out. “Oh, my, God.” Closing her eyes, she yanked his head to hers, desperate to kiss him as he tenderly stroked her. I could die, she thought, seeing stars. “I love you so much,” Buffy panted as she tried to prolong the pleasure of traveling to her climax.

“Buffy…I…” With a few swipes from his thumb to her clit, Buffy came, moaning beneath him. A few thrusts later, William collapsed, spent. “Love you, too,” he said, breaking the sound of only their heavy breathing.
***

“Buffy? William?”

“Yes, Elizabeth?”

“Am I interrupting?”

“No,” William said softly. “Buffy’s sleeping.”

“Oh, I won’t say much… I bought something for you today. A new chair, it should be more suitable for you and Buffy to share at night.”

“You didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” Elizabeth said through the door. “I always wanted a chair from Brazil.”

“Is that so?” William laughed softly. “Thank you, I appreciate it and I’m sure Buffy will too.”

“I hope so, I picked up dinner and it’s in the refrigerator. I’ll be in living room if you need me…unless, eh, I should lock myself in my room?”

“No, no.”

“Alright.”
***

“Buffy.”

“Sleeping…come back soon…” Buffy heard him laugh and seconds later her blankets were pulled away. “Hey,” she whined. Her pout deepened once she felt William get out of bed. “Stupid boy.”

“Stupid?” he repeated, amused.

She rolled on her stomach, deciding to ignore the cold. “Yeah, who said you could get up?” She paused, listening and guessing that he was to her left. “What are you doing?” William jumped as she opened her eyes, staring at him.

“I was…I…”

“Going through my suitcase.”

“Yes.”

“Need something?”

“I was going to find you a new outfit and then all these spilled on the floor.”

Buffy dressed in her robe and sat across from him. “That’s Holy Water and that’s a dagger and--.”

“This is a weapon as well?” William picked up the cross that Buffy had thrown in her bag.

“Sometimes…vampires…” She took the necklace and squeezed it in her hand. “Me, not wearing this…it’s like the end of an era.”

“Oh so?”

“Story time,” Buffy said softly.

“I won’t pressure you.”

“No…my boyfriend—my ex—gave me this.” She played with the chain, threading it through her fingers. “I won’t tell you who because,” she sighed, “Spike stuff, I just have a feeling that something not-so-good could happen... Anyway, I used to wear this all the time, and when I got here, I tossed it. It was sorta symbolic: no necklace, no boyfriend.”

“Did he hurt you?”

Buffy nodded, “He didn’t mean to but…yeah.”

“I’d threaten to hurt him, but it would be ridiculous I’m afraid. I try to defend myself at home and I only accomplish looking like a fool but if I could, I’d give him a piece of my mind.” William cupped Buffy’s face.

“Would you shake your fist too?” Buffy asked quietly, smiling as he kissed her forehead.

“Of course and I’d glare.”

“And call me your female companion?”

“Buffy…” he blushed, “my mind was blank and I couldn’t think of a better word and I…”

“Shhh.” She put her fingers to his mouth to silence him. “You know what to do now, right?”

“Yes, Buffy.” Nodding, he pulled her against him and kissed her.

“So, that’s all you wanted to do? Dress me? I thought you were up to something naughty, taking my covers like you did. You could’ve taken advantage of me. I would’ve let you, you know?” Winking, she smoothed down his hair.

“Elizabeth bought us a new chair and I was looking forward to seeing it.”

“She did?”

“I told her it wasn’t necessary, but she bought it. I wanted to thank her.”

“Ok, you go and I’ll get dressed.”

“You sure?”

Nodding, she kissed him again. “I’ll be out in five minutes.”
***

Buffy stepped out of the room and grinned, seeing William in his new chair. “Is it comfy, honey?” She came up behind him and kissed the top of his head.

“Oh yes, the back is high so my neck won’t hurt and the seat is wide enough for two.”

“Dang, it’s huge.” Buffy laughed and sat next to him. “Nice, like it was made for snuggling.” She nuzzled his cheek until Elizabeth cleared her throat.

“I could go in the other room…?” Elizabeth offered.

“No, do you have food?”

“I was warming it for William. If he’s feeling friendly, maybe he’ll share.”

“He doesn’t have a choice.” Buffy playfully nudged him in the stomach, taking from his plate. “What else did you buy? Show and Tell time.”

“Oh, just random odds and ends.” Elizabeth held up her bags and dug through them. “I got some things for my desk, little mementos, a picture frame…a silly board game…”

“Board game? Like Candy Land or something?” Buffy perked up, her mouth full. “Can we all play? What did you get?”

“Chutes and Ladders,” Elizabeth said, blushing. “I’ve collected versions of the game for years…have you ever heard of Snakes and Ladders? Moksha-Patamu?” William and Buffy both shook their heads no. “Right.”

“But I totally know Chutes and Ladders, when I was little it was one of my faves,” Buffy said, excited.

“Alright, we can play on the table. Buffy, you can explain the rules to William while I move things around a bit.”

“It’s really easy—gimme that,” smirking Buffy grabbed more of William’s food, “that’s really good.”

“I know, too bad I can barely have my share with you picking,” William teased.

“Oooh,” Buffy cooed, biting his ear playfully. “Elizabeth, you have more for dinner, right?”

“Yes.”

“See?” Buffy pressed her lips against his neck.

“B-buffy, you were teaching me about the game.” He squirmed, enjoying Buffy’s touches but feeling uncomfortable because Elizabeth was in the room.

“Yeah, well, we’ll get a game piece and all of us will try to reach the finish first. You’ll spin the dial thing and that’ll tell you how many spaces to move your little person. On the way there will be a few chutes and ladders. Get it?” She poked him until he blushed and moved her hands away.

“Buffy…please,” he whispered. “Later.”

“When you’re tied up again?” Buffy pouted and batted her eyes. “This is fun.”

“I can tell you’re enjoying yourself.”

“And you aren’t?” She rolled her eyes, kissing his temple. “Just wait until we get at the table again…”

“Buffy…” William swallowed.

“You’re turning pink, baby. Just look at those ears.”

“Buffy? William? Everything’s ready!”
***

“Sorry, I had to get my slippers.” Buffy grinned at William before sitting across from him. She was happy to see that he was sitting next to Elizabeth.

“That’s alright. William picked out your game piece.”

“This one’s my favorite.” Buffy took the piece that had a girl with blonde hair and pigtails.

“You start Buffy, and we’ll go clock-wise.”

“Okay.” While spinning the dial, she slipped her foot out of her slipper and nestled it between William’s legs. She winked at him as she scooted up to move her character on the board. William coughed. “Your turn, William,” Buffy said sweetly.
***

Chapter 12

“You wanna play again?” Buffy asked cheerfully.

“No, I think four times is enough.” Elizabeth started to put the game away. “I can’t believe you won every time, Buffy.”

“I’m just lucky I guess.” She kept her foot still, knowing that William was as hard as a rock. “You don’t have to do that, we’ll clean up, right William?”

“Yes,” he croaked.

“Are you feeling alright? You look sick, dear.”

“I-I’m fine, Elizabeth.” William smiled weakly.

“Ok, I guess I’ll turn in. Buffy, would you like me to help you tie up William?”

“No.”

“But you will do it, right?”

“Of course, we have a new chair to try out.”

“Ok,” Elizabeth frowned. “I will check later.”

“Check away.”
***

“Don’t move.”

“I don’t think that I can,” William gasped.

“I feel bad now. Don’t move,” Buffy said again before diving under the table.

“Buffy,” William whispered, “get out from under there.”

“Shhh,” she said softly, working on his zipper and pulling him out of his pants. “I’m sorry.” She gave his cock a kiss before caressing him with her hands.

“Buffy—I--.”

“Hold on, I’ll hurry.” Once William gripped the seat of the chair, she placed her hand on his as he came hard.

“Uh.”

“You ok?” Buffy giggled as he rested his forehead on the table.

“Barely.”

“Is there a napkin up there?” Her hand came up on the table and William kissed it, putting the napkin under her fingers. “Thank you.” She dabbed and wiped him clean.

“Are you coming out from under there?”

“Yeah.” She crawled out from underneath the table and William hugged her, hiding his face against her stomach. “I’m not ready to tie you up.”

“I want to sleep in our bed,” he said softly.

“I know.” She rubbed his back as she stood. “But the chair…the new one will be more comfortable, I know it.”

“You’re right.” Sighing, he looked up at her, “I’m not tired though. We slept a lot today.”

“We can watch TV and postpone the tying. Elizabeth said you only had to be bound when I’m vulnerable and I’m feeling good. Go get out of those jeans and meet me in the cuddly chair.”
***

They sat in darkness except for the glow of the TV. In the chair, Buffy rested her head on William’s shoulder and she paid no attention to the show that was on. “Are you watching this?”

“No.”

Buffy threaded their fingers together and stared in off in a daze. “I’ve been thinking… I don’t think you can go out anymore. I don’t want you to accidentally go poof.”

“Poof?”

“If Spike shows up…vampires, in direct sunlight, they turn into dust and kinda blow away. I don’t want that to happen, so, no more beach.”

“We went there enough,” William said, trying to sound optimistic. “Today was wonderful…staying inside was wonderful.”

“It was.” She brushed her lips under his ear and he shivered. “I love you, William.”

He moved in the chair and they grinned at each other as they sat nose to nose. “We can go to the beach at night and sit under the stars.”

“We can bring an extra blanket and maybe your flashlight,” Buffy added just to see him blush. “We’ll make a date out of it. You free tomorrow?”

“I believe so.”

“Maybe we’ll leave a little early so we can see the sunset again. Just to be safe, you can wrap up in Spike’s jacket so you’ll be protected by the sun.” Buffy nuzzled the side of his face with her nose, pressing soft kisses against him. William eagerly joined in and their kisses grew deeper and more passionate. “I’ve also been thinking…”

“Yes?”

“Wait.” Buffy stalled not quite ready to be away from his lower lip. She sucked and played with it until she worried that she’d make it swollen. “I’ve been thinking that Elizabeth never gets up before five in the morning.”

“Are you sure, Buffy?”

“You know what I’m thinking?”

“I’m positive that your thoughts don’t involve me being bound.”

“True…”

“Elizabeth will probably be upset if we ignore her wishes…”

“True, again…but really, what can she do other than scold us?”

“What’s your idea, love?”

“We sleep here but wrapped in blankets. We keep the TV on and in the morning before Elizabeth comes out of her room, we break away quickly and claim that we got up early to watch cartoons.”

“And I’m never tied up?”

“If it makes you feel better, maybe we could loosely tie around your waist. I’ve been looking at the chair and sure it’s bigger for both of us, but I think it could hurt you because it’s so wide. Or, here’s another option, we just run into our room now and take tomorrow morning like a man. When she pounds on the door, we glare and you can give her a weak little, ‘sod off’.”

“What does that mean, sod off?”

“Don’t know, it’s a Spike thing. So, chair or bed? Comfy bed or comfy chair?”

“It’s very tempting…”

Buffy stood, offering him her hand. “You can say that I forced you,” she whispered. “Come on, we only have a few days left.” Buffy bit her bottom lip and tilted her head toward the bedroom. “Please?”

“You don’t have to beg.”

“I know.” She smiled as he got to his feet.

“I’d like to avoid Elizabeth having reason to scold us.”

“We’ll get up early.” Buffy walked backward, her eyes never leaving his face as she led him into their room.

William nodded, shutting and locking the door. “What about lights?”

“Candles.” Nodding, he started to collect all pale colored cylinders that Buffy insisted that they buy weeks ago.

“I’ll light them, don’t worry.” Buffy used the lighter, knowing that when William tried the first time he couldn’t get it to work. She hummed when he came behind her, kissing her neck. Laughing, she traveled around the room and William trailed after her.

“There are a lot of candles.”

“All done.” She spun, wrapping her arms around him and they soon fell on the bed with Buffy covering him with kisses.
***

Buffy wasn’t sure if she was awake or dreaming. She struggled to focus her sleepy eyes on the silhouette in front of her. “Did I sleep too long?” Reaching for him, she sighed as he kissed her. “Oh, wow.”

Chuckling, he traveled down her body, giving her wet openmouthed kisses. After he pulled her nightgown off with ease, he spread her legs and settled between them.

“Hey, hey,” she hissed as his lips brushed against her inner thighs. “Where are those kisses heading?” He mumbled words Buffy couldn’t make out against her skin. “Are you okay?”

He remained silent until he entered her and they both moaned, touching their foreheads together. “Buffy,” he said her name in a raw voice. “Buffy.”

“You teased me,” she whispered. “I thought you were going to be daring there for a minute.”

“Just ask…I’ll do anything for you,” he mumbled as he continued to make tiny noises. His mouth and fingers were everywhere, trying to take in all of Buffy at once. “I love you, Buffy.”

Her heart tightened at his desperate voice. “I love you too.” She laughed softly as he looked at her in awe. “You’re kinda out of it, huh?” When he gave her another smothering kiss, she petted his face and gasped when she noticed that his cheeks were wet. Without another word, she rolled them over and rocked against him. “Whatever it is, don’t worry about it, baby. I love you.”

He closed his eyes as Buffy explored his chest. Once she experimentally bit his nipple, he groaned and bucked his hips. Buffy giggled as he made a sound that was near a growl. “No, I want you slow. I like to make love slowly,” she said but then felt silly afterwards. “I guess you know that by now…but this…you kinda feel different, so, very, very good, William.”

“Buffy?” he paused as if he wanted to say more.

“Yes?” Buffy kissed him sweetly and hummed. “God, I love you.” On the verge of climax, their eyes locked as she rode him leisurely. “William?” Buffy noticed something about him was lacking but she couldn’t put a finger on it.

“Oh,” she froze suddenly after resting her head on his chest, “oh, oh no.” He had no heartbeat.

“Buffy,” Spike’s eyes grew wide. “Buffy, please…”

“No.” She covered her face with her hands and panicked, having no idea what she should do. Seconds later, she allowed him to roll them over but she pulled away when he tried to move her hands.

“I…I’m sorry.”

Words were caught in her throat and her chin trembled uncontrollably.

“I love you so bloody much, Buffy.”

She sniffled and warm tears fell from her eyes. As her body shook from sobs, she barely felt the kisses he dotted up and down her arms and on her fingertips. Buffy whined and closed her eyes tight when Spike held her hands at her sides.

“Let me…I’m here, love.”

“No.” She shook her head, her tears never stopping. “You’re not him. I should’ve known… You sound like him and feel like him…taste…but you’re not him.”

“Guess I’m not.” Even though she didn’t want to, Buffy whimpered when he pulled out of her and looked for his clothes.

“I’ll let myself out.” He shot her a pained look before reaching for the doorknob. “I guess this is the end, Slayer. Hope you and Peaches can patch things up.”

“Spike…” She could barely talk above a choked whisper. “I…don’t leave.”

He crooked his brow and turned from the door.

“I’ve lost William,” she closed her eyes briefly and pulled the covers around her body, “please don’t leave me. They all leave me.” Trying not to hyperventilate, Buffy looked at her hands. She listened as he shuffled, taking off his coat and she didn’t move away as he sat on the bed.

“I shouldn’t have tried that earlier, but I’ve waited for so long, pet, and you where there and very naked and…”

“And you’re evil,” Buffy suggested quietly. She reluctantly scooted towards him. “It wasn’t so bad, but if you try anything else, I’ll kill you.”

“Alright, sounds fair,” Spike cleared his throat and nodded.

“Hold me.” She rested against his empty chest and blinked away the tears that refused to go away. “I’m going to cry some more.”

“You do that.” He sighed and touched her hair. “I’ll tend to you.”

“If you aren’t here, if I fall asleep or something, if and you decide to spare me or some shit like that by leaving, I’ll kill you.”

“Right… I’m not leaving, love.”
***

“Buffy! William! I can’t believe you!”

“Elizabeth?”

Buffy opened her eyes and looked up, catching Spike with a little smile on his face. “She’s going to be so mad.”

“She’ll put me in a bloody test tube.”

“What?”

“You know her and her researching mumbo jumbo.”

“Yeah, you’re her vampire-god-superhero,” Buffy said, rolling her eyes.

“Buffy!” Elizabeth pounded on the door again.

“What?”

“You deliberately did the opposite of what I asked! I bought you a chair!”

“Yeah, well, leave me alone,” Buffy snapped.

“Buffy--.”

“Leave me alone!”

“That was a good one, pet,” Spike teased. “I think I’m deaf.”

“What are we going to do?” She sat up, pulling the sheet tightly around her. “If Elizabeth sees you, she’ll never let you out without giving her enough crap to write another stupid book.”

“I’ll shake her off.”

Buffy frowned, “And then as soon as she knows you’re back, I’m being shipped back to Sunnydale.”

“I could go back,” he suggested carefully. “Find my own way, travel at night.”

“To Sunnydale?”

“To you. If you’ll take me, that is.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I didn’t give you a reason to, did I?”

“You really love me?” He nodded and Buffy inhaled sharply. “What about Drusilla?”

“What about Angel?”

“I broke up with him.” She shifted, feeling uncomfortable.

“Well, I was dumped by her.” He scratched his eyebrow with his little finger as he stared ahead. “Surprised that didn’t come sooner,” he muttered.

“You loved her too?”

“The heart’s capable of loving more than one person.”

“Oh…”

“But that doesn’t mean you didn’t take up all my thoughts, dreams and desires. Dru went mad every time I woke up moaning your name. Too bad you couldn’t have a Jane Doe kinda name; ‘Buffy’ definitely singles you out.” Spike laughed but quickly sobered. “What I felt and feel for you, there’s no use comparing it; you win every time against Dru. She’s nothing compared to you.”

“Hmmm and let’s think back. She’s the face of my bloody salvation, my black goddess…?”

“You remember that?”

“Yeah, and it makes me want to heave.” She crossed her arms over her chest, not noticing that it made her sheet hang open.

“Jealous, pet?”

“Of that ho? No way.”

Spike smirked, but he changed the subject. “So, is it a plan?”

“I guess.”

“I’ll get to Sunnyhell as soon as I can. Gotta try for my second chance, yeah?”

“Like I care.” Buffy tried to sound snotty but her voice didn’t cooperate with her wishes. “When are you leaving?”

“As soon as you want me to.”

“It’s sunny outside.”

“Got my coat, it blocks the sun fairly well.”

“No.”

“Alright. Will I be hiding in here all day? Hate to mention it, pet, but I’m feeling fairly peckish, I feel like I haven’t eaten for months.”

Buffy wrinkled her nose, “Where am I going to find blood on the island?”

“Just give me a few minutes with the locals and--.”

“No! No eating people!”

“Why not? It’s what I do.”

“Not if you think you’re coming near me. If there’s even the tiniest chance that I’m loving you, you’re not having blood unless it’s blood from a hospital or pig farm, and that’s after you’ve paid for it too.”

“You want me to become like Peaches! I will not!”

“Then say tootles to your chance.”

“Bloody hell,” he muttered under his breath. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

“Really?”

“Don’t sound so surprised. I’ll do anything for love,” Spike paused to look her in the eye, “anything for you, Buffy.”

“Close your eyes,” Buffy said, her voice tight.

“Why?”

“Because I’m getting out of bed and I don’t want you to look at me.”

“But I’ve seen you…”

“Close your eyes.”

“Prude,” Spike teased, closing his eyes.
***

“Elizabeth, I know you’re mad, but we had a good reason.”

“What?”

“William didn’t feel well last night. I think he caught a bug.”

“Oh?” Elizabeth’s head shot up. “Is he alright?”

“Stomach ache.” Buffy said, wondering if the Watcher would notice that she had been crying all night and that she could barely say William’s name. “I was wondering if you could get him some medicine or something.”

“Sure, sure.” Elizabeth sighed in relief, “And here I thought you both misbehaved because you’re ornery. I knew he looked ill last night…”

“Misbehave, us?” Buffy tried to smile but it was too hard. “Thank you, Elizabeth, I know—I know William appreciates it.” She left the room quickly before the woman could ask her any questions.
***

“Don’t ask.” Hours later Buffy gave Spike a Styrofoam cup.

Spike looked at the cup hungrily. “You’re just in time I was about to burst through the window. All those people parading by like--.”

“Happy Meals with legs?” Buffy suggested quietly, memories flooding her thoughts.

“Buffy…” He ignored the blood and tried to comfort her.

“No.”

“I don’t see why I’m so different. I remember everything, every moment of his life…every moment with you. I remember what was felt… I was there,” Spike said, looking hurt that she rejected him. “I may not have a heart beat, but I still feel…you taught me everything I know about love, sex--.”

“You’re a demon, a killer and my,” she struggled, “my William didn’t like such ugly business.”

“Sorry, forget that I said anything.” He looked away but Buffy saw that tears were in his eyes.

“You can leave early in the morning.” Buffy sat on the bed and watched him as he sipped the blood. “If you need money…”

“No, no… Buffy, where did you get this?” He stared at her and he shook the cup again. “Where?”

“I told you, I’m not telling. Hey!” She squirmed as he grabbed at her arms.

“Hell, Buffy! I would’ve starved!” He dropped her bandaged arm.

“I know, that’s why I--.”

“No, I would have rather starved.” Looking into her eyes, Spike growled at her. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Well, I did,” she blushed, trying to get away from him, “and now I’m seeing how stupid it was.”

“Wait,” Spike caught her and pulled her back gently. “I take it back, alright? Thank you.”

“Too late, mister.” Buffy’s mouth scrunched up in a pout as she glared at him.

“Love, don’t look at me like that.” He smiled, holding her chin in his hand. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself for me, but I’m touched by the gesture.”

“I’m the Slayer, Spike. I know what I can and can’t do.” Her heart sped up. “Don’t you look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like…like you’re about to kiss me.”

“You know me well.” He leaned towards her and Buffy closed her eyes. When they kissed, Buffy started to cry. “Buffy…”

“Do I really know you?” She asked the question that had been pounding in her head all day as she walked around the island, trying to sort her thoughts. “Do I?”

“You made me. The moment I saw you, you claimed me, Buffy. You know me.”

“I feel like I cheated on him,” Buffy confessed.

“I just want to love you, Buffy. Let me take over where he left off. I have William in me. Fuck, I even keep a notebook.”

“You still write poetry?” Buffy smiled for the first time since William’s departure.

“Yes, but don’t tell anyone.”

“Still about me?”

“Every syllable.” He grinned at her and Buffy could’ve sworn that William was back in her arms. “It’s good stuff. I think I owe you a reading under the stars.”

“You do.” Buffy sniffled. “But Spike, really, before more happens, I want to love you too.”

“Do you think that’s possible?” He swallowed and looked as if he was afraid to be hopeful.

“I think I told you that before, didn’t I?” She laughed softly as he held her tight.

“I love you, Buffy.”

“I know you do,” she smiled warmly and ignored the tears in her eyes. “I’m happy that you do.”

“All I want is to see you happy, pet.” He flashed her a smile before kissing her again.
***

“How long do you think it’ll take?”

“Don’t know.”

“It takes me a day on the airplane.”

“Then it shouldn’t take me more than two or three,” Spike said with a nod.

“You want this stuff?” Buffy carefully placed William’s belongings on the bed were Spike was lying.

“You keep it, pet.”

“Take the journal.”

“No, he’d want you to have it and I do too.” He thumbed through it with a nostalgic look on his face. “This is yours, along with everything else.” Spike gave the stuffed groundhog a squeeze and rolled his eyes, looking at the collection of Happy Meal toys.

“Thank you,” she said, secretly relieved. “Elizabeth should be asleep by now.”

“You getting rid of me?”

“No,” Buffy said quietly, not responding well to his teasing question.

“Buffy.” He sat up and before Buffy knew what was happening, she was in his arms. “I’ll be coming back for you. In fact, you’re never getting rid of me. I promise to be the thorn in your lovely side forever.”

“Yay, my very own stalker.” Buffy’s voice wasn’t as sarcastic as she had hoped. She sighed and wiggled into him. “Maybe you should go now and then I won’t have to wait so long.”

“You’ll miss me?” Spike asked in a husky voice.

She nodded, not able to say the words.

“Can I get a kiss for luck?”

Nodding again, she whimpered as he kissed her.

“Wait for me…just a few days, I’ve waited…”

“I know,” Buffy kissed his cheek. “I know, Spike.”
***

Conclusion

“Tell me all about Brazil!” Willow smiled widely, playfully knocking into her boyfriend, Oz. “I want to know everything!”

Buffy tried to ignore her jealousy but seeing the happy couples that populated her high school, made Buffy feel terrible. Every hand that was held, every kiss that was sneaked in the hallway made her miss her boyfriend even more. She missed William and his little grins and how they could kiss in the sunlight for hours. Buffy also missed Spike, who hadn’t returned after six days, she missed his careful touches and hopeful glances as he tried to make his own place in her heart.

“Brazil was good.”

“That’s it? Tell me about the weather, the plants, and the people—oh, oh, the boys!”

Buffy tried to soak up some of her friend’s enthusiasm but it seemed too difficult. In the past month Buffy had fantasized about this moment, she thought over and over again how good it would feel to tell everyone about her whirlwind romance. She wanted to brag about William: how beautiful he was, how talented, how much he loved her but sitting across from Willow and Oz, she didn’t want to share her story with anyone.

“The weather was nice, the plants were green and the boys… I didn’t pay much attention to them,” she said flatly. “I had a really, really good time, Will. If I could go back and relive it, you’d never see me again.”

“Wow, that good?”

“That good.” Buffy tried to smile but it came out awkward. “So, is there any evil I should know about?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Giles wouldn’t let us patrol with Angel,” Oz said. “There’s definite bad vibes between them.”

“The baddest,” Buffy agreed quietly. “Guys, I think I’m going to see Giles and get a recap.” She gathered the remains of her lunch.

“Are you Bronzing with us tonight, Buffy?” Willow asked cheerfully. “Everyone will be there and Oz is opening for a new band.”

“I…I doubt it.”

“Buffy, you’ve been such the loner-girl lately.” Willow pouted. “Come on and join the party.”

“Will…”

She jumped to her feet and pulled Buffy aside. “If you come tonight, we’ll be able to talk. You can tell me all about the boy you’re missing.”

“Boy? There’s no boy,” Buffy lied weakly.

“Yeah right. I heard you growl when Xander kissed Cordy yesterday. You’re totally missing someone. It’ll be fun and I’ve missed you, Buffy, we need to catch up.”

Looking at Willow’s pleading eyes, Buffy sighed, “Alright but I’m not saying for long.”
***

“His name was William.” Buffy sighed and closed her eyes briefly. “He was a poet and the sweetest guy ever.”

“A poet?” Willow gushed as they sat at the Bronze. “What’d he look like?”

Buffy bit her lip and tried not to say that he looked just like Spike. “He had blonde hair that was very soft and blue eyes…he was very handsome.”

“How’d you meet?”

“He was upset and I managed to calm him down. We became friends that quickly became more than friends. We talked and walked on the beach…I loved him so much Willow.”

“Wow, so have you called him since you’ve got back?”

Buffy swallowed at Willow’s innocent question. “No, I can’t call him.”

“Why not?”

She opened her mouth to respond but something caught her attention and Buffy turned in her chair. She ignored Willow as she scanned the crowd of dancing teenagers and college students.

“Buffy?”

“Wait.” Buffy stared intensely and she stood when she saw a glimpse of bleached hair. “I’ll be back.”

Buffy’s heart pounded as she pushed through the crowd. This is crazy, she thought before she set her eyes on the blonde man who was dressed all in black. “About time,” she whispered. She gasped as he faced her, a smirk lighting up his features. Buffy struggled not to run to him.

“And they say dreams never come true.”

“You’re three days late,” Buffy snapped, punching him in the stomach.

Spike doubled over in pain and hissed, “Missed you too, pet.”

“Oh stop, it didn’t hurt,” Buffy said but after he carried on, whining and wheezing for minutes after the blow, Buffy’s concern grew. “Spike stop, it didn’t hurt.” Her eyes grew wide and she nudged him until he stood up straight. “You’re a big baby.” To quiet her fear that she’d actually hurt him; she raised his shirt and touched his stomach. “Did I really hurt you?” she whispered, her heart fell. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Ah, love,” he chuckled, taking her into his arms. “It takes more than a punch to take me down.”

“You were playing with me?” Buffy asked, trying to be upset as he nuzzled her face and hid in her hair.

“I came as soon as I could. Got in town first thing this morning.”

“What took so long?” She whined as he occasionally brushed his lips against her cheeks, forehead and chin.

“Had things to settle with Dru, had to make things set in stone.”

“Oh.”

“I would’ve called but your number’s unlisted,” he said with a grin. “But I’m here now.”

“You are,” she nodded.

“I missed you.” He whispered into her neck. “All I want to do is kiss you but I’m terrified that you may stake me.”

“I won’t.” Buffy promised, still in shock that he was with her.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Spike chuckled as she nodded, looking embarrassed.

Buffy closed her eyes as he carefully explored her mouth. Her heart fluttered as he moaned how much he loved her before lifting her off her feet. “Oh…Spike.” Out of habit, she wrapped her legs firmly around his waist as she kissed the top of his head. “I love when you do this.”

“That’s why I do it, Buffy.” He dodged through the people even with his nose buried deep in her chest.

“Where are we going?” Buffy giggled after they nearly collided into a wall.

“Don’t know, that ok?”

“That’s fine.” Buffy’s face shined bright with a smile and red blush as they stood out in the crowd. She caught Willow’s eye and waved before Spike carried her into the night.
***

A month later…

“So, you and Spike?”

“Me and Spike,” Buffy confirmed with a nod.

“Because you fell in love with him when he was human in Brazil?”

“Yup.”

Xander scratched his head and looked at his friends as they smiled. “I need more guy friends.”

“Isn’t it romantic, Xander?” Willow asked, touching his arm.

“You’re still with him even though he’s an evil bloodsucker?”

Buffy bit her lip, feeling a tingle in her chest. “I love Spike and I love William. When Spike’s alone with me…” she sighed dreamily, “I’m still with him and I plan on being with him for a very, very long time.” Buffy closed her eyes, not needing to see Xander’s disgusted face when Spike stepped out of shadows to wrap his arms around her.

“Ready to go, kitten?”

“Yeah.” She leaned her back against his chest and looked up to kiss him.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Xander announced but he soon yelped after Willow kicked him under the table.

“Have fun guys,” Willow blushed as they continued to kiss and moan in front of them. “Um, Xander,” she said, minutes later, “maybe we should go…”

Xander nodded, eyes wide. “Holy crap, bet they could go at it for days.”

Buffy smiled, letting out another whimper.

“Get a room!”

“Who said that?” Spike pulled his mouth away. “Was it the whelp? I’ll kill him.”

“No, you won’t,” Buffy panted with her head in his chest.

“That’s a very rude thing to say.”

A smile tugged on her lips as she looked him in the eye. “You blushing, Spike?”

“Vampires don’t blush.”

Laughing, she hugged him. “God, I love you, Spike.”

“That so?” His eyes dazzled as he pressed his lips to her temple. “I love you, Buffy. Always have.”

“Maybe we should skip patrolling tonight.”

“You have better plans?”

“Oh yeah,” Buffy curled her finger and beckoned him even closer. “You can make love to me if you want to.”

“Really?” he croaked.

“Come on.” Happiness filled her as Spike gave her a goofy grin. “Let’s go home.”
***

The End.