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William groaned when he heard the buzzing next to his ear, turning to glare at the alarm clock before turning it off with an angry smack. He'd been quite happy to be asleep.

"Ugh. I hate morning. It always comes too early," said a grouchy female voice from his side.

The knowledge that Buffy was nestled in his arms became apparent to his sleep-fogged brain, and suddenly the fact that he was awake didn't seem so bad. "Good morning to you, too, Sleeping Beauty," he teased, kissing the crown of Buffy's head.

Buffy grumbled, even as she snuggled closer to him. "Don't wanna get up. It's nice here."

"We don't have to get out of bed for a little while yet, kitten," William said. "You can get some more sleep if you need it."

Buffy rubbed herself against him. "Or you could wake me up."

William grinned, rolling them over so he was on top of her. He kissed her as his hand slipped down her body, pushing up the bottom of his shirt that she still wore before his fingers found her clit. Buffy moaned against his mouth, her hips thrusting up.

"Waking up now, pet?" William asked as he broke away from the kiss.

"Starting to," Buffy said. "Might need a little more…persuasion."

"Yeah? This help at all?" William asked as he pulled his hand away and slid his cock inside of her.

Buffy groaned, her legs going around his hips. "Yeah…" She moaned, moving with him. "Hell of a lot better than coffee."

"God yes," William agreed, moving faster.

Buffy panted, reveling in the sense of fullness she felt when William was inside of her. It was the best way she'd ever woken up, and she wanted to start every day just like this. She called his name over and over, holding him close to her, needing to feel him against her. She dug her nails into his shoulders when she came, hearing him gasp before he followed her over, spilling himself inside of her.

"Buffy," he murmured against her neck, kissing her there softly. "Baby…kitten…my goddess."

Buffy made a sound of contentment, stretching underneath him. She glanced to the side, frowning at the clock. She wanted to stay there, unaffected by the passing of time. But she couldn't, no matter how much she craved staying with William all day again. She ran her hand through his hair. "We should get up."

He looked down at her face, his lips pouting softly. "Don't wanna…"

"I know. Me either. But we have to. School and all that stuff. And right now we're also both in desperate need of a shower."

William's pout turned into a grin. "Can we do that together?"

Buffy knew that was no way she would get to school on time. But who cared about first period when she could be in a small space with wet, naked William. She grinned back. "Oh yeah."

*** *** ***

William knew what he should do. His tutor would be there soon and Buffy needed to get to class. They'd spent a good bit of time in bed that morning, and William knew that the shag they'd already had should be enough for him until later in the afternoon.

But then Buffy stepped under the spray of the shower and practical, logical thought was a thing of the past. He pulled Buffy out of the water, crushing her lips to his. She moaned, gripping William's shoulders. He tore his mouth from hers, his breathing heavy. "I need you—now."

Buffy's legs trembled as she heard the desperation in William's voice. It hadn't been long at all since he'd last been inside of her and already he was craving her again. "Lift me up against the wall," she instructed him.

William did as she asked, Buffy's legs and arms immediately wrapping around him for support. He reached out to brace himself against the shower wall as Buffy slid down, taking him into her body once more.

Buffy clung to him, moaning his name as water cascaded down his back. She filled all of his senses, surrounded him, and William found himself overwhelmed by how beautiful she was. Every bit of this woman was like art to him and he finally understood what had eluded him for so long in his poetry. This was it, the moment of perfection that poets yearned for. There, in the shower stall, cut off from everyone and everything else, Buffy was his entire world, and she was beauty.

She opened her eyes and they locked with his, her gaze never wavering as William continued to pump in and out of her. It was almost too much, but he couldn't break away, couldn't resist the lure of her eyes. Her body trembled, and William pressed harder against the wall, tilting his body for a deeper angle.

Buffy's body shook, her orgasm close, and her eyes began to shut. "No," William said, his breathing coming in harsh pants. "Don't close your eyes. Keep looking at me."

Buffy did as he asked, her eyes locked with his as she came, and the sheer intensity of what he saw in them pushed William over the edge right behind her. They stayed joined together for long moments afterwards, William unwilling to let her go. He wanted again to be able to tell her what she meant to him, but again fought to keep the words back, simply holding her in silence instead.

She'd let him experience what beauty was, and he could let that be enough.

*** *** ***

"And where were you first and second period?" Willow asked without preamble as she joined Buffy for lunch.

"I was with William," Buffy said with a smile. "His mother's out of town, so we spent the whole day together yesterday. It was so great, Wills. I don't think I've ever been this happy with a guy before. And it's not even only the sex. I mean, last night we just cuddled on the couch and watched television, and that alone was enough to make me so happy."

"You guys were alone all day and you just watched TV?" Willow asked.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Of course not. We had just worn each other out by that point with the all-day sex fest."

"Oh."

"But he's incredible, Willow. Everything about him. When I'm with William, I just feel…lucky."

Willow gave Buffy a small, teasing smile. "It sounds like you're in love."

"That's because I am," Buffy said, unable to keep herself from telling Willow the truth about her feelings. She may not be able to tell William, but she was practically floating after the weekend she'd had with him, and she wanted to gush about it to her best friend. "I know it's soon and all, but the way he makes me feel… I haven't been this happy in, well, ever." She paused, worrying her lip between her teeth for a moment. "But then at the same time, I'm completely terrified."

"Terrified? Of what?" Willow asked.

"Of being in love. Again. Didn't work out so well the last time," Buffy replied. "Although he never made me feel quite like William does, which in a way only makes it scarier. William has the power to completely break me. One word from him could crush me."

"But he's worth the risk, right?" Willow asked.

Buffy's smile returned. "Very. And god, I feel so naïve saying this, because I should know better, but maybe William really is different from the other guys out there. Maybe there's a rare breed that's actually decent, and he's one of them." Buffy looked down, giving an uncharacteristic blush. "Or maybe I'm just talking crazy 'cause I'm still on a high from all the great sex."

"Or maybe he's actually a good guy," Willow said. "I mean, they have to exist somewhere, and William sounds really sweet. Have you told him how you feel about him?"

"That I love him? No way! We've only been together for a week. Decent guy or not, that'll send him running."

"Maybe not. Maybe he loves you, too."

"I don't…" Buffy shook her head. "I don't want to push it. Things are going so well, and when you start brining love into the picture it changes everything. I can't take that risk right now. Even if he is as good as he seems, I can't do anything that might make me lose him. If he's ready to start talking about love then he can be the one to say it."

"I guess that makes sense," Willow said with a shrug. "I've never actually had a relationship, so I don't really know much about them."

"Trust me, you wouldn't know that much even if you had," Buffy replied. "I've been with lots of guys and the whole dating thing is still one big guessing game for me." She sighed. "Someone needs to write another one of those relationship guide thingies only, y'know, make it actually helpful. Like How to Read a Guy's Mind 101."

"Again, not so much with the having of relationship knowledge, but I've found that the best way to figure out what's on someone's mind is to ask them," Willow said.

"That only works if they're telling the truth or if their mind doesn't change later," Buffy grumbled.

"Is that what happened in your other relationship? One of those things?" Willow looked down after she spoke. "Sorry. I'm prying."

"It's okay. I don't really like to talk about it, but yeah, that's what happened."

"Which one—the lying or the mind changing?"

"Either. Both. I don't know," Buffy replied. "It just really didn't work out."

Willow knew she should probably drop the subject since Buffy tended to get touchy where her past was involved, but she'd always found herself really intrigued by the subject. Maybe it was because Buffy kept it such a mystery, or maybe it was because Willow knew that it was completely unlike any sort of life she'd ever lead, she wasn't sure which. But either way, it compelled her. "What was his name?" she asked.

"Angel. Well, Liam, but his nickname was Angel. His last name was Angelus, and everyone said he had a face like an angel," Buffy replied.

Willow leaned forward, resting her face in her hands. "So he was handsome?"

"Yeah. He was the most popular guy in school. He was a junior when we met. I was just a lowly freshman, and I couldn't believe that he would even notice me, never mind want to date me," Buffy said.

"But it didn't work out after all?"

"No. Turns out the whole 'Angel' thing—sorta false advertising. But damn, I was so freaking in love with him. Even after I found out he'd been cheating on me with one of my friends, I still forgave him. And up until recently, I was determined to someday get back with him."

"But now?" Willow asked, wanting to continue her experience of vicarious teen drama.

"No so much," Buffy admitted. "The other day, I pulled out an old notebook of mine because I thought it could have some stuff in there that would help me study for a test, and I saw on the back where I'd doodled our names. Buffy and Angel forever, or something like that. Just a few months ago finding that would've had me breaking into hysterics. But it didn't. If anything, it made me think of what a jackass Angel was—and how much better William treats me."

"So that's good, right—finding someone better than Angel?"

"Yeah, it is," Buffy said, her smile slowly returning. "Yesterday we, well, we did some stuff that I doubt you would want to know the details of, but I felt totally relaxed—like I could trust him completely. I never felt that with Angel. Not once. I could never just let myself go with him the way I can with William. I feel like Will's really there with me, enjoying everything in the same way I am. And the way he looks at me… There's so much emotion in his eyes. And they're so blue—like an ocean I could drown in."

Willow giggled. "You've got it bad."

"I know. I've gone all obsesso-girl," Buffy said. "It's a little pathetic. Like Friday in English, I realized that I'd been doodling his name all over my test—and dotting the I's with little hearts. Luckily it was a test on the Romantic period and I convinced the teacher that I just really enjoyed Wordsworth's poetry. And I'll start thinking about and get this really dumb grin on my face—like the one I probably have right now."

"It's not dumb. It's sweet," Willow insisted.

"I don't know. I feel like I'm setting myself up for a heartbreak."

"Maybe not. Maybe you guys will be one of the rare couples that meet when you're young and stay together until you're all old and gray and toothless."

"You really think that's possible?" Buffy asked, a small flicker of hope in her eyes.

"Sure," Willow replied. "And it's so romantic…"

Buffy thought about what it would be like to really get to spend her life with William. Could she even dare to hope for such a thing? She already had no doubt in her mind that she could be deliriously happy with him for years to come. "It would be, wouldn't it? Falling in love in high school and staying together forever…" Buffy's smile widened again, unable to prevent the romantic fantasies that this bit of girl talk had brought to her mind. Part of her was screaming to stop it, to remember Angel and what loving him like this had done to her. But another louder part was telling her how sweet and wonderful William was. The past weekend had been one of the best of her life, and it was because of him.

Buffy let herself hope.

This time it could be different…

*** *** ***

William paced back and forth in front of the door, waiting for Buffy to get back from school. He thought she would've been there already and he was starting to get antsy. He'd been separated from her too long already.

Finally, there was a knock at the door and William ran to it, throwing it open. He saw Buffy standing there in a pair of black leather pants and a red tube top, her hands behind her back, and he almost choked on his tongue. Shaking himself out of his momentary stupor, he gave her a slow smile. "Hey, kitten. Missed you."

"Missed you, too," Buffy said with a saucy grin as she brought her hands around from behind her back, revealing a bottle of chocolate syrup in one and a can of whipped cream in the other.

"Wanna play?"

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I'm sorry this chapter took longer than the others. I wrote over 100 pages worth of fic in just a little over two weeks, and I burnt myself out. I needed to give my muse a little time to refresh. Thank you very much to those of you who waited patiently. To those of you who got on my case, please, bear in mind that I am actually human and not a fanfic writing machine. Posting every day is not an easy thing to do at all, and it got to be too much for me for a little while there.

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