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"Up for a study break?"

William looked up from the textbook he'd been reading when Buffy climbed in his window. "Someone's going to see you doing that," he said.

Buffy pouted. "That's the hello I get. I'm hurt."

"You…you just shouldn't sneak in here like that," William said, closing his book. "It might make people think…"

"That I'm sneaking into your room to fuck your brains out?" Buffy asked perkily.

William blushed. "Well, yes."

Buffy shook her head. "You are something else, you know that? Just this morning, I caught you with my panties around your dick and then proceeded to fuck you—while using said panties as a gag, I might add—and yet you still manage to blush at the thought of someone speculating about what we might be doing up here."

William turned redder. "It…it's proper for a young woman to be sneaking into a gentleman's room in such a manner."

Buffy rolled her eyes, walking over to the bed and pushing his books off of it. "Baby, when are you going to get it through your head that I don't care about proper?" She got up on the bed, kneeling in front of him. "Now are you happy to see me or not?"

"I…I am, but…my mother is home and awake. You…you shouldn’t be here like this."

"Like what?" Buffy asked. "I'm just sitting here. Fully dressed and everything. And besides, your mother was home this morning, too."

"Yes, but I didn't use good judgment this morning," William said, wishing his cock wasn't already responding to her. He shouldn't do anything with her when there was a chance his mother could catch them. "And I know you're not planning to stay fully clothed."

Buffy's eyes widened, her mouth forming an "O." "William! You naughty boy! What are you suggesting—that I would only come to you with sex on my mind? And here I thought you wanted me for more than my body!"

"Buffy…I…I didn't mean to assume…I…"

Buffy broke out into a fit of laughter. "It's just too easy with you. Silly boy, of course I want sex. Now strip."

"We shouldn't. May…maybe later. After mother has gone to bed."

"But Willlliam," Buffy whined. "I'm horny noooooooow."

William closed his eyes as a shiver ran through him. He'd always thought himself to be intelligent, prided himself on the fact that even if he didn't have looks and social skills he at least had a brain. But when Buffy was around, it seemed like he didn't even have that anymore. He was hers completely, nothing but a quivering mass of desire, desperate for her touch.

"So, you feel like learning how to eat pussy?"

William's eyes snapped open at her question. "What?"

"My pussy. Wanna eat it?" Buffy asked with a smirk.

William turned his usual shade of deep red. He wasn't sure he understood Buffy completely, but he did enough to know it was something dirty. "I…I don't know."

"Well, then we'll just have to find out." Buffy stood and started to remove her clothes. When William did nothing but stare, she put her hands on her hips. "This is a naked party, William. Clothing is not allowed."

William swallowed, licking his lips as he stood and began to disrobe. Buffy smiled as she got on the bed, lying down with her legs spread. "What…what am I supposed to do?" he asked.

"Put your head between my legs," Buffy instructed, the mischievous twinkle that William had come to both love and dread in her eyes.

He nodded, climbing shakily to the bed. He remembered his desire from the night before to smell the delicious scent that had been on her panties straight from the source, and he thrilled at the idea of getting to do so even as he was filled with trepidation. Putting his mouth there. That sounded quite improper indeed. But Buffy had done the equivalent for him, and he'd enjoyed it. Would she experience as much pleasure as he had?

William settled himself between her legs, looking down at her bare pussy. Even after having sex with her the night before and that morning, he still hadn't really gotten a chance to get a good look at this particular part of her anatomy. It wasn't quite what he expected, with all the folds of pink, delicate flesh. Yet, like the rest of her, it was far from unattractive. "You're beautiful here," he said softly, the words coming from his mouth almost unbidden.

Buffy looked down at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. "And your scent…it's intoxicating."

Buffy shivered. Could this man get any better? He had abs of steel, a cock that would make a horse jealous, and he wasn't turned off by getting up close and personal with her womanly bits? She wondered if maybe she'd died on the way to that party and this was Heaven. She could be quite happy right here for all eternity. "Go ahead, baby," she said, arching her hips a little.

"I'm…I'm not exactly sure what to do," William admitted.

"That's okay. Just take some time to explore," Buffy told him. "Touch me with your fingers. You've already proven you're good at that. And I'd love for you to use your mouth, but some guys don't like the taste, and I won't force it on you."

William nodded, telling himself to just not be so shy. Buffy wanted him to do this. And he'd done a good job with her so far. Why should he be afraid?

"Because you could make a wrong move and make her never want to speak to you again, you git," chided his inner voice. He shook his head, trying not to listen to it. Buffy was waiting for him to make her feel good. Tentatively, he ran his index finger between her folds, smiling slightly when he heard Buffy whimper.

"That's good, baby. Touch me some more."

He ran his finger up and down, feeling warm liquid come from her as he did. He remembered feeling the same thing whenever he'd been inside her, and he took a deep breath as he decided to ask about it. "You're….you're wet down here."

"Mmm…yeah," Buffy said, practically purring. "It's 'cause you're making me hot."

"So…it's not…always wet?"

Buffy gave him a saucy grin. "It is when you're around. But no, not always. Not like this. Means I'm horny."

"Oh." William remembered there had been damp fluid on her panties and assumed it must've have been this. He recalled the faint taste of it when she'd shoved those panties in his mouth, and wanted to know what it tasted like fresh. And Buffy had said she wanted that, too... He stuck his tongue out tentatively, pressing it against her.

Buffy whimpered at the light contact. "More, baby. Lick me."

William was emboldened by her encouragement, and he pressed more of his tongue against her, moaning at her taste. Buffy bit her lip to stop herself from crying out, keeping her vocalizations down to tiny mewls and whimpers as William licked her in earnest. When he pushed his tongue inside her, her hips shot up before she could control them, her hand going down to grab his hair.

William's eyes opened in surprise at Buffy's sudden reaction, but he took it as a sign that she was enjoying what he was doing and didn't stop. Her fingers were tugging at his hair, but it didn't bother him. Instead, he found he kind of liked it, much as he had when she'd scratched him with her nails before. He lapped at the inside of her hungrily, making near-guttural sounds as he did. Her taste and scent were driving him wild. It was like pure essence of Buffy, and he couldn't get enough.

Buffy thrashed on the bed, William's enthusiasm more than making up for his lack of experience. She'd never known a man to be this into giving oral sex, and it was driving her crazy. He had her so close, her body tense, waiting for that final push. "My…my clit…" she said between pants. "Lick it, baby."

William pulled his tongue out of her, hearing her whimper as he did. She'd told him to lick her clit, but he could tell she'd liked having something inside of her as well. Deciding to improvise, he slid his finger inside her pussy as he moved his mouth up. He reached out with his tongue, looking for the nub he'd felt under his fingers the night before, and licked it, flicking back and forth as he slid his finger in and out of her.

Buffy groaned, her grip on his hair tightening. "M…more…" Buffy begged. "Another finger. And…and curve them up…"

William did as she said, his fingertips pushing up against the roof of her pussy as he did. Buffy bit her lip so hard she drew blood as she came, arching into his mouth. Her body shook violently, and when she finally flopped back to the mattress, she felt boneless.

"Holy fuck," Buffy panted. She looked down at William who was now kneeling between her legs, licking his lips. "You're good."

"I…I am?" He pushed his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose. He thought it would probably be safer for them if he took them off when he was with Buffy, but he wanted to be able to see her clearly. She was so beautiful…

"Oh, yeah. You eat pussy like a pro, baby." She smiled at him, shivering at the sight of his disheveled appearance. She'd mussed his hair but good, and the curls were more prominent than usual. She held her arms out. "C'mere."

William moved up beside her without protest. "Yes?"

"Wanna play with your hair," she told him, her fingers immediately working their way through the tresses.

"Why do you want to do that?" William asked, though he was arching into her touch like a cat. "I have horrible hair."

"No you don't," Buffy said. "I mean, yeah, you could use better styling tips, but it's not a lost cause. These curls have some definite merit. Just need to work with them some."

"I…I don't think so."

"I do," Buffy said. She gave him puppy dog eyes. "Let me do your hair?"

William couldn't tell her no—not when she was naked, flushed from orgasm, and looking at him like that. "Okay."

"Great! I'll make an appointment with my stylist."

"What?!"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "You said I could do your hair."

"I said you could do my hair."

"But the stylist will do a better job," Buffy argued. "I mean, do you really want to let me near your head with scissors?"

"I don’t know. It doesn't seem…"

Buffy rolled her eyes before sliding down his body, taking his cock in her mouth. She sucked eagerly for a few minutes before pulling up, crossing her arms over his abs and resting her chin on them.

William looked down at her, wild-eyed and obviously confused. "Wha…"

"Go see my stylist?"

"Yes, anything you want…" William promised. He pushed his hips up. "Please Buffy…"

Buffy grinned as her mouth engulfed him again.

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William watched Buffy as she lay on his chest, her eyes closed and a contented smile on her face. "Happy, luv?" he asked softly, brushing her hair away from her forehead.

Buffy's smile grew. "Mmmhmm. You fuck good."

William chuckled, dropping a kiss on top of her head. The sex they'd had after the blow job she'd given him had been incredible, but this… Having a woman so content to lay there in his arms made him happier than he'd ever remembered being before. "Buffy?"

"Hmm?"

"Do…do you think if I change my hair, people will stop teasing me as much?"

Buffy opened her eyes, looking at him now. "Maybe. Could be a start."

William sighed. "I'm so tired of being an outcast, Buffy. I…I know my poetry isn't very good, but when they mock it…"

Buffy vaguely remembered hearing some of the guys in Cecily's group tearing into someone who had written poetry back at the party. That had been William? Her heart broke to think of this poor, unassuming, gentle man being subjected to that. "Oh, honey. Do they do that a lot?"

He looked down and nodded. "All…all the time. It's why Mother started getting me a private tutor. I…I couldn't get through a day of school without…without them teasing me."

Buffy's stomach turned. If it had been bad enough for his mother to pull him out of school, it had to have been more than teasing. "How bad was it?"

William swallowed. It embarrassed him to think about the things that had been done to him, how often he'd been the object of ridicule and torment. Would Buffy think less of him if she knew? Would she finally realize how much better than him she was? "It…it was bad."

"Did they hurt you?"

William nodded, a lump forming in his throat. He didn't want to tell her any more, didn't want to tell her how they'd hit him, laughing when it made him cry. He'd never been able to take it, never been able to be tough.

Buffy pulled his head to her chest, stroking his hair. "We can show them, William. We can show them what you can be."

"How?" he asked, looking up.

Buffy smiled softly at him. "Well, you already get major bonus points for having such a damn sexy girlfriend. I mean, snagging someone like me just screams cool." She winked at him, and William smiled, relaxing a little. "And as an added bonus, I'm also like the fashion queen. Let me take you shopping after we get you hair done. A new wardrobe, maybe some contacts—you'll be like a new man."

William looked down. "I'm not sure how you can stand to look at the man I am now."

"Don't do that. Please," Buffy said. "I'd like you just as much if you stayed this way. You're a very good looking man, Will. But you don't—accentuate your accents. You've got a great body, but you hide it with the type of clothes you wear. And while I do admit, I find your glasses quite sexy, they hide those beautiful eyes of yours. You won't really have to change anything about yourself to be totally model-gorgeous, babe. You just need to learn to show off what you've got."

"I…I can try."

"Trust me, William. You've got major assets." Buffy grinned, pinching him on his behind. "Emphasis on the ass."

William chuckled softly. He knew Buffy was just placating him, trying to cheer him up because he'd gone and acted like an enormous git around her again, but it still warmed him to know that she cared enough to at least pretend he wasn't a helpless case. He pulled up, kissing her. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being kind to me."

Buffy's heart clenched. He was grateful for simple kindness? She felt a surge of protectiveness towards the man in her arms. He may not believe that he had the potential to become a major hottie, but she knew he did. She'd show those people who had been mean to him, especially that bitch Cecily. Let the skank know exactly what she'd passed up on.

Buffy smiled to herself as she made her plans for William.

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I've had several people compare Buffy to Faith in this fic, and I just wanted to say that that's not what I'm going for at all. Yes, Buffy's a little more "wild" in this fic and she is sexually experienced, but I don't see it being in a Faith-like way. For one, Faith would most likely not care for William's feelings in the way Buffy does or want to continue a relationship with him after sleeping with him. Think Faith's tryst with Xander… Also, there is canon support for Buffy acting this way with William/Spike in particular—balcony sex, handcuffs, things Spike couldn't spell… So yes, this Buffy is sexually aggressive, but I don't think I've portrayed it in the love 'em and leave 'em way that Faith is.





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