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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanks everyone! Special thanks to Franchesca for her help on this chapter.
Chapter Ten

"Wow," Buffy said nearly breathless as they lay in the middle of William's living room on the floor, naked.

"I'll say," he chuckled and rolled from his back to his side to gather her up
in his arms. He kissed her forehead tenderly. "All right, sweetheart?"

"I definitely don't need to go to the gym," she quipped and he laughed. The
pair had spent the day out in the city, just walking and talking, laughing and
not having a care in the world. Well, PRETENDING not to have a care in
the world—at least for Buffy who was constantly looking discreetly over her
shoulder to make sure no one they knew saw them. It hurt some part of
her to feel the need to do that. Will, on the other hand, seemed blissfully
unaware of her concern and showered her with affection that she was sure
made others around them blush on occasion.

They'd gone to have a late lunch at a small little restaurant on the corner
near William's apartment and while Buffy was thoroughly enjoying her
yogurt parfait, William had been watching her hungrily as if he wanted to
consume her. Needless to say, he'd gotten them out of there quickly after
that, practically running to his penthouse and barely making it through the
door before he was on her.

Buffy couldn't argue. It was hot. With a capital H, capital O and capital T.
She was finding that his fervent lovemaking made her lose all sensibility
and then when it was over, she was left breathless and not quite sure what
had just happened. But before she could gather her thoughts, he was there,
holding her, cooing to her. His attention was at once addictive and
overwhelming.

She felt as if she were on a whirlwind roller coaster that didn't stop to pick
up other passengers such as Retrospect or Insight. It just kept going with
Desire, Passion and pint sized Recklessness. It'd only been a day and she
was already wondering when it would crash itself off the tracks and how hurt she was going to be and whether or not she'd be able to walk away or if William would be dragging her onto another ride. She was aware that her feelings for William were moving beyond the adolescent crush she'd been feeling – or thought she was feeling—and into something deeper and more profound. And, with every passing moment, she was sure that it was going to knock her on her ass wondering what the hell just happened only to find William standing there, smiling, and holding the rug he'd just pulled from under her.

She was also aware that her sudden need to run had little to do with the commencement of falling in love, but rather with her inability to process any of it due to William's ardent affection.

She considered herself an intuitive and insightful kind of person, but with
William, she found from the moment they'd re-met, those things took a
backseat to her driving desire to be with him.

It truly was a double-edged sword and she hoped that their affair didn't
leave them in shreds. And she hated the word ‘affair'. It reminded her of
what her father was doing –possibly doing—to her mother. However, that
was how it felt with William wanting to keep it secret. She didn't much feel
the excitement, rather, the dread. He was thinking of the short term
ramifications of them being together while working together, while she was
thinking of the long term ramifications of what would happen if someone
found out.

Especially Dru.

And what would it do for her reputation?

"What are you thinking about, love?" William asked huskily, gliding his
hand down her back and nuzzling her neck. "Hmmm?"

"I—uh—I should get home soon, Will."

He pulled back just smidge and pouted. "Soon, but not yet?"

She smiled, unable to resist that pout. "Soon, but not yet," she agreed,
nodding.

"Good. I'll make us dinner before you go. Until then," he rolled on top of
her, "I think we should work up an appetite, don't you?"


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"Will?"

"Yes?"

Buffy paused, taking a bite of the pasta William had made for them for dinner. They'd spent the rest of the afternoon working up that appetite William had mentioned and watching TV. In fact, Buffy had put on one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers—that he had so far not worn—and made a parody out of pretending she was him watching his crap TV. She even stuck her hand in the boxers on her stomach and propped her feet up on the coffee table with the flicker on her lap. He broke up laughing when he saw her and then joined her. Now that they were both dressed and eating, she figured now would be the time for some insight.

"When was your last relationship?"

His eyes rolled up, thinking. "Couple years ago."

"What happened?"

"I worked too much, she was too needy and then wanted to get married,
even though she didn't like that I worked a lot."

"Did you love her?"

"No."

"How long were you with her?"

"About a year and a half. Maybe two."

Her eyes widened, "And you never loved her?"

He sighed heavily, "It was. . . convenient. She was there to take care of me
and I could appease her from bitching at me by buying her things. There
was companionship—it kept me from being completely lonely."

Buffy looked down at her plate. "Oh." She wasn't sure what to make of
that. For some reason, she had a hard time picturing William staying in any
relationship that he wasn't happy in. He was a passionate and affectionate creature; she couldn't see him spending his time pacifying a woman to stop her from bitching just for the companionship. It made her wonder about their . . . fling? Relationship? What was it exactly? He'd said that he wasn't going to be able to let her go now and that hinted at something serious and her feelings for him were more than just a passing fling and really, she wouldn't risk all she was risking for something casual. She so did not want to do the ‘where is this relationship going' talk with him. It was still too new and she was still trying to get her ‘sea legs' in it herself.

"Buffy," he said and startled her by taking her free hand in his and kissing her palm. "That's not how this is going to be."

"I know," she nodded. "If anything, I'll be the uber busy one and I'll be
pacifying you with gifts," she joked out of nervousness.

He chuckled, "At least we'll get to see each other at work every day
though, right? And you can always come here to study—"

She was suddenly hit with the exhaustion of it all. "One day at a time,
right?" she said lightly.

He nodded, "One day at a time."





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