Chapter Seven
Over the next couple days, William had stopped asking her out to dinner. Buffy was kicking herself for telling William her suspicions about Hank for a whole new reason now.
However, it did give her the opportunity to come home and
see what the what was around the house. Besides, how
many dinners could the man buy? Even if he was a
successful attorney; and even when she had offered to pay
her way, he had flatly refused.
One night, Hank came home late and Buffy had taken Joyce out to a movie. The next night, Hank came home at a reasonable hour and the three had dinner together, a tense dinner, but dinner nonetheless. Then he’d taken Joyce out for
ice cream. Buffy guessed he was covering. When she asked
him if he was feeling guilty about anything he’d ignored her.
Buffy was feeling antsy concerning William. She was
hoping he would have asked what she was doing over the
weekend, maybe ask her out again. She supposed she could
have asked him out, though the idea nearly sent her
hyperventilating.
Her new friend at school, Willow Rosenberg, a red
headed pixie, had asked her if she wanted to come out on
Saturday and attend a club by the name of ‘Envy’. Buffy
agreed, figuring a night out with some new people would
keep her occupied and keep her thoughts off William.
By the time Saturday evening rolled around, Buffy
was more than ready to go out. She’d dutifully spent sometime at home and now she needed to get out. She wanted to be going out with William. The thought struck her that perhaps he’d figured out her feelings for him and had decided it was best he distance himself. The thought cut her deeply.
She dolled herself up for the night. Not dressing for the crisp, cool weather Buffy wore black boot cut pants and a top held together by three ties on the back: One up on her neck, another across her shoulder blades and the other across her lower back. She fluffed out her hair and darkened her makeup for a dramatic effect. She smiled at herself in the mirror and practically ran out of the house when Willow honked for her, making note that Hank was holed up in his study and Joyce was blankly watching TV.
The girls chattered on excitedly and Willow told her all about her boyfriend Oz they’d be meeting up with along with Xander and Anya who would be joining them after their movie. Buffy grumbled that she’d the loser without a date and Willow assured her it wouldn’t matter.
Donning her stamp that clearly stated she could not drink at the fine establishment called ‘Envy,’ Willow led Buffy through the crowd. There was a live band there that night and Buffy wanted to cut loose and dance her little heart out. She felt a pang of sadness when she recalled her dance with William and how she wished he was there with her now.
Gyrating to the music, Buffy let herself go all the while imagining that William was there with her, behind her, his hands on her hips as she moved to the music, whispering how much he wanted her in her ear.
It was a fantasy, nothing she ever expected to happen, or, would be able to handle if it DID happen. She’d be much too nervous to actually have him there with her in such an intimate fashion. But God, how her body yearned for it. Her eyes scanning the crowd, she perused without much thought until—
Her eyes widened and she stopped dancing.
“Buffy?” Willow asked.
“Oh, uh, hold on. I think I see someone I know.”
Without another word, she made her way through the crowd
wanting to get to --
“William,” she said, tapping his shoulder as he leaned
over the bar. He turned to her and his eyes widened.
“Buffy!”
She smiled, “Hi, what are you doing here?”
“I didn’t know that you would be here,” he said,
looking distracted. “Buffy—“
“Hey Will, did you get my drink?”
Buffy turned her head as if in slow motion, having
already recognized the voice as female. She turned to see a
buxom blond with full pouty lips and big blue eyes smiling at
William and sending her the ‘get the hell away from him’ signal
with her eyes.
Buffy now knew what a punch to the stomach felt
like. Scratch that, she’d rather the punch than the all
encompassing . . . PAIN. She wanted to scratch the bimbo’s
eyes out, kick William between his legs and she wanted to
run. All at once. Suddenly there didn’t seem to be enough air
in the club. It was if all the air had gotten sucked out and
Buffy was having a hard time breathing. Could she have an
onset of claustrophobia?
“I’m sorry, I interrupted your date—“
“Buffy—“ William started.
“I’m just going to go back to my friend. I’ll see you later
William.” And she practically ran to Willow, fighting tears. So
much for crap TV, she thought, now I know why he didn’t
ask what I was doing this weekend and thank GOD I never
asked him!
“Buffy, are you all right?” Willow asked when Buffy
approached their table.
“Yeah, I think something didn’t quite—Hi, you must be
Oz!” It was the fake chirpiness that probably accounted for
the odd look Oz was giving her. He was cute. Red hair,
short, green penetrating eyes. Penetrating eyes. . . William.
“Hi, Buffy. How are you?”
“Great. Fantastic.”
He looked over at Willow who jumped at Buffy, “Want
something to drink?”
“No, not at all. Not ever again do I want to go near that
bar.”
“Buffy, what happened?” Willow asked,
concerned. “Who did you see?”
Suddenly, Buffy just didn’t want to be there anymore.
She wanted to be away. Far, far away from William and his
DATE and just . . . gone.
“I’m not feeling too well, Wills, I think I’m gonna go.”
Willow grabbed her arm, “No, don’t go. We’ll dance;
you were having fun when we were dancing.”
“No, I just . . . I gotta go—“
“How are you going to get home?”
“Cab. I’ll call a cab.”
“Buffy—“
“I do it all the time, I’ve got my phone. I’ll be all right.”
Snatching her purse and excusing herself again,
Buffy weaved her way through the crowd. Her heart was
racing with anticipation of possibly seeing William and his
date. The thought filled her with dread, so she kept her head
down on the way out.
Once outside, the cool night air hit her and she
relaxed a bit. Just a bit. She was at least able to breathe.
God, who was she? How did he meet her and when? She
knew it was ridiculous to feel betrayed, and it wasn’t that
she felt that really, she had no claim on him – only in her
fantasy world she did. She was a kid to him, that’s all. A kid
that he was probably –Oh God!! Hank WAS having an affair
and he’d told William to occupy her. He was just playing a
part for her father.
That bastard.
“Buffy, God, there you are.”
Buffy whirled around to see William standing there,
red-faced and breathing slightly heavy.
She glared at him, “What do you want?”
He seemed taken back by the coldness in her tone. “I
wanted to talk to you Buffy and tell you about my . . . that. . .
my. . . “
“Date?” Buffy supplied.
“Buffy—“
“Just admit it.”
“What?”
“Forget it, you don’t owe me—I’m going home William.
I’ll see you on Monday,” and she turned to walk away.
He grabbed her arm. “You’re not walking home.”
“No shit I’m not walking home, I’m calling a cab. Now
let me go.”
“No.”
“Goddammit William, let me go!”
“Buffy, stop and listen to me—“
“No, I hate you right now!”
“No, you don’t, Buffy,” he said deeply.
“Don’t start treating me like a child and don’t put me on
the stand!”
“I’m not –“
“Don’t you have a date to get back to?”
“She left.”
Buffy took pause, “Why?”
“It wasn’t working out.”
“So she just left? You let her leave in a cab, but you won’t let
me?”
“She called a friend.”
“Oh.” She was beginning to feel her ire leave, the fight was
fleeing. She felt ridiculous. She’d made a fool of herself. If he
didn’t know before how she felt, then he surely knew now.
Her jealous rage hadn’t left much question. “You can let me
go now Will.”
“Will you listen to me?”
“You don’t have to explain anything to me William. I’m really
feeling rather embarrassed right now and I think I just want to
make like an ostrich—“
“You have nothing to feel embarrassed about. You don’t
even know how –God, Buffy, do you have any idea what
you do to me?” He tugged her closer to him, so that her body
was flush against his and with a free hand he cupped the
side of her face.
Buffy’s heart was going to pound clear out of her
chest. “Will?”
“I went out with that woman because I was trying to get you
out of my system. I met her at some cafe and she asked me
out. I didn’t want to . . . Buffy . . . “ The intensity of his gaze
was spreading heat through her entire system. “Look at me.”
She did and his lips crashed to hers in whole passionate,
carnal, desire fueled, intense and explosive kiss that had
Buffy grabbing at him so that she wouldn’t crumble to the
ground. Her senses were filled with him. Her body was on
fire for him. His masculine scent with just a spot of cologne
surrounded her, his body hard and hot against hers made her
desire pool between her legs.
She throbbed for him.
“Buffy, Buffy, Buffy,” he chanted when he broke for them to
breathe and set about peppering her face with kisses. “I
want you.”
“I –I want you too,” she told him nervously.
His eyes glittered with desire as he gazed at her. “Come
home with me.”
Feeling inadequate in the intimacy department and yet feeling
that she’d combust if she didn’t have him, the answer was
simple.
“Yes.”
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