William awoke before Buffy and he had the pleasure of watching her wake up. He smiled in amusement as she fought wakefulness. First, she stretched and rolled over away from him. Then, she rubbed her feet together, a motion he’d noted she’d done last night after he was sure she’d ‘arrived’ many times. When that didn’t work, she rearranged her pillow and then finally, she opened her eyes.
He chuckled softly and her head whipped to the side so that
he could only see the side of her beautiful face. “Are you
laughing at me?”
He reached out and pulled her close, the distance between
them too great for his liking. Wrapping his arms around her,
he nuzzled her neck, dotting kissing to her shoulder. “Yes, I
am.”
“Why?”
“I was watching you try to go back to sleep. It was comical.”
He knew she was blushing, he could almost feel it. He
clutched her tighter. “How do you feel?” he asked huskily.
She squirmed a bit in his arms, which signaled her
embarrassment.
“What is it?” he asked.
She froze, “Nothing, why?”
“You’re lying.”
“William!” she exclaimed, frustrated.
“What?” he bit back a smile.
“I’m just feeling . . . you know . . . “
“Shy?”
She buried her face in the pillow. “You suck.”
“Not as well as you do,” he said, wanting to make her blush
more.
She laughed and turned her head, “Well, I don’t know about
that.”
He leaned in and softly bit the shell of her ear and then
whispered, “I do.”
She turned in his arms then so that she was facing him,
which he liked so much better. He drew a breath at how
beautiful she was even in the light of early morning. Her face
was scrubbed clean, her hair tousled from sex and sleep,
her lips plump, her green eyes bright – she was a vision. He
knew he’d be drawing her very soon.
A fist clenched around his heart as he beheld her, looking up
at him with trust and affection in her eyes; her body soft and
warm against him.
He wanted her again. He wanted her always. Closing his
eyes, he kissed her. A moan tore from his throat as she
unknowingly pressed herself against him even more. Her
breasts pressed into his chest and he slid his hand to her
hair, cupping the back of her head as he deepened the kiss
and rolled her to her back. He was rock hard and ready for
her. He parted and gazed down at her while she caught her
breath. His heart swelled and it was on the tip of his tongue
to tell her what he felt, but instead he buried his face in her
neck and shut his eyes tightly.
It truly overwhelmed him what he felt for this woman. This
GIRL. How she did it so quickly; burrowed inside his heart
and took up camp, he didn’t know. But he didn’t want it to
end.
Ever.
The passion and possessiveness he felt for her threatened
to overwhelm him, but he couldn’t stop it. “Buffy, Buffy,
Buffy,” he chanted and slid one hand down her side and
between them. She opened for him instinctively, her back
arching slightly to accept him. He smiled against her neck.
She was definitely his now. He slid a finger inside her and
she moaned. He groaned at how wet she was already for
him.
“Buffy—“ he said.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He smiled and popped his head up, his breath catching at
how lustful she looked; her eyes darkening with passion. He
smothered her in a kiss and took her with him as he rolled to
grab a condom from the nightstand. Rolling them back, she
giggled and he laughed in return. She surprised him by
helping him sheath himself in the latex. Then she wrapped
herself around him as he drove himself home in her hot
depths.
God, there was nothing like being inside her. He wanted to
stay inside her forever. He started with long, deep strokes,
watching the pleasure play across her face, reveling that it
was him that caused it. She clawed at his back, raking her
nails down it and he started going harder; faster. He could
feel his balls start to tighten, but was determined that she
would cum first.
“Please,” she whimpered, and he could see she was
straining toward completion. Faster he went, pounding into
her.
“Buffy,” he said tensely, “Am I hurting you –?“
“Oh—I’m going to–William!” her eyes rolled and she tightened
around him which was all he needed to spill himself. He
came, her name bursting from his lips and he jerked once,
twice, three times and collapsed against her. She held him
close and his heart hammered in his chest. He didn’t want to
crush her but he was loathe to sever the connection of being
inside her. She seemed to feel the same way –at least he
hoped—because she curled herself around him, keeping him
inside her.
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Watching her as she padded around his apartment,
clad in his black t-shirt and her panties poking out from
underneath if she moved a certain way, brought a smile to
his face. She seemed out of place in it though, on that end,
he felt out of place in it as well. Buffy was spirited and
brought sunshine to his life. She made the sun come out and
all that other sodding crap the poets talk about. His penthouse was cold, dark and lonely. He used to like it that way, but it’d been starting to depress him. Watching her now he was gripped with the thought that he wanted to make it homier for her. He wanted to see her in a place that reflected her light and warmth.
Slow down, he told himself.
She looked over at him as he sat in front of his
computer from her spot in front of his entertainment center.
He was supposed to be checking emails, but was far more
interested in following her every move.
“You’re into punk rock?” she asked him.
“Mmmm,” he nodded.
“Will?”
“Yes, my love?”
“I’m hungry now,” she said with a pout that
made him want to take her bottom lip in his mouth and suck on
it. Oh, what she did to him without even being aware of it.
God, he’d never felt this way before. He’d never felt so
consumed by another human being before, and every
moment with her intensified the feeling.
The few days they’d spent apart had only
intensified the feeling that he’d been trying to squelch. It was
the whole reason he’d gone out with Darla. And, it was the
whole reason his date had failed. Buffy was whom he
wanted; the only one he wanted and to try and fight it was
only serving to drive him round the bend. He thought of her
going out with other men and jealousy overcame him. He
might be a bad man for wanting her, but he’d take care of
her. He’d treat her like the Goddess she was.
“What would you like?” he asked, getting up
from his chair and making his way to her. He drew her into
his arms and smiled when she wrapped her arms around him
immediately.
“Pancakes, eggs, bacon—maybe sausage. Do
you want to go out?”
He chuckled, “You’ve got an appetite.”
She buried her face in his bare chest, “Yes.”
“I like it. Come on, Princess, let’s go see what
we can do up.”
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“Will?” Buffy asked later as they strolled down
the street together, window shopping hand in hand.
“Mmm?” he murmured and brushed a kiss
across her temple.
“What are we going to do?”
He tensed, “What do you mean?”
“With my father, me working for you. . . this.”
“We’ll take it one day at a time, I suppose.”
“Do you think it’s a good idea that I continue to
work for you?”
He stopped walking, pulling her to the side
away from the people around them. “Nothing has to change
at work, Buffy. You’re doing a fantastic job for me—“
“Will, what if people find out? How would that
look? Especially for me?”
“No one will find out,” he promised.
“Will . . .” she shook her head. “What is it you
want to happen?”
He cupped her face in his hands, “I want you,
Buffy. I just want you. I don’t care that I’m older or that I’m
your boss. I care about YOU. For once in my pathetic life, I
just want to keep feeling what I’m feeling and damn the
consequences. I’m scared too, but I can’t stop now. I told you
last night once we did this I’d want everything and I do.”
“My father—“
“I’ll deal with Hank. For now, let it just be us,
yeah? We’ll take it one day at a time.”
“All that sneaking around, Will. . . I’ve never
done it before.”
“It’ll add some excitement,” he shrugged. “Stop
thinking so much.”
She looked at him warily. “Maybe you should be
thinking MORE.”
He shook his head and smiled, “Don’t want to.
Not now on this beautiful day with my girl with me. Let’s
suspend reality for now and we’ll deal with it tomorrow.”
She sighed heavily, “Okay. For now.”
“Stop worrying so much,” he leaned in and
kissed her. “We’re on the start of something new here. Let’s
enjoy it and bugger all else.”
“For now anyway,” she muttered. “’All else’ has
a way of catching up with you.”
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