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OK, so here it is, chapter two. Remember, wherever you see this... F:... it means only French is being spoken. Enjoy.
The moment the two men walked away, Anya leaned closer to Buffy with a knowing grin on her face.

“Wish you’d taken French now, hmmm?”

“What do you mean?”

Anya gave her a disgusted look as if insulted then performed her own impression of Buffy. “’Wish I did now, sorry’. Please! You don’t fool me and you didn’t fool Xander either.” She shook an accusatory finger at her. “We saw the way you two were looking at each other. Not that I blame you. He may not be my type but I certainly wouldn’t kick him out of bed either.”

Buffy nodded. There was no way to fool the queen of seduction herself.

“That obvious, huh?”

“Yes.” She shook her head up and down. “But it doesn’t matter. He wants to get in your pants, I can tell.” She smiled brightly, hoping to encourage her.

“Anya,” Buffy whispered harshly while her face went red. She glanced over at the two bartenders to make sure they hadn’t heard anything. She couldn’t deny she’d entertained a dirty thought or two, though she’d never admit to it.

“What?!?!” Looking shocked as if she’d said nothing wrong, “I know two things,” she raised a finger as she rattled them off. “You and men. And I know EXACTLY what he was thinking when his eyes were glued to your knockers, which by the way, nice move, I’m proud of you. Not to mention both Xander and I caught you checking out his buns, so go get your man.”

Damn, what am I, transparent-girl here? “I, I...” interrupted before she could finish.

“Look, unlike me you NEED a lay, not a relationship.”

Just then, the men came walking back.

F: “I think you’re right buddy. Buffy would like the Pouilly-Fuissé, but we don’t have any up here at the moment.”

At the mention of her name, Buffy looked up from Xander to William and then back again before Xander addressed her.

“I was telling him that you might enjoy the Pouilly-Fuisse, but it’s down in the cell...” He held up a finger as his face lit up. “Wait a minute, I have a better idea.” And he hoped Buffy would take the bait, for the sake of him being alone with Anya and that his friend might actually find his courage. “We have a small bar in the basement next to the wine cellar. You can choose whatever you want from the rack and try it right there. William here can help you.”

“Uhmm, well...” She thought about it for a moment. That would mean she’d have to be alone with William. Alone with William. Hmmm, let me think. Means I’d be forced to listen to that sexy voice, forced to look at that nice ass of his...

“Okay, I’m game.” She turned to William and smiled coquettishly. He won’t understand what I’m saying anyway, so that’s a plus. Oh yeah, time to let naughty Buffy out to play. She was only here for the summer and a little flirting never hurt, especially if it worked.

Charming smile, gorgeous face, nice assets and he seemed adorably shy, a trait she found particularly appealing. She wasn’t out to seduce him necessarily, but, if he acted on her cues, who was she to stop him? She could hear her mother’s voice in her head... ‘It’s the shy ones you have to watch out for’. Oh yeah, bet there’s a tiger underneath all that just waiting get loose.

“Great!” F: “William, why don’t you take Buffy to the wine cellar for a tasting, let her choose whatever she wants and help her out?”

F: “It would be my pleasure.”

Though nervous as hell, he was determined not to let it show. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been alone in the same room with a woman, especially not one this gorgeous. The butterflies in his stomach were fluttering so wildly they almost made him sick. But when she smiled at him like that, there was no denying he relished the idea just to be near her. She had his mind racing with a thousand improper thoughts; after all he was a man.

Shaking those thoughts away, he decided to treat her with the proper respect that every woman deserved. Making his way to the end of the bar, he walked to where she sat and held his arm out in gentlemanly fashion.

F: “Miss Buffy?”

She melted the moment he offered her his arm. Oh my God, can he be any sexier? Oh yeah, she was liking the idea more and more of spending her summer in France, as long as it included William. Rising from her chair, she interlocked her arm with his.

“Lead the way.”

Both Xander and Anya watched the couple walk away, each smiling, positive their friends would get along just fine without an interpreter.

When they disappeared, Anya looked to the man she was sure would give her many orgasms.

“Now, where were we? Oh yes, I remember. You were about to tell me where we can go to...” She made a circle with one hand while using the finger of her opposite hand to poke in and out it suggestively.

She watched Xander turn beet red as he adjusted his tie.

“Well, I get off in about fifteen minutes.”

“HEY!!! There will be no getting off until I do.” She shook her finger at him seriously.

“I-I mean from my shift, here... at work. We could... maybe... doyouwantgotomyplace?” he blurted nervously.

“That sounds perfect.” She liked the idea of soft cozy bed.

Just then Xander made a face.

“What?”

“Well, William and I work the same hours today, and I don’t think he’d be very comfortable if we were, well...” He trailed off so she would clearly understand his concern.

No way was she going to let anyone get in the way of her having sex now.

“Why don’t you tell him not to come home for, oh lets say... at least an hour? And hey, wouldn’t hurt our couple to HAVE to spend a little more time together?”

Forward or not he liked this girl.

“Smart chicks are soooo hot!”

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When they reached the cellar door, William opened it and motioned for Buffy to step inside first. He let go of her arm as she took the first two steps down then remembered the stairs, although wide, were quite steep. He didn’t want to risk her falling and without thinking, placed an arm around her waist and used the other to grasp the arm closest to him in order to help her down. It was then she stumbled; in a flash, he pulled her tight against his side to steady her.

“OH!” She yelped as her foot slipped. Luckily, at the same time, William’s hand gripped her, preventing her from toppling over.

Her heart pounded in her chest; she couldn’t tell if it was from the near fall or the fact her body was now pressed against his as he held her firmly. His lean form felt so muscular, so hard, her mind instantly went to a place where she was ridding him of that bow tie, vest, shirt... stripping him down to see for herself if he looked as good as he felt. She was glad the cellar’s light was considerably dimmer than that upstairs, lest he see how her heated thoughts stained her cheeks pink.

When they’d reached the bottom step, he released her.

“Merci, William.” Hey, who didn’t know how to say ‘thank you’ in French?

He looked so sweet as he timidly ducked his head and nodded in response. She was used to going for the loud, dumb jock type. However, William was adorably different and she was quickly becoming more and more attracted to him.

He swept his hand forward, suggesting she walk ahead of him. ‘Ladies first’ must have come from a man’s excuse to ogle the backside of a girl, he thought. He silently thanked whoever invented short-shorts because he’d never seen a woman wear them so well. The swell of her bottom swayed so seductively, so perfectly feminine that he became transfixed by the sight, never noticing she stopped until it was too late.

She’d only walked a few feet before becoming unsure which direction to go in. When he bumped right into her, she turned to make her own apologies and found him looking as guilty as the day was long. It wasn’t hard to tell where his attention had been focused at the time she stopped short in front of him. Naughty boy. She smiled when he turned red and kept apologizing over and over.

F: “Pardon, pardon me, Miss Buffy.” He truly wanted to crawl in a hole and just die. She stood there and smiled the smile of a woman who clearly knew what he’d been doing. Instead of being upset however, she stepped beside him and linked her arm through his again and spoke. Unsure of what she was saying, he gave her a questioning look while trying his best not to visibly shake under her touch.

“I’m not sure which way to go.” Uh oh, better make myself a little clearer. He had the cutest, clueless look on his face. She directed her eyes and head forward then shrugged her shoulders.

Oh. Understanding now, he promptly took the lead, guiding her towards the back.

The first thing she noticed was a bar similar to the one upstairs, only much smaller. There was barely enough room for the four stools that were neatly arranged in front of it. To the right of was a heavy looking door with wrought iron hinges.

F: “We’re here Miss Buffy.” He patted the tiny hand that draped over his forearm before letting go. Stepping forward, he produced a set of keys from his pants pocket and proceeded to unlock the massive door in front of them. It swung open with a loud creak as he walked inside and flipped on a light switch.

Motioning for her to join him, she stepped inside and looked around. She was surprised to see such a large quantity of wine stored in so tiny a space. The racks went from the floor all the way to the ceiling against all three walls, every one of them stocked. Walking forwards, she plucked a single bottle out and looked at it. Brushing the dust off with her thumb, she wondered how she was going to pick any on of them, especially since she couldn’t read the titles.

“I have no idea what I’m looking at here.”

He forgot that if she couldn’t speak French then she damn sure couldn’t read it either. The confusion twisting across her features as she pursed her lips was incredibly cute. He stepped forward and held out a hand for the bottle she held.

After handing it over, she watched as he read the title silently to himself and nodded in apparent approval of her choice.

F: “It’s a very good wine, but probably too dry for your taste.” He chuckled. “Judging from your reaction to the others of course.” He placed the bottle back in its cradle and ran a finger along the rest of that shelf then down and across the next, stopping on one that grabbed his attention. “Ah, here we are, Pouilly-Fuisse.”

She watched as he chose for her and recognized the title from Anya’s earlier, sexual, admission. He held it out for her inspection and she offered up a smile, shrugging her shoulders in a manner to suggest ‘why not’.

She stepped aside and waited for him to exit. When he motioned for her to walk ahead of him she shook her head and repeated his gesture, suggesting she follow him instead. Tit for tat, baby. She couldn’t pass up another opportunity to see those freshly baked French rolls of his as he headed for the bar. Mmm, mmm, Mmmmmmmmm. I could watch him walk away all day.

She followed him all the way behind the bar rather than take a seat on the opposite side. Hey, they were alone, and she didn’t feel a piece of wood should separate them.

He was a bit shocked to see that she stayed right with him, but he wasn’t going to complain either. Having her this close was making him nervous, but at the same time more confident that maybe Xander had been right. He pulled a glass from behind him and set it down.

She leaned her elbows on the table-top and smiled as he opened the bottle and poured her a generous half glass.

“Trying to get me drunk, William?” She smiled and shoved the glass towards him, indicating she wanted him to have some with her.

Understanding what she wanted, he retrieved another glass. He was officially off duty in a few more minutes, so having a glass with her wouldn’t hurt. Hell, it might even help his nerves. Pouring a second one, he lifted it in the air.

F: “To America.” He saluted her.

She understood that word and raised her glass to touch his.

“To France.” Tilting her head to let the contents glide down her throat, she hummed in surprise. “Oh my God, this is good. I like it.”

He smiled at her reaction and spoke one of the few words he knew in English.

F: “Like?”

Surprised by the familiar word, all she could do was nod and repeat the word. Downing her glass, she set it down and picked up the bottle, pouring herself some more.

He laughed as he watched her enjoy a second glass of the famed French wine. After finishing his own, she quickly grabbed his glass and refilled it for him.

The effects of the alcohol didn’t take long to catch up with her. Emboldened, she took William’s arm and led him around to the other side of the bar where the stools were, letting him know she wanted to him to sit with her.

He followed her lead like a dutiful puppy, not wanting to resist her charm. She had captured him completely. He decided right then and there he could deny her nothing, so long as she kept smiling at him like that.

They sat and drank the rest of the bottle in under five minutes.

F: “Would you like some more Miss Buffy?”

Feeling much braver due to the liquid courage running though his veins, he raised the empty bottle and shook it back and forth with a questioning look on his face.

“Oh, yes please, oui.”

He wasted no time in retrieving another bottle. He liked how she made him feel... comfortable. For the first time in his life, William felt comfortable around a woman. Didn’t matter if the language barrier was the reason, he would take whatever he got, especially if it was coming from her.

He returned and set the wine down between them after taking up his seat next to her. When she inched her stool a little closer to his, he froze. He sat there immobile as she leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

“If I know Anya, she’s probably putting major moves on your buddy right now.”

He didn’t know what she was saying, didn’t care. The second her voice purred into his ear, his cock twitched. Her scent filled his nostrils and his jaw tightened. She smelt amazing, and it took all his will to refrain from saying something inappropriate. Wait a minute, what was he thinking? She couldn’t understand what he said anyways, so why not speak his mind?

Leaning closer to her so that their thighs touched, he spoke in a low, husky tone.

F: “Buffy. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? I bet you don’t sweet girl.”

Wow. Whatever he said made her panties go damp with desire. She took another sip of her wine and purposely let some of dribble over her lip. Just as she predicted, the gentleman in him had a napkin ready and waiting to help her out.

She feigned an innocent ‘oops’ and leaned forward into his waiting hand.

Oh God. He had no choice but to wipe delicately at her chin, which he did, as carefully, and cautiously as possible.

“Merci, William.”

F: “Buffy, if you keep this up I... Please, give me some indication that you like me, before I make a complete and utter fool of myself.”

His tone of voice sent shivers down her spine. No longer able to restrain herself, she set her wine down and stared at him. Leaning forward, she reached out and slowly took his glasses off.

“Beautiful.” She whispered the compliment. The clear blue of his eyes took her breath away. She knew they were nice, but to see them up close like this was amazing.

He ducked under her close scrutiny, not sure if his prayers had been answered or not.

She set his spectacles down and raised a single finger to slowly trace the line of his scarred eyebrow. She smiled when his eyes closed at her touch and his lips parted. Getting the message now?

Retracting her hand, she picked up her glass again. Nodding in his direction, she took another sip and smiled seductively.

“What are doing for the summer? Cuz if you have no plans, I’d like it very much if you were to become a part of mine.”

It was the wine talking now, but as we all know, the truth tends to come out after it loosens the tongue of man... or woman as the case may be.

He tilted his head and studied her after her little finger left his face. If he read the signs right, she was more than interested in him; at least he hoped so. But the shy, inexperienced boy kept telling him there was no way someone as beautiful as she was would bother giving him the time of day. He shook his head and returned his attention to his drink, positive he was imagining things.

She could tell he was holding back, his insecurity clearly marking his every move. Guess he needs an open invitation.

It was now or never. If he didn’t take the bait she was about to offer, she’d accept defeat.

“William.” He glanced up and into her eyes. “What would you say if I told you I wanted you? That I wanted your hands all over my body? Right here, right now.”

He looked confused, so she swiveled her chair to face him. She took his glass and set it down for him, then placed a hand on each of his knees to turn him towards her.

Oh my, what is she... oh, ah ah.

F: “Miss Buffy? Wh-what are you doing?” Useless as it was to ask her, he had to. He could scarcely believe she had her hands on his legs. His cock hardened when she moved his thighs apart and slipped her feet between his legs, resting her toes on his chair’s frame.

The obvious bulge in his pants told her she’d been right all along but she could tell he was too nervous to make a move on his own.

“I can’t do all the work here, but I’m willing to help you start.” She gently took his hands in hers and brought them towards her, smiling when his eyes closed. It almost seemed like he was afraid to see what she was going to do.

“No. Don’t close your eyes,” she whispered. As if he understood, he opened them half way, clenching his jaw muscles as if trying to restrain himself.

“That’s it; let me see those baby blues.” She watched him lick his lips and swallow hard. Damn she wanted to suck on that full bottom lip of his. She mimicked him perfectly, hoping he’d make a move of his own.

God knows he wanted her, but he was rooted to the spot. Anxiety gripped him, rendering him unable to make his hands work even as she placed them on her waist. Having zero experience with women he was genuinely scared; he was, sadly, a twenty one year old virgin. He’d watched enough porn to know what to do, but the fact that he was in a position where he could frightened the shit out of him.

She pinned him with a sultry stare and guided his hands very, very slowly upwards. The second she had his palms touching the underside of her breasts she closed her eyes and rolled her head back, moaning at the feel of their warmth.

Leaving his hands where they were, she pushed her breasts together once before running her fingers up her neck and back down again. She brought her gaze back to him. Seeing his eyes were wide and glued to her chest, she continued running her hands up his forearms and arched into him... that’s when she stopped. That got his attention.

He’d been mesmerized with the sensual way she touched herself and the fact he actually had his hands, at least partly, on her breasts. When she ceased all movement, he pried his eyes from her breasts to look at her face. She gave him an exaggerated pout as if to ask ‘don’t you want me’?

Several long seconds passed and he still did nothing except remain fixed in the position she’d left him in. She sighed long and heavy. Taking hold of hands, she spoke while removing them gently.

Wait, what are you doing? No, no, no!!! He felt like a child whose candy was about to be stolen from him.

“Well, I guess if you don’t... OH!!!”

He snapped. The opportunity to lose his virginity had practically fallen in his lap, and there was no way his body was going to let it pass him by. Need pushed his fear aside and instinct took over. He grabbed her waist and roughly hauled her up to sit on the edge of the bar. Wrapping one arm around her waist, the other found the back of her head and held her tight as he lunged for her throat, growling loudly.


A/N: Am I being evil on purpose??? You bet I am, this time. No worries, I have chapter three already done, and yes it’s the last chapter. I decided that I won’t post it until I’m sure everyone’s had a chance to read it and enough people review saying they want the ending. Again, I’m being evil and naughty on purpose.





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