The next morning Buffy woke before William and reveled in the feel of waking in his bed and in his arms. She didn’t think he’d once relinquished hold on her all night. Except for maybe that one time she used the facilities. Though when she returned, he was surrounding her once more, in fact, that was when round three had started…
Lying on her side, Buffy watched him sleep, the steady rise and fall of his chest, his eyes that indicated REM, and the hard planes of his perfectly chiseled chest. He was a sight to behold all right. Her mind reeled back to that summer they spent together before they parted ways and she couldn’t help but wish she’d known how he felt then, but then she also wagered, it hadn’t been the right time yet. There were things they had to go through and do before it was time for them.
He’d done a good job of hiding his feelings for her then…or had he? Well, there was one time where she thought maybe…
Flashback
Buffy stood before her full length mirror, turning from side to side and trying decide if she looked all right for her date that night. Critically studying herself, the knock at her door made her jump.
“What?” she barked, annoyed that whoever was at her door had scared her.
“Can I come in?” William.
Sighing, Buffy opened the door for him. “Sure. What’s up, Will?”
He stared at her openly, looking her up and down. “Where are you going dressed like that?”
She bit her lip. “Crap, do I look bad?” she looked down at her long, cream ankle length peasant skirt and the multi-colored peasant top that matched. “Do I look frumpy?”
“No, you look…well, you really look beautiful.” He blushed then and Buffy was surprised to see it. “You going somewhere?”
She smiled, “I am.”
He frowned, “Where?”
“I have a date tonight.”
Now he looked crestfallen.
“What?” she asked.
“We had plans tonight, Buffy.”
She frowned, “We did?”
“Yeah, we were going to order pizza and watch a scary movie.”
“Oh,” now she felt bad. “I’m sorry, Will. I forgot.”
“We made the plans last night,” he murmured, looking down.
“When I went to the pharmacy today, Angel was working and he…kind of asked me and I…I’m sorry.”
William looked up and smiled as brightly as he could, which wasn’t much. She could see the hurt in his eyes. “It’s okay. You have fun. I know you’ve wanted to go out with him.”
“Maybe if I come home early enough—“
“Nah, forget it. It’s okay, Buffy, really.” And he shuffled away, leaving Buffy to feel like the world’s biggest bitch.
She hadn’t been able to get William out of her mind the whole night as it turned out. Angel was nice enough and she’d had a well enough time, but she couldn’t help but think she’d have an even better time had she kept her ‘date’ with William. That was karma for you.
Ending her date early on account of a ‘headache’, Buffy waltzed into the house. Her parents were gone, that was apparent from their missing car, but William was home. His light had been on in his bedroom.
“Will?” she called.
A minute and then, “Buffy?”
“Yeah, I’m home.”
In a second he was at the top of the stairs. “What happened? Are you all right?” he asked, brushing his shaggy hair from his face.
“It was all right, but it wasn’t great, you know?”
He shrugged, “I don’t date.”
She smiled up at him. “Well, we’ll have to work on that. Want to get that movie and pizza? I think the video store is open for another half hour.”
He smiled broadly. “Sure,” and he bounded down the steps, stopping in front of her. He studied her. “You didn’t come home because of me, did you?”
“Well, I realized while I was out that I would have had much more fun with you than him. You’re a much better conversationalist,” she grinned at him and he beamed down at her.
Slinging her arm through his, she pointed to the door. “Shall we?”
“We shall, mi’lady,” he said graciously and led her out to his car.
She did have a better night with William than she had with Angel. They had one of their long and in depth talks (after the movie) that just spiraled into topic after topic, they laughed together until their sides hurt, and time flew without them even realizing it until Joyce and Giles strolled in at two a.m.
Giles headed right up to shower and Joyce came in the living room to find Buffy laid out on one end of the couch and William laid out on the other, talking in the dark with the blue screen of the TV being the only light in the room, and an empty pizza box on the coffee table with a half empty two liter of Coke.
“What are you two doing?” Joyce asked.
“Just talking, Mom,” Buffy chirped.
“Well, Giles and I are a heading up to bed. Don’t be loud.”
“Kay, Mom,” William agreed.
The pair had fallen asleep that night just like that and when Buffy woke up in the morning, she found a blanket wrapped around her, courtesy of William, for he was sharing it with her at the other end of the couch. He’s so good to me, sometimes too good. I wonder if he…, Buffy shook her head, banishing those thoughts, He’s just being a ‘big brother’.
End Flashback
“What are you thinking about?”
Buffy hadn’t even realized he’d awoken until she heard him speak. “You. Me. Us.”
He quirked a brow. “Anything in particular?”
“That summer we spent together. It makes me sad to think of.”
He frowned, drawing her closer and wrapping her up in the warmth of his embrace. “Sad, why? It was a great summer.”
”Sad because we did have such a great time and then we lost touch for so long.”
“I reckon we both had some growing up to do.”
“I’m still growing up!”
William laughed. “But you feel better now than you did when you arrived, right?”
“Oh, much. It’s amazing what getting a job you love; learning to drive and having your own place can do for a person. I mean, I had most of that when I was in Sunnydale, but I still had Mom and Dad around if I got in a bind. I don’t want to do that here. I want to do this on my own. I even made out a budget!”
William chuckled. “You are growing,” he teased.
“What have you been doing, William hmmm? You know aside from that case and Lilah.”
He growled. “Was never with her.”
Buffy giggled, “I’m teasing!”
Rolling on top of her, William pinned her hands over her head. “I’ve been thinking of you, working, thinking of you, working, missing you, working, missing you…licking my wounds and feel sorry for myself, basically.”
“Oh.”
“Water under the bridge now, right luv?”
“Yep, it’s a fresh start. Will?”
“Yes?”
“I want to wrap my arms around you…do you mind?”
He grinned mischievously down at her, rubbing his hardened cock against her. “Not just yet, luv. Got some plans for my girl…” And he set about showing her for a good long time what those plans were.
Epilogue One year later
Hefting the last box into his bedroom, what was now to become their bedroom, William watched Buffy unpack her clothes and hang them next to his in the closet.
He grinned, feeling that ‘home’ feeling wash over him as he watched her. Her scent was already infiltrating his space and it simultaneously relaxed him and filled him with the insatiable hunger he seemed to have for her on a regular basis.
“Thanks, Will,” she chirped as she hung another article of clothing.
Coming over to her, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled her neck. “No, thank you.”
Placing her hands on his, she asked, “What for?”
“For finally agreeing to move in with me.”
Turning her head to give him a peck on the cheek, she murmured. “I did give you a hard time about that huh?”
He grinned, “Well…yeah. But it’s all right, luv. I knew you would eventually.”
She giggled.
“So I figure now’s a good time to start with proposing so that by this time next year we’ll be getting hitched"
She froze for a second and he worried that he’d gone too far, too fast. She spun in his arms and looked up at him, studying him closely. “You what?”
He heaved a sigh. “Want to marry you, pet.”
“Now?”
“Well, not right this second unless you wanted to.”
Buffy buried her face in his chest and shivered, holding him tightly. “You…”
“I what?”
“You steal my breath.”
“Sorry?”
“No, it’s…I’m not used to be loved so much by someone.”
“Still?” he teased.
“Yes, still.”
“Well if it helps, I’m not used to being loved by you…still have to pinch myself now and then to make sure I’m not dreaming and you really are my girl.”
Leaning up, Buffy kissed him. “I really am your girl.”
“So, can I start asking you to marry me now, Buffy?”
She smiled and nodded. “Yes, you can start asking. And I think after you take me to bed and ravish me, I will give you an answer.”
He bit his bottom lip and looked at her sheepishly. “Can I get an advance on that?”
“Well, I think you've pretty much got this one in the bag,” she said, smiling brightly.
He whooped and spun her around, placing her on the bed and settling between her thighs
“Do I get a ring?” she asked, giggling.
“Yeah, after I’m done ravishing you," he replied and smothered her in a kiss.