Drusilla had transformed his look completely. Gone were the khaki pants, oxford shirts and wire-rimmed glasses of William’s past. In their place was a closet full of black jeans and T-shirts, a leather duster and a pair of contact lenses to see his new world through. They’d become quite close over the last several weeks. Everywhere they went girls swooned over his good looks and devilishly handsome smile. The new bad boy persona had them flocking in herds even as Dru curled her arm possessively around his and shot daggers at them with her eyes. He didn’t mind the attention at all; in fact, he found it amusing that the same women who previously thought him unworthy of a second glance were now propositioning him. They would coo and bat their eyelashes at him, offering up tantalizing views down their sweaters as they bent over his desk during classes. He turned every last tempting offer down however, no matter how beautiful or voluptuous they were. He knew where his loyalties lay.
These last few days before winter break had him so busy between finals as well as other paperwork needing to be turned in before the end of the semester that he both wanted and needed Dru by his side. His dark princess was his guide and he followed her without question. It was too bad that Buffy had to be the one to suffer in all this. He knew he should just come out and tell her the truth, but he convinced himself it wouldn’t matter. She would figure it out in due time and that was how he preferred it to happen. No amount of talking on the phone was going to prepare her for the shock over the drastic changes he’d made in his life.
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“Again?” Buffy asked, frustration lacing her voice. She huffed and nodded her head. “Tell him that I called... okay, here’s Anya.” She handed the phone off to her friend so she could speak to Xander then plopped down on her bed.
The last few weeks it seemed harder and harder to contact Spike. The normal times he was supposed to be home or online he simply wasn’t there, wasn’t anywhere to be found. Sure they both had finals but he could have at least shot her an IM saying he was thinking about her. It was now five days before Christmas and they’d spoken a grand total of once in the last three weeks and only three times online. This was the fifth time she’d called this week alone when he was supposed to be there and again... no Spike. Xander said he was probably at the library, which seemed to be a recurring excuse lately.
She heard Anya laughing away and rolled onto her stomach, bunching her pillow beneath her head while staring up at Spike’s picture on her night stand. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was avoiding her even though their last few conversations seemed normal. Was she losing him? Had her parents been right in saying that long distance relationships usually didn’t work out? Had he found someone else to replace her with now that they’d been apart for so long and he knew he wouldn’t see her till spring? Maybe he couldn’t hold out on having sex now that...
“Buffy!” Anya called out. “Spike just got home, you want to talk to him?” She held the phone out, smiling.
“Spike?” She asked excitedly, relieved when he answered her with his usual greeting.
“Hi, kitten. I’ve missed you.”
Everything seemed normal. He was chattering away like his usual self, saying he loved her, telling her he’d mailed out her Christmas present over a week ago and it should be arriving at her parents’ house any day now. Buffy scolded herself. Her senseless worrying was for nothing. He was still hers and everything was... what was that in the background?
“Did I just hear a woman’s voice ask you where she left her purse?” There was no mistaking it was a woman’s voice, and though she shouldn’t have panicked she did. Stay calm, Buffy.
“Y-yes. She’s a fellow student from my English class. She comes here to tutor me.” Uh-oh! He wasn’t entirely lying but it sounded so lame when it came rushing out of his mouth. Only problem was, would Buffy buy his explanation? Her voice instantly took on that of a jealous lover. Hell, he’d be jealous too if the tables were turned.
“My naughty Spike.” Dru shook her finger at him for fibbing. Unfortunately, Buffy picked up on hearing that, too.
“What the fuck was that, William?” He started stammering, repeating what he’d said. Since when did another woman call him Spike? More importantly, why had she called him ‘my’ Spike? It was a nightmare come true.
When she didn’t believe him he offered to let her talk to Dru, to which she instantly refused.
“How could you?” Her eyes welled up with tears. “Why couldn’t you have just told me?”
“Buffy, I...” The next thing he knew Anya was back on the line and he could hear Buffy sobbing in the background.
“Put Xander back on the phone, William... NOW!” She gave her boyfriend a piece of her mind and told him he had his own explaining to do after she saw to her heartbroken friend. “We’ll talk later.” She hung up the phone and immediately went to console Buffy, trying to convince her that maybe, just maybe, everything was as William had told her. Buffy refused to listen however, the comment this woman had made was too suggestive that they were somehow ‘involved’.
“Thanks a lot, Dru. Now look at the mess I’m in.” He knew she was loony, but not bothering to whisper when she’d made her little comment?
Drusilla pouted and walked up to him, placing her finger to his lips to quiet him. “Don’t be mad with mummy. She’ll get over it.”
Anya watched as her best friend packed her bag to head home earlier than planned.
“If Xander ever wants another orgasm, he’ll tell me what’s going on. I’ll get the truth out of him, Buffy, I promise.” She couldn’t believe William would do something like this or that Xander would keep it a secret.
“Don’t bother,” she sniffed. “I’d rather not know the details.” Flinging her backpack over her shoulder, she opened the door to leave. “Call me when you finally get to your parents’ and we’ll go do something, okay?”
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Buffy was just getting settled in her old bedroom when her mother came knocking on the door.
“Come in.” While she sat on her bed flipping through a magazine, her mother walked towards her, a huge smile on her face holding something behind her back.
“Surprise!” She revealed a brown package, clearly marked air mail from France. Handing it over, she watched as Buffy took it not with excitement but instead just stared at it with sadness. “Oh Buffy, dear. I know you’re still upset over not being able to go to France. Maybe I can convince your father to arrange a trip sooner than spring break. Maybe take a four day weekend to go see William?”
“That would be nice, mom. Thanks.” She couldn’t tell her what happened, at least not yet. She was still in shock and now here sat his present in her hands. The one he probably felt he had to send. More than likely he was going to wait until after Christmas to let her down.
“Aren’t you going to open it, dear?”
“No. I think I’ll wait.” Her mother patted her hand and moved off the bed to leave.
“I can tell this boy really loves you, Buffy. I know it’s only been a few months, but, well, it seems so far I’ve been wrong about this relationship not lasting. And for that I’m sorry. I do hope that next summer perhaps your father and I can make our own trip to Paris and meet this young man of yours.” She smiled at her daughter then left the room.
Looking at the package, she contemplated throwing it away. Seconds ticked by as she weighed the decision against the possibility that maybe she had jumped to the wrong conclusion. She didn’t want to believe that he’d found someone else. He wasn’t supposed to be like all the other guys she’d known, he was supposed to be different, he was her sweet William... was.
Her fingers trembled as she opened it. She reasoned that her mother would ask what he’d given her and so she had to at least look.
A red jewelry box and a folded piece of parchment were the only two items the package contained. Deciding she may as well read what he’d written, she opened the cream colored note first.
Miss Buffy,
I wanted to give you something a little more personal than just a gift, something that comes directly from my heart. I will never claim to be a poet, but decided to try my hand at it to convey just what you mean to me.
Grey is my mood since you have left
This country will never be the same
Your scent remains and I have wept
A thousand tears in your name
You found me, I was not looking
Met a boy, made the man
Awakened desire, alighting a fire
I bloomed in your tiny hand
Undress me, possess me, devour me whole
A willing victim, I played your role
You hold the power, wield all control
Command my desire, dominate my soul
A pearl of love binds you to me
The symbol of my promise
I will come to you from across the sea
And in your arms find solace
I cannot wait to see you again, my love. We’ll be together soon, that is my promise to you.
Forever yours,
William
Tears streamed down her face. How? How after he’d written such beautiful words could he throw their love away for someone else? She wanted so much to believe he was still hers that it was tempting to ignore what she’d heard over the phone. It took a box of tissues and several minutes to get her emotions under control. She knew when she opened his gift there would be more tears, but it was best to get it over with now... so she could get over him.
Gorgeous. It was a long string of pearls with matching earrings but they were simply gorgeous. She ran her finger over their smoothness before closing the lid on them. Her eyes welled up again as she placed everything back inside the brown envelope and tucked it away in the drawer of her nightstand. Curling up on her side in a tight ball, she let her tears fall unchecked, weeping over the loss of her one true love until sleep came to claim her.
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The holidays were over and second semester’s classes had begun. Buffy had planned on dropping her French 102 course. One semester had proved difficult enough to pass and with William out of her life there was no reason left for her to continue. She knew the first week would be the busiest time to try and drop that class for another and of course, as luck would have it, she couldn’t get an appointment with her career counselor any sooner than next week. Meanwhile here she was, sitting next to Anya for the first class, wondering how her friend ever talked her into coming. It not only seemed pointless, but hearing those around her chatter away in the language of love only made unwanted thoughts of William and his betrayal dance in her head.
With her chin resting in her right hand, she listened with disinterest as the professor discussed this semester’s curriculum until he asked them to take out a piece of paper to jot down some notes. She was greeted with William’s picture upon opening her notebook. In her misery, she’d forgotten it was still taped in there.
Staring at it, every memory she had of him since they’d first met came rushing at her, along with a set of emotions she’d tried desperately to forget over winter break. She sighed heavily as she peeled the tape from each corner. It would definitely need to be thrown in the trash as soon as class was over. Placing it face down on the desk, she felt Anya jab her in the side and point in the direction of the front of the class.
The professor was going on about some exchange student from France that would be available as a tutor to any student experiencing difficulty throughout the semester.
A guy who’d been sitting in the very front row stood up slowly and turned to face everyone. Buffy didn’t pay much attention to him at first. He looked like some punk rocker from the seventies with his dark clothes, silver jewelry, long black leather duster, combat boots, platinum hair... her heart caught in her throat as she focused on his face. He looked like Spike. She closed her eyes, shook her head in disbelief and opened them again to refocus on this man. Was this some kind of cruel joke from the powers that be? That this guy, who clearly couldn’t be William, had his cheek bones, his stunning blue eyes?
She just kept staring at him, not even hearing what the professor was going on about. What right did this man have to look so much like Spike? As he looked around the room at various people, she kept telling herself ‘no’, it wasn’t possible. He would never wear such clothes or paint his fingernails black or... Oh, God! He was looking right at her. She quickly put her head down, embarrassed. He’d caught her staring at him. She spared a brief glance up to find him still looking at her, a slight smile on his face. He probably thought she was ogling him or something because he was incredibly good looking... just like Spike. After a few seconds, she spared yet another glance back to the front of the room. His eyes were fixed on her, unmoving, making her feel as if she were naked.
She couldn’t take it anymore; she had to get out of here. This guy, looking like Spike, was staring at her and she just couldn’t breathe. She felt lightheaded, sick to her stomach and her heart begged that tears be shed over this cruel coincidence.
“Miss Summers, where are you going?”
Everyone stared at her when she accidentally dropped her books on the floor in her rush for the door.
“I-I don’t... feel very well, Professor. I’m sorry, I-have-to-leave.” She made a hasty exit before he could say anything else and walked as fast she could down the long hall, never hearing the male voice that repeatedly called her name.
“BUFFY!” Damnit. Xander was right, he never should’ve tried to hide this from her, he should’ve have told her what he’d been up to. The poor thing reacted to him as if she were seeing a ghost. He gained on her as she reached the door and tried a different tactic to get her attention.
F: “A pearl of love binds you to me.” She stopped dead in her tracks. “The symbol of my promise.”
The words spoken in French were what stopped her first; the second was that voice, that familiar voice. Turning around slowly, the man who’d been staring at her in class took small, tentative steps towards her.
F: “I will come to you from across the sea.” He stopped in front of her and placed a hand to her cheek. “And in your arms find solace.”
“William?” Tears filled her eyes.
“Please don’t cry, Miss Buffy, please. I’m so sorry, kitten. I should have told you, I know that now but I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“But-but... that woman.” She backed away from his touch and saw the hurt reflected in his eyes at her actions.
“Dru is just a friend, I swear to you. I spoke the truth, she was my English tutor.” He could see she wasn’t completely convinced. “Dru is... not exactly all there. She’s very smart but also very child-like.”
“I don’t understand. She called you ‘her Spike’.”
Her voice was so shaky and full of hurt. He did his best to explain to her there was never anything between him and Dru.
“She thinks of me as a brother, a little brother that needed looking after. The truth is she’s the one that needed looking after and so I did, I had to. I owe it all to her that I’m even standing here now.” He reached out to touch her again but she flinched and it cut straight through his heart like a knife. “The first time I met her she talked about you, before she even knew I had a girlfriend. She’s like a clairvoyant because she knew things, said things, gave details she couldn’t have known about you and I.”
He was talking animatedly now, a look of desperation on his face.
“She helped me Buffy, helped me to get transferred here. She went through the process herself and helped me. Please understand. I did this for you, for us. I couldn’t stand being away from you any longer. Please believe me, Buffy.” He was the one ready to cry now. He couldn’t lose his Buffy, not now, not after everything he’d done to get here.
“So... you didn’t cheat on me? With her?” She watched his eyes turn glassy as he shook his head emphatically.
“I would NEVER do that to you, Buffy. I-I... I love you.”
His voice choked from emotion on those last three words, telling her he spoke the truth. She dropped her books and launched herself into his arms, nearly knocking him over.
“Do you know what you put me through? I should hate you right now, should never forgive you.” She sobbed openly while he held her tight.
“I’m so sorry. It’s my fault, all of it. Xander said I should have told you from the beginning but I didn’t want to. There was a chance my transfer wouldn’t be approved even though I was doing everything I could to make it happen. I didn’t want to disappoint you, to get your hopes up and when I found out I got accepted I was so busy getting ready to move and-and I just wanted to surprise you.”
She nodded into his chest. Yes, she could understand his reasons.
“Please forgive me, baby. I would never do anything to hurt you. I’m so sorry, so sorry.” Total relief flooded his system when she drew his face down for a gentle kiss.
Her hands slid under his duster to run along his chest. God, he felt so good, even better than she remembered. He tried to slip his tongue between her lips, coax her into a more passionate kiss but she shied away from him.
“I’ll forgive you on one condition.” She stared into eyes, clearly seeing all the love he felt for her.
“Anything, Miss Buffy. Anything at all, just tell me and it’s yours.” He watched her smile turn sexy and mischievous.
“Remind me just how much you love me. Right now!” She winked and slipped her hand between them to rub his cock with the palm of her hand.
His manhood sprang to life the instant she touched him. “Ahh,” he gasped under her touch... it had been far too long. He grabbed her hand while his head swiveled left and right, searching frantically for a closet, a dark corner, hell, anywhere where they could be alone until he felt her tug on his sleeve.
“My room.” He nodded and yanked her out the door, forcing her to squeal over his enthusiasm.
Hand in hand they began running across the campus grounds until he took the lead and practically dragged her along, he was in such a hurry.
“Spike, Spike, WAIT! You don’t know where I live.” She laughed her head off when he stopped to scoop her up and started running again, telling her to just point.
Reaching her dorm, he set her down and pulled the door open to let her through first.
“This way.” She pointed towards a stairwell and took off running ahead of him.
She giggled and screamed in delight every time he made a grab for her as she bounded up the stairs, saying he couldn’t have her if he couldn’t catch her.
They reached the second landing where he was finally able to catch her around the waist, scolding her with kisses while pressing her up against the wall, rubbing his body against hers until she was panting in his arms.
“Which floor? You better tell me or I’ll take you right here, kitten.” He grabbed her bottom, giving her shallow thrusts with his hips so that she knew he meant business.
“Ohhh, mmmm, fourth, ahhh, I think... yeah, fourth.” She couldn’t think straight as he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck while grinding himself against her center.
“HEY!!!” He suddenly reached behind her knees and threw her over his shoulder, taking two steps at a time along the remaining two flights until they reached her floor. Thank God she wasn’t wearing a skirt.
“What room?” He swung her around, looking down each side of the hallway until he heard her say ‘404, to the left’.
He finally had to set her down so she could unlock her door, but it didn’t stop him from reaching around her waist to cup her mound.
“Hurry,” he breathed in her ear then reached his other hand around to undo the button and zipper that stood between him and his hard earned prize.
“Ohhh, William. St-stop that.” She was fumbling with her keys when she felt his hand slip inside her jeans. He held her hip with one hand while the other sought out her opening with his middle digit. The muscles of her womanhood instantly clamped down around his finger as he began sliding it in and out rhythmically.
“Tsk, tsk,” he chided. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, kitten.” He kept pushing his finger in and out of her, losing himself in her slick heat, pumping his hips against her soft, round bottom.
“People will see,” she defended herself, still fumbling with her keys, he had her so distracted. His breath was hot next to her ear and she shuddered from the low rumble of his voice.
“Let them.” He nipped at her lobe then slid the hand on her hip up and under her shirt to grasp her breast. "They’ll be so jealous when they see what I’m going to do to you. And do you know what that is?” He smiled as she whimpered. “I’m going to push your pants down right here, unzip mine and slip my cock inside that hot little pussy of yours. Then I’m going to fuck you so good and hard you won’t be able to sit right in your classes for a week.”
“Oh GOD, YES!” She’d welcome the hurting as long as she could feel him inside of her again, and again, and again.
“So unless you want your dorm mates to see that, I suggest you open the door.”
She forced her eyes open and struggled once more with the lock, successfully this time.
She went in first and ran to her bed, bounding on top of it and flipped on her back in time to see him flash her that sexy smile of his as he locked the door behind him.
He slowly, very slowly stalked towards her, shedding his duster and T-shirt along the way, allowing them to drop to the floor at random. He unbuttoned his pants and smiled when she started taking off her own clothes. God, she was a sight for sore eyes. Beautiful, tan, luscious curves... he could hardly wait to bury himself inside her beautiful body.
She lay there in her underwear when he finally crawled onto the bed towards her with a feral gleam in his eye, completely naked and fully aroused.
“Why are you wearing underwear?” He stopped to hover over her belly.
“I wasn’t expecting you?” she offered. She gasped when he lowered his mouth to one hip and pulled the tiny bow that held her panties in place with his teeth.
“You know I’m keeping these, right?” He trailed his tongue lightly over her hip and across her belly to take apart the other bow in the same manner.
“AHHHHH!” Without warning, he placed his palms under her thighs and pushed her legs back toward her head. She lay there helpless as he spread her wide open and moved in to place a long, hard lick with the flat of his tongue, moaning into her center.
“I missed this so much,” he spared the words before pushing his tongue in deep, feasting on her juices as she thrashed above him.
She fisted her fingers into his hair and yanked him away from her.
“No foreplay, not this time. Need you now, Spike.”
The look of lust in her eyes was overwhelming to him as he allowed her to pull on his hair until they were finally face to face, her legs winding themselves around his hips, her back arching, reaching to make the connection they’d been denied for so long.
“Beautiful Buffy, I just wanted to please you. I’m going to treat you so good... in and out of bed that you’ll never want another.”
“I love you, William, but right now I just need to feel you inside me. Please? Just fuck me.” She looked into his eyes and saw he still wanted to play as he kept moving away from her attempts at making contact with his erection.
“Such a naughty, kitte... HEY!” The little minx somehow flipped them over so she was straddling him. Damn she was strong and, “Ohhhhh, YES!” She took hold of his shaft and sank herself down on it until he felt the swollen folds of her sex touch the base of his cock.
Grabbing his hands, she pinned them over his head and rocked her hips over his.
“Mine!”
He gulped hard. She a wild look about her, a very determined look as she marked him with that one word.
“Yes, Buffy, I’m yours. Yours and yours alone.” She visibly relaxed and let go of his hands to sit up straight. All he could do was watch her, completely mesmerized as she swiveled her hips over him in a figure eight, closing her pretty green eyes and letting her head fall back, open-mouthed and panting.
He reached up and touched her breasts, gently brushing her nipples with the tips of his thumbs. Her skin felt so soft and yielding under his touch. She looked down at him just as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.
Placing her hands on his shoulder, she gave in to the tender kiss he placed to her lips, loving the feel of his warm strong arms as they banded around her waist, helping her to rise and fall over him. The change in angle struck the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her and she used her knees to start moving faster, breaking away from the kiss to speak.
“Make me cum, William.”
He pulled her harder into his thrusts, working his hips a little faster, trying to give her what she wanted. Burying his face in her hair, he raised one hand, threading his fingers through the soft locks to hold her close just so he could breathe in her unique, delicate scent over and over again.
“Faster, baby, please?” she begged as she could feel her womb start to tighten.
He couldn’t comply with her request in this position so he rolled her onto her back, determined she would get what she asked for.
“Yes, yes... mmm-ahh, more... harder.” He was right, she wasn’t going to be able to sit right for a week the way he was pounding into her, but damned if she planned on attending any classes this week now that he was here. She was going to chain him to her bed, hold him hostage until they’d made up for all the time they’d lost being apart.
His hands were on the bed supporting his upper body away from hers and she drank in the sight of him as he moved above her; his eyes closed in concentration, mouth open and panting harshly with each rapid thrust, he was the most beautiful man she’d ever lay eyes on and she was never going to let him go.
Her walls started fluttering around him, signaling her impending orgasm. Reaching one hand under her waist, he pulled her away from the bed and into his thrust, slamming his hips into hers even harder, trying to strike her clit with each movement. He knew her body well and even the long months hadn’t clouded his memory of what exactly got his girl off.
She almost couldn’t breathe. He began growling when he brought their bodies even closer with his arm. Her gaze had been fixed on the ceiling as she felt her orgasm creeping up on her, building slowly at first, until she looked across the room. The tall mirror affixed to the door revealed his gorgeous ass, muscles clenching with every thrust, his broad back and shoulders pouring all his strength, everything he had into pleasing her.
Her body stiffened as her walls closed in around his cock, squeezing him until his eyes rolled up in his head. He lowered himself, pressing his chest against hers, searching for her hands to interlace their fingers together and let himself go just as she screamed his name, still pumping his hips to keep her cumming while stream after stream of his hot pleasure coated her passage.
It took many ragged breaths from each of them to regain their voices. Buffy was the first to speak.
“You missed class.”
He chuckled as he raised his head to look at her. “So did you.”
They giggled some more until he rolled them onto their sides, her hip over his, still joined.
“You know something? I wasn’t even going to go to that class this morning because I decided to drop it.”
“And miss the opportunity to have me privately tutor you? Why Miss Buffy, I’m shocked.” He raised one sexy eyebrow, making her laugh.
“Speaking of... what’s with the shocking white dye job?” She ran her hands through his hair. “And the all black outfit and nails and...”
He tilted his head to the side and interrupted her. “What? You don’t like it?” He pushed his bottom lip out and pouted at her.
“Oh God, no. I-I mean YES. I love it... actually. You look amazing, hot, sexy... just, well, why the change?”
“I guess I just felt so different from my old self after meeting you, that I wanted a change. I’m glad you like it, kitten, but if you want, I’ll change back.”
“Don’t you dare! I don’t care if you came here with dread-locks,” he chuckled at her. “Okay, maybe not so big on dread-locks, but I just... can’t...” She sighed heavily as she ran her fingers down his cheek.
Closing his eyes, he took her hand in his and kissed the tips of each of her fingers in turn before placing a warm and gentle kiss into her palm.
“You’re here. You’re REALLY here and I’m not just dreaming.” He looked up at her with his soft blue eyes, making her melt.
“I love you, Buffy,” he whispered, his expression turning serious. “I’ll never leave you, I promise.”
“I love you, too.” He held onto her hand and kissed her sweetly before pulling back in surprise.
“Where’s your ring?” He held her hand out for inspection. He could see there was a tan line from it, but she wasn’t wearing it.
She looked at him, guilt ridden that she didn’t have it here. “I thought we were through. I’m so sorry, I’ll go back to my parents and get it tonight, I promise.” He smiled at her but shook his head ‘no’.
“It’s alright, please don’t feel bad. Besides, I think it’s time I replaced it. Don’t you?” She had the cutest nose when she wrinkled it in confusion.
“Someday I suppose.”
“How about right now?” He’d been waiting for just the right moment, and since it seemed to present itself, he couldn’t wait to show her.
“R-right now?” Her eyes went wide; he couldn’t be serious could he?
He pulled out of her and got off the bed, looking around for his duster.
She sat up and watched him retrieve something from his jacket then come back to sit on the edge of the bed.
“I’m nervous as hell right now, but, well... I can only hope and pray you understand.” He held out a tiny white satin box and opened it to reveal the antique. As she stared at it, her hands flew up to her mouth, so he said it before he could lose his nerve completely. “Will you marry me, Buffy?”
She nodded her head twice then dropped her hands to her lap. “Yes,” she whispered then threw her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear. “A thousand times, yes.”
He held her tight for a few seconds more then pulled the ring from the box once she’d sat back again.
“It was my great, great grandmother’s. It’s stayed in my family to be handed down to the women that take my last name. You already know that my father passed away two years ago and when I told my mother I was coming here to be with you, she insisted I take it, offer it to you. I-I realize it may not be the ring you have idealized but... and I’ll buy you another if...”
“William, it’s perfect. I don’t think I COULD ask for a better ring, or to follow in a more beautiful tradition.” She kissed his cheek. “It’s perfect, you’re perfect.”
He smiled as she allowed him to slip the ring on her finger. Holding her hand up so they could both inspect it, they smiled together as the single square diamond shone brightly in the sunlight that streamed through her window. The smaller, round diamonds that surrounded it were set within a lace styled pattern of spun white gold that spoke of an older era, one steeped in a tradition she was proud to uphold in his family’s honor.
“When do you want to get married?”
She gave him a sly yet serious smile. “Ever heard of Las Vegas?”
A/N: I do hope you all enjoyed the last chapter in this little trilogy. I decided to end it here because if I kept going, it would turn into something it was never intended to be. Have a great week, smoochies.
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Sorry it’s taken me so long to post this chapter but RL has been hectic lately. Thanks to Beasleysmom and Dusty273 for all their help. I hope you like the chapter. I promise to answer reviews but it may take me some time since I’ve posted chapters to all 3 of my stories within a 24 hour period.