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Part Fifteen...


"Do you feel like talking?"

Buffy turned on her side and smiled into William's
eyes. "Sure. What about?"

He shrugged, looking almost boyishly shy for a moment. "How
about what just happened?"

She considered the question, fairly sure he wasn't requesting
a rating between 1 and 10 on his performance. It was
definitely a solid 10, there was no doubt about it, but William
didn't seem like the kind of man to need that sort of reassurance,
which had to mean that he was ready to discuss the emotional
implications of the act.

Problem was, she didn't know quite what they were just yet.

Oh, she knew enough to satisfy herself that what had occurred
between them was in no way a mistake. Perhaps it had happened
a little sooner than it should have, but they'd both been willing
participants and were both well over the age of consent.

And she knew that he cared for her in some way. He'd made
that more than clear when he'd told her that she wasn't a one
night stand for him. He hadn't needed to say that. She'd been
ready, willing and able to go to bed with him before he'd made
that statement, and had he NOT made it, she wouldn't
have done any differently

Unsure of how to say everything she felt, she worked at
collecting her thoughts.

"How do you feel about me?" he asked, moving close enough
to drape his arm across her waist.

"I think you're wonderful." The words tumbled out of her mouth
before she could stop them, making her cheeks flush.

William didn't seem to notice. "Why?" he asked, with perfect
sincerity.

She could see by the look on his face that he really wanted an
answer, and could sense an inner desperation, as though he'd
been lied to in the past, or not cared about for the right reasons;
not wanted for WHO he was, but for WHAT he was.

"Because," she said, touching his cheek and smiling when he
instantly turned his head to kiss her palm, "you're gentle, and
you're funny, and you make me feel things that I haven't felt in
so long I'd forgotten how. You genuinely care about total strangers.
I mean...I watched you at the convention, and you were...were
really THERE. You were giving all your attention to the people who
came there to see you. When they asked you questions, you
looked right at them, and you listened to what they had to say.
People you'll likely never see again...you made them feel like
friends. Signing all those autographs...you didn't seem to mind
how long it took. God, I get grouchy if I have to sign too many
Christmas cards. But you were so patient, so friendly with every-
one."

It seemed to be what he needed to hear. Moving a little closer in
the bed, he kissed her with amazing tenderness.

"So....you like me, then?" he asked, kissing the tip of her
nose.

"Yes. Very much."

"That's good to know. Because I sort of...well, I....."

Once again, he seemed surprisingly shy about articulating
his thoughts, a trait she found endearing considering
the profession he was in.

He shook his head, laughing a little at his own clumsiness. "You
know what you said about feeling things you haven't felt in
years? It's the same for me."

Rolling onto his back, he stared at the ceiling with one hand
behind his head.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Buffy. I've had a lot of women interested
in me for one reason or another. Some of it was real and some of it
wasn't. Believe me, I'm not trying to sound like a conceited jerk
here, but a lot of it was because of the show. There were some
women who couldn't have cared less about me...as long as the show
was in the top 10 every week. Some of them were more interested
in what I could do for them career wise."

Buffy suspected this was all very true, and she was a little
surprised that he wasn't a more cynical person because of it.

Somehow, he'd retained an inner sweetness that couldn't have been
easy for him to hold on to in the world he lived in.

"Well," she said, propping her head on her hand, "that's their
loss, isn't it?"

William turned his head and smiled at her. "You know, I think
you're wonderful, too."

"You do, huh?" She struggled to sound as though her heartbeat
hadn't just quadrupled.

"Yeah," he nodded, pushing a lock of her hair off her cheek. "When
I first saw you at the convention, I was so attracted to you. I felt
this...this pull towards you...and, now..."

Breathless, she waited out the pause.

"I think about you all the time," he said softly. "I miss you when
we're apart. That's never happened to me before with anyone
else."

"William..."

"Please don't tell me it's too soon." He hushed her with one
finger touching her upper lip. "Because there's nothing I can do
about it."

Gently, she pushed his hand away, but held on to it. "That's not
what I was going to say," she informed him, guiding his hand
to her breast.

He drew an unsteady breath. "What, then?"

Now, it was Buffy's turn to be shy. "I was going to ask you to
make love to me again," she forced out. "But now..."

His warm fingers closed around her breast, squeezing it
tenderly. "Now...?"

"I think...I want to make love to you instead."

Actually, she'd never been more certain of anything. Not
just because she found him desirable or had feelings
for him, but also because she needed to give him a physical
demonstration of those feelings and show him that they
were very real, that all she wanted from him was him-
self.

Her words had quite an effect on him. He breathed in
deeply as his eyes darkened to sapphire gems, kindling
with heat.

The sight both aroused and worried her. Now that she'd
made the overture, she wasn't quite sure where to start,
never having been the aggressor in sexual matters.

In the beginning, with Angel, her youth and her rather
sheltered upbringing had made her too reserved to
initiate intimacy. By the time she was over it, he had
already started sleeping around and the love she'd once
felt had turned to suspicion and then to revulsion, poison-
ing everything between them, seeping into her like icy
lake water and making her cold to him...frigid, as he'd
never hesitated to point out.

In fact, in the midst of their divorce, he'd tried to make
it seem like his unfaithfulness was more HER fault than
HIS, claiming that after Melanie's birth, Buffy had been so
wrapped up in her baby that she'd neglected her husband,
forcing him to find comfort in other women's beds.

Knowing that it took two people to either make a marriage
work or tear it apart, she'd been willing to take a share of
the blame. But, even as far back as their college days
courtship, Angel had been a philanderer at heart, and she'd
been stupid to think that marriage and fatherhood would
change him.

Now, of course, she knew that she was far from frigid. Light
years away, in fact. Her encounter with William had been
the proof of it.

Whatever ice may have been formed inside
of her during her failing marriage was melting in the
heat he caused so effortlessly, a warmth that started
in her center and radiated throughout her body.

Buffy was certain that there wasn't a woman alive who
could be frigid with him around.


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"What do you feel when I touch you?" she whispered.

He smiled expectantly. "Touch me," he whispered
back, "and I'll describe it for you."

Starting at the top, her hand caressed his face, stroking
the fine bone structure with her thumb. It glided down his
throat and explored his pectorals before continuing its
journey south.

She smiled when he moved invitingly closer, bending her
head to kiss the hard layer of muscle below his rib cage.

"Tell me."

"Well," he said hoarsely, "the first word that comes to mind
is.." One hand began to stroke her hair as she teased
him with more soft kisses, moving down lower. "Torture."

"Really?" She was delighted. "Want me to stop?" she
asked, dipping her tongue into the cup of his navel.

"Christ, no!" he said, coming down hard on the 'no'.

Her hand reached down and took a firm hold on his
fully erect organ, giving it a gentle squeeze that made
him groan out loud.

"Harder," he begged. "Slide your hand up and down
like....yeah, like that...just like that." His hips lifted a
little, thrusting him into her closed fist. "Jesus, Buffy.
I don't think my cock's ever been so hard."

His comment increased her own building arousal.

This was something very new for her...erotic talking
as foreplay. Angel's pillow talk had mostly consisted of
directions; 'Move up a little...raise your legs...hold
still...'

Buffy liked William's approach better. She wanted to
play, too.

"Tell me what you want," she said, rubbing her cheek
against his upper thigh.

"I want you to...to keep doing that...keep touching me
like that."

She shook her head. That wasn't what she wanted to
hear. "No, say it the right way."

His eyes had been closed. Now, he opened them,
looking down and meeting her intent gaze.

It wasn't difficult to see what she meant. Still...

"Are you sure, babe?"

Her silence and one arched eyebrow convinced him.

"All right then," he said, his voice deepening. "I want
you to play with my cock. Squeeze it and rub it."

Now, THESE were directions she could get used to!

Her hand continued pumping slowly, alternating her
strokes with squeezes. "Is that what you want?"

"Yeah," he nodded, swallowing hard at the deliciously
wanton sight of her crouching between his spread legs.

"Anything else?"

His erection was almost touching her lips. Hoping he
wasn't being overly graphic for her, he said, "I'd love
to feel your mouth on it."

She brought the head of his shaft to her lips, placing an
airy kiss on it. "And?"

Sensing that she wanted it more plainly said, he dis-
carded gentility. "Take my cock in your mouth. Suck on
it," he demanded, pushing himself more firmly against
her lips.

At this point, she was too aroused to resist or tease.
Holding his hips, she allowed his length to slide smoothly
into her mouth. She tasted moisture and salt on her
tongue, an intoxicating flavor.

His moans of pleasure told her that she must be doing
something right. Gaining confidence, she bathed him in
tenderly sucking caresses, swirl and fluttering her tongue
around the head of his penis.

He threw his head back, arching his hips higher to get
deeper inside. Buffy felt a thrill of feminine power at the
sight and sound of him lying before her, needing her so
desperately. Cupping his testicles in her hand, she held
them gently as her mouth moved up and down.

When he let out a harsh grunt and pushed her away, she
was dazed and surprised. Still holding him in her hand, she
could feel the pulsing throb of the orgasm he'd been getting
close to having.

Looking up at him, she shook her hair out of her eyes. "What's
wrong?"

"Nothing," he said, striving for control. "I don't want to come
yet." Looking into her eyes, he tangled his fingers in her
hair and urged her back up to him. "I want to fuck you first,"
he whispered hotly in her ear.

The power and dominance she'd felt before changed hands
instantly. Now, she was the one made helpless by his words
and deeds, letting them sweep her along on hot waves of
sexual energy.

With his hands on her shoulders, William turned her over
until she was lying on her stomach. He straddled her hips,
one knee pressing down into the mattress on either side
of her. Moving down a little, he lowered his head and kissed
the small of her back, then tongued the length of her
spine.

"Like this," he murmured against her damp skin. "I want to
take you from behind."

Although he didn't ask, she could tell he was waiting for her
to accept or deny the whole idea. Pressing her scarlet cheek
against the pillow, she nodded.

He said something she couldn't understand through the
drum of her heart beat pounding in her ears, and took a
firm hold on her hips, pulling her back until she was on her
knees.

"Grab on to the headboard," he said, his voice a fierce
whisper.

Buffy wrapped her fingers around the cold brass, waiting.

Pressing himself against her thighs, his fingers slid around
her hips into the wet heat of her sex, seeking her clit and
coaxing pleasure out of her with gentle persistence.

Her mouth felt dry from all the panting she was doing. Lick-
ing her lips, she concentrated on his touch.

"God....you're so responsive," he marveled. "So wet for
me."

Tiny orgasmic shivers rippled through her every time he
pinched her clitoris, whetting her appetite for the one that would
rock the foundations of the house.

William sucked in a deep breath. Taking himself in hand, he
rolled on another condom and then eased into her a little at a time,
drawing out the pleasure of penetration. When he was completely
buried in her heat, he grabbed her hips again and ground against her,
gasping when he felt her tightening around his cock.

He looked down at the place where their bodies were joined,
nearly undone by the sight of his shaft sliding in and out of
her, wet and shiny when it emerged from the slick, tight
recess of her body.

The bedsprings rocked as they moved together. She was so
wet and soft that he could finally abandon control and fuck
her deep and hard without fear of hurting her.

With her eyes closed and her head tilted back, she seemed
to him like the perfect picture of sensual woman, all soft
rounded curves and smooth, scented skin. Her back dipped
so fetchingly that he had to take one hand and slide it down
the surface of her flesh to see how it felt.

"Buffy," he groaned out. "Push back against me...harder...ah,
that's it...that's good...you like this?"

All she could do was nod and make some incomprehensible
sound to signal him that she was highly pleased.

Suddenly, he needed her closer. Sliding one arm around her
waist, he pulled her back on her knees until their bodies
were pressed firmly together. With nothing to hold on to, she
slipped one arm behind his neck when he leaned down to nuzzle
her throat.

Locking his arms tightly around her, he began thrusting harder
and faster, breathing in the floral fragrance of her hair, mixed
with the more earthy scent of raw sex.

"Come on, sweetheart," he urged. "Come for me...I want to
feel you come...all over me...so wet and hot...I need it...I
need YOU ...baby...yes...feels so good...so sweet."

He drove into her over and over again. Buffy gasped for
breath, nearly screaming when she felt him use one finger
to play with her clitoris.

That was all she needed to send her over the top. Her
internal muscles clamped down hard, trapping him inside
her as she orgasmed.

The feel of her spasming around him brought on his own
climax. Biting his lip to hold back a shout of pleasure, he
pushed her down on the mattress and delivered three more
thrusts before he erupted.

When he began ejaculating, he pulled out and stripped off
the condom, then burrowed his cock between the tight
sheath of her inner thighs, grinding his pelvis as the hot
fluid spewed out of him.

After it was over, they lay tangled together on the mussed
bedsheets, waiting for their breathing to regulate and their
bodies to calm down.

"See?" he murmured in her ear, stroking and fondling and
petting her all over. "Wonderful."

Being held so close that their hearts pounded in unison,
Buffy nodded. "Yes. You are."

"WE are," he insisted. "You..and me...together."

"Together."


****************************************


A short time later, William rolled over in bed and checked
the clock.

"I hate to say this, but I guess I should go. If I fall asleep
here, you'll never wake me up."

Buffy sat up in bed and wrapped the sheet around her
upper body, watching him get dressed. She knew he was
doing the right thing, and she knew he was doing it because
he didn't want confuse or upset Melanie should she awaken
and come looking for her mother.

A tiny smile formed on her lips. If he only knew.

"What are you smiling at?" he asked, sitting down next
to her.

She shook her head. "It's nothing."

"Oh, come on. That's mean. You can't do that to me."

Looking up at him, she made a snap decision, hoping it
was the right one and wouldn't send him running for the
hills.

"It's about Melanie. Something she said."

"Well, I want to know," he insisted. "Tell me."

Buffy sighed. If he was going to run, she'd just as soon
find out now. "Okay. Remember I told you about 'share
time' in school? When she talked about you?"

"Yeah. And the kids didn't believe her."

"Right."

"But I fixed that...didn't I?"

"Yes," she assured him. "But she said something else about
you...something bigger."

"Tell me," he prompted again.

Well...he was asking for it. "She said that you were going
to be her...her new...daddy."

Sitting back against the headboard, she watched as a
slow smile appeared on his face.

"Really? She said that?"

So far, he wasn't running. He actually looked almost...proud.

"Yeah, she did."

"You think she wants me to be?"

Buffy just shrugged and nodded.

There was a short silence, then William reached for her
hand. "Tell me about her father."



TBC.....

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