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Acting The Part

Part 9





William maneuvered her leg around until she was straddling
his lap. He placed one hand on the back of her neck and
urged her down until he could find her lips with his again.

The hot shock of contact with his tongue made Buffy gasp,
and she immediately brought her's into the fray. When she
felt his hands move up and down her back, she arched it
slightly, pressing her breasts against him.

It had been a very...very long time since she'd had any kind of
intimate contact with a man. One or two casual dates that had
never amounted to anything had kissed her, but nothing more
than that had occurred since the implosion of her marriage.

Sex with her former husband had been a pleasant enough
experience. He had been her first lover, and she'd had nothing
to compare him with, but he'd always been gentle and con-
siderate.. Their love life had taken on a sort of routine; three
nights a week, with an occasional Sunday morning tryst.

Until the baby had entered the picture.

After Melanie's arrival, the Sunday morning sex had disappeared
completely. She'd been a good baby, and much easier than most
from what Buffy had been able to piece together by listening to
other moms, but she'd been the "early to bed and early to rise"
type, and was always awake by 6:00 am at the latest.

As the months went on, Buffy's disillusion in Angel had caused
her to lose interest in maintaining much of a sexual relationship,
and since he hadn't been pushy about it, she hadn't had a difficult
time believing that he was finding his satisfaction somewhere else.

She had been doing all right without it...up until the other night
when she'd read the adult fan fiction centering around William St.
James. Meeting him and being instantly attracted had cemented
the yearnings, while the realization that he had similar thoughts about
her sent them skyrocketing.

Now...she was sitting on his lap in her kitchen chair, with her body
plastered up against his as though it had been glued there. His mouth
was moving from her lips and blazing a path of moist kisses over to her
ear, and then down the side of her neck. When he nuzzled the base of
her throat and touched his tongue to the shallow cup there, she felt a
surge of pure sexual need shoot through her entire body.

"Buffy," he murmured, burying his fingers in her hair to tilt her head
back. "You're so sweet....so pretty." His mouth moved down to the
opening of her blouse as he lifted his hips to seek harder friction. "God...I
can feel your heat."

She could feel his, too....and it was driving her wild, making her utter
all sorts of mewing little kitten sounds and desperate pleas that had no
foundation in words of any kind.

The top button of her blouse suddenly separated from it's holder. William
took immediate advantage by trailing his kisses down from her collarbone
and just under the starchy cotton fabric.

Feeling the sensation of his hot breath so close to her bare skin made
her want to tear her shirt open all the way, to offer him more than he could
reach. Rearing back, she met his intense blue gaze with hers and froze
for a moment at the expression on his face, one that she'd never seen
before...not even in the early days of Angel's courtship.

It was desire of the most ravenous kind. She could tell just by looking
at him what it was he wanted to do. She could sense his longing to pull
her down to the floor with him and.....

"Mommy?"

Buffy lurched back so fast that she slipped off William's lap and
landed on her butt. Melanie was at least halfway down the stairs and
she'd be heading for the kitchen.

Rolling onto her hands and knees, she scrambled to her feet and
went to head her daughter off at the foot of the stairs.

"What's wrong, baby?" she asked, pushing her messy hair back
off her face.

The problem was instantly apparent. Melanie's chest jerked in
little rhythmic hitches that made her gulp for air. "I need a drink," she
said between hiccups.

"Oh, you sure do." Buffy turned her around and patted her on the
behind. "Scoot back upstairs and I'll bring you one."

After watching her daughter go into her room, Buffy took a deep
breath and refastened the top button of her shirt. As she returned
to the kitchen, she tried to will away the color rising in her cheeks,
but it was a useless effort.

Without saying anything to William, who was standing next to the
rear door, she grabbed a plastic cup that Melanie had acquired at
some fast food restaurant and half filled it with tepid water. Slapping
on the lid, she pushed a straw into it and nearly ran up the stairs.

"Here you go, baby," she said, sitting on the bed beside her
little girl.

Melanie took in a breath so deep that it sounded like she
was draining the room of oxygen. Her little face scrunched up and
she made a conscious effort to hold the breath inside while she took
several swallows of water.

"Better?" Buffy set the cup down on the nightstand where the
child could reach it.

The two of them waited it out for several seconds before Melanie
released the breath she'd been working so hard to keep

"Yes," Melanie finally said, relaxing her features.

Buffy tucked her in beneath her blankets, then smoothed
her hair back and kissed her forehead. "I'll leave your cup here
in case you need more, but if you do then be sure and go to the
bathroom, okay?"

"Okay, but I just did."

Grateful that she didn't ask whether or not William was still in
the house, Buffy kissed her daughter one more time, then went
back downstairs to the kitchen.

"Sorry." She shrugged apologetically. "One of the drawbacks of
dating a mom," she said, wishing that she hadn't the moment the
words left her mouth. He'd never said anything about dating her, and
the comment hung in the air between them.

But he just imitated her shrug. "No problem." There was a long
pause, then he added, "I should really be going."

Unfortunately, that was true.

Not that she wanted him to leave, but Melanie's interruption had
been like a splash of cold water bringing a fainting person back to
consciousness. Everything had begun moving at the speed of
light, and she needed to slow it down.

As immensely attracted as she was to William St James, she'd
only just met him three days ago. What would he think of her if
she hopped into bed with him on such a short acquaintance?

Although her body was in tumultuous chaos, her brain was now
struggling to regain control, the two parts screaming mixed
signals at her and causing sensory overload.

She gave him a tiny nod. "Yeah, it's getting late...and I have
SUCH a day tomorrow."

William smiled. "Me, too."

There was another awkward pause. "Well..." they both said at
the same time, then laughed.

"Right." He moved away from the door and went into the
living room to retrieve his jacket.

"Don't forget your picture," she told him.

"Oh, I'd never do that," he replied. "Did you see this?"

Buffy nodded. "I was there when she drew it. Couldn't help
wondering how you manage to fit inside your spaceship."

"Starship," he corrected her.

A smile lifted the corner of her mouth. "What's the difference?"

"About thirty-five years. No one says 'spaceship' anymore."

"Oh, is that a fact?" Buffy countered. "Well, not according to
what I've read on the Inter....."

She stopped cold, horrified at nearly revealing to him her first
hand knowledge about the sexual exploits of his fictional
alter-ego.

"Thank you again for the lovely evening," she said, hoping he wouldn't
notice her abrupt change of subject and guess the reason for it. She
pulled open the front door and ushered him out onto the porch...where
she stayed.

Buffy had no intention of going anywhere near that big, comfortable
behemoth he drove, lest her desire to finish what they'd started in
the kitchen shoot her resolve not to right straight to hell.

"You're welcome," he replied. Producing his car keys from the
inner pocket of his jacket, he once again pinned his eyes on
hers. "Can I call you tomorrow?"

With her mind on autopilot, she made some sort of an agreeable
comment.

Then, with no warning whatsoever, his hand reached for hers,
dragging her up against his body. "Kiss me goodnight," he
demanded softly.

Her heart beat increased exponentially as she did what he
wanted. When he moved away, she ordered her hands to
relax the death grip they'd taken on the soft leather of his
jacket.

She watched as he drove away, already making plans for
an unpleasantly cold shower.


TBC...
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