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Buffy couldn’t believe how fast things had gone downhill. The table at the restaurant Parker had booked wasn’t free. Buffy hadn’t minded having to wait, but Parker had bitched about it for the last twenty minutes, muttering under his breath. And then when they had finally got a table, Parker had been unbearably rude to the poor waitress.

And then he hadn’t even asked Buffy what she’d wanted. He’d simply told her to sit there and look pretty as he ordered for the both of them. That had dropped her jaw. And now, as they were sharing wine, she couldn’t help but notice the smirk on his face or the glazed look in his eyes as he spoke about how his newest holiday home and how much money he’d made last year. Now all she wanted was to get away from him as far as possible.

“You know,” Parker said, leaning forward. “I have a standing room at the Ritz.”

Creepazoid, Buffy thought, keeping a frozen smile in place.

“Uh-huh?” Buffy said, trying to pretend she didn’t understand. “That’s nice.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Parker suggested.

“But we haven’t even had dinner,” Buffy said weakly, trying to make light of the come-on.

“I’d be happy to buy you breakfast in the morning,” Parker said, giving her what he thought was a winning smile. It looked more like a lecherous grin. “If you earn it.”

Ogre, Buffy thought, her smile widening so hard it hurt.

“Ummmm,” Buffy said sitting up, “would you excuse me a moment?”

“I hate to see you go,” Parker said, shaking his head as he took a languid sip of wine. “But I love to watch you walk away baby.”

Buffy’s smile faltered slightly, but she held her nerve, turning around and trying not to run. Meanwhile, Parker admired her ass, picturing what she’d look like face down in his bed as he took her from behind.

Buffy grabbed her cellphone out of her purse and tried Faith’s number. The phone went to voicemail. Buffy groaned. Now she’d had have to find a cab. She’d text Parker saying there was an emergency and she had to run. After she’d gotten halfway home.

Buffy slipped out of the side entrance of the hotel and began scouring for a cab. After a couple of minutes of no luck, Buffy let out a little howl.

“Faith” Buffy growled, “I could just kill you.”

Back at the Summer’s home

Mmmmm, Faith thought. Buffy’s going to kill me.

Faith and William’s lips smacked together sweetly. Gently. Loudly. It was everything a first kiss should be. Tender. Slightly hesitant. A kiss that promised much. A kiss that would be a secret. Their secret.

Faith was beyond impressed. She’d expected the young man to be crude. To try to devour her mouth, like he was eating a box of KFC. But William had kept his lips feather soft.

Faith found herself being being picked up by William. She ran her hand across his chest, slipping under his shirt. Faith delighting in feeling his strength, enjoying how those hard muscles flexed under her touch, then found herself being maneuvered into sitting across his lap. And all the while William managed never to break the contact of their mouths
Damn. Faith thought as she slipped her hand around his neck and played with the base of his hair. The boy has skills.

‘Mmmm’ Faith gasped when she felt his hardness nestled against her bum. Oh he was a big boy. And rock hard.
This is going to be so much fun, she thought wickedly.
With great reluctance, Faith pulled back her head, separating their mouths. Faith tried not to moan when she saw him licking his own sensual lips, wanting to keep tasting her. William’s eyes were glassy and he came bent his head forward as if on auto-pilot. At the last moment, Faith raised her head, avoiding his mouth. God she needed a moment to clear her head. Give her a moment to think on how to play this. Still, she stroked his face, offering him her neck. William gratefully accepted, his mouth laying hot kisses upto her flesh.

“Baby,” Faith whispered, trying to mix want with feigned reluctance. “We….shouldn’t….”

That’s it, she thought. Deny him. It’ll only make him want this more.

Faith looked down to see his beautiful jaw tense up as he planted a kiss on her neck. In the pause that followed that admission on his part, Faith wondered if she’d played the wrong hand. But then she upped the ante.

“But I want to,” Faith admitted. She let her fingers stroke that statue-esque jaw. “God I want you so much.”

Spike couldn’t think straight. This beautiful gorgeous woman wanted him? Him? Jesus Christ. High school him would have had a heart attack and died by now. But this wasn’t high school and he wasn’t poor little William anymore.
“Do you,” Faith asked, raising his chin so that their eyes could meet again. “Want to?”

Spike was lost. Hopelessly lost to his young raging hormones. This freaking goddess wanted him. His mother’s best friend. His best friend’s mother. The type of situation that only ever occurred in the wildest fantasies of young men everywhere had just dropped into his lap. What the hell was he supposed to say? No?

Faith read the want in his eyes. But still she waited. Waited as he considered it. Waited until she saw the gears shifting in his head. Saw a slight smirk form on his lips as he considered his answer. Faith knew she had him when his hands began to slide up her smooth legs once again, pausing to caress and massage her thighs.

“Not here,” Faith said, pushing away his hands away when he began tugging at her panties.

As slutty as Faith was, she wasn’t about to do it on a suede couch. At least not the first time, she thought eyeing the furniture, envisioning certain….possibilities. Maybe later.
Faith softened the blow by rubbing her bottom against his groin, then lifting up and placing his hands on her ass.

“Upstairs,” she said, as he fondled her pretty pert ass, with a wolfish leer, no doubt already looking forward to doing wonderfully naughty things to her rump. “In a nice soft bed.”

“Right then,” Spike said, smacking her ass, making her yelp with delight. Faith pondered his quick transformation from the shy boy to this…..man.

Meanwhile Spike quickly picked her up and carried her all the way to the top of the stairs.

“Easy tiger,” Faith said stroking his chest, as he walked down the hallway. “We have all night. Let’s take it nice and slow.”

Faith frowned when she saw an uneasy look cross Spike’s face. She looked back to see they were in front of Buffy’s bedroom.

Thinking quickly, Faith smashed her mouth against Spike’s, swallowing him into a long steamy kiss. Their mouths froze into place when they heard the door slam loudly.

“Argh,” Buffy sighed loudly, flopping down on the couch. “What a goddamn night.”

Faith and Spike’s mouths separated with a wet plop, each of their eyes wider than the other. Faith saw ‘Spike’ fade away as panick clouded his eyes. William put Faith down, then frantically gestured for her to go. Faith raised a questioning hand, pointing out that the stairs were the only exit available.

Bathroom, he mouthed. William tried to open the door as gently as possible, but winced when he heard a loud creak. Faith giggled, but made her way into the bathroom quickly at the sound of Buffy’s voice.

“Will?” Buffy said loudly, for the first time noticing the pizza and pepsi. She placed a hand to the pizza, noting how it was still warm.

“Yeah,” he called gruffly, heading to the top of the stairs.

“Do we have company?” Buffy asked, her voice sounding tired.

“Xander was over here,” William lied. “He’s gone now.”

The thought of Xander further embarassed and shamed William.

Buffy frowned. Xander leaving without finishing the pizza? He must be coming down with something, she thought.

“Good,” Buffy sighed. “Then I can eat all the pizza.”

“Help yourself,” William said.

Buffy grabbed the entire pizza box, then made her way up the stairs.

William retreated at the sound of her footsteps, until he was halfway into his own room.

“How was your night?” Buffy called as she saw the door close.

“Fine,” William said, squirming, glad she couldn’t see his face.

Buffy opened her mouth to say something further, but then shook her head.

Forget it, she thought. Buffy opened her door and went into her room, still munching on the pizza.

“You have to go,” William whispered frantically, motioning Faith out of the bathroom.

“Sure you don’t have time for a quickie?” Faith teased, her voice a whisper. William’s eyes widened with alarm.

Adorably so, Faith thought.

“Just kidding baby,” she said, touching his cheek. “Wanna take my time with you.”

“This was a mistake,” William said, gently grasping her wrist and bringing it back to her. “Okay? This never happened.”

“Fine,” Faith said, rolling her eyes.

Yeah right. I’m not going to give up that easy.

“You have to go,” William said again. “Now.”

“Kiss me goodbye first?” Faith said, coquettishly. “Please?”

“No,” William whispered. “Go.”

Quickly he grasped Faith’s wrist and opened the door. This time, thankfully it didn’t creak. William let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and quickly guided Faith down past Buffy’s room and onto the staircase.

Wanna come over to my place? Faith mouthed.

Go, William gestured, nervously looking back at the still closed room.

Faith blew William a kiss, then descended the stairs. William looked back with trepidation, as he heard the front door gently click into place. No reaction from Buffy’s room. He sighed, then decided to play it safe. He descended to the living room, then locked both the front door and the back door.

Faith isn’t going to be sneaking back in here, he thought. Not with Buffy in the house.

Letting out an exhausted breath, William went to the downstairs bathroom, then brushed his teeth properly. He wanted to forget this had ever happened. Wanted the taste of the brunette out of his mouth. Finally William climbed the stairs, running his hands through his hair. He walked down the long corridor, then paused in front of Buffy’s room.

Buffy sat on the bed, chewing on the half cold pizza, sipping her second glass of wine. She’d taken off her dress, but hadn’t had the energy to take off her make-up. Nor did she want to, considering how perfect her face looked and how much time and effort had gone into it. Now Buffy stared at herself in the mirror, critically evaluating herself. She’d also changed a luxurious white silken nightie that was wonderfully breezy and felt soft against her skin.

“Well,” she said finally. “At least I still have my looks.”

For now, she thought darkly, before sighing deeply. God, what a night. This was not how I hoped it would end. Then the thought of what she had originally hoped for struck her and she felt like she wanted to vomit.

“Parker,” Buffy said distastefully. “God.”

Buffy glanced towards her door, noticing a shadow underneath it, just standing there. Buffy’s eyes grew wide as a horrific thought struck her.

Oh god. It couldn’t be Parker could it?

“William?” she called nervously.

“Yes?” he said.

God, she thought. Why did I do that? Of course it wouldn’t be Parker. Who else would it be other than William?

Outside William winced. He’d just been standing there, party concerned, but with all sorts of perverted thoughts running through his head.

Buffy looked at herself in the mirror. The nightie wasn’t scandalous. At most, it showed just a hint of cleavage. It cut off at her thigh, but not an inordinate amount of leg. Nothing she hadn’t worn around the house while making breakfast a hundred times before.

We need to talk, Buffy reasoned. The sooner the better.
She took another sip of wine, letting the spirit dull her sense of danger.

“Come in,” Buffy said.

William walked in warily He found Buffy on the bed, in her favourite white nightie, a glass of wine in her hand. William had seen her wearing this a million times, but this felt different. His eyes were instantly drawn to just the hint of golden breasts peeking out from the very top of the outfit. His mouth watered at the sight, and he forced himself to avert his eyes.

Sick mate, he thought. Sick sick sick.

Still, he couldn’t help but glance at her long golden legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Still wearing her ‘fuck me’ pumps, he noted as his eyes ran up her sculpted smooth legs. His cock hardened beyond belief at the thought of spreading those beautifully legs and supping from what lay between, before wrapping them around his waist and letting her ride him. William grit his teeth, trying to reign in his clearly out of control hormones.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

My William, Buffy thought sighing a little. She cocked her head, taking in the sight of him standing before her, looking away from her. Buffy blinked when she noticed how his T-shirt was clinging to his chest, outlining his very well defined muscles. How beautifully blue his eyes were. His shockingly platinum hair. Those sculpted cheeks. That aquiline nose. Those soft looking lips. Unbidden, her eyes dropped down, noticing how tightly the denim clung to the front of him. The memory of Buffy’s original sin flashed before her eyes. Of her seeing him standing there, in all his glory, naked in front of a full length mirror, still wet from the shower.

Buffy bit her lip when she remembered those hard as steel abs, his firm looking ass, his slender hips. And then she remembered him turning and her eyes were where they should never have been. She took in a slight breath when she remembered her eyes pouring lustfully over his magnificent cock.

Suddenly it hit her with the force of a ten ton truck. Oh my god, she thought. I’m attracted to him. I’m attracted to William. My son! The thought horrified her. Appalled her. Terrified her. Alarmed her. Scandalized her. Aroused her.
Wait, Buffy thought. What was that last one? She took a moment to register the familiar tingling sensation that was running through her body, like the after shocks of an earthquake.

No, she thought. I can’t want him. It’s wrong. It’s unnatural.
Buffy responded to her base emotions by trying to drown it out with another long sip of wine. It had the opposite effect of what was intended, inflaming her ardour instead.
Then Buffy noticed his beautiful blue eyes on her breasts. They looked hungry. She saw his mouth open and his tongue flickering against his lips before his gaze shifted down to her heels. She saw his eyes change colour from blue to almost black as they ran up her legs, then settled on what lay between them. The look he gave her sent a supercharged shock of electricity straight to her quim, almost shortcircuiting any active brain cells.

He wants me, Buffy thought in a daze. William. My son wants me.

Buffy took a deep breath and emptied her wine glass. Okay, Buffy thought. Get a grip. Put an end to this right now. This ends now.

“Come here baby,” Buffy said, patting the space by her side. “Sit with me. Let’s talk.”

William tamely took a seat by her side, as they avoided each other’s eyes. Buffy took a moment to try to tame herself.

“Look,” she said. “I know things have been…..a bit weird lately.”

“Yeah,” William said, still not looking at her.

Buffy tried. She really tried. But at the last moment she chickened out. Like the chicken she was.

“But,” Buffy blustered. “It doesn’t mean anything. I mean….weird stuff just happens sometimes. That’s life. Life is weird.”

“We just have to be…..” Buffy continued. “More…you know….aware now. Of things. Cut things off before they happen.”

“Yeah,” William said. “We do.”

Buffy knew this was just a band-aid, but she couldn’t bring herself to deal with the actual problem.

I want my son Buffy thought. And he wants me. Where the hell is that book on parenting?

“So how was your date?” William asked sullenly. He knew the moment he said it, he shouldn’t have. The tension further racheted up a notch.

“Awful,” Buffy said, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m never dating again.”
“Good,” William said, with a little too much force. “Because I don’t want to share you. Ever.”

“Oh baby,” Buffy said, reaching out to touch his cheek. God. He was really upset. “You’ll never have to share me.”

So beautiful, Buffy thought. My beautiful William. Suddenly, her finger had dropped down and her hand was on his chest, enjoying the feel of his muscles on her palm.

“Promise?” William said.

“I promise,” Buffy said, turning his face so that he looked at her.

Buffy’s heart sped up wildly at the savage possessiveness in his eyes. Who was this creature?

“You’re mine?” Spike asked, his blue eyes holding her green ones. Buffy felt entranced by the depth of those cerulean eyes. Captivated by his look. She nodded, as if in a daze.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you’re mine.”

Buffy knew she shouldn’t. That she should stop this. Deep down, she knew.

“Yours,” she said, her voice quivering with need. “And you’re mine.”

Alarm bells went off in each of their heads, but the heady look they were sharing began blocking it out. As they began leaning in towards each other, the world began to recede. Darkness enveloped everything, snuffing out everything else until the only thing that existed was this room. Then this bed. Then just the two of them and their raw, primal, pulsating need and their mouths ghosting.

“Just us,” Buffy whispered.

And with that declaration, their lips met and held for what seemed like an eternity.


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