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Chapter 16
William yawned and stretched. His body was slick with sweat, his hair hanging around his head in wild curls, and his muscles had a sweet, low ache. He felt a bit buzzed and a little light-headed. The room was cast in a soft, golden hue as the sun set and the light reflected off Buffy’s tan and toned body as she moved around the room. He watched her with heavy eyes as she brushed her hair until it hung around her shoulders and face in a silky, honey-colored curtain.
He knew he needed to get up. Joyce and Dawn would be back at any time, and it wouldn’t do to be found languishing naked in her bed. But the sheets were warm and soft on his back, and the pillow smelled of her, and he really didn’t want to move. He wanted her to come back to bed, because he wasn’t exactly exhausted and he already missed the way she tasted and the way she felt. The thought of leaving her and going back to his empty room and his empty bed was depressing.
He caught her eyes in the mirror and smiled slowly. “You don’t look sick.”
She shrugged. “You must have a magic touch.”
William glanced at the clock. His mother would be expecting him home soon. He rolled out of bed and stood on shaking legs. He felt like he had just ran two, maybe three, marathons. He stumbled across the room and wrapped his arms around her. She didn’t protest or try to pull away. Her body was warm and soft against his, and fit his perfectly. It thrilled him that he could just wrap himself around her, that he could kiss her neck, that he could cup her breasts, that he could slide his fingers down her body and between her legs.
“William…” She moaned.
“Hmmm?”
“Don’t start again…we’ll never stop…”
That didn’t sound like a bad thing to him. His cock was hard again—or maybe it was always hard for her. He didn’t really know. His head nestled between her cheeks, and he gripped his shaft and slid his cock down lower. She was as ready for him as he was for her—wet and warm and willing.
“I can’t get enough of you,” William whispered.
“They’ll…be…home…Oh Christ Will…” She gasped as he pushed against her. “Ok…ok…but…just one…more time.”
William slid into her slowly, trying to practice a bit of self-control. Despite the afternoon they spent together, he still wasn’t entirely sure exactly what he should do. She had set the pace all afternoon, directing the speed, telling him how fast, how slow, how hard, he should go. He pushed her against the vanity, and make-up and perfume bottles fell and rolled across the top. They both ignored the mess they were making. William couldn’t look away from the reflection of Buffy’s face as he continued to thrust into her slowly, deliberately. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her head back, her hair falling down his chest and tickling him.
William smoothed his hands down her body, across her breasts and stomach and settling on her hips. Whatever self-control he had was gone when she thrust against him as hard as she could and her muscles constricted around him. She was too hot, too tight, to intoxicating. He turned the control over to her without thought—his grip on her loosened and he didn’t try to fight her when she pushed against him faster and faster.
He pounded into her, and the vanity rattled against the wall. Everything rolled onto the floor and he thought distantly that the glass would shatter against the wall. He couldn’t hear anything over the steady thump thump thump and her hungry, desperate, encouraging moans. Her eyes remained closed but he kept his wide open. He didn’t want to miss one second of her. He watched as she slid one hand between her wet thighs and started massaging her clit with vigor.
William swept her hair away from her shoulder and exposed her neck. He licked the smooth line of her shoulder and tasted her sweet and salty skin. It didn’t taste like anything he could name. She arched her back and wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him as she jerked her hips faster and faster.
“William…William do you want me…”
William didn’t even take the time to consider what an odd question that was. “Yes!”
“Show…me…” She leaned over and braced herself on the vanity again.
William swallowed hard and took a deep breath. He pulled out of her completely, paused for several seconds, and then plunged into her as hard and fast as he could. He never wanted to do anything as fuck her, but he was fucking her now, with all of his youthful, energetic frustration. He had been exhausted and sated before, but now he drew on previously unknown wells of energy and poured all he could into her until he was gasping for breath and couldn’t see past his own passion and sweat.
“William I’m…” Her words were cut off by his own shout of relief. The orgasm ripped through him and her walls tightened around him and held him inside of her, squeezed his shaft, made him shout again.
He pulled away from her, and without her to support his weight, he went tumbling to the floor. She didn’t let go of the vanity, but she sunk to her knees and stayed there, gasping for breath. She looked at him with sleepy green eyes and gave him a tired smile. “We do need to get dressed now.”
William nodded. “Right. As soon as I can move…”
She leaned forward and grabbed several tubes of lipstick. “I guess we’re lucky nothing broke.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize…Please.”
“I don’t want to go home,” William admitted. “Though I don’t think I can do that again tonight…”
Buffy arched her eyebrow. “I’d say you’ll be good to go again in less than an hour.”
William shook his head. “No I’m…really worn out.”
Buffy pulled herself to her feet and made a half-hearted attempt at cleaning up the make-up. William thought about helping her, but before he could do that, he’d have to figure out how to stand up and remember how to walk again and find his clothes…
She walked over to him and offered her hand. He took it, but instead of standing up, he pulled her on top of him. She landed on him hard enough to make him grunt, but he didn’t care. His flesh was hungry for hers every second they weren’t touching. He buried his hands in her hair and kissed her lips softly. His cock didn’t stir again—he really was tired—but he couldn’t pull away from her lips. He couldn’t stop kissing her and she melted against him, opening her mouth and her body.
William roamed her body with his fingers, rediscovering all of the sensitive spots and all the ticklish points. She writhed on top of him, wiggling her pliant body against his, and giggled girlishly. William didn’t know how far they would go again, but he desperately wanted to find out.
“William…”
“What?”
“Did you hear that?”
They both froze, and caught the unmistakable sound of a car door slamming right below her window.
“Fuck!” Buffy jumped to her feet and reached for her clothes. William didn’t lose any time standing up and getting dressed. His fingers were numb and his head spinning and he didn’t know if his body would cooperate.
William tried to straighten his hair, but he didn’t think it would do any good. They both looked flushed and sweaty and wild-eyed. He saw clues of sex all over the room, from the messed up bed Buffy was desperately trying to straighten to the bottles of perfume that kept slipping from his sweaty, shaking fingers, to the glee in his eyes, and the sleepy satisfaction on her face.
William didn’t know what Joyce would do if she caught them, and he didn’t want to find out. The thought was mortifying beyond words. Would she say something? Would she lecture them—no, why would she? Buffy was an adult, after all. But you’re not… But I’m not her kid, he reasoned. No, but she’d probably call your mother…
William felt sick.
“Hey,” Buffy said gently, taking his hand. “Calm down.”
“I am calm,” he insisted through numb lips.
“You’re shaking like a leaf. We’re fine.”
“This place is a mess…” William said weakly.
Buffy shook her head. “She won’t even notice. Relax. You look like you’re going to puke.”
William wasn’t surprised. He felt like he was going to puke. The front door slammed and Joyce shouted that they were home. Buffy smiled and returned the greeting.
“What about Dawn?” William asked.
“What about her?”
“Well, I mean, what if she…”
“Nobody is going to know or suspect anything, William. Do you want to stay for dinner?”
William’s eyes widened and he felt the blush spread up his cheeks. “No, I don’t think that’s a very good idea…I think I’ve got to get home…”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Plus, my mom will freak out if I don’t get home soon…It’s already kind of late…”
She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled his head down to hers. He allowed her to kiss him softly, kissed her back. “I’ll walk you home,” she offered.
William nodded. “Ok…yeah ok, thanks.”
She grabbed her jacket and handed him his silently. He followed her out of the bedroom and down the stairs, his heart in his throat, and prayed that he wouldn’t cross paths with Joyce. William was absolutely convinced she’d know just by glancing at them what they had been doing and he couldn’t deal with that.
“Mom,” Buffy shouted as they walked through the kitchen, “I’m going to walk William home.”
“Do you have your coat?”
“Yes mom.”
“Don’t be out too late. It’s chilly. I don’t want you to get worse,” Joyce said from the living room.
“Right, I’ll be home soon.”
William didn’t make a sound, just followed her to the door. He was more than relieved, and when Buffy cornered him on the porch and caught his mouth again, he didn’t try to push her away.
William yawned and stretched. His body was slick with sweat, his hair hanging around his head in wild curls, and his muscles had a sweet, low ache. He felt a bit buzzed and a little light-headed. The room was cast in a soft, golden hue as the sun set and the light reflected off Buffy’s tan and toned body as she moved around the room. He watched her with heavy eyes as she brushed her hair until it hung around her shoulders and face in a silky, honey-colored curtain.
He knew he needed to get up. Joyce and Dawn would be back at any time, and it wouldn’t do to be found languishing naked in her bed. But the sheets were warm and soft on his back, and the pillow smelled of her, and he really didn’t want to move. He wanted her to come back to bed, because he wasn’t exactly exhausted and he already missed the way she tasted and the way she felt. The thought of leaving her and going back to his empty room and his empty bed was depressing.
He caught her eyes in the mirror and smiled slowly. “You don’t look sick.”
She shrugged. “You must have a magic touch.”
William glanced at the clock. His mother would be expecting him home soon. He rolled out of bed and stood on shaking legs. He felt like he had just ran two, maybe three, marathons. He stumbled across the room and wrapped his arms around her. She didn’t protest or try to pull away. Her body was warm and soft against his, and fit his perfectly. It thrilled him that he could just wrap himself around her, that he could kiss her neck, that he could cup her breasts, that he could slide his fingers down her body and between her legs.
“William…” She moaned.
“Hmmm?”
“Don’t start again…we’ll never stop…”
That didn’t sound like a bad thing to him. His cock was hard again—or maybe it was always hard for her. He didn’t really know. His head nestled between her cheeks, and he gripped his shaft and slid his cock down lower. She was as ready for him as he was for her—wet and warm and willing.
“I can’t get enough of you,” William whispered.
“They’ll…be…home…Oh Christ Will…” She gasped as he pushed against her. “Ok…ok…but…just one…more time.”
William slid into her slowly, trying to practice a bit of self-control. Despite the afternoon they spent together, he still wasn’t entirely sure exactly what he should do. She had set the pace all afternoon, directing the speed, telling him how fast, how slow, how hard, he should go. He pushed her against the vanity, and make-up and perfume bottles fell and rolled across the top. They both ignored the mess they were making. William couldn’t look away from the reflection of Buffy’s face as he continued to thrust into her slowly, deliberately. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her head back, her hair falling down his chest and tickling him.
William smoothed his hands down her body, across her breasts and stomach and settling on her hips. Whatever self-control he had was gone when she thrust against him as hard as she could and her muscles constricted around him. She was too hot, too tight, to intoxicating. He turned the control over to her without thought—his grip on her loosened and he didn’t try to fight her when she pushed against him faster and faster.
He pounded into her, and the vanity rattled against the wall. Everything rolled onto the floor and he thought distantly that the glass would shatter against the wall. He couldn’t hear anything over the steady thump thump thump and her hungry, desperate, encouraging moans. Her eyes remained closed but he kept his wide open. He didn’t want to miss one second of her. He watched as she slid one hand between her wet thighs and started massaging her clit with vigor.
William swept her hair away from her shoulder and exposed her neck. He licked the smooth line of her shoulder and tasted her sweet and salty skin. It didn’t taste like anything he could name. She arched her back and wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him as she jerked her hips faster and faster.
“William…William do you want me…”
William didn’t even take the time to consider what an odd question that was. “Yes!”
“Show…me…” She leaned over and braced herself on the vanity again.
William swallowed hard and took a deep breath. He pulled out of her completely, paused for several seconds, and then plunged into her as hard and fast as he could. He never wanted to do anything as fuck her, but he was fucking her now, with all of his youthful, energetic frustration. He had been exhausted and sated before, but now he drew on previously unknown wells of energy and poured all he could into her until he was gasping for breath and couldn’t see past his own passion and sweat.
“William I’m…” Her words were cut off by his own shout of relief. The orgasm ripped through him and her walls tightened around him and held him inside of her, squeezed his shaft, made him shout again.
He pulled away from her, and without her to support his weight, he went tumbling to the floor. She didn’t let go of the vanity, but she sunk to her knees and stayed there, gasping for breath. She looked at him with sleepy green eyes and gave him a tired smile. “We do need to get dressed now.”
William nodded. “Right. As soon as I can move…”
She leaned forward and grabbed several tubes of lipstick. “I guess we’re lucky nothing broke.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize…Please.”
“I don’t want to go home,” William admitted. “Though I don’t think I can do that again tonight…”
Buffy arched her eyebrow. “I’d say you’ll be good to go again in less than an hour.”
William shook his head. “No I’m…really worn out.”
Buffy pulled herself to her feet and made a half-hearted attempt at cleaning up the make-up. William thought about helping her, but before he could do that, he’d have to figure out how to stand up and remember how to walk again and find his clothes…
She walked over to him and offered her hand. He took it, but instead of standing up, he pulled her on top of him. She landed on him hard enough to make him grunt, but he didn’t care. His flesh was hungry for hers every second they weren’t touching. He buried his hands in her hair and kissed her lips softly. His cock didn’t stir again—he really was tired—but he couldn’t pull away from her lips. He couldn’t stop kissing her and she melted against him, opening her mouth and her body.
William roamed her body with his fingers, rediscovering all of the sensitive spots and all the ticklish points. She writhed on top of him, wiggling her pliant body against his, and giggled girlishly. William didn’t know how far they would go again, but he desperately wanted to find out.
“William…”
“What?”
“Did you hear that?”
They both froze, and caught the unmistakable sound of a car door slamming right below her window.
“Fuck!” Buffy jumped to her feet and reached for her clothes. William didn’t lose any time standing up and getting dressed. His fingers were numb and his head spinning and he didn’t know if his body would cooperate.
William tried to straighten his hair, but he didn’t think it would do any good. They both looked flushed and sweaty and wild-eyed. He saw clues of sex all over the room, from the messed up bed Buffy was desperately trying to straighten to the bottles of perfume that kept slipping from his sweaty, shaking fingers, to the glee in his eyes, and the sleepy satisfaction on her face.
William didn’t know what Joyce would do if she caught them, and he didn’t want to find out. The thought was mortifying beyond words. Would she say something? Would she lecture them—no, why would she? Buffy was an adult, after all. But you’re not… But I’m not her kid, he reasoned. No, but she’d probably call your mother…
William felt sick.
“Hey,” Buffy said gently, taking his hand. “Calm down.”
“I am calm,” he insisted through numb lips.
“You’re shaking like a leaf. We’re fine.”
“This place is a mess…” William said weakly.
Buffy shook her head. “She won’t even notice. Relax. You look like you’re going to puke.”
William wasn’t surprised. He felt like he was going to puke. The front door slammed and Joyce shouted that they were home. Buffy smiled and returned the greeting.
“What about Dawn?” William asked.
“What about her?”
“Well, I mean, what if she…”
“Nobody is going to know or suspect anything, William. Do you want to stay for dinner?”
William’s eyes widened and he felt the blush spread up his cheeks. “No, I don’t think that’s a very good idea…I think I’ve got to get home…”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Plus, my mom will freak out if I don’t get home soon…It’s already kind of late…”
She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled his head down to hers. He allowed her to kiss him softly, kissed her back. “I’ll walk you home,” she offered.
William nodded. “Ok…yeah ok, thanks.”
She grabbed her jacket and handed him his silently. He followed her out of the bedroom and down the stairs, his heart in his throat, and prayed that he wouldn’t cross paths with Joyce. William was absolutely convinced she’d know just by glancing at them what they had been doing and he couldn’t deal with that.
“Mom,” Buffy shouted as they walked through the kitchen, “I’m going to walk William home.”
“Do you have your coat?”
“Yes mom.”
“Don’t be out too late. It’s chilly. I don’t want you to get worse,” Joyce said from the living room.
“Right, I’ll be home soon.”
William didn’t make a sound, just followed her to the door. He was more than relieved, and when Buffy cornered him on the porch and caught his mouth again, he didn’t try to push her away.
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I always love seeing more of this story.
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Oh, and we're chatting, if you are around..
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::smooch::
one for you, and
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one for your muse!
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Loved the update
Cheers - Lana :)
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Thanks for the new chapter.
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This is just so hot and delicious and adorable and affecting ... all at the same time.
Oh, and I do like Dawn in this fic (forgot to mention that earlier!) Her little interaction with William was terrific.
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