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Buffy wasn't trying to snoop. All she wanted to do was find a t-shirt to replace the one that had been ripped. When he excused himself to the shower, she went over to his dresser drawer, and logically, opened the first one, expecting to find shirts.
She didn't even find clothes. Inside was an assortment of miscellaneous crap, ranging from the bizarre (ball-gag?) to the mundane (sock ties). She would have closed the drawer without giving it a second thought, but her eye caught something that stood out considerably. It was a gold frame, intricately designed, and inside was a picture of one of the most beautiful women she had never seen. She was looking into the camera, a small, Mona Lisa like smile on her face. Her dark eyes were twinkling, and her raven hair fell down her back in carefully formed curls.
"Buffy? I was thinking that...what are you doing?"
She spun around quickly; dropping the picture in her surprise. The frame bounced on the carept, but didn't break. Holding his towel shut with one hand, he calmly walked over and picked it off the floor.
"I'm sorry," Buffy was babbling. "I didn't mean to go through your stuff, I was just looking for a shirt because we tore mine. I would never go through your drawers, I promise..."
"Buffy, calm down. I'm not mad."
"Oh."
He carefully put the picture back into its place in the drawer, and then closed it. Without a word, he opened the third drawer and pulled out a black t-shirt, handing to her.
"Thank you."
Spike grabbed a cigarette and his lighter. "Mind if I smoke?"
"It's your house."
"I bet you want to know who she is."
"I do.
"My ex-wife, Drusilla."
"Can I ask what happened?"
"Met her young, when we were still in high school. Married her before I graduated from college. Didn't last long though. She didn't think the life of high school lit teacher would be glamorous enough for her."
"What did she want you to do?"
"She figured within five years of graduating, I'd be a famous writer." He shrugged, "Maybe she was right. I don't know. But I wasn't interested."
"Do you still write?"
"Yeah."
"Can I see something?"
"Maybe some day."
He pulled her into an embrace and rested his chin on her head. "Holidays are coming up."
"Yeah," Buffy said softly, "Been meaning to talk to you about that."
"What's up?"
"I'm going to be with my dad. In L.A."
"How long?"
"The whole vacation, apparently."
"I hope you have fun, but I'm going to miss you. I'm going to miss the way your lips feel." He gave her a long kiss, coaxing her mouth gently. "Going to miss the way your skin feels right here." He nibbled on the skin just above the pulsepoint on her neck. "Gonna miss the way you taste." He ran the tip of his tongue down her neck, circled her nipple, skimmed her tummy, and finally ended between her legs.
He buried his tongue in her pussy, lapping her gently, circling her clit, and then tugging it softly with his lips. He wasn't trying to make her come, he just wanted to taste her juice, cover himself in her arousal, be close to her.
"I can't stay standing if you keeping doing that," she moaned.
"Sorry," he looked up at her. "I'll stop."
"No! Don't stop!"
"I have to, Buffy. Look at the time."
10:30. It would be a very bad idea to arrive home late, it would arouse her mother's suspicions. But oh, she wanted him so bad now. With a sigh and a frown, she pulled his t-shirt over her head, inhaling deeply. It smelled just like him.
"What about you?" She asked, as she pulled on her shoes. "What are you doing for the holidays?"
"Correcting finals."
"You're not going anywhere?"
"No."
"Is anybody coming here?"
"No."
"Are you going to be alone?"
Spike shrugged. "It's not a big deal."
"You can't spend Christmas alone," Buffy protested.
"I've done it before, Buffy. It didn't kill me."
"But it's just not right. You should be with friends and family."
"Buffy, drop it, please."
"Fine, fine. Won't say another word."
"When are you leaving for L.A?"
"Next Saturday morning. But I can't come by Friday night."
"Why not?"
"My dad's coming to town on Friday."
"I see."
"I'm sorry."
"It's ok. How about Thursday?"
She hugged him. "That should be fine. We'll exchanged presents then?"
"Sure."
She sighed. I love you
He sighed. I don't want to let you go
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and some comfort smut....
Please update this fiction...
and feed my 'Buffy & Mr. William' addiction...
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