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Chapter 10

William parked the Land Rover and once more assisted Buffy with her door. He offered his hand to help her out and held onto it even after closing and locking the door. Hand-in-hand, they walked up the path to the first of their many sightseeing destinations for the day.

King Arthur’s Great Halls was a huge stone building that was home to the Round Table made famous by King Arthur and his knights. Buffy gaped at the huge building and let go of William’s hand so that she could reach for the camera dangling protectively around her neck. She took several pictures before replacing the lens cap and she thought nothing of rejoining William’s side and slipping her hand back into his. At the entrance, William paid the cost of admission – a couple pounds for each of them – then led her inside.

Buffy’s jaw dropped, and she stood in the entryway gaping like a typical tourist until William broke into her reverie by gently tugging her after him. Buffy hated to remove her hand from his, thoroughly enjoying the slight tingling sensation she was having as her hand nestled within his, but the sight of all those beautiful stained-glassed windows was too great a temptation to pass up.

With a wistful sigh, she looked up at his face. William could see her dilemma. He too hated to lose the familiar contact of her hand tucked within his. With an indulgent smile, he unlocked his fingers releasing her hand. He brought his hand up, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Take your pictures, luv,” he whispered softly. She gifted him with a hesitant smile, nodding. The shy, hesitant girl disappeared as she lifted her camera once more. The lens cap came off, and William watched as she walked this way and that, snapping pictures like mad. He followed behind her as she moved from one window to the next.

Buffy lost all track of time as she clicked away with her camera. As one roll of film came to an end, she quickly rewound it and loaded the next. She was oblivious to the inquiring stares of some of the tourists around her. William would sometimes catch their eye and shrug as if to say, “Women. What can you do?”

She finally resurfaced after the second roll of film ran out. Realizing where she was, she glanced around mortified, unable to believe that she had completely zoned out like that and forgotten all about William. She almost slammed into him; he was standing right behind her, his penetrating gaze watching her like he’d rather be doing nothing else. A slight blush crept up her face.

“Uh… sorry about that. Guess I lost track of time, huh?”

“No worries, pet,” he said softly. He leaned his head down and brushed his lips lightly across hers. Before she had a chance to enjoy the contact, he was lifting his head and asking her, “All finished?”

“Huh…wha?” she asked, shaking off the delicious feelings coursing through her body at the slight touch of his lips on hers.

“Taking pictures. Are you all done?”

“Pictures… right! Yes, I’m all done...for now.” She let the camera settle back around her neck and slipped her hand back in his. She was amazed at the ease with which she touched him. It was like she had known him for years, but in all actuality, it had only been a few days. He smiled down at her and together they walked over to where a small group was forming to watch the laser light show that was getting ready to begin. After the brief show, the two wandered over to the gift shop. Buffy meandered about, looking at the various gifts they sold but didn’t really see anything that interested her.

“Ready, pet?”

“Yep! Where to now?”

“Well, it’s almost lunchtime. Why don’t we walk down this street and see if there’s a restaurant we can stop at?”

“Ok.”

The pair hadn’t walked far down Fore Street before Buffy noticed an art gallery called Silver Tree. Stopping before the window she asked him, “Do you mind if we go inside for a minute?”

“Not at all.” Together they walked to the entrance. William released her hand to open the door for her, placing his hand at the small of her back to allow her to precede him into the shop. The gallery catered to a local artist named Nicholas St. John Rosse. Oil paintings of the various sights in Tintagel were prominently displayed. Buffy wandered through the gallery gazing thoughtfully at the different scenes depicted in Rosse’s paintings: children playing on a pebbly beach, a woman poised at the entrance to a cave, cliffs rising majestically before the ocean. They didn’t stay long; Buffy sensed that William would rather move on. She had stopped more out of nostalgia than anything else, suddenly missing her mother and daughter.

Sensing her sudden melancholy mood, William asked her if she was ok. “I’m fine…it’s nothing, really. Come on…let’s go find us a place to eat.” A smile once more on her features, she led him out onto the sidewalk to resume their walk along the street. They window shopped as they walked, both pointing out things of interest. Soon, the delicious aroma of something cooking assaulted their nostrils. Mouths watering, they looked over and saw a quaint two-story, white building with a few people standing around.

“Crossbow Restaurant,” William read. “Sound good to you?”

“With those yummy smells…you betcha!” Grinning, she grabbed his hand and tugged him after her towards the restaurant.

~*~*~*~*~

“So…where to next,” Buffy asked, leaning against the back of her chair so that her food could digest while they waited for the check to appear. The meal had been excellent; the place was obviously a popular spot among tourists and locals alike.

“It’s a secret,” he replied, his blue eyes twinkling.

“A secret, huh?” William just nodded, refusing to give away their next destination. “Ready?” he asked once the check had been paid.

“Yep, let’s go, Mr. Cloak and Dagger.”

“Cloak and Dagger?”

“Yeah. Mr. Secret-Keeping-Man.” She rolled her eyes at him, smiling. “That’s ok. Keep your secrets,” she said playfully.

“Uh…” William had gone slightly pale at her words. Buffy didn’t appear to notice.

“I can wait. Just don’t expect me not to nag you until we get there.” She looked up at him when she noticed that he’d gone quiet. “William?”

“Huh?” he mumbled. “Oh, right. Secrets…yep! No telling. And nagging will do you no good either, pet.”

She looked at him quizzically for a moment, but whatever emotion had lingered on his face a moment ago was gone. Brushing it aside, she wheedled, “Hints? Can I have hints?”

“Nope.” He quirked his eyebrow at her. “Do I need to blindfold you?”

‘Ooohhh, blindfold,’ she thought, her eyes glazing over.

‘Get your mind out of the gutter, missy,’ her inner-voice demanded.

‘Too late,’ she argued back, a slight smile playing across her lips.

“Buffy?” he called, his voice a little hoarse. William had to tamp down images of her naked but for a blindfold, sprawled on his bed, waiting for him to come to her. The smile on her lips promised so much – innocence, with underlying vixen.

“Blindfold? No… no blindfold. I’ll be good.”

‘I bet she will be,’ he thought. Shaking his head at his traitorous thoughts, he started off towards their next spot.

~*~*~*~*~

“Oh my God! It’s beautiful,” Buffy exclaimed at the sight that greeted her as they passed the last curve on the trail. William had told her that they’d have to walk to where they were going, but that the path was well marked. Like a kid in a candy store, Buffy held William’s hand as they meandered down a well-worn path, following a small group of other people. The picturesque view took her breath away, and she could just imagine some wayward maiden of old taking that same path hundreds of years ago.

Her trusty camera was quickly brought up to her eye and a series of pictures were snapped of the 60-foot waterfall crashing down amongst the rocks. When she was finished, she lowered her camera and just stared at the scene before her. She doubted her camera had been able to capture the peace and serenity of the glen; the place was just too magical – as if all ones worries would fade away, leaving behind a sense of calm.

William walked up to Buffy as she gazed out over the lake, slinging an arm around her shoulder and pulling her to his side. She leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder. Together, they watched the waterfall, listened as the water crashed over the rocks before sliding from their surface into the lake. There were no loud shouts by fellow tourists, just whispered murmurings of a few people standing around them.

“Peaceful, isn’t it?” an elderly gentleman standing next to them commented. Beside him stood a woman, undoubtedly his wife. His next words confirmed her identity.

“We come here every year, my wife, Edith, and I. Recharges the batteries, you might say. Right romantic too,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner.

“Oh, Harold…stop,” Edith chided, slapping him lightly on the arm. It was easy to see she really didn’t mind his words, however. Buffy and William just smiled at the elderly couple’s antics. Turning to the young couple Edith asked, “Say…would you mind taking a picture of us?” She held out a small camera towards them.

“Buffy here’s the photographer,” William said, pushing her slightly in front of him, “She can do it.”

“I’d be happy to,” she replied, smiling. “Right here?” she asked, gesturing to the couple. They nodded.

“Ok…smile for the camera.” On cue, the couple smiled, and Buffy snapped their picture. “Ok, one more…say cheese.”

“Cheese,” they chorused.

Click.

“Here you go,” she said, handing the camera back to the woman.

“Thank you, dear,” Edith replied. “Say…you want me to take a picture of you and your beau?”

Buffy looked at William. “Uh…”

“We’d be delighted,” William said coming forward. ‘Where the bloody hell had that come from?’

“Harold, dear, why don’t you take their picture?” Edith said. Buffy handed Harold her camera, giving him a quick rundown of how the complicated piece of equipment worked.

“You sure about this,” Buffy asked William as she came to stand before him, looking up into his eyes. The waterfall made a nice backdrop behind them. William looked down at Buffy, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. He gave her a slow nod then leaned down and gave her a soft kiss that was over before it began. Neither realized as Harold held the camera to his eye, inadvertently taking their picture as his hand rested on the button. He took several actually as the shutter speed was set rather high.

“Not yet, dear. They’re not looking at you,” Edith commented as she heard the camera clicking away.

William couldn’t resist the fetching picture Buffy made – eyes closed, bemused smile on her face as she licked her lips – and cupped her jaw with both hands as he lowered his head to brush his lips over hers again. A sigh escaped her lips at the feel of his lips returning to hers once more. Realizing this wasn’t the place for him to do what he really wanted, namely, ravage her mouth, so he broke their kiss and turned towards Harold who was waiting patiently to take their picture.

“Time for our photo op, luv.” He spoke softly to her, turning her slightly and pulling her next to him. He mentally kicked himself for using that particular term but breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t seem to notice.

Handling the camera like a seeming pro – never mind the five shots he had already taken as he attempted to process the young woman’s directions on how to work the camera – Harold called out, “Ok…smile for the camera.” William, with his heart hammering inside his chest at the thought of being in front of the camera again, managed to pull off looking like he was happy to be standing next to Buffy while his picture was taken; Buffy, confused as to why William wanted a picture of the two of them together, managed to smile prettily back at Harold. She mentally cringed as she heard the shutter close several times as Harold held his finger depressed on the button. ‘Well, if nothing else, there’ll be plenty of pictures to go around.’

Finally, he lifted his finger and announced somewhat proudly, “There you go, young miss. A nice, pretty picture in front of the waterfall.”

Smiling back at the nice old man, she stepped out of William’s embrace and went to retrieve her camera, thanking the couple for taking the time to stop and chat with them. William walked up behind her, shaking hands with Harold and speaking his goodbyes. Buffy waved to the couple as they moved off.

“Ready to go, luv?”

“Uh huh. Where to now?”

“What say you to a little hike?”

“A little hike?” she asked, skeptical.

“Well, it’s scenic…” he trailed off. “A great photo opportunity?” His expression was hopeful. “There’s a castle,” he tempted her.

Buffy bit her lip to keep from laughing at his boyishly endearing expression. “Fine! Lead the way.” William grabbed hold of her hand and led her along the path that paralleled the stream leading to Rocky Valley. They took their time, pausing to look at the different types of foliage or when Buffy wanted to take some more pictures. The only sounds heard were the rushing waters of the stream, the occasional bird call, and the click of her camera’s shutter. She had gone through another roll of film on the walk alone.

As they reached the base of Rocky Valley, Buffy ground to a halt, inadvertently causing William to stumble at the backlash since he was still holding her hand.

“William…” she trailed off, entranced.

He looked at Buffy as she gazed around at the splendor before her. What was it about this girl that could wipe away his cynical nature and allow him to see the world through her innocent eyes? He couldn’t help himself; he had to touch her. He raised a hand, allowing it to trail down the side of her face before he brought his other one up so that his hands could cup either side of her face, tilting it up as he lowered his mouth to hers.

“Buffy,” he whispered, before his mouth settled on hers. Her lips parted on a sigh that could have been his name, her hands coming to rest on either side of his waist as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping inside her mouth, heads tilted allowing each of them better access. The kiss could have gone on indefinitely and neither would have minded, but being out in public where anyone could come along wasn’t exactly the place for a thorough exploration. With a reluctance he felt to the marrow of his bones, William ended the kiss.

Her eyes still closed, Buffy licked her lips, as if that act alone would allow her to still taste him there. He couldn’t resist a repeat performance, the innocent gesture increasing his ardor to the near breaking point. This was no gentle kiss the second time around. His lips swooped down, possessively, settling over hers with searing intensity. His tongue swept inside her mouth to do battle with her own, teeth meshing under the onslaught. Her knees became weak as he ravaged her lips so that she had to sink into his embrace to remain upright. The hard bulge pressed intimately against her stomach proved that he was as affected by their kisses as she, causing a groan to erupt from her mouth only to be swallowed by his.

The noise broke through the spell weaving around the two as they stood there at the base of the valley. Reluctantly, William tore his mouth from hers. Resting his forehead against hers, he sucked in huge gulps of air in an attempt to cool his raging desire. Feeling somewhat in control, he lifted his head to look down at her. The emotions swimming in her hazel eyes astonished him and William had to wonder if his own gaze mirrored his feelings. Somehow this slip of a girl had managed to worm her way into his heart. How she had done it in so short a time, he had no idea. He was too much a cynic to believe in love at first sight. But, when he gazed down in the fathomless depths of her eyes, he could almost believe in it.

All he knew was that he wanted to be with her. This girl. She made him happy like no other person ever could.

With a quick peck to her slightly-parted lips, he pulled back allowing her to look around.

She gaped at the awe-inspiring scene before her and momentarily wished that she were a painter so she could catch the scene on canvas. Where they stood, she felt like she and William were the only two people on Earth. His Adam to her Eve. Steep cliffs formed of jutting rocks and lush greenery rose in some instances almost perpendicular to the ground. A narrow trail wended its way upward through the cliffs. Living in Sunnydale had never afforded her a view like this and she once more pulled her camera up in an attempt to record the moment.

Another half-roll of film later, and she was ready to start her trek to the top.

She didn’t bother to question herself as she placed her hand back into his. She craved the contact like a starved man does water. She ignored her inner-voice that taunted that she barely knew this man and yet shared a familiarity with him that surpassed what she ever had with Angel. It was like William could see into her soul, and she his.

Shaking aside her fanciful notions, she turned her attention to the steep climb ahead of them.

~*~*~*~*~

It was late afternoon when the two finally crested the path leading to the ruins that once comprised the legendary castle. Neither had noticed the overcast sky that had descended as they made their trek up the towards King Arthur’s Castle. The two wandered around, Buffy snapping random pictures; the crowd slowly thinned out due to the lateness of the hour.

Once they reached the edge of the cliff, they walked towards a trail that led down to Merlin’s Cave. On the path down, they watched a small group slowly make their way up towards them. As the two groups passed one another, they exchanged pleasant greetings, neither stopping as they walked towards their destinations.

When she and William reached the bottom, Buffy looked around. No one else appeared to be with them. As thunder rumbled in the distance, she looked skyward. Moments later, it was as if the sky just opened up and drenched the two with rain. Buffy covered her camera as William grabbed her hand and raced towards the caves. Even with the short distance they had to go, by the time they reached the inner sanctum of the cave, both were soaked.

Buffy’s camera was saved since she had thought to tuck it under her shirt, sparing it from the brunt of the storm.

The two moved deeper into the caves, attempting to see if they were alone or if someone else was unlucky enough to get caught with them. After about twenty minutes, William concluded that they were alone.

Glancing over at Buffy, he noticed her shivering in her damp clothes. She was rubbing her hands together in a desperate attempt to get warm. Figuring they were going to be stuck there for a while, William had her sit down on a rock while he went in search of something he could use to build a fire. He was secretly grateful for the lighter he always carried, even though he had quit smoking some time ago.

After an extensive search of the cave, he was able to gather a substantial amount of broken branches – enough to sustain a fire for a few hours to get them warm and hopefully dry their clothes out some. He also found a little niche that would provide a modicum of privacy since he planned on making her strip to her knickers. He got the fire started, thankful that the cave had a high ceiling clearance to allow the smoke to filter up and away from them. Making sure that there was no chance of it spreading, he got up and walked back to Buffy.

He rushed to her side when he saw her huddling in a ball, her knees drawn to her chest in an attempt to get warm. Her teeth were clattering; her lips tinged a light purple.

“C’mere, luv,” he urged, grabbing her hand and pulling her from her perch on the rock. “Let’s get you warmed up in front of the fire.”

“A fire?” she whispered, her voice hopeful.

“Uh huh.” Quickly, he pulled her behind him towards the welcoming warmth of the fire. He had placed it in the middle of the cave so that the rocks that jutted on one side provided a privacy barrier for them to huddle behind. It also helped to block the heavy wind that was blowing around them.

Once they were before the fire, William pulled the camera from around her neck and placed it on a rock. As he walked back to her, he noticed her teeth were still chattering, but she had her hands out in front of the fire in an attempt to get warm.

Stepping up behind her, he put his hands on the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She voiced no objection, just huddled as close to the fire as she could get. He laid her shirt flat on the rock that afforded them privacy then did the same to his own. Shoes and socks were next.

Unfortunately, Buffy was still shivering and William stood behind her, rubbing his hands vigorously up and down her bare arms allowing the friction to help warm her. When her persistent teeth chattering stopped, he dropped his hands to her jeans and undid the button then lowered the zipper. Wet jeans could be a pain to pull off, but he had them down around her ankles before she thought to protest.

Kneeling before her again, he whispered up to her, “Step up, luv.” Buffy steadied her hands on his bare shoulders and lifted first one leg and then the other, standing before him in nothing but her matching bra and panties. Her pants followed the same path as their other clothes; Spike left his own jeans on. He figured now was not the time to let her know that he didn’t bother with underwear.

He walked back towards the fire, pulling her into his arms so that her back was to the fire. He ran his fingers through her hair trying to remove the excess water from it. He pulled her close, rubbing his arms over her body, attempting to warm her as much as possible. A final shudder escaped her body as his fingers and the fire worked their magic on her.

Outside the rain ravaged the countryside.

‘Looks like we could be here for a while,’ William thought to himself.

Silently, he pulled her after him as he sat down and leaned back against the makeshift rock wall. She settled on his lap, curling into his body to try and claim some of his body heat. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, his hands never stopping as they roamed over her body, seeking to warm her.

Buffy burrowed closer to him, practically purring her contentment as his hands rubbed briskly over her exposed body. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she gave herself up to the pleasure of his hands running over her skin.

As the urgency of the situation eased, it suddenly dawned on William that he held a practically naked Buffy in his arms. As his body responded to the feel of her sprawled in his lap, his touch on her body changed. No longer was he brusquely rubbing his hands over her body. Now, a lover’s touch whispered across her flesh. The change of his caress had her moaning against his throat, her warm breath sliding over his neck caused an instant response from him.

He shifted her body so that she straddled his lap, her arms looped around his neck to hold him tightly to her. Buffy moaned low in her throat at the feel of the bulge in his pants where it rubbed against her. She used her knees to raise her hips up to slide along his hard length once…twice. The third time, William crushed his lips to hers eliciting a moan from her mouth. He quickly took advantage, thrusting his tongue inside to plunder her mouth. His hunger fueled her own, and she used her tongue to duel with his before thrusting her own inside his mouth. Her aggressiveness pleased him and he broke their kiss to blaze a path down her neck.

He leaned forward, inviting her to lie back against his outstretched legs. She was helpless to resist him, caught up in the delicious feelings of his hands and mouth as they swept down her arms, over her stomach, up her legs. Her body was the piano his hands played to perfection. Buffy gave herself up to his ministrations, for once, just allowing herself to be swept away by the feelings coursing through her small frame.

Sensing her acquiescence emboldened William to allow himself to let go, to pleasure her like he had wanted to do last night. His lips trailed a path to where her breasts were covered by a scrap of blue lace. He closed his mouth around one hardened nipple through the material causing Buffy to moan as her upper body shot off his legs, her hands tightening around his neck to hold him close. As if he was going to go anywhere…

“Oh God…William,” her voice broke.

“Like that then, pet?” he questioned softly. He raised his eyes to her face, his mouth never leaving the treasure he had found. He watched as her mouth opened and closed, trying to wrap itself around a few words, but in the end all she could do was moan and vigorously nod her head. With one hand around her back for support, he used the other to slip the straps of her bra off her shoulder, making it easier for him to pull the scrap of lace down to expose her hardened nub for his delight.

He eyed the front clasp of her bra for a moment before using his tongue and teeth to open it. The clasp gave way, but the material held fast, cupping her breasts, shielding them from view. Using his free hand, he moved one side of the material away, exposing her to his heated gaze.

“Beautiful,” he whispered before cupping her with his hand and squeezing slightly. His thumb ran back and forth over the beaded points, causing another ragged moan to slip forth past her lips as Buffy clutched him to her tightly. Deciding that he’d tortured her long enough, he lowered his head and took one ripened peak into his mouth. If she thought his hands felt good, his mouth was downright sinful. The things his tongue was doing to her…

An answering throb was radiating from her sex, demanding attention. It was as if he could read her mind. His knuckle rubbed up and down where her panties covered her deepest secrets, and Buffy thought she would explode right then.

“Please,” she whispered, his hand and mouth had her poised on the edge of what…she wasn’t quite sure. The sensations he was evoking in her body were stronger than anything she had ever felt before. She knew something was out there and that William could give it to her.

“Please,” she whispered again. Her head was thrashing side to side, her body strung tight as it demanded release.

It was the second “please” that did it for him. With a last scrape of his tongue across her nipple, he lifted his mouth away from her. Gently, he rolled her to her back, making sure the sand wasn’t too hard on her exposed skin. He quickly shucked his jeans before kneeling between her parted thighs. He murmured softly for her to lift her hips and in a flash, the thong was gone.

He stretched out on top of her, getting her accustomed to his body.

“Buffy,” he called softly. “Open your eyes. Look at me.” His hypnotic tone had her fluttering her lashes open to lock her gaze with his. The desire he saw reflected in her eyes nearly brought him to his knees. She gazed up at him as if she were almost unsure of the feelings coursing through her body, but instinctively trusting him to see her to the other side. The thought was humbling.

“Are you sure?” he asked. As much as it would probably kill him, he’d stop if she asked. Her nod had him leaning down and gifting her with a gentle kiss, a mere brush of his lips across her own.

The slight delay had caused the fires raging through her body to become banked, and William set to the task of stroking them to an inferno once more. He shifted down her body until his face was level with the coarse curls covering her sex. His tongue darted out, eager to taste the drops glistening before him. Once wasn’t enough, and he laved his tongue over her again and again. Up and down her slit his tongue went, before finally plunging inside. Her hips came off the ground, her hands holding him in place. He sucked and nibbled and sucked some more before moving his tongue up to flick against her clitoris.

“William,” she hollered, bucking her hips up against his mouth. Her fervent cry was music to his ears.

“Please,” she moaned, desperate to be relieved of the tension pervading her body.

Sliding back up her body, he positioned himself at her entrance.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he urged. Buffy eagerly complied. Leaning slightly to the side, he ran the head of his cock up and down the length of her slit, coating it with her juices. When it was good and slick, he pushed his way forward into her welcoming heat then withdrew. He repeated the action, going a little deeper. Again he withdrew, only to slip back inside, further this time. He penetrated her slowly until she took him to the hilt.

“Hold tight, luv,” was the only warning Buffy got before William pulled almost all the way out of her before plunging back into her depths. Over and over, he drove into her, the mewling cries and keening wails urging him on.

“That’s it, baby. Squeeze me tight… Like that, do ya?” he practically purred. Then, “Oh God… Buffy… feels so good…so tight…” as the sensation of her inner walls quivering around his cock caused him to pump faster, harder.

“William…” she shouted, lights exploding behind her closed eyes as the tremors radiated from her core and spread outward to her limbs. The sensation was like nothing she had ever imagined – something she surely hadn’t experienced with Angel.

“That’s it, luv. Fly with me.” All thoughts of finesse left him as her orgasm hit. Lifting her hips slightly, he pounded into her body, her inner walls milking him, thrusting him over the edge after her.

“Buffy…” he shouted as he came.

With a final shudder, he collapsed on top of her, replete. Buffy wrapped her arms around William, holding him tightly to her slick body. The sound of their heavy breathing and the crackling of the fire the only noise to compete with the storm outside. Figuring he had to be getting heavy, he rolled to the side. Before Buffy had a chance to moan at the loss of contact, he had her snuggle up next to him, her head pillowed on his arm.

They lay there in each other’s arms, both reeling from what they had just done.

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