Banner by Noaluvjames
Banner by Noaluvjames
Chapter 12
Buffy snuggled closer to
William’s warm body, as the two lay entwined in her bed. She was exhausted, but
in a good kind of way. The
“I-just-had-sex-all-over-the-house-before-finally-making-it-upstairs-into-the-bed”
kinda way. Since telling her conscience off, she’d literally thrown caution to
the wind and decided to enjoy her time with William.
And, the past several hours
spent getting acquainted with his body had seemed more than worth it.
She was just moments from
sleep, was currently drifting in that space between wakefulness and slumber,
lulled by the steady rise and fall of William’s chest as she curled on her side
against him and using his shoulder for a pillow. Her last thought before finally
succumbing to sleep was that she could get used to this.
~*~*~*~*~
Buffy lay on her stomach
underneath the covers, her nude body sliding sensuously within the sheets as she
stretched. She came fully awake as her arm slid across the bed to
encounter…nothing. She woke with a start, her eyes opening quickly to take in
her surroundings.
‘God, please don’t tell me
he left,’ she whimpered silently. ‘I
couldn’t have been that wrong about him.’
She sat up in bed and clutched
the sheet to her bare chest and listened for any sound in the cottage. It was
early, couldn’t have been more than six o’clock in the morning. The sun was just
starting to peek around the curtains covering the bedroom windows.
Then, she heard it. A
creak…like someone walking barefoot up the stairs. She waited, praying that it
was William and not some noise the cottage made as it settled.
She didn’t have long to wait,
and a smile lit up her face as she caught a whiff of coffee just before he
stepped in the room.
Then, she forgot to breathe.
Standing before her, wearing
nothing but a pair of jeans that rode low on his hips since he had forgotten to
button them, was William. In his hands were two mugs of coffee, but Buffy
quickly forgot about them as her gaze slid down to his feet to begin a thorough
inspection of the man standing before her.
She had never thought a man’s
feet could be sexy, but looking at him, well… let’s just say: yum! Her eyes
traveled up his lean legs, encased in jeans, to where they molded his thighs.
She licked her lips in anticipation, and she watched as the bulge in his groin
became more pronounced. Buffy eyed the opening of his button-fly jeans, her gaze
fixated on the hairs playing a peek-a-boo dance as he breathed in and out.
Her eyes drew imaginary
patterns over the hard planes of his abdomen and chest, mentally fingering his
nipples that were hardened nubs – partially because of the cold and partially
because of his growing arousal.
Her gaze finally made it to his
face, and Buffy sucked in her breath at the picture he made. His hair was mussed
and sticking up on end. A look many men paid dearly to achieve, she was sure.
His head was cocked to the side, assessing her while her eyes roved over his
body. His sensuous lips quirked at her, as if sensing her mounting desire,
promising of things soon to come.
But it was his eyes that were
her downfall. They blazed with the passion he was desperately holding in check.
At one word, one tiny signal from her and he’d make good on the promise shining
in their depths. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat, pushing aside the
melancholy thoughts trying to invade her mind. She was going to live in the now.
And, right now, she wanted him… desperately.
Dropping the sheet she held
clutched to her breasts, she watched his eyes begin to smolder. Her breasts
tingled as his gaze traveled over them in an invisible caress. Emboldened by his
reaction, she lifted one hand and brazenly crooked her finger at him.
William, apparently, didn’t
have to be told twice. He crossed the room in a blink of an eye, setting the
coffee mugs on the nightstand before taking Buffy in his arms.
She stopped him before he was
able to make her mindless with passion.
“Ummm…is it okay…” Her voice
trailed off in embarrassment. Her eyes glanced down at his cock as it begged to
be released from its confines. “I…can I touch it?” Her hand hovered over his
groin hesitantly. In all their activities of last night, she’d yet to have a
chance to explore his body at her leisure.
William bit back a groan at her
shy request, determined to lie there and take whatever torture her hands could
inflict on his body. Her whispered entreaty melted the ice encasing his heart,
and he found himself falling a little more in love with her. He lay on his back,
silently inviting her to explore to her heart’s content.
A brilliant smile lit her face
as he put his arms behind his head and let her play.
~*~*~*~*~
Buffy could have cheerfully
spent the entire afternoon in bed. Peering over William’s body as he lay on his
back, one arm tucked behind his head, she glanced at the clock on the bedside
table – the digital minute changed to reveal that it was now 4:37 p.m.
Apparently, the two of them had nearly whiled away the entire day in bed. Not
that she was complaining, not by a long shot. She didn’t even care that her body
ached in places it had no business aching.
Bracing her hands against his
chest to push herself to a seated position, she let out a muffled groan as her
body protested the movement of her sore muscles. A shower. She needed a nice,
hot shower to take away some of the strain the muscles within her body had
endured over the course of the last… say, eighteen hours. She was a runner for
cripe’s sake. She shouldn’t be this sore!
‘Well, maybe you shouldn’t
have turned into Miss Bendable for the last…oh…day,’
her inner voice taunted.
‘Shut up!’
Groaning one more time, she finally managed to meet William’s eyes and noticed
the self-satisfied smirk on his face.
Her eyes narrowed on his
face.
“You too!” She watched his
eyebrows shot up into his hairline and could have smacked her head for sounding
like an idiot. Trying to play it off, she swung her legs over the side of the
bed and stood up, completely oblivious to the fetching picture of her bare
backside afforded to William’s gaze.
She bit back another groan and
hobbled across the room to the door leading to the attached bathroom.
~*~*~*~*~
William watched Buffy walk
away; the slow, even movements of her stride were a clear indication to him of
her lack of practice of a sexual nature. Not that she needed practice, mind. He
could feel himself hardening as his mind drifted back over the past several
hours, the way she had explored every single inch of his body. First with her
hands, then with that wicked little tongue of hers.
He groaned, his cock now rock
hard from the image of her mouth encircling his cock, sliding him in and out of
her mouth. He was half tempted to get out of bed and join her in the shower.
Only her hesitant step as she made her way across the room held him in place.
Flinging the covers off his
nude body, he stood and went to retrieve his jeans from where Buffy had careless
thrown them over her shoulder earlier. They’d barely eaten all day and he
suddenly found himself in the mood to take her out someplace nice. And he knew
just the place. He shrugged into his shirt and slipped on his sneakers.
He was about to go to the
bathroom to let her know that he was running next door for a minute to shower,
change and make a phone call, when he heard a weird noise emanating from
somewhere behind him. It sounded like music. Then, he figured out what it was.
It was the theme song from Scooby Doo sounding from her cell phone.
He moved to grab it and take
it to Buffy so she could answer it, but then the music stopped. He glanced at
the panel and sure enough, it read “1 missed call.” Well, he’d tried. He’d just
let her know that her phone had rung when he told her what he had planned.
William was brought up short
when he suddenly realized something: Buffy may not have brought a dress with
her. Then he shrugged. No matter. It wasn’t like Rick was going to tell him no.
He and his mum were childhood friends, after all. Besides, since he wouldn’t be
able to make it for their charity auction in London in November, he figured he
could drop off a donation when they went by for dinner tonight.
He walked to the open doorway
of the bathroom and peeked inside. It was a good thing he was dressed or he
would have joined her in the shower. Her nude body was outlined through the
semi-transparent doors providing him with a tantalizing glimpse of pert breast
thrust forward as her body arched backwards, her hands running through her hair
as she rinsed the soap free from it.
“Buffy,” he croaked out, before
clearing his voice and starting over. “Buffy?”
“Yes?” she answered.
“Have you got a dress you can
put on?”
“Uh, yeah. Why?” William
watched as her hands stilled in her hair, turning towards him as she waited for
his answer. He could barely make out the suds as they drifted down her body,
trailing a lazy path over and between her jutting breasts. He swallowed hard
before answering her in a roundabout way.
“Put it on. I’m gonna nip next
door to shower and change and I’ll be back by to pick you up.”
“Oh… okay.”
“Oh, and Buffy…your phone rang.
Cute little ‘Scooby Doo’ ring. Tried to bring it in here for you to answer, but
it stopped before I could get to it.”
“Uh…thanks.”
Buffy watched William turn and
leave the bathroom. She quickly finished rinsing her hair then turned off the
water, opening the shower door to reach for a towel. She couldn’t believe she
hadn’t called her mother before now. But, with the sudden storm and their
reluctant imprisonment, then the sexcapades she’d engaged in and had just
recently concluded, she’d completely forgotten to call. Her mom was probably
worried sick by now. And, God! What a horrible mother she was turning out to be,
meeting a man and engaging in sex for – she did a quick mental calculation in
her head – damn near all day.
Scrambling out of the bathroom,
she raced to where her cell phone lay on the bedside table, mocking her for her
lack of usage. Guilt enveloped her as she reached over and grabbed the phone,
pressing the quick-dial button for her mom’s home phone number.
“Hello?”
“Mom! It’s me…is everything
okay?”
“Yes…we’re fine.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t call you
yesterday like I said. Things got a little…” Her voice trailed off for lack of a
better word to describe yesterday and today.
“Oh, that’s okay, Buffy. I
don’t expect you to call every day. I only called to let you know that if you
tried to call today, to try us at the shop. I’ve got to go in for a while. We
got a new shipment that I need to look through.”
“Oh…well, um…okay.”
“Buffy, is everything ok? Are
you having fun? Meet any cute tourists?”
Buffy’s face turned a brilliant
shade of red, and she plopped down on the bed. Leave it to her mom to play
matchmaker. She swore her mother had a one-track mind about trying to hook her
up with someone. What her mom failed to realize was that most men couldn’t be
bothered with a woman who already had a kid. At least, that had been Buffy’s
experience thus far. Then again, she’d not been actively looking.
It was one of the reasons she
hadn’t bothered to date since Angel had walked out her door all those years ago.
With a resigned sigh, she
replied, “Well, my new neighbor is kinda cute.”
“Buffy, that’s great. What’s
his name? What’s he do?”
“Mom, I barely know the guy!”
she interrupted.
‘Didn’t stop you from
sleeping with him, now did it?’ her inner
voice taunted.
‘Shut up! Go away!’
“Buffy…you need to get out
more. Live a little. You’re only in your twenties for christsake!”
“Yes, mom,” she mumbled into
the phone. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard this speech.
“Buffy, you know I love you.
But, you’ve got to think of yourself once in a while. Okay?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I just…I don’t like to think
of you as old before your time. I swear…if I could find that Angel, I’d string
him up by his testicles!”
“Oh, mom! Stop!” she cried. Her
mother was usually so mellow. But, to hear her raise her voice, and to say
testicles on top of it? Buffy couldn’t help the laughter that erupted from her
belly.
“I’m just saying!” she was
getting worked up on behalf of her daughter.
“Well, if I ever run across him
again, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
She heard what suspiciously
sounded like a snort come across the line. Her mom was getting sassy in her old
age. She rather liked it.
“Okay, mom! I gotta run.
William’s gonna be by soon to take me to dinner.” And, oh god, did I just say
that out loud?
“William? Who’s William?”
Leave it to her mom to clamp on
to her little boo boo like a damn Rottweiler.
“He’s the neighbor, mom. It’s
no big.”
‘Lying to your mother now?’
‘Didn’t I tell you to go
away?’
“If you say so, honey. Well,
I’ll let you go get ready for your date. Have fun! I love you.”
“It’s not a date,” she tried to
protest, but her mother had already hung up.
“It’s not a date,” she
repeated to herself out loud.
She refused to acknowledge
the extra pains she took with her hair and makeup, wanting to look her best for
William. When she was done, she pulled the simple black dress from its hanger
and pulled it on over her head. The spaghetti-strap, simple black sheath settled
over her frame, enhanced every curve of her petite body. She slipped on her
black pumps and was happy with the extra inches they added to her slight
stature.
Grabbing the small, black
clutch purse from the bed, she made her way downstairs to wait for William. A
knock sounded at the door just as she reached the bottom step.
Opening the front door, Buffy
came to an abrupt stop. Her eyes started at the top of his head and trailed down
over every inch of his suit-clad body. William wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt
was hot. William dressed in a suit and tie was drop-dead gorgeous. She could
feel her mouth hanging open and tried to send a signal to her brain to make her
snap it shut.
William was doing the same
amount of gawking as Buffy. The simple black dress she wore took his breath
away. The amount of skin it laid bare for his eyes to gaze upon... Yeah, he was
ready to call Rick back and tell him he couldn’t make it. But, it would be his
luck that his wife, Jill, would answer the phone – she’d refuse to accept his
excuses for canceling.
“Hi,” Buffy finally managed to
get out. “You want to come in while I grab my coat?”
“Pet, if I come in, we’re not
going to leave,” he replied, his dark gaze boring into hers, causing her to
blush.
“Oh…uh... yeah... Well, I’ll
just be a second then.”
Buffy turned and walked to the
chair that had her coat lying over the top of it. She put her purse down on the
seat and grabbed her coat and moved to settle it around her shoulders. She let
out a shocked gasp when she felt William pressed up against her back as he
reached out to take the coat from her hands. Her pulse skyrocketed at his
nearness, and Buffy had to remind herself to breathe.
“Mmmm, pet? We better go while
we still can,” he murmured seductively into her ear.
Buffy nodded, held entranced by
the sensations of his tongue trailing around the shell of her ear as he spoke
softly to her. Then she felt cold air rush across the wet trail he’d made, and
realized that William had lifted his head. She felt his hands slide down her
arms as he attempted to steady her and tried to snap herself out of her trance
while he reached around her and grabbed her purse from the chair.
“Ready, luv?”
“Uh huh…yes.” She nodded at him and made her way
to the open door. William was one step behind her, his hand pressed lightly to
her lower back.
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