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Chapter 20

“Don’t know what you’re getting all bloody excited for, mate. It’s not like you can just waltz right in there and shag her senseless. She does have the ‘Bit with her,” he mumbled to himself, carefully following the directions she’d given him over the phone.

Variations of that same conversation played over and over in his mind on the drive to Buffy’s place. He’d finally told his inner voice to “bugger off” – he just wanted to be with the girl. He wasn’t going there just so he could get horizontal with her. Well, that would be nice, but he could wait. Besides, with as jittery as she’d been last weekend, he didn’t need to scare her off with his overactive libido.

He parked the car in the Sunnydale Arms apartment complex and double-checked his directions. He’d not gotten a good look at her car, so he couldn’t scan the parking lot looking for hers to make sure he was in the right area. Glancing up, he looked at the building in front of him for an apartment number. 1015. Perfect. He was in the right spot.

As he walked towards her front door, he was surprised at how nervous he felt. Like a teenaged git picking up his first date. Oh, how the mighty have fallen…

Then he was before her door, ringing the bell, and there was no turning back.  

His jaw dropped when the door swung open. Her hair was still damp along the tips from her bath, and she seemed to be wearing nothing but a bathrobe. A sexy bathrobe. A sexy, silky, barely-covering-her-ass bathrobe.

His body tightened. All over.

William could only gape at her as she leaned against the doorjamb, a come hither expression on her face. His jaw worked and he attempted to rein in his lust before it threatened to overwhelm him. Then she crooked her finger at him. The cheeky little chit. Just as bold as brass, gesturing him toward her.

“The ‘Bit?” he managed to choke out before he completely lost it.

“My mother’s watching her for a few days,” she told him, grinning like a Cheshire cat that had just been given a bowl of cream.

‘Thank you, Joyce!’ he offered up that silent prayer.

He moved in a blur, sweeping Buffy up in his arms and kicking the door shut behind him. Then, he was moving, swift steps that led down that hall and hopefully, to her bedroom.

“Tell me to stop,” he urged.

“Don’t stop,” she murmured. “Don’t ever stop.”

“Buffy…” A groan. Then his mouth was on hers and he was kissing her with all the pent up emotion he’d shoved down deep after he’d found out she’d left.

But now she was here, with him. Wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

He set her down on her feet at the foot of the bed. His eyes took in the red creation hiding her body from his gaze. A hand moved to the belt and with a quick tug, the binding came loose. Both hands came up to slip under the garment on either side of her neck; he moved his hands outward, pushing the silky material from her shoulders to let it fall to the floor behind her.

William sucked in his breath. She was naked beneath the robe. Groaning softly, he dropped to his knees before her and buried his nose in her stomach.

The action almost reduced Buffy to tears. It was like he was talking to the tiny creation growing inside her womb. She blinked rapidly, fisting her fingers in his hair to hold him close.  

She felt him shift in front of her; his tongue slipped between his parted lips to dip inside and tease her belly button. William positioned her in front of the bed and urged her to sit, then to lay back. She complied hesitantly, unsure of what he planned to do.

Her hips arched off the bed when his tongue licked up and down her slit.

“William!” she cried out.

He teased her over and over; up and down in a lazy pattern, then finally he took mercy on her and delved between her outer lips. God, it felt so damn good, she’d almost forgotten the things he could do to her. Almost.  

“Please,” she whimpered, unable to stand the agony any longer.

A finger replaced his tongue, freeing it to lave the swollen nubbin begging for friction. A second and then a third finger joined the first, and Buffy sighed in pleasure as he stretched her. The quick pace of his thrusts quickly brought her to her first orgasm. And, as her inner walls milked his fingers, a gasped “William” left her parted lips.

She fell back, limp, against the mattress. Watched in a daze as he pulled his hand away and then licked his fingers, tasting her.

“Mmmmmm… more,” she murmured, holding her arms up for him.

William stood in front of her and quickly shed his clothes, uncaring where they fell. His attention was riveted on the angel spread out on the bed before him. When the last garment fell away from his lean body, he walked around the side of the bed and easily lifted Buffy and resettled her on the middle of the mattress.

She turned on her side as he stretched out alongside her. They reached simultaneously for one another. Lips met and reacquainted themselves. Bare flesh melded with bare flesh, the contact causing them both to moan in pleasure into the other’s mouth. He lifted Buffy’s leg and draped it over his thigh so he could get closer to her, always closer.

Buffy rolled to her back and easily brought William with her to settle between her parted thighs. After such a long separation, she didn’t think she could wait much longer for him to be inside her, filling her, stretching her in the most pleasurable of ways. Next time. Next time they could take it slow and reacquaint themselves to the other’s body. See if their memories did justice to the reality.

But William wasn’t cooperating. Yeah, he’d followed her and now lay nestled between the vee of her legs, but he wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t he moving? She opened her eyes to see what the problem might be, to find out why he was hesitating.

He was just staring at her. Those deep, penetrating blue eyes were gazing down at her, and she got lost in them. Could only stare back helplessly. The emotion there surprised her. The intensity…it shocked her, yet warmed her. Like a flame from within, the heat radiated in her center until it encompassed her being.

He was looking at her with such… love.

Dear God! He loved her! Her. Buffy. Single-mom extraordinaire.  

She couldn’t help it. The tears came unbidden. Here was a man that loved her for her. The proof was right there in front of her eyes. Laid bare for all to see.

“Oh, William!” she cried, overcome. Her hand reached up to caress his face, the high cheekbones, the soft, wide lips. She’d never get enough of him. “Please,” she urged, pulling him down on top of her.

She gasped as he slid home, sheathing himself to the hilt. Her legs wrapped around him, holding him close, her fingers danced up and down along his back as he moved inside her. Deep thrusts that ignited a spark inside her that quickly raged to an out-of-control inferno. The bed rocked beneath them, his thrusts increasing in urgency. Both were poised, eager to seek the prize that awaited them, arms outstretched as if they could almost reach it.

Then it was upon them and Buffy arched into him as her orgasm rushed through her body.

“I love you, William,” she shouted, as her body freefell into oblivion. Yet she wasn’t scared; she knew that he’d be there to catch her.  

Her words were music to his ears, were that little umph that sent him careening over the edge to join her in bliss. As he spent himself deep within her womb, he realized he’d finally come home.

Home was here, in her arms.

As heartbeats and breathing slowed, he collapsed beside her and pulled her flushed body close to his. He couldn’t stop touching her, would never stop touching her.

“Did you mean it?” he asked. “Because, you can’t take it back. You said it. I distinctly heard the words. You said, ‘I love you, William.’”

“Yes, and I do love you. I loved you then. So much. So much that I knew… knew I couldn’t bear it if you didn’t. I tried not to, I was trying to be the sophisticated woman… but… I guess I’m just was not cut out to be.”

“Shhh…It’s alright, sweetheart. I’m here,” he soothed. “I’m not going anywhere. Don’t you know how much you mean to me?”

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Tell me.”

“You’re my reason for being. When you left, it was like you took my heart and soul with you. I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. I was a right bloody wanker to be around.”

“Really?” she squeaked.

“Yes, really. I love you, Buffy. It’s not some stupid little holiday romance that’ll burn itself out in a few weeks. You own my heart. I want to marry you, have little Buffy’s and William’s running about our feet… that we can ship off to the mums’ when they drive us crazy. I want to share my life with you, grow old with you…”

“Oh, William!” she cried. “I love you so much!”

This time, their lovemaking was slow. Every touch, every gesture bespoke the love the two shared for one another. And, after they climaxed in each other’s arms they held one another, whispering their love for each other over and over.

~*~*~*~*~

“Did you mean it?” she asked a while later.

“Mean what, luv.”

“About the babies and stuff…”

“If this is about the ‘Bit, I’m telling you right now, I’ll love her like my own.”

“I know you will. You don’t do things in half measures. But, actually, the reason why I ask…” She bit her lip uncertainly. “I’m pregnant.”

She couldn’t see his face, laying tucked back against him as he fingers trailed up and down the length of her arm. But, she felt him stiffen, felt his hand stop its gentle caress, and she prepared herself for the worst.

One minute she was snuggled against William, his arms wrapped lovingly around her, then next, she found herself flat on her back, the coverlet thrown off her body as he examined her stomach. She watched with indrawn breath as he lowered his head to her stomach, placed his ear against it as if her could hear the heartbeat. The look of awe humbled her and she couldn’t believe she’d ever doubted him.

“Hey, lil ‘Bit,” he spoke to her stomach. “It’s your da.”

William placed a quick kiss to Buffy’s stomach and then moved up to claim her lips in a searing kiss.

“I take it this means you’re happy,” she gasped once they came up for air.

“Oh, luv. Happy just doesn’t begin to cover it!”

~*~*~*~*~

They traveled to Crackington Haven for the wedding, for it was there that they’d met, there that they’d first fallen in love. It seemed only right that they’d bind themselves to one another where it all began.

William didn’t know how he’d managed to keep the wedding under wraps. They’d decided to keep it small – just family and a few close friends. Willow was Buffy’s maid of honor; Tara her second bridesmaid. Dawn made the most adorable flower girl. Rick stood in as best man with Jake as a fellow groomsmen. The mother of the bride and mother of the groom sat side-by-side and cried as their only offspring were married.

In all, it was a beautiful wedding, untouched by commercialization or news crews. To Buffy, he was just William, the anonymous man she’d fallen hopelessly in love with such a short time ago – she didn’t need the big fanfare that seemed to surround celebrity weddings. Their wedding was all she could ever hope for. Just a small affair with a few people to share in her joy. Their joy.

And, as the priest spoke the words binding them together until death-to-they-part, Buffy felt such happiness. She looked into the eyes of her love, her other half, and knew she’d finally gotten her second chance.

The End

Epilogue

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