Juxtaposed With U
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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Juxtaposed With U
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Joss Whedon and his wonderful talented friends do.
Rating: Nc-17 for swearing and sex. Not suitable for minors.
Genre: Romance and AU
Characters: Buffy and Spike aka William
Summary: William takes Buffy away from a romantic weekend to Ireland. Spuffiness. AU.
Website: www.geocities.com/outforawalkbitchuk
Feedback: Please do at outforawalkbitchuk@yahoo.com
Authors Note: Spike is called William in this story and he isn't vampire, nor is Buffy the Slayer. This fiction is an excuse for much romance, a bit of angst and lots and lots of hot sex.
I hope you enjoy this story, if you do please feedback and if you don't then you can feedback as well, I don't mind.
Luv Louise
JUXTAPOSED WITH
Ch
Chapter one:
He turned the steering wheel around another country lane. The car window was open and she rested her elbow on the side staring out as they buzzed past the tree-lined roads, the cool breeze filtering in the vehicle. This was both their vacation, away from not only city life but family, especially hers who would hit the roof if they ever knew their precious Buffy was on route to a castle for a week, that wouldn't bother them but the fact that she was being driven there by a man, by him, by her William now that would anger her family.
She turned and looked at hime fee felt so incredibly guilty, he was doing this for her, for her, taking her away for a whole week to this beautiful castle in the middle of Ireland. He was paying for it all, the flights over there, the hire car, he was wonderful. Yet she felt at times she didn't give him his credit, her family, they would disapprove of him, of his lifestyle for being a rockstar, for taking drugs for swearing, for drinking, for being what he wanted. But why she felt guilty wasn't for betraying them but for betraying him, her family didn't even know he existed, her secret, her little secret, did that mean she didn't love him strong enough to face her controlling family? Did she love him less because she hadn't told anyone about him, despite knowing him for 4 months, despite kissing his warm lips so many times, he had told his friends about her, he had introduced her to his family, did he love her more than she loved him because of that?
Buffy shook her head, she studied his face, she loved his cheekbones and how his hair lay around his face, it was perfection and his eyes, oh his eyes, she always thought about them when she got the chance, when she was at work she would drift off and imagine him. So yes she loved him but it didn't make things easier.
"Enjoying the view?" he smirked, knowing too well she was checking him out.
She flinched away and looked out of the window again "Its very pretty out here"
"I know, you seem a little nervous Buffy, you do want this right?" he slowed down slightly, terrified she would back out of this, of his romantic week away, oh he loved her with all his heart, he had been looking forward to this for two months, it would be bliss, heavenly, beautiful.
"Of course I do, don't be silly William" she turned once again and leaned over kissing his forehead gently, he groaned in approval, probably counted as dangerous driving but he needed reassurance.
"I know your worried, but its okay, no one is going to find out" he comforted, she was incredibly shy at times, they would go on dates and she would hardly say a word. When he first met her backstage at a gig he thought she hated him, found him boring because she said nothing to him, but when she had smiled at him that night, he had her figured out, she was shy that was all and it was a quality he had grown to love. He blamed it on her parents, they never gave her freedom, always told her what to do, it wasn't fair on her, she was a grown woman, she should be able to do what she liked. Instead she was forced to keep her relationship with him a secret, like star-crossed lovers, but he hope it didn't end in a tragedy like Romeo and Juliet.
She nodded yes and went back to her thoughts as they got nearer to their destion aon and the place they would spend a whole week together with.
********
William rang on the bell that resided on reception desk, she stood by his side looking in awe at the grand staircase that dominated the hallway. It was pretty late by the time they had got there and she would have like to have explored grounds but she was so tired she wondered how she was even standing, oh yes that was because his arm lay secured round her waist keeping her steady.
His fingers crept up the hem of her top and gently stroked her warm skin as the receptionist finally turned up. He loved these little moments, secretly caressing her, it was part of their games with one and other, who would give in first to the temptation, who would let out a small moan first, who would find the sensations too hard to deal with and need satisfaction, gratification first.
"How may I help you sir?" the woman asked
"Hi, I have a room booked for two for the whole week" he beamed looking at Buffy, she was restless, probably wanted to go to sleep and he wanted her to cuddle up to him, lay in his arms, he wanted to keep her safe. But he could also tell she was scared, completely paranoid somehow her parents would find out she was here with him and not with her friend Willow.
"Name please" she responded
"Robertson" William smiled, he squeezed the side of her hips and saw how she bit her lips and looked up to him he grinned like he had done nothing wrong, when he was teasing her.
"Hmm, oh ywe'we've been trying to contact you, sorry but the premier room you were booked into had to undergo some maintenance work, so unfortunately" the receptionist hesitated
"Yes" William urged, it was going to be bad news, he felt his girlfriend tense up by his side.
"We've had to book you into two separate rooms, though they share tame ame living space" she answered
"What! That's fucking unacceptable" He growled holding tighter onto Buffy's waist, in an effort to calm himself down.
"William" Buffy whispered but he continued fuming, he rarely lost his temper but when he did he wouldn't see reason at all and she hated that, it was the only thing she was irritated by in his personality, everything else was perfect, he had a good sense of humour, was kind, was charming, was sweet, definitely was sexy, just like most people he let little things niggle at him.
"Please Mr Robertson we are trying our best to make a deluxe room available to you by the middle of your stay and of course you will get a minor refund on your booking"
"I don't care about money, money is bullshit" William spat as the receptionist handed him their keys and gave them directions to their rooms
"Come on, please" Buffy tugged at his hand, smiling apoplectically to the woman
"Aren't you disappointed?" he questioned as they walked away, him taking their bags and she feeling slightly angry with him for causing a scene.
"I will cope" she stated, she knew he was still pissed off, and she decided to let him calm down by himself, she wouldn't say another word, she would stare at his beauty instead and remember how much she loved him.
"Yeah" he muttered, and that was it, he found himself revert into a deep melancholy, his fears about their relationship resurfaced once more. She didn't care one way or the other if they got a king's size bed because she was probably happy that they had separate rooms, maybe he was paranoid but often she would go back home rather than spend the whole night with him after they had been in one and other's warmth, he was worrying now that this, what they had was just nothing to her. It played on his mind as he walked the stairs with her, she seemed distant to him, he sadly conceded that she didn'te hie him, he had to hold his tears back and figure out how he was going to spend a whole week with the woman he loved when she didn't feel the same way back. It would be torture, she was tearing at his heart and soul and his mind, they each collided into unfounded reasoning, Buffy didn't love him.
*********
He sat on the edge off his bed, she was in the bathroom, getting ready to go to sleep, they hadn't spoken since walking the stairs, he sat in his boxer shorts and sighed, he thought they had something good going on, he thought his feelings meant something to her, that when he had declared his love for her a month ago her reaction of kissing him and hugging him and touching him, her hands across his sex, their love making that night had meant she felt the same. It just wasn't true, she, she didn't love him.
He rested his chin on his hand and sighed deeply, he felt a fool for ever trusting her with his heart, she probably thought he didn't have deep feelings, that he was just a rockstar who didn't care about anything other than himself. That was bullshit though, he was passionate about things, especially her, he had given her all he had for this relationship, even though he knew from the start it would be difficult because she told him that her mum and dad didn't like her having boyfriends. He decided though she was too important to let go, she was different, shy, quiet, intelligent, beautiful and perhaps knowing he was doing things with her in secret added to her appeal but either way he cared for her, cherished her, wanted her, craved her. And all he could hear was her in the bathroom, pretending she loved him. He should hate her but how could he, he treasured her.
Buffy finished brushing her hair and stared in the mirror, she was still a little annoyed by him, by the way he treated that woman, she was constantly afraid that being famous would one day go to his head, that he would become a cliché and that he would dump her for someone a little more interesting, someone famous, someone more outgoing. She picked her dirty clothes up and opened the door, padding out into the living room. It struck her as weird, that he was so quiet, she shrugged her shoulders and headed for her room, she would put her clothes away then try to talk to him. God she found it difficult at times, she worried that she bored him with her talk about things that didn't matter, that he really just tolerated her. But yeah she wanted to snuggle up to him that night, let him hold her tight, without fear of people finding out. First though must put clothes away, she went to open her bedroom door.
"You're not staying with me pet?" he didn't look up from his position, his head bowed staring at the wooden floor
"Yeah course I am" she answered frowning. She placed her clothes down on a chair and strolled over to the bed
"Why can't you be honest with me, why pretend you..." he paused and trembled at his stupidity, he was a grown man for fuck's sake and he was close to tears, in fact a stray salty tear rolled down his cheek, and he wiped it away with a shaking hand, he never felt so low about a woman before, never.
"I what, William are you okay honey?" she sat down behind him on her knees, she went to place her head on his shoulder, but she could hear his sobs "Nor nor not, what's wrong, please tell me?"
"Are you ashamed of me?" he mumbled, certain of her answer and awaiting a fresh batch of tears.
"No" she stated adamantly, she wrapped her left arm around his waist as her right stroked his smooth hair lovingly
"Do you hate me?" he quizzed, now she was just torturing him with her actions, especially as she breathed on his neck, in his ear, even in his sorry state he felt the familiar flame being lit between his legs.
"Fucking hell no! no William" she implored kissing his neck gently, why was he acting like this?
"Why did you ignore me then, why are you slee in in the other room, I love you, I thought you loved me!" he was getting angry now but again the tears flowed and he tugged away from her
"Oh William, come here" she pulled at his arm and set him tumbling back to the bed where she embraced him strongly, looking at his face and wiping his tears away with her thumb "I am a little.."
"What?" he growled lowly, she made him so hot, so needy, she was just wearing his shirt he had given her one night after they had been together, and whenever she came to stay she wore it, though she told him she hid it at home, in case her mum found it, sometimes though she would put it on and remember him. He hated that she still lived at home but she was a loyal daughter and had to look after her g grg grandmother when she wasn't at work and she just couldn't afford to move it.
"Pissed at how you treated the receptionist, it wasn't very polite" she declared, he shrugged his shoulders and looked at her sheepishly, she continued, this time running her hands down his bare chest "Well it wasn't, I know you wanted things to be perfect, but I don't care what bed we have, what room, I do want you, I love you and I'm not ashamed"
"Are you sure?" he whispered
"Yes, I want to tell them, I do, its so hard, they scrutinise me so much, I don't want them being horrible to you, not when I love you, I'm scared they would push you away, that you would leave me" she pleaded at him
"I wouldn't, I , look at me, I'm crying over you" he chuckled lightly
"And that's why I love you, bse yse your so sensitive" she kissed his lips lightly but her words to him had heightened his senses, his everything and he deepened the kiss, parting her lips with tongue which danced in her mouth with hers. His hands rested on her cheeks, he panted into her and gently gestured with his body that pushed against her for Buffy to lay on the bed.
She moved herself further up the bed to rest her head on the soft pillows, they hadn't broken their union, no kissing was so much fun and she was gasping for air but boy she could from the lack of oxygen but if she died in this state, with his body rubbed against her, his hands running up her thigh, her own curling round strandshis his hair, rubbing the back on his neck, god to die like this would be perfection. She traced the curve of his spine with her left hand and rested on thestbastband of his shorts, sliding underneath them and tugging at the material.
William moaned heavily into her mouth as she pulled his underwear down, to think only minutes previously he never thought he would get to be with her again. He pulled away gently a trail of their shared juices being left
"Your keen love" he winked massaging his hands on her stomach, he cursed her for wearing underwear.
"It's been a long time, I've missed you" she told him.
He smiled and moved his chest away from hers to begin to undo the buttons of his shirt that looked so much better on her
"I do love you, I really do, I hate my life at times" she looked at him pained as his shorts were pushed down and laid at his ankles, he carefully kicked them off
"Don't, don't, don't be sad" he begged, another button undone and yes one more till he saw her, her wonderful chest, her nipples he loved to tickle with his tongue.
"I'm happy when I'm with you" she admitted her hands rested on his firm moulds and she pulled him up so he could grind phenomenally against her with his member.
"I know" he groaned her opened the shirt and smiled at her readiness, he leaned in and kissed and licked between the valley of her breasts, she giggled at him
"William" she moaned as she swelled everywhere at his touch
"Yep" he stopped briefly, looking up to her.
"Thank you for this holiday" Buffy bred hed huskily.
\" c" came his reply as he whipped his tongue over the glistening skin of her elegant body.
The pair of bodies managed to find themselves under the soft cotton sheets, pressed against bare flesh, their hands found one and other's skin, caressed and captured the spheres that made each of them scream in delight, light touches, rough sometimes. They explored their lover's flesh like this was their first time in this hot ecstasy. His teeth nibbled at her neck, hers licked his chest, thrashing away to suck any salt left in his sweaty skin and then it became too much. He eased himself closer to her, she gnawed at her lower lip and nodded that she was ready for him.
He entered softly, this wasn't about sex, but as silly as it sounded it was love, he was making slow, sweet, long love to her and she guided him in gently. Her muscles clutched around his shaft and milked him gradually, she wanted to feel him in her forever. He grunted quietly and rocked back and forth with a tender ease, never penetrating to deeply because he didn't want her to hurt like the first time they had been together.
She gently held onto his back, every time she had him in her she let out a sigh of pleasure, showing him how much she cared. It seemed like nothing else mattered in the world when he was with her, she knew it wouldn't be like this forever, surely they were both too young to stay in love right? But no, the mere thought made her stomach clenched up, no she loved him, she just had to deal with the consequences of that love, she couldn't shy away from it anymore, she loved him, she had to stand up from him, he was her William, her baby, the only man she ever slept with, he wasn't horrible, he wasn't a bad influence and damn it she needed to tell her family and friends the truth about why she had been smiling, on a permanent high for the last four months, she was in love with someone, with William Robertson...he was all that mattered
"I want to be with you" she said between moans "forever, us, forever"
"Yes, please, oh" his words became incoherent and their slow rhythm had to quicken slightly for him to harden more, for his weapon to lodge firmly inside of her, as she squeezed his liquor out "Forever, yes, oh"
Their love making, though they never wanted it to end was reaching its pinnacle, he leaned in and plunged deeper into he captcaptured her lips once more to feel the vibrations of her moans in his body. He began to jerk and shudder, her legs were so tightly wrapped round him he was sure he would never be able to leave her warmth not that he would want to. Buffy sighed, she felt the vibrations of his hardness as he jolted in her, their time was here, usually she felt sad when they reached this moment, it meant she had to leave, go home before her parents worried but she smiled at him, they had a whole week of this.....
"Good, ah, ah, good" she steered him in further with every burst of her orgasm, "a little bit more, I love you, I love you in me"
"I love you too" he cried out flinging his head back as he shot his cargo into her "I love you"
"William" she cried in unison
He collapsed on her chest and laid on her, on her soft skin, he didn't leave her straight away, preferring to savour the moment, to rest in her heat for a little bit more, in their shared wetness.
"This is going to be a good week" he mumbled onto her skin as she combed his hair and snuggled close to him.
TBC>>>>>>
Rating: Nc-17 for swearing and sex. Not suitable for minors.
Genre: Romance and AU
Characters: Buffy and Spike aka William
Summary: William takes Buffy away from a romantic weekend to Ireland. Spuffiness. AU.
Website: www.geocities.com/outforawalkbitchuk
Feedback: Please do at outforawalkbitchuk@yahoo.com
Authors Note: Spike is called William in this story and he isn't vampire, nor is Buffy the Slayer. This fiction is an excuse for much romance, a bit of angst and lots and lots of hot sex.
I hope you enjoy this story, if you do please feedback and if you don't then you can feedback as well, I don't mind.
Luv Louise
JUXTAPOSED WITH
Ch
Chapter one:
He turned the steering wheel around another country lane. The car window was open and she rested her elbow on the side staring out as they buzzed past the tree-lined roads, the cool breeze filtering in the vehicle. This was both their vacation, away from not only city life but family, especially hers who would hit the roof if they ever knew their precious Buffy was on route to a castle for a week, that wouldn't bother them but the fact that she was being driven there by a man, by him, by her William now that would anger her family.
She turned and looked at hime fee felt so incredibly guilty, he was doing this for her, for her, taking her away for a whole week to this beautiful castle in the middle of Ireland. He was paying for it all, the flights over there, the hire car, he was wonderful. Yet she felt at times she didn't give him his credit, her family, they would disapprove of him, of his lifestyle for being a rockstar, for taking drugs for swearing, for drinking, for being what he wanted. But why she felt guilty wasn't for betraying them but for betraying him, her family didn't even know he existed, her secret, her little secret, did that mean she didn't love him strong enough to face her controlling family? Did she love him less because she hadn't told anyone about him, despite knowing him for 4 months, despite kissing his warm lips so many times, he had told his friends about her, he had introduced her to his family, did he love her more than she loved him because of that?
Buffy shook her head, she studied his face, she loved his cheekbones and how his hair lay around his face, it was perfection and his eyes, oh his eyes, she always thought about them when she got the chance, when she was at work she would drift off and imagine him. So yes she loved him but it didn't make things easier.
"Enjoying the view?" he smirked, knowing too well she was checking him out.
She flinched away and looked out of the window again "Its very pretty out here"
"I know, you seem a little nervous Buffy, you do want this right?" he slowed down slightly, terrified she would back out of this, of his romantic week away, oh he loved her with all his heart, he had been looking forward to this for two months, it would be bliss, heavenly, beautiful.
"Of course I do, don't be silly William" she turned once again and leaned over kissing his forehead gently, he groaned in approval, probably counted as dangerous driving but he needed reassurance.
"I know your worried, but its okay, no one is going to find out" he comforted, she was incredibly shy at times, they would go on dates and she would hardly say a word. When he first met her backstage at a gig he thought she hated him, found him boring because she said nothing to him, but when she had smiled at him that night, he had her figured out, she was shy that was all and it was a quality he had grown to love. He blamed it on her parents, they never gave her freedom, always told her what to do, it wasn't fair on her, she was a grown woman, she should be able to do what she liked. Instead she was forced to keep her relationship with him a secret, like star-crossed lovers, but he hope it didn't end in a tragedy like Romeo and Juliet.
She nodded yes and went back to her thoughts as they got nearer to their destion aon and the place they would spend a whole week together with.
********
William rang on the bell that resided on reception desk, she stood by his side looking in awe at the grand staircase that dominated the hallway. It was pretty late by the time they had got there and she would have like to have explored grounds but she was so tired she wondered how she was even standing, oh yes that was because his arm lay secured round her waist keeping her steady.
His fingers crept up the hem of her top and gently stroked her warm skin as the receptionist finally turned up. He loved these little moments, secretly caressing her, it was part of their games with one and other, who would give in first to the temptation, who would let out a small moan first, who would find the sensations too hard to deal with and need satisfaction, gratification first.
"How may I help you sir?" the woman asked
"Hi, I have a room booked for two for the whole week" he beamed looking at Buffy, she was restless, probably wanted to go to sleep and he wanted her to cuddle up to him, lay in his arms, he wanted to keep her safe. But he could also tell she was scared, completely paranoid somehow her parents would find out she was here with him and not with her friend Willow.
"Name please" she responded
"Robertson" William smiled, he squeezed the side of her hips and saw how she bit her lips and looked up to him he grinned like he had done nothing wrong, when he was teasing her.
"Hmm, oh ywe'we've been trying to contact you, sorry but the premier room you were booked into had to undergo some maintenance work, so unfortunately" the receptionist hesitated
"Yes" William urged, it was going to be bad news, he felt his girlfriend tense up by his side.
"We've had to book you into two separate rooms, though they share tame ame living space" she answered
"What! That's fucking unacceptable" He growled holding tighter onto Buffy's waist, in an effort to calm himself down.
"William" Buffy whispered but he continued fuming, he rarely lost his temper but when he did he wouldn't see reason at all and she hated that, it was the only thing she was irritated by in his personality, everything else was perfect, he had a good sense of humour, was kind, was charming, was sweet, definitely was sexy, just like most people he let little things niggle at him.
"Please Mr Robertson we are trying our best to make a deluxe room available to you by the middle of your stay and of course you will get a minor refund on your booking"
"I don't care about money, money is bullshit" William spat as the receptionist handed him their keys and gave them directions to their rooms
"Come on, please" Buffy tugged at his hand, smiling apoplectically to the woman
"Aren't you disappointed?" he questioned as they walked away, him taking their bags and she feeling slightly angry with him for causing a scene.
"I will cope" she stated, she knew he was still pissed off, and she decided to let him calm down by himself, she wouldn't say another word, she would stare at his beauty instead and remember how much she loved him.
"Yeah" he muttered, and that was it, he found himself revert into a deep melancholy, his fears about their relationship resurfaced once more. She didn't care one way or the other if they got a king's size bed because she was probably happy that they had separate rooms, maybe he was paranoid but often she would go back home rather than spend the whole night with him after they had been in one and other's warmth, he was worrying now that this, what they had was just nothing to her. It played on his mind as he walked the stairs with her, she seemed distant to him, he sadly conceded that she didn'te hie him, he had to hold his tears back and figure out how he was going to spend a whole week with the woman he loved when she didn't feel the same way back. It would be torture, she was tearing at his heart and soul and his mind, they each collided into unfounded reasoning, Buffy didn't love him.
*********
He sat on the edge off his bed, she was in the bathroom, getting ready to go to sleep, they hadn't spoken since walking the stairs, he sat in his boxer shorts and sighed, he thought they had something good going on, he thought his feelings meant something to her, that when he had declared his love for her a month ago her reaction of kissing him and hugging him and touching him, her hands across his sex, their love making that night had meant she felt the same. It just wasn't true, she, she didn't love him.
He rested his chin on his hand and sighed deeply, he felt a fool for ever trusting her with his heart, she probably thought he didn't have deep feelings, that he was just a rockstar who didn't care about anything other than himself. That was bullshit though, he was passionate about things, especially her, he had given her all he had for this relationship, even though he knew from the start it would be difficult because she told him that her mum and dad didn't like her having boyfriends. He decided though she was too important to let go, she was different, shy, quiet, intelligent, beautiful and perhaps knowing he was doing things with her in secret added to her appeal but either way he cared for her, cherished her, wanted her, craved her. And all he could hear was her in the bathroom, pretending she loved him. He should hate her but how could he, he treasured her.
Buffy finished brushing her hair and stared in the mirror, she was still a little annoyed by him, by the way he treated that woman, she was constantly afraid that being famous would one day go to his head, that he would become a cliché and that he would dump her for someone a little more interesting, someone famous, someone more outgoing. She picked her dirty clothes up and opened the door, padding out into the living room. It struck her as weird, that he was so quiet, she shrugged her shoulders and headed for her room, she would put her clothes away then try to talk to him. God she found it difficult at times, she worried that she bored him with her talk about things that didn't matter, that he really just tolerated her. But yeah she wanted to snuggle up to him that night, let him hold her tight, without fear of people finding out. First though must put clothes away, she went to open her bedroom door.
"You're not staying with me pet?" he didn't look up from his position, his head bowed staring at the wooden floor
"Yeah course I am" she answered frowning. She placed her clothes down on a chair and strolled over to the bed
"Why can't you be honest with me, why pretend you..." he paused and trembled at his stupidity, he was a grown man for fuck's sake and he was close to tears, in fact a stray salty tear rolled down his cheek, and he wiped it away with a shaking hand, he never felt so low about a woman before, never.
"I what, William are you okay honey?" she sat down behind him on her knees, she went to place her head on his shoulder, but she could hear his sobs "Nor nor not, what's wrong, please tell me?"
"Are you ashamed of me?" he mumbled, certain of her answer and awaiting a fresh batch of tears.
"No" she stated adamantly, she wrapped her left arm around his waist as her right stroked his smooth hair lovingly
"Do you hate me?" he quizzed, now she was just torturing him with her actions, especially as she breathed on his neck, in his ear, even in his sorry state he felt the familiar flame being lit between his legs.
"Fucking hell no! no William" she implored kissing his neck gently, why was he acting like this?
"Why did you ignore me then, why are you slee in in the other room, I love you, I thought you loved me!" he was getting angry now but again the tears flowed and he tugged away from her
"Oh William, come here" she pulled at his arm and set him tumbling back to the bed where she embraced him strongly, looking at his face and wiping his tears away with her thumb "I am a little.."
"What?" he growled lowly, she made him so hot, so needy, she was just wearing his shirt he had given her one night after they had been together, and whenever she came to stay she wore it, though she told him she hid it at home, in case her mum found it, sometimes though she would put it on and remember him. He hated that she still lived at home but she was a loyal daughter and had to look after her g grg grandmother when she wasn't at work and she just couldn't afford to move it.
"Pissed at how you treated the receptionist, it wasn't very polite" she declared, he shrugged his shoulders and looked at her sheepishly, she continued, this time running her hands down his bare chest "Well it wasn't, I know you wanted things to be perfect, but I don't care what bed we have, what room, I do want you, I love you and I'm not ashamed"
"Are you sure?" he whispered
"Yes, I want to tell them, I do, its so hard, they scrutinise me so much, I don't want them being horrible to you, not when I love you, I'm scared they would push you away, that you would leave me" she pleaded at him
"I wouldn't, I , look at me, I'm crying over you" he chuckled lightly
"And that's why I love you, bse yse your so sensitive" she kissed his lips lightly but her words to him had heightened his senses, his everything and he deepened the kiss, parting her lips with tongue which danced in her mouth with hers. His hands rested on her cheeks, he panted into her and gently gestured with his body that pushed against her for Buffy to lay on the bed.
She moved herself further up the bed to rest her head on the soft pillows, they hadn't broken their union, no kissing was so much fun and she was gasping for air but boy she could from the lack of oxygen but if she died in this state, with his body rubbed against her, his hands running up her thigh, her own curling round strandshis his hair, rubbing the back on his neck, god to die like this would be perfection. She traced the curve of his spine with her left hand and rested on thestbastband of his shorts, sliding underneath them and tugging at the material.
William moaned heavily into her mouth as she pulled his underwear down, to think only minutes previously he never thought he would get to be with her again. He pulled away gently a trail of their shared juices being left
"Your keen love" he winked massaging his hands on her stomach, he cursed her for wearing underwear.
"It's been a long time, I've missed you" she told him.
He smiled and moved his chest away from hers to begin to undo the buttons of his shirt that looked so much better on her
"I do love you, I really do, I hate my life at times" she looked at him pained as his shorts were pushed down and laid at his ankles, he carefully kicked them off
"Don't, don't, don't be sad" he begged, another button undone and yes one more till he saw her, her wonderful chest, her nipples he loved to tickle with his tongue.
"I'm happy when I'm with you" she admitted her hands rested on his firm moulds and she pulled him up so he could grind phenomenally against her with his member.
"I know" he groaned her opened the shirt and smiled at her readiness, he leaned in and kissed and licked between the valley of her breasts, she giggled at him
"William" she moaned as she swelled everywhere at his touch
"Yep" he stopped briefly, looking up to her.
"Thank you for this holiday" Buffy bred hed huskily.
\" c" came his reply as he whipped his tongue over the glistening skin of her elegant body.
The pair of bodies managed to find themselves under the soft cotton sheets, pressed against bare flesh, their hands found one and other's skin, caressed and captured the spheres that made each of them scream in delight, light touches, rough sometimes. They explored their lover's flesh like this was their first time in this hot ecstasy. His teeth nibbled at her neck, hers licked his chest, thrashing away to suck any salt left in his sweaty skin and then it became too much. He eased himself closer to her, she gnawed at her lower lip and nodded that she was ready for him.
He entered softly, this wasn't about sex, but as silly as it sounded it was love, he was making slow, sweet, long love to her and she guided him in gently. Her muscles clutched around his shaft and milked him gradually, she wanted to feel him in her forever. He grunted quietly and rocked back and forth with a tender ease, never penetrating to deeply because he didn't want her to hurt like the first time they had been together.
She gently held onto his back, every time she had him in her she let out a sigh of pleasure, showing him how much she cared. It seemed like nothing else mattered in the world when he was with her, she knew it wouldn't be like this forever, surely they were both too young to stay in love right? But no, the mere thought made her stomach clenched up, no she loved him, she just had to deal with the consequences of that love, she couldn't shy away from it anymore, she loved him, she had to stand up from him, he was her William, her baby, the only man she ever slept with, he wasn't horrible, he wasn't a bad influence and damn it she needed to tell her family and friends the truth about why she had been smiling, on a permanent high for the last four months, she was in love with someone, with William Robertson...he was all that mattered
"I want to be with you" she said between moans "forever, us, forever"
"Yes, please, oh" his words became incoherent and their slow rhythm had to quicken slightly for him to harden more, for his weapon to lodge firmly inside of her, as she squeezed his liquor out "Forever, yes, oh"
Their love making, though they never wanted it to end was reaching its pinnacle, he leaned in and plunged deeper into he captcaptured her lips once more to feel the vibrations of her moans in his body. He began to jerk and shudder, her legs were so tightly wrapped round him he was sure he would never be able to leave her warmth not that he would want to. Buffy sighed, she felt the vibrations of his hardness as he jolted in her, their time was here, usually she felt sad when they reached this moment, it meant she had to leave, go home before her parents worried but she smiled at him, they had a whole week of this.....
"Good, ah, ah, good" she steered him in further with every burst of her orgasm, "a little bit more, I love you, I love you in me"
"I love you too" he cried out flinging his head back as he shot his cargo into her "I love you"
"William" she cried in unison
He collapsed on her chest and laid on her, on her soft skin, he didn't leave her straight away, preferring to savour the moment, to rest in her heat for a little bit more, in their shared wetness.
"This is going to be a good week" he mumbled onto her skin as she combed his hair and snuggled close to him.
TBC>>>>>>