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SOMEDAY
CHAPTER 102 – SOMEDAY
“Pull over in front of the store here. You don’t have to parallel park, per se if you just coast up to the curb,” Buffy said.
“Okay.”
“We need a few things, and you need some more things,” she said making a specifically telling face at him.
He looked at her confused, “What do you mean? What things do I need?”
She was feeling playful, so she pulled his head towards her and kissed him deeply until she was sure he’d gotten aroused. Didn’t take long.
“Certain things,” she said, lightly putting her hand on the bulge in his pants.
He thought a second, then his eyes went big, “Oh, OH, Oh…NO, you want me to go and…oh no,” he said turning a couple of shades of red.
“Oh yes! Hey, you know who had to buy these things before in Michigan? And since we’ve been back? Me, that’s who! And I don’t exactly like the feeling of everyone knowing I’m going to be getting lu…um…making love,” she amended out of respect for his sensibilities,” so it’s your turn, mister.”
“Furthermore, it’s usually the guy who buy these things, anyway. Shows you’re responsible for our love life, so we don’t have any little…showu’reu’re responsible,” she ended lamely.
They got back to the car about half an hour later, bursting out laughing as soon as they practically fell into their seats.
“Oh my God William, you were so bad!”
“Me? I was bad? I don’t think so missy, I was just standing there reading the packages and you come up and act like you don’t know me and are trying to, um…get to know me. Dear God! Did you see the looks we got? I’m never going to be able to show my face in there again!”
“You were so cute William. I’m sorry, but you were. I knew you didn’t know what was up with me at first, but with that other guy standing there, I just had to play with you,” Buffy said cracking up.
“Bet that he thought I was the luckiest fellow alive, having some beautiful, ‘strange,’ woman, and I mean that in the nicest way, of course,” he said, winking at her, “come up to me and start asking about what the difference in feel was between the condoms. And there’s more than three dozen varieties, how would I even know?”
“I’m just glad you played along, you have a natural talent,” she said, laughing appreciatively. “So you think he was jealous when I suggested to you that we buy a few boxes and I go back to your place to try them out?”
“Quite a bit, I should say,” he said, laughing, then grew a bit serious, “but really, perhaps you should be a bit more careful, fun aside, it sounded a bit like you were…”
“What? Easy? A working girl?” Buffy asked, grinning.
Before he could answer there was a wrap on the passenger window. They looked out and saw a policeman standing there.
Buffy rolled the window down, “Good afternoon officer, is there a problem?”
“Good afternoon. Could I please see some identification? You too, sir.”
“Of course, but why?” Buffy said, reaching for her wallet, “William, give him your Driver’s Permit.”
“Registration, too,” the officer said.
“Stay in the car,” he satakitaking their ID’s and registration back to his squad car.
“What do you think this is about?” William asked Buffy.
“I have no idea,” she said.
The officer came back in a few minutes, “I’m sorry about this folks, but we
received a call from one of the customers about a possible solicitation taking place here,” he said, pointing to the store, “but I see by your names that you’re married, right?”
Buffy nodded. Willfollfollowed suit.
“Okay then, must have been a mistake,” he said chuckling; “have a nice day folks. Sorry to have bothered you.”
“No problem,” Buffy said.
“Are you okay to drive?” Buffy asked William who looked rather shaken, when the officer had left.
He nodded, “I think so,” he said, starting the car.
After they had gone a few blocks Buffy started to snicker, “Oh my God, I can’t believe that little weasel standing next to us called the cops! Of all the nerve.”
She looked over at William. He wasn’t lang. ng. She sobered up, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you take a walk on the wild side honey.”
He swallowed, “That was quite humiliating, him thinking that I was…that you were. I really don’t think I shall ever be able to show my face in there again, maybe not anywhere in town. Everyone will think I go home with…” he bit his tongue.
“With your wife, silly, with me. Everyone sees us around together, most people in Julian know me, so don’t worry, okay?”
He was silent for aute,ute, “But you’re not that either, really, are you?”
“Not what?”
He paused, “My wife. You’re not my wife and I’m not really your husband.”
A lump formed in her throat, half-pain, half-anger. She didn’t respond and they drove home the rest of the way in silence.
He pulled up in front of the house and turned to her, “I’m sorry, Elizabeth,” he said, reaching out for her hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it.
She looked at him, the lump in her throat threatening to spill over.
“It’s just I love you so much, I don’t want anybody to thiadlyadly of you, think that I don’t love you enough to…”
“Marry me?” she asked quietly.
He nodded, “I know that we have the same name and that you’ve told people we’re married, and that for all intents and purposes it’s like we already are…”
“But?”
He took her chin in his other hand and looked into her eyes, “I want the world to know that I love you enough to marry you, that yo min mine, that I’m yours. I want your friends here, our friends, want to really see you in your pretty wedding dress under that canopy with me standing at your side, like the one I drew,” he stopped seeing the tears in her eyes. They were in his, too. “Someday,” he finished.
“I know,” she whispered, feeling unable to breathe or say anymore. She sighed inwardly, relieved that he had stopped. Yet, she didn’t feel like running away this time, so that must mean something, right?
He kissed her and then went around to her side of the car and opened the door when she hadn’t gotten out yet on her own.
William gave him her hand and she took it and they walked into the house. He didn’t stop at the kitchen or the dining area, or the living room, but pulled her right along with him to their bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
He let go of her hand when they got to the side of the bed. He didn’t say anything to her, didn’t kiss hert stt started undressing her; didn’t let her do the same to him. His hands unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it over her shoulders, then unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Next he undid the button on her pants and helped her out of them, as he knelt down, reached up her legs, until his hands went up under her panties alongside her outer thighs, where he pulled the material outward and then down until they were off.
He rose looking at her, at the rise and fall of her chest, the blush of her cheeks, the peaks of her nipples, her eyes wide and expectant, as they looked into his.
Trembling with desire and emotion, under the intensity of his gaze, she stood naked before him, body and soul. How he did this to her was a mystery. Opened her up, wrenched warring emotions from her all the time, just as Spike had. They were different, yet just as strong. It was always about the love, his unfaltering love, his belief and trust in her, in the rightness of it all.
It was so easy for him to love so eheaeheartedly. It had always been so much more difficult for her, though maybe, just maybe she was finally learning.
“William, please William, ”her voice came out, a mere wisp on the air.
And then she was in his arms and he was kissing hard, holding her tight, as he lay her down on the bed and covered her with his body, the roughness of his clothes exciting her, as did the feeling of being vulnerable; his dressed state versus her naked one.
Buffy’s legs wrapped around William’s, all the while trying to pull his T-shirt from the waistband of his jeans, which was harder considering.
William rolled off of her, to pull his clothes off, causing her to moan at the loss of contact. As soon as he was finished, she pulled him back, only pausing to let him grab the box of ‘things’ they’d made their little foray to the drug store for.
Without a word, without a joke about it, he came back down to her, caressing her body with his eyes, his hands, his mouth, until there was no him, no her, only them as he slid inside her.
Her breath hitched and she heard them both gasp with pleasure at the contact. She kneaded the flesh of the shapely contours of his back, as her legs slid down his calves, and upwards, wrapping themselves around his thighs, as he thrust into her.
William stopped,kingking down at her, “Do you know how beautiful you are? What you do to me?” he asked, voice thick with emotion.
She nodded, her own voice unsure.
“I love you Elizabeth, you know that, don’t you? Feel like I’ve loved you forever. Mine,” he said, kissing her hard, possessively.
If her heart hadn’t just been pried open, a little bit wider than before by him, she might have ventured a joke about his caveman-like sentiments, but all she could do was return his kiss in kind, murmuring back, “Yours, yours,” into his hair, into his mouth, into his heart.
And at that moment, she’d never meant it more, felt it more. She was his; she belonged to him, him to her.
An hour later, as she lay there napping, sated and exhausted, against his chest he looked down at her, “Someday,” he said softly.
And he meant it, too.
END CHAPTER 102
Thanks all you guys on this site for the loyalty of reading. Some of you are enjoying the pace, while others of you are like, "When the frelly heck is this going to end?" to those with that question, my answer is, I don't know. Believe me, when William gets his memories back, it's going to be in a quite dramatic way, and it's not going to be Buffy sitting him down and saying, "By the way, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," that's all I can say. And what it does to their lives will be equally dramatic. What's with the secret of the prophecy. Well...either you can email me if you must know fairviewim@aol.com if you want to be a spoler whore :) or you can wait to find out.
P.S. Bribery works, too. :)
Okay, R & R folks!
“Pull over in front of the store here. You don’t have to parallel park, per se if you just coast up to the curb,” Buffy said.
“Okay.”
“We need a few things, and you need some more things,” she said making a specifically telling face at him.
He looked at her confused, “What do you mean? What things do I need?”
She was feeling playful, so she pulled his head towards her and kissed him deeply until she was sure he’d gotten aroused. Didn’t take long.
“Certain things,” she said, lightly putting her hand on the bulge in his pants.
He thought a second, then his eyes went big, “Oh, OH, Oh…NO, you want me to go and…oh no,” he said turning a couple of shades of red.
“Oh yes! Hey, you know who had to buy these things before in Michigan? And since we’ve been back? Me, that’s who! And I don’t exactly like the feeling of everyone knowing I’m going to be getting lu…um…making love,” she amended out of respect for his sensibilities,” so it’s your turn, mister.”
“Furthermore, it’s usually the guy who buy these things, anyway. Shows you’re responsible for our love life, so we don’t have any little…showu’reu’re responsible,” she ended lamely.
They got back to the car about half an hour later, bursting out laughing as soon as they practically fell into their seats.
“Oh my God William, you were so bad!”
“Me? I was bad? I don’t think so missy, I was just standing there reading the packages and you come up and act like you don’t know me and are trying to, um…get to know me. Dear God! Did you see the looks we got? I’m never going to be able to show my face in there again!”
“You were so cute William. I’m sorry, but you were. I knew you didn’t know what was up with me at first, but with that other guy standing there, I just had to play with you,” Buffy said cracking up.
“Bet that he thought I was the luckiest fellow alive, having some beautiful, ‘strange,’ woman, and I mean that in the nicest way, of course,” he said, winking at her, “come up to me and start asking about what the difference in feel was between the condoms. And there’s more than three dozen varieties, how would I even know?”
“I’m just glad you played along, you have a natural talent,” she said, laughing appreciatively. “So you think he was jealous when I suggested to you that we buy a few boxes and I go back to your place to try them out?”
“Quite a bit, I should say,” he said, laughing, then grew a bit serious, “but really, perhaps you should be a bit more careful, fun aside, it sounded a bit like you were…”
“What? Easy? A working girl?” Buffy asked, grinning.
Before he could answer there was a wrap on the passenger window. They looked out and saw a policeman standing there.
Buffy rolled the window down, “Good afternoon officer, is there a problem?”
“Good afternoon. Could I please see some identification? You too, sir.”
“Of course, but why?” Buffy said, reaching for her wallet, “William, give him your Driver’s Permit.”
“Registration, too,” the officer said.
“Stay in the car,” he satakitaking their ID’s and registration back to his squad car.
“What do you think this is about?” William asked Buffy.
“I have no idea,” she said.
The officer came back in a few minutes, “I’m sorry about this folks, but we
received a call from one of the customers about a possible solicitation taking place here,” he said, pointing to the store, “but I see by your names that you’re married, right?”
Buffy nodded. Willfollfollowed suit.
“Okay then, must have been a mistake,” he said chuckling; “have a nice day folks. Sorry to have bothered you.”
“No problem,” Buffy said.
“Are you okay to drive?” Buffy asked William who looked rather shaken, when the officer had left.
He nodded, “I think so,” he said, starting the car.
After they had gone a few blocks Buffy started to snicker, “Oh my God, I can’t believe that little weasel standing next to us called the cops! Of all the nerve.”
She looked over at William. He wasn’t lang. ng. She sobered up, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you take a walk on the wild side honey.”
He swallowed, “That was quite humiliating, him thinking that I was…that you were. I really don’t think I shall ever be able to show my face in there again, maybe not anywhere in town. Everyone will think I go home with…” he bit his tongue.
“With your wife, silly, with me. Everyone sees us around together, most people in Julian know me, so don’t worry, okay?”
He was silent for aute,ute, “But you’re not that either, really, are you?”
“Not what?”
He paused, “My wife. You’re not my wife and I’m not really your husband.”
A lump formed in her throat, half-pain, half-anger. She didn’t respond and they drove home the rest of the way in silence.
He pulled up in front of the house and turned to her, “I’m sorry, Elizabeth,” he said, reaching out for her hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it.
She looked at him, the lump in her throat threatening to spill over.
“It’s just I love you so much, I don’t want anybody to thiadlyadly of you, think that I don’t love you enough to…”
“Marry me?” she asked quietly.
He nodded, “I know that we have the same name and that you’ve told people we’re married, and that for all intents and purposes it’s like we already are…”
“But?”
He took her chin in his other hand and looked into her eyes, “I want the world to know that I love you enough to marry you, that yo min mine, that I’m yours. I want your friends here, our friends, want to really see you in your pretty wedding dress under that canopy with me standing at your side, like the one I drew,” he stopped seeing the tears in her eyes. They were in his, too. “Someday,” he finished.
“I know,” she whispered, feeling unable to breathe or say anymore. She sighed inwardly, relieved that he had stopped. Yet, she didn’t feel like running away this time, so that must mean something, right?
He kissed her and then went around to her side of the car and opened the door when she hadn’t gotten out yet on her own.
William gave him her hand and she took it and they walked into the house. He didn’t stop at the kitchen or the dining area, or the living room, but pulled her right along with him to their bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
He let go of her hand when they got to the side of the bed. He didn’t say anything to her, didn’t kiss hert stt started undressing her; didn’t let her do the same to him. His hands unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it over her shoulders, then unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Next he undid the button on her pants and helped her out of them, as he knelt down, reached up her legs, until his hands went up under her panties alongside her outer thighs, where he pulled the material outward and then down until they were off.
He rose looking at her, at the rise and fall of her chest, the blush of her cheeks, the peaks of her nipples, her eyes wide and expectant, as they looked into his.
Trembling with desire and emotion, under the intensity of his gaze, she stood naked before him, body and soul. How he did this to her was a mystery. Opened her up, wrenched warring emotions from her all the time, just as Spike had. They were different, yet just as strong. It was always about the love, his unfaltering love, his belief and trust in her, in the rightness of it all.
It was so easy for him to love so eheaeheartedly. It had always been so much more difficult for her, though maybe, just maybe she was finally learning.
“William, please William, ”her voice came out, a mere wisp on the air.
And then she was in his arms and he was kissing hard, holding her tight, as he lay her down on the bed and covered her with his body, the roughness of his clothes exciting her, as did the feeling of being vulnerable; his dressed state versus her naked one.
Buffy’s legs wrapped around William’s, all the while trying to pull his T-shirt from the waistband of his jeans, which was harder considering.
William rolled off of her, to pull his clothes off, causing her to moan at the loss of contact. As soon as he was finished, she pulled him back, only pausing to let him grab the box of ‘things’ they’d made their little foray to the drug store for.
Without a word, without a joke about it, he came back down to her, caressing her body with his eyes, his hands, his mouth, until there was no him, no her, only them as he slid inside her.
Her breath hitched and she heard them both gasp with pleasure at the contact. She kneaded the flesh of the shapely contours of his back, as her legs slid down his calves, and upwards, wrapping themselves around his thighs, as he thrust into her.
William stopped,kingking down at her, “Do you know how beautiful you are? What you do to me?” he asked, voice thick with emotion.
She nodded, her own voice unsure.
“I love you Elizabeth, you know that, don’t you? Feel like I’ve loved you forever. Mine,” he said, kissing her hard, possessively.
If her heart hadn’t just been pried open, a little bit wider than before by him, she might have ventured a joke about his caveman-like sentiments, but all she could do was return his kiss in kind, murmuring back, “Yours, yours,” into his hair, into his mouth, into his heart.
And at that moment, she’d never meant it more, felt it more. She was his; she belonged to him, him to her.
An hour later, as she lay there napping, sated and exhausted, against his chest he looked down at her, “Someday,” he said softly.
And he meant it, too.
END CHAPTER 102
Thanks all you guys on this site for the loyalty of reading. Some of you are enjoying the pace, while others of you are like, "When the frelly heck is this going to end?" to those with that question, my answer is, I don't know. Believe me, when William gets his memories back, it's going to be in a quite dramatic way, and it's not going to be Buffy sitting him down and saying, "By the way, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," that's all I can say. And what it does to their lives will be equally dramatic. What's with the secret of the prophecy. Well...either you can email me if you must know fairviewim@aol.com if you want to be a spoler whore :) or you can wait to find out.
P.S. Bribery works, too. :)
Okay, R & R folks!