Au Contraire, Au Pair

Okay. I apparently have no life. And I am needing some feedback on this one. Too much? Am I gross with the sex stuff? Am I filing a void in my own life? Hee hee.
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Chapter 11

She couldn’t believe he was here! He put one arm around her shoulder and took James by the hand and walked them back to the entrance. “I distinctly remember Cook saying we shouldn’t eat anything on a stick. Right. Lead me to temptation.”

Buffy and James went into the stamped hand entrance, William took care of his entrance fee, and they headed off to the food tents. James took each of them by the hand and started running, pulling them along faster. William looked over at Buffy, his face showing his pleasure at their all being together. Buffy smiled back and mouthed “we talked. I love him,” and grinned wide.

William felt right there that the last 15 years of his life happened just as they should have in order to bring this person into his life. All of the heartache and anger he had felt over Drusilla not returning his feelings, the nights he had cried over the heartache he and James felt at not being enough for her... It all washed away with the peace and happiness he felt when the three of them were together like this. Relaxed, fun, and filled with something he had never had with the boy’s natural mother: love.

They found a tent advertising jalapenos on sticks, chicken on a stick, sausage on a stick, and - alligator? Maybe a tent wasn’t the best place to provide that particular delicacy. “Alright. Am I the only one eating now?”

Buffy replied, “if you had any idea how much trouble I am in with Cook over the utter crap we have eaten... You just knock yourself right on out.” She grinned.

James found a table and chairs in a pavilion. A band was setting up and people were spread out on a lawn with blankets. They began to play a nice, slow tune and Buffy took James by the hand, curtseyed, whispered to him out of the corner of her mouth for him to bow, then swooped him up in her arms and whirled around the courtyard with him. They laughed and danced until she felt a hand on her shoulder. “James, you wouldn’t mind if I danced with the pretty lady, would you?”

“Ewww!! I’m gonna puke. Okay!” He ran back to their seats and began rummaging through his backpack looking at all of his bounty from the day. William took Buffy in his arms, held her hand in his next to his heart, and began to dance with her.

“You said the two of you talked? How did it go?”

“He has really been hurting about his mom. Not only because she left, but because he was afraid of her coming back. He said she was mean to him. Did you know that?”

His brow furrowed and he said evenly, “she would never raise her hand to him, but there are other ways to be cruel. She couldn’t be bothered with touching him, listening to him, talking to him... A less motherly person you have yet to meet, I’m sure.”

“I can’t imagine not wanting to just hug him to pieces. I know I can barely keep from kissing him and cuddling with him. Him sitting in my lap while I read him a story is just about the best thing in the world. I don’t ever want to hurt him. I can’t imagine him not being in my life.”

“Is he the only one you feel that way for?”

It was hard for her to be so open with her feelings, but she wanted him to know what he meant to her. can can’t imagine not having you in my life. I wish it could stay like this, how it is right now, for ever.” She leaned up on her toes and kissed him. She felt a tug on her leg.

James was standing there looking up at the two people he loved best in the world. They stood apart for a moment, let him stand in between them while they danced to the music, and the lights began to turn on all over the fairgrounds.

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William followed Buffy and James home in his car, then helped her carry the sleeping boy and his treats up the stairs to his room. Buffy took off his shoes and socks while William pulled back the blankets and covered his son. William brushed back the sweaty bangs from his son and planted a kiss there. “Love you.”

He took Buffy by the hand and led her down to the other end of the house to his rooms. “Buffy, you know - my sabbatical ends in September, and I’ll have to go back to the office on a regular basis. If you stay with us, and I hope you haven’t changed your mind on that account, I worry about what you’ll do to fill the time. Have you given any thought to continuing your studies? Perhaps you could come with me to the University and take a few courses here and there. I could make arrangements in my schedule to work from home so that we could pick James up when his school let out.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “You could do that?”

“Have a flexible schedule? Of course. I know you planned on not returning for whatever reason you have, but aren’t you already in the registrar’s office? Surely all of the classes that you are interested in aren’t filled yet. The semester doesn’t begin until the last week of September, and it’s summer yet.”

“That would be ideal, but... Let me think on it. Today has been such a whirlwind that I can barely figure out all that has happened.”

“Why don’t you let me draw you a bath, you can soak and unwind. Wash the Carnie off your flesh.”

She giggled at that. “That sounds wonderful, but I think I’d fall asleep in the tub and drown. How about a shower then...” she waggled her eyebrows at him. “That can be arranged, love.”

He showed her where all of the soaps and things were kept, so she could pick and choose her scents, laid out plenty of fresh towels, and then allowed her some privacy. When the shower was good and steamy, she peeled her clothes off, climbed in, and almost melted at the feeling of the hot spray on her body. She quickly lathered from top to bottom and rinsed quickly. She turned towards the spray and let the water gently wash over her. She felt a little cold air anenedened her eyes to see William standing in front of her, naked and smiling.

“Is this a private party, or can anyone come in?”

He stepped in and quickly stood underneath the water to rinse off. He closed his eyes and shook the water from his eyes. He stepped back and guided her back under the water, running his hands down her sides. She put her arms around his neck and began to kiss him deeply, pressing her length against him. As their kissing became more passionate, he slid his hands around and down to cup her bottom, then lifted her up, pressing her back against the shower’s slate walls.

“Reach up and hold on to the edge up there.”

She looked up, and as she began to wonder how she could reach something so high, she felt him lift her even higher, wrapping her legs over his shoulders. She barely had time to catch her breath when it seemed she would never breathe again. He put his mouth to her, using one hand to gently open her to him, then he expertly applied his tongue. He found her clitoris and gave it a few flicks with his tongue while his fingers found their way inside and began stroking her most sensitive spot.

She had a hard time maintaining her grip on the ledge. Her body wanted to curl up and she alternated holding on with curling over his head and holding him closer. As he felt her body tighten around him, he knew she was quickly coming to her release. Pulling his face back, he rested his cheek on her inner thigh, peppering it with small kisses and nips as his hand worked faster and faster. Suddenly she arched back, gripping the top of the wall and gasped.

“Buffy, my love. That’s it. Come for me.” She shuddered and moaned when he went back to her and gave her light kisses, tasting the evidence of her satisfaction. Carefully he helped her slide down to attempt standing on her wobbly legs. He shut off the water, grabbed a towel off the bar and wrapped her in, then picked her up to carry her to his bed.

She rested her head on his strong chest and allowed a hand to tangle in his wet hair. “Oh, we’ll ruin your bed! I’m soaking!”

“Sweetheart, I’ll buy us a new bed tomorrow,” and lay next to her cradling her to his chest. Buffy wasn’t as sleepy as she thought, however. Her soft hands began exploring the soft, pale trail of curls that began at his navel and dipped lower. William felt every muscle relax in his body when her hand slipped between his legs to cup his genitals in her warm hand. She swivelled to a sitting position and used her other hand to grip him. She used her thumb to rub lightly on its tip, then made a circle with her fingers and began sliding it up and down.

Seeing the smile begin to form on his lips, she wove her hands together and used them in tandem to massage him up and down. “Oh God, that feels wonderful. Don’t stop - please.” As he grew even larger in her hands, she nestled herself in between his legs and buried her nose in his curls. She leaned back, wet her lips, and used her parted lips and tongue to take the place of her hands.

“Oh dear Lord.” His hand found her golden hair, and he pulled it up and over so it would rest on his chest. “Grab my hair and pull on it.” He heard a moan come out of her, and the vibration of it on his groin almost pushed him over, but he fought for his control. He wanted to see how long the scenario would play out.

She began to work on him faster with her mouth, taking him in wetly with her lips barely touching him, then used her hand to pump him out while sucking voraciously. The faster she went the harder he pulled on her hair.

“Buffy, I am going to come if you don’t stop that. Do you want me to come in your mouth?”

“No.” She sat up on her knees and reached for his hands. Dazed, he allowed himself to be pulled up, then took the lead when he saw her smile at hima sla slow, seductive way.

“Buffy, I want you to bend over the bed.”

Nervously, she did as she was told, happy that he was reading her mood, but worried about what she may have gotten herself into. She was still a novice at this. But she did read certain books...

William took a pillow and pushed it under her belly, then took her hair back in his hand. He gently tugged it causing her to lean her head back. He kissed her more forcefully than he had done in the past, and she felt dizzy from the feeling of his lips crushing her, tongue seeking every part of her mouth. She felt his hand rubbing her bottom and his hardness pressing against her.

“Do you want me?”

“God, yes. Please.”

He entered her swiftly and fully. She tried to lay down, but he kept a firm grip on her hair and held her to him. He kissed her nape, and nibbled his way down her spine, allowing her to lay forward. His hands left her hair and searched underneath her and found her breasts. Holding her firmly and drove into her deeply, and made tiny circles with his hips on his way out.

Soon he felt her tightening around him. He reached down with one hand and began to stroke her clitoris feeling her orgasm hit her body in waves. She cried out into her pillow and clenched her muscles. She could feel him quickening his pace and continued to clench bringing him to his own completion. He held her closely and kissed her hair, her arms, her shoulders. “My love, you are so amazing. You’ve made me so happy.”

They climbed into his bed and held each other and whispered words of love to each other, their hands never leaving the other. Feeling spent, Buffy began to sit up. “I should head back to my room and get some sleep.”

“No, you should head back to your room and bring your robe here. I think we’ve gotten approval to be with one another. I don’t fancy the idea of you leaving my bed again.”

“Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure. Now, hurry and grab it and come back. I’ll do something about this bed we seemed to have ruined.” And with a wink, he kissed her hand, and walked to a linen closet for a fresh pair of sheets.

She wrapped up in a towel, hurried back to her room, grabbed her toothbrush and robe, walked out and shut the door to her former room.

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