The Shy Librarian

A/N I stayed up till very late to get this finished as I am going to hospital for minor heart surgery in about four hours, so I hope there are not too many mistakes, as I didn’t have so much time for editing. Thanks for reading! SB


Chapter 12

Buffy was late for class again, which was nothing fresh of late she thought dryly. The halls were almost empty of students except for the great hulking excuse for a young man, who came striding towards her. Riley Finn walked up to Buffy, like the cat that had the cream and had swallowed it down. There was no way she could avoid him as he was in the way of the path to her classroom. She sighed in resignation as he neared her.

Just the sight of him had Buffy’ stomach churning. The warm glow that she had felt earlier soon dissipated under his scrutiny. Her cheeks flamed as he stopped directly in front of her and looked down at her as if she were nothing more than a speck of dirt.

“Buffy…long time no see,” he drawled.

“Thank God,” she returned sarcastically.

“Now there’s no need to be like that, we used to be friends once,”

“You mean that you used to hang around and I used to put up with you for Angel’s sake,”

“But now he’s all mine, isn’t he?” he jeered.

“You’re welcome to him,” she replied indifferently.

He looked sharply at her and leaned into her, studying her face.

“You’ve been getting the high hard one haven’t you Buffy?” he asked in realisation.

“Fuck off Riley,” she spat as she tried to push past him.

“Touched a nerve have I?”

“I’ll touch a nerve in a minute,” she snapped, raising her knee warningly to his crotch.

He backed off a little. The memory of the last time her knee had connected with his groin was still fresh in his memory. A sneer still marred his so-called clean-cut looks. Riley was anything, but an all American boy. He had a nasty side to him that he only showed when Angel wasn’t around.

“Come on Buffy. Spill… who’s been giving you cock?”

“None of your Goddamn business. Hell would have to freeze over before I told you anything,” she spat at him before pushing past him and walking off to her class.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

William had been watching the exchange from his position around the corner. His hands had curled at his sides with the effort of restraining himself from marching up to the boy who was obviously bothering Buffy.

He had not been able to make much of the conversation, but the fact that Buffy had seemed upset by it was enough for him. He watched Buffy enter the classroom. The Boy just continued to stare after her. Riley turned on his heels and walked off in William’s direction.

William purposefully stood in Riley’s path, his arms folded.

“What do you want library boy?” asked Riley, looking down at William, easily a good six inches taller than him.

“What I want is for you to leave Miss Summers alone,” snapped William.

Riley laughed aloud.

“Is this a warning as a teacher or have you got the hots for the dumb blonde cheerleader?”

William’s face darkened, a muscle worked in his cheek as he clenched his teeth together.

“This is just too precious…it’s you! You are the guy she has been climbing on,”

“In the words of Miss Summers…fuck off,” said William in return.

Riley leaned forward to whisper in Williams ear.

“Don’t worry…your dirty secret is safe with me…for now. So how was her sweet little muff? Bet it was well used before you came along,”

William saw red and grabbed a hold of Riley’s shirt, pulling a fist back to punch him.

“Do it, and I will have your ass out of here by lunch time. My father is on the board of governors,”

William released his grip of Riley reluctantly.

“Our time will come boy…”

“Yeah, whatever,” Riley replied, looking at William and making him feel the disadvantage of his superior height and size again.

Riley walked off looking smuger than ever. William’s shoulders sagged. In his efforts to protect Buffy, he may have just made the biggest blunder in his life. He needed to see Buffy and now. He would just have to use his authority to haul her ass out of class…he sighed and walked towards the door that Buffy had just disappeared into.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Buffy had been seated for all of five minutes. The hot colour to her cheeks had slowly receded as she had begun to be absorbed in the lesson. Willow leaned forward and kicked Buffy’s chair to gain her attention. She handed her a note, Buffy and folded it and read the words…

So how was it then?

Buffy took out a pen and replied…

None of your business, but if you must know it was wonderful! Talk later

Buffy handed back the piece of paper to her friend; she read it with a satisfied smile. The tentative knock on the door had all the eyes turned towards the front of the class. William opened the door and entered the room. Buffy felt her cheeks suffuse with fresh colour at the sight of him.

Willow looked at Buffy with a knowing grin on her face.

“Looks like someone is ready for round two,” She whispered.

“He can’t be….we only just…never mind,” said Buffy as Willow looked at her, slightly shocked.

Buffy watched as William walked over to Miss Calendar, and whispered something quietly in her ear. Miss Calendar turned to look at Buffy.

“Miss Summers’, take your things. Your presence is required at the Principle’s office,” said Miss Calendar, with a slightly disapproving expression on her face.

Buffy gathered her belongings, with a slightly confused expression on her face. She couldn’t remember doing anything wrong, since yesterday…unless you counted sex with the teaching staff, she frowned.

“Buffy been a bad girl again? Who’d you screw this time Buffy?” asked Harmony, as Buffy passed her desk.

The comment caused a ripple of laughter among the other students. Willow glared at Harmony, who returned it with a yeah and what are you gonna do about it kind of expression.

“Enough of that class, unless you’d like to be kept in for morning recess,” snapped Miss Calendar. She liked Buffy, and had not believed a word of the nasty rumours that had been spread about her around the school. She gave Buffy a sympathetic look as she left the class.

Buffy left the classroom and followed William out into the hall.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“So what does Flootie want to haul me over the coals for this time?” asked Buffy.

“Nothing, I needed to see you,”

“Couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” she asked saucily.

“No…er…yes. Buffy I think I may have given us away to someone that I shouldn’t,”

“Who?” She asked, sensing she already knew the answer.

“That, er boy you were talking to in the hall earlier,”

“You saw that?” asked Buffy.

“I couldn’t help it. I was on my way to the supplies closet…I saw that he was bothering you. I wanted to smash his face in. He’d obviously upset you. I told him to leave you alone,”

“Riley…it was Riley. What did he say?”

William decided to leave out the insults in his edited version.

“Just that he knew about us….and that our dirty secret was safe for now,”

“Fuck, I am sure he will have something nasty up his sleeve,” said Buffy.

“Why does that boy seem to hate you so much Buffy?” asked William.

“I couldn’t figure that out in a thousand lifetimes. I used to think it was because I had something he wanted, but he has it now and yet still seems to have it in for me. Look there’s no point in panicking before the shit hits the fan,” sighed Buffy.

“What is Riley to you?” asked William.

“Nothing at all, he is Angel’s er companion. I never did like him, but Angel, it seems is a little blinkered when it comes to Riley Finn,” shrugged Buffy.

“Do you think he will tell anyone?” asked William.

“Who knows, Riley has his own agenda. He will probably just file it away under blackmail possibilities,” said Buffy.

“Oh, by the way Flootie has asked me to be one of the members of staff to supervise the Prom next Friday,” William informed her.

“Well you had better save a dance for me then,” she beamed.

“I still can’t dance,” he reminded her.

“Don’t forget I still have tomorrow night to teach you,” she said.

She looked up and down the deserted corridor, checking that they were completely alone, before wrenching him into her arms. Buffy pulled his head down in a fiery kiss, totally messing up the order of his hair. She licked along his lips, until he opened up his mouth, allowing her access.

They broke apart, breathing heavily.

“Better get back to class. It will be torture, having to wait to see you until tomorrow night,” she groaned.

“I feel it already,” he smiled and looked pointedly at the taut material of his pants, where his desire for her was so evident.

“A girl has to shop, I am spending the day at the mall, picking out a new outfit for our date, and then there’s my prom dress. I want to look beautiful for you,” she smiled.

“You always look beautiful to me, dressed or undressed,” he admitted.

“I am starting to think I have awakened the devil in you William Giles. They say you have to watch out for the quiet ones. I am starting to believe that now!”

William took her hand and pressed it to his lips.

“Until tomorrow then…”

“Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow,” she said with a dramatic roll of her eyes, as she walked off to class.

William continued on his way to the supply cupboard. He had never been happier in all his twenty-one years…he had a real future now and one of his own making, not his mother’s.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

William switched off the engine, and quickly got out of the car to open Buffy’s door for her.

He had chosen a nightclub at the other side of town, well aware that the Bronze was popular among Sunnydale high students. He looked at her eagerly; she smiled back at him reassuringly.

“Are you sure that you can afford this William?” asked Buffy.

“Sure…I get a fairly large allowance,” he cringed as he said the words.

Buffy saw his grimace.

“Hey that’s okay William. I will have to depend on my college fund; my parents have saved for when I go to college. It’s nothing to be ashamed of,”

“I have been trying not to touch the money, but…”

Buffy cut him off with a swift kiss.

“Let’s just enjoy tonight, and leave our probs at home okay?” she asked.

William nodded in agreement.

The valet took the keys to the clunky old Citroen, eying them distastefully. They entered the nightclub, which was packed to the seams with rich pretty young things of Sunnydale, which luckily excluded most of her classmates. Buffy looked around the glass and chrome interior, suitably impressed.

“You sure know how to show a girl a good time,” she said appreciatively.

“No, but I am working on it,” he whispered in her ear.

“And I bought a killer of a prom dress today…you are gonna love it. If only we could go together,” she sighed, trying not to think of Angel’s invitation the other day.

Buffy dragged him out on the crowded dance floor. He stood there looking awkward, with his hands in the pockets of his black trousers. The matching shirt, Buffy was sure was a new addition to his wardrobe. He looked very edible, and blissfully unaware of the fact…one of the many things she loved about him.

She took his hands out of his pockets and wrapped them around her. Buffy leant her head on his shoulder, urging him to move with her to the music. She looked up at him catching such a blazing look of love for her, on his face, that she almost dissolved into a puddle of goo, right there.

They moved in time to the music as Buffy schooled him in some basic movements. The music became more, slower and seductive as the evening wore on. Their bodies had been pressed together, for the best part of an hour. The lights lowered and Buffy took advantage of that fact and ground herself against him.

“Buffy…what are you doing?” he asked in shock.

“What everyone else is doing…look around you William,” she whispered in his ear.

He looked at several couples, entwined so close together, kissing and caressing openly on the dance floor. Buffy took his hand and walked him over to the restrooms.

“I’ll just wait here, then if you need the loo,” said William with embarrassment.

Buffy, opened the restroom doors satisfied that it was free of other people. She pulled William in with her, and closed the door, dragging him into a stall and bolting the door.

“Buffy! We are in a ladies toilet,” he said.

“Duh, yeah I know…and you are about to fulfil another one of my fantasies and fuck me up against the stall door,”

“I don’t have a problem with that… It’s been one of my fantasies too,” he grinned as he remembered his wanking off session he had had in his uncle’s restroom the day they had met.

“Well come here bad boy and make me scream, but in a good way,” she giggled.

TBC