The Shy Librarian

Chapter 13

William advanced on Buffy, like a prowling tiger. He touched the tip of his tongue to his lower lip and looked her deep in the eyes.

“God that looks so hot…do it again,” she pleaded.

William repeated the gesture, and Buffy moaned deep in her throat.

“You know sometimes I could come from just looking at you,” she sighed,

William smiled at her, licking his lips this time, just to torment her.

“Are you wearing any panties?” he asked.

“Why?”

He placed a hand on her leg and pushed up the hem of her dress, his hand seeking her wet heat beneath the fabric. He smiled as his hand rested over her mound, to find it panty free.

“Very nice,” he said as he slipped a finger into her pussy and rubbed at her clit.

Buffy’s knees nearly buckled with desire, as he teased the sensitflesflesh. William unzipped himself to liberate his pulsating cock. Buffy’s fingers snaked around its velvety hardness and pumped the engorged shaft with her hand.

“I want to taste you again…it has been too long,” Buffy whispered before she sank to her knees and swirled around the tip with her tongue.

She tasted the salty precum on its shiny head. William watched in fascination as her lips and tongue licked and sucked at him. She touched his balls. Feeling tightness there, she let his cock slip from her lips and stood up to face him.

“Don’t want you coming just yet now do we?” she asked.

Buffy raised her skirt and parted her legs a little, giving him a perfect view of her sex. William’s cock twitched forward as if on a leash. He lunged forward and pinned her against the door of the stall before lifting her and letting her slide slowly down onto his erection. They both watched each other’s faces as he sank deeper into her. Buffy gave a little cry as he slid all the way in.

She gripped at his shirt collar as he begun a strenuous sequence of thrusts. The hinges on the stall door were rattling precariously. Anyone entering the washrooms would be in little doubt what was occurring, apart from the fact that the back of a blonde head kept appearing over the top if the door.

William buried his face in her neck. Being inside of her once more was like coming home. He knew without a doubt, that he would love this woman until there was no breath left in his body…and even beyond that.

“Love you Buffy,” he growled as he came, hard.

Buffy’s inner muscles clamped down on him as she felt her own orgasm rip through her body several seconds later. She pressed her lips together to stop the scream that she had asked him for from leaving her mouth. Their breathing slowed and William lifted his head to look at Buffy. He was still deeply embedded inside her.

He caught her lips in a penetrating kiss, before releasing her and letting her feet slide to the floor. Buffy had to grip him for support once back on solid ground, sure that she would have collapsed into a puddle on the floor otherwise.

“We’d better get cleaned up before we go out there again,” he said, turning to put himself away.

“Ruin the mood much?” she teased.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t apologise for one of the best rides of my life,” she replied.

“Only one of the best?” he asked.

“Well we have only just got started in the bedroom department, not that we do it on a bed that often,” she giggled “How can we base the first few times when we have a whole lifetime ahead of us,”

A shadow crossed William’s face briefly.

“We will work this out,” he said determinedly.

Buffy frowned, but was distracted by some giggling outside the stall. They both started as someone banged on the door.

“You get it girl. Wish I had some stud between my legs right now,” called a voice.

William looked at Buffy, a little embarrassed and stunned the same time. A slow smile spread across his face as the stranger’s words sank in.

“I am a stud?” he asked in wonder.

“You’d better believe it, but you are my stud so don’t get any ideas,” she grinned.

Buffy tidied herself up, pulled down her skirt, and looked at William.

“Well, will I do?” she asked.

William scrutinised her face.

“Well, apart from looking thoroughly loved up…you look wonderful,”

“Damn does it show?”

William looked her up and down.

“Only to me,”

“You have that slightly dazed look yourself, if that’s what you mean,” she replied airily.

She opened the door, checking to see if the washroom was empty, before she emerged, pulling William along with her.

“Don’t know about you, I could do with a drink,” she said, licking her lips.

“I’d better get them. You’d only get carded,” said William.

She watched him weave his way through the crowds, soon swallowed up as he made his way to the bar. Buffy smiled, today, the evening especially had been a very good day. The best in a long time…but so had all the days that had passed since she had met him.

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

It was Sunday morning. William opened his eyes to brilliant sunshine. He had been too tired to close the drapes last night after he had returned from their date.

He checked the bedside clock, surprised to see that it was almost noon. He hadn’t gotten in until way past three a.m. so a little lie in was in order. William turned over, putting one of the pillows over his head to block out the brightness of the sun. He closed his eyes in an attempt to get back to sleep.

Moments later a loud knock sounded on his bedroom door.

“Sod off!” he growled half asleep.

He heard the handle turn and the door opened.

“Good morning to you too William,” said Giles, dryly.

William shot up in bed.

“Uh sorry uncle. I was half asleep,” he apologised.

“Hmm, I am beginning to get used to your newly found rough side,” said Giles indifferently.

William rubbed at his eyes. Deciding to let the comment slide, but if he said one word about Buffy… William thought defensively.

“Nice evening out?” asked Giles.

“The car is still in one piece if that’s what you are worried about,” said William.

“I know, I already inspected it,”

Giles tossed an envelope at his nephew.

“You still haven’t read your letter from your mother,” he informed him.

“I know. I was saving it for a day when I was feeling too full of my self importance and needed tearing down in the ego stakes,” said William sarcastically.

“I really think you should, I received a letter from her also. Anyway I am brewing some tea, would you like a cup,” asked Giles.

William nodded, still staring at the envelope as though it was pure poison. Giles left the room, hobbling over to the door on his crutches, and quietly closing it behind him as he went. William took a deep breath and picked it up off the bed. He tore it open slowly, trying to delay the moment as he removed the several pink sheets of paper from the envelope.

He opened it and begun to read it…



Dear William,

I am becoming most concerned about you of late. You have not returned my phone calls or answered any of my letters.
I have tried talking to your Uncle, but he has been very evasive about the whole matter.
You leave me no choice, but to come out to the states to see how much of a mess you have gotten
yourself into.

I told you two months ago when you took it into your head to go, that you would regret it.
I will be arriving on the eighth and I fully expect you to meet me at the Airport.

Your loving and devoted mother,

Grace.

P.S. I will be bringing your cousin Drusilla with me for companionship. She cannot wait to see you again.


William gripped the sheet of paper. “Holy fuck,” he said aloud.

His mother was coming here, and with his nutty cousin that she had been trying to pair him off with since the cradle. The eighth was tomorrow. If he hadn’t been so busy screwing the panties off Buffy, he would have been warned of her imminent arrival a good three days ago. He crumpled the sheet of paper in frustration.

He wished that he could see Buffy and tell her all about his mother. Buffy was going to be in LA all day on a trip with her mother. So it was out of the question. He was also going to have to request time off at the school library so that he could collect his mother and Drusilla from the airport. William sighed heavily, the day had been going so well too.

He hadn’t seen Drusilla for at least two years, which was something for which he was grateful. Often crying off family occasions, just so he could avoid her, with excuse of college stuff. Here he was like a rabbit in a trap with nowhere to run.

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

Riley laid back in the comfort of his king sized bed. He watched Angel sleeping, a smug smile on his face as he traced one of Angel’s biceps with a long finger. He stirred and looked up at Riley with a smile on his face.

“Morning,” he said sleepily.

“Morning jock boy,” said Riley.

“I had better be going soon,” said Angel as he glanced at his watch.

“Don’t sweat it. My parents never bother with me at least until the evening. Mother is too busy planning her latest run of society dinners,” said Riley, bitterly.

“Hey, I’m here for you. You know that right?” asked Angel.

“I know it. By the way I found out something interesting about your ex yesterday,” said Riley.

“Really?” said Angel indifferently, guessing what was coming next.

“Yeah, she’s seeing or should I say…fucking some guy…the replacement for told old man who works in the library,”

Angel looked at him.

“Isn’t that kind of Buffy’s business?” asked Angel.

“You already knew didn’t you?” demanded Riley.

Angel looked away.

“And you were going to tell me when?”

Angel looked back at him, a frown marring his face.

“Why does the conversation always end up on Buffy? Sure it’s not her that you really want to fuck?” asked Angel.

“Wonder what made her spread her legs for that nerd?” said Riley.

“Riley, just leave it. You’re not going to tell on them or anything are you?” asked Angel.

“Why?”

“Because you should leave Buffy alone. She has found a bit of happiness, God knows she deserves it after what we put her through,” said Angel, regretfully.

“And if I don’t?” Riley challenged.

“Then I’ll walk down the hall way to your father’s study and tell him just what I have been doing with his only son and heir all night,” Angel replied.

“You wouldn’t dare. Besides Father would never believe you,”

“Maybe not, but it would have sown the seeds of doubt in his head at least,”

Riley paled a little at his words.

“Okay, okay, keep that nicely gelled hair on,” Riley retorted.

Angel got up off the bed and pulled on his pants, turning away from Riley, too mad to speak.

“Where are you going?” asked Riley.

“Anywhere, but here,” snapped Angel and he picked up his belongings and slammed out of the bedroom.

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

William stood at the terminal, of Sunnydale International, waiting for the passengers to get off from the plane. Two especially unwanted passengers in his mind. The passengers filed past him and still there was no sign of his mother and Drusilla, he was starting to relax. Maybe they had changed their minds.

“William!” cried a voice.

He flushed and looked to where he had heard the voice. His Mother walked towards him in a perfectly tailored pastel pink outfit. Had she always been this pink he thought uncharitably.

His cousin trailed behind her. Drusilla was a tall dark haired girl, sullen and thankfully often quiet. It didn’t seem as the passing of two years had done much to alter that. He looked at her. She was like a cloudy sky to Buffy’s sunny nature.

William hugged his mother automatically, while she did air kisses on each of his cheeks.

“There you are dear boy. There is something different about you. I cannot think what…anyway your lovely cousin is here. She cannot wait to see you again, talked about nothing else on the flight over here,” said his mother.

William arched an eyebrow. He highly doubted that, but turned his attention towards his cousin. He held out a hand in welcome.

“You can do better than that William, give the poor girl a kiss,” his mother encouraged.

William sighed, feeling about eight years old again, he stepped forward and gave Drusilla a brief peck on the cheek.

“There, very nice. Now where’s the car, your fiancée and I are exhausted,”

“My bloody what?” asked William.

TBC