The Shy Librarian

Chapter 17

Buffy waited at the end of her drive for Xander and Willow, just relieved to get out of the house without any more questions from her mom. She beamed and waved at her friends as Xander’s car pulled up a few minutes later. She got in the back seat and leaned forward to talk to them.

“So what’s up guys?” she asked.

Willow giggled.

“What is it?” asked Buffy, looking from one to the other.

“Willow can tell you,” Xander replied.

Buffy looked at Willow. She had never seen her friend so happy before. There was an excitable blush to her cheeks.

“I kissed a guy last night,”

“Really? Who?” asked Buffy.

She looked at Xander when Willow remained silent.

“Ok it was me,” finished Xander in a rush.

“That’s so great! Willow has been lusting…er I mean pining after you for years,” Buffy smiled.

“Thanks for telling Xander all my deepest secrets Buff. We’re taking it one step at a time and there’s prom looming in a couple of days,” replied Willow, trying to sound dignified.

“Yeah it’s still sinking in with me. Gotta thank you for being so occupied of late Buffy. Gave me more alone time with this lovely girl, ” said Xander in awed tones, as he glanced at Willow.

“ Flatterer,” Willow glanced back at Buffy. “So what were you up to last night? I tried calling you, but your mom said you were having an early night,” asked Willow.

“That was earlier. William took me to a hotel room where we did nearly everything, but sleep,” replied Buffy.

“Oh details?” asked Xander.

“Dream on. Some things are only between two people Xander. Besides, now that you and Willow have hooked up, you can get your own details,” Buffy teased.

Xander looked across at Willow, she blushed anew and looked away. Buffy was so happy that her friends had finally seen sense. She did not know if they would end up together the same way as she and William, but it was a start. Life couldn’t be better for them all right now….

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Giles hobbled into the kitchen on his crutches. A heavy frown furrowed his brow as he looked at his nephew.

“What is it uncle?” asked William.

“I’m not sure…I just received a phone call from Principle Flootie. He wants me to come into the school to see him this morning. Could you give me a lift into school?”

“Of course…did the principle say why he wanted to see you?” asked William.

“He only said that he did not want to discuss it over the phone,”

Hearing the sound of feet on the stairs, William looked towards the kitchen door. Drusilla was standing there dressed in considerably more than he had last seen her.

“Hello my William,” she purred at him as if last night had never happened.

“Drusilla,” he replied curtly, before picking up his coffee mug and exiting the kitchen.

It was too much to hope that she wouldn’t follow him. He sat down on the sofa, sipping at his coffee, almost spilling it on himself as Drusilla sat down next to him.

“I’m so bored Willy, can’t you take a day off from that dusty old library and spend some time with me?” she pouted.

“I have a job to do Dru. Look we need to talk…I am seeing someone,” he admitted.

Drusilla looked at him in disbelief.

“But you are mine, look I am wearing the family ring,” said Drusilla putting her left hand in his face.

“Where did you get that?” he asked.

William’s hands clenched at his sides as he waited for her explanation. She was wearing the ring that had been handed down in the family for the last hundred years. The eldest son always gave it to the bride of his choice…and strangely enough, he couldn’t remember asking Drusilla being that bride.

“Your mother gave it to me before we left England,” she smiled sweetly. “ Don’t you think it looks pretty on me?”

“Drusilla, I can’t marry you. I don’t know what mother has been filling your head with, but Buffy…”

“Buffy!” she spat at him. “Who is this Buffy?” she demanded, springing up from the sofa.

“The woman I love,” said William in alarm at his cousin’s growing agitation.

He had heard that she was prone to violent outbursts, now he was beginning to believe in those rumours. He turned to see his mother coming down the stairs, he sighed deeply.

“Drusilla darling what ever is the matter?” asked Grace, as she went to stand at her side.

“It’s William, he says he loves another…Buffy,” wailed Drusilla.

“What is this all about and who is this Buffy?” demanded his mother.

“I have met someone mother…the woman that I one day hope to marry,”

Grace stared at him, her mouth gaping like a fish out of water. Giles hobbled out of the kitchen and looked at William.

“Time we were getting to the school,”

William looked at his uncle as if he were his fairy godfather.

“Yes uncle right away,” William breathed a huge sigh of relief as he opened the front door and followed his uncle out.

“We will talk about this later,” said his mother from the door.

“No doubt we will,” he mumbled under his breath as he slammed the door behind him.

Giles waited for William by the car.

“I thought you seemed in need of rescuing,” Giles said wryly.

“You guessed right,” William replied.

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“Right, well this is where we have a parting of the ways,” said Giles, as they stood outside the doors to the library.

“Want to meet up for lunch?” asked William.

“Well I was going to get a taxi back home after the meeting,”

“Okay, no matter,” William smiled.

He watched as his uncle hobbled off down the corridor in the direction of the principle’s office. Turning on his heel, he entered the library. He switched on the lights and opened the door to his office.

William almost jumped out of his skin as he saw Buffy sitting at the desk.

“Buffy!” he sighed, with happiness as she rose from the chair and came towards him.

He picked her up in an encompassing embrace. Breathing in her scent, he looked into her eyes before lowering his head and kissing her hungrily on the lips. They broke apart and he rested his forehead on hers.

“Did you miss me?” she asked.

“Always, you are the other half of me…when I am away from you I am incomplete. I want to marry you Buffy Summers. I do not care that people will say we are too young. I want to the whole world to know that you are mine,” he whispered possessively.

Buffy felt the tears well up in her eyes.

“What is it, have I said something wrong?” he asked.

“No, as usual you have said all the right things,” she smiled at him before kissing him again.

William let her slide to the floor, kissing her hand as he let her go.

“And while we are at it, why are you not in class young lady?” he asked.

“I couldn’t start the day without saying hello to the most sexy guy in the whole high school now could I?” she asked.

Buffy leant forward and cupped him through the material of his pants. Rubbing at the hardness, she felt there.

“And it looks like he’s pretty happy to see me too,” she teased.

William pressed himself into her hand in response.

“My body knows its owner,” he whispered in her ear.

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As soon as Giles entered the principles office and saw Joyce seated next to the principle, a feeling of foreboding washed over him. He wasn’t sure if it was the crease in Flootie’s brow or the look of contained rage on Mrs Summer’s face that was the real give away.

“Mrs Summers, Principle,” he nodded at them both as he sat down in a vacant chair.

Principle Flootie rose from his desk.

“Do you have any idea as to why I might have summoned you here today Rupert?” asked Flootie.

“None that springs to mind,” lied Giles.

“I can think of one…a pretty big one,” burst out Joyce. “This man…this man had been interfering with my little girl,”

Giles sighed…so the cat was out of the bag.

“Look at me Mrs Summers. I have a broken leg,”

“Don’t try to deny it. It was all written down in my daughter’s diary…the unspeakable things that you did to her. It’s only the fact that she is of age that I haven’t called the police,” fumed Joyce.

“Now lets all calm down here. Let Mr Giles speak for himself. We haven’t heard his side of things. I can only assume this to be some kind of gargantuan mistake,”

“He picked her up in the car last night to go who knows where and do who knows what,” said Joyce.

“Mrs Summers pray tell how on earth I would even drive a car. As I have said before I am rather incapacitated at present,”

“Well how do you explain it?” Joyce asked both the men.

“Well maybe we should call in Miss Summers from class to see what she has to say.” said Flootie.

He pressed the intercom on his desk, instructing his secretary to bring Miss Summers to his office. They all sat there in the heavy silence, with only the ticking of the clock to accompany them.

All parties looked relieved as Flootie’s phone rang.

“Yes thank you,” he said as he put the receiver down.

“It seems that Buffy is in school, but no one knows where,” he pursed his lips together, disapprovingly.

“Where can she be and what kind of school are you running around here?” Joyce demanded.

“I might have an inkling,” said Flootie.

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Buffy straddled William on the office chair, sinking down onto his shaft. Her eyes never leaving his face until he was sheathed deep inside of her.

“My William,” she breathed in his ear.

“My Buffy,” he whispered back.

She smiled at him before leaning in and kissing his lips. He tilted her head back and reigned kisses along her throat. William’s other hand travelled up under her blouse to cup her breast. Buffy lifted her feet of the ground, until he almost slid all the way out, but she pushed down on him again. He groaned and placed his hands on her hips, impaling her further on his swollen cock.

He held her there for a moment, breathing in the musky scent of their desire. She cupped his face gently, the love for him shining in her eyes. They set up a rhythm between them. The little whimpers of pleasure filled the confines of his uncle’s office soon turning to cries as they both came in unison.

Buffy rested her damp forehead against his, exhausted.

They were still joined together and feeling more than a little sleepy, but the awkwardness of their position, soon had Buffy lifting herself off his softening cock. While William put himself away, she looked around on the floor for her panties, smiling at the lack of romance of being on all fours hunting for missing underwear.

She located her panties under his desk and was about to get up when they both heard approaching voices. The door to the office opened and William signalled to her to remain under the desk.

“Ah hello William, glad we caught you,” said Flootie, “What is that odd smell?” he asked as he sniffed the air.

“Oh…er…nothing. It gets a little stuffy in here with no windows and all. Easily fixed,” said William as he removed a can of air freshener from the desk and sprayed it around the room.

William looked from his uncle to the strange woman that scowled at him from his side. There was something familiar about her that he couldn’t quite place.

“William, this is Mrs Summers’s, Buffy Summers’s mother,”

“Oh, yes the young person who spent the afternoon here last week,” said William.

Principle Flootie looked at him gravely.

“You see the…erm…thing is Mrs Summers’s seems to think that Buffy is having some kind of a relationship with your uncle here. Since Buffy is not to be found at the moment I thought that maybe you could shed some light on it,”

“I haven’t seen Buffy and I can assure that neither has my uncle…in any capacity,”

“Well then how do you explain your uncle’s car at the bottom of my drive last night, as well as her diary entries?” asked Joyce.

William went to stand back behind the desk and looked downwards. He could see the anger that glittered in Buffy’s eyes, as she remained hidden.

“I…um…can’t,” William finished weakly before sitting down on the chair, hard.

“Well Buffy has been having sexual relations with one of you and I demand to know whom,” said Joyce as she thumped at hand on the desk in frustration.

Before William could prevent it, Buffy scrambled out from under the desk and stood up, eyeing the other occupants of the room defiantly.

“William and I are a couple. I am sick of hiding my feelings any longer so now you know,” she anned ted to them all.

“Buffy…I….”

“Mom I can’t believe you, watching me and reading my diary. I trusted you and you betrayed me in the worst way possible,” Buffy yelled at her mom, the tears streaming down her face.

Joyce opened her mouth to speak.

“Don’t you dare try and deny it either. William is twenty-one I am eighteen. We love each other and I fail to see the bad in that,” said Buffy as she held her head high and slammed out of the office.

William made a move to go after her, but Flootie held on to his arm.

“A word if you please,”

“I don’t need to hear it. I know what is coming already. Do not worry I will not make a fuss. I’ll clear my desk out later…sorry uncle,” said William as he brushed past the principle and went off in search of Buffy.


TBC


A/N Thanks for reading and reviewing last time :)