The Shy Librarian

Chapter 19

William sat at the side of the road cursing the flat that had delayed him in catching up with Buffy. He had been waiting for over half an hour for the recovery truck. He looked at his watch, and kicked at the tyre in frustration. Deciding he was not going to wait a moment longer, he set off to find her. William knew his uncle would be mad, but he was past caring.

He was walking along the road, deep in thought, surprised by his cell phone going off aga

“Hello?”

“It’s Buffy,”

“Buffy where are you?”

“I’m back at my mom’s house William…I need to see you,”

“Good, I am on my way over there now, would have been there sooner, but my uncle’s rust bucket got a flat. Should be there within the next half hour,”

“Okay, I will let you in the back. Mom should be in bed by then. Couldn’t face another emotional scene with her right now,”

“Buffy,”

“Yeah?”

“I love you,”

“I love you too,”

She hung up, biting her lip from the effort to not cry out. Buffy replaced the phone and went to sit in the lounge with her mother. Neither of them had spoken since her return, but she had read the relief on her mother’s face when she had walked through the door. They both sat together in awkward silence. She could see her mother’s hand moving around agitatedly as it played with the edge of the throw. Joyce stood up all of a sudden and turned to Buffy.

“It’s getting late, maybe I should turn in,” said Joyce.

“Uh huh,” Buffy replied indifferently.

“You should soon too darling, you have school tomorrow,”

“Like you care,” mumbled Buffy.

Joyce opened her mouth to say something more. Thinking the better of it, she walked out of the room and went upstairs. Buffy breathed a huge sigh of relief.

She quietly walked through the kitchen and unlocked the backdoor. She stood on the porch and looked up at the stars, how dare the night be so pretty when her whole world was falling apart?

“Buffy,”

“William,” she couldn’t help herself from running across the lawn and wrapping her arms around him.

He breathed in her scent, checking her all over for sign of injury or harm. Where she was broken was internal, which no amount of touching would discover.

“I told you I was okay,” It came out a little more sharply than she had intended.

He kissed her hard on the lips, Buffy welcomed his touch savouring every last touch and feeling and hoping it would be enough to sustain her for a lifetime without him.

“If anything had happened to you Buffy…”

“It was dumb of me to run off like that. I’m sorry,” she meant it.

He touched her face, seeing the shimmer of tears in her eyes.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, want to go inside?”

“Your mother?”

“Has gone to bed,”

She took him by the hand and led him up the porch steps, steering him through the house until they were at the bottom of the stairs.

“Let’s go to bed William,”

“Won’t your mother hear us?”

“Not if we are real quiet. I’ll put a little music I often do at bedtime anyway, plus there is a lock the door. It shouldn’t be a problem,”

“Good job there aren’t too many obstacles then,” he teased.

“Nope,” she smiled as they walked up the stairs together.

Buffy opened the bedroom door, closed it behind them both, and locked it. William walked slowly around the room taking in her personal possessions from the striped wallpaper to the stuffed animals on her bed. Buffy looked where his gaze rested on the bed. She blushed self-consciously, picked the toys off her bed, and threw them onto the bedside chair.

“Nice room, it is…very you,” he smiled.

“I am not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult,” she smiled back.

She walked over to her stereo and stuck in a CD. A female singer sounded through the speakers, singing of lost love. Buffy cringed inwardly. She really needed to change her play list. She turned her attention back to William. She made her way over to him as he sat on the bed. She linked her fingers through his and looked at him intensely.

“What is it love?” he asked

“You are so gorgeous William,”

“Never been called that before, been called geeky and nerdy and…”

Buffy placed a finger on his lips.

“And I don’t just mean the outside. The girl that gets to keep you would be the luckiest girl…”

“Well it is a good job she’s sitting right next to me then isn’t it?” he teased.

Buffy swallowed a painful lump in her throat.

“Yeah,” she answered flatly.

He bent his head to kiss her. His lips trailed from her mouth to her neck, and she welcomed his touch like someone with a raging thirst. He lowered her onto the bed and drew back to look at her before covering her body with his own. Buffy smiled up at him as he unbuttoned her blouse and removed it to expose her lacy white bra. William reverently kissed the flesh just above the covering before unclipping it. He buried his face between the twin mounds cupping them at the same time, grazing his thumbs across the nipples.

Buffy writhed on the bed as she felt herself grow wet. He watched her every reaction as he swirled his tongue around each pink tip in turn. She parted her thighs instinctively allowing him to grind his erection against her while he explored her body. William removed his shirt and threw it on the floor. Her hands roamed over his smooth firm torso, her fingertips memorising each curve of his flesh.

She ran her hands down his back and under the waistband of his pants to touch his naked rear. He thrust against her mound, the friction caused her to cry out and making her wish there wasn’t so many layers between them. William put a hand between their bodies and rubbed the front of her panties with his thumb, teasing her clit through the wet material.

“Uh William,”

She felt a rush of cold air as he removed himself and slid down the bed. He pulled her panties down and placed a kiss on her belly before looking up at her.

“Anywhere else you would like me to kiss you?” he asked in mock innocence.

“You know where,”

“I thought I was the coy one around here…those who don’t ask don’t get,” he said running his tongue along his lower lip.

Buffy felt a sheen of sweat break out on her brow for the sheer want of this man. She touched herself and looked at him.

“William, I want you to torture me with that delicious tongue of yours until I come…oh,”

He lowered his head cutting off her ability to speak as he did just as she asked. He parted her thighs further to gain better access to her body. She had to smother a groan as he thrust his tongue deep inside her. She ran her fingers through his soft brown curls, almost mimicking the movements of his tongue. Moments later she came, flooding his mouth with her juices. William crawled back up her body and kissed her hard on the lips.

He knelt on the bed straddling her body, while he slowly unzipped his pants. Buffy felt her mouth water as he freed his aching cock, she put out a finger to touch the wetness she saw shining on the tip. He sucked in a breath as she put the finger in her mouth to taste him. He awkwardly got himself off the bed to remove the remainder of his clothing, while Buffy did the same. They were re-united on the bed in a tangle of limbs, in their haste to be with each other again, kissing and touching each other in a frenzied heat.

Buffy put her hand between their bodies and grasped at his cock, she squeezed it gently as she pumped his shaft in her hand before positioning him at her wet entrance.

He hesitated for a moment; surprised by a look of anguished desperation on her face like none he had ever seen before. Buffy lifted her hips and the tip sank into her. Once he felt her tight heat around the head of his cock, he was lost and he thrust forward, burying himself in her up to the hilt. Buffy sighed in satisfaction as he filled and stretched her; it hurt a little but in a good way.

“Oh fuuuck Buffy, you are so tight,” he breathed in her ear.

She looked at him as they locked gazed and she urged him on, wiggling her hips invitingly. He needed no more encouragement as he began to thrust inside her deep and hard. At her instigation, he was almost fucking her into the mattress, but still it was not enough for her.

“Harder William, harder,” she begged.

The breath was hissing between his teeth and sweat dripped from his forehead in exertion. He hooked one of Buffy’s legs over his shoulder giving her the deeper penetration she craved. He leaned forward and grasped the headboard to give him more advantage.

Buffy revelled in the hard thrusts of his body as he rammed into her repeatedly. It was almost as if some part of her wanted to crawl inside him and never leave. Buffy could feel the first ripples of her orgasm as it shook her body, she felt the scream building up inside her, not thinking she sank her teeth into William’s shoulder so hard that she drew blood.

William, past caring of pain, could only think of the pleasure as he exploded inside her, filling her with his seed. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on clenching at him so hard that he could hardly thrust into her as she milked him for all he was worth. He came to a standstill and tiredly rested his forehead against hers.

“Love you Buffy,” he panted.

She smiled at him, but did not quite meet his eyes. She wanted to say the words back at him, but it just hurt too much.

“Get out,”

“What?”

“I want you to get out my room, my life, everything,”

William drew out of her and rolled off the bed. He bent down, picked up his pants, and pulled them on.

“I’m not going anywhere Buffy Summers until you explain yourself,” he said determinedly.

“Fine, you want the truth. Do you think you can handle it?” she asked.

“I think I deserve that much,” he said quietly.

“I’m getting back with Angel, I love Angel. He’s taking me to the prom tomorrow night,”

“So what was this? A goodbye fuck for old times sake?”

“Yeah,” she said rising from the bed and wrapping a sheet around her. “You always were good in the bedroom department William, there’s no denying that, but Angel and I, we have history,” She turned around unable to face him any longer.

William came up behind her, grabbed her by her arms, and spun her round to face him.

“I know that guy hurt you Buffy, what the hell’s wrong with you?”

“I woke up to myself, I’m using you William,”

“When did you come to that decision? Was it before or after I screwed you into the middle of next week?”

“Look I am fond of you William, after all you were my first,”

“Were? Who else have you been giving it to Buffy,”

Buffy swallowed down the ache in her throat and sucked in a breath. She was being cruel to be kind, she told herself. It was easier this way, because God help her, all she wanted to do right now was fall at his feet and tell him how much she loved him.

“Well how am I to make any comparison? I’m eighteen years old William. Surely you didn’t think I was ready to settle down at my age?” she asked mockingly.

“Did you fuck him?” he asked.

“What do you think?” she giggled.

“So how did the big guy take the news that I broke you in?” he drawled sarcastically.

“He didn’t care, he said it just made things easier for him,”

“There’s more to this Buffy, I am going to find out just what. You don’t get rid of me that easily,” he snarled as he buttoned up his shirt and grabbled his shoes off the floor.

William unlocked the door and ran down the stairs, opening the front door and slamming it behind him. Buffy collapsed on her bed, sobbing into the sheet that smelled of him.

Buffy sat up and wiped away her tears, she leaned over and dialled her friend’s number.

“Willow, hi can I come over, I really need to talk to you,”

Willow looked at Xander’s sleeping form by her side and sighed.

“Yeah sure,”

“Do you think I could stay the night or maybe a couple of nights?”

“Just what are you running away from Buffy?” asked Willow

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Willow let Buffy in through the front door.

“My mom is okay with you staying for a night or two. You did let your mom know where you are right?”

“Yeah, I left her a note,”

“Wow you look like you are moving in,” said Willow looking at Buffy’s suitcase.

“It’s prom tomorrow night,” Buffy reminded her.

“And you are going with whom?” asked Willow.

Buffy looked at the floor.

“Buffy please don’t tell me it’s Angel,” said Willow in disbelief.

“Okay, I won’t,” said Buffy, her face crumpling and tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.

Willow put her arms around her friend and hugged her tight.

“What about William?” asked Willow. “The guy was half out of his mind with worry for you this morning,”

“We caught up with each other. I can’t see him anymore Willow,”

Willow walked Buffy over to the sofa and sat her down.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened between Oh I love him so much to, now we are a thing of the past?”

“His mother and his cousin, that’s what happened,”

“Buffy you are making little or no sense, I think we need to be kind and rewind here,” said Willow.

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Ethan Rayne Giles III sat in the seat of his private jet as it waited on the tarmac for take off. He had received another call from caterers and florists asking for confirmation of bookings for the family wedding that was to be held in Knightsbridge next week. He had of course cancelled every single one of them. It was only after that; he had looked in the safe and found the family betrothal ring was missing.

Grace was up to something he knew it, he had wondered at the time why she had taken Drusilla on her travels with her. He also now knew why she hadn’t wanted to use their jet now as well…the captain always informed him of their flight plans. It hadn’t taken him long to discover that instead of taking Drusilla to Monte Carlo for a break, they had both in fact gone to California.

He sighed as he sipped his malt whiskey. He had been sadly lacking as a father to his boy. Grace had been leading him by the apron strings for too long. He just hoped it was not too late to put a stop to her plans. The boy would be utterly miserable with Drusilla; she was half off her rocker to boot.

He looked at his watch as the plane took off, praying he would get there in time to put a stop to his wife’s foolish scheme. Was she trying to drive away their only child forever? He wondered.

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William lay on his bed wide-awake. It was two am, but he knew he would not sleep tonight. Buffy was all he could think of. He still could smell her scent on his body and his clothes. He was too weary of mind, heart and soul to take the short walk to the bathroom to wash off her touch. She was lying…she had to be. Was he so in love with that girl that he might have mistaken love for lust on her part? Old doubts began to seep into his mind, but he shook them off before he let them take hold of him. What they had was real, and he was not about to give it up for nothing and nobody.

TBC

(please have faith, I am not a B/A shipper LOL)