ONE NORMAL LIFE / TWO EXTRAORDINARY LIVES

CHAPTER 49 - A HAPPY SLUMBER
They both had new pajamas to sleep in. Buffy in a cute, short, sleeveless nightgown, William wore his blue sweat pants and the Detroit Tigers T-shirt. Willow had bought them all window fans, which she’d put in their window while they were still on the swing.
That night there was no question about if she would share his bed. He’d gotten ready for bed, while she washed up. She said goodnight to Dawn and Willow and went into the bedroom.
He looked at her as she came in. She almost took his breath away, as he looked at her in the little nightgown.
Buffy was aware of his eyes following her, as she put a couple of things away. She didn’t know why she all of a sudden felt shy, but she did.
She turned off the lamp. William was lying on his back, as she lay down, he put his arm out a little, inviting her into them. She turned on her side, putting her arm around his chest, as he drew her near. His hand came up around her back, sending the most delicate shivers down her spine. His other hand played in her hair. She raised her hand from his chest to trace that face that she’d never forgotten the feeling of.
Turning over on his side to face her, he studied her face in moo moonlight coming through the blinds. Was she real? Never in his most ardent wishes, when he’d been the most alone, nor even in his innermost heart, had he even dared to wish for a woman such as her to love.

Are you real? His questioning eyes asked.

She looked at him, as her fingertips lightly traced his cheek, his ear, his mouth. He may be William, but they way he was looking at her…it was enough to make her almost want to run from the purity of his gaze. She remembered Spike always looking at her with such adoration that she’d wanted to hide, to run, for surely, she hadn’t deserved such a thing. She wasn’t sure that she did now, either.
Are you? Her questioning eyes asked in turn.
“Elizabeth, may…I?”
“May you what, William?”
“May I reacquaint myself with your…lips?”
She smiled at his very proper Victorian-type of question.
“May you kiss me?”
He nodded.
“Yes.”
Hanedaned in, kissing her softly. She responded back, as he slowly, languidly kissed her in the sweetest of ways, even when the pressure of their kisses increased.
“Don’t have to…” she said between kisses.
“Don’t have to what?”
“You don’t have to ask, William.”
He kissed her harder then, as they held each other tightly. She put her hands underneath the back of his T-shirt so she could feel his skin and heard him gasp in pleasure as she massaged his back from his shoulders to the small of his back. She wished she’d worn pajamas, instead of a nightgown, so he could do the same, yet at the same time, she was happily floating in a state of arousal that she’d never experienced quite like it before.
Suddenly, he pulled her over on top of him, so that there was now full body contact between them, her lovebird necklace coming to rest on his chest. She looked down at him, eyes glazed over, as his wore a look of shock, at what he’d just done.
He lay l, ll, letting her make the next move. It was painfully obvious that he was both embarrassed and aroused.
Closing her eyes, she kissed his mouth, his neck, his ear, as she firmly pushed her body down on his. He responded by raising his up, as he kissed her back, kissed her neck in a spot that made her moan. Their bodies rocked against each other’s in a motion as ancient as time.
His lips found hers again, as they rubbed against each other. He stopped moving, when she didn’t think she could, and kissed her softly again, letting them both catch their breath. She lay with her head on his chest, concentrating on calming down, as his hands rubbed her back.
Just as they were calm again, she lifted her head off his chest and found his mouth again. Moments later, once again, they rocked against each other, his hands this time, on the sides of her hips, moving her to his rhythm, as they both moaned.
Buffy touched his lips with her tongue, and found his nearby. Passions deepened as William discovered a new way to kiss.
Again, they stopped the dance; she rolled off of him this time, collapsing onto her side. She’d never experienced being so consumed with kissing and fire, yet at the same time, somehow, knowing that they wouldn’t be making love just yet. There was some a kind of unbridled joy in it, strange as it may seem, for a woman, whose only experiences with this sort of passion, had always led to consummation, whether love or just lust was involved.
This was some sort of delicious dance that they were doing. A discovering, a rediscovering.
William lay there, painfully aroused still, trying to get his breathing under control. If she hadn’t moved that moment, he’s sure he would have made a mess right on himself. Or worse, on her. He wanted to touch every square inch of her, wanted to taste and to love every inch of her. He cast a sidelong glance at her, snuggled up to his side, her arm over him. She sent his mind spinning. The feeling of her body on his…moving with his…
“You okay?” she asked, laughing softly, “no, don’t answer that!”
“You’re beautiful,” he said, turning to look at her.
“How do you do that?”
“What?”
“Make me feel…so much?”
“Do I?”
“You do,” she said, happily.
“You do, too,” he said, hugging her to him, as they both drifted off to a happy slumber.

END CHAPTER 49