ONE NORMAL LIFE / TWO EXTRAORDINARY LIVES

CHAPTER 57 – HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS


Later on that afternoon, after William had made his ‘hotter’ preview on the beach and had retired for a nap, Buffy had an idea. Once again their conversations had drifted to talking about California, which he seemed reluctant about. She got out her cell phone and made a call.

“Howdy-doody,” a cheerful voice answered.

“Hey Clem!”

“Buffy? Girl? Is that you? Where are you?”

“Hi Clem, yeah, it’s me. I’m in…Mi…the Midwest.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. Listen, I need you to do a favor for me.”

“Sure, anything.”

“Do you have a digital camera?”

“No, I sure don’t.”

“Well, I do. Listen, go into the house, it’s on my desk, next to my computer. I want you to take some pictures of the house, both inside and out, and of the trail. Then I want you to download them to my computer. It’s easy, just click on the camera logo, after you connect the camera. I think the cable is connected now, so you’ll know how to do it. Then, go to Yahoo and click on Photos. You can use my account,” she said, and gave him her password, ck uck upload photos, then do it. Just label the folder, as house, not Julian, okay?”

“Sure, Buffy. But can I ask what this is about?”

“Um, not yet. But I do have a surprise for you.”

“You do?” he asked, “I love surprises!”

“I know you do.”

“When?”

“As soon as you can.”

“No, silly girl, I know that. I mean, when can I see the surprise?”

“Oh, in a couple of weeks.”

She heard him groan.

“Is it kittens?” he asked.

“NO! NO KITTENS!”

“Darn!”

“You’ll like this one almost better than kittens,” she said, laughing.

“Well, okay then, if you say so. I’ll go down our our house and get on those pictures right away. I should have them posted in a couple of hours or less.”

“Thanks, Clem. Love you!”

“Love you, too, Buffy. Take good care of my surprise, okay?”

“Okay, Bye Clem!”

Buffy smiled to herself. It was something that she felt proud of having thought up. Ah, technology.

Clem scratched his head. In all the time she’d lived in Spike’s house, she had never once had anyone up there to visit. Not a new friend, nor an old one. Now she wanted to show pictures of it? To who, he wondered, nervously. Was she planning on selling the house? He hoped not, he’d hate to have to move.

“No, she wouldn’t do that,” he reasoned with himself. “Would she?”

“Nah!” he shrugged, then got ready to go over and find her digital camera.


Later that evening William was in the bedroom, waiting for her, reading the poetry anthology Dawn had given him. He had taken to reading a couple of poems to Elizabeth before they snuggled down for the night.

On her way to the bedroom, she borrowed Dawn’s laptop and went to Yahoo, clicked on My Photos, put in her password, and there they were. She smiled, herself, seeing her house in Julian. Their house, now.

“I want to show you something,” she said, coming into the bedroom.

She sat down on the bed and put her knees up for the laptop to rest on. Her cell phone was connected to it.

“What is it?” he asked.

“It’s our house, William,” she said. “I called Clem and…”

“Clem?”

“Yeah, Clem. I had him download, or rather upload, maybe both…anyway, here they are.”

“Did you tell him anything? About me?” he asked, wondering about the only man she’d mentioned as his friend.

She smiled at William, not exactly the reaction she’d expected.

“I didn’t William. He’s so…sensitive, and he gets excited so easily, I thought it better that I tell him about you when we get back,” she said, adding, “think if I told him about on ton the phone, he might have fainted. Then I couldn’t have gotten him to send the pictures. I did tell him I had a surprise for him, though.”


“I see,” he said, a bit sadly.

William looked on, as she clicked on the 20 or so photos, explaining what each of them was and where they were taken from.

“What do you think?” she asked, “as pretty as here, huh?”

He’d been quiet as she explained the photos to him, only asking a couple of questions.

He nodded, “Yes, it seems quite beautiful,” he said, pensively.

“What’s the matter?”

He just shook his head.

“Makes it kind of ‘really’ real?”

He nodded. It had taken him a while, but he almost understood her funny speech patterns now.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push this on you, just thought you might like to see the house.”

“You’re not pushing it on me, as you say. Nothing to be sorry about.”

“I just wanted you to know that out there,” she motioned beyond the bedroom, in a sweeping gesture, “that we have a home waiting for us, just as beautiful as this place is. And that belongs to us, I should add, since this one doesn’t.”

“I know. It’s just rather strange to think about it. Home. I…such a word.”

“It’s a beautiful word, William. Especially when it’s coupled with the expression, ‘Home is where the heart is,’ ever hear that?”

He nodded.

“It’s just a place, a place with memories, but it’ll be a ‘home’ again because of you, because you and I will…” she started, getting choked up.

He turned, and smiled, taking her face in his hands. “That’s it! Don’t you see? That’s why it feels so odd to me; and why I feel, ‘attached’ to this place right now, It’s because you’re here with me, Elizabeth, and because you’re here, this feels like home. When I was in the hospital and you asked me if I wanted to go home with you, I hardly could comprehend what you were telling me about the house and all that, all I knew was that you would be there! But now I understand, when we’re there, it will become, ‘home,’ because you’re…I love you,” he said, his own words ked ked him, as he looked in her eyes to see what was reflected back.

A little sound, caught in her throat, as the tears spilled over, “I love you, too!” she said, pulling his face toward hers, and kissing him.

Still kissing, he closed the laptop and moved it to the floor, then settled down on top her for the first time, since they’d been toge. Sh. She moaned as she felt his weight, the length of his body, his desire rubbing against her.

He kissed her mouth, her eyes, her neck, as they rocked against each other.

“I want you so much, Elizabeth,” he said to her.

“Have me, then,” she said back.

He looked down at her, desire in the blue pools of his eyes.

He pulled her over, so they were on their sides. Still looking at him, she undid the top button of her pajama top, then nodded at him. Hands trembling, he reached over and started to undo the rest of her buttons. When he was finished, he gently pushed one side of it off of her shoulder. She leaned up, so he could pull it off the other side.

His breath caught in his throat as he saw her small, perfect breasts for the f tim time. Her chest rose and fell as she watched him lean over and chastely plant a kiss on each breast. “You’re so beautiful,” he said to her. She pulled his head down, and his mouth closed over her nipple, as his hand fondled her other breast.

She moaned, as sensations she hadn’t felt in over five years, pulled at her from low in her womb.

William was lost in the moment, lost in the feel of her soft breast in his mouth, feeling the puckering of her nipple when he sucked it, feeling her arch towards him, moaning when he did it a certain way. With the fingers of his other hand, he explored the softness of her breast, the feel of her nipples between his fingers. He reached up to kiss lipslips and neck, before switching sides, once again hearing her moan and arch against him.

Buffy was rubbing his back, rhythmically, when her hands went underneath his waistband, as she reached for his behind. He moaned her name, as he pushed against her. She took her hand out, and brought it around to his front. She pulled the cord of his sweat pants, loosening it at the waist, and reached down and put her hand around his straining cock.

He gasped, stopping to look up at her, a combination of fear and awe in his eyes.

“It’s alright, William,” she said, “isn’t it?” she asked as her fingers teased him from top to bottom.

He could just nod, dumbly.

“It would be a little better if you took these off, though,” she said with a teasing smile, pulling the elastic of the waistband and letting it smack back into him.

“Uh, yes. Of course,” he said, and started to stand up to take them off.

He stopped, standing at the sight of the bed, looking at her bare-breasted and glowing. He knew he didn’t deserve anyone as fine as her.

“Elizabeth? Are you sure you want to…?”

She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, “I’m sure, if you are,” she said, looking up into his eyes, as she pulled his pants down.

“Oh God, yes!” he whispered.

She couldn’t resist, with him standing in front of her in all his glory, she pulled him slowly toward her as her other hand came up his thigh, to rest gently under his sac. Still looking at him, she took her hand and ran it the length of his cock, as she brought her mouth to its head. She licked it, as he gasped, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You don’t have to,” he said, his hands on her face.

“I know, William. I want to. Now shhhh,” she said, as she put her mouth around him.

He gave up trying to resist. He moaned, as he ran his hands through her hair.

“Oh God, Elizabeth,” he gasped, as he felt a pleasure he’d never known existed.

He pulled away from her just in time. Kicking off the pants from his ankles, he pushed her back onto the bed, and climbed atop her, kissing her passionately. He could feel her heat through the thin nylon of her bottoms.

He got on his knees, straddling her, as he pulled them down, taking in the sight of all of her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said to her, as his hands ran up along the sides of her thighs, then switched to her inner thighs, his hands softly brushing over her most sensitive of areas.

She pulled at his arms, so that he came back down toward her, hands around his neck, she kissed him deep, as she opened herself up to him. She put one hand down between them to help guide him.

And then he was. He stopped after only entering her a couple of inches. He looked up at her, searching her face for any sign that this wasn’t what she wanted.

Elizabeth looked up at him with trust and love, her arms around his back, pulling him in close. They both gasped, as he pushed inside her completely.

Never had he known such ecstasy before. All the poetry in the world didn’t do this feeling he had in his heart, in his very soul, at this moment any kind of justice.

She’s so tight, so hot, so wet, he thought.

Tears filled Buffy’s eyes as pleasure and pain washed over her.

In between kissing her, he looked up at her face, “You alright? I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked, concerned, as he stopped his movements.

“No, no, it’s alright, William. Don’t stop,” she said, thrusting up toward him, and using her muscles to tighten around him. “I missed you so much,” she said, grabbing onto his head, she kissed him hard, her tongue tasting his.

That was all he needed, he kissed her back in kind, resuming his thrusts.

The pain was gone, and all Buffy felt was the pleasure, as the wave after wave of her orgasm came crashing in.

Calling out her name, as her muscles clamed down around him, his release came like a torrent, seconds later.

He lay on top of her, both of them catching their breath. He covered her face with soft kisses, as she hugged him close to her.

Finally, he rolled off her pulling her toward him, as they lay on their sides, facing each other.

“Was it…?” William started to ask.

“Shhh. It was wonderful,” Buffy answered, kissing him sweetly on the lips.

“I just…I never. I’ve never made love to a woman before,” he said, then thinking of what she’d told him in the hospital, amended, “at least I can’t remember having done so. You’d think I’d remember that, wouldn’t you?”

“William, you did just fine, whether or not you remember. It was wonderful,” she said, stroking his face, “you were wonderful.”

He smiled then, a look of a man who was proud of himself, satisfied that he’d been able to please his woman.

William pulled her in close, kissing the top of her head, and limbs entwined, they fell into a peaceful sleep.


In the kitchen, Dawn and Willow were having the last of their cocoa. Dawn had gotten up when the moaning coming from her sister and William’s bedroom had gotten to be too much, and Wilhad had been awakened by Dawn clanking about in the kitchen.

“Well, Willow, looks like you owe me $5.00,” Dawn said, giggling.

“Yeah, you did say they’d wind up, ‘doing the deed,’ by the end of the first week, didn’t you?”

“Sure did, especially when they decided to share a bed. That and I don’t think Buffy has had any in over 5 years. At least if she has, she hasn’t told me,” Dawn said, smirking.

“Well, you won fair and square. I did say it wouldn’t be until the second or third week. Although, I have to say, William getting that haircut probably is what did it,” Willow noted.

“Lucky for me, then. Lucky for Buffy. Five years. I’d go nuts if I had to…” she looked over at Willow, who looked shocked.

“Come on, Willow, didn’t think I was still a virgin, did you?”

“Um, I…guess I never thought about it, but look Dawnie, I’m so not going to have that conversation with you!”

“Prude,” she said, smiling at Willow.

“Tramp!”

“Victorian!”

“Harlot!”

“Still owe me five big ones!”

“Smarty-pants!”

END CHAPTER 57