Do Right By Me

Chapter Seven

Over the next couple days, William had stopped asking her out to dinner. Buffy was kicking herself for telling William her suspicions about Hank for a whole new reason now.
However, it did give her the opportunity to come home and
see what the what was around the house. Besides, how
many dinners could the man buy? Even if he was a
successful attorney; and even when she had offered to pay
her way, he had flatly refused.

One night, Hank came home late and Buffy had taken Joyce out to a movie. The next night, Hank came home at a reasonable hour and the three had dinner together, a tense dinner, but dinner nonetheless. Then he'd taken Joyce out for
ice cream. Buffy guessed he was covering. When she asked
him if he was feeling guilty about anything he'd ignored her.

Buffy was feeling antsy concerning William. She was
hoping he would have asked what she was doing over the
weekend, maybe ask her out again. She supposed she could
have asked him out, though the idea nearly sent her
hyperventilating.

Her new friend at school, Willow Rosenberg, a red
headed pixie, had asked her if she wanted to come out on
Saturday and attend a club by the name of ‘Envy'. Buffy
agreed, figuring a night out with some new people would
keep her occupied and keep her thoughts off William.

By the time Saturday evening rolled around, Buffy
was more than ready to go out. She'd dutifully spent sometime at home and now she needed to get out. She wanted to be going out with William. The thought struck her that perhaps he'd figured out her feelings for him and had decided it was best he distance himself. The thought cut her deeply.

She dolled herself up for the night. Not dressing for the crisp, cool weather Buffy wore black boot cut pants and a top held together by three ties on the back: One up on her neck, another across her shoulder blades and the other across her lower back. She fluffed out her hair and darkened her makeup for a dramatic effect. She smiled at herself in the mirror and practically ran out of the house when Willow honked for her, making note that Hank was holed up in his study and Joyce was blankly watching TV.

The girls chattered on excitedly and Willow told her all about her boyfriend Oz they'd be meeting up with along with Xander and Anya who would be joining them after their movie. Buffy grumbled that she'd the loser without a date and Willow assured her it wouldn't matter.
Donning her stamp that clearly stated she could not drink at the fine establishment called ‘Envy,' Willow led Buffy through the crowd. There was a live band there that night and Buffy wanted to cut loose and dance her little heart out. She felt a pang of sadness when she recalled her dance with William and how she wished he was there with her now.

Gyrating to the music, Buffy let herself go all the while imagining that William was there with her, behind her, his hands on her hips as she moved to the music, whispering how much he wanted her in her ear.

It was a fantasy, nothing she ever expected to happen, or, would be able to handle if it DID happen. She'd be much too nervous to actually have him there with her in such an intimate fashion. But God, how her body yearned for it. Her eyes scanning the crowd, she perused without much thought until—

Her eyes widened and she stopped dancing.

"Buffy?" Willow asked.

"Oh, uh, hold on. I think I see someone I know."
Without another word, she made her way through the crowd
wanting to get to --

"William," she said, tapping his shoulder as he leaned
over the bar. He turned to her and his eyes widened.

"Buffy!"

She smiled, "Hi, what are you doing here?"

"I didn't know that you would be here," he said,
looking distracted. "Buffy—"

"Hey Will, did you get my drink?"

Buffy turned her head as if in slow motion, having
already recognized the voice as female. She turned to see a
buxom blond with full pouty lips and big blue eyes smiling at
William and sending her the ‘get the hell away from him' signal
with her eyes.

Buffy now knew what a punch to the stomach felt
like. Scratch that, she'd rather the punch than the all
encompassing . . . PAIN. She wanted to scratch the bimbo's
eyes out, kick William between his legs and she wanted to
run. All at once. Suddenly there didn't seem to be enough air in the club. It was if all the air had gotten sucked out and
Buffy was having a hard time breathing. Could she have an
onset of claustrophobia?

"I'm sorry, I interrupted your date—"

"Buffy—" William started.

"I'm just going to go back to my friend. I'll see you later
William." And she practically ran to Willow, fighting tears. So
much for crap TV, she thought, now I know why he didn't
ask what I was doing this weekend and thank GOD I never
asked him!

"Buffy, are you all right?" Willow asked when Buffy
approached their table.

"Yeah, I think something didn't quite—Hi, you must be
Oz!" It was the fake chirpiness that probably accounted for
the odd look Oz was giving her. He was cute. Red hair,
short, green penetrating eyes. Penetrating eyes. . . William.

"Hi, Buffy. How are you?"

"Great. Fantastic."

He looked over at Willow who jumped at Buffy, "Want
something to drink?"

"No, not at all. Not ever again do I want to go near that
bar."

"Buffy, what happened?" Willow asked,
concerned. "Who did you see?"

Suddenly, Buffy just didn't want to be there anymore.
She wanted to be away. Far, far away from William and his
DATE and just . . . gone.

"I'm not feeling too well, Wills, I think I'm gonna go."

Willow grabbed her arm, "No, don't go. We'll dance;
you were having fun when we were dancing."

"No, I just . . . I gotta go—"
"How are you going to get home?"

"Cab. I'll call a cab."

"Buffy—"

"I do it all the time, I've got my phone. I'll be all right."

Snatching her purse and excusing herself again,
Buffy weaved her way through the crowd. Her heart was
racing with anticipation of possibly seeing William and his
date. The thought filled her with dread, so she kept her head
down on the way out.

Once outside, the cool night air hit her and she
relaxed a bit. Just a bit. She was at least able to breathe.
God, who was she? How did he meet her and when? She
knew it was ridiculous to feel betrayed, and it wasn't that
she felt that really, she had no claim on him – only in her
fantasy world she did. She was a kid to him, that's all. A kid
that he was probably –Oh God!! Hank WAS having an affair
and he'd told William to occupy her. He was just playing a
part for her father.

That bastard.

"Buffy, God, there you are."

Buffy whirled around to see William standing there,
red-faced and breathing slightly heavy.

She glared at him, "What do you want?"

He seemed taken back by the coldness in her tone. "I
wanted to talk to you Buffy and tell you about my . . . that. . .
my. . . "

"Date?" Buffy supplied.

"Buffy—"

"Just admit it."

"What?"
"Forget it, you don't owe me—I'm going home William.
I'll see you on Monday," and she turned to walk away.

He grabbed her arm. "You're not walking home."

"No shit I'm not walking home, I'm calling a cab. Now
let me go."

"No."

"Goddammit William, let me go!"

"Buffy, stop and listen to me—"

"No, I hate you right now!"

"No, you don't, Buffy," he said deeply.

"Don't start treating me like a child and don't put me on
the stand!"

"I'm not –"

"Don't you have a date to get back to?"

"She left."

Buffy took pause, "Why?"

"It wasn't working out."

"So she just left? You let her leave in a cab, but you won't let
me?"

"She called a friend."

"Oh." She was beginning to feel her ire leave, the fight was
fleeing. She felt ridiculous. She'd made a fool of herself. If he
didn't know before how she felt, then he surely knew now.
Her jealous rage hadn't left much question. "You can let me
go now Will."


"Will you listen to me?"

"You don't have to explain anything to me William. I'm really
feeling rather embarrassed right now and I think I just want to
make like an ostrich—"

"You have nothing to feel embarrassed about. You don't
even know how –God, Buffy, do you have any idea what
you do to me?" He tugged her closer to him, so that her body
was flush against his and with a free hand he cupped the
side of her face.

Buffy's heart was going to pound clear out of her
chest. "Will?"

"I went out with that woman because I was trying to get you
out of my system. I met her at some cafe and she asked me
out. I didn't want to . . . Buffy . . . " The intensity of his gaze
was spreading heat through her entire system. "Look at me."

She did and his lips crashed to hers in whole passionate,
carnal, desire fueled, intense and explosive kiss that had
Buffy grabbing at him so that she wouldn't crumble to the
ground. Her senses were filled with him. Her body was on
fire for him. His masculine scent with just a spot of cologne
surrounded her, his body hard and hot against hers made her
desire pool between her legs.

She throbbed for him.

"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy," he chanted when he broke for them to
breathe and set about peppering her face with kisses. "I
want you."

"I –I want you too," she told him nervously.

His eyes glittered with desire as he gazed at her. "Come
home with me."

Feeling inadequate in the intimacy department and yet feeling
that she'd combust if she didn't have him, the answer was
simple.

"Yes."


Chapter Eight

Silence fell between the pair as William nearly sped to his apartment, which, Buffy soon found out, was really a penthouse. She wondered what he was thinking about, but was too afraid to ask.

She was thinking she didn't want to think at all. She was also thinking his hands needed to be on her soon to prevent her from thinking or she was going to be beside herself with nerves and doubts.

Gliding up the elevator—which was large enough to be an apartment, Buffy looked over at
him and watched in fascination as his jaw clenched and unclenched.

She placed a hand on him arm. "William?"

That seemed to be all it took. Immediately he grabbed for her and smothered in her a kiss,
plundering his tongue inside her mouth as if he planned to learn every nook and cranny
inside her mouth. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?" he rasped.

"Since you came over to my parents for dinner?" she said hopefully.

His eyes widened, "You too?"

She let out a sigh of relief, "Thank God."

He smiled, "Did you doubt it?"

"Will, I'm not - - I mean I've had sex—"

He growled and kissed her hard. "I don't want to hear about some bloody git touching you.
They weren't fit to lick your boots."

She shivered at his possessiveness. "He, actually. Just one. He."

"You're practically a virgin," he whispered reverently and ran his fingers through her hair,
gazing at her with unmasked adoration.

"It doesn't bother you?" she asked hesitantly.

"No, baby, it doesn't bother me. Why would it?"

"Because I'm not good at it."

His eyes narrowed, "Who said that? Did he?" he spit ‘he' out as if it were sour.

"No, I never. . . that is I never uh, ARRIVED."

He laughed, holding her close and burying his face in her neck. He nuzzled her, "Oh you'll
arrive, sweetheart. I'll make sure of it. I'm a gentleman. I believe in ladies first." He bit at her
earlobe; "I can't wait to see you cum for me. See the expression on your face, taste it on
my lips. I'm going to drink you, my Buffy. Make you see stars." He looked at her hotly, "And
to know that's it me that did it," he closed his eyes as if savoring the thought. He opened
his eyes and kissed her again just as the elevator door pinged open.

He led her out, taking her by the hand and leading her down a slate blue hallway with
various cushioned benches along the wall. They came to the end of the hallway and he
quickly unlocked his door and flicked on the lights.

Stepping inside, she gulped. It was huge. And gorgeous. And clean for a bachelor.

"Mind the steps sweetheart," he told her as he pulled her inside. The foyer consisted of a
small landing, a closet to the side, a mahogany desk with a plan and some papers on it.
Climbing up the steps, the penthouse then spread out.

"Wow," Buffy breathed. "I can't imagine you watching crap TV in here."

He chuckled, "Make yourself at home. I'm going to get a drink. You want anything?"

She smiled at him teasingly, "Are you trying to corrupt a minor, William?"

His face immediately paled and she wanted to kick herself for saying that. "William, I'm old
enough to be here."

"I know, but –""I'll have a Coke if you've got it," she said firmly. She didn't want to hear about
their age difference or about her father or any number of the reasons why she shouldn't be
here. She already knew them all, she just didn't want to care at that moment. Not to say
that she didn't care and that they weren't lingering in her mind, trying to invade her reason
and propriety, but she didn't want to acknowledge them.

She simply wanted William. Period. She'd deal with it tomorrow. After all, as her heroine
Scarlet O' Hara once said ‘Tomorrow is another day'

He seemed to understand and with a nod, he set off to what she assumed was the kitchen.
She kicked off her shoes and walked around the vast room he called a living room. A long
navy couch sat in the center of the room, with a long coffee table in the middle and
matching blue lazy boys on either side. The gargantuan TV sat against the wall across from
it in a huge entertainment system. Everything was just BIG. Including the window that
overlooked the city on the other side of the couch. Then, in the same room, to the right was
another desk with a laptop, papers, a calculator and various other office supplies with an
ornate chair pushed in. A plant sat in the corner. Beyond that was a room with a long table
and more windows overlooking the city and more elegant chairs with maroon and gold
cushioning. Obviously, the dining room. The drapes were a heavy navy blue and pushed to
the sides to get the full effect of the city view. The carpet was navy with maroon woven
through, adding a rich, warm flavor to the rooms. She supposed beyond that was the
kitchen and on the other side, to her left had to be his bedroom. On the far left side of the
living room, she noticed a pile of what appeared to be paintings stacked up against the wall
in ornate, thick frames.

She walked over and started to reach for them.

"Ah, you've found my paintings," William said and she snapped her hand away.

"May I?" she asked and pointed to them.

"Of course."

She didn't know much about artwork, but she knew enough to know that these were good.
They were flowing with rich colors and vibrant scenes of people and places. Whomever did
them was extremely talented and Buffy could just imagine how much they cost.

"Like them?" William asked, handing her, her soda.

"They must have cost a fortune," Buffy said. "They're gorgeous."

"They were free, actually."

"Friend?"

"I did them, Buffy."

Her eyes widened. "YOU did them?"

"I have many talents, Buffy," he said, curling his tongue behind his front teeth and leering at
her. He set his glass down on a nearby stand and then took her glass, of which she hadn't
even sipped yet and set it down. He pulled her into his arms. "You're my canvas tonight."

She felt the blush immediately and he growled at her, kissing her. "I love it when you blush.
Now I know why you blush, Buffy. All this time. . . it's because you wanted me too, right?"

She nodded, licking her lips. "And because I'm nervous."

"Don't be," he said huskily. Taking her hand he kissed the top of it and gazed up at her. "I
won't ever hurt you Buffy. I only want to see to you. My girl."

She nodded and gulped.

"I think I should warn you—"

"Here it comes."

He chuckled, "Nothing bad."

She grinned sheepishly, "Okay."

"This isn't just a one night thing for me Buffy. This is just one of the many ways I want
you."She gulped again. "And—j-just how many ways do you want me?"

"I want everything, Buffy."

"What's everything exactly?"

"You'll see," he whispered. "Come with me."

He led her down a hall, around a corner and into a dark room. The lights came on and then
dimmed. She could not take her eyes away from the bed in the room that seemed to take
up the entire room. And what struck her most about it was that it was ensconced in all
black. The pillowcases were black, the duvet was black, and she was betting the sheets
were black too. The drapes were black and the single, kind of still looking chair in the room
was red. It was a stark contrast to all that black. She looked down. The carpet was white.

Okay, sure, that fit.

She looked up at him and found him staring at her hungrily. She felt herself take a step
back, feeling that look could knock her over. He didn't let her go very far. He instead brought
her into the circle of his arms and kissed her senseless, letting his lips blaze a path from
her mouth to her jawline, up to her ears, across her forehead and back down to her neck
where he bit her gently and then licked the spot he'd bitten. She shivered in his arms, trying
to kiss what parts of him she could and wanting to kiss his lips again. When he made it
back, she kissed him ravenously, this time sliding her tongue inside his mouth and
caressing his. He tasted like beer and peppermints.

She giggled and he drew back. "Not exactly what I was hoping to hear," he said.

"Did you use an Altoid?"

He grinned at her, "I did, minx."

She leaned up and kissed him sweetly. "I like it."

Growling, he swept her up in his arms and she felt like a princess, as if she were someone
to be cherished and the way he was looking at her, she felt that maybe she really was in his
eyes.

Settling her down on the bed, he stared down at her as she propped herself up on her
shoulders and gazed up at him. He nearly tore off the blue button down he was wearing and
then whipped the black T-shirt underneath off, carelessly throwing them to the floor. Unable
to resist how gorgeous his torso was, Buffy reached up and touched him, a bit hesitantly.
He closed his eyes in bliss and she felt bolder. Splaying her hands on his washboard abs,
she ran her palms up to his nipples and he moaned. She smiled and feeling safe because
his eyes were still closed, she knelt on the bed and leaned forward, licking one nipple.

"Bloody hell," she heard him say softly. She looked up to see him, his eyes dark with lust.
Encouraged, she flicked her tongue across it and then kissed her way to the other one and
did the same.

Suddenly he gripped her arms forcefully and she looked up at him. He wasted no time in
kissing her senseless. Somehow, she ended up on her back and he settled himself
between her legs. Her legs wound round him and he ground himself against her center. She

moaned and nuzzled his neck.

"Let's see. . . " he whispered and tugged on the tie on her top at the top of her neck. It
slipped easily through its knots and she felt the fabric pull. "God, I wanted to do that the
minute I saw you in this," he told her, undulating his hips against her.

"You did?" she asked, all wide eyed and innocent.

He smiled sexily, "Oh yes, I did." And he set about the task of reaching behind her. She
lifted a bit and helped him and soon he had strewn the top across the room with his own
clothes. She felt, well, naked and exposed and sought to press herself against him to cover
herself.

"No, I want to look at you. My beautiful girl," he whispered and reared back. Gazing at her
pert breasts he leaned in and suckled one his mouth, swirling his tongue over the hard peek
and eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. Leaving hot, open mouth kisses across her skin;
he made a trail to the other one and gave it the same attention. He surged up and kissed
her as he cupped her breasts in his hands. She ground herself against him, needing sweet
release desperately. She felt as if she were a live wire, waiting to go off from his touch. He
looked at her, searching her face. "There's no turning back after tonight, Buffy. After this,
you're my girl. I won't be able to let you go, do you understand?"

She nodded, wanting to tell him, but not being able to find the words, that she was his
completely and utterly. She wanted to beg him not to break her heart for he was taking it
chunk by chunk and she feared she'd never get it back. Nor was she sure she wanted to. If
this was what it felt like to give herself to him, then she wanted to burrow in him forever. He
made her feel safe, loved and cherished. As if he was worshipping her everytime he simply
grazed a hand across her body.

His eyes, she noticed, were filled with something she couldn't quite define, having not that
much experience in matters of sex or the heart. She saw desire, she saw passion, but there
was something behind it, giving those baser emotions the impetus they needed to be where
they were. It shook her to the core, but like a moth to a flame, she was powerless to stop it.


"My sweet Buffy," he murmured and sat back on his haunches watching her as he tugged
on her pants and slid them down, taking her panties with them. Tossing them over his
shoulder he gazed at her with such reverence she wanted to weep. Here, she couldn't
believe she was here with him and he was looking at her as if he couldn't believe he was
there with her. He stood and she whimpered.

"I won't leave you," he promised softly. "Not ever going to leave my beautiful golden girl. Do
you have any idea how crazy you drive me? How much you make me ache for wanting
you?"

She shook her head and he chuckled before sliding his hands up her calves and thighs.
"Scoot back, Buffy. I want your sweet pussy."

She obeyed him, feeling quite nervous and yet unable to tell him no. "How do you know it's
sweet?" she couldn't stop herself from asking.

He smiled, "Because everything about you is sweet," he told her and started dotting kisses
up one shin and grazing his hand up the other. He kissed every part, up her thighs and
curled his other hand under her buttocks. His other hand shortly followed and he raised her
hips just a bit. He bent in and kissed her and just the simple touch made her jerk. She
leaned up on her elbows and looked down, wanting to see him.

"Such a studious Buffy," he murmured, looking up at her. "Watch me make you cum,
Buffy."

She gulped and held her breath when his tongue darted out and licked up her slit. One
hand slid around and spread her. "Heaven," he murmured and licked her again. "Honey and
sugar. . . " He attacked her clit, feeling as if he were drawing patterns on it that were making
her breaths come out in short gasps. When a finger slid inside her, she started cumming
immediately.

"Oh God, William!" she gasped, flopping back on the bed. He suckled, nibbled and tasted;
it was as if he couldn't get enough and soon she was coming apart again. "What are you
doing to me?" she whispered.

"Making love to you," he answered her, resting his head on her thigh and stroking her sliding
his hands up her thigh and stomach. "How do you feel? Still with me?"

"Yes," she said and her voice sounded hoarse.

"Good because I plan to make love to you all night long, Buffy."

"But—"

"You can call home later. Tell them you're staying at your friends. I want you with me in my
bed, Buffy."

"Yes."

He got up from the bed, smiling down at her as he got rid of his pants. She watched in
fascination as his cock sprang free. She'd never studied one before and she found she
wanted to study William's. Crawling to her knees, she made her way to him and boldly took
it in her hand, gliding her hand up and down it, watching as a bead of pre-cum glistened like
a pearl at the head. Wanting to taste him the way he'd tasted her, she leaned in and
suckled the head into her mouth.

"Fuck, Buffy," he gasped and his hips jerked forward, sending more of him into her mouth.

She slid him out of her mouth and stroked him with her hand and looked at him. He reached
for her and kissed her hungrily. She could taste herself and she found it highly erotic. "Tell
me how to please you."

"You always please me," he told her, his voice rough.

"Tell me."

"Put me back in your mouth."

She replaced her hand with her mouth.

"It's like a lollipop, Buffy. Suck me, but don't bite."

She giggled, unaware of what that would do until she felt his hands in her hair, gripping
lightly. "Fuck, that felt good," he muttered.

Like a lollipop, she thought. I can do this. I wonder how many licks it takes to get to the
center of this tootsie pop? She went at him with gusto.

"Suck the head, Buffy, please," he moaned; begging.

She did so and his grip tightened. "Touch my balls, Buffy."

She reached out and rolled them in her fingers as she sucked hard on the head of his cock.

In a flash she was on her back, looking up at him as he loomed over her, staring at her with
burning hot intensity.

"Did I do something wrong?"

He shook his head, "You did everything right. Now I want to be inside you. Be part of you."

"Yes, yes, please, William."

He moaned and crashed his lips to hers. "Say it again, Buffy. Beg me."

"Please, William. Please make love to me." He got up slightly and reached over to his
nightstand, pulling out a condom. He tore into it with his teeth and quickly sheathed himself.
In a flash was over her again.

She spread her legs wider and he bent them slightly to her chest. "Comfortable, my luv?"

She nodded, biting her lip.

"Gonna make you feel so good, Buffy," he said hoarsely and she felt him at her entrance.
She held her breath as his cock head split her lips open and he slid inside with ease. She
shut her eyes, feeling full of him. God, he was everywhere, all around her, over her, in her. . .
it was the best feeling in the world. Her eyes fluttered open and she watched in fascination
as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. He dropped his head to her shoulder. "God,
Buffy, you're so tight, so wet . . . so hot."

She kissed his shoulder and nuzzled his neck, ruffling her hands through his hair. She
turned his head and kissed him deeply and he started to move.

"Move with me, Buffy," he said roughly.

She complied and soon felt the slow burn begin to build.

"I'm not going to last long, Buffy, I'm sorry. I just want you so much and you feel so good,"
he whispered and thrust harder, his thrusts starting to build in speed. He lifted her legs just
a bit more and it caused him to slide even deeper within her.

"Oh God!" she gasped, the slow grind of him against her clit sending sparks of pleasure
shooting through her. Any minute now . . . "Will, I'm going to—"

"Do it, Buffy," he urged deeply and slid a hand on her clit, rubbing it in circles.

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she went off like a rocket. She didn't just see
stars; she saw the Milky Way. She felt her walls pulse around him and with a few quick
thrusts; he exploded, roaring her name. He stilled and collapsed on her, burying his face in
her neck. He rolled them to the side and drew her close to him. "How do you feel Buffy?" he
asked softly.

"Perfect," she whispered.

"Oh Baby, that is how you felt," he murmured and popped his head up to look at her. "I'm
never letting you go," he said urgently and claimed her lips fervently.

I don't want to let you go either, she thought.