ONE NORMAL LIFE / TWO EXTRAORDINARY LIVES
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Adult ++
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UNIVERSAL SIGN
CHAPTER 78 – UNIVERSAL SIGN
JULY 7, 2008
MONDAY
6:00am
“Hey, sleepyheads, time to get up!” Dawn said, knocking on Buffy and William’s bedroom door. She waited a few seconds, then knocked again. “You up in there?”
“Yeah, sorry. Must have overslept,” Buffy called.
“We’re leaving in a few minutes. Just wanted you to know. Xander already took his tent down. Breakfast is done.”
“Okay. Thanks, Dawn, we’ll be out in a few.”
“No promblemo!”
Buffy leaned over William to look at the clock, “Crap! I thought I set it for 5:00am,” she said.
“I may have turned it off.”
“Oh?”
“I thought I hit the snooze,” he said, sheepishly.
“See, you’re already picking up one of the bad habits of the 22nd Century.”
“That so?”
“Oh, definitely; abuse of the snooze button is just the tip of the iceberg! Next you’ll be throwing litter on the highways, crunching beer cans on your forehead, and who knows what else?”
He laughed; a warm rumbling laugh that made her smile, as she felt the vibrations in his chest.
“Maybe I do remember something about the 22nd Century, then, huh? Very uncivilized way to wake, I must say. What I remember about waking up was having the housekeeper come in with tea. She would open the curtains, lay out my clothes, draw a bath, that is, until the money for housekeepers ran out, after my father passed,” he said, then looked at her, ashamed all of a sudden.
“It’s alright, I like to hear about your life,” she said, putting her head down on his chest.
“Problem is, I’m not sure they’re really my memories; my life or not. The way I picture things…they don’t even belong in the last century,” he said, rubbing her back, inhaling the smell of her hair.
“I…I think they must be, William, you…when you tell them, you tell them with so muchlingling,” she said, still not looking at him, trying to walk the line between not denying those parts of his life, yet not confirming the time period they came from.
“Hmm,” he murmured into her hair.
He raised her face to his and kissed her. She scooted up to align herself better with his mouth and was soon pulled on top him, by a very aroused William.
“Want you, Elizabeth,” he whispered into her mouth, as he moved underneath her, his erection rubbing between her legs, only separated by the thin material of her nightgown, which his hands were busy pulling up, “always want you.”
“Want you, too. Oh…but we should get up. See, you shouldn’t have turned off that snooze,” she said, half-heartedly, even as her body was responding with ideas of its own; quivering in expectation and desire, as she rubbed up and down on top him, like a cat in heat. Her hands now helped him pull the nightgown up over her head. As she raised up to do so, he caught her breast with his mouth. His lips gently pulled her nipple into his mouth, as his tongue began to slowly swirl around and around her areola, eliciting a soft moan from her, as she pushed her breast forward even more, giving him better access.
William grabbed her arms, pushing her back, so that she was now in a sitting position. He put his legs underneath hers, and pulled her onto his lap, lifting her up slightly, so as to position them. She reached down to help and gasped when she felt his hard length enter her, totally and fully. She looked into his lust and love filled eyes as they started moving together. Just then, the felt the RV start moving.
“Crap,” she said.
“Too late,” he said, kissing her, “they don’t need us. I need you.”
“I know. Need you, too,” she said, loving the feeling of how hot he felt inside her.
It was strange to think of the different ways his cock felt inside her, but she couldn’t help it. With Spike, she had marveled at how cool it felt when it first entered her, giving her a thrill almost, but by the time they were done, it felt the same temperature as she did. But with William, she was always surprised at how much warmer it was. Sometimes, more than others. This was one such time, where once inside her, it felt hot, not merely warm. Maybe it was her or something to do with her body’s monthly cycle, she wasn’t sure, but she knew that it was particularly delicious at this moment!
“God, you’re so hot,” he said, suddenly, voicing what she’d been thinking.
“I was just thinking that,” she giggled, “thought it was you.”
“Think it’s you, Elizabeth. God, you’re like an oven, a wet, hot oven!”
“Wait,” Buffy gasped.
“What? Did I hurt you?”
“Uh-uh, I want to say good-bye.”
“What?”
“You’ll see,” she said, breaking contact to reach over him and open the blinds a little. As she did so, he nearly got dizzy, as her bottom was near to his face. He grabbed her hips, pulling her near.
She giggled, “Hey, that’s cheating!”
“Not with what you’re doing to me, missy,” he said.
She squirmed out of reach and pulled him up into a sitting position, motioning for him to sit sideways. She put her legs over his, while once again, lowering herself down on him, so now they were both sitting, arms around each other.
“Good?” she asked him.
“Oh, God yes!” he gasped, as he rocked them back and forth.
“Look,” she said, pointing to the window, “I wanted us to see Mesa Verde one more time. That was the only reason I thought we should get up.”
She reached over him, nearly landing him on his back, but then she pulled him back up, “Sorry, that wasn’t some new move, just wanted my camera.”
He looked at her questioningly.
She took it and aimed it at the window and the towering mesas in the distance, “When I get this picture back, I’m going to remember exactly where I was and what I was doing!” she smirked.
He smirked back, pulling her down hard on top of him, until her breath came faster and faster.
“Still feel like taking pictures?” he asked, through his own gasps.
“Not so much,” she was barely able to answer.
“Good, don’t need a picture; you’re my picture, my painting, my poem,” he said, his voice sending her over the edge almost.
Until she looked up.
“Oh no!”
“What’s wrong?” William asked alarmed.
“Look!” she said, pointing to the window.
He looked. Instead of seeing the mesas, he saw the driver of another RV staring squinting into the window of their bedroom, grinning.
“Bloody…sorry. Duck down, Elizabeth.”
“How?”
He grabbed the sheet and threw it over her, then pushed her off him and rose up, closing the blinds, while glaring at the other driver.
“Oh my God,” she said, “I’m sorry, I had no idea…”
“Pillock! Shouldn’t been lookin’ into other people’s bedrooms,” he said.
“Didn’t have much choice did he?” she asked, her eyes laughing.
“Guess not,” he said, begrudgingly. Then he looked at her. Beautiful, naked, wanting him, and instantly, he forgot everything else, “Now where were we?” William asked, smiling as his lips found hers once more.
When William and Elizabeth came out 15 minutes later, they’d forgotten all about the other driver. Until they heard Xander talking to Willow and Dawn.
“…so this idiot pulls up alongside me, and I’m thinking he’s trying to tell me that I’ve got a flat tire or something. He keeps grinning and giving me the universal sign for jacking off. What the hell was up with that? Finally I gave him the bird, also known as the universal sign for, fu…screw off,” he corrected himself. “Oh, good-morning you, two. Finally decide to join us?” he asked, looking back toward William and Buffy.
“Morning, Xander,” Buffy said.
“Good Morning, Xander, did you sleep well?” William asked.
“Yep, very well, thanks.”
“Good. Sorry, I wasn’t awake to help you take your tent down,” William added.
“That’s alright. It’s easier to take down than put up, anyway. You can help me tonight, alright?”
William nodded.
“Guys, there’s breakfast still on the stove, might need to warm it up, though.”
“Thanks, Willow,” Buffy said. “Can I get anyone anything? Coffee? Tea?”
“I’m good,” Dawn said.
“I’m fine,” Willow said, “Xander?”
He shook his head, “Got a hot cup right here,” he motioned to his travel mug.
“Okay, then, I guess we’ll go and help ourselves,” Buffy said, and pulled William along with her.
She pulled him over toward her and whispered, “Did you hear Xander? Do you think that was the guy? The one who was looking in our window?” she asked, giggling.
“I didn’t understand all of what he was talking about with the universal sign for…what was that? Jacking off? Is that what I think it is?”
She made a motion with her hand, and he looked shocked for a second, then burst out laughing, mumbling something very Spike-like under his breath, shaking his head in a mixture of disgust and amusement.
“Look what we did to him,” she whispered in his ear, laughing.
He whispered back in hers, “Turned him into a wanker!”
She looked at him in surprise, and he lifted his eyebrow and smirked.
God, she loved him all over again!
END CHAPTER 78
JULY 7, 2008
MONDAY
6:00am
“Hey, sleepyheads, time to get up!” Dawn said, knocking on Buffy and William’s bedroom door. She waited a few seconds, then knocked again. “You up in there?”
“Yeah, sorry. Must have overslept,” Buffy called.
“We’re leaving in a few minutes. Just wanted you to know. Xander already took his tent down. Breakfast is done.”
“Okay. Thanks, Dawn, we’ll be out in a few.”
“No promblemo!”
Buffy leaned over William to look at the clock, “Crap! I thought I set it for 5:00am,” she said.
“I may have turned it off.”
“Oh?”
“I thought I hit the snooze,” he said, sheepishly.
“See, you’re already picking up one of the bad habits of the 22nd Century.”
“That so?”
“Oh, definitely; abuse of the snooze button is just the tip of the iceberg! Next you’ll be throwing litter on the highways, crunching beer cans on your forehead, and who knows what else?”
He laughed; a warm rumbling laugh that made her smile, as she felt the vibrations in his chest.
“Maybe I do remember something about the 22nd Century, then, huh? Very uncivilized way to wake, I must say. What I remember about waking up was having the housekeeper come in with tea. She would open the curtains, lay out my clothes, draw a bath, that is, until the money for housekeepers ran out, after my father passed,” he said, then looked at her, ashamed all of a sudden.
“It’s alright, I like to hear about your life,” she said, putting her head down on his chest.
“Problem is, I’m not sure they’re really my memories; my life or not. The way I picture things…they don’t even belong in the last century,” he said, rubbing her back, inhaling the smell of her hair.
“I…I think they must be, William, you…when you tell them, you tell them with so muchlingling,” she said, still not looking at him, trying to walk the line between not denying those parts of his life, yet not confirming the time period they came from.
“Hmm,” he murmured into her hair.
He raised her face to his and kissed her. She scooted up to align herself better with his mouth and was soon pulled on top him, by a very aroused William.
“Want you, Elizabeth,” he whispered into her mouth, as he moved underneath her, his erection rubbing between her legs, only separated by the thin material of her nightgown, which his hands were busy pulling up, “always want you.”
“Want you, too. Oh…but we should get up. See, you shouldn’t have turned off that snooze,” she said, half-heartedly, even as her body was responding with ideas of its own; quivering in expectation and desire, as she rubbed up and down on top him, like a cat in heat. Her hands now helped him pull the nightgown up over her head. As she raised up to do so, he caught her breast with his mouth. His lips gently pulled her nipple into his mouth, as his tongue began to slowly swirl around and around her areola, eliciting a soft moan from her, as she pushed her breast forward even more, giving him better access.
William grabbed her arms, pushing her back, so that she was now in a sitting position. He put his legs underneath hers, and pulled her onto his lap, lifting her up slightly, so as to position them. She reached down to help and gasped when she felt his hard length enter her, totally and fully. She looked into his lust and love filled eyes as they started moving together. Just then, the felt the RV start moving.
“Crap,” she said.
“Too late,” he said, kissing her, “they don’t need us. I need you.”
“I know. Need you, too,” she said, loving the feeling of how hot he felt inside her.
It was strange to think of the different ways his cock felt inside her, but she couldn’t help it. With Spike, she had marveled at how cool it felt when it first entered her, giving her a thrill almost, but by the time they were done, it felt the same temperature as she did. But with William, she was always surprised at how much warmer it was. Sometimes, more than others. This was one such time, where once inside her, it felt hot, not merely warm. Maybe it was her or something to do with her body’s monthly cycle, she wasn’t sure, but she knew that it was particularly delicious at this moment!
“God, you’re so hot,” he said, suddenly, voicing what she’d been thinking.
“I was just thinking that,” she giggled, “thought it was you.”
“Think it’s you, Elizabeth. God, you’re like an oven, a wet, hot oven!”
“Wait,” Buffy gasped.
“What? Did I hurt you?”
“Uh-uh, I want to say good-bye.”
“What?”
“You’ll see,” she said, breaking contact to reach over him and open the blinds a little. As she did so, he nearly got dizzy, as her bottom was near to his face. He grabbed her hips, pulling her near.
She giggled, “Hey, that’s cheating!”
“Not with what you’re doing to me, missy,” he said.
She squirmed out of reach and pulled him up into a sitting position, motioning for him to sit sideways. She put her legs over his, while once again, lowering herself down on him, so now they were both sitting, arms around each other.
“Good?” she asked him.
“Oh, God yes!” he gasped, as he rocked them back and forth.
“Look,” she said, pointing to the window, “I wanted us to see Mesa Verde one more time. That was the only reason I thought we should get up.”
She reached over him, nearly landing him on his back, but then she pulled him back up, “Sorry, that wasn’t some new move, just wanted my camera.”
He looked at her questioningly.
She took it and aimed it at the window and the towering mesas in the distance, “When I get this picture back, I’m going to remember exactly where I was and what I was doing!” she smirked.
He smirked back, pulling her down hard on top of him, until her breath came faster and faster.
“Still feel like taking pictures?” he asked, through his own gasps.
“Not so much,” she was barely able to answer.
“Good, don’t need a picture; you’re my picture, my painting, my poem,” he said, his voice sending her over the edge almost.
Until she looked up.
“Oh no!”
“What’s wrong?” William asked alarmed.
“Look!” she said, pointing to the window.
He looked. Instead of seeing the mesas, he saw the driver of another RV staring squinting into the window of their bedroom, grinning.
“Bloody…sorry. Duck down, Elizabeth.”
“How?”
He grabbed the sheet and threw it over her, then pushed her off him and rose up, closing the blinds, while glaring at the other driver.
“Oh my God,” she said, “I’m sorry, I had no idea…”
“Pillock! Shouldn’t been lookin’ into other people’s bedrooms,” he said.
“Didn’t have much choice did he?” she asked, her eyes laughing.
“Guess not,” he said, begrudgingly. Then he looked at her. Beautiful, naked, wanting him, and instantly, he forgot everything else, “Now where were we?” William asked, smiling as his lips found hers once more.
When William and Elizabeth came out 15 minutes later, they’d forgotten all about the other driver. Until they heard Xander talking to Willow and Dawn.
“…so this idiot pulls up alongside me, and I’m thinking he’s trying to tell me that I’ve got a flat tire or something. He keeps grinning and giving me the universal sign for jacking off. What the hell was up with that? Finally I gave him the bird, also known as the universal sign for, fu…screw off,” he corrected himself. “Oh, good-morning you, two. Finally decide to join us?” he asked, looking back toward William and Buffy.
“Morning, Xander,” Buffy said.
“Good Morning, Xander, did you sleep well?” William asked.
“Yep, very well, thanks.”
“Good. Sorry, I wasn’t awake to help you take your tent down,” William added.
“That’s alright. It’s easier to take down than put up, anyway. You can help me tonight, alright?”
William nodded.
“Guys, there’s breakfast still on the stove, might need to warm it up, though.”
“Thanks, Willow,” Buffy said. “Can I get anyone anything? Coffee? Tea?”
“I’m good,” Dawn said.
“I’m fine,” Willow said, “Xander?”
He shook his head, “Got a hot cup right here,” he motioned to his travel mug.
“Okay, then, I guess we’ll go and help ourselves,” Buffy said, and pulled William along with her.
She pulled him over toward her and whispered, “Did you hear Xander? Do you think that was the guy? The one who was looking in our window?” she asked, giggling.
“I didn’t understand all of what he was talking about with the universal sign for…what was that? Jacking off? Is that what I think it is?”
She made a motion with her hand, and he looked shocked for a second, then burst out laughing, mumbling something very Spike-like under his breath, shaking his head in a mixture of disgust and amusement.
“Look what we did to him,” she whispered in his ear, laughing.
He whispered back in hers, “Turned him into a wanker!”
She looked at him in surprise, and he lifted his eyebrow and smirked.
God, she loved him all over again!
END CHAPTER 78