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Part Thirty One.....

The First Night


"We will remember this first night forever

After all the songs fade away

And the stage fades to gray

And we will remember this first night together

We'll recall the things that we said

All the foolish dreams in our head

On the night we met..."


He caught her before she could leap out of bed, and pulled her close.

"Buffy," he said clearly, looking her right in the eye. "I AM your husband. I made you my wife in

my world, and very soon, I'll make you my wife in YOUR world as well."

The words surprised her, and she forgot her distress.

"Really?" she asked.

Taking hold of her arms, William rolled her over until he was above her. "Really," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt or argument. "Stay right here."

Buffy watched as he climbed out of bed and fished something from the inner pocket of his coat. Returning to her, he sat beside her and held out a small velvet box.

She sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes and making sure she was covered by the sheet.

He smiled at this action, but said nothing, waiting for her to take the box.

Buffy swallowed hard. "What's that?"

"Why don't you open it and find out?"

Taking a deep breath, she picked up the small box and flipped the catch open, then lifted the lid. When she saw what the box contained, she took in such a gasp of surprise that she had a hard time making herself breathe properly again.

She stared in shock at a diamond solitaire ring, with a stone bigger than a dime. "Is this for me?"

William chuckled. "Of course it's for you. That's your engagement ring. Do you like it?"

Buffy was speechless. She'd never even seen a diamond ring like this one.

"I was going to get a larger stone, but you have such a little hand," he said. Taking the box away from her, he extracted the ring, then took her left hand and kissed it.

He tilted her chin up so that he could look into her eyes.

"Buffy," he said quietly. "I love you more than anything in the entire world. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone before...and I'll love you forever. I can't exist without you. Will you marry me?"


"I'm searching your eyes

Have I seen you somewhere?

You're filling my thoughts with a strange intrigue

I rivet my glance to your every movement

I got a notion your love's in a whole

different league..."


She stared at him for so long that he was beginning to wonder if she'd heard him. "Sweetheart?"

Tears flooded her eyes, and she blinked hard to hold them back. "I'll say I will," she whispered and flung herself into his arms so violently that they toppled over backwards.

Covering his face with kisses, she felt laughter bubbling up inside of her. "That's the best proposal I've ever heard."

William smiled. "Exactly how many men have proposed to you, angelface?"

"Just you," she said seriously. "Unless you count Matthew Bateman, but that was in second grade. He gave me a ring, too. Not as nice as yours, since it came out of a box of cereal."

"Hmm," William said, mussing her hair. "Did you accept?"

Buffy sat up, still keeping herself covered by tucking the sheet under her arms. "Oh, sure. We started making wedding plans and everything. We saw this video on TV of Princess Diana's wedding, and we decided that's how ours was going to be...except bigger."

"So, um" He propped his head on his hand and smiled. "Did he kiss you?"

"He tried to, but I punched him." She shrugged. "That was pretty much the end of the wedding plans."

Completely enchanted with the story, William sat up and pulled her into his lap. "What happened?"

"I accidentally broke his nose. His mother was really mad."

"What did you hit him with?"

"Just my fist," she explained. "But I was pretty strong for a seven year old...guess it was the beginning of the slayer thing."

He squeezed her and gave her a kiss. "You know, I've missed these stories of yours almost as much as your blushes."

Buffy returned the kiss. "I still have the ring," she said. "Even though it turned my finger green."

"Well, mine won't turn your finger green, I promise," he said.

Buffy looked at him like a child on Christmas morning. "Can I wear it now?"

Turning her on his lap until her back was pressed against his chest, he picked up her left hand and slid the ring onto the proper finger. It fit like Cinderella's slipper.

Buffy held it up to the lamplight, fascinated by the sparkle of the gem as she tilted her hand this way and that.

William wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled the side of her neck. "There's a wedding band that goes with it, but if you don't like them you can choose another."

"Are you crazy?" she asked. "I love this, and I know I'll love the wedding band, too. I wouldn't change them for anything."

She leaned back, reclining in his arms. "Will you wear a ring, too?" she asked shyly.

He nodded. "Of course I will."

Buffy sighed, pleased with his answer. "My father never wanted to wear his wedding ring," she said. "He was afraid it would get caught on something while he was working."

William suspected that there was actually a very different reason for her father's un-husbandlike manner, but he said nothing about it.

"I'll take you shopping and let you choose one," he promised.


"And this night shall be the first night

And first nights were made for love

I can taste the action in the air tonight

Hearts are pounding as the sparks ignite.."


Reaching around in front of her with one hand, he tugged gently on the sheet until it began to slip.

Buffy let her head tilt back and rest of his shoulder, thrusting her breasts forward into his waiting palms.

He squeezed them firmly, growling in her ear and

making her giggle.

Then, slipping his hands beneath them, he lifted them slightly and pushed them together as his thumbs swept over her nipples. This action brought a soft whimper of pleasure from her throat.

"Feel good?" he murmured.

"Uh-huh." Her eyes drifted closed as she focused all her senses on his touch. His fingers were gentle as he caressed the hard tips of her breasts, and she could feel his shaft stiffening against her bottom.

Without even thinking about it, she rubbed herself against his erection, making him mutter something unintelligible, and lift his hips slightly.

His tongue swiped over the small scar his bite had left on her skin.

"Are...are you going to....?" Her voice was husky with her desire.

"Not tonight," he answered, licking her again. "On our wedding night, I will."

"Our wedding night," she repeated dreamily.

He nudged her forward until she was stretched out on her stomach, then moved up and over her, keeping his weight from resting fully on her. Starting at the nape of her neck, he licked and kissed every inch of her skin all the way down to her soft bottom.

Pushing her legs apart, he positioned himself between them and began tonguing her sex, probing

and licking until she was panting from the onslaught of pleasure and emotion.

"So sweet," he whispered, drinking in all the precious dew her body was providing him.

"Please..." she murmured brokenly. "I...I need..."

"I know what you need," he said. "I'm going to give it to you."

Sitting up, he pulled her hips until she was on her knees in front of him, bracing her hands on the mattress.

William moved his hand down between them and took hold of himself.

Buffy tensed when she felt him rubbing the head of his penis against her, anointing it in the warm wetness he found.

"Relax, baby," he said, positioning himself for penetration.

She waited, consciously trying to do as he requested.

A few seconds ticked by, and she turned her head. "What are you waiting for?" she asked.

"Just savoring the moment," he said.

"Oh....okay." Not exactly knowing what was expected of her, she waited another ten seconds. "So," she finally said, "what's South America like?"

Smiling, he pushed himself slightly inside. "'s hot.."


A little further in. "And it's moist."

"Really?" Her voice was higher pitched.

"And it's...lush." He was almost completely buried in her.

"Sounds a fun place," she panted.

"Oh, it is. Lots" His final word was delivered through a clenched jaw as he slammed all the way in.


"And this night shall be remembered

Long after the music's gone

And we'll reminisce on the things we said

And we'll fall in love again.."


Taking a firmer hold on her hips, he began to thrust rhythmically. His eyes were glued to the place where they were joined so intimately.

The things that he had taught her came back in a rush, and she started pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts.

"Yes," he muttered. "That's my girl...harder...come on, kitten...really hard now....oh, fuck yes..."

Buffy licked lips that were dry from her harsh panting, then nearly screamed when she felt his fingers moving around in front of her, searching between her thighs.

"Fuck, yes...there...let me play with it...make you wetter...hotter...."

Buffy didn't see how she could possibly BE any wetter and hotter than she already was, but she let him do as he wanted, not caring as long as he kept pounding into her and driving her to a whole new level of passion.


"In the air I can sense a strong attraction

Emotions run wild, are we on the verge?

We've got a hot line to satisfaction

I've got the answer if you've got the urge.."


Without warning, he tumbled to one side, taking her with him, never breaking their connection.

Stretching himself out beneath her, he cupped his hands over her breasts, squeezing and massaging them.

Buffy stared at the ceiling as he continued to slide in and out of her.

He bent his knees and braced his feet on the bed, then told her to put her legs outside of his. This opened her to him even more.

"That's...good..." he grunted, pumping faster. "So fucking tight...unh...unh...yeah..."

She was nearly out of her mind with need when she realized that he had unknowingly placed them in the position she had dreamed about on the night she had begun to wonder whether or not he was ever coming back.

"," he chanted, moving one hand down and cupping her sex, then spreading his fingers for his shaft to slide between. "!"

Miraculously, he increased his already thundering pace, ramming so hard that he lifted her a few inches in the air.

Her body was sending out signals that she was nearly there...ready for the final touches.


"My motor is hot, I'm feeling elation

You came in the night with the right temptation.."


Rolling her over again, he laid fully on top of her, pushing her down into the mattress. His hips nudged her legs farther apart, and he held himself on his forearms.

"Do you feel me, baby?" he whispered in her ear. "Feel me inside of you...feel me fucking your sweet little pussy? Feel my cock sliding in and out of it...fucking it...fucking you..."

Buffy pressed her cheek against the cool cotton sheet, her eyes shut tight as she concentrated.

"You gonna come, babe? Gonna come hard? Gonna do it for me?"

She definitely was, she suddenly realized, feeling the internal contractions begin.

He felt it, too. "Yeah...tighter...tighter...come on, babe...come when I!!"

When she clamped down on him, he delivered his final thrust and emptied his cock into her, flooding her womb, overflowing until it trickled down her thighs and soaked into the sheet.


"And this night shall be the first night

And first nights are made for love

I can taste the action in the air tonight

Hearts are pounding as the sparks ignite

And this night will be remembered

Long after the music's gone

And we'll reminisce on the things we said

All the crazy dreams running through our heads

And we'll fall in love again.."


"Buffy? Honey?"


"You all right?"


"I didn't hurt you, did I?"


He chuckled. "Reduced you to monosyllabic responses, I see."


Planting a hard kiss between her shoulder blades, he rolled off of her and out of bed. "Never mind," he said, holding out one hand. "Come with me."

Buffy, who had been admiring her ring again, allowed him to pull her to her feet. He placed his hands on her shoulders and steered her towards the bathroom.

"But I don't need to go to the bathroom," she said, digging in her heels.

"That's not why I'm taking you there," he informed her, pushing her through the bathroom door. "Want to learn something new?"

Buffy smiled at the familiar words. Since things always worked out to her advantage when he asked her that question, she was agreeable.

Once in the bathroom, he released her and opened the shower door. Turning the handles to start the water, he adjusted the temperature until he had it where he wanted it, then looked at her and beckoned her towards him.


"We will remember this first night forever..."




Part Thirty-two....

Standing Outside The Fire


"We call them cool

Those hearts that have no scars to show

The ones who never do let go

And risk the tables being turned.."


When she didn't move quickly enough, William reached out and grabbed Buffy's hand, hauling her across the bathroom floor so fast that her feet nearly lost contact with it.

"I didn't..." was all she managed to say before he cut her off by taking her mouth in a brutally hard kiss. When he finally released her, her lips felt bruised and she tried to look in the mirror.

"Where do you think YOU'RE going?" he asked, grabbing her around the waist and yanking her up against him. "Get in the shower NOW, Elizabeth!"

Surprised at his harsh tone and his use of her given name, Buffy looked at him with confused eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but he stopped her again by turning her roughly and almost throwing her into the shower stall.

It was an unusually large enclosure, and when she hit the far wall and turned to face him, he had to take a few steps to get hold of her.

"Why are you calling me Elizabeth?" she asked. "Are...are you mad at me or something?" The only reason she could come up with for this kind of treatment was a delayed reaction to seeing her dancing with Xander. "Is this about...."

"Shut up!" he rapped out, placing his hands on her shoulders and turning her to face the shower wall. Pushing her up against the cold tile, he added, "If I wanted you to talk, I'd be asking you questions."

"Yeah, but what did I..."

A sharp slap was administered to her rear, not a terribly painful one, but enough to sting a little.

"Hey!" she protested. "Why..."

Another slap landed on her bottom. "Did I...or did I not...tell you to shut up?"

Buffy's confusion was now beginning to give way to irritation, but before she went off and reminded him just who she was, she had to be clear on one thing.

"Wait a second," she yelled, turning to face him. Then, lowering her voice as though someone might overhear them, she whispered, "Is this one of"

Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, he leaned down and looked into her wide eyes. "Yes," he whispered back.

"Ohh," she smiled and turned back to the wall. "Go ahead."


"We call them fools

Who have to dance within the flame

Who chance the sorrow and the shame

That always come with getting burned.."


It was difficult for him to contain his amusement, but he wanted to show her a different side of things tonight. Forcing down the urge to grab her and cover her with kisses, he slid his hands down her sides and took a firm hold on her hips.

"Were you a good girl while I was gone?" he asked, in a deceptively gentle tone of voice.

"Yes," she nodded. He could hear the laughter in her voice, so he gave her another slap on the rear. "Ow!"

"Don't lie to me," he warned. "Were you a good girl?"

"Um...yes....I mean NO!" she yelped, sensing him drawing his hand back to spank her again. "I was bad. I was very, very bad."

The hand paused in mid-swing.

Buffy turned her head to look at him. "I think you have this backwards," she informed him. "You spank me when I say I was good and then you don't when I say I was bad?"

"That's because you were lying to me when you said you'd been good. I won't punish you for telling the truth." He smacked her ass again. "That's for being bad in the first place."

Buffy reached behind her and rubbed her sore bottom. "Well, that's ME for you...bad to the bone."

Unable to help himself, he chuckled. "Tell me what bad things you did."

There was a long pause. "Everything?" she finally asked.

"You'd BETTER tell me everything," he cautioned her.

Since her sins were hardly of Biblical proportions, she had to improvise. "Let me think," she stalled. "Oh! I had sex with lots of guys...and...and girls. We had orgies."

William sighed. "Do you even KNOW what an orgy is?"

"Sure, I do," Buffy insisted. "I went to...three or four a week."

"Liar," he said, smacking her again. He leaned against her and rubbed his cock in the cleft of her ass.

Which was really starting to hurt. "Could so hard?" she requested.

He answered her by tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her head back. "Now you know what it means to be a vampire's wife," he hissed in her ear.

Figuring that it was time to start participating, Buffy elbowed him in the abdomen and stomped down on his foot as hard as she could.

The blow caught him by surprise, and he doubled over at the force of it.

"Now YOU know," she said, turning to face him, "what it means to be a slayer's...oh!...are you all right?"

"Fine thanks," he said through clenched teeth. "Why don't we try something else?"


"But you've got to be tough

When consumed by desire

Cause it's not enough just to

Stand outside the fire..."


"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Buffy watched as William tied her wrists to the brass headboard of the bed, using her torn apart pantyhose for manacles. Her ankles were already bound to the footboard.

"It's not that I don't want to," she assured him. "It's lots of fun, but...what if there's a fire?"

He smiled. "I promise to untie you."

Cinching the final knot tight, he moved to lie down next to her.

"I know!" she said brightly. "Why don't we go and do something in public?"

"Sweetheart," he said, with complete sincerity. "I think you'll enjoy this, but just tell me if you want to stop."

"Don't worry...I will."


"We call them strong

Those who can face this world alone

Who seem to get by on their own

Those who will never take the fall.."


William rolled out of bed and reached for his trousers.

"What...what are you doing?" Buffy asked anxiously.

"I'll be right back," he promised, heading for the door.

"What do you MEAN you'll be right back?!" she squeaked. "Be right back from where?" Feeling a mild panic begin to rise inside of her, she pulled against her bonds.

"Baby...relax," he soothed her. "I'm just going to the car, I swear." He had to smile at her worried little face. "Sweetheart," he said. "I wouldn't leave you here, tied to the bed."

"Well...why are going to the car?" she asked uncertainly.

"I have some things for you that I want to get."

"I don't need anything," she said quickly. "Really. I'm fine."

The car was no more than ten feet from the cottage door, she knew that. Still...tied to a bed and suddenly seemed a lot farther away. Anything could happen.

William watched the play of her emotions, plain on her pretty face for anyone to see. "Buffy," he said quietly. "Don't you trust me?"

Well, how could she NOT, after him saying a thing like that?

"I trust you," she said weakly, then took in a deep breath. "Hurry back?"


"We call them weak

Who are unable to resist

The slightest chance love might exist

And for that forsake it all..."


TBC (later today)




Part Thirty-three.....



Standing Outside the Fire, cont...




"They're so hell bent on giving

Walking a wire

Convinced it's not living

If you stand outside the fire.."



Buffy counted to ten five times, waiting for William to come back. When he didn't appear, she counted again, inserting the word Mississippi in between each numeral.


While she waited, she gave her bonds an experimental tug. She could probably break free if she tried hard enough. Problem was, the knots were cinched so snugly that she couldn't get any slack to yank against, and this particular brand of pantyhose was advertised as being extremely resistant to tearing.


This was her mother's fault. Her and her "You get what you pay for" mentality. "Always buy the'll save money in the long run," was another one of her mantras, along with, "Sure you may pay a little more for it, but it'll last longer." 


Of course, her mom had never even considered the thought that the pantyhose might be used for anything other than it's original purpose.


Wondering just how the hell she managed to get herself into these predicaments, she jumped when she heard a voice from the doorway.


"Now what on earth is going through your mind to make you look so worried?" 


 He closed and locked the door, then placed a small box on the floor next to the bed.


"A...big math test on Monday," she replied, wishing she could think faster on her feet. "I'm pretty sure I'm gonna fail it."


He wasn't buying it. "Uh-huh," he said, sitting down beside her. "And what makes you so sure you're going to fail?"


"Well," she said casually, as though she wasn't lying on a bed trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, "mostly past experience. I'm not very good at math. My friend Willow...she's the girl you saw with the red hair...she's the math wiz. She can square root to the pi of the common denominator of the difference between two variables like a champion. I'm lucky I can find my classroom half the time."


William looked impressed. "That little girl?"


"Mm-hmm."  Buffy glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He looked a bit TOO impressed. "On the other hand...she's afraid of frogs and she turned a zillion year old demon loose on the Internet."


He laughed. "I see. Well...I don't want you to fail your test, angel, so you'll have to study twice as hard tomorrow....because I'm not letting you go anywhere at the moment. I've been away too long, and I'm nowhere near ready to take you home."



"Standing out side the fire

Standing outside the fire

Life is not tried, it is merely survived

If you're standing outside the fire.."



Leaning over, he reached into the box on the floor and brought out....Buffy shut her eyes tight for a moment, afraid that she might see some bizarre contraption that she either had to wriggle into, climb up on, or swing from...but when she opened them she was surprised to see he had nothing more disturbing in his hands than...


"What's that?"


"It's a massage oil, sweetheart," he explained, unscrewing the cap and pouring a small amount into his cupped palm. "It warms up when it makes contact with your skin."


Rubbing his hands together, he then placed them on her shoulders and began to knead the warming oil into her flesh.


She got a whiff of it. "Ooh...strawberry!" she exclaimed brightly.


"Yes. They were out of chocolate."


What he was doing with his hands felt so good, so relaxing, that she completely forgot she was hogtied to the bed. Her muscles quivered and relaxed beneath the deep massage he was giving



"That feel good, darling?"


"Mmmmm...yeah," she murmured. "If I was a cat...I'd be purring."


"I'll make you purr," he promised. "My little kitten."


He poured another capful of oil and began to apply it to her breasts.


This maneuver wiped the dreamy smile right off her face.


"Oh!  That stuff really IS warm, isn't it?"


"Mm-hm."  He concentrated his efforts on her tight nipples.


Buffy licked her lips.   He noticed, and brought one finger to her mouth.


"Taste," he ordered.


She obeyed without thinking twice, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the oil tasted as yummy as it smelled. Capturing his finger in her mouth, she sucked it, making him gasp.


Opening her eyes, she glanced down and saw that he had somehow gotten his pants off again, and his erection was almost painful looking.


"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.


"I'm hanging on by my fingernails," he informed her. "But I'll manage."



"There's a love that is burning

Deep in my soul

Constantly yearning to get

Out of control..."



He made his way down her upper torso, pausing to tickle her tummy just for the pleasure of hearing her laugh.


The oil was deliciously warm and the room smelled like some exotic dessert.


William moved to the end of the bed, and oiled her inner thighs. When he was finished, he bent his head and began kissing the taut muscles that his fingers slipped over so deliciously.


Applying his tongue to the juncture of her thighs and hips, he licked and kissed her to a near frenzy.


"Aren't you....why don't you...?" she panted, blushing at the idea of making a request herself.


He took pity on her. "I will. I wanted to do something else first."


Oh, great.  "Like what?" she asked.


Grinning, he reached down into the box.


"Oh!  Well, that looks like fun," she commented as he removed the top from a spray can of whipping cream. He sprayed a line across her tummy, and she squeaked at the cold on top of the warm oil. "If I had know that you just wanted to eat stuff off of me, I wouldn't have been so....." She stopped short.


William glanced up at her. "Been so what, angelface?"


"Nothing," she said. "Never mind."


"Tell me," he insisted. "Come on...did you think I was going to produce a whip and a chair?"


Buffy smiled uneasily. "Not....exactly."  Then, trying to distract him, she said, "Boy, I like whipped cream, too. Can I lick it off you?"


His eyebrows arched at the unaccustomed boldness of his usually reticent bride. "If you'll tell me where you want to lick it off of?" he prompted.


She looked at him, confused. "Off of"


"Any particular part of me?" he asked.


Buffy swallowed hard, determined to see this through and prove she wasn't an innocent little nitwit anymore. " your" She cleared her throat. "...penis."



"Wanting to fly

Higher and higher

I can't abide

Standing outside the fire..."



"Off my....."  He was trying so hard not to laugh. "I, um...I think that could be arranged," he said, reaching up to untie the knots of her bindings.


"Good," she said. "My circulation was starting to get cut off."


Releasing her, he rubbed her wrists. "Well, sweetheart, why didn't you tell me?  I didn't want this to be painful for you."


"Oh, I'm all right," she assured him. "I've had lots worse than this happen when I've been tied up."


He glanced at her. "I'm almost afraid to ask..."



"Standing outside the fire

Standing outside the fire

Life is not tried, it is merely survived

If you're standing outside the fire..."





(okay, I'm sorry if this chapter disappoints. I just couldn't seem to write this 'bondage-domination' stuff with a straight face. I've been struggling with it for days and it keeps coming out as funny, not sexy.  I guess I'm not cut out for the kinky, so I'll leave it to those who know how to do it properly, and get back to basics in the nexr chapter. Sorry)



Part Thirty-four.....

Quiet Moments


"Oh, my love

The evening light is catching colors in your eyes

Take another glass of wine

And lay your body next to mine.."


"I was tied to a chair once by an invisible girl."

William leaned back against the headboard. "An invisible girl?" he echoed. "Oh, this I have to hear."

Buffy pulled the sheet up and draped it over her naked body. "Well...her name was Marcie and she went to my school. I guess she didn't make very many friends, and she felt kind of...ignored. So..after a while she began to fade out and then...poof. Invisible."

"All right, but why did she tie you to a chair?"

"Oh, because she was nuts," Buffy shrugged. "She decided to kidnap me and Cordelia...that's the girl Xander's going saw her earlier, remember?"

"The dark haired beauty?" he smiled. "I remember her from before. The night we met."

Buffy punched him lightly on the arm. "Enough with the noticing other girls...especially my friends."

William chuckled, pulling her close. "Other girls? Do you mean to tell me there are other girls on the planet?"

"Ha-ha," Buffy replied smartly. "Anyway...she tied us both to a chair and she was about to do some custom plastic surgery on Cordelia..."

"She didn't hurt you, did she?" he interjected.

"No," she shook her head. "I managed to get loose after she made the first cut on Cordy. I figured out where she was standing and I kicked her in the stomach. She fell down and a piece of curtain or something fell on top of her. Then I could see her and....that was that."

Buffy picked up the can of whipped cream and sprayed some onto her finger, then sucked it off. "This is really good," she said, spraying a portion of the cream into her mouth.

"Glad you like it," William murmured, scooping a stray smear of the dessert topping off her chin. "Any other adventures in bondage you'd care to share?"

"Oh...let me think," she said, wrinkling her nose. "I guess there was the time I was supposed to be sacrificed to a demon by a bunch of frat boys...but, technically, I wasn't tied up..."

"Well, that's good to..."

"I was chained up," she finished.

"Good God," William muttered, shaking his head. "You might want to think about writing some of this down someday, angelface. Your life would make a wonderful television program."

"Yeah, right," Buffy snickered.


"Tell me all the things you've done

Since you went away this morning

These quiet moments make my day

We must never let them slip away.."


"How are you doing in school, sweetheart?"

"So-so," Buffy said, avoiding his eyes. "It depends on which one of my teachers you're talking to."

William's mouth turned up at the corners. "What's your worst subject?" he asked.

"Oh, gosh.." she pondered, "let me think. Well, there's math, which I already told you about. Next, I guess, is biology. I don't much like it. I do enough hacking things up as it is." She thought for a moment. "I'm really good in P.E.," she added, brightening up. "I can out jump and out run everyone in my class."

"I'm not surprised," he said. "But, you have an unfair advantage over the rest of your class."

"That's not MY fault," she said.

"True," he admitted. " study math, biology, and...."


"P.E.," he repeated. "Is that all that occupies your days, school girl?"

Buffy made a face. "Conversational French is a nightmare."

"Is it?"

"Yeah," she said fervently. "Who needs it, anyway? I'm not likely to run into any French speaking vampires, am I?"

William pulled her down until she was laying flat on her back. He bent his head, and whispered, "Vous savez que vous etes la fille plus belle au monde, et que je t'aime avec tout je suis? Vous etes ma vie...que vous etes mon vous aime."

Buffy stared up at him, speechless.

"Now," he said, smiling. "If you had learned your lessons properly, you'd know what that means."

There was a long pause. "You wouldn't want to do my homework for me, would you?" she asked.

"No," he said. "But I'll help you with it."

"Tell me what you said."

He kissed her, nuzzling her cheek. "Do you know that you're the most beautiful girl in the world, and that I love you with everything I am. You're my're my love...I cherish you."

Buffy almost melted into the bedclothes. "That's so romantic," she sighed, placing one small hand on his cheek. "Um...what do you know about biology?"


"People everywhere the same

So busy they don't get together


"Do you speak any other languages?"

"Human or demon?"


"A few," he replied, wrapping his arm more firmly around her.

Buffy craned her head back to look at him. "Like what?"

"Italian. Spanish. Some Russian. Little bit of Greek."

"Greek? Say something in Greekish," she requested.

William laughed, squeezing her tight.


"Close enough," he said. "Thelo na se gamiso."

"What's it mean?"

He shrugged, half smiling. "Means I want to fuck you," he said, then waited for the all over body blush he expected.

And he got it.

Hesitating for only half a beat, she skipped off in another direction. "Is that part of the vampire

package...knowing different languages?"

"If it is," he said, "then I'm not aware of it. I learned long before I was turned."

"You mean at school?"

William nodded. "I didn't really go to school, not the way you mean," he explained. "I was tutored by an Oxford scholar until I left for University."

"What?" she asked. "You mean you never went to school with the other kids? didn't go to dances and...stuff?"

"I attended dances, but they had nothing to do with a school."

Buffy was almost ready to cry. It sounded to her like a lonely childhood and adolescence, and it

broke her heart. "What did you do for fun?"

"I wrote poetry," he answered. "Terrible...TERRIBLE..poetry."

"Really?" She was excited. "I wrote a poem for my mother when I was in third grade. It got printed in the newspaper on Mother's day."

William played with her hair. "You like poetry, then?"

"Oh, yeah," she nodded, trying to sound as though great poetry was nothing new to her. "I love it."

He sighed, and smiled at her with all the love in the world shining in his eyes.

"She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright,

Meet in her aspect, and her eyes,"

Buffy couldn't take her eyes off him as he spoke. If there had ever been a voice created for the purpose of speaking such belonged to him.

"Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace,

Which waves in every...golden...tress

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear, their dwelling place."

His finger traced the curve of her cheek, then moved down to touch her lips.

"And on that cheek, and o'er that brow

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below

A heart whose love is innocent."

It was probably the single most romantic moment in her life.

"That was NOT terrible poetry," she said firmly. "Who told you it was terrible?"


"So these quiet moments make my day.."


William fell over onto his back, laughing. "Well," he said, when he was able to speak, "you're right about that, angel. It's not terrible poetry. It's also not mine."

"Oh," Buffy said, her cheeks stained his favorite shade of pink. "I thought..." she shrugged.

"No," he said tenderly, shaking his head. "Lord Byron wrote that particular piece."

"He a friend of yours?" she asked.

"No, sweetheart," he replied, stroking her hair. "He died long before I was born. However...I have been told that we had a lot in common."

She narrowed her eyes. "By who?"

"Never mind," he said quickly. One subject he really didn't care to discuss with her was any similarities between him and George Gordon...mostly claimed by ladies of his acquaintance,

and a female vamp or two who had known them both.

Anxious to smooth over her mistake, she rolled onto her tummy and hovered over him. "I know some poetry, too," she informed him. "Want to hear it?"

He smiled. "Absolutely, I do."

Although she took a deep breath before she began to speak, she didn't have any real trouble calling up this particular verse. After failing an exam in English due to lack of reading the study material, her teacher had made her copy it out on a sheet of notebook paper ten times. She cleared her throat.

"What now, the radiance that was so bright

Be forever taken from my sight

Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;

We will grieve not,

Rather find strength in what remains behind."

Without missing a beat, he picked up where she left off.

"In the primal sympathy, which having been must ever be;

In the soothing thoughts that spring out of human suffering;

In the faith that looks through death;

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

And, oh, ye fountains, meadows, hills and groves,

Forebode not any severing of our loves."

Buffy propped her head on her hand. "Do you like that one?"

"Very much," he nodded. "Wordsworth."

She smiled and snuggled closer. "Tell me more."


"Just to sit with you

And drift away..."



Part Thirty-five....

Making Love Out of Nothing At All


"I know just how to whisper

And I know just how to cry

I know just where to find the answers

And I know just how to lie..."


"I feel all sticky," Buffy announced. "I'm gonna go and take a shower."

William looked at her, with definite intent. "Can I come along, too?" he asked politely.

She smiled. "If you promise not to spank me."

"All right," he said, holding up his hands. "I've never been one to not admit when I've made a mistake. I realize now that you're not the type of girl one spanks."

Buffy climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom, with her lover right on her heels. She gathered up the various bath gel and shampoo bottles offered by the hotel, while William spun the knobs on the shower and adjusted the temperature of the water.

When the shower door clicked closed behind him, he reached for a bath sponge and the bottle of peach scented body wash. After squirting a large portion of the fragrant soap into the sponge, he made Buffy stand still while he washed her from head to toe.

Although he was all business at the moment, the feeling of the soft sponge moving over her skin was making the hot blood rise up in her. But every time she tried to start something, he pushed her hands away and continued soaping her up and rinsing her off.

He was so thorough that she began to get impatient.

"You know, we weren't exactly rolling around in the mud," she reminded him.

He grinned at her. "Sounds like fun," he said, moving her under the warm spray. His hands slipped up and down her soap slickened torso, paying careful attention to her breasts.


"I know just how to fake it

And I know just how to scheme

I know just when to face the truth

And then I know just when to dream.."


Wondering if he was ever going to get down to the real purpose of taking communal showers, Buffy placed her hand on his chest and shoved him away.

"I don't need any more help," she said, turning around and letting the hot water gush over her once more. "I'm clean, now." She moved past him and started to open the shower door.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, grabbing her hand off the door latch.

"Out," she said. "I'm as clean as I'm ever gonna get."

He laughed and pulled her back. "Well, I'm not."

"That's your problem," she shrugged. "Grab the soap and sponge and take care of it."

As hard as she was trying to sound serious, William could see the little smile that kept appearing and disappearing on her lips.

"Oh, I don't think so," he said sternly, tightening his arm around her. "You stay right here."

"But I don't want to." She pushed his arm away.

"But I'm telling you to."

"You're not the boss of me," she protested loudly.

"Yes, I am," he replied. "I'm your husband."


"And I know just where to touch you

And I know just what to prove

I know when to pull you closer

And then I know when to let you loose.."


"Well," she shrugged. "Sort of."

Taking her by her upper arms, he pulled her naked body close to his. "There's no 'sort of' about it, Buffy. I AM your every way that truly matters."

Buffy swallowed hard, wondering if she was pushing this too far. He didn't normally mind being teased, but he also didn't want to be challenged about his place in her life. She had gotten a dose of THAT reality when he had turned on Xander and practically ordered him to back off, then announced to everyone just who he was.

"Maybe," she said softly, unsure exactly what she was inviting, "I don't want you to be my husband right now.."

He frowned, and his eyes briefly flashed golden anger.

"Maybe," she continued quickly, "right now I want you to be mate."

Without hesitating, he changed. His eyes became pure gold, and his features rearranged themselves. When he parted his lips, she saw the gleam of his fangs as they descended. When he spoke, his voice was deeper.

"Are you certain this is what you want?" he asked.

Buffy wasn't certain of anything at the moment. But she had started this and she was going to see it through.

Besides, there was a definite amount of shivery excitement in the the idea...of being taken by him this way.

Plus...she knew he would never hurt her, no matter what incarnation he was in. She had complete faith in that.

"Yes." She nodded, a little nervously. "I'm...I'm certain. Really!" she said when he looked skeptical. "I am!"


"And I know the night is fading

And I know the time's gonna fly

And I'm never gonna tell you

Everything I gotta tell you

But I know I gotta give it a try.."


"Like living dangerously, do you?" the vampire queried.

"Oh...not particularly," Buffy replied honestly.

He chuckled. "And yet you're standing there like Venus on the half shell...tempting and teasing."

"Who me?"

He responded to the question by pushing her against the tile, pinning her there with his own


Then, to her complete and utter astonishment, he made a sound she'd never heard him make before.

"Are...are you growling at me?"

Taking a grip on her wet hair, he yanked her head back and lunged at her exposed throat.

Before she was able to process THAT maneuver, he bit down just hard enough to break the skin, the licked away the tiny drop of blood that had surfaced.

That slight infusion of slayer's blood empowered him even further. He tightened his hold on her and began to kiss and nuzzle her vulnerable flesh.


"And I know the roads to riches

And I know the ways to fame

I know all the rules and then

I know how to break 'em

And I always know the name of the game."


William suddenly scooped her up in his arms. Pushing the slower door open with one foot, he carried her out of the bathroom.

Buffy was surprised when, instead of taking her to the bed, he knelt and laid her down on the floor. The carpet was plush and comfortable, but when she opened her mouth to say something, he hushed her by lying down beside her and covering it with his.

All thought of protest on her part skittered away from her like dry leaves in a Santa Ana wind. Kissing him when he was in full vampire mode was a brand new experience for her, and as usual, she examined each new sensation and filed them away for later perusal.

His tongue, which was normally soft in texture, felt a little rougher...almost like a cat's tongue. The kiss was wetter than usual, too, so there had to be an increase in saliva. Not unappealing. In fact quite the was downright juicy.

Of course, the biggest difference was the teeth. When he pressed his lips down hard on hers, she could feel the pressure of his elongated cuspids.

He coaxed her tongue into his mouth, and she explored the sharp tips of his fangs carefully. Then, gathering up all her nerve, she purposely nicked her tongue on one of them, drawing blood.

"Mmmph," he grunted. Aroused almost to the point of madness at the taste of her blood, he deepened the kiss and sucked on the small wound.

Though he only nursed mere droplets from the cut, they seemed to warm him and enrich his already dominant vitality, feeding from her life force like an infant taking nourishment at it's mother's breast.

It was an intimacy of the purest kind, this exchange of precious bodily fluids, and Buffy found herself feeling sorry for people who lived all their lives never knowing this type of communion.


"But I don't know how to leave you

And I'll never let you fall

And I don't know how you do it

Making love...out of nothing at all.."


Leaving her slightly swollen lips, he mouthed the soft skin of her cheeks, moistening it heavily with his wet and talented tongue.

Buffy closed her eyes and tipped her head back as he moved on to new territory. Down the side of her neck he traveled, leaving a shiny, wet trail behind him.

He nuzzled her breasts with soft snarls and grunts emanating from deep in his throat. For some reason, the sounds he was making reminded her of the time her Girl Scout troop had left the urban sprawl of Los Angeles and been taken to a real working farm.

There had been a brand new litter of piglets on display. Greedy little things that stepped on and

trampled their brothers and sisters in search of mother's milk, they'd been unwilling to sit back and wait for their turn.

The piglets had been making the same little impatient "pay attention to ME" grunts that she

was hearing now.

It was exciting her unbearably, and she cupped her hand beneath one breast, lifting it and offering it to him.

Instinctively, he latched on to her nipple, startling her and making her jump at the ferocity he was demonstrating. He suckled at her so strongly that she wouldn't have been surprised to find herself suddenly lactating.


"Every time I see you, all the rays of the sun

Are all streaming through the waves in your hair

And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eye

Like a spotlight.."


He handled her body roughly, turning her this way and that for his own satisfaction. Sucking and licking and biting, he made his way down her abdomen to her....

Oh, dear.

She was beginning to rethink her bright idea of having "Intercourse With The Vampire."

Biting her tongue was one thing. She wasn't even remotely interested in having him bite ANYTHING between her legs.

If she lived a thousand years, Buffy would never even begin to understand the appeal of having the most personal places on one's body pierced.

Taking a shower after P.E., she'd caught quick glimpses of girls with pierced nipples and...she

shuddered just thinking about it...labias.

Every time she saw it, she would squirm uncomfortably, squeezing her thighs together, unable to

imagine how painful such a procedure must be.

She couldn't do it, she knew that for a fact. She'd rather face down the devil himself holding a pitchfork with her name on it, than drop her pants and let some stranger poke holes in places God had never intended holes to be.

How anyone could stand it, she didn't know. For herself, people on the other side of the planet would hear her screaming her head off.

Body piercing, indeed. They should call it what it REALLY was...flesh puncturing.


"The beating of my heart is a drum, and it's lost

And it's looking for a rhythm like you

You can take the darkness from the pit of the night

And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright


She must have been unconsciously trying to slither out of his grasp, because he tightened his hold on her and growled, "Be still."

Wondering how hard she would have to hit him if he suddenly decided to "claim" her all over again, she raised herself on one elbow and patted him on the head.

"You know, I really don't think I need that tonight," she assured him. "I'm good to go."

William looked up at her with those hypnotizing eyes. "I need it," he said firmly, then lowered his head and licked her slowly from bottom to top, never breaking eye contact.

"Oh!" Buffy inhaled sharply at the sudden burst of pleasure, dropping back down on the rug. "All right," she said agreeably, willing to let him do pretty much anything he long as he did THAT again.


"I've gotta follow it

Cause everything I know

Well, it's nothing till I give it to you.."


That rough tongue felt indescribable as it licked and licked and licked her into a frenzy, not

gently, but hard, and fast, and ruthlessly thorough.

Probing and licking and sucking, and he was kissing her, kissing it and it was so damn good that she never wanted him to stop. Keep licking...lick harder, yes..and faster and now he was inside, so deep inside, and he was stretching his tongue to impossible lengths. good, so wonderful and good and more, she wanted more and then there were his teeth, they were there on her, she could feel them and he wasn't biting, wasn't hurting at all and oh, she would let him do this forever, as long as he wanted to she would let him, because it was so, so

good, and God, she was so close, so don't close...oh...oh...oh...yes..yes..YES!

She came so hard that she nearly passed out.

Before she knew what was happening, her mate...her demon lover...was turning her over onto her stomach.

He grabbed her hips, and yanked back hard until her bottom was in the air and her cheek was pressed to the carpet.

Without a shred of hesitation, he plunged into her, sending his shaft in all the way with one stroke, and with another impressive growl, an even louder one this time. So loud that the neighbors must surely be wondering what kind of critter she had caged up in here.


"I can make the runner stumble

I can make the final block

And I can make every tackle

At the sound of the whistle

I can make all the stadiums rock.."


He found his rhythm quickly, thrusting in and pulling out.

The pleasure burned in her sex, radiating out over the rest of her body until she felt it in her fingertips and her toes.

He felt enormous inside of her, thick and long, stretching her to mold around his erection. Buffy

dug her nails into the carpet, feeling his strong hands gripping her tighter with every thrust.

She whimpered with the sensation as it raced up and down her spine.

William leaned forward then, bracing himself on one hand and reaching for her breast with the other. He pinched and tugged on her hard nipple, playing with it.

His thrusts became faster and harder, and the pleasure was coiling up inside of her like a spring.

Grunting and growling like a wild creature, he pounded into her madly in short, hard strokes.

Buffy convulsed beneath him as her climax raced through her, stealing all her control and free


Behind her, her mate rammed in one final time, and roared out his own orgasm.


"I can make tonight forever

Or I can make it disappear by the dawn

And I can make you every promise

That has ever been made

And I can make all your demons be gone.."


When he tumbled to the floor beside her, Buffy's mate was gone, and her husband was there,

looking at her from azure blue eyes once again.

Then, locking her gaze with his, not uttering one word...he told her how much he loved her.

She smiled and sighed deeply.

"I love you, too."


"But I'm never gonna make it without you

Do you really want to see me crawl

And I'm never gonna make it like you do

Making love....out of nothing at all..."


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