The Slayer
& The Poet
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Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer
belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Same goes for any characters from Angel
that should appear. Any other characters are mine and may be used for other
fanfic (Just note that they’re mine if you use them.)
Content rating note: This fic is rated NC-17.
Continuity note: Follows Stanza the
4th. This story takes place in an AU season 6, in which Buffy
didn’t die at the end of season five. This is only important to know for Buffy
and the girls’ state of mind since this is set in 1880. Spoilers for “Fool for
Love” and a little “Lies My Parents Told Me.”
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1
William sat at his writing desk
composing the most important poem he had ever written. After being so
encouraged by the previous two calls he had made to Miss Buffy, he decided that
he would confess his love. With a poem. He felt certain that she wouldn’t
reject him outright. That she would at least give him chance as her suitor. And
he couldn’t bear to keep his love silent any longer.
William sighed. It was far
from perfect but it would have to do. He made a final copy using his best
script. If she accepted his love, he would make a gift of the poem as he had
done with the others.
Before he left the house, he
made sure to remember to bring the box of chocolates he’d purchased for Miss
Buffy after he’d had his daily lunch with her and the girls. They were cherry
cordials. He remembered her mentioning them during their chat last night.
Somehow their conversation had turned to sweets.
At the very least, she won’t
reject me as Cecily did, he thought.
2
Pleasuring herself to
fantasies of William last night had taken the edge off, but Buffy was still in
serious want mode. She hadn’t felt this hormonal over a guy since Angel. Riley
didn’t count because she didn’t feel totally hormonal about him until after
they’d had sex and she’d never ‘gone down south’ over him.
Buffy was interrupted from
her thoughts by a knock at the door and a prod from Willow.
“C’mon, Buffy. William’s
here,” Willow said.
“No card today?” Buffy asked
standing up from the bay window seat.
“He sent a card. You were
just in
“Oh,” Buffy said.
“Good evening, Miss Buffy,”
said William as he walked over to her. He was holding a gold foil-gilded box of
chocolates and a piece of parchment. He didn’t want to lose his courage and so
decided to keep the poem out.
“Good evening, William,”
said Buffy.
Then William paid brief
respects to Miss Willow and Miss Tara. The group was standing in a clump at the
end of the couch near the bay window. William wanted to read the love poem to
Buffy in private, but he would give the chocolates to her now, he decided.
“I- I’ve brought some
chocolates for you, Miss Buffy,” he said holding them out slightly. “Ch-Cherry
cordials,” he added.
“You’re so sweet, William~.
That’s why I love you,” Buffy said, the words tumbling from her mouth before
she could think to stop them.
William’s breath caught in
his throat as he tried to gasp. The chocolates and the poetry fell to the floor
with a thump and a flutter, respectively.
“Oh, Miss Buffy~ Can it be
true?!” he asked looking at her with tender vulnerability.
“It wasn’t the way I had
envisioned telling you, but yes,” she said a bit sheepishly.
William gave her a look of
heartbreaking awe and then he grabbed her hand up in his and exclaimed, “Oh,
Miss Buffy, I was going to confess my love to you this very night~! I never
imagined that you would return my love right away, let alone confess it first!”
“Poetry, chocolates and
a confession of love? I must be the luckiest girl in all of
William was in absolute
rapture. “Oh, Miss Buffy, to be loved by you is a miracle~! You’re a goddess!
An angel! I love you! I love you!” he exclaimed, kissing her hand passionately
back to front and then her wrist.
Buffy was quite stunned at
first. It’s like uncorking a bottle~, Buffy thought.
Soon her mind focused on his
lips moving over her skin and she lost all train of thought as desire washed
over her. She felt it pool at her sex and threaten to drip down her leg. She
now regretted not wearing underwear. The day had been hot and she wasn’t doing
any physical activities, so she had forgone the bloomers.
As William attempted to push
up her sleeve to gain access to more of her arm, he suddenly snapped to his
senses and pulled his lips and hands away from her in a panic. “Oh, Miss Buffy,
I beg your pardon~! That was awfully- awfully forward of me! Please-
please, forgive me!”
“Huh?” Buffy said dumbly,
her arm still outstretched. She was feeling very much like a puddle of goo. “Oh,
no, don’t apologize~ That was nice~,” she said coming to her senses a little.
She looked at him lovingly, her face flushed.
Now it was William’s turn to
be stunned. He stood there, his own face flushed, and blinked at her.
An idea struck her and Buffy
moved forward, outstretched both her arms and put them around his head. Then
she tilted her head up, closed her eyes, and parted her lips slightly in
preparation for a kiss. And waited.
William stared down at her,
unsure of what to do. Can it be that she actually wants me to kiss her? he
wondered. And then he thought, Why not? We have confessed our love…
William took a breath and then bent his head down to kiss Buffy’s lips.
A thrill went through her as
she finally felt his lips on hers. He was pretty good for a beginner.
Tentative, but very nice. And she couldn’t help but smile against his lips a
little. He broke the kiss briefly and then his lips were on hers again. William
had gotten a taste and wanted more. This time he was less tentative and he pressed
his lips firmly to Buffy’s as he had with her hand. Buffy responded in kind,
moving her lips over his and pulling closer to him.
William’s hands went to her
hips and then moved around to the small of her back as if of their own volition
as she pressed herself to him. He began to get hard, but paid his stiffening
manhood no mind. He was too focused on the sensation of their kissing to think
of anything else at the moment.
Buffy noticed however, and thus
encouraged, brought her tongue out of her mouth and ran it over the lips
currently pressed to hers. A short whimper escaped him at the sensation but he
did not pull away, and so Buffy continued to coax his mouth open with her
tongue. Finally she succeeded, slipped her tongue all the way in, and was rewarded
with a shaky moan from William. He hugged her even more firmly to himself
resulting in the sudden full awareness of his now unbearably hard member.
William gasped sharply in
one long drag and then backed away from her as if she were made of fire. His
butt bumped the end of the couch and he felt as if his knees would buckle. He
felt dizzy and horrified and aroused all at the same time, leaving him frozen
and speechless. What could he say? His erection was too prominent not to have
been noticed.
And notice it she did. She
had felt it against her abdomen and could now see it straining against his
trousers, creating a sizable bulge at the crotch. Buffy’s own incredible
arousal was tempered only by the horrified expression on his face.
“It’s okay, William,” she
said in a soothing voice, walking towards him. “We’re in love, right? So, it’s
okay.”
The horrified expression on William’s face was then replaced by one of awe. “It’s all right, because we’re in love,” he whispered, barely audible. It was the same philosophy he had held since even before he’d read ‘The Spirituality of Love.’ It was a philosophy formed by the Romantic Poets he loved to read so dearly.
“That’s right,” Buffy said
smiling and relieved that he wasn’t going to freak out after all.
“How did you come to have
that philosophy, Miss Buffy?” he asked smiling in wonder.
“How did you?” Buffy
asked with a clever smile.
“The Poets…and books,” he
said almost breathless.
Buffy nodded and said, “I don’t
know, for me. I’ve just always felt that way. And you can just call me Buffy,
now. Without the ‘Miss’ don’t you think?”
William nodded, the awed
expression still plastered on his face now mingling with a very sappy I love
you expression.
Buffy put her hands on his
shoulders and peered into his face. “William, I have something very important
to tell you…”
William nodded earnestly.
“William…I know you’re a virgin…but I’m not,” she said gripping his lapels and smoothing them down nervously. He looked understandably shocked and she decided to press on before he could respond. “I…I was married. It was annulled,” she continued. As liberal as he seemed to be, she decided not to press her luck and went with the safest story she could come up with. “He…he cheated on me with a prostitute and then blamed me for the infidelity saying that I didn’t love him enough and then he left me.” It was Riley she thought about and even though they hadn’t been married, the rest was basically true.
William’s face had changed
from a look of shock to one of deep concern for her.
“My Mother and the rest of
the town were so upset that … the mayor…had it annulled. We were a close
community,” she continued. Buffy laughed inside her head at the thought of the
Mayor annulling her fake marriage at the behest of the citizens of Sunnydale.
“All the records and files related to my marriage were burned and stricken from
the record,” she finished.
“Oh, Miss Buffy~ Buffy, I’m
so sorry. How terrible that such a thing befell you,” said William. “At least
the mayor had the decency to have it annulled for you.”
Buffy smiled at that.
“I just wanted you to know
before we got any further involved. I didn’t want to pretend to be anything
less than what I am with you. When I make love to you, I want to be able to do
it with all I’ve got,” Buffy said.
The look of concern on
William’s face was replaced with another very sappy look of love. “You haven’t
read a book called ‘The Spirituality of Love,’ by any chance, have you?” he
asked dreamily.
“It’s the only place where
I’ve ever seen the term ‘make love’ applied,” said William.
“I’m sure I saw it in some
book, I just don’t remember the title,” Buffy said, hoping that would satisfy
him.
William nodded and continued
to look at her adoringly.
All worries now set aside or taken care of, Buffy pressed herself to William lightly and brushed her lips against his. He had softened a bit while they were talking, not too surprising considering the somewhat sad circumstances of her “annulment”, but she could still feel a bulge at his crotch as she hugged herself to him.
Soon they were kissing
deeply again and Buffy began trying to coax his tongue into her mouth. William
made happy little noises as Buffy’s tongue twisted and moved over his. His cock
was rock hard again in a matter of moments.
Then, when he finally
slipped his tongue in her mouth, she sucked on it causing him to moan and
whimper and his knees to finally buckle. His butt hit the arm of the couch,
stopping his descent to the floor. He sat there for a bit, panting and
quivering. His hands had returned to her hips during his stumble and he groaned
loudly when Buffy moved them up to her breasts. He would have spent just then,
if they hadn’t been distracted by the chiming of the clock.
William groaned again, this
time in disappointment. Their time was up. It was late. And he should be
going. But he couldn’t go in the condition he was in. William didn’t even think
biting his cheek would help this time.
“Do you have to go?” Buffy
asked, her eyes begging him to stay.
“I- I don’t want to…And I
can’t in this condition…” William said solemnly.
“I could take care of you
before you go then, if you like,” Buffy suggested, looking at him sweetly.
William looked up a bit
shocked and swallowed. Then Buffy began caressing his face and stroking his
hair behind his ears.
“Will you let me?” she
asked.
William wasn’t sure what she
had in mind, but he was fairly certain he wanted to be a part of it. In fact, a
certain part of his anatomy was all but insisting on it. William shook his head
yes, quickly.
Buffy smiled, bent down, and
hugged him. “I love you, William,” she said, her mind singing with joy.
William sighed, wrapped his
arms around her and said, “I love you, too.”
She held him awhile in order
for him to cool down enough so that he didn’t spend right away and then Buffy
had William get up off the armrest and sit down at the end of the couch. She sat
down, put her arm around his shoulder and placed her other hand to his chest.
She looked into his eyes for last minute reassurance and then moved her hand
down to his crotch. William gasped sharply and closed his eyes at the intensity
of the sensation. There-! There-! She’s touching me there!! Oh, God, oh,
God! he thought as Buffy caressed and fondled the bulge at the front of his
trousers. He squirmed and panted and moaned, his bum scooting forward on the
seat, as her hand continued to rub his erection.
When he had just about
scooted off the couch, looking like he was about ready to pop as well, she
stopped. Then she got up, and knelt before him, placed her hands on his hips
and pushed him back in the seat. He looked down at her with his face flushed, his
ears glowing bright red at the edges, and a few beads of sweat beginning to
trickle down his brow.
Buffy gave him a reassuring
smile and then began to undo his trousers. William’s panting became even
shakier than it had been before as she undid each button. Finally, after
undoing the last one, his erection sprang out of his trousers almost smacking
her in the face. William’s eyes widened and he got an extreme look of
embarrassment on his face. And as he stared down at his cock next to Buffy’s
face, the foreskin already retracted to reveal the sensitive head, he felt very
exposed indeed and before he could stop it, a nervous whimper escaped his lips.
Buffy had looked a little
surprised at the near collision but quickly recovered. “It’s all right,” she said
in her most soothing voice as her hand reached out to stroke his swollen
member. As she moved her fingers lightly over it William shivered and gasped.
He gave her an adoringly ecstatic look with only a hint of embarrassment left
on it as he panted and gasped his excitement.
As pre-cum began to drip
freely down the tip of William’s cock, Buffy struggled to remember something
she’d heard on one of those late night sex advice call-in shows. Finally
recalling it, she grasped the base of William’s cock firmly, preventing him
from coming. William gasped sharply at the sudden pressure, but offered no
protest. She intended to give him the works.
Buffy tugged at his trousers
down a little so she could reach in and fondle his balls, rolling them in the
palm of her hand. William threw his head back and moaned, “Oh~! Oo~hooo~!
Uhnnng~!” Having Buffy’s hands on his cock and balls was more than he could
take. And even as his body cried out for release, he never wanted it to end.
Buffy was thoroughly
enjoying her exploration of him. None of her other lovers had ever let her
explore them so freely, and even with Riley she was never allowed a really
good, long look. She removed her hand from his trousers, allowing him to calm
down enough for him to gaze down at her again. She moved her eyes from his face
down to his cock and then back up again. “You’re beautiful, William,” Buffy
said.
William groaned with delight
at the compliment.
Then she licked her lips,
placed the hand not gripping the base of his shaft on his hip, and took him
into her mouth. William’s mouth widened into a big round ‘O’ as he gasped and
panted wetly and made frantic, breathy “Oh” sounds as she sucked his cock over
and over.
As Buffy continued to suck
William off, she began making moaning “Mmmm~” noises. The sensation of Buffy’s
lips vibrating against his cock sent further shockwaves of pleasure through
William and he began crying out his ‘Oh’s louder and louder, his hips
twitching.
The taste and the smell of
him was making Buffy so wet, that she wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d
soaked right through her petticoats. “Mmmm~ Mmmm~” she continued to moan,
relishing every drop of pre-cum spilling out onto her tongue.
“OH! Ah-Hohoh~! Oooohhhh~!
Oh, Oh!” William cried out over and over as his body begged for release and he
began to literally see stars.
Buffy then thought to wonder
why he hadn’t come yet and remembered that she was still gripping him at
the base. She moved her mouth back to suck on just the head and released him.
He came immediately, spending himself completely into her mouth in great
bursts, crying out his pleasure, and pitching up his hips. After she’d milked
him for all he was worth, William whimpered and slumped limply in his seat.
With his curly head down and his body completely limp, he was like some
Victorian version of a Raggedy Andy doll.
Buffy smiled, and after
giving his softening prick a sweet kiss, she buried her face in his abdomen and
cuddled him dearly. “I love you, William,” said Buffy.
William put his arms around
her languidly and stroked her hair. “Oh, Buffy~ Love you so~,” he said sounding
almost stoned.
Buffy pulled back, still
kneeling in between his legs with her arms around his midsection, and looked at
him. William lifted his head a little to gaze back and Buffy was once more
struck by the sweetly sappy way he looked at her.
William felt so relaxed. So
good. He’d read of oral pleasuring but hadn’t counted on experiencing it. An
idea passed through William’s mind as he remembered references to the act
regarding females as well.
“Would…would you like me to
return the favor?” William asked. “I…I can try my best…”
Buffy looked mildly
surprised and then it was her turn to look happily awed. She felt as if she’d
just won a
“Yes, I would like that very
much,” Buffy said, smiling brightly.
She backed away from William
to let him up. He gave her a brief shy expression as he tucked himself back in
his trousers and buttoned them up. Then he stood and she sat down in his place.
Buffy was now glad that she hadn’t worn the bloomers. No awkward
fumbling would have to be done to get them off.
Buffy spread her legs and he knelt between them. He gave her a questioning look as he put his hands on her legs just above the ankle and at the hem of her skirt. She nodded her head and William could feel his heart rate increase at just the thought of what he was going to do. William began slowly pushing her skirts up, his hands gliding across her skin as he did so. His eyes would occasionally flick up to her face, as though he thought she would suddenly change her mind and wish him to stop. As he revealed her upper thighs he began to get hard again, but he was only dimly aware of it. One more push up on the skirts would reveal her sex. He paused and looked up at her.
“Go ahead,” Buffy urged in a
soothing tone, “And you can look all you like, too. It’s only fair,” she
quipped with a sly smile.
William smiled, looked back
down, and pushed her skirts all the way up. She gathered the skirts and shoved
part of them to the sides of her body and held the excess up with one hand.
With her legs spread and her butt near the edge, William got a good full-on
view of her pussy. William looked at it curiously. He’s never seen one
before I bet, thought Buffy.
“I suppose it is like an
orchid, a little bit,” he said, tilting his head this way and that. Then he
looked up at her. “But you’re more beautiful, and exciting, and alluring than
any orchid I’ve ever seen.”
Buffy couldn’t help but
laugh a little at that and smile.
William smiled back and then
returned his gaze to her quim. As he looked he noticed the wetness there, her
fluids running down onto her skirts. And the lips of her sex looked rather
swollen. He was pleased to find that his books had been truthful in their
descriptions and at the same time found said descriptions lacking. Nothing
in any book could do the sight of my lovely Miss Buffy any justice, he
thought.
“M-May I touch?” he asked
looking up at her.
She nodded her head yes and
William gave her labia a tentative stroke with his index finger. Buffy shivered
and drew in a ragged breath at the contact. He looked up, she nodded again, and
he continued. This time he used two of his fingers and stroked from the top of
her clit all the way down to the end of her swollen lips. Buffy drew in another
ragged breath, and upon noting the ecstatic look on her face, William continued
without further hesitation.
He moved his fingers over
her slick surface worshipfully. He felt a delightful thrill as his fingers
inadvertently slipped in between her folds and his ignored cock responded by
straining at his trousers. Then he turned his exploration to the nub of flesh
that was her clitoris. Buffy made little mewling sounds as he rubbed his
fingers over it. He looked up and saw her throw her head back and cry out,
“Ah~! Ahhh~! Aaahhhh~!” Her body shook and her hips bucked into his fingers.
William’s eyes widened as he
watched her come to climax and then fall back into the couch. “Was…was that
your…release?” he asked.
“Hhnn~,” Buffy said
unintelligibly nodding her head.
William then stared at the little nub of flesh
that seemed to be the cause. This must be the…the clit-something the book
talked about. Such pleasure from such a little thing, he mused. And then it
hit him. Pleasure!
“Oh, Buffy, I caused you
pleasure!?” he said excitedly. “Did it feel like it felt for me?”
“Basically the same, I’d
imagine,” Buffy chortled.
William smiled and hugged
her, his face resting on her belly. As he inhaled, he got a good whiff of her
arousal and moaned. His cock upped its protest against his trousers and he got
an undeniable urge to have his mouth on her, to taste her. “May I give you oral
pleasure, now?” he asked.
“Oh, yes~,” Buffy replied.
There was that that jackpot feeling again. Bing! Bing! Bing! Clink, clink,
clink!
William gave her a smile and
then pressed his lips to her pussy lips. At first, he kissed her there as he
had kissed her hand, with a tender firmness. And then, unable to resist any
longer, he opened his mouth and let his tongue taste her. He made a pleased
moaning sound as he lapped at her, his tongue rolling over her clit with each
upstroke. Buffy began making high-pitched happy noises, spurring him on.
William paused for a breath
and then closed his mouth over her clit. He looked up at her with that
sexy-innocent look of adoration and sucked it lightly into his mouth. “AH!!”
Buffy cried, and then her hand came around to caress his upper back. Buffy was
afraid that she would end up smothering him if she pressed his head to her.
Thus encouraged, William
closed his eyes and sucked at her clit with abandon, savoring the feel and the
taste of it in his mouth. “Mmm~! Mmmn~! Mmm! Mmph~!” he moaned against her,
every now and then lolling his tongue out to lick up her juices.
As Buffy cried out her
orgasm and ground herself against his face, William continued to make happy
“Mmph~! Mmph~!” noises. She clutched at his upper back as her climax rolled
over her.
Finally, Buffy collapsed on
the couch in a mewling heap and William pulled his now sticky face away from
her quim. “Oh, my love, I’m so glad I could give you this pleasure~!” William
said panting.
Buffy made an unintelligible,
yet affirming, noise and opened her eyes again. She giggled at the sight of his
face glistening with come. Then she sat up, pulled out a handkerchief, and
wiped the sticky wetness off his face.
She let her skirts fall down
over her thighs again and stoked the sides of his face, saying “That was
wonderful~”
“For me too~” he said,
referring to both bouts of oral pleasuring. Then he stood up and groaned. He
was harder than ever, his erection jutting out stiff as a board in his
trousers. “Oh, my~ It appears we’re back where we started~” he said looking
down at the bulge and sighing.
Buffy fell into a fit of
giggles. “We seem to have started a vicious cycle~!”
“Oh, and it’s very late~
Mother will be starting to worry~” he said.
“Well, perhaps we should
take care of each other at the same time…” Buffy said, getting up and moving to
the center of the couch. She got up on her knees and held her skirt up
slightly.
He stared at her in dumb amazement. William’s mind spun at the thought of being inside her.
“Do you want to?” she asked.
William nodded his head yes.
“Come here then,” she said
patting the space on the couch in front of her and between her legs.
He knelt down on the couch
and got up on his knees, like Buffy.
“Okay, now undo your pants,”
said Buffy in a soothing voice.
William obeyed and once more
his cock sprang out of his pants. He winced in embarrassment and turned his
head shyly.
Buffy then turned his head
back to face her and said, “It’s all right. That’s perfectly natural.”
William still looked a
little bashful, but smiled.
Then Buffy lifted her skirt
higher with one hand and placed her other on his bottom. She urged him forward
then nudged him down into a sitting position. Now that she was straddling his
thighs, she urged him back up at an angle. William held onto the back of the
couch for balance. He let out a shuddery gasp as the tip of his manhood came in
contact with her quim. Buffy moved her hand from his bottom and grasped his
cock, guiding it to her opening. William panted heavily.
“Now push in,” said Buffy,
her voice thick with desire.
William pushed into her
slowly, making a deep moaning sound in his chest as he did so. When he was in
up to the hilt, he froze, stunned by the sensation of being enveloped in her
heat - and so tightly. They looked into each other’s faces, mirroring each
other’s love and rapture and then both let out a moan. Buffy wanted to come
right then but had a feeling she would take him down with her and so held off.
Then William’s hips began to
move as if of their own volition, thrusting into her slowly at first but then a
little faster with each thrust. Both moaned with each thrust he made. Buffy’s
knees were coming off the couch each time as well, and with her arms wrapped
around his neck she was literally riding him.
Then Buffy brought her knees
up and used her feet to brace herself against the edge of the couch as she met
his thrusts with her own. Faster and faster they crashed into each other,
making frantic cries of pleasure. William released his hold on the couch and
wrapped his arms around Buffy’s waist, holding her to him as he jerked his hips
up and down rapidly.
“Ah!! Aahhh~!! Aaahhhh~!!”
they cried out as they clutched at each other and convulsed in simultaneous
orgasms. As Buffy’s quim pulsed around William’s cock, he spurted into her
madly. Finally they collapsed into a whimpering, mewling, post-orgasmic mass.
“Oh, God~ Buffy~ Oh, God~,”
William said, his voice breathy and muffled in Buffy’s shoulder.
“Oh, God~,” Buffy agreed stroking
his hair.
The clock struck twelve.
“Oh, God, it’s late,”
William said sitting up straight.
“I hope your mom isn’t mad
at you,” Buffy said.
“Oh, no, she’ll just be
worried. At least I’ll have good news to tell her when I get home.”
“Um…I know you’re not
going to tell your mom we had sex~”
William laughed. “Oh, God, no! I consider Mother to be fairly liberal for our times, but…” He laughed again and then continued, “I mean to tell her of our love~ Our confession of it.”
“Well, that’s all right then,”
Buffy said.
William looked at her and
sighed lovingly. “I’m yours forever, Miss Buffy. I’ll never leave you.”
Buffy smiled. “I know. I’ll
never leave you either.”
And then she sensed what he wanted to ask next. “I’m already yours. I don’t need a piece of paper or a ring, but when you ask me I’ll say yes,” Buffy said.
William nodded his head in
understanding. It was true he was thinking of marriage, and would have asked.
But if she didn’t demand it, he didn’t feel the need to ask just yet. He tended
to agree with her and besides, the longer he could postpone introducing her to
his wretched social circle, the better.
Buffy was glad when he
nodded in understanding without asking. She didn’t feel quite ready to be a
wife just yet, not in this society with all its demands and rules and social
obligations to jerks and ass-holes like that awful Charles and Sally.
They sighed. Then they
kissed one last time before William had to go.
William reluctantly
extracted himself from Buffy. He was a little wobbly on his feet and had
trouble buttoning his trousers back up. And he was still a little sticky
looking, Buffy noticed. She directed him to the washroom to freshen up, making
sure the door to
After he was done, he walked
sleepily with her to the door, spouted some last minute poetic endearments, and
gave her kisses goodnight with many whispered ‘I love you’s.
“Mmm, I love you too,” she
said. “See you tomorrow?”
He nodded his head.
After William left, Buffy
swayed back to the couch and fell down on it, her feet dangling over the
armrest, and sighed contentedly.
“Have fun?”
“Yes,” Buffy answered.
“You, wicked, wicked
seductress, you,”
“Taking advantage of that
innocent virgin~,”
And Buffy felt so good, she
just laughed.
3
William walked languidly
through the house, half asleep on his feet. He had actually fallen asleep on
the carriage ride home and had to be awakened by the driver upon reaching his
destination. He felt his mum would surely be asleep by now, so he made his way
to his room. Then he shed his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and
threw on his night gown. He had just pulled it on when he heard a knock at the
door.
“William? Is that you? Are
you home?” his mother asked through the door.
“Yes, mum…Come in if you
want,” said William, his words coming out slowly.
Anne opened the door,
dressed in her night gown, bonnet, and robe. “William~ Why are you so late?”
“Miss Buffy confessed her
love to me, before I even had a chance to confess my love for her, and I lost
track of time after that. Sorry,” he said sounding almost drunk.
“Are you drunk?” she asked.
“No, just tired,” he
replied.
“Well, in that case…” she said, stepping into the room and walking over to him. “You say you confessed your love?”
William smiled dreamily and
nodded. “She did first,” he added.
“Oh, darling, that’s simply
wonderful~! And you must be very tired indeed to be so calm about it,” Anne
exclaimed.
William nodded and said,
“I’ll surely be dancing through the halls tomorrow.”
“I’ll just bet you will,”
said Anne.
“’M so happy,” he said,
hugging her and practically falling asleep.
“I am too, darling. And I
can’t wait to hear all about it,” she said patting his back. “Now off to bed
with you.” Anne pushed her son towards the bed and he fell into it. “Get your
legs in,” she ordered. He obeyed and then he was out like a light.
Anne tucked him in and
noticed that he seemed changed somehow. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but
she could sense it was there. Perhaps it’s being in love and having it
returned, she thought. Then she removed his spectacles, set them on the
nightstand and turned out the kerosene light. Blast! She had left her
candle in the hallway. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the dimness and
then made her way carefully to the open door.
She gave her blissfully
slumbering son a last look, said a soft goodnight and then closed the door.
--- To Be Continued . . .
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