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
5th. 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 opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling of his canopy bed, feeling more relaxed than he had ever been before. His body and heart thrummed with contentment.
William smiled and sighed. Love…my
love loves me, he marveled.
And you’re not a virgin
anymore, either, said a voice from somewhere inside his head. William marveled at that
too.
Then William stretched, his
fingers touching the headboard as he raised his arms, arched his back and
pointed his toes. “Mmmmn~” he sighed. He let his body go slack for a few
moments and then he hopped out of bed.
He hummed the melody of a
light symphony as he went about his morning rituals. He washed his face from
the basin in his washroom (each bedroom had its own washroom) and then he
shaved and applied aftershave, the sting of which stopped his humming
momentarily. But he was back on it when he threw off his night gown and began
getting dressed for the day.
Once attired, he exited his
bedroom and danced down the halls and stairs of his house, humming his symphony
and causing perplexed looks to pass over the faces of his servants. He moved
through the house like Fred Astaire on Quaaludes.
William was halfway down the
hall to the dining room when Lucy called out to him. He slid to a stop and
turned around to face her.
She scuttled over to him and
said, “Your mother is having breakfast out on the patio this morning.”
“Thank you, Lucy,” William said
brightly and then made his way to the patio.
The grand patio stretched
across the entire back of the house with plenty of room to have a cocktail
party or other small get together. The entire thing was made of fine light gray
stone. It was almost off white. The shadow of the house kept it from getting
too hot or too bright, though, and it offered a great view of the garden, which
included several trellises and a hedge maze. Anne was sitting at one of the
patio tables having tea and toast.
“Good morning, Mother,” said
William as he breezed through the patio doors.
Anne smiled and sat down her
tea. “Good morning, darling,” she said, her eyes gleaming. She could barely
contain her curiosity as to the night before, but figured she had better wait
until he had eaten some. Otherwise he was likely to get caught up in the
telling of his wonderful news and forget about eating all together.
William sat down and ate his
breakfast as fast as was proper. He knew Mother was anxious to hear about last
night. It was terribly hard to keep proper table manners. He wanted to cram the
jam-slathered toast into his mouth as fast as possible. Finally, after
finishing the last bite of toast and washing it down with a spot of tea, he sat
his cup down and waited for her to ask.
Anne couldn’t help chuckling
at her son’s expression. He looked very much like the little boy he used to be.
All blonde curls and gleaming blue eyes, a giddy little smile on his face.
Unabashed in his happiness.
“So~,” Anne prodded. “Tell
me all about it.”
“Why, all about what,
Mother?” William teased.
Anne laughed gaily. “You
know perfectly well. Come now. Out with it,” she said. “How did this confession
of love come to be?”
William giggled. “I’m not
quite sure myself. I didn’t even get to read my poem- Oh! My poem! I forgot all
about it. I don’t even know where it’s gotten to,” he said.
“You didn’t read her your
poem?” Anne asked.
“No, I think I must have
dropped it along with the box of chocolates when she professed her love.”
“Did she just come out and
say it?”
“Yes, she said…that I was
sweet and that’s why she loves me,” William replied, blushing and looking away
shyly.
Anne clasped her hands
together and let out a happy squeak. An actual declaration of love! *Finally*,
a woman for my William~!
“And then? And then what?”
Anne asked excitedly.
“Well, of course I declared
my love, right back~,” William replied.
“And then?” Anne asked smiling.
As the events that occurred next flashed through his mind, William turned several more shades of red and let out a few uncontrollable giggles, averting his gaze.
Anne smiled knowingly. “And
then~?” she asked again.
William couldn’t completely
lie to her and say ‘nothing’ but he didn’t know what to say to her
either.
“Did you have your first
kiss?” Anne asked, a conspiratorial gleam coming into her eyes.
“Mother~!” William
exclaimed, giving her a shocked look yet still smiling.
“Come now, a mother can
always tell~”
“Yes,” he replied, red-faced
and flicking his eyes to the side. He’d done much more than that, but a kiss
was all he was going to admit to.
“I thought so,” she said
giving him a playful swat on the arm with her fan.
“Do you despair of me?” he
asked, looking at her and barely containing a giggle.
Anne laughed. “Of course not~. I know what it’s like to be in love,” she replied. “Was it all that you imagined?”
“Even better,” William said looking up to the sky with a giddy expression.
Anne laughed and clapped her
hands. Finally, her son met her gaze and gave her one of those giddy little
schoolboy smiles. She gave him another playful swat on the arm with her fan and
their laughter rang out like chimes.
“Now, I insist, you simply must
invite them over!” Anne exclaimed.
“Of course~. I’ll surely ask them today but…they may not be ready to meet you yet. They’ve lived on the wild frontier a long time now and they may want to…polish their etiquette a bit more. I’m sure they want to make a good impression,” said William.
“Oh…” Anne said looking a
little crestfallen. “I suppose I can understand that,” she said sighing. “And
it’s certainly a mark of good breeding to want to make a best first impression.
But…how can I go on not even knowing what they look like, at least?”
“I…suppose I could ask if
they’ll consent to having me sketch their portraits. Although, I’ll hardly do
them justice with my meager skills,” he replied.
“Nonsense~. You do lovely
drawings,” Anne said.
“I shall try my best,” said
William.
2
Buffy was enjoying positive
humor that morning. She had even offered to cook breakfast. Or to make an
attempt, anyway. And while she started out only humming her happy tune, she
soon began to sing the lyrics as well.
“I could have danced all
night~ I could have danced all night~ And still have begged for more~ I could
have spread my wings~ And done a thousand things~ I’d never done before~ I’ll
never know what made it so exciting~ When all at once my heart took flight~ I
only know when he began to dance with me~ I could have danced, danced, danced
all night~,” sang Buffy swaying and twirling in front of the stove.
And then the pancakes caught
fire. “Ahieee!!” Buffy shrieked as she smacked the flames out with her spatula.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
“You like your pancakes
well-done don’t you?” asked Buffy.
“They might still be
edible,” Buffy said in a pout, poking at the blackened pancakes with the end of
her spatula.
“Don’t worry, Buffy. We can
go down to the bakery and buy some pastries or something,” Tara said from her
seat at the vanity where she and
Buffy pouted more. “Stupid
stove~,” she said, giving it a kick.
“Sure~ Blame the stove~,”
Yes. Yes he is, thought Buffy as a giddy
expression came to her face. And today- tonight- or even both, I’ll have me
an encore~. Yes, sirree Bob~ Yeah, baby~ Sex-U-Al~, Buffy thought as she
swayed away from the stove and around the room moving her hips back and forth.
“Whoa~ Ground control to
Major Tom,” quipped
“Buffy, are you tripped out
on some sort of psychotropic substance, or are you just high on…um…”
“Seducing William and
screwing him silly!”
Buffy stopped and looked at
her. “I didn’t seduce William~!”
“Ha!” both witched said.
“You so did~!”
“Nuh uh~! I did not~!”
“You totally did~! William
had zero experience, he’d never even kissed before, and you take him
from kissing all the way up to the deed! Several different kinds of deeds,
even! If that’s not seduction, I don’t know what is,”
“
“Um, well…yeah. Wasn’t that kind of your plan? But
like
“Thus excusing your vast
experience,” added
“Where’s this vast
coming from? I wouldn’t say I had vast~” said Buffy. “And what did you
mean by several kinds of deeds, by the way?”
“Well…first we heard him,
then we heard you, then we heard you again- (He’s a generous lover)-
then we heard both of you, so I’m thinkin’ you were doing some, you know, other
sexual deeds before doing the deed,” replied Willow.
“Well, I got him all worked
up so I offered to take care of him. And then he offered to return the favor,”
Buffy said. “So, see~ He offered~. It’s not like I seduced him into that at
least. I didn’t even coach him.”
“Okay, I kinda don’t want to
know and yet I kinda do, so…what exactly are we talking about here?”
Buffy blushed several shades
of red.
“It’s not as if I can’t
guess, I guess. It’s either a hand-job or a blow-job thing,”
“You know, I remember the
days when you couldn’t even say the word sex. I miss those days,”
quipped Buffy.
“And…did you say he offered
to return the favor…and did well with no coaching at all? Are you sure
he was a virgin?”
“Yes~,” Buffy said rolling
her eyes. “It was so obvious he’d never done anything before. Or seen anything before.
He read books and poetry about it but that’s it. I mean you should have seen
the way he studied my-” Buffy stopped. “Never mind.”
“And you’d better not let on
that you know we did anything other than confess our love and kiss!” said a
blushing Buffy in an attempt to steer the topic in a slightly different
direction.
“Don’t you think he knows we
know? I mean, you guys were really loud,” said
“You know how Spike was
never one to think things through? Well, I think that applies to William, too,”
said Buffy. “So as long as no one points anything out to him about the
amount of noise, he probably won’t think of it,” she added.
“We won’t say a word,” said
Tara.
“Well, you’d better not~. I
don’t want him all inhibited because you two chuckle-heads couldn’t keep your
mouths shut,” Buffy said.
“Okay, Buffy,” Willow said,
on the verge of another giggle.
Then Tara noticed a piece of
parchment on the floor halfway under the couch. She walked over to it and
picked it up, turning it over. Why, it’s one of William’s poems, she
thought, as she looked it over. After she finished reading it, she smiled. It’s
a confession of love~! This must be the poem from last night, she thought.
She had found the box chocolates last night and picked them up, but had failed
to notice the poetry.
“Buffy, have you seen this?”
Tara called out, standing up and holding up the poem.
Buffy walked over and Tara
handed her the poem. A smile spread across Buffy’s face as she read it. “That’s
soooo sweet~!” she said, laughing.
“What? What is it?” asked
Willow, coming over.
“It’s the poem William
dropped last night,” said Buffy.
“Ooo~, let me read it! Can I
read it?” asked Willow.
“I guess so,” said Buffy, as
she handed it over.
Willow squealed with delight
after she read it. “Oh my God, it’s a confession of love poem~! It’s a
so-bad-it’s-good confession of love poem~! Didn’t he read this to you last
night?” Willow asked.
“No, it never got picked up
after he dropped it. I guess it slipped his mind,” said Buffy.
“Gee, I wonder why?” Willow
said slyly.
“I think I must write him a
thank you - slash - love letter, now,” Buffy said, and then skipped over to the
little stationery desk at the far wall.
3
William and his mother were
chatting away in the parlor when Olive came in with a letter. “It’s from Miss
Buffy Summers, sir,” she said as she handed it over to William.
William’s face lit up and he
barely got out a ‘thank you’ to Olive before he tore it open. Anne looked on
with anticipation as he read it.
Dear Sweet William,
I found your poem this morning (the one that you dropped) and it was so incredibly sweet that I just had to send a thank-you letter, right away.
Thank you~ xxx
I can’t wait to see you, today. I’ve been thinking about you all morning.
Please come to the flat for our group meeting and then plan to stay very late. Willow and Tara will be retiring to their room at some point and then I’ll have you all to myself. Hint, hint.
Love,
Buffy
William blushed and giggled
intermittently and with maniacal giddiness as he read the letter silently to
himself.
“Well?” Anne asked, after
awhile.
“She called me ‘Sweet William’~!!” he exclaimed, turning to face Anne. “And she said she couldn’t stop thinking about me all morning and she even drew little hearts all around the letter~!!” he added, showing her the letter just long enough to see the decorative hearts but not long enough to see what was written.
“Oh, that’s wonderful~!” Anne exclaimed. “I’m so happy for you, darling~. I’d say you’ve definitely found your woman. She seems to be quite the romantic~.”
William giggled once more and nodded his head in agreement.
4
“Don’t spoil your appetite
Buffy,” said Willow.
“I’m only having a few,”
Buffy said, as she popped one last cherry cordial in her mouth. “I want to be
able to tell William that I enjoyed his chocolates.”
“May- may I have one?” asked
Tara.
“Sure, I don’t think William
would mind if I shared a little,” said Buffy, handing Tara cordial from the
box.
Tara popped the cordial in
her mouth and made an ‘Mmmm’ sound. “W-wow, Buffy, these are really high end,”
said Tara.
“I know,” said Buffy,
smiling satisfactorily. “Do you want one, Willow?” she asked, holding the box
out to the redhead.
Before Willow could answer,
there was a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it~,” said Tara
brightly.
While Tara received
William’s card from the clerk, Willow stuck her hand in the box of chocolates
and plucked out a cherry cordial saying, “Don’t mind if I do.” Then she popped
it in her mouth and made a yummy noise. “Mmmm, that is good~!” she
exclaimed.
“Do you think William would
let me feed him one in front of you guys?” Buffy asked.
“No~,” said Willow.
“I sincerely doubt it,”
added Tara.
“All right. When we’re
alone, then,” Buffy said, closing the box.
“I think he’ll let you then…considering
everything else he let you do,” Willow chuckled.
“You’re skatin’ on thin ice, witchy woman,” quipped Buffy.
“Woo hoo~ Witchy woman~
See how high she flies~,” Tara and Willow sang, putting their arms around
each other’s shoulders.
At that point, there was
another knock at the door. William stood on the other side, shifting his feet
in anticipation. In one arm, he held a sketchbook and a pencil set. He could
feel his pulse speed with anticipation.
Buffy opened the door and
gave him a bright greeting. “Hello, William~!” she said.
“H-Hello…my…my love,” he said, giving her sweetly soulful look and tilting his head slightly in a very Spike-like fashion.
Buffy smiled, stepped aside
to let him in, and closed the door. As soon as the door was latched, William
held out his hand to her, palm side up. It took a second to register his
intention and then she swiftly placed her hand in his. He closed his eyes and kissed
her hand languidly. Buffy could feel herself melting a little bit and Willow
and Tara noted the blush that came to her cheeks.
“Whoooooo~!” said Willow and Tara, after exchanging a look.
Thus startled, William
stopped and blushed, giving the two girls a sheepish look. “Oh, I- I beg your
pardon, ladies. I- I quite forgot you were, um, in attendance. P-Please do
forgive me,” William said in Willow and Tara’s direction.
The witches giggled and
said, “That’s okay, William~ You can’t help it if you’re in looooove~.” Then
they mock swooned.
“Stop teasing us~!” said
Buffy.
Willow and Tara cackled.
“W-We’re sorry. We just
can’t help ourselves,” said Tara.
“I’ve got the vapors if you
need ‘em, Buffy,” Willow said, holding up a small bottle of smelling salts.
“You’re going to need
the vapors in a moment, if you don’t cut it out~!” Buffy warned, shaking her
fist.
“Anyway, we’re so very
h-happy for the both of you,” said Tara, as she walked over to the new couple.
Then Willow squealed and
skipped over to William, giving him a quick hug. “See! See, I told you Buffy
liked you!”
“You what?!” said Buffy.
Willow squeaked and hid
behind William. “Nothing! I didn’t say anything,” she said.
“You are just lucky
it all worked out, my friend,” Buffy replied.
“Oh, how could it not?” Willow asked. “He was obviously in love with you.”
“Nuh uh~ Not obviously.
There was no way to know for sure,” said Buffy.
“How could I not fall
in love with you?” asked William, with an eyebrow raised in a genuine
expression of perplexion.
“Awwww~!” exclaimed the
girls.
“Isn’t he just the sweetest
thing~!” said Buffy. “And speaking of sweet things…I really enjoyed those
cherry cordials you gave me, William,” she said, fluttering her eyelashes at
him a bit.
“I- I’m glad you liked
them,” said William, feeling shy under the pressure of all the attention
directed his way.
“I’ve still got some left.
Maybe we could have a few together later on,” Buffy said, really turning it on
and giving him a most flirtatious look.
William blushed and nodded his head yes with an eager smile upon his face.
“So, what do you have
there?” Buffy asked referring to the sketchpad and pen set William was still
clutching.
“Oh! Yes, I- I was wondering
if you ladies might consent to having me sketch your portraits?” he asked.
“Sure!” they replied.
“That sounds like fun! I
didn’t know you could draw, William,” said Willow.
“We’ll sit for you after
lunch,” Tara said brightly.
“I’ve never had anyone ask
to draw me before,” said Buffy, giving him a smile.
Then she remembered the
creepy shrine Spike had of her. There had been several drawings and sketches of
her up on the wall. She had been too freaked out to give them a good look, but
they were good likenesses. She knew they were of her, right away. Of course, those
pictures had been drawn without her permission.
“I- I’ll try my best,”
William said. “Though…I’m surely not talented enough to capture your true
beauty, dear ladies. I do hope you’ll forgive me.”
The girls laughed gaily as they made there way over to the lunch table.
“Come on and sit down,
William. You can set your supplies over there on our stationery desk. On the
far wall there,” Tara said, motioning in the direction of the desk.
“I’m sure you’ll do fine,
William,” said Buffy, placing a napkin in her lap.
William nodded shyly, set
his art supplies on the desk, and then joined the girls at the table.
5
William was seated next to
Buffy at the little round dinner table and at some point Miss Buffy slipped off
her shoe and attempted to initiate a little footsie. William nearly choked on
his food when felt her rub the side of her foot up and down the inside of his
lower leg. His face and ears instantly flushed with redness and he swallowed
the bite of casserole he’d nearly choked on.
He then immediately looked
over to Buffy and found her calmly eating away as if nothing at all were out of
the ordinary. Then Buffy smiled, slow - like honey, and shifted her foot back
further to rub the back of his calf. William could feel the tingling sensation of
an imminent erection and stared at her, dumbfounded. Dear God! Does she have
any idea what she’s doing to me?! thought William.
Willow and Tara could tell
immediately what their brazen little friend was up to. Willow was reminded of
herself and Xander back in high school. Hormones in high gear. Illicit footsie
under the science lab table. Of course, she and Xander had been having an
affair and they were never actually a couple, unlike Buffy and William.
Buffy, can’t you tell that
whatever you’re doing to William is too much, sent Tara.
I know what I’m doing. It’s
just a little footsie, Buffy sent back.
Well, if I didn’t know any
better, I’d say you have your foot in his *lap*. Because he looks like he’s
about ready to keel over, Tara sent.
Buffy paused in her eating
and looked over at William. Sure enough, Tara was right. Oops, she
thought. She removed her foot and slipped it back in her shoe, mouthing the
words, “Oops. Sorry,” to him as she did so. William blinked, too stunned to
respond, and turned his head, biting his cheek.
After Willow and Tara left
the table to put the dishes in the wash bin, Buffy apologized to William in
hushed whispers.
“I’m sorry, William. I
didn’t mean to get you so worked up,” Buffy said. “At least…not in public,
anyway,” she added slyly.
William blushed again and
swallowed.
6
William bent over his
sketchpad in concentration, trying to capture each girl to the best of his
abilities. The three girls were all sitting together on the couch and smiling
serenely while he sat across from them on a small stool. The girls watched with
amusement as his blue eyes flicked up to them, then down to the paper, then up
at them again, then down again.
Buffy couldn’t help but
think of that scene from the movie Titanic. The one with Leonardo DeCaprio and
Kate Winslet. Leo was drawing Kate, who was posed in the nude on a couch, and
Buffy wondered what William would say if she offered to have him do a similar
portrait of her. He would just die~! she thought. I can’t even give
him a little footsie action without him getting all hot and bothered~!
Finally, William stopped
drawing and put the end of the pencil in his mouth as he studied his work.
“Hmmm,” he intoned as he looked over it. He still didn’t feel he had gotten
Buffy’s nose quite right but it was most likely the best he could do. He took
the pencil out of his mouth, looked up and said, “I suppose I’m done.”
“Ooo! Let us see~! Let us
see~!” the girls cried, as they all outstretched their arms reaching towards
the sketchpad. William gave them a crooked smile and handed it over.
“Ooo, pretty~!” said Willow.
“It’s a very lovely drawing,
William,” said Tara.
“I like it,” said Buffy,
looking over it approvingly.
William shrugged. “You flatter
me,” he said. “I am glad I managed not to insult you, though.”
“Of course not. Don’t be silly, William. You do a heck of a lot better job than I do. I draw like a five year old!” said Buffy.
“And I don’t do much
better,” said Willow.
“At least you can draw
half-way decent cartoons,” Buffy said.
“But I can’t do realistic
people at all,” Willow said. “Tara can, though! She draws real good,” she
added.
Tara smiled shyly.
“Oh, you draw, Miss Tara?”
asked William.
“I- I do all right,” she
replied.
“You could draw William!”
said Willow.
“Oo, yes, I want a picture
of William!” said Buffy. “Please?”
“W-Well, I’m willing to draw
William, if he’s willing to let me,” said Tara.
“Certainly, if you wish.
It’s only fair, after all,” he said.
“Yay! Then I’ll have a
picture of you I can put on my wall,” said Buffy excitedly.
William blushed a little and
gave her an incredibly cute look.
“May- May I then put your
picture up as well, ladies?” he asked.
“Of course!” the girls said.
“We’re your friends and
Buffy’s your lady. You should have pictures of us up in your room,” said
Willow.
Then Tara got up from the
couch and fetched her own sketchpad and pencil set from her bedroom. Then she
had William face her and said, “Now turn your head a little- that’s right- and
smile a bit.” William did and she began drawing. Willow and Buffy watched as
her pencil flew over the page in fluid strokes.
When Tara was done, Buffy
cooed, “Oh~! It looks just like him~!”
Then Tara turned it around
and held it up to show William. “Oh, that’s jolly good, Miss Tara. You’re very
talented. Much more so than I,” exclaimed William.
“Thank you,” said Tara
softly.
“Does anyone mind if I hang it
up right now?” asked Buffy. “I know right where to put it!” she added.
They all agreed they didn’t
mind and so Tara tore the picture out of her sketchbook and gave it to Buffy.
Then Buffy rushed off to her room to hang it up. She tacked it up on the wall
across from her bed, stood back to admire it for a bit and then rushed back.
“Thank you, Tara and
William,” said Buffy upon her return.
“You’re welcome,” they said.
“Hey, wow! It’s starting to
get dark outside. We’re going to have to light some lamps,” said Willow.
7
After the lamps were lit,
Willow and Tara excused themselves to their room so that Buffy and William
could start the courting part of the evening. William couldn’t quite seem to
keep from grinning like an idiot at that announcement.
Oh, yeah~ *He knows* what’s
comin’ to him~, thought Willow.
The pairs bid each other
goodnight and then Buffy and William sat down on the couch. They shared a few
flirtatious looks before Buffy remembered the chocolates and leapt up from the
couch to get them.
Buffy grabbed the box and
flounced back to the couch. She sat down close enough to him so that their
knees touched and took the lid off the box. There were only a few cherry
cordials left. Buffy slid her arm around William’s shoulder and caressed the
back of his neck with her hand. She could feel his skin heat up as a flush came
to his neck and face.
William felt entranced by
her. Her boldness stunned and excited him. He watched as she plucked a cordial
from the box and held it up between her thumb and index finger.
“Want one?” she asked, her
voice dripping with seduction.
“All- All right,” William
said softly. He was a little perplexed, but game.
Buffy smiled. She loved
having a man that would let her take the reins for a change. “Open your mouth,”
she said softly.
Ah, she means to feed it to
me. How erotic~, thought William, flushing more. He obeyed and opened his mouth so that
she could feed him the cherry cordial. As his mouth closed over the chocolate,
his tongue slid over the tips of her fingers. “Mmmmm,” he intoned as he ate the
candy.
Buffy smiled and licked her
lips as arousal worked its way through her body. “Wanna’ lick the chocolate off
the ends of my fingers?” she asked.
“Yes,” said William.
She brought her fingers to
his mouth and he licked them clean with loving strokes. Buffy relished the
sight and feel of his warm, wet tongue on her fingers. She felt as if she could
melt right into the couch and her pussy twitched with excitement.
When he was done William
asked, “Would you like one?”
Icing. Cake, thought Buffy as she
managed to get out a ‘yes.’
William slid an arm around
her waist as he plucked a chocolate from the box. Then he fed it to her as she
had to him. When she’d swallowed it she offered to lick the chocolate off the ends
of his fingers as well. He wasn’t sure that there was really any chocolate to
lick off but he brought his fingers to her mouth anyway without question.
She took each one of his
perfectly manicured fingers into her mouth and licked and sucked them. “Ohhhh~
Ohhhhh~,” he moaned, his cock getting stiff and straining at his trousers.
“Shall we go to my bedroom?”
asked Buffy.
“Yes, please,” William
replied.
Buffy grabbed William by the
hand and led him to her bedroom.
“Oops, let me light the
lamps,” Buffy said when they got to the pitch-black bedchamber. She got a match
and lit every kerosene lamp in the room.
William gazed around the
room. Directly in front of him was a lovely oak canopy bed, with two lamps
above the headboard and an ornate pewter mirror in between. He glanced to his
left and smiled when he saw that she had hung the picture of him in a prominent
place on the left wall. Then he walked in a few steps and turned to see her
vanity. Tacked up all around it were his poems. He sighed happily.
Buffy laughed as she walked
back over to William. The look on his face was entirely too innocent to go with
the prominent bulge in his trousers. He turned to face her and looked at her
adoringly. “Something amuses you, my love?” he asked.
“You’re so cute,” she said,
caressing his face with one hand. Then she ran her other hand down his chest
and brought his face to hers for a kiss. He let himself be swept away with her
kiss and returned it tenderly.
“Let’s go over to the bed,”
said Buffy.
She sat him down on the left
side of her bed and then began undressing him. William shivered nervously as
she undid his silk cravat. She pulled it free of his collar with a smooth
whisking sound and tossed it on the floor. Then she pushed his dress jacket off
his shoulders and attempted to pull it away from him, but it was long and he
was sitting on the tails of it so she had to make him stand up again. Buffy
decided to go over to her vanity and hang the jacket over the back of her
chair, but it was the only article of clothing to get such special treatment.
As Buffy bent in front of him again, she noticed the nervous expression on his face. “Don’t be so nervous, William,” she said bemusedly, undoing the buttons on his vest. Buffy didn’t realize that there were a lot more parts that were relatively private in the era she now lived in. A man, for instance, would no sooner go out in public without his shirt on than would a woman.
Buffy tossed the vest aside
and began on the shirt, her smile widening. William’s heart thudded in his
chest as she undid each button. Finally, she undid the last one and slid the
dress shirt off his shoulders taking in the sight of his naked chest and arms.
He was beautiful.
She ran her hands down his neck,
over his shoulders and down his arms and then back up again. He had really good
muscle tone, especially for a pampered rich boy, and his skin was smooth and
warm. He was looking up at her, a sweetly vulnerable look upon his face. Buffy
smiled adoringly at him and then ran her hands down his chest and over his
erect nipples, causing him to gasp and straighten his spine. Her hands roamed
all the way down to his abdomen and then back up again.
Then she kissed his earlobe
and whispered, “You’re a very beautiful man, Sweet William.”
William had trouble
breathing and he felt as if his heart would burst. “You flatter me,” he said in
a wavering, strangled voice.
Buffy marveled at his
modesty. Spike was never modest in any way. Guess that trait got lost in the
translation, Buffy thought. Then she knelt before him and took off his
shoes and socks. The shoes hit the floor with a thunk as she tossed them behind
her.
Then William gulped as Buffy
then ran her hands up his thighs and towards the fly of his trousers. Soon he
would be before her without a stitch on, and it made him exceedingly nervous.
After she freed his hard member from the confines of his trousers she pulled
them off completely. He looked up at her, wondering what she’d say or do next.
Buffy licked her lips as she
looked over the parts of him below the beltline that she hadn’t already seen.
His legs were nicely toned and his balls were swollen and drawn tight against
his body.
“William, your front looks
so good, I was wondering if you would stand up a moment and show me your back
too?” she asked sweetly.
William laughed and stood
up, then turned to show her his back. With such approval, it was hard to feel too
shy. He was flattered beyond measure.
Buffy found his back and backside to be just as beautiful as his front. She ran a finger down his spine and said, “Thank you.” William shivered and gasped at her touch and Buffy enjoyed the sight of various muscles clenching as his hips pitched forward.
“Now,” said Buffy, “It’s your turn to undress me.”
William let out a nervous chuckle. “May I sit down?” he asked, turning around.
“Yes,” Buffy replied, suppressing a chuckle. She could tell he was a little unsteady. “A dress is easier to get off standing anyway, I think.”
William sat back down. She
could see him already breathing heavily with anticipation. And the way he
looked up at her…It was almost reverent.
Buffy took a few steps
forward until she was practically right on top of him. Her skirts brushed his
leg and covered his feet. She smiled at him, waiting.
William studied her dress
but wasn’t certain where to begin. She had lacing up the front but he couldn’t
tell for sure if it was decorative or functional. It looks functional, he
thought. So he brought his hands up, grabbed each end of the string and pulled.
He looked up at her and she was still smiling so he figured that he must be on
the right track. Then he pulled the front of her dress apart, revealing her
chemise underneath. William stared for a while, entranced with the swell of her
breasts, and the shadows of her nipples on the fabric. Then he caught himself
staring and turned his head away.
“You silly!” Buffy
exclaimed. “What are you doing turning your head away? You can look and touch
all you want. What, you thought that only applied to last night?”
William looked back up. “I…I
didn’t know that applied to everything,” he said. “You- You won’t think
me…lewd?” he asked.
Buffy laughed. “Did I think
you were lewd last night~? The answer is no, by the way. Drool
over me all you like,” she declared.
William covered his mouth
with his hands and laughed. “I should hope I won’t drool at least!”
“Well if you do, I won’t
mind,” she quipped. “Now c’mon, touch me! Undress me! Stare at me shamelessly!
Assuming you want to,” she added slyly.
“Oh, yes! Yes, certainly I
do!” exclaimed William. And with that, William pried the front of her dress
open further until it was more than loose enough to pull down. But her breasts
looked so soft and inviting that he moved both hands up to caress them instead
of pulling off her dress. As he fondled her breasts, he stared at what he was
doing, transfixed. He panted wetly and squirmed in his seat, trying to adjust
his swollen balls and cock. Pre-cum began trickling from the head.
As Buffy watched him and
enjoyed his ministrations, she could feel her own wetness increasing and her
nipples harden. She let out a sighing moan.
William moaned in response
and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples through the fabric of her chemise. His
cock felt so hard, he didn’t know if he could stand it.
Then he finally pushed the
dress off her shoulders and arms and as he slid it all the way off, her
petticoats went with it. Her bloomers almost went with them as he grazed most
of the buttons, causing them to come undone. Buffy stepped out of the dress and
kicked it aside. Then she noticed she was still wearing shoes and socks and
stepped out of them, kicking them in the direction of the dress.
Now she stood before him in
only her underwear, the bloomers halfway falling off and revealing a golden
expanse of thigh.
“Ohhhhh~,” he moaned
appreciatively. He squeezed his legs together and his toes dug into the
floorboards as he felt the urge to spend. The urge gripped him and made him
feel almost sick with it.
Buffy shifted her hips and
turned around. The bloomers fell off completely exposing her bare behind. She
shivered and kicked them aside as William let out another moan, this one
trembling and desperate. Then, Buffy turned back around and bent down slightly
so he wouldn’t have to strain to reach the buttons of her chemise and said,
“Only one piece left.”
“Oh, Buffy~ I feel- I feel-”
said William in a shaky, strangled voice.
She could see him quivering intensely.
“Here, I’ll undo them,” she said softly. William watched transfixed, and panted
sharply as she undid each button. When she had finally gotten the last one, she
slipped off the chemise and let it drop to the floor.
“Oh, Buffy~!” William said,
his voice taking on a ragged high pitch.
As she bent back down, he
let out a sound that was halfway between a whimper and a guttural moan. Buffy
chalked it up to nerves and grabbed his wrists, moving his hands up to her bare
breasts. As his fingers touched the soft swell of her breasts and his thumbs
brushed against her nipples, he finally couldn’t stand it anymore. Resistance
was futile.
“UGHHHNNN~!!!” William
screamed as he threw his head back, his face going completely red. His whole
body tightened, cum exploded out of his cock, and his balls clenched madly.
Buffy froze in complete shock as she watched his sudden and fierce climax,
seeing and feeling his hot cum spurt out onto her belly and abdomen.
As William limply brought
his head forward he caught sight of the mess he’d made all over Buffy’s
midsection. He froze and his jaw dropped open in stunned mortification. Buffy
had a similar look on her face, minus the mortification. She was stunned, but
found herself highly aroused by the sight and feel of her Sweet William
cumming, and all over her at that. If her past lovers had never let her get a
real good look at their equipment, you can bet that she never saw it ‘in
action’. And certainly none of them had ever lost it over merely seeing her
naked and touching her body. No, sirree, Bob.
But William was mortified.
Mortified beyond belief at what he’d done to his darling Miss Buffy. Dear,
God! Oh~ Dear God~!! How can I even apologize for this??! thought William. She’ll
never even want to look at me again~! I’ve made a horrible, horrible mess!
She’ll never forgive me~!
Buffy locked eyes with
William and they stared open mouthed at each other. William looked devastated.
Tears were welling up in his eyes. Poor William~! Buffy thought. That
must have been what he was trying to tell me. He felt like he was going to
cum~. And now, knowing him, he probably thinks I’ll never want to speak to him
again!
“Oh, William, it’s okay~,”
Buffy said. “I’m not mad at you or anything. I’m not even grossed out. I love
you, and you love me, so it’s okay. In fact, it’s even more than okay. It’s worth
the mess. I even like the mess. Since you made it.” She smiled.
William blinked at her, causing the tears in his eyes to roll down his cheeks. Buffy let go of his wrists and brushed the tears away with her thumbs. “It’s okay, baby~. It’s okay,” she said, caressing his cheeks. Then she kissed his lips and hugged him, stroking his hair. “I love you. Don’t feel bad~,” she said.
“I’m sorry~,” William said,
close to sobbing.
“Shhh~ No, don’t be sorry~,”
Buffy said, cuddling him. Then she stood back up and blushed. “Actually, I
thought it was pretty hot.”
“Hot?” asked William,
sniffling.
“Sexy,” Buffy explained.
He raised his eyebrows
questioningly.
“Sexually arousing,” Buffy
said, blushing further.
William stared up at her
with cautious amazement.
Buffy caressed the side of
his face and said, “I like seeing my Sweet William get all…spurty…over me. And
I can’t help but feel a little flattered, seeing as how you climaxed just from
seeing me naked and touching me.” Then she removed her hand from his face and
asked, “And aren’t you flattered when I get all wet over you? Like I am
now?”
William blushed and his cock
twitched to life again. He nodded his head yes.
“And do you think it’s gross
when I get you all sticky with my…wetness?” she asked.
He shook his head no. “In-
In fact…I like it,” he said, blushing and looking away shyly.
“Well, there you go,” said
Buffy.
“Are- Are you sure it’s all
right?” he asked, looking up at her.
“I’m not saying I want to go
out of my way to get doused…But if it happens, I’ll enjoy it,” she said,
smoothing his cum on her body until it was a clear sheen on her skin. She
didn’t mind having it on her, but she felt the need to smooth it out.
William stared at her, slack-jawed, as she rubbed his juices around on her skin, his cock hardening a little bit more.
“Do you want to feel how wet I am?” she asked, giving him her sweet-seductive look.
William nodded his head ‘yes.’
Buffy straddled and slid up one of his thighs, coating it with her own juices. She watched with lusty satisfaction as his cock stiffened all the way. And he was giving her a look of astounded horniness.
All that arousal…Just for me, they thought.
Then Buffy brought her hand down to his hardened member and began stroking it. William closed his eyes briefly and began moaning. Buffy watched as the foreskin covering his shaft slid up and down his length with the motion of her fist. William looked down to watch as well, glancing over at Buffy’s face every now and then.
Buffy squirmed on his thigh, her swollen lips and clit rubbing into it, and looked into his face. William’s face was contorted with a combination of pleasure and desire as he looked into her eyes. Then she slid her fist up to the head of his cock and began massaging it through the velvety foreskin now covering it.
“Oohhhh~!!” William moaned. “Oohhh~ Oohhh~ Oh~!”
Buffy brought her mouth to his and he opened it, sliding his tongue out to meet hers. They moaned into each other’s mouths as they kissed deeply. William wrapped his arm around her as they continued and then he pulled his head back, gasping. She was massaging the head of his cock vigorously now.
“Buffy-! Buffy-! I- I’m going to~!” he said, panting franticly.
“That’s okay. Go ahead. Any mess can be cleaned up later,” she said.
“Uhng! Ah! AHHHHH~!!” William cried out as he spurted into the air. Buffy had her arm around his shoulder so he wouldn’t fall back, and listened as his spendings spattered and dripped onto the hardwood floor. The last of his cum dribbled down her fist.
He leaned his forehead against hers, panting and whimpering. His whole body felt limp and rubbery. She squirmed on him again, and whimpered. She’d been ignoring her own needs, but didn’t know how much longer she could go on without going crazy.
As soon as William came to his senses, he picked up on her signals and said, “Oh, my love~, you must be dying~! Are you? May I lay you down and explore you? Would that bring you pleasure?”
“Oh, yes~! Please~,” Buffy said. And then she got up off his thigh and scrambled to the center of the bed. William turned and watched as she maneuvered into position and flopped down on her back, laying her head on a pillow. Her body glistened in the lamplight.
“Okay, explore here…” –she pointed to her pussy- “and here…” –she pointed to her breasts- “both at the same time if you like,” she finished. Then she smiled, held out her arms, and motioned for him to come to her.
William laughed, his face lighting up. “You are pure joy!” he exclaimed as he crawled over to her.
Buffy returned his laughter.
William laid down on his side to her left and put his arm around her, holding her close. He looked at her lovingly and ran his left hand up the inside of her thigh. Buffy moaned, arched her back and put her arm around him as well.
He looked longingly at her breasts, wanting to taste them. William decided to be bold and go ahead. As he leaned down to them he looked up at Buffy.
He was giving her That Look again. That innocent-sexy look. And bringing out his tongue. Yesyesyesyesyes… Buffy thought.
William licked the swell of her breast, all the way up to her nipple, eliciting a mewling sound from her. She watched her pointy, swollen nipple rest on his tongue as he slowly licked up causing her to moan insistently. Then he took the rosy nipple into his mouth and pulled his head back causing it to pop right back out. Buffy gave him a delighted squeak and he repeated the process several times to each of her nipples.
Then he took the first one into his mouth and began sucking it passionately yet gently. Buffy grabbed the back of his head and ruffled his hair, arching her back and twitching her hips. Her body was so keyed up that little mini orgasms began to rush over her. She mewled and twitched in ecstasy. Then he gave the other nipple the same treatment and she twisted her body slightly towards him and pressed his face to her breast.
“William~ William~ William~!” she cried out.
“Mmmmm~,” he replied.
And then he pulled his head away gasping for air.
“Mmmm~,” he said, licking his lips slightly.
Buffy whimpered and ruffled his hair.
Finally, he brought his fingers to her quim and began stroking and rubbing her clit and labia. She jerked into his fingers and gasped.
“Is this good, my love?” he asked.
“Yes, please don’t stop,” she said.
He continued his stroking and rubbing for a while and then he slipped his middle finger in between her folds and began rubbing around her opening. Buffy mewled desperately. William continued, marveling at the warm, wet, velvety texture. He could feel her quim pulsing and twitching for him and was suddenly aware of his returned erection. He could feel his pulse begin to race through it in anticipation. He ignored it and went on.
“M-May I feel inside of you?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Buffy in a wavering voice.
William slipped his finger inside and rubbed it all around the spongy swollen flesh he found there. That is a most interesting and delightful texture~, he thought. Buffy was moaning loudly now and throwing her head back. She was also tightening up.
“May I put another in?” he asked, before she could get any tighter.
“Uhunn~!” she cried.
William took that as a yes and slipped another finger in. He caressed her cunny as he moved his fingers into her. He made a beckoning motion with his fingers against her inner wall, wanting to get a really good feel. This had the lucky benefit of stimulating her G-spot and making her cum like mad. She clutched him and convulsed and screamed like a banshee. William’s eyes widened and he froze in shock at the extreme, although positive, reaction he was getting.
“William!! William!! William!!” she cried out as she continued to cum, tightening and pulsing around his fingers. She shivered and jerked like she was hooked up to lightning. Finally she collapsed, cooing and twitching slightly every now and then.
William pulled his fingers from her and then his jaw dropped when he looked at his hand. The whole thing was absolutely covered with her cum, the thick fluid webbing between his fingers as he splayed them.
“Goodness~!” he said, staring at it.
“Huh?” Buffy asked weakly. And then she leaned up and caught sight of his hand. “Whoa.”
What- what should I do now? wondered William. Should I lick it off? Oh, no, that seems rather indecorous. Should I wipe it on…what? The sheets? That doesn’t seem very proper either. Oh, dear.
“Oh, um, I- uh…I’m glad you said you, uh… liked that sort of thing, William,” Buffy said, giving him a nervous laugh. “Uh, I guess you can just wipe it on the sheets. If that’s how your hand looks, then the sheets are creamed anyway.”
William gave her a shy smile and did as she suggested.
“That was incredible,” said Buffy caressing the back of his head looking up at him sweetly “What you just did to me,” she added.
“Oh…I’m glad~,” William said, looking at her adoringly.
Then Buffy kissed him and ran her hand down his chest and to his stiff cock. She stroked it lightly with her fingers, causing William to make various happy noises as he kissed and cuddled her passionately.
Finally, William broke off the kiss and insinuated himself between her legs. “May I?” he asked.
“Yes,” replied, stroking his hair.
William hovered over her and wiggled his hips in an effort to position himself at her entrance.
“Here,” Buffy said, as she reached down to guide him in.
Thus positioned, he put one hand on her hip and used his other arm to push into her. “Oohhhh~!” he moaned. “Miss Buffy~.”
She made a happy noise and arched into him.
He gasped and groaned as he moved over her, reveling in the sensation of her hot center, and skin on skin. Both their bodies became slick with perspiration as he continued to thrust into her. “Oh~! Oh~! Oh~! Miss Buffy~! Buffy~! Buffy~,” chanted William as he bent his head down into the crook of her neck and moved a hand to her left breast. Buffy pitched her hips into his thrusts and held onto him, moaning and making other assorted happy noises.
“Ah, William~!” she cried out tightening around him and causing him to jerk his head up.
“Uhhgg~!” he groaned.
Then Buffy gasped and almost laughed at the sight of his spectacles askew and bent on his face from the rough treatment they had received as he pressed his face into her and the pillow. Buffy had become so accustomed to them, that she hadn’t even thought to remove them with the rest of his outfit. They were almost like a part of him.
“William don’t stop, but hold your head still so I can get those off you,” Buffy said, her voice breathy.
“Uhn~! Thank you~,” he said as he obeyed and moved only his hips, rocking them into her, while she removed the spectacles.
She hooked them onto the headboard and they slid down the curve to the post. “I’ll fix them for you later,” she said.
“Uhn~!” he replied and then returned to his thrusting pace. Soon he returned his head to the crook of her neck as well, and began groaning deep in his chest. He could feel her heartbeat quickening against his hand and her quim flutter around his hard member. He used the last of his strength to quicken his pace. Buffy threaded her fingers through his hair and placed her hand on his, over her heart.
Then, Buffy cried out as she climaxed and bucked under him. William joined her with cries of his own as he quivered on top of her with orgasmic delight, spending into her with rapid bursts. Finally and completely spent, he collapsed on top of her and panted against her, whispering, “I love you.”
“Love you too, William,” she
said, kissing his head and stroking his hand over her breast.
William sighed and passed
out.
Buffy sighed as well, her
eyes drooping shut. Soon, she was lulled to sleep by the sound of William’s
steady breathing.
--- To Be Continued . . .
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