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
6th. 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
Underneath William, Buffy
stirred and opened her eyes. He was still snoozing soundly above her and hadn’t
moved an inch. His cock was even still halfway inside her. Buffy smiled and
sighed contentedly and with relief. It was undoubtedly very late, and it would
have been understandable if he’d gotten up and went home. But he didn’t.
He didn’t, Buffy
thought as she snuggled him and kissed his shoulder. Then she relaxed, sighed
again, and began playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. William made a
small noise and began to stir.
William could smell
her all around him and feel her body underneath his. It was intoxicating. He
moaned a little as he tried to come to his senses. Coming to his senses only
made him moan a little more as he took in the sensation of being naked on top
of his Miss Buffy. He could feel all the blood rush from his head and into his
prick, as it was apt to do whenever she was very close to him at all.
Oh, no~ Don’t do that,
he thought, as he lifted his head up and moaned, loudly this time.
Buffy gasped as she
felt him getting hard inside her and her pussy responded by getting very wet.
“William~!” she exclaimed, her voice breathy.
“I b-beg your
pardon,” he said in a wavering voice and attempted to get up. Buffy wrapped her
legs around him and pulled him back swiftly. They grunted as he was plunged all
the way back inside her.
“Miss Buffy, I-”
“We have to take advantage
of that,” Buffy said grinning and holding him close with her legs.
William blinked. “And- and
you don’t mind that I’m obviously a horribly randy man??”
Buffy laughed uncontrollably
as she suddenly had a vision of William as Austin Powers on a circular rotating
bed. Do I make you* randy*, baby?
“As long as you’re only
horribly randy for me, I love it,” Buffy said, still laughing.
“Oh~, jolly good, then~!”
William said, before giggling.
“Yes! Jolly good!” Buffy
exclaimed, squeezing him with her legs and cunny.
“Oh, yes!” William cried.
“God, yes!”
Buffy moaned and began
working her inner muscles around his cock creating waves of pressure. “OH! OH!
OH!” he chanted as his hips jerked into her on reflex. Buffy continued moaning
and tossed her head to and fro as she lost control and went into orgasm.
William threw his head back and let out a couple of high-pitched cries as he
came for the fourth time that night.
William slowly sunk down on
top of Buffy and let his weight rest on her once more. He turned his head to
the side so that he could get a little more air. “Shud I rull ovr?” he mumbled.
“No. Stay,” Buffy replied,
panting. “Is the bed spinning?”
“It spins,” William
answered.
“Not just me, then. Good,”
she said.
“Oh, how delightfully it
spins~,” William said, dreamily.
Buffy giggled. “We’ll…we’ll
just rest here for a bit, then. Just ‘til the bed stops spinning,” she said.
“Most sensible,” William said.
And then they drifted back
to sleep.
2
“Mmmmm, smells good, honey,”
said
“Thanks,”
“I know~! I’m surprised
William was able to walk out of here,”
“Well…he did forget his
sketchpad and supplies.”
“I think we can let her
sleep a little longer. Breakfast isn’t quite done yet,”
3
Buffy’s eyes shot open. Crap!
I fell asleep! Buffy looked around the room trying to discern what time it
was with no luck. Her room had no windows and no clocks, so it was anybody’s
guess. Damn. Well, it has to be late, she thought. Mental note: Buy a
wall clock.
She exhaled and then began
to shake William awake. “William~, William~, wake up,” she said.
William mumbled something
incoherent and snuggled closer.
“William, it’s late! Wake
up! Your mother is going to flip out!”
William gasped and pushed
himself up, eyes wide. “Oh my goodness! We fell asleep!”
“Twice,” Buffy added,
holding up two fingers.
William sat up and looked
around the room frantically.
“I don’t have a clock in
here. Let’s just assume it’s very late.”
“What if it’s morning?!
Mother will be beside herself!”
“Oh, I’m sure it can’t be morning,”
Buffy said, sliding off the bed. “I mean,
“The what-crack of
dawn?” William asked, giving her an incredulous look.
“Okay, do ya wanna talk
about my language, or do ya wanna get dressed?” Buffy asked.
William looked down at his
nude form briefly and then blushed. “Good point. Quite right. Should get
dressed,” he said, scooting off the bed.
Buffy laughed. “You’re still
so shy. Although, at least you let me look.”
“Well, if you wish to look,
I’m not one to deter you. Although, I don’t think I’m anything special,”
William said gathering up his clothes.
Buffy laughed again. “Do you
honestly not think you’re attractive?”
“No, it’s not that I think
I’m unattractive,” William said, continuing to put on his clothes. “I take good
care of myself and my appearance. I come out fair enough. It’s just that…I
don’t think I’m anything special…in that area. I must not be.”
“Why must you not be?” Buffy
asked, frowning.
“W-Well, if I was, then women
would notice me. And they don’t,” William said, tying his cravat. “E-Except for
you,” he added with a small smile.
“Well they don’t notice you
because they’re stupid. All they see is Mr. Unfashionable. If they were
enlightened, like me, they would be all over you like white on rice. You’d have
to beat ‘em off with sticks.”
William chuckled.
“Now, if they saw you naked,
I don’t see how they could miss it. I mean, really! Have you seen you naked?”
William laughed and blushed
further. Then he gave her his adoring intense look. Too sincere to be called
seductive, even though it was. “I could write poetry about you, Miss
Buffy. Reams of it.”
Buffy flushed and got that
melting feeling. “Well now, you can’t read that kind of poetry in front of the
others. You’ll have to give me a private recitation,” she said, pouring on the
flirtation. William leaned against the bedpost and looked at her. She could see
the passion, the fire, behind his eyes.
Buffy shook herself to her
senses and said, “But right now you have to go, because your mom, she’s going
to freak.”
“Oh! Right!” William
exclaimed, and snapped to his senses. He moved his hand up to adjust his
glasses…but they weren’t there. “Oh! My spectacles!” William turned around and
spied them hanging over the headboard by the post. He picked them up and looked
them over. They were bent as hell. “Oh, my…”
“Here,” Buffy said, “I’ll
fix them.” Buffy twisted them easily back into shape then put them on William’s
head and adjusted them further. “Good?” she asked.
“Yes, quite. Thank you,” he
replied adjusting them out of nervous habit.
Buffy smiled and grabbed his
hand. “C’mon, let’s get you home,” she said, leading him to the doorway and
opening it.
They kept each other’s gaze
as they walked into the main room of the flat, and then the brightness of the
room caught their attention and they turned their heads forward. Catching the
sight of
“You’re Sapphists!” William
exclaimed.
“You’re still here!”
exclaimed
“They’re what?! I
thought they were lesbians,” said Buffy.
“Sapphist is another word for lesbian,” explained
“Which is a shame because
her poetry is astoundingly beautiful,” said William, seemingly unfazed by the
latest turn of events. Then he sighed. “Such a pity,” he added.
“Wow, William. You’re
taking this whole lesbian thing better than I did when I first found out,”
Buffy said.
“Yeah, you freaked out a
little bit. But I did kind of spring it on ya,” said
“Uh, Hello~! I’d say
this situation is pretty sprung too!” said Buffy.
“I- I’m actually relieved,”
said William.
“Huh??” the girls said,
staring at him dumbly.
“C- Considering my own
situation, I’m quite relieved. Sh- Surely it means that Miss Willow and Tara
believe in love like I do, and- and w-won’t condemn me for…for still being
here. Surely they…they won’t think ill of me and forbid me to call,” William
said, looking up at them hopefully.
“Of -Of course not~! We’re
just relieved you don’t think ill of us!”
“Whoa, whoa, back the
carriage up here! William, are you saying that you’re totally okay with
the whole lesbian thing? Or are you just okay with it because you know that
they know what we did last night, and if they won’t pitch a fit, you won’t?”
asked Buffy.
“Um, well I don’t think I
understand what you just said, but I think I understand what you mean,” said
William. “And I…I think that it’s all right, if two people love each other.
After all, how can a love like Sappho’s be wrong? Her love is just as beautiful
as a man’s is for a woman. I don’t think love should be denied, even if society
condemns it.”
“So…you’re okay with it
because of Sappho,” Buffy said, giving him a look.
“In- In a way. It was she
that opened my eyes to it,” William said.
“So, are you just okay with
lesbians, or are you fine with homosexual men too?” Buffy asked.
“Men too,” he answered. “If
two men are in love, then that’s all right, I think. I don’t understand it,
because I’ve never fancied men, but I think it’s all right, if it’s love.”
“So…love rules all?”
pondered Buffy.
“Well…it should,” William
replied.
“Yay! Go love!” said
“And- And now we can be
completely open with each other. No one has to hide anymore,”
“And you’re not mad that we
hid it from you, right?”
William bent his head and
looked up at her. “Um, uh, I can hardly throw stones,” he replied.
“Yeah, but you only had to
keep having sex with Buffy a secret for one day. We’ve been keeping our secret
since we’ve known you,”
William blushed, first at
the boldness of her speech regarding the subject matter and then for another
reason. “How- How did you know that it was m-more than this one time?” he
stuttered.
“Girls talk,”
William’s eyebrows shot up.
“Best girlfriends tell each
other everything,” she continued. And then noting William’s look of horror she
added, “But not always everything! We just knew that she loves you and wanted
to do it with you and that you’re really good at doing, um, stuff.”
William’s horror changed to
red-faced shock.
“Oh, my God- Willow!!!”
Buffy yelled, red-faced as well.
“Something’s burning, I’d
better take it off the stove,”
“I’m sorry~! I panicked!”
“Stop talking!! Stop talking
now!!” Buffy yelled.
“It’s all complimentary! She
just wanted to share her joy at finding such a good man! Wouldn’t you want to
share a little of it with your best friends, too?”
William thought about it and said, “If I had any other best friends, besides you ladies, I suppose I might if they could be trusted.”
“And aren’t you flattered
that Buffy says you’re really good?”
I am going to *kill* her, Buffy thought.
William looked a little dazed
with embarrassment, but nodded his head yes.
“See,”
Buffy narrowed her eyes.
“But you’re still mad at me,
aren’t you?”
“Breakfast is ready and on
the table,”
“Oh, th- thank you,” William
said still feeling momentarily stunned. Then he gasped and put his hand to his
mouth. “Oh! Mother! She’ll be beyond worried sick! Whatever will I tell her?!
Oh my goodness!”
“Yeah, Holy cra-* crackers!”
said Buffy, realization sinking in.
“W-Why don’t you have
breakfast, and we’ll help you think of something,”
“Yeah, your mom’s gonna be worried no matter what at this point, so you might as well have a good excuse ready for when you get home,” Buffy said.
“Oh~, I’m going to have to
fib a good deal~,” William moaned.
“Yep, ‘fraid so, kimosabe,”
said
“Beg pardon?” asked William.
“Never mind, William,” said
William looked down at his
food and raised an eyebrow. “This is what you have for breakfast?!” he
asked.
“Of course. What’s more
breakfasty than eggs, bacon and pancakes?” replied
“Well, in my household we
just have toast with jam and tea. Not that this doesn’t look and smell
delicious,” William said. Then he picked up his fork and began to eat.
“You’re getting an
All-American breakfast today, William,”
William nodded his head yes
and continued to eat. He was famished.
4
After they finished
breakfast,
“Hey, William, you’re from
the suburbs, right?”
William nodded his head and
said, “Yes.”
“Why don’t you just tell her
you got lost in the city, then?”
“I have done that
before but…why wouldn’t I have just hailed a carriage?”
“Hmm…maybe…maybe you forgot.
Maybe you started daydreaming and walked out of here not paying attention to
where you were going.”
“But would his mom really
buy that?” asked Buffy.
“Actually, I have a history
of daydreaming and not paying attention to where I’m going, so that could
work,” William said.
“Excellent. Then
that’s your story,” said
“And then you can say that
you found your way back here and we gave you breakfast,” said
“Ah, a most sensible
suggestion. Thank you, Miss Tara,” William said.
“Great! Then William’s all
set with his story,” said Buffy brightly. “And while we’re hovering around the
subject of the city and its dangers…I would really feel better if we all knew
some martial arts. Even if there aren’t a lot of vampires, there are still
muggers and other assorted nut jobs out there.”
“Martial arts? That sounds
very interesting!” said William.
“See~ William’s on board,”
said Buffy.
“But where would we learn
such a thing?” asked William.
“From me, of course.”
“You know martial arts? Real
martial arts from the Orient?”
“Yep. My Wha-, er, mentor
and family friend, Mr. Giles, taught me. He traveled a lot and thought I ought
to know how to defend myself in the big bad west,” Buffy said with a
self-satisfied grin on her face.
You’re worried about Angelus
and Darla, aren’t you? sent
Yes. And anything else that
goes bump in the night. I know we haven’t seen hide nor hair of them, but they
could still be out there. I’ve been wanting to get William to learn self
defense for months now, so play along and learn too, dammit, Buffy sent back.
Fine, sent
“Maybe we should learn some
other stuff too,”
“And what else might we
learn?” William asked, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.
“Yoga and meditation!”
“Hey, that’s actually not a
bad idea. Kind of complementary to the martial arts,” Buffy said.
“Yoga? Is that where one
contorts oneself into odd positions?” asked William.
“Yes. It’s a great way to keep
fit. So is martial arts,” Buffy replied.
“Yes, I bet Buffy’s really
bendy,” Willow said, giving William a sly look.
William raised an eyebrow in
confusion. “Bendy?” he queried.
“Flexible,”
“Ah,” William said nodding
his head. Then he shrugged and said, “I suppose she would have to be if she has
mastered the art of yoga.”
The girls chuckled and made
the ‘Whoosh!’ motion over their heads. William gave them all a puzzled look and
Buffy told him to never mind.
We haven’t gotten up to anything
bendy, yet,
she sent to the girls.
“There’s one other thing I
think we should make a point of studying…And by ‘we’ I mean
The other girls exchanged a
look.
“Etiquette,”
“Ah, I thought you might be
working on that. That’s why I told Mother to give you some time, before I have
you over,” said William.
“What?! Oh, no, no, never ashamed~!”
William exclaimed, taking on a panicked look. “I- I- just thought that- that
you would- would want to im- impress her. And- And I want her to like you
immediately. But- But that doesn’t matter. I’ll take you to meet her right now
if you like!” William finished, standing up from the table and bumping it in
his haste.
“Oh, now I feel kinda bad. I
was just teasing you a little, William,” Buffy said as she tugged him back into
his seat.
“But- But I did offend you,”
William said, still twitchy with panic.
“I would say ‘concerned’,”
Buffy replied. “But you can still make it up to me, if you like,” she added
with a grin.
William nodded his head yes
quickly. “Anything,” he said.
Buffy scooted her chair
right next to his, slipped a hand onto his shoulder, and whispered in his ear,
“Well, if you really want to make it up to me, you could make wild
passionate love to me real quick before you leave.”
The shock and flush on
William’s face did not go unnoticed by
William looked at her, mouth
opened. He blinked then arched an eyebrow and said, “That seems like more of a reward
for me.”
“Well, making up isn’t about
punishment. It’s about showing someone how much you care and then the other
person showing how much they forgive you,” Buffy said, sultry and sweet.
“Oh…” he said, shooting a
glance at
“You want to draw me
first??” asked Buffy, giving him a look.
William shook his head no
slowly and bent his head down, looking at her through his eyelashes. Buffy
frowned and then looked down. It was then that she noticed the telltale bulge
in his pants and smiled. “Oh,” she said and got up to retrieve the sketchpad.
She handed it to him and he held it in front of his erection as he got up from
the table, eyeing the other two girls cautiously. They continued to be turned
the other way, much to his relief.
Then Buffy whisked him away
to her bedroom and closed the door.
5
William sat the sketchpad down on Buffy’s dresser while she closed the door. Then she led him over to the bed, undid the metal clasps on her robe and tossed it aside. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his, eliciting a lusty look. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed open-mouthed kisses to her lips. Buffy caressed the back of his head and neck and returned his passion with her own.
William gasped for air, burning with desire. “Are you ready, my love?” he asked.
Buffy was in a saucy mood and before she could think to censor herself said, “Why don’t you put your cock in between my legs and find out.”
William was stunned for the briefest of moments, but ultimately her bold language only increased his passion. Never had vulgarity sounded so appealing, so erotic. William growled and grabbed her hips, lifted her up slightly and toppled her onto her back on the bed. He was startled by his own sudden wildness, but before he could think to become self-conscious, Buffy giggled and lifted her legs, rubbing the sides of his body with them, and easing his mind.
William stood up to undo his trousers, all worries flying away. She wanted him. Wild. Passionate. Quick. Now. And, oh, how he wanted her. William released himself and then pushed her gown out of the way. Then he fell upon her and thrust into her madly, moaning and calling out her name. Buffy cried out in ecstasy and urged him on with her legs and clutched at his shoulders. She gasped and mewled and watched him move over her, his cravat hanging down and swaying with the motion of his body. Finally, she threw her head back and screamed in orgasm. William looked down at her, gripped the sheets hard as her quim clamped around him, and screamed his own orgasm as the clamping became pulsing. Then he buried his face in her shoulder and cried out as his body shook and his knees buckled.
Buffy rained kisses on his head and held him tight while he lay on top of her like a puppet with cut strings, whimpering. She whispered his name rapidly while she arched her back and writhed with an aftershock or two. William moaned weakly and wondered if a man could die from rapture. He had nearly floated into unconsciousness when there was a knock at the door.
“We hate to disturb, but William really
should be getting home now,”
Buffy sighed and called out, “Okay, just give us five more minutes~.”
“All right, T-minus five minutes and counting,”
William lifted his head and then struggled off of Buffy, stumbling backwards and falling on his butt with a thump. “Are you okay?” Buffy asked, stifling a chuckle. William was chuckling softly and nodded his head yes. Buffy smiled and got up, walked over to him and squatted in front of him between his legs. She reached out her hands and he took them, allowing her to pull him up. Then she tucked him back into his pants and buttoned him up. He was practically asleep on his feet. “Well, at least you won’t have to pretend to be sleepy when you get home.”
William smiled and looked at her through half closed eyes. “Yes, I definitely feel I could take a nap.”
Buffy looked him over to make sure he was all
together right, then handed him his sketchpad and led him out the door.
“Thank you, Miss Tara,” he said, sleepily.
“G-Good luck with your mom,”
“Yeah. See you tomorrow, William,” said
William nodded his head and bowed slightly. “’Til tomorrow, ladies.”
“’Til tomorrow, Sweet William,” Buffy said, caressing his face.
William gave her a sappy grin and whispered, “’Til tomorrow.”
The girls waved him goodbye and he entered the hallway, willing himself to stay alert. It seemed to take forever to get down the stairs and out of the building. He hailed a carriage and when he sat down in the seat, he sighed, slumped to the side, and fell fast asleep.
6
“Sir. Sir,” the carriage
driver said, as he prodded William, attempting to rouse him from sleep. “We’ve
arrived at your destination, good sir,” the driver said, prodding William
again. The young man finally stirred, much to the driver’s relief. “Are you all
right, lad?” he asked.
“Hmmm? Yes, very well, thank you,” William replied dreamily. Then William fished out his purse, handed the driver several quid and stumbled out of the carriage.
As William walked up the
steps and to the door of his house, he had the desire to just drop where he was
and curl up and go to sleep. He felt drained and satisfied. Spent, he
thought, letting out a short giggle. But he needed to make it to a couch or a
chair, at least. So he pressed on and opened the door and made his way to the
parlor. On the way he passed Lucy.
“Master William!” she cried,
setting her feather duster aside and following him into the parlor. “Master
William, your mother has been worried sick!”
William sighed and sat his
pencil set and sketchpad down on the coffee table. He felt a stab of guilt but
was really too knackered to deal with it. “Give her my apologies and let her
know I’m home,” he said as he lay down on the cream colored couch. Then he
mumbled, “Got lost. Breakfast at Miss Buffy’s. Tired…Taking a nap…G’night…” And
then he was snoozing soundly.
Lucy shook her head and
tsked. Then, before Lucy could fetch Mrs. Brighton, she appeared at another
entrance to the parlor and rushed over as fast as her cane would allow her.
After Lucy told what she knew, Anne Brighton bade her to fetch some knitting
needles and thread, and then looked down at her son.
Anne shook her head. Half of
her wanted to hug him kiss him and tell him how happy she was he was safe, and
the other half wanted to scold him to within an inch of his life. She was glad
her son was safe, but most annoyed that he had allowed himself to daydream his
way into trouble, yet again. He had worried her half to death and it couldn’t
have looked good to Miss Buffy. A woman wants a man with his feet on the
ground at least a little bit, she thought.
When Lucy brought in her
knitting supplies, Anne sighed and sat down on the couch across from William’s.
She picked up her knitting and waited, watching her son sleep, resolved to keep
her firmest look of disapproval in place.
7
William stirred a few hours later. He sat up, blinked his eyes, and then his mother came into focus. She looked quite put out. William bit his lip, and got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was in for a scolding, most definitely.
Anne set her knitting down
with a click. “I do hope Miss Buffy hasn’t changed her good opinion of you,”
she said.
William gave her a blank
look and then a puzzled one. “Why would she?” he asked.
“Wandering around in the
city all night with your head in the clouds (and worrying your mother half mad,
I might add) are not very reassuring signs to a lady. Did the ladies find you
outside the building then and invite you in? I’ll have to be sure and send them
a thank you note for their kindness. Lucy said you mumbled something about a
breakfast there,” Anne said, resisting the urge to soften.
William swallowed. “Y-Yes,
they found me outside and invited me in” (it sounded good as any excuse) “a-and
they didn’t seem to think ill of me. They even said that they looked forward to
seeing me tomorrow.”
“Well, that’s fortunate
then,” she sighed. “But William~ Honestly~ You had me worried
half to death! I was beside myself~!” Anne said, eyes beginning to brim.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mother~!”
William cried as he leapt off the couch and rushed to kneel in front of her.
“I’m very sorry~! I didn’t mean to worry you~!”
“I can’t help but worry~.
One of these days you’ll walk out in front of a carriage and be dashed to
bits~!”
“No I won’t! I promise~.
I’ll be more careful, Mother. Honestly~! Can you ever forgive me?” he asked.
Anne sighed. “Of course I
can, darling. Always. I just worry about you,” she said stroking his
hair. “You must keep your head, in the city. It’s dangerous to do otherwise.
I don’t wish to have the constable at our door, telling me I have a son to
bury.”
William’s gut sank further.
“I’ll keep my head, in the city. I promise,” he said in a hushed voice. He
would have to make sure he never stayed overnight at Miss Buffy’s again
(although he could never regret last night). He didn’t want to send his mother
into a nervous hospital and hated to think of her worrying about him every time
he went into the city.
Anne hugged him and kissed
his head saying that all was forgiven. William gave her a nod, relieved that
the confrontation was over. Mother never held grudges and would probably not
worry about him as long as he arrived home on time tomorrow night.
Anne sighed with relief. She
hated confrontations and was glad to put it behind them. Now she could focus on
happier things. “So…do you have a drawing to show me?” she asked smiling with
anticipation, emotions turning on a dime.
“Oh, yes. Of course!”
William said, turning around and grabbing his sketchpad off the coffee table.
He opened it to the right page and handed it to her.
“Oh, aren’t they all lovely~!” Anne exclaimed. She cooed over the picture, as she looked it over. She wondered which one was Miss Buffy. As if reading her mind, William named each girl, finishing with Miss Buffy at the end. Then Anne lifted her head and said, “Why, she’s even lovelier than that Addams girl, if I do say so myself.”
William smiled. “Yes, she
is, isn’t she?” Then he told her all about his visit, leaving out the
scandalous bits.
“And I’ve saved the best for
last, Mother. You recall me telling of the picture that Miss Tara drew of me?
Well, Miss Buffy claimed it and hung it in her very bedchamber!” William
finished, eyes shining.
“Oh~!” Anne gasped, clasping
her hands to her chest. “In her bedchamber? Surely that is one of the
highest honors a lady may bestow on a gentleman! My goodness!” she exclaimed.
“You mustn’t hesitate to offer her a proper photograph, then.”
“Really, Mother? Do you
think so? Perhaps I’ll have a new one made?”
“I think Miss Buffy would
like that,” Anne said smiling warmly.
“Should I ask her first or
should I make it a surprise, do you think?”
“Ask first. Give her
something to look forward to.”
William tilted his head bashfully.
“All right, then.”
“But before you do anything
else, I think you should have one of the servants draw you a bath. You’ve been
running around in that filthy city all night.”
“A capital suggestion,
Mother. I’ll go do that straightaway.” William stood, exchanged a nod with his
mum, and then walked out of the room whistling. Anne watched him go fondly,
then she turned back to the drawing on her lap, studying it awhile longer
before she sat it aside and resumed her knitting.
--- To Be Continued . . .
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