Author's notes: Thank you dawnofme and Mabel Marsters for making my fic so much better, and bear hugs to all you who are reading and enjoying. ;) The load of work is stressing me out at the moment so I've decided to post so I can soak up some awesomeness from your sweet reviews. I appreciate every single comment. :)


Chapter 7


They’d almost got caught the night before, but luck had been on their side, and Miss Bennett had left before she could notice them behind the counter. As they’d raced up the stairs to their respective bedrooms, they couldn’t help but stifle giggles from the exhilaration. Unable to resist, they’d stopped on the landing to share one lustful kiss before parting.


Now, tiptoeing down the hallway, Buffy peered into the darkness as she tried to find the door to William’s room. Unfortunately, she was scarred for life from witnessing Faith enjoying her newest conquest when Buffy came back to their room. Words couldn’t explain how much she needed to have her memories erased.


'23, 24… oh come on. Damn Faith and her skankiness. 27. Ah, 28.'


Buffy let out a sigh of relief, and as she stepped forward, she promptly tripped over a heavy steel object on the floor. Her hands flew to her mouth, muffling a yelp of pain. Good thing it was the middle of the night, or else she’d be caught hopping around the hallway like some kind of freak.


'Who the hell puts stuff like that on the floor?'


Too tired and annoyed to inspect the offending object, Buffy staggered to reach door number 28. She raised her fist and hesitated, putting it down.


'Now what? Are you gonna stand here all night and stare at the door?'


Buffy fidgeted for a few seconds, not knowing why she was so nervous. It wasn’t like she’d never been in his room before. Admittedly, it was quite different to barge in on someone after midnight and demand asylum without them offering it first. What if he took it the wrong way? What if she wanted him to take it the wrong way?


Scowling at her muddled logic, Buffy raised her fist and knocked before she could talk herself out of it. She waited. Nothing. She knocked again and sighed in relief when she heard the commotion on the other side. Her heart picked up in speed as she nervously wiped her sweaty palms on her thighs.


The door opened, revealing a sleep-rumpled William wearing nothing but boxers. Buffy shamelessly ogled him before she snapped out of the daze his half-naked state had put her in and offered him a crooked smile.


“Buffy? Is something wrong?” He stood there frowning, while her hands itched to ruffle his messy hair even more.


'Wait, did he ask me something? Damn it, Buffy, stop staring at his yummy almost nakedness.'


“Uh… I’m here because… umm… I have a reason for that.” She blushed. Why did she come here again? “Oh… Faith! She threw me out of the room … again.” She smiled and played with the hem of her shirt.


“Right then. Why don’t you come in?” William stepped away so she could enter before he closed the door.


“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”


“’S alright. You know you can always come here… day or night,” he said with a grin and closed the distance between them. Buffy leaned into his embrace and stroked the velvety skin of his back. He shivered against her and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.


“I didn’t bring any pajamas,” Buffy said. “Would you give me your t-shirt?”


William groaned and tightened his arms around her. “Are you trying to kill me?”


“Why?”


“Nothing… it’s just… do you have idea how hot you look when you’re wearing my stuff?”


“I do?” she asked, surprised. “Maybe we could find out if the same applies to you wearing mine.”


William chuckled. “Not sure pink is my colour.”


“Don’t knock it till you try it. I bet you’d look cute.”


“Not cute,” he muttered half-heartedly and slipped out of her embrace to get her a t-shirt.


Buffy sneaked behind him, kissing him between the shoulder blades. “You are. Cute, handsome… sexy.”


William snorted, ignoring the scowl at his response and handed her the garment, his eyes following the sway of her hips as she went into the bathroom to change. Sliding beneath his comforter, William let out a yawn. He wasn’t used to being complimented and blushed like a git every time Buffy said something like that to him. As far as he was concerned, she was the beautiful one in their relationship.


Buffy stepped out of the bathroom and his gaze swept over her lean legs. Gulping as she stopped next to his bed, he lifted the comforter so she could climb in. Her scent washed over him as she snuggled close to his side, her warm hand resting on his bare chest. He was fairly certain she could feel the wild staccato of his heart, but fortunately, she didn’t comment on it.


The heat spread through his limbs under her touch. Sparks of electricity dancing along his nerves making him shift as he suppressed a groan. Then Buffy wedged her leg between his and kissed the side of his neck, causing William to inhale sharply.


“I love the way you smell,” Buffy murmured and inadvertently stroked his chest, seemingly unaware of the feelings she stirred deep inside him. William’s hand shook slightly as he massaged her scalp. He tried to force inappropriate images out of his head, but the more he tried, the more he couldn’t concentrate on anything else.


“Buffy…”


“Hmm?”


“Uh… nothing. Just… good night,” he said and tried to slow his breathing.


“Good night, William.”


He closed his eyes, willing himself to fall asleep, but his every sense seemed to be heightened, attuned to the soft female body pressed to his side. Her quick breath tickled the side of his neck, revealing that she was awake too. The temperature in the room seemed to rise several degrees, his skin sensitized to the point where it felt too tight. His whole body screamed with the urge to roll to his side and kiss Buffy. Touch her. Feel that smooth skin under his hands, taste the sweetness of her mouth, and caress her breasts as she arched into him. William clenched his jaw.


“I can’t sleep,” she whispered suddenly.


“Neither can I,” he admitted and glanced at her.


“What are we going to do?”


There were several things on his mind, but none of them were exactly safe to say out loud. Well, unless he wanted to don a shiner, and Buffy had a lot more strength that one would have given her the credit for. They kissed on a regular basis but it was usually her initiating it, so William felt quite unsure of being assertive. The last thing he wanted was to force himself on her.


“We could talk,” William said.


“Are you sure you’re not tired? You were asleep before I barged in on you like that. Rude much?”


“Wouldn’t trade this for anything, Buffy. You know I love having you around.”


Buffy shifted impossibly closer, which made William shudder and try to come up with any disgusting images to keep his libido under control.


“Are you okay?” she asked and stroked his chest. “You’re all tense.”


William forced his body to relax and kissed her forehead. “Sorry. I’m fine. Really.”


“William,” she said in that tone of voice that told him Buffy knew he was lying.


“It’s just… I really want to… kiss you.”


Buffy smiled against his neck and nipped at his skin. “What’s stopping you?”


“Nothing… I just wasn’t sure if it would be alright with you.”


“You don’t have to ask, William. You’re my boyfriend.” Buffy smiled. “It’s not like we can’t control ourselves, right?”


“Maybe I can’t.”


“Maybe I don’t care. Please… kiss me?”


Seeing her wide eyes, the soft pout, William couldn’t hold back anymore. Before she could blink, he was on his side and drawing her against him with a groan. Buffy let out a moan, and he no longer cared that she could feel the state of his arousal pressed into her belly. Not when she was gazing at him with those hooded eyes beginning to smolder with desire. Her fingers slipped into his hair as she pulled him closer, covering his lips with hers.


This was as close to heaven as he would ever get, he was sure of it. Here in Buffy’s arms, with her taste lingering on his tongue and the silkiness of her back under his hands. And the way she moved against him. It was everything he could have asked for, yet he hungered for more. Her tongue traced sinful patterns on his parted lips before she delved inside, marking him as hers.


Her hands left a blazing trail down his back as she explored his bare flesh and she dragged him on top of her.


“Buffy,” William whispered with awe into her cheek before claiming her swollen lips once again.


The way she touched him drove him crazy, awakening something so primal writhing in him, he was helpless to do anything but submit. To her. To passion. Her fingers drifted down to squeeze his buttocks before her pelvis rolled against his, and William gasped into her mouth.


“Please, William… touch me.”


What kind of man would he be if he denied her?


William’s hand softly traced her side before disappearing under the t-shirt he’d lent her. His fingers crawled slowly up her ribcage as his eyes drank in her flushed cheeks and fluttering eyelashes. The way her graceful throat arched as he brushed the underside of her breasts had William biting his lower lip.


“So beautiful,” he murmured as he fully palmed her left breast. Buffy’s eyelids fluttered shut as he grazed her nipple, so William did it again. He was fascinated, her every expression and sound burning into his memory.


Buffy opened her eyes and grasped his hand. Despite what he saw in her eyes, for a moment he was afraid he’d done something wrong. Then she guided his hand to the hem of her t-shirt, prompting him to take it off. With trembling hands, he did so and stared at the vision before him. He could feel she was nervous in the way her hands twitched with the urge to cover herself though she tried to hide it.


“You’re perfect.” He leaned down to kiss her lips. The way the bare skin of their torsos rubbed together, pelvises undulating against each other caused William to let out a shuddering breath.


“We both are,” she said with a breathy laugh and tugged him closer with her legs criss-crossing behind his back.


William was painfully aware how little separated them, as he felt her heat seep into him through the thin layer of their underwear. His lips kissed a path down her neck to kiss the tops of her heaving breast. The fingers treading through his thick hair told him she didn’t want him to stop, so he indulged himself in what he wanted to do for a long time.


His hand cupped her breast as he leaned down and hesitantly trailed his tongue around the areola before sucking it avidly between his lips. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Somehow, this girl managed to crash into his dreary life and chase away the shadows of loneliness. And now she was here, their limbs tangled as Buffy’s legs tightened around him in response as she continued to rock against him. If she kept it up it wouldn’t be long before he embarrassed himself.


“Don’t stop,” she said between heavy breaths.


William sucked harder as his hand massaged the neglected breast. He could feel her thighs starting to tremble against his sides, and he sped up his thrusts against her. Buffy was so close he could almost taste it and it filled him with a male pride he’d never experienced before. It was him, William the bloody awful poet, giving this angel pleasure that made her twist and pant. Buffy let out a moan, gripping his hair with more force as she came apart around him. Seeing the blissful expression on her face, hearing her cry out his name in passion was enough for William to follow her into ecstasy.


He rested his forehead against her neck, listening to the rapid beat of her pulse as they waited for their breath to return to normal.


“Oh my God… that was… you’re amazing, William.”


“I’ve never been so hungry for anyone in my life. And it’s not me who’s amazing. God, you’re…. there are no words eloquent enough to express how breathtaking you are.”


Buffy blushed and squirmed. “I think that I… nothing.”


William lifted his head and gazed at her. “Tell me.”


“You’ll wig out.”


“I promise I won’t,” he said with a chuckle as he kissed her burning cheek.


“I think that… I mean, I might be… I am falling in love with you.”


Silence.


“William?”


Just a few words and his world came undone. His mind couldn’t process it, as her sweet confession echoed in his brain. Then she started to wriggle under him in effort to escape, and his mind snapped back to the situation at hand. William could have kicked himself for zoning out when he noticed her quivering lower lip. She wouldn’t look at him, probably making up all sorts of assumptions.


Deciding actions spoke louder than words; William grasped her cheeks and crashed his lips to hers. He poured everything he felt for her, all the desperate passion and tenderness, into the kiss until she yielded into him once again.


Breaking the kiss, William tried to speak through the lump in his throat. “I love you, Buffy. God, I love you so much it hurts. I never thought you’d ever--”


“How could I not?” She hugged him closer, desperate to touch him.


After a moment, Buffy asked, “William?”


“Yeah?”


“I think we should clean up.”


Buffy scrunched up her face as she wriggled under him and William nodded.


After they cleaned up and went to bed, sleep came easy as they lay in each other’s arms.


TBC


Author's note: Thumbs up for William's lack of long term restraint? lol