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Where Do I Stand? by Thianna
3 - Gentleman
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Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.


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CHAPTER 3 - Gentleman

Angelus words rang in my head for the rest of the night and all till the next day. He was right. My damn sodding grandsire was right. There was nothing stopping me. I could take from this girl that had invaded my thoughts of late and then it would be done. I would taste her and feel her and my curiosity would be put to rest. So I waited for her by the marketplace as she packed up her stall and readied herself for the walk home. She was a glorious sight. Her clothing, though plain, hugged ever sensuous curve and each time she bent down it felt more and more uncomfortable down below my waist.

Images of my fantasy of her just an hour ago ran through my mind and I wondered if imagination would pale in comparison or if it would be better than the reality I was about to create. If it was any other woman, I would have just whisked her away into a dark alley. Her body would be imprisoned between cold stone and cold flesh. In minutes, her warmth would be flowing from beneath her and engulfing my need. But she wasn't any other woman. I decided that she didn't deserve selfishness. I surmised that perhaps once in her life she earned a taste of heaven. Surely, someone might think that thought was a bit boastful, but I knew what I could do. I knew what women wanted.

With a smile on my lips, I straightened my clothing to hide what I was carrying below my waist for her and walked on cobblestone streets towards her stall.

“I beg your pardon, miss but I was wondering if perhaps you needed any help."

She looked at me for a second assessing with her eyes whether I was friend or foe. If I had not been watching her for so long I would have been surprised by her candid behavior as she shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t really need any help, sir. But if you’re offering, you might as well help with the wheelbarrow there.”

I positioned myself in front of the contraption and lifted it with ease though fiend a small amount of difficulty for show. She grabbed a basket and started walking down the street without so much as looking back. It took some time to weave through the busy marketplace but once past the city limits, the roads were more manageable. The dirt road was easier to handle since the cobblestones jarred the wheelbarrow constantly. We eventually fell into a comfortable pace as she walked beside me.

“Thank you.” She said eventually breaking the silence.

“My pleasure. I was passing by and though you needed 'elp. It’s not really wise of you to be alone at such a late ‘our.”

“Late? It isn’t that late. The sun just set less than an hour ago.”

“Still. Though I think it odd that you do not at least ‘ave your ‘usband with you.”

“Husband?!” she said laughing. “I do not have one sir.”

“Brothers then?”

“No. I have no other kin except my cousins.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize. Such is life. My name is Elizabeth by the way.”

“William.” I said with a smile.

“You know, William. Uhm ... Since you helped me tonight I have to repay your kindness. You will stay and at least have dinner.” She said with pleading green eyes.

“I don’t want to impose on you and your family.”

She shook her head vigorously. “No. I’m all alone tonight and wouldn’t mind the company.”

I was a little taken aback that she showed no fear or hesitation in just inviting a complete stranger into her home and to feed him. This led me to either one of two conclusions. Either she was quite naïve which made the idea of conquering her quite desirable. Or she must have some skill in defending herself and felt confident enough to protect her person. Of course I doubted she’s ever faced a demon before.

We reached the farm soon enough and I kept up the act of being the concerned gentleman. It just didn’t feel like the right time to act yet.

Dinner was simple with stew and some bread but it didn’t really matter since sitting beside her now was better than the nights I spent outside in the cold. Her laugh was infectious and she glowed with a sort of light. Each minute that passed I knew I had to take her but things had to be handled with a sense of delicacy. I didn’t want to take from her unwillingly. I wanted to truly feel her against me. I wanted her to move with me and not against me.

"Well let me clear up the table then make us some tea." She said with a small smile.

She was busy cleaning the dishes she carried into the kitchen that she didn't hear me follow her with the last two plates. I purposely waited in silence behind her for a few seconds before leaning in, arms outstretched on either side of her as I unloaded my burden in the sink in front of her. She gasped in surprise and quickly turned around only to find herself inches from piercing blue eyes.

Blood colored her cheeks briefly and I closed my eyes to imprint her sweet scent to memory. Taking a chance, my hands moved towards her arms.

“William … “ she said so inaudibly that it was only with my vampiric hearing that I caught it.

“Yes?” I said letting my hands travel up and down her arms slowly.

“What are you doing?” she asked softly.

“Admiring you, pet.”


“Why not? You’re beautiful.”

She shook her head. “You must be mistaken. Surely the city women have more charm and class and…”

"Shhhh..." I said silencing her with one finger. “They have nothing compared to you, Elizabeth.” I leaned in towards her ear, my lips but a hairs breathe away from her skin. "You are beautiful.”

“I am not.” She said coyly.

“Will you let me be the judge of that?”

"But ..."

Her words were lost to her when my lips attacked the soft skin just below her ear with a soft kiss. Her heart started beating faster and the blood beneath her neck pumped strongly to life.

A gentle sigh escaped her lips as I pursed my own on her skin once more. Her body trembled ever so slightly as she felt kisses along the line of her jaw, inching towards the plump pink flesh of her lips. It was the lightest of touches but she didn't resist and her subtle sighs and moans seemed to signal that she wanted more. Not wanting to disappoint her, I leaned in and pressed down for a fuller kiss. She moved against me, her lips moving of their own accord now and I could feel the need and passion just below the surface. That was what I was looking for. So with lips and tongue I coaxed it. I wanted to be engulfed by the fire that I felt was burning brightly within her.

My hands went from sink to waist as I pulled her closer to me. Her body seemed to fit perfectly in my arms. Breaking the kiss to let her breath, I looked into her eyes as she stared at mine. “Believe me now when I say you’re beautiful?”

She bit her lower lip nervously which looked so adorable as she thought about the question. “Do you want me to show you just how beautiful I think you are?”

She hesitated for a moment so I released one arm from her waist and took her hand to kiss it in reverence. “Let me worship you, Elizabeth. Let me show you just how I see you.”

Rationality and need battled it out in her eyes as her lower lip suffered from slight worry. But the verdict ended up in my favor as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine. “Show me?” she said almost breathless.

I lifted her in my arms and let her lead me to her room. Once there I gently let her down on her feet. I kissed her forehead gently before standing up to my full height once again. I just stood there for a moment, admiring her beauty and a little surprised that she actually had agreed. I wasn't about to question why she agreed to be here with me. Honestly, I could really care less. With a tender look, my fingers pulled at the laces of her top, pushing the fabric down along with her shift to expose her soft breasts. She looked away from me and pulled at the fabric to cover her bosom once more. "None of that. There's nothing for you to be ashamed of, luv. Come now. Let me see you're true beauty."

"I'm sorry." She shook her head. She was confused ... unsure ... perhaps slightly ashamed that she agreed to this so quickly.

"Look at me, Elizabeth. ... Please?"

It took some time but she eventually turned her head to face me, her eyes locking on to mine. "Beautiful ..." I said before leaning down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss.

Tentatively she moved her arms ever so slightly keeping her top up but placing her hands against my chest. I thought for sure that she was going to push me away but the pressure she was applying soon disappeared as my tongue teased her lower lip wanting at least to taste more of her if this was all I was going to get tonight. The demon inside me was screaming that she was still clothed; that she wasn’t trying to catch her breath or that she wasn't wriggling beneath me. I scoffed him away knowing that from her it had to be freely given. Reluctantly I pulled away from her, brushing a lock of hair from her cheek.

"I should go. I've overstayed my ...”

Her hand suddenly grabbed my arm. "No! I mean ... uhm ... you don't have to ... leave."

"Ain't proper for me to stay now is it pet?"

"You didn't come here to be proper anyway."

She never ceased to amaze me. " ‘ow did you come to that conclusion, luv?"

She bit her lower lip nervously then turned her head to one side. "I've watched you," she said as her cheeks warmed in embarrassment. "I've seen you in the city passing by the marketplace. I know you watch me. Everyday near sunset, you come by and watch me. I know how men look at women. I've seen you give me that look enough times. I maybe poor, William, but not blind."

"So why ‘esitate?"

"I've never ... Someone as handsome as you I'm sure you've had lovers before. I'm ... I don't know what to do."

"It's not 'ard, luv. Just let yourself go. But are you sure Elizabeth? I wouldn't want to take something you don't want to give."

She slowly leaned in for another kiss wanting to lose herself, hoping to find that alluring lack of inhibition she found but moments ago. She moved her arms away from her chest, the soft fabric of her top caressing her bosom as it slid down to her waist. She gasped in surprise as my left hand cupped her breast, kneading it gently. I could feel the slight uncertainty building inside her again. "Shhh, Eliza ...” She crushed her lips against mine and leaned her body closer.

My hand explored the smooth skin of her body, marveling at the softness of her breasts and thighs as well as the tautness of her flat stomach. I slid my fingers lower, finding her warmth and need. Fingers rubbed against the soft fabric of her undergarment, applying pressure until I felt dampness. I wanted more and cursed at the amount of fabric women fancied wearing. She pulled away from me and took a few steps back.

I couldn't hide the disappointment I was feeling from the lack of contact and the idea that maybe she was feeling modest again. But to my surprise she began undoing her clothes. One by one they fell to the floor until all that was left was her body bathed in the gentle moonlight that fought to illuminate her room. Not wanting her to be alone in her nakedness, I undid my own clothing, discarding them with abandon somewhere in her small room. I quickly closed the distance between us, already aching to have her against me and around me but I needed to be gentle.

I lifted her into my arms and then gently laid her down on her bed. Once there, my fingers found their way to the warmth they discovered before, happy now that that there was no obstruction preventing me from truly feeling her. They slowly traced the length of her slit before slipping gently in. My body felt anxious as I heard the half gasp, half moan that her body sang. My lips littered soft kisses on the tender flesh of her breast and with a devilish smirk, I moved my mouth over a nipple and teased it slightly with my tongue. She shuddered at the continued assault on her breasts and her quim as my demon relishing in her moans. Her breathing turned erratic as I dared slip another finger into her and increased the speed of my thrusts. Her hands gripped the bed sheets as my thumb rubbed against the small ball of nerves near her quim and soon she found herself lost in euphoria.

"William ..."

"Yes, luv?"


"What is it you want, pet?"

"Please? ... "

"Tell me luv. Do not be afraid to tell me."

"Make me yours William. Let me know what a woman feels like."

In one swift move, I positioned myself above her and with a kiss I slid inside her. I could feel the barrier that announced her innocence and with one powerful thrust I buried myself deeper. Her slight whimper caused a tiny ache in my chest which I ignored focusing on the feel of her around me. My brave little Elizabeth held on, not once complaining about the pain I could read on her face. It would fade in time, but I wanted to ease it so I littered kiss on her bosom, wanting to distract her from the pain with a more pleasurable sensation.

Soon, her hips moved slightly against mine and the moans I had missed came back. Hips rocked against each other as we found a rhythm that seemed to increase her cries of pleasure.

"Will ... uhhh ... uhhh ... please ... Will... more ... " Her arms wrapped themselves around me pulling me closer and deeper into her as she drowned once more into the sea of ecstasy. Her muscles wrapped around my shaft tightly and soon I myself was lost inside her.

A languid smile was painted on her face as her fingers played with the soft curly locks of my hair. "Does ... does it always feel like that?" she said trying to catch her breath

"Yes and better if you'd let me, luv."

"Promise?" she said with a slight childlike innocence that was so endearing.

"On my honor as a gentleman."

"Don't lie. We both know that's not what you are and that's not what I want."

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