Title: Sweet Sixteen
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the Btvs
characters belong to me.
Rating: Up to NC-17

Summary: AU. William and Buffy are teenage
neighbors meeting for the first time. Love and
hormones rage!


Part One....

~~~~~
"You come on like a dream
Peaches and cream
Lips like strawberry wine
You're sixteen, you're beautiful,
And you're mine.."
~~~~~

William hated being seventeen. It was a crappy age,
being so close to adulthood that you could taste
it. Damn year dragged on with seemingly no end
in sight.

Sixteen had been good. A lot of things happened
when you crossed the line from fifteen to sixteen.

Not quite an adult, but no longer a child. A person
had a lot more say in their own lives when they hit
that magic age. You could stay out later...you
didn't have to be in bed by a certain time...and, best
of all, you could drive a car.

Not that there was anyplace exciting to drive to in
Sunnydale.

William rolled over from his back to his front, and let
his fingers trail across the azure water of the pool. The
sun felt good, but he wasn't really used to it yet.

He'd been looking forward to living in California. England
was all right, but he'd heard so many stories from his
friends who'd traveled to the states, and it always made
him yearn to be able to see the amazing things they'd
described to him in such vivid detail.

After nagging his grandmother to the point of madness,
she'd finally agreed to allow him to come and live in
Sunnydale with his uncle.

Although he'd felt a little guilty about leaving her alone
at Blackoaks, rattling around the huge estate with no one
but the servants for company, she'd alleviated that guilt
by deciding to return to the townhouse for an indefinite
period of time.

So he had boarded a plane for the United States with
a clear conscience. Grandma Abby had plenty of friends
in London, not to mention Aunt Susan and her brood.

Now, he was finally living in California...and he was bored
out of his mind. Stuck in a one stoplight town called
Sunnydale, and living with a high school librarian. The
fun never stopped!

Not that he wasn't getting along with his uncle. He had
only met his mother's brother a few times in his life, the
last time at his parent's funeral when he was ten years old.

Rupert Giles was every inch an English gentleman, from his
tweed jackets to his sensible oxford shoes to his wire rimmed
spectacles. He lived a quiet and bookish life, and the only
concession he had made to a "California Lifestyle" was the
swimming pool he'd had installed in his back yard after he'd
been involved in a car accident years ago. When he'd come
home from the hospital, he'd begun an exercise regimen
that would put Charles Atlas to shame. Since he enjoyed
swimming but hated the drive to the health club one town
over, he'd had the pool built, along with a small cottage on
the far side of it, set back in the gardens. Although it had
served as a sort of makeshift gymnasium for a while, it had
been cleaned out and redecorated.It was now a bedroom-
sitting room, and his uncle had turned it over to him.

It was a pretty nice set up. Fairly roomy, and he had all
the privacy he wanted. Poor old Uncle Rupert just couldn't
stand the noise in his perfect little house, so the pool house
arrangement suited them both nicely.

William had already made a few friends in town, and all of
them had been awed by the very idea of being able to live in a
separate area from parental control. Xander Harris in particular
had almost been foaming at the mouth at the notion of living
apart from his own parents. Not that William could blame him.
He'd met Xander's parents and he wouldn't want to live with them
either.

~~~~~
"You're all ribbons and curls
Oh, what a girl!
Eyes that sparkle and shine
You're sixteen, you're beautiful
And you're mine.."
~~~~~

He heard his uncle's car pull into the driveway. Al-
though technically it was summer holiday, school would
be starting in another week and the old boy wanted his
cherished library in apple pie order before the students
came back and made a mess of his filing system.

The front door opened and closed, then the sliding
door to the patio squeaked along it's runners. William
turned and saw his uncle glancing through the stack
of mail in his hand.

"Oh, um....William. You have....let's see....a letter
from your grandmother...your monthly stipend...and
something..." He peered at the front of a neon pink en-
velope, covered with a messy black scrawl. "...I think
it's from someone named....Donetta?"

William chuckled. "Drusilla," he corrected. "She's a friend
from London."

"Uh...yes...well," Rupert Giles glanced at his nephew and
promptly turned a brilliant shade of crimson. "Oh, William,
really! I have asked you time and time again to please wear
an appropriate garment when you use the pool!"

William sighed and reached for a pair of cut offs. "Sorry, Unc...but
it's not like anyone can see." He gestured around at the high
walls, covered by even higher shrubbery, and several tall bushy
trees. "The only neighbor who might get a shock is Mrs Summers
and she's at work during the day."

"That's hardly the point, William. This is a small town we live in, a
civilized society, and one does not romp naked out of doors."

"Well, maybe one should," William suggested. He stood up and
stepped into his shorts. "Might spice things up around here for
a change." Straightening, he zipped his fly, then turned and
dove into the deep end of the pool, splashing his uncle with a
liberal amount of water.

He came up at the other end, beneath the slide. Shaking his
shaggy curls out of his eyes, he saw his uncles lips moving
and knew he'd missed whatever he was supposed to be hearing.

"I'm sorry," he admitted. "I didn't hear you." Swimming to the
side of the pool, he gazed up at the older man, squinting in the
afternoon glare of the sun.

"I said," Rupert continued, shaking the drops of water off his
mail, "that Mrs. Summers is expecting her daughter to arrive home
either today or tomorrow. I will not be pleased if you give the
girl an education in male anatomy outside of the school grounds."

William grinned, unable to help himself. "So, I should give her that
lesson in the school corridors, huh?"

"Very amusing," his uncle said dryly.

William heaved himself up out of the water, and sat on the brick
deck, dangling his legs. "So...what's her name?"

Rupert had turned and was making his way back to the house,
still perusing his mail. "Pardon?"

"The daughter." It was beginning to sound like things were
going to pick up a bit on Revello Drive. "She got a name?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes....Elizabeth."

William nodded. Elizabeth wasn't a bad name. Maybe she liked
to be called Liz or Beth.

"But I believe she goes by a nickname..Buffy."

"Buffy?" William muttered. "What the hell kind of a name is
Buffy?"

~~~~~
"You walked out of my dreams
And into my arms
Now, you're my angel divine
You're sixteen, you're beautiful
And you're mine..."
~~~~~


TBC....
Comments?

Title: Sweet Sixteen
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: AU (my first) Everyone
is human. William and Buffy are teen-
age neighbors, about to meet for the
first time.

Rating: Up to NC-17



Part Two...

~~~~~~~~~~
"You're my baby
You're my pet
We fell in love on the night we met.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Saturday morning dawned hot and bright. The temp-
erature was already in the high eighties before noon.

After rolling out of bed at 10:00, William had joined his
uncle for the Saturday morning brunch ritual they had
been following ever since his arrival. One of the most
surprising discoveries he'd made about his little known
relative was the fact that he was a pretty good cook.

Every Saturday at 10:30 on the spot, William would enter
the dining room of his uncle's house and find a platter
of deliciously scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, various
fruits, toast, muffins of one sort or another, and real English
tea served with milk and sugar. He still hadn't adapted to
the American custom of squeezing lemons into tea.

After the meal, they would talk for a bit about whatever
plans they had for the day. William always made sure to
offer himself up for any chores that needed doing before
leaving the house.

It was a new experience for him. In England, he hadn't
had to lift a finger to do anything other than his school
work. Black Oaks was fully staffed, with a large contingent
of household servants...a butler, a housekeeper, eight
upstairs maids and eight downstairs, a chef, and four
kitchen helpers. Along with the indoor staff, there was a
grounds keeper and his four assistants, a chauffeur, a
stable master, and three stable hands.

The town house in London was almost as heavily
staffed, save for the fact that there was only one
gardener and no stable workers.

Still, even though it wasn't costing his uncle anything
to have him in residence, William wanted to help out if
he could. After all, the man wasn't getting any younger. By
William's calculations, Uncle Rupert had to be pushing 45.

This morning, the only thing he'd requested was that
William skim the leaves and any other debris off the surface
of the pool. He had a man who came to clean and main-
tain the filters and heaters, but he wasn't due for a few
days, and Rupert hated leaves in the pool.

As William stood there, running the net back and forth, he
caught a glimpse of himself in the pool house window. He
was going to have to get a haircut soon, before school started
anyway. Stupid curls were definitely looking a little on the
shaggy dog side of things. He wondered idly if he should go
ahead and bleach it again. It had been a while since he'd
bothered, and his hair was a mixture of light brown and
platinum blonde.

He was hanging the skimmer back on it's hook, when he
heard a car pull in to the driveway next door. Mrs. Summers
black Cherokee was in serious need of a brake job, and
he always knew when she came home.

William could hear his uncle greeting their neighbor. Smiling
to himself, he couldn't help thinking that old Uncle
Rupert was a good deal attracted to the woman. Not that
he was surprised by it. She was a good looking woman, for
her age.

"....the traffic from the airport is murder in the afternoon."

"Oh, yes," his uncle replied. "I can imagine. Good show that
you went early then."

A car door slammed, and William heard the click of heels on
pavement.

"Anyway...this is my daughter. Buffy...this is Mr. Giles. He's
the librarian at your new school."

"Hello, Buffy. Your mother speaks of you often, I almost feel
I know you."

William was about to go into the house when he heard a girl's
voice reply to his uncle's greeting.

"Hi. Nice to meet you."

Those five words were all she spoke, but the sound of her
voice caught William's attention, and he peeked around the
hedge at the head of the driveway to get a look at his new
neighbor.

"Bloody hell," he muttered beneath his breath, a remark
that his grandmother had done her level best to eliminate from
his vocabulary. He'd had more than one crack across the
knuckles from her, after he'd picked up the phrase from the
grounds keeper at Black Oaks, old Charlie Corcoran.

But he couldn't help it. This Miss Summers was absolutely
hands down the prettiest girl he'd seen anywhere in Sunny-
dale.

She had long hair, a beautiful shade of honey brown. It was
thick and shiny looking, and he wanted to touch it. No more
than five feet two inches tall, even in the heels she was wear-
ing, her body was a pocket sized Venus; slender legs that
were lightly tanned, a tiny waist, and nicely curved breasts that
were surprisingly ample for such a small girl.

As his eyes moved avidly up and down her figure,
he developed an immediate erection.

"...and I'm sure you'll be meeting him soon."

His uncle was speaking to her, apparently telling her about
his transplanted nephew.

"That'll be nice," she said. "Will he be going to...."

"Uh, yes...Sunnydale High School. He'll be a senior this
year."

"You know," Buffy's mother broke in. "We'll be having a birthday
party for Buffy in a few days. Maybe he'd like to come and bring
some friends. She doesn't really know anyone here yet."

William grinned. Oh, he would definitely be attending that
party. And he'd be very careful about who he would be bringing
along. No single guys allowed. Xander could come and bring
his girlfriend, Anya. Oz was a shoe in, of course. He'd been in
love with his own neighbor, Willow, since they were kids.

"William?" his uncle called. He'd been spotted lurking
in the shadows.

Shaking his hair out of his eyes again (he really was going to
have to get it cut), he joined the three people in the driveway.

"William...this is Buffy," Rupert continued. "She's been spending
the summer with her father, I believe?"

Joyce nodded. "We'd only just moved in when she went to
stay with her dad in Los Angeles," she explained. "Buffy...this
is Mr. Giles nephew, William Darlington."

Big green eyes with impossibly long lashes lifted to meet
his gaze, mesmerizing him. "Hello," he managed to say.

Buffy smiled up at him. "Hi!" she said, holding out her hand.

William took it and held it for a moment, his own larger hand
seeming to swallow it up. It was small and soft, and warm,
and he felt a ridiculous urge to lift it to his lips and kiss it.

He was so done in by her that when she pulled her hand
back, he forgot to let go!


~~~~~~~~~~
"You touched my hand
My heart went "pop"
And, ooh when we kissed
I could not stop

You walked out of my dreams
And into my arms
Now, you're my angel divine
You're sixteen, you're beautiful
And you're mine

You're sixteen, so beautiful
And you're mine..."
~~~~~~~~~~



TBC
(comments?)

Title: Sweet Sixteen
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I only own the story
Feedback: Yes, please
Rating: Will vary. This part PG13

Summary: AU (my first) Everybody's
human. William and Buffy are teenage
neighbors, meeting for the first time.

AN: If you're trying to picture what William
looks like in this fic, think beginning season
7, without the tormented expression. I can't
help it, I just loved his hair that way. He may
bleach it later in the story..or he may not. I'm
not sure yet.



Part Three


~~~~~
"Today I'm gonna ride away
And feel the sun throughout my hair
Finally free to be who I want to be
Who that is, I don't really care.."
~~~~~

"Mr. Giles' nephew is certainly a handsome boy,
don't you think?"

Buffy paused in her unpacking, and stared out the
window for a moment. It was a hot and cloudless day,
and the sky wasn't nearly as blue as his eyes.

Joyce moved around the room, picking up each item
of clothing Buffy unpacked and tossing it into her
laundry basket. She smiled at the sight of her daughter,
who had apparently forgotten the rest of the world for
a moment.

"He's very polite, too," she went on. "Last week, he came
out and helped me carry all those bricks for the patio. He
wouldn't let me pay him, either. He's been well brought
up, you can tell."

"Mm-hmm," Buffy murmured, as she wandered over
to open her bedroom window. "He's...nice."

It was all Joyce Summers could do to keep a straight
face. She had seen Buffy's expression when William had
appeared on the scene, and had all but heard the twang of
cupid's arrow as it whistled through her daughter and nailed
that young man right in the heart.

"Do you think we should invite him to your birthday party?"
she asked, keeping her voice deliberately casual.

"Yes!" Buffy said loudly, turning to face her mother. "I
think we should. It's the...neighborly thing to do."

"I agree," Joyce replied. She watched as Buffy stared
out the window, and marveled at what a beauty her baby
was growing up to be. Beautiful, and sweet natured as
well. She'd had no worries whatsoever about bringing Buffy
to Sunnydale, and moving her away from everyone she knew.

Her daughter made friends easily, and Joyce was certain
that by the end of the first week of school, Buffy would
have a new group of kids to hang out and have fun with.

"Maybe we should have him bring some friends with
him," Joyce added. "He hasn't been here terribly long
either, but I'm sure he's met some of the kids around the
neighborhood."

"Good idea," Buffy said absently, then turned to look
at her mother. "Do you want me to do any chores today,
Mom? Anything?"

Joyce shook her head. "No, honey. You just relax and
get settled in. We'll worry about chores another day."

"Are you sure?" Buffy persisted. "I could...um...water
the grass, or..pull weeds or something. I don't mind!"

Buffy had never in her life volunteered so eagerly for
yard work, and it made Joyce smile inwardly, knowing
the reason behind this sudden burst of energy was a
handsome English boy with blue eyes and a charming
smile.

"Well," she said with a shrug. "I suppose you could do
a few things in the back yard, if you want to. The dandelions
are trying to take over the lawn, and you could trim the rose
bushes."

Buffy nodded. "I can do that! Just let me change."


~~~~~
"Cuz I've got friends who love me
Blue skies are above me
My blonde hair is everywhere

Sweet sixteen, gonna spread my wings
Sweet sixteen, it's my chance to shine
~~~~~

Buffy searched her dresser drawers for clean
clothes. She found a pair of black denim
shorts and pulled them on, then donned her
red halter top.

After touching up her make up, she brushed her
hair and tied a red bandana around it.

Satisfied with her appearance, she practically skipped
downstairs and out to the garage. She grabbed the
hedge trimmers and an empty pail, then headed for
the back yard.

Peeking through a gap in the fence, she spotted Mr.
Giles' nephew stretched out in a lounge chair by the
pool. He was wearing the same cut off shorts he'd had
on when she'd met him, but he'd removed his t-shirt
to sun bathe.

"Oh....wow." He was so cute. She loved those messy
brownish blond curls he'd kept pushing out of his
lovely blue eyes, and she'd been briefly envious of his
beautiful bone structure, especially the high arch of
his cheekbones. It was so much more attractive than
her own rounded cheeks which, to her mind, made her
look babyish.

But, now...with his shirt off like that...Buffy could see
that there was a lot more to admire about this boy
than his good looking face. He had a lean, but well
built upper torso, with a layer of muscle at his abdomen
that you could probably bounce a quarter off of. His
biceps were well developed, without being overly muscled,
and his arms looked strong.

She watched as he lifted a can of soda and took a
deep swallow. He had a soft and sensual looking mouth,
and she'd never wanted to kiss a boy so badly.

Forcing herself away from her little spy hole, she
began working at the weeds in her mom's garden. Ten
minutes later, when it appeared that William Darlington
wasn't noticing her presence, she grabbed the hedge
trimmers and went to work on the roses.

"Ouch!" she said loudly, deliberately pricking herself
on a thorn.

Her ruse worked, because a few seconds later, he
appeared at the back gate.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

He seemed sincerely concerned, and Buffy felt a brief
moment of shame for the subterfuge. A VERY brief
moment.

"Oh, yeah...I just stuck myself on a thorn," she replied,
continuing to work the clippers.

William reached over the back of the gate and pulled
the latch. He removed the clippers from her hand and
examined her thumb, wiping away the tiny drop of
blood. "Does it hurt?" he asked, glancing up into her
eyes.

"Um...no. Not really." Buffy shook her head.

With a smile, William lifted her hand and kissed the
small wound. "Poor baby," he murmured.

Buffy wouldn't have noticed, or cared, if she'd cut
her thumb completely off at that point!

"It's all right," he went on. "See..it's already stopped
bleeding."

Although she was tempted to give her thumb a good
hard squeeze to get the blood flowing again, she re-
sisted the urge. "Thanks," she murmured.

"You're welcome." His gaze captured hers, and a
mutual zing of electricity bounced back and forth
between them.

Buffy felt a drop of sweat tickle it's way down her
back, and she wiped her forehead with her free hand.
"It's really hot today," she said, falling back on inane
small talk about the weather.

"Yeah, it is," he agreed. "But I like it that way. I love the
sun. Didn't see a lot of it where I'm from," he added,
releasing her hand.

There was a brief silence, then William pointed across
the fence into his yard. "Would you like to come over and
use the pool?" he asked, mentally crossing his fingers
and toes in the hopes that she would say yes.

It worked. "Yeah, that would be great," Buffy said,
nodding enthusiastically. "Um....I'll go change." She bent
over to retrieve the hedge clippers, but he stopped her.

"I'll put it away for you," he offered. "In the garage?"

"Yeah, that's fine," she said, gesturing with her
hand. "So...I'll just...um...be right back...don't go
away!"

Although she walked calmly into the house, when
the door closed behind her she set an all time "Buffy
Speed Record" for changing. She dropped her discarded
clothing in the middle of the floor, and wriggled into her
white bikini. It was her favorite bathing suit, as
it contrasted so nicely with her light summer tan.

Pushing her feet into her sandals, she whipped off
her bandana and rebrushed her hair. Then, calling
out her intentions to her mom without waiting for a reply,
she pelted downstairs and found William waiting for
her by the patio door.

~~~~~
"Sweet sixteen, discovering
So much more to life
Sweet sixteen..."
~~~~~

They played in the pool for the rest of the afternoon.

The California sun beat down on them, heating their
skin, but the water was deliciously cool as they
swam and splashed about.

At one point, William went into the pool house and
came out with a cotton blanket. Spreading it out
in a shady spot on the lawn, he watched as Buffy
climbed out of the pool and picked up an over sized
towel to dry off with.

When Buffy had come out of her house wearing a
skimpy white bikini bathing suit, he had nearly
choked on his tongue, briefly surprised to find
that it wasn't hanging out of his mouth.

He'd actually been forced to jump right into the
water immediately, in the hopes of quieting down
the disturbance her appearance was causing in
the inseam of his cut offs.

She had kicked off her sandals and stood at the
shallow end of the pool, watching as he swam
clear to the other side of it.

After regaining a small amount of control, he'd invited
her to join him in the water.

Now, she plopped down beside him, squeezing her
wet hair in the towel, then dabbing up the drops of
water sparkling on her chest.

William dropped to his knees on the blanket.

Buffy smiled at him.

Slowly becoming aware that he was blatantly staring
at her, he shook himself out of his lustful intent. "Want
something to drink?" he offered.

"Sure," she nodded.

William swallowed hard. "Soft drink?"

"All right."

"Any particular kind?" Christ! He sounded like a
bloody waiter.

"Mmm...I don't know." She thought it over. "What
kind do you have?"

He searched his memory, trying to call up the image
of what he'd seen in the refrigerator earlier.

"Coke," he said. "Um...lemon-lime...some kind of
orange soda..."

"Coke is fine," she interjected.

"Right!" He jumped to his feet and nearly ran into
the house.

William rummaged around in the refrigerator, extracting
two cans of Coke. Forcing himself to return at a
slower pace, he saw Buffy laying prone on the blan-
ket, her cheek resting on her folded arms.

And...she had untied the back strap of her bikini top!

His brain function took an immediate nose dive, as
all the blood circulating through his body instantly
rushed to one highly sensitive location.

Taking a deep breath, he sat down beside her
and silently held out the can of soda.

Buffy lifted her head and smiled, accepting his
offering. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he replied automatically. Popping
his can open, he downed a huge swallow of the cold
beverage.

"Your back yard is really nice," Buffy observed,
opening her can and taking a sip. "With all the
bushes and trees around the pool and all. Kind
of looks like a jungle."

"You can use the pool anytime you want," William
blurted out without acknowledging her comment.

"Oh! Well...thanks," she said, pleased by his
offer.

There was a brief moment of silence, then he
looked at her, studying her face. "So...you've got
a birthday coming up?"

Buffy nodded. "Yep. Sixteen at last." She
hesitated and said, "My mother's having a party
for me..."

"Yeah, so I've heard."

"She said I could invite you. Do you think you
would.."

Is the sky blue? Does the earth revolve around the
sun? Hell, yes!

"I'd like that," he said, smiling at her. "Sweet sixteen."

~~~~~
"Drivin' down to the club where we go to dance
Radio blastin' and the top is down
Ain't nothing in my way
Except the traffic of L.A. "
~~~~~

"Is it supposed to be this high?"

William laughed, treading water in the middle of the
pool. "It's not THAT high."

Buffy continued climbing the ladder to the top of the
slide. "I think I'm getting a nosebleed," she reported
as she sat down, holding on to the rails.

As far as she was concerned, the slide seemed
ridiculously high and way too steep. It was practically
straight down. Lifting one hand to shade her eyes
from the sun's glare, she peered out over the water.

"Are you still down there?" she inquired.

He chuckled again. "Just give yourself a little push.
It's not that bad."

"That's easy for you to say," she replied. "You're
already there."

She began to push off, then stopped. "I think I've
changed my mind."

"Come on," he coaxed her. "Where are your stones,
girl?"

"I must have left them in my other pants," she
said. "I'm gonna get down and go look for them."

"Chicken!" he called out teasingly.

She drew up one foot to begin standing, but it
slipped on the slick fiberglass. Losing her grip
on the handrail, she shot down the slide with a
loud yelp.

When she surfaced, William asked, "You okay, luv?"

Buffy could tell he was trying to not to howl with
laughter. Determinedly, she swam to the side of the
pool and climbed out.

"Buffy? Please, don't leave. I'm sorry I...."

"I'm not leaving," she said, heading back up the
ladder. "That was fun! I want to do it again!"

~~~~~
"I want to know what it feels like
I need to see it from the inside
I can taste a bit of what I will find

So much more to life
Sweet sixteen..."
~~~~~


TBC....

Feedback is so appreciated. Thank you.

Title: Sweet Sixteen
Author: snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I only own the story
Feedback: Crave it the way Spike
craves blood

Summary: AU (my first) Everybody's
human. William and Buffy are teenage
neighbors meeting for the first time

Rating: Up to NC-17




~~~~~~~~~~
"Well, well I loved you
Like I never loved before
First time I saw you
Standing at your front door.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy wanted to scream when her mother called her
in for dinner.

Her entire afternoon had been perfect up until that
point. She'd spent it playing in a pool with a boy she
really liked and who seemed to like her as well, had
managed to hold up her end of their conversations,
and hadn't done anything to embarrass herself, such
as losing her top when she jumped into the water.

The very last thing she wanted to do was sit at dinner
fielding her mom's questions about what her father was
up to these days.

When Joyce's head appeared over the fence, Buffy
sent her a silent "Not NOW, mother!", a look her mom
blithely ignored.

With a loud sigh, she got to her feet and stomped across
the yard. "Mom...I'm not really hungry right now. Do I have
to....what are you doing?"

Joyce had placed her hand on Buffy's forehead, ostensibly
examining her for a possible fever. "I've never heard you say
"I'm not hungry" before," she explained with a teasing
smile. "I thought you might be coming down with some-
thing."

Buffy jerked her head away. "Mother! Please!" she hissed.
This was ALL she needed, her mom giving William the
impression that she ate a lot.

"Oh, calm down," Joyce said quietly. Looking past Buffy,
she addressed William, still sitting on the blanket. "Would
you like to have dinner with us, William?"

His heart, which had dropped down into his stomach
when it appeared that Buffy had to go home, bounced
back to it's original location. "Yes, thank you," he
said, hoping he didn't sound too eager.

"It's too hot to turn the oven on, so I thought we could use
the barbecue. You like steak?" Joyce asked.

"Absolutely," he nodded agreeably.

Buffy forgot all about being mad. She had the most
wonderful mother on the face of the planet!

~~~~~~~~~~
"When you were only sweet sixteen
Baby, how I loved you
Sweet sixteen
How I really loved you.."
~~~~~~~~~~


The evening turned out to be everything Buffy could
have asked for, had she been asked.

Joyce had extended her dinner invitation to include
William's uncle, who had been holed up in his study
trying to use the computer his nephew had only
recently purchased.

After several frustrating attempts to access the
information he wanted, Rupert Giles had been all too
eager to shut the machine down for the night.

Buffy had been given the job of setting the table on
the patio while Joyce put together the ingredients for
a salad. She baked potatoes in the microwave, then
took a cheesecake out of the freezer and set it on the
kitchen counter to thaw.

The men had offered up their services for whatever
else needed doing. They were promptly taken up
on that offer and had been put in charge of grilling
the steaks.

The food was perfectly prepared, and the conversation
flowed easily between the four of them.

When the meal was consumed all the way to dessert,
Buffy began to clear the table and carry the dishes
into the kitchen.

William jumped to his feet, taking the stack of
plates and cutlery out of her hands. He followed
Buffy inside and between the two of them, they
had the plates scraped and the dishwasher loaded in
less than fifteen minutes.

Standing side by side at the kitchen sink, so close
that they were nearly touching, they made casual
small talk that included a heady undercurrent of
flirtation.

It was the most fun she'd ever had doing dishes.

She peeked out the window and saw that the
grown-ups were still talking as they polished off
the bottle of wine Mr. Giles had brought with him.

Turning to face William, she began to say something,
but was cut off by the sound of a cell phone going
off.

With an apologetic look, he fished the tiny phone
out of his pocket.

"Hello?...Oh, hi...Actually, I am...When?...Yeah,
maybe...Hang on a second." He looked at Buffy
and said, "This is a friend of mine, and he was asking
if I wanted to meet up with him at this place he hangs
out at a lot."

Buffy had to concentrate on not looking completely
crushed at this turn of events. Striving to sound as
though it wasn't important to her WHAT he did, she
shrugged. "That's okay. I have a lot of..."

"I thought you might like to go," he interrupted. "But
if it doesn't sound like something you want to do then
I'll tell him to skip it."

Her heart did a little somersault. He wasn't bailing
on her! He was asking her out!

"Buffy...?"

And she was standing here staring at him like an
idiot instead of answering!

"Sounds like fun," she said. "I'll ask my mom."

~~~~~~~~~~
"Standing on the corner
And you came walking by
And when I saw you
I said "my, my, my.."
~~~~~~~~~~



William pulled his uncle's green Saturn into
a free parking space and cut the engine.

Before Buffy could even get her seat belt unbuckled,
he was around the front of the car and opening the
door for her.

Smiling as he extended one hand to her, Buffy
silently agreed with her mother's earlier assessment
of his character...he'd been well brought up.

Once he had the car door closed, he kept hold of
her hand. Her entire body tingled all the way across
the parking lot and inside a noisy building that had a sign
over it proclaiming it "The Bronze."

William scanned the room, spotting his friends at a
table close to the dance floor. Still holding Buffy's
hand, he led her through the crowd.

A boy with dark hair and a nice looking face greeted
them. "You made it!" he announced redundantly,
giving Buffy a curious, but not unfriendly, once over.

"Nothing gets by you, does it?" William replied. "Buffy,
this is Xander, who's under the impression that he's
amusing twenty-four hours a day."

"Are you saying I'm not?" Xander asked.

"That's what I'm saying." Giving Buffy's hand a gentle
squeeze, he continued the introductions. "This remark-
ably tolerant girl is Anya, Xander's girlfriend."

Anya had long, light brown hair, a pretty face, and
a good figure...and Buffy was glad that she already
had a boyfriend.

"This," William went on, guiding her to a small sofa
on the opposite side of the table, "is Buffy Summers,
and she's even newer in town than I am."

After an exchange of "Hellos" all around, William
flagged down a waitress and ordered a couple of
Cokes.

~~~~~~~~~~
"Do you remember
how I took you by the hand?
Do you remember
in that sunny summer land?"
~~~~~~~~~~



"So, Buffy...what do you think of Sunnydale?" Xander
asked. "Isn't it just THE place to be?"

Buffy smiled. "Well...it's getting better," she replied,
looking at William, who returned her smile. Their eyes
met and lingered on each other intently.

Anya noticed the look they were exchanging. "Where
did you used to live?" she asked, nudging her boyfriend
in the ribs. "Buffy?"

"Hmm? What?" Buffy's eyes snapped back into
focus when she realized she'd been spoken to. "Oh...Los
Angeles. I was born there."

"Oh, man," Xander moaned. "From L.A. to Sunnydale.
Must be culture shock from hell."

"Come on, Xander," William interjected. "You're gonna
scare her off."

"I'm just saying," Xander shrugged. "Why would anyone
leave L.A. and come here? It's not exactly the garden spot
of California."

"My parents got divorced," Buffy explained, "and my mom
was offered a job in Sunnydale, so...here I am."

Xander made a face. "Ouch...sorry I brought it up."

"No, it's okay," Buffy said quickly. "Believe me...they're
better off this way."

There was an awkward silence they were all saved from
when the band on stage began a new song. It was slow
and romantic, and Buffy felt a jolt of happiness shoot
through her when William leaned over and whispered,
"Dance with me?" in her ear.

She smiled her consent, and he took her hand again
and led her to the dance floor.

There weren't very many couples on the floor, and they
moved right to the center of it.

William took her other hand and placed them both on
his shoulders, then slid his own hands around her waist,
pulling her a little closer.

Capturing her gaze with his, he moved her gently to the
seductive rhythm of the music.

"I know I should have told you this earlier," he said
quietly. "But you look beautiful. That's a very pretty dress."

Buffy's cheeks turned a light shade of pink at the
compliment. She had chosen to wear a pale yellow sun-
dress. It's halter top left her back bare to the waist,
and the feel of his fingers brushing against her skin was
wonderful.

She smiled at him. "Thank you."

When she turned her face up to look at him, he lowered
his head and kissed her lightly on the lips. "That wasn't
out of line, was it?" he asked when he pulled back.

"No," she said, shaking her head slowly. Moistening
her lips, she stayed in position and waited.

William kissed her again, a little longer this time. When
he felt her part her lips, he slipped his tongue in just
slightly, meeting hers in a brief caress.

Buffy's eyes drifted closed, her lashes making small
fans on her cheeks. With a soft sound of assent, she
tilted her head a bit, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

When they drew back for air, he leaned his forehead
against hers. Without opening his eyes, he whispered,
"I've been wanting to do that all day. From the minute
I saw you."

She nodded, as her fingers played with the soft curls
on the back of his head. "Me, too," she confessed. "It's
a good thing one of us had the nerve to try it."

William chuckled, tightening his hands on her waist
as they both opened their eyes, pulling her a little
closer.

Buffy turned her head and let her cheek rest against
the front of his shirt, listening to the steady drum beat
of his heart.

~~~~~~~~~~
"And your eyes shine like diamonds
And they sparkle in the night

And the kind of love you give me
Seems to light up all my life..."
~~~~~~~~~~



When the song was over, they returned to their
table. Xander and Anya were talking quietly about
something, a conversation that terminated abruptly
when Buffy and William sat down.

The conversation began to lag almost immediately,
when the two that comprised half of it lost interest
in anything besides each other.

Clenching his jaw in frustration, William excused
himself and headed for the bathroom.

He'd only been gone a moment, when a couple
heading for the dance floor stopped beside their
table.

The guy was about William's height, but with a
heavier build to his upper torso. He had dark brown
eyes, and hair that had been carefully cut and styled
in a way that made it seem as though it hadn't.

The girl holding his hand was a tall, good looking
brunette. She was dressed expensively, and her
hair and makeup looked professionally done.

"Hey, Xan," the boy said, his eyes dismissing
the one he'd addressed and coming to rest on
Buffy instead. "What's up?"

Xander wore an expression that clearly stated there
was no love lost between the two of them. "Not
much, Ang," he said, purposely shortening the
name in the same manner his had been.

The guy laughed, while his girlfriend shifted im-
patiently from one foot to the other, looking mightily
put out. "Who's your new friend?" he asked,
his eyes zeroing in on Buffy's slender legs.

Xander sighed, giving Anya a "why me?" look. "This
is Buffy Summers," he said. "Buffy, this is Angel
O'Connor and Cordelia Chase."

Cordelia gave Buffy a half smile, but didn't say
anything.

Angel, however, smiled at Buffy with a full set of
wolfish teeth. "Nice to meet you...Buffy."

The tone in his voice was blatantly obvious, and she
began to feel uncomfortable under his scrutiny. "You,
too," she said briefly.

~~~~~~~~~~
"When you were only sweet sixteen
Baby, how I loved you
When you were only sweet sixteen
How I really loved you.."
~~~~~~~~~~


William leaned over and cupped his hands beneath
the rush of cold water, bringing it to his face.

When he straightened up, he jerked a paper towel
out of it's holder and dried his face, then stared
at himself in the mirror.

"You want to get a hold of yourself, mate?" he asked
his reflection. "Quit acting like a hormone crazed
teenager."

Easier said, than done. He WAS a hormone crazed
teenager, maddened by lust, and Buffy was the girl
the madness was feeding on.

Dancing with her, feeling her small, soft, and incredibly
sweet smelling body next to his, had given him an
erection so instantaneous that it was almost painful.

He'd sat beside her for as long as he could stand it
before jumping to his feet and making his way through
the crowd, heading straight for the men's room and the
cold water it provided.

Now, he glared at himself in the mirror, willing his body
to calm down and stop acting on it's own.

Counting slowly to fifty, he composed himself as best
he could and returned to their table.

When he was within ten feet of his goal, he frowned.

"Who the fuck are YOU ?" Some guy was standing
there, leering at Buffy, even though he had another girl
hanging all over him.

William could easily see that Buffy wasn't appreciative
of the interest this asshole was demonstrating, and
he moved faster.

She saw him coming, and her face lit up. The guy,
who was apparently hitting on her right in front of his
girlfriend, followed her gaze.

For some reason, William hated him on sight. Des-
pised him. Could have cheerfully killed him.

Moving around to the other side of the sofa, he
sat down next to Buffy and took her hand. "Miss me?"
he asked, smiling into her eyes.

She nodded, returning his smile, instantly oblivious
to everyone else around them. "As a matter of fact..."

Bringing her hand up, he laced their fingers together
and kissed it.

It was at that exact moment that he knew he was
going to fall in love with Buffy Summers.

~~~~~~~~~~
"And then I told you
That we'd never part
And then I'd hold you
A little closer to my heart

Sweet sixteen.."
~~~~~~~~~~




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Feedback is wonderful. Thank you.

Part Five


~~~~~~~~~~
"They're really rockin' in Boston
In Philadelphia, P.A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And round the Frisco Bay.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Angel cleared his throat. "Hi," he said to William,
extending his hand. "I'm Angel O'Connor."

William glanced up at him. He seriously considered
leaving Angel's hand empty in mid air, then slowly
stood up and faced him. Gripping the other's guy's
hand briefly, he said, "William Darlington."

Cordelia, who had been silent up until now, suddenly
snapped to life. "I'm Cordelia," she said, yanking
her hand out of Angel's grip and holding it out, not
sideways, but palm down, obviously expecting him
to lift her hand and kiss it as he had Buffy's.

William had been raised to always be polite to
a lady, so he took her hand briefly. "Pleasure to meet
you, Cordelia," he said, then let go of her fingers.

The little tableau remained in position for a moment
and when it became apparent that Angel wasn't
going anywhere, William reached for an empty chair
and offered it to Cordelia. Angel, he left on his own.

Sitting back down next to Buffy, he reclaimed her
hand and was pleased when he felt her squeeze his
warmly. He instantly returned the gentle pressure.

Angel edged himself over and sat down next to
Buffy, letting his leg press against hers. "Mind if I
sit here, Buffy?"

Before she could say anything, William moved
further down the couch, pulling her along with him
and creating a space between her and Angel. Wrap-
ping one arm around her shoulder, he eased her
back into his embrace and looked at Angel. "Plenty
of room," he said.

Buffy glanced up at him, then smiled and
shrugged as she snuggled closer to the boy she
wanted to spend all her time with.

~~~~~~~~~~
"All over Saint Louis
On down to New Orleans
All the guys want to dance with
Sweet little sixteen.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Cordelia, seemingly displeased with the fact
that Angel and William were jockeying for position
around the new girl, suddenly leaned forward.

"You have the cutest accent," she said, smiling
at William as she gave him a view down the front
of her dress. "English, right?"

William nodded. "That's right."

"I thought so," she replied, brushing a lock of her
hair back over her shoulder and tilting her head. "Are
you going to Sunnydale High...or are you in college?"

Briefly distracted by the way the overhead lights
danced in Buffy's honey colored hair, William gently
picked up a strand of it and rubbed it between his
fingers. "Umm..oh, sorry. No, I'll be at Sunnydale."

Miffed by his lack of interest, Cordelia turned her
attention back to Angel. "Hey, you said we were gonna
dance," she reminded him.

Angel shot her an irritated look. "We will, honey. I just
wanted to be friendly to our new...friend." He pinned
his gaze on Buffy. "How about a dance, Buffy?"

William felt the hackles rising on the back of his
neck at the thought of this low rent Romeo putting
his hands on Buffy.

She looked startled at the offer. "Oh, thanks...but I...I
need to use the restroom." Excusing herself, she
disappeared into the crowd.

Cordelia waited a few seconds, then rose gracefully
to her feet. "I think I'll go too."

Xander and Anya exchanged a look. "Get ready," he
whispered in her ear. She nodded, grabbing her purse.

Angel leaned back against the sofa, eyeing William. "You
and Buffy got something going on?" he asked.

"Why do you want to know?" William countered. "You
seem to have something of your own going with
Cordelia."

Angel chuckled and shrugged. "Cordy and me? We're
friends. Not locked into anything exclusive. She's a nice
kid and all, but...I'm not exactly tied down to her."

~~~~~~~~~~
"Sweet little sixteen
She's got the grown up blues
Tight dress and lipstick
And sportin' high heel shoes.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy left the bathroom stall and started the
water in the sink. She was rinsing her hands when
the door swung open and Cordelia walked in.

Smiling pleasantly, she reached for a paper towel
but found her reach blocked by Cordy's taller body.

"Just so you know," the brunette said, "Most of the
boys in school are up for grabs...except for Angel.
He's mine. You stay away from him, and you and I
won't have a problem."

It took Buffy a moment to process this warning. She
was more than a bit surprised at being spoken to this
way by someone she barely knew, but when the other
girl's meaning was clear, she let a small laugh burst from
her lips.

"No problem," she said, holding her hands up. "I haven't
got the slightest interest in Angel."

God, why on earth WOULD she when the hottest guy in
town lived right next door and was demonstrating the
same feelings for her that she was having for him?

Cordelia smiled condescendingly. "You might not feel that
way if you knew who his father is."

"Okay," Buffy said. "I'll bite. Who's his father?"

"Only the senior partner of the most prestigious law
firm in this part of the state...O'Connor, Marsh, and
Davidson..." She let the words hang in the air, as
though she expected Buffy to gasp in amazement.

But Buffy just shrugged. "That's nice...still not inter-
ested."

Cordelia's eyes narrowed. "Good. Just keep it..." The
restroom door swung open and Anya walked in.

"Hi," she announced cheerily. "Did I miss anything good?"

Cordelia didn't reply beyond turning her back and
leaving the ladies room.

Anya waited till the door closed, then turned to Buffy. "Was
she giving you her "keep off the Angel" warning?"

"Yes," Buffy said, chuckling at the way Anya put it. "Does
she do that often?"

"Only when Angel shows an interest in other girls," Anya
replied, pulling her brush out of her purse and putting it
to use. "So...yeah. She does it often."

"He's that bad, huh?"

"Oh, let's just say he's not known for his devotion to one
girl. He comes right out and tells people that he and Cordy
have this totally casual thing going on, but she follows right
behind him and tells a whole different story."

Buffy tossed her paper towel in the trash. "Well, I told her
not to worry about me. I couldn't care less about him. He's
kind of...pushy."

Anya retouched her lipstick. "Well," she said, "his father's
got position and money, and a lot of clout around here. Angel
thinks that makes him the golden child." She tossed her
her brush and lipstick back in her purse. "But, I can see one
reason why you're not into Angel....and I think his name is
William."

Buffy smiled. "He's a pretty good reason."

"He really is cute, isn't he?" Anya agreed. "And he's so
sweet and nice too. Everybody likes him." She grinned. "But
you're the first girl I've seen him with anywhere in town. I can
definitely see the sparks igniting here."

Before they left the bathroom, Buffy took a look in the
mirror. Yep...definite sparkage.

~~~~~~~~~~
"Well by tomorrow morning
She'll have to change her trend
And be sweet sixteen
And back in class again.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Cordelia finally managed to drag Angel out on the
the dance floor and kept him there for the remainder
of the evening.

Buffy had a wonderful time after they disappeared. She
liked William's friends, and they seemed to like her
as well.

As they stood in the parking lot, she made a point of
inviting them to her birthday party. They accepted, then
said goodnight and drove off in Xander's car...a beautifully
restored 1957 Chevrolet, painted a soothing shade of
blue and aquamarine.

William was unlocking the door of his uncle's car when
a garish red Trans Am pulled up beside them with a
squeal of brakes.

The drivers side window slid down, revealing Angel
sitting at the wheel. "Hey, Buffy....it was real nice meet-
ing you. See you in school?"

Buffy nodded. "I suppose you will."

Giving the little green Saturn an amused look, Angel
winked at William. "Nice car," he said, laughing as he
pulled out of the parking lot.

Without commenting, William seated Buffy and drove
her home. He walked her to her front door, smiling
down at her when she thanked him, but when she turned
to enter the house, he caught her arm and pulled her
close, claiming her lips for several long, sweetly given
kisses.

When the porch light suddenly came on, he told her
goodnight, then waited until she was inside before he
went back to the pool house.

Once he was home, with the door locked behind
him, he checked the time. Nearly 8:00 a.m., London time.

He waited fifteen minutes, then dialed the number he
wanted.

"Yes, good morning....is Mr. Travers in yet?....It's
William Darlington....Thank you....Good morning, Mr.
Travers....Fine, thanks....Yes, I got a letter yesterday...And
the check as well....I'm calling to arrange a transfer of
funds...You have the account number?....That's it....No,
I'll be needing at least a hundred and fifty thousand...Amer-
ican....That's correct....No, I don't mind at all....I've decided
to buy a car."


~~~~~~~~~~
"They're really rockin' in Boston
In Philadelphia, P.A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And round the 'Frisco Bay

All over Saint Louis
And down in New Orleans
All the boys want to dance with
Sweet little sixteen.."
~~~~~~~~~~


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Part 6



~~~~~~~~~~
"Tonight's the night, I've waited for
Because you're not a baby anymore
You've turned into the prettiest girl I've ever seen
Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen.."
~~~~~~~~~~


William pushed open the back door and glanced
around. "Uncle Rupert? I'm going to pick up
something else for Buffy! I'll see you at the
party."

He was pulling the door closed when his uncle came
hurrying down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Do
be careful, William. I'm still not comfortable with you
driving such a powerful car."

"I'll be careful," William assured him. "Just because
the car CAN go from zero to sixty in 3.8 seconds, doesn't
mean I'll do it."

The older man folded his arms across his chest and
frowned. "I'm not as much concerned with the acceleration
as I am with the speed you may be tempted to drive at.
Your grandmother talked until my ears bled the night you
brought that automobile home."

William chuckled. "Yeah, I got a bit of that, too," he
said. "But I promised her I'd obey all the laws...and I
WILL he added, seeing the doubtful look on his uncle's
face. "I don't want to die, you know. And I'm certainly not
taking any chances with...my passengers."

By 'passengers', he was referring to anyone who might
ride in the car, but he was most protective of Buffy. There
wasn't a chance in the world he would take with the safety
of the girl he was falling for like a ton of bricks.

Uncle Rupert was still fretting. "She couldn't stop remind-
ing me that you are the sole heir to a considerable fortune, not
to mention a ti..."

"I know all that," William interrupted. "She reminds me of
it every time she writes." He checked his watch. "I have
to go now or I'll be late."

"William..."

"I'll see you at the party," he said again. "I'm going to
stop and get some flowers." Pointing to a small wrapped
package on the kitchen table, he asked, "Will you take
that over with you? I don't want it broken in the flaming
car crash I'm anticipating."

"That's NOT funny, William! You know, I may not be your
parent but I AM your guardian here in the states, and you..."

"Bye, Uncle Rupert," William said loudly, closing the door
on his sputtering relative and making a run for the driveway.

As he settled into the low slung leather interior of his
new car, he felt a surge of masculine lust that had nothing
to do with the fairer sex. It was, instead, a rush of pure
satisfied machismo that had it's roots in the thrill of mastering
a powerful V8 engine.

Although he felt comfortable in it now, he'd actually been
a little afraid of it the night he'd brought it home. He'd driven
cars before, but never one with the kind of muscle this one
had. Barely depressing the accelerator shot him fifty feet
down the road, and all you had to was breathe heavily on the
steering wheel and it would turn.

But he was in control of her now, and she drove like an
absolute dream.

As the car roared to life, he looked over at Buffy's bedroom
window. She was in her room, no doubt getting ready for her
party, but she came to the window when she heard the car
start. Leaning out, she smiled and waved.

Sliding his sunglasses on, he returned her greeting, then
threw the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway.

The sun felt good on his shoulders, and he leaned over
and cranked up the sound system.


~~~~~~~~~~
"What happened to that funny face?
My little tomboy now wears satin and lace
I can't believe my eyes, you're just a teenage dream
Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen.."
~~~~~~~~~~


The night he'd brought the car home, she had been in
her front yard watering the flower beds. When he had
pulled into the driveway of his uncle's house, she'd
dropped the hose in shock.

William had smiled at her as she approached, then
leaned over and opened the passenger side door. "Take
you for a ride, pretty lady?" he'd asked.

Buffy had squealed with excitement as she jumped in
to the car. He'd answered a string of questions as he'd
driven her the distance of the high school and back.

His new ride was a Ferrari 360 Spyder, with less than
2 miles on the odometer. Black as original sin, with a
paint job consisting of five separate coats, polished
to a mirror-like finish, she had a tan interior of buttery soft
leather, the highest quality sound system available, and her
speed topped out at nearly 200mph.

Though Buffy had loved the car on sight, her mother hadn't
been nearly as enthused when she'd seen it. It had taken
quite a bit of persuasion on his part to allay the fears
she had about her only child riding around in such a
powerful car.

He'd actually had to coax Joyce into the car herself, and
take her for a spin, swearing that he would never drive reck-
lessly with Buffy in his care, before she relaxed and gave in.


~~~~~~~~~~
"When you were only six, I was your big brother
Then when you were ten, we didn't like each other
When you were thirteen, you were my funny valentine
But since you've grown up, your future is sewn up
And from now on you're gonna be mine, so...."
~~~~~~~~~~


William stepped up to the counter, smiling charmingly
at the elderly lady standing behind it. "I'd like sixteen
long stemmed red roses, please."

"Baby's breath?" the lady inquired, tearing off a sheet
of green floral wrap.

He shook his head. "Queen Anne's Lace."

The saleswoman looked impressed. "I don't get that
request very often," she admitted. "So I don't usually
keep it on hand."

"I called ahead," William replied, extracting his wallet
from his back pocket.

The woman smiled. "I remember."

There were no other customers in the shop, so she
took extra care and made up a beautiful arrangement
of deep crimson buds nestled in small snowy flowers.

When the flowers were handed over and paid for,
William left the shop and headed for his car.

He was halfway down the street where he'd parked,
when a car slowed down beside him, the driver tapping
his horn.

Angel pulled a little closer to the curb as Cordy
lowered the passenger side window of the Trans Am.
"Need a ride?" Angel called out, a smug grin on his
face, perhaps expecting William to climb onto a bicycle.

William returned the smile. Oh, this was going to feel so
damn good.

"No, thanks," he said, pulling out his keys. "I've got my
own."

When he stopped next to the Ferrari and opened the door,
both Angel and Cordy's jaws sagged the exact same amount
at the exact same time.

With a casual wave, he started the car and pulled out into
traffic.

A small part of his mind chided him for being a show off,
for trying to upstage a creep who wasn't worth the effort.

But the larger part didn't give a damn. It was just enjoying
the view in the rear view mirror.


~~~~~~~~~~
"If I should smile with sweet surprise
It's just that you've grown up before my very eyes
You've turned into the prettiest girl I've ever seen
Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen.."
~~~~~~~~~~


"Happy Birthday, Buffy."

"Oh...thank you. They're beautiful." She accepted the
bouquet from him, cradling the flowers in her arms. Burying
her face in the soft petals, she sniffed deeply. "They smell
so good."

William smiled, enjoying the pleasure she was getting
from the roses.

"Come in," she said, grabbing his hand and hauling him
in off the porch. The party was just getting started, and
there were about a dozen people he recognized from around
the neighborhood. Several were adults, obviously friends of
her mother's.

The house was festively decorated, and there was a buffet
set up on the patio. All the trees and bushes had been strung
with tiny colored lights, and her mom had hired a disc jockey
to provide the music.

Buffy's eyes were absolutely sparkling with excitement, and
for a brief moment he wished he could be giving this party for
her at Black Oaks. She would look stunning in a white gown,
with the collar of diamonds his Great Grandfather had placed
around the throat of his grandmother on her sixteenth birth-
day.

Those diamonds were sitting in a vault with all the other jewels
his family had been amassing for the past five hundred or so
years, collecting dust. His grandmother never wore them any-
more and Aunt Susan was more interested in her horses and
her children, and couldn't be bothered with attending the sorts
of functions the jewels would be appropriately worn to.

Someday, he promised himself, he was going to take Buffy
to Black Oaks and cover her from head to toe in diamonds,
rubies and sapphires. He would drape her naked body in ropes of
pearls, and watch as they picked up the luster of her skin, then
make love to her in the tall, soft grass by the pond. He would
cover her with kisses, as his hands.....

Shaking his head sharply, he cut off that particular train of
thought before something embarrassing happened. His slacks
were far too snug to risk getting sexually aroused.

Instead, he redirected his attention on the birthday girl. Spot-
ting a small table in the corner that had been set up for her
gifts to be placed on, he pulled her across the room and located
the one his uncle had delivered for him.

Leaning over, he whispered in her ear, "I want to give this to you
now...is there somewhere we can go and..."

Buffy glanced around the room, pinpointing her mother's
location, then began leading him towards the stairs. "My
room," she said softly.

With his heart beating a wild accompaniment, he followed her
upstairs.

~~~~~~~~~~
"If I should smile, with sweet surprise
It's just that you've grown up before my very eyes
You've turned into the prettiest girl I've ever seen
Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen..."
~~~~~~~~~~


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Part 7


~~~~~~~~~~
"Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday, baby
Oh, I love you so..."
~~~~~~~~~~


They sat side by side on her bed, their thighs
pressed intimately together as Buffy unwrapped
the package.

The room was scented with the fragrance of the roses
she had brought upstairs with her, mingled with her
perfume. The combination of these two delicious
scents was making William feel pleasantly lightheaded.

She placed the torn gift wrap on her bedside table,
and opened a small white box. Moving the tissue paper
surrounding it to one side, she drew out a music box.

"This is beautiful," she said, looking up into his eyes. "I
love it."

The box was a beautiful cherry wood confection with
an inlaid design on the lid, varnished to a lustrous shine.
Buffy opened the lid and found the inside lined in plush
royal blue velvet. There was a tiny gold key on a silk
tassel laying in the bottom of the box.

He had wanted badly to place a piece of jewelry in the
box as well, but had resisted the impulse. He wasn't
about to buy her some cheap piece of junk, and it was
far too early on for anything expensive. He doubted her
mother would have allowed her to accept it anyway.

Buffy turned the box over and wound up the mechanism,
then smiled when she heard the tinkling sound of
"Somewhere Over the Rainbow" begin to play.

"I love this song," she confessed. "Ever since I heard it
for the first time when I was little."

William already knew this. He'd asked her mother
if she had a particular favorite, and had it specially
installed after choosing the box.

Buffy listened, surprised when the little tune was played
all the way through. "I can't believe that! Most music
boxes just play the first couple of lines of a song."

William shrugged. "I wanted you to have the entire
song...since it's your favorite."

She placed the box carefully on her nightstand, letting the
music continue. "Thank you," she said softly. Looking up at
him and smiling, she placed one hand on his cheek and
drew him down to her lips.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Sixteen candles
Make a lovely light
But not as bright, as your eyes tonight.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Her mouth tasted sweet, like cherry punch, and he
pressed his lips down harder, urging her to allow his
tongue in.

With a soft sigh, she parted her lips and placed her
hands on his shoulders. William moved one arm around
her waist, pulling her closer as he devoured the
flavor that was uniquely her own.

Buffy felt herself melting into him like soft wax, and
she slipped her hands up and around the back of his
head, sliding her fingers through the silky mass of curls.

As their mouths finally parted to let them draw breath,
they tilted their heads and kissed again from a new angle,
then began sinking backward onto the bed.

"Buffy," William whispered against her cheek, stroking
her soft hair. "You look so beautiful tonight...and you
smell so good."

She tipped her head back, exposing the arch of her
throat to his warm lips, gasping when she felt him
placing tender kisses down it's length.

The dress she was wearing had a V shaped neckline,
with a tiny row of buttons that started at the base of the V
and ran down the bodice to her waist.

William continued kissing her tender skin, down past
the hollow at the base of her throat, all the way to where
the buttons began, just slightly above the space between
her breasts.

Buffy's entire body was burning with a need she had no
name for. All she was certain of was that she never wanted
him to stop touching her, and when he raised one hand and
undid the top button of her dress, she didn't protest.

"Is this all right?" he asked, begging her with his eyes.

"Uh-huh," she nodded, making a soft little sound in her
throat when he kissed the beginning swell of her breast.

He undid the second button, exposing more of her lovely
skin, showing the demarcation line of her golden tan and
her creamy breast.

Pushing the material to one side, he smiled when he
saw she wasn't wearing a bra.

The third button slipped from it's hole, and the dress
parted further. All he had to do was tug just a tiny fraction
of an amount and he would see her bare breast fully, every
inch of it.

~~~~~~~~~~
"Blow out the candles
Make your wish come true
For I'll be wishing
That you love me, too.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Moving slowly, not wanting to frighten her, he eased the
blue cotton over and gently pulled it down.

The instant he saw the delicate shell pink of her nipple,
his shaft hardened to almost painful proportions. "So
beautiful," he murmured, admiring all the gold, white
and pink coloring of her full breasts.

Impulsively, he bent his head and pressed his lips
to the scented valley between the soft mounds, smiling
when he heard her inhale sharply.

"William..." she whispered on a ragged breath.

"Can I...may I kiss you...here?" he begged, his lips
just hovering above the taut peak of her right breast.

"Oh, yes....yes please," she said, granting him
permission to explore to his heart's content.

When she felt his warm breath on her flesh, she arched
her back in a spontaneous reaction, bringing her nipple
into contact with his mouth. He was surprised, and
automatically parted his lips to say something or to try
and breathe properly...he wasn't sure...but when he felt
the velvety bud slipping just inside, he lost every bit of
linear thought in his brain.

With a guttural moan of her name, he closed his mouth
around her nipple and suckled it.

"Oh!" Buffy released a strangled sound from her
throat, grinding her head into the pillow beneath it. Her
fingers tangled in his hair, pressing him down even more
firmly against her.

William responded by raising his hand and sliding
it beneath her breast, lifting it more fully to his touch.
His mouth worked at her nipple, sucking and tugging
on it as he fondled the plump mound in his hand.

The hardness in his pants was approaching critical
mass, and he tried to move slightly to one side to ease
the pressure.

Buffy, afraid that he was taking the pleasure of his
mouth away from her, clutched at him, pulling him
down and across her body. She parted her legs,
allowing him to slip into the cradle of her open thighs.


~~~~~~~~~~
"You're only sixteen
But you're my teenage queen
Oh, you're the prettiest, the loveliest girl
I've ever seen.."
~~~~~~~~~~


The moment he felt the contact he was making below
the waist, something deep inside of him that was primitive
and demanding came screaming to the surface. He
reached for the opposite side of Buffy's dress and pushed
it away impatiently, baring her other breast.

Without hesitation, he captured it in a rough caress
and brought his mouth down to it. As he licked and
sucked at the nipple, his hand released her and his
fingers crept back to the side he'd abandoned.

Finding the wet peak of flesh, he took it between his
thumb and forefinger and pinched gently.

In response, Buffy lifted one leg along his side,
giving him more room to grind his pelvis against
hers.

"Mmmm," he moaned against her breast, sucking
harder on it as he played with the other one.

Buffy was literally seeing stars at that point, with
sky rockets and bombs bursting in air right before her
eyes. She had never been touched in this way before,
had never allowed any other boy these kinds of
liberties with her body.

She knew she shouldn't be doing it now. They hadn't
known each other but a few days. What would he think
of her for letting him do such intimate things?

But even though her brain tried to assert some control,
her body and her heart were surrendering. The more he
touched her, fondled and kissed her, the faster she
hoisted her white flag.

And when she felt the hard bulge between his legs
rubbing against her, she wanted nothing more in the
world than to pull up her dress and remove her underwear
so he could make contact with her naked sex.

Just the thought of it made her lower body jerk in-
voluntarily, and she felt a rush of fluid so copious that
she thought for a moment she'd started menstruating.

William lifted his head from her breast and looked
up at her, his eyes heavy lidded with desire. Moving
his body back up, he found her mouth again and
covered it with his own, instantly plunging his tongue
between her parted lips.

Though she had no experience with this kind of
passion, instinct made up for the lack. Her body reacted,
seemingly on it's own. She couldn't help but feel that
it was a good thing, because her mind was too far
gone to be of any assistance.

~~~~~~~~~~
"Sixteen candles
In my heart will glow
Forever and ever
For I love you so..."
~~~~~~~~~~


William tensed when he felt one of her hands move
from his hair and down his back. When it reached the
waistband of his trousers, it slipped around and pressed
against his waist.

Her fingers seemed to be searching for something, and
he lifted himself slightly off of her, giving her room if she
wanted to...

*Oh, touch me, touch me, touch me, please, please,
please..* he begged silently. *I need you to touch me,
Buffy, want you to touch me, touch me THERE, oh God,
touch me, I want it, I want it, I'll die if you don't, Buffy,
please, just a little bit..*

As he deepened their kiss, his own hand slipped
down and searched for hers...finding it...squeezing
it gently...guiding it....

"Buffy? Are you up there, sweetie?"

Her mother's voice called to her from the foot of
the staircase, and heaven came crashing down to
earth with a dull 'thud'.

~~~~~~~~~~
"Sixteen candles
In my heart will glow
Forever and ever
For I love you so

For I love you so.."
~~~~~~~~~~



Feedback is wonderful!

Title: Sweet Sixteen
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I only own the story
Feedback: Love it!
Rating: Will vary. This chapter: PG-13

Summary: AU. (my first) Buffy and
William are teenage neighbors
meeting for the first time a few days
before Buffy's 16th birthday.

******************************************

Part eight...

Phase two: Young love, first love..


~~~~~~~~~~
"Lately, all my thoughts have gone to you
You know that's true
Sometimes I feel just a word away
You'll say, oh how I miss you, too, I do"
~~~~~~~~~~


William pulled back and stared down into Buffy's
wide eyes. He had absolutely no idea what to do
next. Hide under the bed? Jump out the window?

Neither were viable choices.

"Buffy?" Joyce called again, her voice sounding a
little closer this time.

"I'm...I...Mom?" Buffy tried to stall, as William lurched
to his feet and backed away from her.

"Of course, it's Mom," her mother replied. "What are you
doing in your room?"

"Oh....not much." Buffy struggled to sit up and button
her dress at the same time. "Why do you ask?"

William turned his back to the door. If Joyce walked in,
he didn't want her to see anything that might get him
killed. He winced as his stomach cramped from the
unfulfilled arousal.

"Because it's time for your birthday cake," Joyce informed
her.

"It is? Already?" Buffy's fingers were clumsy in her
frantic haste to refasten her clothing without accidentally
missing a button. "What time is it?"

"It's almost 9:00, honey. Finish what you're doing and
come downstairs."

There was a short pause. "Uh...okay!" She stood up and
smoothed her hair, looking helplessly at William. "I'll be
there in a minute."

Horrified at the close call they'd just had, they both
sighed with relief when Joyce went back downstairs.

"I'm...I'm sorry," William apologized.

Buffy shook her head. "Don't be...it was me, too."

He leaned back against the wall. "You go down first,"
he suggested. "I'll wait a few minutes, and....follow
after."

She nodded. "Okay." With her hand on the door knob,
she turned back to look at him. "William?"

He could see by the expression on her face just exactly
what she was wondering. "I'm not sorry that it happened,
Buffy...just that I started it here in your room, with all
those people downstairs," he said. "You DO know that
I'm falling in love with you....don't you?"

Buffy smiled, so sweetly that his heart actually swelled.

"I do now," she said softly, then disappeared out the door.

~~~~~~~~~~
"Time is tight, I'm lost for words
That's not like me
Only your eyes could know the way that I feel
And how much I need you now with me.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Stepping out into the hallway, William crossed over and
went in the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

He ran cold water in the sink and washed his face in
it, thinking that it was certainly getting to be a habit, him
getting aroused by Buffy and having to cool himself off in
a bathroom.

But it was worth it.

Eyeing himself in the mirror, he reached for a small hand
towel and soaked it in the water, then wrung it out and
placed it on the back of his neck.

He really should have known better than to have gone
into her bedroom with her in the first place. Not with the
way he felt about her. He had been asking for trouble
and now he'd gotten it. The grinding discomfort between his
legs was going to plague him all evening, cold water or no
cold water. The minute he so much as glanced at Buffy,
all those feelings that had been raging through his blood
stream like wildfire would come rushing back.

Still, he couldn't hide in the bathroom all evening. He hung the
towel over the bar on the inside of the shower door, then
took a deep breath and headed downstairs.

Most of the party guests had congregated in the dining
room, where the birthday cake was displayed. As he
approached, he heard his uncle asking Buffy if she knew
where his nephew had disappeared to.

William saw her cheeks turn bright pink, and he hurried
to help her out. "Just upstairs in the bathroom, Uncle Rupert,"
he said quietly, stepping up next to the man.

"Oh...terribly sorry." The older man smiled and looked away,
then did a double take. "Why is your hair wet?" he asked,
indicating the overlong curls at the nape of William's neck.

He was saved from trying to come up with a plausible answer
by the arrival of Buffy's mother with a box of matches to light
the birthday candles.

Buffy was seated at the head of the table, and his gaze met
hers. They exchanged a secret smile, and when he saw the
candlelight dancing in her expressive eyes, William knew that
it was official.....he was completely and totally in love.

~~~~~~~~~~
"Young love, so strong
Has never been a part of me
Young love, hold on
We're feeling it now
Is this the way it's meant to be?"
~~~~~~~~~~


"Looks like the party's breaking up, my friend."

William glanced up and saw Xander hovering over his
chair. Anya was on the other side of the room, talking with
Buffy's mother.

"Hey," Xander went on, "it's early yet. Why don't we hit
the Bronze for a while?"

Looking around the room for Buffy, William considered
the offer. If her mother would let her go, he'd get a little
more time alone with her.

Xander caught him searching. "She's over there," he
said, pointing in the direction of the patio door. "Geez,
can't you take your eyes off her for a minute?"

William grinned. "I'd rather not," he said. "And why would
I want to? Look at how beautiful she is."

Xander nodded. "Oh, she's quite the pretty young thing," he
agreed. "But she ain't the only girl in town, you know."

"She's the only one as far as I'M concerned," William
replied. "Excuse me."

He moved around Xander and started across the room,
not paying any attention when his friend asked him if he
was coming to the Bronze or not.

Moving up behind Buffy, he leaned down and whispered
in her ear. "Dance with me?"

She turned and smiled, taking the hand he held out
and letting him lead her out on to the patio. The DJ was
playing a slow, romantic ballad, requested by one of
the adults as a reprieve from the hard rock he'd been
playing.

Placing her arms around his neck, William pulled
Buffy close and bent his head slightly. Pressing his
forehead against hers, he made eye contact with her
and stared until she giggled and pulled back.

"What's so funny?" he asked, tightening his arms
around her waist.

"I don't know...nothing," she said. "I'm just feeling silly,
I guess."

"Am I embarrassing you by staring at you?"

She shook her head. "No...not a bit."

He pressed his lips against her soft hair and said, "Happy
birthday, Buffy," then held her even more closely as they
danced, supremely unaware of the fact that there was
anyone else on earth at that moment.

~~~~~~~~~~
"I know I'll be the one to lose
If I'm so wrong
Don't be afraid to put your heart on the line
I'll take you where I know you belong
~~~~~~~~~~


"Xander asked if we want to go to the Bronze for a
while," he murmured in her ear. "Do you think your
mother will let you?"

Buffy pulled back and looked up into William's dark
blue eyes. She could quite happily spend the rest of
her life right where she was now, feeling his arms around
her and his body pressed so intimately against hers.

He was so beautiful. It just wasn't right that a boy
should be beautiful like this, but he was. There was no
denying it.

The tousled mop of curls he kept shaking back out of
his face...his eyes like the sky after a summer storm...his
mouth...soft and sensual, but so lovely when it curved in
a smile that revealed his straight white teeth...and his
face, so perfect in design, marred only by.....

"How did you get this?" she asked, briefly forgetting his
question as her finger traced over a scar that cut through
his left eyebrow.

"Oh," he chuckled. "You won't believe it. I tried to sled
down the main staircase in my grandmother's house on
a big, silver serving tray. Broke my right wrist, and needed
six stitches here," he said, pointing to the scar. "My injuries
were the only thing that kept my grandmother from swatting
the daylights out of me. The tray was a write-off."

Buffy smiled tenderly, able to see the little boy he had
been so clearly in her minds eye. "It must have hurt,"
she said. Framing his face in her hands and pulling him
down closer, she pressed her lips against the scar. "There.
All better."

"Thank you," he said, kissing her on the lips. "Do you
think you might want to go out for a while?"

"Yes," she nodded. "I'll go ask my mother."

Before he could bring himself to let her go, he had
to kiss her again, this time letting his lips linger on hers
for a much longer moment.

When he pulled back, he left a trail of kisses along the
smooth skin of her cheek. "Hurry," he urged her, forcing
his hands to release her from their grip.

From his vantage point on the patio, he watched as
she took her mother aside and whispered in her ear.

Joyce looked around at the dwindling number of
guests, said something to Buffy, then smiled and
waved her away.

Buffy practically ran back to the patio, and he caught
her in his arms, lifting her off the ground. "What did she
say?"

"She said in a few minutes, cause I have to say a proper
goodnight and thank you to everyone, but then I can go
and I can stay out an hour later than my usual curfew,"
she said, smiling brightly.

With her eager softness in his arms, William felt a
burst of love so strong it nearly exploded out of him. As
it was, he couldn't control his laughter as he held her
by the waist and spun her around and around.

~~~~~~~~~~
"Take my thoughts away beyond
the things we see
Sometimes it seems just a word away
You'll say, oh how I really feel it should be.

Young love, so strong
Has never been a part of me
Young love, hold on
We're feeling it now
Is this the way it's meant to be?"
~~~~~~~~~~


TBC....
What do you think?

Title: Sweet Sixteen
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I only own the story
Feedback: I love it.
Rating: Up to NC-17

Summary: AU. Buffy and William are teenage
neighbors meeting for the first time, and are
they crazy about each other!




Part Nine.....


~~~~~~~~~~
"Young love, bigger than anything
You're waiting for a girl to ring
Talking' about young love..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Stopped at a red light halfway between Buffy's house
and the Bronze, William turned to look at her. He
studied her face in the glow of the instrument panel.

"Buffy...do you really want to go to the Bronze?" he asked
impulsively.

She glanced at him, her cheeks turning pink. "Not
necessarily," she murmured. "Do you?"

"Not really." He didn't even have to think about it. "I'd
rather go somewhere we can be alone."

Only hesitating a moment, she nodded. "Me, too."

The light turned green, and William made a U-turn,
heading towards Sunnydale's main beach.

~~~~~
"And I don't want anyone else to call your name
And I don't think anyone else could feel the same.."
~~~~~

They sat together in the farthest point of the parking
lot, talking.

"What's it like where you live?" Buffy asked.

"Black Oaks? " William considered his answer. "It's
beautiful...very big...and a little drafty in the winter."

"Is it like...a castle?"

"No, not exactly. It's a manor house in the country
close to Yorkshire," he explained.

"But it's...it's pretty big, right?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it's very big. I used to get lost in it
when I was a kid."

Buffy sighed. "I'd love to see it. The biggest house I've
ever been in was my Aunt Connie's place in Apple Valley.
It had six bedrooms and two and a half stories."

"Two and a half?"

"Yeah, they were adding on, but it wasn't finished."

"I see." There was a short silence. "Buffy," William said,
tentatively, "I'd love to show you Black Oaks. I think you'd
like it there. Maybe...someday..."

William 'said' maybe, but he was already sure in his mind
that he would take her there. He wanted to show her all the
places he'd cherished when he was growing up, and he wanted
her to meet everyone on the estate.

Sooner or later, he would have to return there for good. He had
too many responsibilities to take on, and he couldn't ask his
grandmother to deal with them forever. And when he finally did
go back, he wanted Buffy with him.

~~~~~~~~~~
"I can't stop thinking about
The way she's holding it out
Talking about young love..."
~~~~~~~~~~


"I love you," he whispered in her ear. "Buffy...I love you so
much."

The stereo was playing softly, and the sound of the waves hitting
the sand echoed in his head as he pulled her close, deepening
their kiss.

When Buffy's brain processed his words, she pulled back
and searched his face. All she could see was sincerity and the
love he claimed for her, and it made her own heart start beating
at a wild pace. Placing her hand on his cheek, she smoothed
the small scar on his brow and said, "I love you, too."

His face was always beautiful in her eyes, but when he smiled at
her...the way he was doing now...it transformed him into something
else...something angelic.

William pulled her close again and lowered his head, pressing his
lips to hers in a kiss of fierce tenderness and deep passion.

Unfortunately, as much as he'd loved his car when he'd brought
it home, it really wasn't the sort of vehicle that he could maneuver around
in easily. Every time he leaned close to her, the gear shift dug into
his side.

For a moment, he considered just pulling her over onto his lap,
but he didn't want her to think that all he was interested in was
getting his hand down the front of her dress...although he was indeed
very interested in doing just that!

Drawing back slightly, he asked her if she'd like to get out of the
car and walk down to the water. Buffy nodded agreeably, and she
watched as he pushed the button that turned the Ferrari from a
convertible to a soft top.

William ran around the front of the car and opened her door,
holding out his hand to help her climb out of the low slung car.
He activated the door locks and the alarm, then shoved the keys
into his pocket and led her down across the soft sand.

~~~~~~~~~~
"Young love bigger than everything
Shines like a diamond ring
Talking about young love..."
~~~~~~~~~~


He pulled off his jacket and spread it out on the ground for
her to sit on. Buffy tucked her skirt beneath her and lowered
herself as gracefully as she could manage. She slipped her
sandals off and placed them to one side, then dug her toes
into the cool sand.

William placed himself next to her, slipping one arm around
her shoulders and pulling her close to him. With his free
hand, he tilted her chin up and bent his head to kiss her.

When he felt her part her lips, he slipped his tongue past
them and went in search of hers. She was shy, and he had to
coax a response from her gently and slowly.

"William," she gasped, when they parted to take in air. "Did
you mean what you said? That you love me?"

"Yes," he told her, without hesitation. "I meant it. I love you, Buffy.
I swear I do. I think I loved you the minute I saw you."

She closed her eyes and hid her face against his shoulder. "Me,
too," she whispered.

The feel of her warm body and the scent of her hair was making
him dizzy. He rubbed his cheek against the soft tresses, then
turned his head and dropped soft kisses down over the satiny
curve of her cheek. Her head tilted back, and his lips traveled down
her throat.

Before he knew what was happening, Buffy began to unbutton
the front of her dress.

~~~~~~~~~~
"And I don't think anyone else could understand
And I don't want anyone else to be your man.."
~~~~~~~~~~


William eased her back onto the sand, keeping one arm
beneath her neck. When her dress opened, she pulled both
edges of it apart, baring her breasts for his eyes and his
touch.

"Oh, you are LOVELY," he whispered, his lips moving down
her throat again, then venturing further along the path of her
tender, white skin.

When she felt the gentle touch of his tongue, Buffy stared
up at the stars and murmured his name. One hand strayed
into the thick curls at the nape of his neck, playing with them
and twining them around her fingers.

William brought his free hand up and cupped the mound of her
right breast, then lowered his head and traced his tongue in a slow
circle around the hard tip. Buffy gasped and her fingers tightened
almost painfully in his hair as she pressed him against her harder.

"Please," she breathed raggedly. "Oh...please."

With the sound of her voice encouraging him, he smiled up at her
and then opened his mouth to take her breast in and suckled it
tenderly, careful not to bruise her delicate skin.

Buffy lifted her other arm and wrapped it around his neck, hugging
him more firmly to her breast. His mouth moved back and forth,
giving each soft mound equal attention.

William's hand left her breast and moved down her side, caressing
and stroking her. Her skirt had bunched up during their embrace,
and his hand lightly brushed the tanned skin of her outer thigh,
his fingers carefully inching the fabric up a little more.

He already had an erection that felt like a railroad spike, and the
soft panting of her breathing was only encouraging it on. His
hand slipped between the slight parting of her legs, gently fondling
the slightly damp skin he discovered.

If he didn't do something soon, he wasn't going to be able to
walk...much less drive.

"Buffy?" he whispered, kissing the lush curve of her left breast. "Will
you...can I..."

Her eyes opened and she looked up at him, smiling as though he
was the most wonderful sight she'd ever seen.

It was too soon for a complete physical union. She wasn't ready for
such a thing, and he wasn't at all prepared with the necessities.

"Tell me," she said softly. "Tell me what to do."

Reaching up, he took her hand from around his neck and moved
it slowly down the front of his body.....

"Touch me," he begged. "Touch me...here."

.....and placed it where he needed it to be.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Young love bigger than everything
Waiting for the bells to ring
Talking about young love.."
~~~~~~~~~~



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Part 10





~~~~~~~~~~
"There are times when you know
Love is lost to he who hesitates
And you've got that feeling now
You know it too well..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Her small fingers straightened for a moment, and he was
terrified that she was about to pull away, to jump to her feet
and look at him in disgust. His own hand moved away from
hers, to let her decide what she wanted to do.

Buffy was flushed with embarrassment. She wanted desperately
to please him, but she didn't have the first clue what to do in
this situation. It had been so easy to lay back and let him touch
her intimately, but now he wanted her to participate.

Looking into his eyes, she could read every emotion he was
having. She could see the love and the desire he felt for her,
but she could also see the uncertainty...and the need for her
touch...and it was then that she realized he was just as
unknowing as she was.

This was something they would have to learn together, something
they would have to teach each other. She had to beat back her
shyness and her fear....because he needed her.

The boy she loved with all her young heart....needed her.

And so she smiled...and she whispered, "Show me," and she
allowed his hand to cover hers and press it down over the
straining evidence of his desire.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Say 'okay' to your dreams
Never let the chance go by again
If it's love you need, then listen
And listen well..."
~~~~~~~~~~


William closed his eyes tightly at the touch of her hand. Nothing
had ever happened to prepare him for the wild and nearly over-
whelming rush of pleasure that raced through his entire body.

He'd had self induced orgasms before, had done all the things
that other boys his age had done. When he was thirteen, he'd
found a stash of 'adult' magazines belonging to one of the stable
hands, when he'd been looking for a bottle of saddle oil, and he'd
had many pleasant interludes in his bedroom with the door securely
locked.

But what he'd felt then was nothing to what was happening to him
now. His body was no longer his to command. He was completely
at the mercy of the girl in his arms...and he was more than happy
to stay that way forever.

Her small hand curved instinctively around his erection, lightly at
first, then more firmly when he covered it with his.

It was dying and being reborn...it was heaven and hell...it was agony
and the most intense ecstasy he'd ever experienced.

"Oh, God...Buffy," he gasped, burying his face against her throat.

"Is this right?" she asked hesitantly.

He nodded, then began moving her hand up and down his hard
length.


~~~~~~~~~~
"You've got to run like a young love
You've got to love like young love
Believe me, you'll be a young love
You don't need to be anymore
~~~~~~~~~~


William pressed his lips against Buffy's neck, feeling the
pulse of her blood as it throbbed in her carotid artery.

Her hand was rubbing him and squeezing him in just exactly
the way he needed it to, and it was the most wonderful thing
he'd ever felt. He'd never been so hard and never yearned so
deeply for completion. The only thing he could imagine making
it better would be if she would put her hand....

"Do...do you want me to...you know...under your pants?"

Buffy's voice was soft and hesitant, and he nearly came right
then and there at the words she spoke.

Jerking his head up, he stared down at her sweet face. "Are you
sure you want to?" he asked, praying with all his heart that she would
say yes.

Her hand stopped moving. "Would it feel...good...for you?"

"Buffy," he whispered, moving his hand up to cup her cheek, "anything
you do feels wonderful to me. Every time you touch me...anyplace...it
feels beyond good. But...don't do anything unless you want to do it. I...I
don't ever want you to think I'm only after one thing. I love you, and...."

"I love you, too," she said, cutting him off mid-sentence. "And I want
to...to touch you...to make you..." Her words trailed off as she became
unsure of how to express herself.

Slowly...not wanting to frighten her off...William placed his hand back
over hers and guided it to the top fastening of his trousers. Leaving it
to do as she chose, he leaned down and kissed the silky skin between
her breasts.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Live it now, everyday
'Cause you know there's no better way
And in time you'll understand
It's all in your heart
~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy only hesitated for as long as it took to breathe in and
out one time. Then her fingers touched the cold metal of the top
snap....and popped it open. Before she could lose her nerve, she
reached for the zipper tab and began to tug it down...down....

"Oh!" she gasped, more than a little shocked to find he apparently
didn't bother with undergarments.

"Buffy," William panted, his cheek resting between her breasts, "don't
stop....please." He knew he was begging, but he didn't care.

His warm breath washed over her sensitive skin, making her inhale
sharply. Without really being aware of it, she arched her back slightly,
encouraging him to kiss and caress her breasts.

When he felt her push herself up to him, he automatically moved
his mouth over to her right breast and began to suck and lick the hard
nipple.

Making a soft sound of satisfaction in her throat, Buffy boldly pushed
her hand inside the opening of William's pants and grasped his erection
firmly. Moving on pure instinct, she began to slide her fingers up and
down the rigid length of his penis, squeezing gently, unsure of how much
pressure she could apply without hurting him.

With a hoarse groan, he pulled back from her and said, "Harder...oh,
God...faster..."


~~~~~~~~~~
"Lightning strikes in the rain
But you know in your heart
You're strong again
You can hear the thunder roll
But you stand apart.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Seeing how she was affecting him made Buffy feel more feminine
and womanly than she'd ever felt before, and she willingly gave
him what he wanted. Her hand moved up and down, as she gripped
him tighter.

His face was nuzzling the side of hers as he panted harshly, his eyes
once again closed tight. Involuntarily, his hips began to move into her
touch, pushing back at her.

When she felt the wetness on her fingers, she had some idea what
was about to happen.

"Faster, luv," he murmured in her ear. "Please....please...."

Obediently, she pumped him faster, fascinated with the feel of his
penis thrusting into her wet fingers.

"Oh, God...oh, Buffy...yes...yes...I'm....I can't..."

He lifted his head, and she saw the terrible need in his eyes. Her
heart swelled up again with her love for him. "It's all right," she said
earnestly. "Don't....hold back. I love you....I want you to."

Her permission, so sweetly given, was all he needed to hear.


~~~~~~~~~~
"As long as you think like a young love
Be strong like a young love
You can love like a young love..."
~~~~~~~~~~



Falling over onto his back, he pumped his hips upwards into her
grasp. Five more thrusts took him all the way to the wonderful
release he'd been straining for.

Buffy's eyes widened as he ejaculated, uttering a cry that
thrilled her, a cry she felt deep inside of herself.

Still holding him, she wrapped her body protectively over
his and kissed him, projecting all she felt for him into her
kiss...wanting him to know that she loved him...that she
would always...always...love him.

And only him.....

~~~~~~~~~~
"Be strong in your young love..."
~~~~~~~~~~


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Sweet Sixteen
Part 11


~~~~~~~~~~
"They try to tell us
We're too young
Too young
To really be in love.."
~~~~~~~~~~



The stars looked brighter tonight. The air seemed warmer
and sweeter smelling. The sand was soft as powder.

And the girl....the girl was the most beautiful sight his eyes
had ever set upon.

William stared up into the black velvet sky, with his body
celebrating the exquisite relief. In all of his seventeen years
of life, he'd never felt as good as he did at that moment.

When his breathing began to slow to a normal rhythm, he
turned his head to look at the girl. So beautiful. And he loved
her so much....

"You okay?" she asked softly, snuggling closer.

He had to clear his throat before he could speak. "I'm so far
beyond that," he said, closing his eyes and burying his face in her
soft hair. "You're so wonderful, Buffy."

She smiled and giggled a bit at the tickling sensation of his
breath against her ear. "So are you."

Her hand released it's hold on his softening shaft, and she wiped
the wetness on her fingers off on his jacket. "Sorry," she murmured.

"Oh, don't be," he said. "I don't mind a bit. I mean," he added,
smiling back at her, "it's MY mess, isn't it?"

Buffy propped her head on her hand. "You can probably have it
cleaned."

With a grimace, William adjusted himself and zipped his pants
up. He turned onto his side to face her. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too" Buffy sighed, blissfully happy.

"How do you feel?"

"Fine."

There was a short silence between them as he worked up his
nerve for what he wanted to say.

"Buffy....?"

"What?"

"I...I want to make you feel good, too."

~~~~~~~~~~
"They say that love's a word
A word we've only heard
And can't begin to know
The meaning of...."
~~~~~~~~~~


Her cheeks turned pink, and she pulled back a little.

"Oh don't, luv," he said quickly, reaching to hold on to her. "I won't
do anything you don't want me to do, I promise."

"William...I'm.."

"I love you," he interjected. "I just...I want to show you how much. Let
me, Buffy....please."

Buffy had no idea how to respond to this. His desire to demonstrate
his love was no less than hers had just been, but she had no experience
to draw on, and wasn't completely sure what he wanted to do to her.

"I...I want to let you," she assured him, "but I'm...I'm not ready for..for
us to..."

He watched the play of emotions on her pretty face. Love and desire
were first and foremost, but there was also uncertainty and a little
bit of fear. Suddenly, he understood what she was thinking as clearly
as though she'd stated the words out loud.

"No, luv...I know you're not ready for that," he said, stroking her
hair back from her hot cheeks. "I didn't mean that. I just want to touch
you.." His hand moved down over her abdomen and stopped just
before the joining of her thighs. "..here."

Gently, he urged her to lie down on her back. "I'll stop...if you don't
like it...I swear I will," he whispered into her ear.

Buffy looked up into his eyes, keeping her gaze focused on his. She
did nothing as his hand began to pull up her skirt, but when she felt
his fingers on the elastic waist of her underpants, she panicked and
grabbed hold of his wrist.

"Oh! I don't...."

"Shhh," he murmured, keeping his hand still. "It's all right, luv. Let
me kiss you."

His lips touched hers, softly at first, then with more pressure and
passion when he felt her tentative response. His tongue slipped
through her parted lips and into her mouth, finding and mating with
hers.

As the kiss deepened, he felt her begin to calm down. Her thighs,
which she had clamped tightly shut at his touch, slowly began to
relax and part...just a little.

William felt her hand release it's hold on his wrist, as the other
one slipped up and around the back of his neck.

He carefully moved his hand until his fingers were just under
the waistband of her panties.

~~~~~~~~~~
"And yet, we're not too young to know
This love will last, though years may go.."
~~~~~~~~~~

There was no resistance from her, and he became bolder. His
hand slid all the way into her underwear, through a tangle of
soft curls, and down to the her center.

Buffy tore her lips from his and took in a huge lungful of air.

"Shall I stop?" he asked, worried.

But she shook her head. "No...it..." She lifted her hips, almost
imperceptibly, "...it feels...good."

The words thrilled him. He was giving pleasure to the girl he
loved more than anything on earth. It was a heady sensation,
and he felt more of a man at that moment than he'd ever
done before.

Slowly, gently, he slipped his fingers all the way down, until
they were touching the moist opening of her body.

Buffy's thighs parted a little more, almost without her directing
them to do so.

William explored the mystery between her legs, as he lowered
his head and kissed her lips again.

His knowledge of female anatomy was sketchy at best, but
he knew from listening to older school mates and from certain
books that would have caused his grandmother to faint clean
away had she know he'd read them, just exactly the place he
needed to be to give her the most pleasure.

It really wasn't difficult to find, not from the way her breathing
escalated when he touched and rubbed her there.

When he felt her fingers tighten in his hair, he knew he'd found
what he'd been searching for. He stiffened his fingers and began
a slow and gentle massage.

Buffy's head dropped back, and she stared sightlessly up at
the sky. She felt so close to something, it was just slightly
out of her reach, and if she just concentrated...she could....

"Oh! I....I'm...." Her voice was high pitched and breathy.

William increased the pressure and speed of his fingers.

"W...William...ohhh....oh God...."

Her thighs tightened again. Not to keep his hand away, but to
clamp down on it and hold it to her.

The moisture was flowing from her, making his fingers slick
as they moved in her underwear.

Buffy raised her hips to deepen his touch even more. "Oh,
please...please...I...I want...oh...oh..."

Instinct alone prompted his next move.

Bending his head, he caught her breast in his mouth and
suckled at the rigid peak, nipping it gently with his teeth.

Buffy's eyes widened and she couldn't hold back a strangled cry. Her
entire body was shuddering and shaking with the tremendous force of
her release.

~~~~~~~~~~
"And then someday
They may recall...."
~~~~~~~~~~

Panting harshly, she clung to him as her eyes drifted shut.

"Buffy....open your eyes, luv...please," he begged.

When she did, he was happy to see that they were soft with
tenderness. He moved his hand from her panties and gathered
her close.

"I love you," he whispered. "God...I love you so much."

She took in a deep breath, and released it slowly.

"I love you, too. So much....."


~~~~~~~~~~
"We were not...too young...at all."
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Sweet Sixteen
Part 12



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hold me, hold me
Never let me go
Until you've told me, told me
What I want to know.."
And then just hold me, hold me.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


They stood on Buffy's front porch, kissing with a feverish
desperation, neither one wanting to be the first to pull away,
to have to part from each other...even for the remainder of the
night.

But eventually, they had to come up for air.

She placed her hands on his cheeks, stroking his warm
skin with her thumbs. "William," she whispered urgently,
looking up into his eyes.

Lowering his head, he buried his face against her throat. "I
don't want to let you go," he said. "I can't make my arms let
go."

"Me, neither." She moved her hand to stroke his tousled
curls, then pushed him away a little, offering him another
kiss.

A few moments later, she pulled away and started to say
something, but he stopped her by yanking her back into his
arms. "Not yet. Just a little longer, Buffy. Please. It'll be
forever until tomorrow."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Make me tell you I'm in love with you.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



"Buffy....say it again," he whispered hotly in her ear.

She looked up into his eyes. "I love you."

William smiled at her. "I'll never get tired of hearing you
say that."

"I'll never get tired of saying it."

They lingered in each other's arms for a while, neither
wanting to be the first to say goodnight.

"Can we do something tomorrow?" he asked. "It's
Sunday. Maybe we could go to the beach or some-
thing?"

Buffy nodded. "Okay. I have to go with my mom for
some new school clothes, but afterwards we could
go."

"When will you be home?"

"My mom can only stand shopping with me for a
few hours at a time," she said. "So I'm pretty sure
by 2:00 or so."

William ran his hands up and down her bare arms,
pleased that the nights were so warm in California that
she didn't need a sweater covering her soft skin. "What
are you going to buy?"

Buffy shrugged. "Some jeans and tops, I guess. I definitely
need some new shoes. My dad took me shopping a
couple of weeks ago, but he's even less patient than my
mom when it comes to the mall."

He smiled, thinking to himself that there was nothing in
the world he would enjoy more than taking Buffy to the mall
and buying her anything she liked. "More of these pretty
dresses?" he asked, fingering the soft cotton material that
clung to her waist.

"Maybe," she said, returning his smile. "Do you...have a
favorite color?"

His heart rate kicked up. She wanted to dress to please
him! "Buffy...I would love you in any color you wear," he
said, smoothing her hair away from her face. "But, I'll admit
that I'm partial to red."

"I'll see if I can find something red," she said shyly.

The porch light snapped on. It was her mother's not so
subtle signal that it was time to call it a night.

"I have to go in."

"I know." He slipped his arms back around her waist and
pulled her closer. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Buffy lifted her face, her lips parted and moist. As he lowered
his head to kiss her goodnight, her eyes closed and her arms
crept around his neck.

When he finally summoned the will to pull away, he
murmured, "Goodnight."

She said it, too...reluctantly...then went inside and began to
close the door. Before it was all the way closed, he put his
hand on it and stopped her. "I love you."

Buffy smiled and sighed. "I love you, too."

"See you tomorrow?"

"Yes...tomorrow."

And with that, he had to be content.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Thrill me, thrill me
Walk me down the lane where shadows
Will be, will be
Hiding lovers just the same as we'll be, we'll be
When you make me tell you I love you..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


He couldn't sleep.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her.
Whenever he took a deep breath, he caught
the scent of her perfume. When his fingers brushed
the cotton of his bed sheets, he felt her satiny skin.

This was agony, being away from her. How the hell
was he going to live until tomorrow?

William had never really been in love before. There'd
been a girl or two that he'd liked, or found sexy. He'd
had two fairly serious girlfriends, one when he'd
been fourteen, and the other during his sixteenth
year, but the feelings he could remember having for them
were nothing at all compared to the overwhelming
rush of love and passion he felt for Buffy.

He would do anything for her. Absolutely anything.

Just to see her smile...to hear her laugh...to feel
her touch...her little hands on his body...on his...

Groaning, he rolled onto his back and flung the
bedclothes violently onto the floor.

He tried to think of something else. School would be
starting soon, and he was actually looking forward
to it. He'd never attended a public school before, and
he was curious to see how different it was here in the
U.S.

And Buffy would be there. He would see her every day.
They could have lunch together...find places they could
be alone...kiss...and touch....and.....

"Bloody hell," he muttered, shutting his eyes tightly.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"They told me, be sensible with your new love
Don't be fooled, thinking this is the last you'll find.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


She couldn't sleep.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. When-
ever she took a deep breath, she caught the scent of
his skin, the clean smell of soap and just a trace of
aftershave. When her fingers brushed the hair out of her
eyes, she felt his touch.

Buffy hated being apart from him. She wanted to spend
every moment of her life in his arms. For the first time
ever, she was in love.

She'd thought she'd been in love before, but now she
knew better. The feelings she'd had for the one or two
casual boyfriends she'd left behind in Los Angeles, were
nothing but shadows of the emotions churning inside
of her every time she even thought of William.

This was love. Her mother and father would probably
try to tell her that she didn't understand true love. They
would consider her relationship with William to be
'puppy love'. Childish and sweet, but not the serious and
lasting type of love that she would find someday when
she was older and wiser.

They were wrong. So unbelievably wrong.

She loved William with every part of herself. Her heart
and her soul....and her body. All of it belonged to him, to
do with as he would.

The way he kissed her...the way he touched her...was
as close to paradise as she'd ever been. She was learning
so many new things about herself, about what she wanted
out of life, about what was really important and what was
not.

William was her first love, and someday...he would be her
first lover. She knew this as clearly as she knew the earth
revolved around the sun. It was meant to be.

Waiting until tomorrow was like slow torture, and nothing
would take her mind off of him. No matter what she tried
to think about...her mind always returned to the boy next
door.

Sitting up in bed, she threw her covers off. Her skin felt
hot and sensitive. The memory of his hands touching
her so intimately was making her ache to feel him again.

She shook her hair back out of her face, almost ready to
cry because she wanted so badly to be with him, to kiss
him, and to feel his hands on her, moving over her body,
touching her breasts and slipping down further between
her.....

"Oh, God," she whimpered softly, lying down and
closing her eyes tightly.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"But they never stood in the dark with you, love
When you take me in your arms and drive me
Slowly out of my mind..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


It was useless, trying to sleep, trying to think of anything
else but Buffy.

There WAS nothing else but Buffy.

So he let his mind wander, remembering every moment
of their time on the beach earlier.

As he replayed it in his brain, his hand crept down between
his legs and took a firm hold of his rapidly hardening shaft.

"Buffy," he whispered, gently stroking his aching flesh. "Yes..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Kiss me, kiss me
And when you do I know that you
Will miss me, miss me
If we ever say adieu, so kiss me...kiss me
Let me tell you I'm in love with you.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Her restless tossing had tangled her nightgown up around
her waist. She had given up on trying to sleep, there was no
point to it when the only thing she could think about didn't
relax or calm her in any way.

She wanted to be with William, lying on the beach in his
arms. Wanted to feel the gentle caress of his fingers in her
most secret place, the place he had found with unerring
accuracy, the place he had touched over and over again.

Buffy closed her eyes and pictured it in her mind. The ocean
rolling in and out, the sound of his voice whispering in her
ear, the dizzying pleasure of his hands and his mouth...

"Oh, William," she sighed, letting her hand delve between
her thighs. "Touch me....."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Never, never, never let me go..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Sweet Sixteen
Part 13



~~~~~~~~~~
"Just an old fashioned love song
Playing on the radio
And wrapped around the music
Is the sound of someone promising
They'll never go..."
~~~~~~~~~~


The crowd at the beach was surprisingly sparse for
a hot Sunday afternoon. Not that they cared. As far
as Buffy and William were concerned, they were the
only people in the world at that moment.

"Come on." He jumped to his feet and grabbed her
hand. "Let's go in the water."

Buffy giggled as he hauled her to her feet and began
dragging her along behind him. The instant her foot
moved from the warm, loose sand to the wet hard-
packed, she squealed and pulled back. "It's too cold."

William laughed, refusing to allow her retreat. "Don't
be a baby," he teased, tightening his grip.

"No...it's freezing." She managed to slip her hand out
of his, then turned to run. Ten yards away she got, before
he caught her and scooped her up in his arms.

Buffy shrieked and kicked, belying her eagerness
to escape by wrapping her arms around his neck. "Put
me down," she demanded.

"Never!" he shouted, running down to the water line. His
bare feet kicked up the shallow water as he waded in up
to his knees.

When he pretended to drop her, she literally climbed up
his body. "Don't you dare," she threatened, trying to
look as though she meant business.

"Or you'll what?" he asked, holding her a little tighter.

Buffy tried to think up a suitable warning. "I'll...I won't
kiss you for the rest of the day!"

His eyes widened with mock horror. "Really?" he asked,
grinning wickedly, then bending his head until his lips
nearly touched hers. "You would do that to me?" he
whispered.

She felt the warmth of his breath on her lips....and
melted. "No," she said softly, placing her hand on his
cheek and pulling him closer.


~~~~~~~~~~
"You'll swear you've heard it before
As it slowly rambles on
No need in bringing them back
'Cause they've never really gone.."
~~~~~~~~~~


She kissed him so sweetly, so thoroughly, that his
arms trembled and he was forced to set her on her
feet.

When her toes touched the cold water, she
squeaked and jumped up, wrapping her legs around
his waist as she hung on his neck.

William, who was wearing only a pair of cut off
jeans, gasped against her soft lips at the feeling of
pressure she was innocently exerting on his lower
parts.

He didn't want to lose his contact with her lips, so he
placed one hand on the back of her neck, digging his
fingers into her thick hair, and the other he slipped down
under her bottom to hold her up. With a slight push, he
ground her against him a little harder.

When they finally broke apart to take in air, he leaned
his forehead against hers and stared into her eyes.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too." Buffy's head was spinning, while her
heart beat sped up significantly. She felt like a clock-
work toy gone wildly out of control.

Moving out of the water, William carried her back to
their blanket and set her down on it.

~~~~~~~~~~
"Just an old fashioned love song
Coming down in three part harmony
Just an old fashioned love song
One I'm sure they wrote for you and me.."
~~~~~~~~~~

"Are you hungry?"

Buffy smiled. "Starved."

"Let's go get something."

Taking her hand, he helped her to her feet and
they set off across the warm sand, heading for the
snack bar.

There were only a couple of people in line. William
stood behind Buffy and slipped his arms around her
waist, leaning down to speak quietly in her ear.

"What sounds good, love?"

Buffy studied the menu. It contained the usual assortment
of fast food...hot dogs, hamburgers, chicken strips and so
on, along with the customary side dish of french fries.

"Ummm....I guess I'll have a hamburger," she said,
shrugging like it didn't really matter.

"Yeah, me too."

After ordering, they sat down on a bench to wait for their
number to be called. With their hands seemingly glued
together, they made casual small talk.

"School starts on Wednesday," William said, rubbing his
thumb against the back of her hand.

Buffy made a face. "Ugh...don't remind me."

"What? You don't like school?" he asked.

She shrugged, leaning her head against his shoulder. "It's
okay, I guess. I've gotta pull up my grades this year, or my
parents'll do something drastic."

He didn't like the sound of that at all. "Like what?"

Buffy raised her head and looked at him. "Boarding
school, maybe. Somewhere with no...distractions."

"What?" William was concerned and it showed in his
expression and his tone. "Where?"

"I don't know," she replied. "My dad didn't say."

There wasn't a chance in the world that he would let
such a thing happen, William decided. He didn't care what
he had to do. He had just found this girl, no way in hell
was he going to lose her.

"Listen," he said, placing his hand beneath her chin and
tilting her face up. "I'll help you. With anything you need, I
promise. We'll get your grades up...all right?"

Buffy believed him completely. She just knew that he could
do whatever he said he could do, and he would do it for
her. "All right."

He kissed the back of her hand as their order number was
called.


~~~~~~~~~~
"To weave our dreams upon
And listen to each evening
When the lights are low
To underscore our love affair
With tenderness and feelings
That we've come to know.."
~~~~~~~~~~


"Your shoulders look a little pink," Buffy said,
reaching for her tote bag. "Sit up."

William sat up beside her and watched what she
was doing. His eyes gleamed when she pulled out a
bottle of sunblock.

She crawled around behind him on her knees and
squirted a glob of the white cream on his warm skin,
giggling when he jumped and said, "Cold."

"Sorry." Buffy smoothed the cream around his
shoulders, rubbing it into his skin with a gentle touch.

He let his head drop forward, luxuriating in the feel
of her hands kneading his flesh.

When she was finished, she placed the cap on the
bottle and set it aside, then pulled him back until he
was reclining in her arms.

"Thank you, love," he said, bringing one hand up to
stroke her sun warmed hair.

"You're welcome." Sighing with complete happiness, she
pressed her cheek against his soft curls.

They sat in peaceful silence for a few minutes, then
William said, "Let's go out tonight. Somewhere nice."

Buffy smiled and nodded. "Okay. Where?"

He hesitated for a moment. "There's a restaurant in the
lobby of the Chandler Arms," he suggested.

"The where?"

"It's....a hotel. Close to the country club," he said,
trying to keep his tone casual, not wanting her to think
he was trying anything sneaky.

There was a short silence, then Buffy tightened her
arms around him. "What should I wear?"

~~~~~~~~~~
"Just an old fashioned love song
Coming down in three part harmony
Just an old fashioned love song
One I'm sure they
Wrote for you and me.."
~~~~~~~~~~


TBC....
Feedback is appreciated.

Title: Sweet Sixteen
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Would be lovely.
Summary: AU. William and Buffy
are teenage neighbors meeting for
the first time.



Part Fourteen (a)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Outside the rain begins
And it may never end
So cry no more, on the shore a dream
Will take us out to sea
Forevermore.....forevermore..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"Well, don't you look nice this evening?"

William glanced in the mirror and saw his uncle stand-
ing in the open door of the poolhouse. Adjusting his
tie, he tugged at it to loosen it a fraction.

"You know," he said, grinning, "this is the first time
I've worn one of these since I left England. I'd forgotten
how much I hate them."

Rupert Giles tugged off his glasses and began to
clean them, a sure sign that something was on his
mind.

"I assume you have a date with Buffy tonight?" he
asked casually.

"You assume...right," William replied, giving up
on the tie and reaching for his suit coat. "I'm taking
her out to dinner." He didn't feel like volunteering the
information as to where he was taking her, knowing that
such an admission would be inviting a shocked ex-
pression and a lecture about conducting himself as a
gentleman at all times, and that perhaps taking a young
lady to a hotel for a meal was not really the "right"
thing to do.

Perching his glasses on his nose once more, the older
man gave his nephew a long and considering look. "You're
seeing a lot of her, aren't you?"

William just shrugged. "Every chance I get," he said. "Can
you blame me?"

Rupert sighed and smiled. "I suppose I can't. She's a lovely
girl. Quite charming and very....American."

An odd tone to the remark caught Williams's attention as
he picked up his car keys. Dropping them in his pocket,
he turned to confront his uncle. "Is there some kind of
hidden meaning in that comment?" he asked, frowning.

Rupert's cheeks reddened slightly. "Not...well, I don't
mean for there to be, but....I was wondering one thing."

"What's that?" William folded his arms across his chest.

"You and Buffy are from completely different worlds. I
know that you've adapted quite well to the States, and you
definitely fit in with all your new friends...."

"But..?" William prompted.

Rupert cleared his throat, staring at his feet. "Have you
told her about YOUR world, William?" he asked quietly.
"The world that you will be obliged to return to one day?"

Oh, this was going to be a whole new lecture sub-
ject, and William wanted no part of it right now. That
particular future seemed to be a hundred years away.

The only thing he cared about was the here and the
now. He had just found the most beautiful girl on
earth, had just fallen completely in love with her, and
was set to explore all the wonderful possibilities of
that love. Buffy WAS his future, he had no doubt of
it...but it was too soon to start figuring out which ob-
stacles would be the most difficult to climb.

"Buffy knows where I'm from," he replied vaguely. "I've
told her about Black Oaks. Please don't do that."

Rupert had begun to wander around the room, picking
up articles of clothing and folding them into neat little
piles. Placing a shirt on the top of his stack, he turned
and stared right at William.

"Have you told her...everything? Not just about the
estate, and the house in London, and the retreat in
Scotland...but about you. About who you are...and
what's expected of you."

William took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "Not
yet," he admitted. "But I will. Soon."

Rupert hesitated a moment, then nodded. "I hope you
do," he said. "If there's a chance that Buffy will be the
girl you choose someday, then it's only fair she know
what's in store for her."

About to walk out the door, William stopped and looked
back. "Buffy IS the girl I've chosen," he said firmly. "I
want you to know that. We'll...work things out."

His uncle joined him by the door. "William...please
understand, I think she's a lovely girl. I can see
that you have deep feelings for her and I have no doubt
that she returns those feelings." He patted the young
man's shoulder. "I'm on your side, you know. You're
my sister's only child and I'm...well, quite fond of you."

William smiled. "Goodnight, Uncle Rupert," he said,
anxious to be gone. "And....try not to worry so much."

As he watched his nephew walk around the hedge that
separated his property from the Summers house, Rupert
Giles shook his head and sighed. "It's not MY worry you
need to be concerned with, William," he murmured, closing
the door behind him.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Close your eyes and dream
And you can be with me
'Neath the waves
Through the caves of hours
Long forgotten now
We're all alone...we're all alone..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy opened the door, smiling widely.

William nearly passed out at the sight she
presented him.

Her dress was a deep, lush crimson silk that
clung sweetly to her curves. The skirt of the
dress was full and swished around her legs when
she walked, it's hem dropping to a little above
her knees.

But the feature of the garment that really made
his mouth water was the neckline, a deep V
shape that looked remarkably easy to get inside
of.

She was wearing sheer stockings and red, heeled
sandals. Her hair was curled and held back from
her face by a pair of garnet studded combs.

His eyes were drawn to the hollow of her throat,
where a small, heart shaped pendant dangled.

Realizing he was standing there like a mute idiot, he
mentally kicked himself in the arse and stepped
inside when she moved back from the door.

"I can't even find the words to tell you how beautiful
you look," he said quietly, leaning over to whisper
in her ear, and wondering where her mother was.

Buffy's smile was dazzling. Her light summer tan
seemed almost golden to his eyes, and she was
wearing the most beautiful shade of scarlet lipstick
he'd ever seen on a girl. Glossy and deep, it made
her mouth look like a piece of exotic and juicy
fruit, and he wanted to take a bite out of her right
then and there.

"William. You look handsome tonight."

Joyce was halfway down the stairs, an empty
laundry basket in one hand.

He forced himself to take his eyes off Buffy and
reply to her mother.

The three of them stood in the foyer, making the
usual small talk of where they were going and when
Buffy was expected home.

William's announcing a 7:00 reservation got them
out the door and into his car.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Close the window, calm the light
And it will be all right
No need to bother now
Let it out, let it all begin
Learn how to pretend..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


The Chandler Arms was a fifteen minute drive
from Buffy's house.

Waiting for a green light, William turned his full
attention on his passenger. "New dress?"

A tiny smile curved her lips. "Brand new," she
admitted. "Do you like it?"

He nodded slowly. "Very much," he said. "Red's
my favorite color."

Buffy paused. "I remember," she murmured,
her cheeks turning pink.

An exhilerating rush of excitement washed over
him. She had remembered! Had bought this dress
with him in mind, wanting to appeal to him and
attract him.

Knowing this caused a heady feeling of pride and
possession, coupled with intense sexual aware-
ness, that kept him on edge for the remainder
of the drive.

William turned onto a long drive, located just
off the main highway. Passing by the Country Club
and it's inevitable golf course, he continued another
half mile before pulling into the semi-circular drive-
way in front of the hotel.

A valet appeared, opening the passenger side
door for Buffy, then traded places in the driver's
seat with William.

Once inside the hotel lobby, Buffy looked around
in amazement. It was the most beautiful...the most
elegantly appointed...and the most daunting place
she'd ever set foot to carpet in.

Slightly intimated by it's expensive glamour, she
held tightly to William's hand and prayed that she
wouldn't do anything stupid or clumsy.

The restaurant he was taking her to was on the
far side of the hotel lobby, identified only by a
small sign set on what looked to her like an easel.

Although she felt nervous and out of place, she
couldn't help notice that William was decidedly
not.

He dealt with everything, showing an ease of manner
that only came from years of experience. A back-
ground of wealth and privilege was apparent in his
every move and word.

If he'd been any other boy she knew, Buffy would
have thought that he was being pretentious and show-
offy to try and impress her.

William's demeanor was neither of those things,
but was instead the completely natural behavior of
someone who was used to people doing what he
told them.

He was, quite frankly, the most 'adult' seventeen
year old boy she knew.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Once a story's told
It can't help but grow old
Roses do, lovers too
So cast your seasons to the wind
And hold me dear...hold me dear.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


She sat behind a menu so enormous that it blocked her
from his view.

Smiling, William tapped on the back of it. "Have you
decided yet, luv?"

Buffy set the menu down on the table in front of her, a
small frown furrowing her brow. "It's all in French," she
said, looking up at him helplessly.

Shit! He'd forgotten, and he could have kicked himself
when he saw her blush.

"I took Spanish," she added.

He gave her a reassuring smile. "May I order for you?"

Buffy shrugged. "I think you'll have to."

"All right." He studied his own menu. "What kind of foods
do you prefer?"

The kinds of food she preferred were nowhere to be
found on this menu, she was sure, but she'd never been
a picky eater, so she smiled and said, "I'll eat just about
anything."

William swallowed hard and cleared his throat. Glancing at
her, he saw nothing but an ingenuous smile on her pretty
mouth, so he took the remark at face value and didn't
comment on it.


TBC......
(In part 14-B)

Part 14- (b)




~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Close the window, calm the light
And it will be all right
No need to bother now
Let it out, let it all begin
All's forgotten now
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



He looked over the menu, choosing foods that he
liked and thought Buffy might enjoy as well.

The waiter was hovering nearby, and appeared at
their table side when William beckoned him.

"Nous commencerons par prendre du pate de
Foies de Volailles Maison, apres...cela des
Escargots, une salade de chevre chaud, le carre
d'agneua roti, et enfin comme dessert, le fondant
au chocolate."

Scribbling on his pad, the waiter nodded. "Tres
bon choix, monsieur," he murmured.

"Merci." William handed him their menus. "Ce
sera tout."

After the waiter's departure, William looked at
Buffy and found her smiling at him in delight.

"Okay, I'm impressed," she said. "Now, I wish
I'd taken French."

He returned her smile. "You do?"

"Yeah...that was beautiful," she nodded. "Order-
ing food in English NEVER sounds that good."

"It's a beautiful language," he agreed. "One of the
'Romance' languages."

Buffy giggled. "Very romantic."

William's dark eyes were alight with amusement. He
leaned over the table and took her small hand in
his. "Buffy," he said softly, "Tu es belle a chaque fois
que je te vois. Tu es belle a la lumiere, au clair de lune,
eclairee d'un rayon de soleil, mais te regarder maintenant
a la luere de ces bougies et je retombe amoureux de
toi, comme au premiere jour."

Her eyes became wider with every word that passed
his lips so eloquently. He spoke with such tender-
ness...such a depth of sincerity...that she almost
knew what he was saying without having to ask.

Lifting her hand, he placed a sweet kiss on the
back of it. "Tu m' enchantes."

She entwined her fingers with his, almost unable
to speak past the lump in her throat.

"That was beautiful," she finally said, squeezing
his hand. "What did you say?"

William returned the pressure of her hand. "I
said that you get more beautiful every time I
see you. You're lovely by moonlight...and by
daylight...but seeing you now in candlelight
makes me fall in love with you all over again.
You've enchanted me."

Buffy smiled sweetly. "I love you, too," she
whispered, her eyes shining with the fury of
passionate adoration he brought out in her.

Every word he spoke...every syllable...was
a caress that she could feel.

And she never wanted to be without it again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"We're all alone.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy stared down at the plate the waiter had
placed in front of her. She looked at the plate,
looked up at William, then back down at the
plate.

Struck by a sudden premonition that she was
about to regret not insisting he order in plain
English, she regarded the offering in front of her
with a dubious eye.

A mound of grayish, brownish paste was
surrounded by little slices of toast and..

**Are those PICKLES?**

....draped over it. There was a small pile of
lettuce on the side of the dish, with a cherry
tomato balanced on top.

The whole thing looked highly unappetizing
to her.

"Um...maybe," she said doubtfully, "we shouldn't
spoil our appetites for dinner. And...and I had a
late lunch," she tacked on, lamely.

William smiled at her. "Just try it," he urged.

Buffy sighed and picked up her fork. "What is
it?"

He reached over and removed the cutlery from
her hand, then picked up a knife and spread some
of the mess on a slice of toast.

The maneuver was so smoothly done that she
didn't even have time to be embarassed by her mistake
before he was giving her the piece of bread.

"This," he explained, "is Pate de Foies de
Volaille."

Buffy took a bite and chewed.

"It's chicken liver."

Her jaw stopped moving, and she stared
at him. "Chicken...liver?" she mumbled through
the mouthful of food.

"Mm-hmm," William nodded, putting together
another serving. "Do you like it?"

Actually....she kind of did! Surprise, surprise...it
was pretty tasty once you got past the idea of
eating a chicken's liver.

She swallowed and shrugged her shoulders. "It's
good," she said, and took another bite.

Apparently, she'd been worried for no reason about
him ordering in French. If the rest of the meal was
as good as this, then.....


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Close the window, calm the light
And it will be all right
No need to bother now
Let it out, let it all begin.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"You've gotta be kidding me."

The food in front of Buffy now made the gray and
brown glop of chicken liver look like ambrosia.

"Don't say anything until you've tried it," William
teased, picking up the utensils that accompanied
this this offering. "It's delicious."

"You can have mine," she said promptly.

It was a sincere remark. No way was she going
eat something she squished in her mother's rose
bushes on a regular basis.

Picking up one of the snails with a tiny pair of
tongs, he dug it's innards out with a small fork.

Buffy immediately drew back. "No, thank you."

Her demeanor seemed to amuse him. "Escargot
de Bourgogne," he announced. "Sauteed in
garlic and butter. Try it."

Groping for an excuse not to, Buffy said, "Some-
times I have trouble with shellfish...kind of an
allergy thing, so.."

"This isn't shellfish," he replied.

"It has a shell."

"It's not a fish." He held out the fork and it's
disgusting passenger. "I promise you," he added.
"You put enough garlic and butter on it, even
shoe leather will taste good."

"That's not very reassuring," Buffy muttered,
opening her mouth and accepting his offering.

As it turned out, he was right!


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"All's forgotten now, my love..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"William...maybe you'd better tell me what's
coming next," Buffy said, wanting to prepare
herself.

"Salad is next," he informed her. "Salade de
Chevre Chaud."

"Oh!" What a relief. Salad was something she
knew.

Or so she had imagined....

"This is salad?" This was NOT salad!

"That's right," he said. Some mixed greens, tomato
and vinaigrette. Salad."

Buffy made a face, which he missed. "What's that
on top of it?"

"Melted goat cheese."

Well, she'd HAD to ask!

Gamely, she picked up her salad fork and plunged in.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"We're all alone.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


How much longer was this meal going to last?

It was a question she'd been wanting to ask out
loud since the melted goat cheese.

Buffy looked glumly at the new plate of food. "And
this is...?"

"Carre D'Agnuau Roti," he answered. "It's a..."

She held up one hand. "Never mind. I don't want
to know."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Let it out, let it all begin
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Is there anything else coming?" Buffy asked,
wiping her mouth on her napkin.

William leaned back and smiled. "There's dessert."

She didn't want to even imagine what kind of
desserts they served at this place. Probably some-
thing like pine cones dipped in marshmallow cream.

Patting her tummy, she shook her head. "I don't
think I can."

Once again, the waiter set a plate in front of her.

"Maybe I can!"

Now, THIS was more like it. She could actually
identify this food. A slice of chocolate cake
cake arranged in swirling patterns of hot fudge.

"Fondant au Chocolat," William said, watching
the delight on her expressive face. "I thought you'd
like it."

Buffy took a bite and gazed heavenward. "Good."

It was so good that it almost made up for the snails.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Close the window, calm the light
And it will be all right
No need to bother now
Let it out, let it all begin
Learn how to pretend..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TBC.....
(Needing feedback here, y'all)

Sweet Sixteen
Part 15




~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Only you, can make this world seem right
Only you, can make the darkness bright.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


William pulled his car into the driveway of
his uncle's house and cut the engine. He
turned to Buffy and reached for her hand.

Her fingers clasped tightly around his as she
looked at him and smiled. "I had a really nice
time," she said politely. "Thank you for dinner."

He shrugged. "You're welcome." After a long pause
he asked, "Do you have to go in now?"

Buffy's eyes darted to the second floor window of
her mother's bedroom. There was only a faint glow
coming from it, which usually meant that her mom
was in bed with the television playing softly, and when
that happened, she almost always fell asleep halfway
through whatever she was watching. Many times, Buffy
had crept into her mom's room and switched off the
set at 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning.

"I guess I could stay out a little later," she said
softly, turning back to William. "Technically, my
summer curfew is midnight, but my mom's pretty okay
about it if I'm a little late."

William glanced at his watch. It was only 9:30. He
could be with her for at least another hour and a half,
and maybe a bit longer than that.

"Did you want to go somewhere else?" Buffy asked.

There was only one place he wanted to go, but he
was hesitant to suggest it. He didn't want her to think
that he only had one thing on his mind, but he was
desperate to have some time alone with her.

It had been less than twenty-four hours since they'd
been able to do anything more than briefly kiss, but
it felt more like twenty-four years.

He'd given serious thought to the idea of suggesting
that they get a room in the hotel where they'd had
dinner, but had discarded the notion halfway through
the meal, not wanting her to feel as though he
was pressuring her.

Besides, a hotel room at this point in their relationship,
was temptingly dangerous. Had they gone through
with it, things could have gotten completely out of
hand and it was just too soon for that.

On the other hand, if he didn't get a chance to have
her all to himself for a while, he was going to lose his
mind.

There was only one place he could think of where
they could be alone to do what they wanted, but
could also rely on the close proximity of both his
uncle and her mother to keep things from going too
far.

"I was thinking," he began, trying to sound as
though his sanity wasn't riding on the outcome of
this endeavor, "that we could go to the pool house
for a while. Maybe...watch a movie...?"

Buffy nodded slowly. "We could do that," she
said agreeably.

William released the breath he'd been unconscious-
ly holding. He lifted the small hand that fit so
beautifully in his, and kissed it gently.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Only you, and you alone
Can thrill me like you do..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


It was the first time she'd been in the pool-
house, and she loved it on sight.

The small cottage had a living room area, with
a sofa, a couple of armchairs, and a pretty
elaborate stereo system on one wall. It was
flanked by a book shelf on one side, and a
small table on the other. On that table,
there was a television and cable box, a DVD
player, and some sort of video game system
hooked up.

On the opposite side of the room, there was a
door that Buffy imagined led to a bedroom.

To HIS bedroom.

She stared at it and swallowed...hard.

William closed the front door. Buffy jumped at
the sound, then giggled nervously.

"What's so funny?" he asked, warming her
with his smile.

"Nothing," she said, her voice light and high
pitched. Nerve chills chased up and down her
spine. "The door, it...it startled me."

She felt a little foolish, but his grin only widened.

"Sit down," he urged her, indicating the sofa.

Buffy tucked her skirt beneath her and took a
seat at one end of the couch, watching as he
took off his jacket and pulled the knot of his tie
loose.

"That's better," he said, pulling the tie off over
his head and tossing it on the back of a chair,
along with his jacket.

Feeling as though she should make some sort
of similar gesture, Buffy toed off her shoes.

William sat down in the chair, then removed his
own shoes and socks. "I like barefoot better, too,"
he said, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"And fill my heart with love
For only you..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"What would you like to watch?"

"Anything's fine with me."

William grabbed a box with several DVDs in
it. He sat down next to Buffy and began search-
ing through them.

"Something funny?" he suggested. "Scary?"

Buffy thought it over. "Something...romantic,"
she finally said.

William looked sheepish . "I'm afraid we'll have
to go straight to cable for that," he admitted,
picking up the TV remote, and thumbing the
'ON' button.

He set the box of DVDs down on the floor,
and Buffy picked it up and began to sort through
it herself.

"Die Hard...Die Harder...Top Gun...The
Terminator...Lethal Weapon numbers one, two,
three, AND four." She looked at him. "Bambi?"

William grabbed the DVD from her hand. "You
didn't see that," he announced, smiling at her as
he tossed it back into the box.

Buffy laughed. "It's okay," she said. "I like Bambi,
too."

"Well, you're a girl. It's coded into your DNA."

He began flipping channels, going rapidly from
2 to 504. When he started to go around again, Buffy
spoke up. "How can you even tell what's on?"

William shrugged. "Practice."

The constantly flickering screen was beginning
to make her dizzy, so she grabbed the remote
out of his hand. "My turn."

"Hey!" he protested. "Give that back!"

"No!" She giggled and held it out of his reach. "I'm
getting seasick."

Delighted at her cheeky manner, he pounced
and tried to wrestle the remote away from her.

Buffy stuffed it behind her, then leaned back
against the cushion.

"What, do you think that'll stop me?" he asked.

He leaned over her to wedge one hand between
her and the remote. As he dug for it, he over
balanced and fell on top of her.

Which brought their playful interlude to an
abrupt halt.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Only you, can make this change in me
For it's true, you are my destiny..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


With one knee riding between her thighs, he
leaned closer and began kissing her.

Buffy's arms crept up and around his neck as
her lips parted beneath his, allowing his tongue
into her mouth and meeting it with her own.

When they parted, he pulled back and looked
down at her. Her eyes were soft, warm with love
that he could feel all the way through him.

Moving up a little, he reached behind her and
switched off the floor lamp behind the couch.
Nothing but the glow of the television illuminated
the room. He slipped his hand behind her
again and pulled out the remote, then aimed
it at the TV and muted the sound.

He dropped the remote on the floor, and adjusted
his position again. Holding his upper body off
of her, he balanced his weight on one hand and
caressed the side of her face with the other.

"Buffy," he whispered, stroking her soft
skin. His thumb brushed against her moist
lower lip. "I love you."

Her breath came unevenly when she felt his
tender touch. "I love you, too."

William kissed her softly, his body molding itself
to hers, feeling each dip and swell beneath him.

His fingers moved tentatively from her cheek
to her right breast, cupping it, and gently
squeezing it's full, rounded contours.

Buffy instinctively arched her back, thrusting
her flesh more fully into his eager hand. She
waited on pins and needles for him to go
further.

Still kissing her, he swept his thumb over and
around the hard center of her breast, making it
harder still.

As he moved against her, Buffy felt her dress
begin to inch up. A brief flare of panic overtook
her, and she tried to move one hand down to
fix the problem.

William broke their kiss. "What's wrong?" he
asked, his hand still fondling her.

Her cheeks turned pink. "Nothing," she murmured,
pulling him back down and reclaiming his lips.

He moaned softly into her mouth as his hand
slipped behind her, searching for the zipper of
her dress. When she made no protest, he
began inching it down.

The material parted, and he moved his hand
inside, fumbling for the clasp of her bra.

She helped him by sitting up and reaching
behind to unhook it herself.

William moved his hand into the back of her dress
again, then slid it around front and under her
bra. His fingers closed around her breast and
massaged it gently.

Buffy shifted beneath him, loosening the
bodice of her dress. He helped her pull her
arms out of the sleeves, then tugged the silky
fabric down to the waistband. Drawing off her
bra, he laid it over the back of the couch.

Staring down at her, he felt himself harden
nearly to the point of pain. Buffy lay before him,
naked from the waist up, and his imagination
soared to new heights as he contemplated all
the things he wanted to do with her.

Not all of it was sexual in nature. He wanted much
more than that. Her beauty was inspiring him,
and he wanted to paint her, to write poetry and
songs about her. Entire symphonies were
swelling inside of him.

He wanted to leave something tangible behind when
their time in this world was over, to show whoever
came after them how beautiful she had been, how
special and perfect she would always be....

And how deeply he had loved her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"When you hold my hand, I understand
the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
My one and only...you."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



TBC.....
Comments? Please?

Sweet Sixteen

Part sixteen


~~~~~~~~~~
"This magic moment
So different and so new
Was like any other
Until I kissed you..."
~~~~~~~~~~



Slowly...carefully...William moved his hand from
under Buffy's bra and placed it on her outer thigh, slightly
above her knee. With any other girl he'd known, this
maneuver would probably have gotten his face slapped
for him.

But, with Buffy it was different. She was as eager to
learn as he was.

There was so much that he wanted to do with
her that he could barely keep things straight
in his head. His thoughts and his needs were a
jumbled up knot of nerves and passion skittering
around in his brain, looking for a place to settle.

The skin beneath his fingers was warm and soft,
and he was nearly shaking with the anticipation of
touching her so intimately once again.

Lowering his head, he kissed the plump curve of
her breast, breathing her fragrance in until it made
him light headed. He rubbed his cheek against the
firm bud of her nipple, then took it into his mouth
and sucked it.

Buffy inhaled sharply, arching her back just the
tiniest bit. "Oh..."

His lips touched the hollow between her breasts. "All
right?" he asked softly.

"More than all right," she whispered.

William had to smile. She was so giving...so
sweet. "I love you."

Her eyes fluttered open and focused on him. "I
love you, too."


~~~~~~~~~~
"And then it happened
It took me by surprise
I knew that you felt it, too
By the look in your eyes..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Much to his surprise, Buffy's hands moved to the
front of his shirt and began to undo the buttons.

He said nothing, afraid that she might stop.

When she had all the buttons unfastened, she
placed her hands on the sides of his shirt and pulled
it open.

"I wanted to know," she began, her cheeks turning
pink. "If..."

"If what?" he asked, begging her silently in his head
not to stop her explorations.

Her eyes met his and she smiled a little shyly. "If it
feels as good to you as it does to me when..." Her fingers
glided from his shoulders to his chest. "When you're
touched here," she finished, lightly brushing the tips of
her fingers against his nipples.

The flat copper discs tightened beneath her touch, and
he felt a lightning bolt of sensation strike at his nerve
endings. His hips jerked involuntarily, causing his erection
to grind against her.

Sliding down on the sofa, she allowed her legs to part
wider and he settled himself against her, pressing down
slightly.

The arms he had braced on either side of her were
trembling, and he wasn't at all certain they would continue
to support him very well.

"Does...does that answer your question?" he asked,
smiling down at her.

She looked up at him beneath the veil of her lashes. "It
feels good?"

"It feels wonderful," he assured her quickly. "Every thing
you do feels wonderful."

Buffy hesitated, considering her next move. She licked her
lips and raised her head a little. "Come closer."

Taking a firm grip on his self control, William adjusted
himself and lowered his chest until he could feel her warm
breath on his skin. Holding his own breath in an agony of
anticipation, he waited...then gasped out loud at the silky
wetness of her tongue as it delicately licked his right nipple.

"Oh, God.." he moaned, his head dropping forward. "Buffy..do
it again. Please."

Buffy felt a surge of feminine power rising up in her when he
begged for her touch. Turning her head slightly, she closed
her eyes and traced her tongue around his left nipple this
time. His chest expanded as he took in a deep breath, and
she placed her hands on either side of his waist, urging him
closer.

William felt like he was drowning in warm honey. He opened
his eyes and looked down, watching as she teased and
tantalized his flesh with her sweet little tongue.

Before he could stop it, thoughts of what else she might
do with her mouth flashed into his brain, printing an
indelible picture there.

He tried to force it away. He could certainly never suggest
that she do something like...like that, although....

**Maybe....if I show her...if she'll let me...oh, God...maybe
she would want to...**

His mind was spinning rapidly beyond his control. Just
the thought of sharing something so intimate with her was
driving him slowly insane.

Problem was...he had no idea how to get such a
thing started. His previous experience didn't include
anything even close to what he wanted to happen next.

He wrestled silently with the problem for a moment, rapidly
formulating and discarding different options before he
decided to just go ahead and ask her what she thought.

Screwing all his courage to the sticking place, he pulled
back to look into her eyes.

Buffy, who had been enjoying what she was doing, was
surprised when he withdrew. She looked at him with a
question in her eyes. "You...don't you like that?"

William nodded emphatically. "Very much," he told
her. "But...but I was thinking that...that we could do
something...else."

He saw her tense up, and he knew what she was think-
ing. Rushing to reassure her, he explained himself a
little more clearly.

"Buffy...I know that it's too soon for us to do...what
you're thinking. I understand that...and I'd never ask
you to do something you're not ready for...I'd never
pressure you, or...or..."

He felt like a total git, stammering and fumbling for
words this way. She must think he was an inept
clod.

She instantly soothed his insecurity. Placing one small
hand on his cheek, she gazed into his eyes. "I know that
already. And you're not...I promise."


~~~~~~~~~~
"Sweeter than wine
Softer than a summer night..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Encouraged by her words, William pressed on.

"I meant that we can do...other things together. To
make each other...feel good."

"You mean like...what we did at the beach?" Buffy
asked, blushing at the memory.

Her warm hands...her soft fingers...touching his
body...caressing his......

His trousers became uncomfortably tight as the
image formed in his head.

"Yes...like that," he said. "And...and something
else, too. If you want to."

Seeing William this way, a boy who was usually
confident and sure of himself, touched Buffy's heart
and made her smile. He was so sweet, and she
loved him so much, so much that she couldn't
remember what it was like NOT to love him.

"Something else?" she prompted.

Not allowing himself a chance to rethink this whole
scenario, he placed one hand on her inner thigh,
then slipped it up under her dress.

"I could touch you here," he said, his fingers
brushing the front of her underpants, "with my
mouth."

Buffy's cheeks turned crimson at his words. Oral
sex! He was suggesting oral sex! With her!

Oh. Oh, she just couldn't. Could she?

If she did...if she let him...he would want her
to do it, too. And she had never...she wouldn't know
how to...what to do.

**But I love him...I want him..**

She swallowed hard. "I've never..."

"Neither have I," he admitted.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Everything I want, I have
Whenever I hold you tight
~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy was a little surprised. She'd never have been
able to suggest doing what he was suggesting if she'd
never done it before.

She could tell that he was being truthful, though. He was
too nervously shy to be anything else. And she liked the
idea of being the first girl he'd...

The first?

She couldn't be. Not with him being so totally
cute and sexy, and so sweet at the same time. How could
it be possible. He'd had girlfriends before...hadn't he?

Well, now she had to know. If it killed her with embarrassment,
she was going to ask.

"So," she said hoarsely, then cleared her throat. "You've
never...I mean...what you were talking about...never?"

"Never," he confirmed.

Buffy played absently with the curls at the nape of his
neck, trying for casual aplomb. "William...I was wondering
if...if you...have you..."

He had a pretty fair idea of what she was trying to ask, but
he kept a straight face and let her choke it out.

"Are you...um..." She took a deep breath and asked the
question with her rapid exhale. "Areyouavirgin?"

William hadn't thought it was possible for her face to
turn any redder, but apparently he'd been wrong. Biting his
lower lip to keep from laughing, he made his confession.

"Yes," he nodded. "Actually....I am."

Uncertain as to how she'd feel about hearing this, he
was pleasantly surprised to see an enraptured smile
bloom on her pretty face. He'd never imagined his lack
of experience would make her so happy.

"Really?" she asked, threading her fingers into his
curls.

He turned his head and kissed her fingers. "Really," he
replied, then gave her a questioning look. "You don't mind
that I...really don't know what I'm doing?"

Buffy shook her head. Mind? It was one of the best
things she'd ever heard.

"I think it's wonderful," she said, cupping his face in her
hands.

"Why?"

"Because....we'll be learning it all together," she said
simply. "We'll teach each other...everything."

"Everything?" he breathed, his eyes soft with love.

"Everything."


~~~~~~~~~~
"This magic moment
With your lips so close to mind
Will last forever
Forever till the end of time..."
~~~~~~~~~~


TBC...

Feedback is appreciated.

Sweet Sixteen




Part seventeen.....


~~~~~~~~~~
"God bless the day I found you
I want to stay around you
Now and forever
Let it be me..."
~~~~~~~~~~


The television flickered silently, completely forgotten
by the two laying on the thick carpeting in front of it.

Almost shaking with the arousal and emotion building
inside of him, William knelt between Buffy's slightly
spread legs, easing her panties down an inch at a time.

The deed could have been accomplished much more
quickly than it was, but they were both so on edge and
nervous that time seem to be stretching.

After their mutual decision to begin exploring the
sexual awakening and desire they were feeling, William
had gotten up off the couch and made sure that the
door was securely locked, and all the curtains were
closed.

He had spread the comforter from his bed on the floor,
then returned to the couch and held out one hand to Buffy.
She had hesitated only a moment before placing her own
hand in his, allowing him to draw her down to the floor.

It had only taken him a split second to consider and
reject the idea of taking her into his bedroom. The
temptation he felt around her was strong enough as it
was. If he saw her on his bed, he wasn't sure he'd be able
to control himself.

Fortunately, the room was warm and the carpeting plush,
especially with the goose down comforter he'd added.

On their knees in front of each other, he had eased
her dress up and over her hips. She was too nervous to
remove it completely, so he'd just smiled and helped
her lie down on the floor.

His shirt had been clinging to the light sheen of
perspiration caused by his excitement, and he had
slipped it off and tossed it away before lying down
next to her.

Starting at her lips, he kissed her softly and slowly,
trying to relax her into unclamping her tightly com-
pressed thighs. His lips had traveled down her throat,
nuzzling the slight indentation at it's base, then con-
tinued down between her breasts.

When he'd felt her hands in his hair, guiding him to
where she wanted him to go, he had felt a thrill race up
and down his spine. Taking her right breast into his
mouth, he'd licked and sucked the hard nipple until she
was satisfied, then moved to the opposite side and did
it all again.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Don't take this heaven from one
If you must cling to someone
Now and forever
Let it be me.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Down over her abdomen, his kisses trailed. Before he
got too intimate, he moved further down her body and
gently moved her legs apart a bit.

He'd kissed the soft inside of her thighs, already able to
smell the scent of her as he inched his way up.

She had stiffened up, and he had stopped immediately,
hoping it was only a temporary postponement.

"All right?" he'd asked, reaching with one hand for the
elastic waist of her panties.

After what felt like a bloody eternity to him, she had
nodded and smiled bravely.

Rising to his knees, he'd begun to pull down her under-
pants.

The pink lace and satin slipped slowly but surely down
her legs and off.

William stared in dumb amazement, certain he'd never
seen anything so beautiful.

When he could finally tear his eyes away, he glanced
up and saw her watching him.

"Can I...may I..." he stammered, "touch you...here?"

Buffy nodded, a little non-plussed at his shy nervousness.

Propping himself on one elbow, he cupped his free hand
over her mound, shocked by how warm and moist she was.
When she gasped, his eyes shot to her face to make sure
she was still willing.

Although her own eyes had drifted shut....she was licking
her lips and faintly smiling.

Strongly encouraged by her reaction, he grew bolder.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Each time we meet, love
I find complete love.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Using his index finger, he slipped it slowly up and
down the cleft of her sex, keeping his first touch light
and gentle.

Buffy murmured softly in her throat, and her legs parted
a little more for him.

Daringly moistening the tip of his finger in her wetness,
he called up the memory of the stories he had read in
the magazines he'd found...tales that he suspected were
completely fictitious despite their writer's claims to the
contrary...and located the sensitive spot at her apex.

He rubbed it slowly, thrilled when Buffy choked out a
half-scream and lifted her hips, opening her legs to give
him total access.

"Buffy?" he whispered, studying the look of abandon
on her lovely features. "Does this...does it feel good? Do
you like it, love?"

"Oh, yes," she sighed, her head falling to one side. "I
do....so much."

William felt a heady rush of pride and pleasure as he
reveled in the knowledge that he...a total and complete
amateur in this sort of foreplay...was making her feel
so good.

Emboldened even further, he bent his head and kissed
the neatly trimmed patch of light brown curls that hid the
most secretly intimate place on her body.

Buffy's body tensed, then relaxed as she released a
breath she'd obviously been holding.

His mind reeling with a mixture of uncertainty and
desperate desire, William moved lower and traced his
tongue up the same path his finger had taken.

"Oh!" Her voice squeaked and her eyes flew open
wide. "Will...William!"

Terrified of what her answer might be, he still had to
ask. "Do you want me to stop?"

**Please say no...please say no...Buffy...please...don't
make me stop...**


~~~~~~~~~~
"Without your sweet love
Tell me, what would life be?"
~~~~~~~~~~


"No...no, don't stop," she murmured. "I don't want you to."

The tension in him began to dissipate, and he lowered his
head again, licking her with soft strokes of his tongue.

Buffy's neck arched, grinding the back of her head into
the comforter. One of her hands moved down, her
fingers threading through his hair as she tried to urge
him up to find her clitoris.

Silently praying that he was doing this right, he
touched his tongue to the place she wanted it, flick-
ing the sensitive knot of flesh.

Then, taking it into his mouth, he sucked it with
greedy hunger, tasting the flood of juice that she
emitted.

He loved this, loved everything about it. The taste,
the scent, the feel of her down there...all of it was
perfect.

Buffy became frenzied, working both hands in
his hair, whimpering and lifting herself to him.

William sucked harder, drinking in the sounds
that were coming out of her, elated that he was
the one eliciting them.

She tasted sweet and salty at the same time, and
he gorged himself thoroughly before he moved his
tongue down and slipped it inside of her.


~~~~~~~~~~
"So never leave me lonely
Tell me you love me only"
Now and forever..."
~~~~~~~~~~


For someone with no experience, he seemed to be
accomplishing the goal he was aiming for. Buffy's
body writhed and heaved beneath the caress of his
tongue, and her fingers flew over his hair and down to his
face, stroking his cheeks, holding him steady.

Anxious to give her all the pleasure he possibly
could, he slipped his tongue inside of her a fraction.
She complained when he left what he had been
doing, so he quickly replaced his tongue with his
finger and kept stimulating her clitoris as he probed
more and more deeply.

Her breathing escalated even more, and she moaned
and cried out his name, sending his ego soaring sky
high.

He felt her climax almost as keenly as she did
herself, and it took all of his dwindling control not to
spend in his trousers.

Buffy shuddered and whined, her lower body jerking
with a glut of sensation that was starting to feel
uncomfortable.

Untangling her fingers from his hair, she dragged at
him until he moved up and rested his head on her
stomach.

Gently stroking her, he smiled against her skin
and brought her down slowly by whispering over
and over again how much he loved her.

When she was finally calm, he lifted his head
and smiled up at her.

Buffy said nothing. She simply held out her ams
and waited for him to fall into them.

Laying in his arms, in a marvelous state of peace
and contentment, she held him tightly and
gathered together all of her courage and desire to
please him.

Then, hiding her face against his chest, she
spoke two soft words.

"Now, you."


~~~~~~~~~~
"Let it be me...."
~~~~~~~~~~


TBC...

(In case I forgot to mention it, all that
nice feedback is very inspiring. Thank you
for giving it)

Sweet Sixteen
Part 18




~~~~~~~~~~
"When we kiss, my heart's on fire
Burning with a strange desire.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Even though her body was still coming down from the
intensity of her climax, Buffy felt a wave of shyness
and nerves suddenly overtake her.

It was one thing to lie back and let William take the
lead, doing things to her that she'd never even dreamed
were possible; it was quite another to try and do these
things herself.

She wanted more than anything to please him as he had
pleased her. He deserved the same wonderful
release she had just enjoyed.

But what if she failed him? What if she lost her nerve
and wasn't able to go through with it? It would be
awful of her to lead him on and then just stop.

It wasn't that the idea was unappealing to her. In her
eyes he was beautiful, and there was no part of his body
that she didn't want to explore in every way. Touching
William intimately thrilled her. She had learned THAT
the other night when they had gone to the beach to
make out.

Remembering the way she had caressed him, the
strong reactions she had provoked, made her
feel very much a woman instead of an inexperienced
sixteen year old.

She wanted to feel that way again. Right here and
right now.


~~~~~~~~~~
"And I know each time I kiss you
That your heart's on fire, too.."
~~~~~~~~~~

"Buffy?" His voice sounded strained. "Don't you
want to?"

Her heart swelled with love, and she knew that he would
call a halt to this if she asked him to. He'd stop and
wouldn't blame her or be angry with her.

And she didn't WANT to stop. She truly didn't.

She just wasn't sure how to start.

"I want to," she whispered. Cupping his face in her
hands, she stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. "It's
just that...I'm not sure what I should do."

The relief on his face made her smile. He kissed
her lightly on the lips, then rose to his knees and
started to unbutton his trousers.

She noticed that his hands were very slightly
trembling. The sight touched her, bringing all her
love and desire bubbling to the surface, pushing
away her fears.

He was just as nervous as she was, and just as
anxious. Pushing herself up onto her knees before
him, she moved his hands away. When her fingers
brushed the warm skin of his abdomen, he gasped
sharply as the muscles tightened.

Buffy carefully slipped the top button out of it's
hole, then began lowering the zipper until his pants
slipped down his slim hips.

As he had that night at the beach, William wore no
undergarments at all. Except for the slacks that
she pushed down around his knees, he was naked.

She hadn't really gotten much of a chance to look
at him the first time. It had been very dark, and she
hadn't had the nerve to examine him too closely.

Outside of a few little boys she'd babysat, Buffy
had never seen a penis so up close and
personal. Now, if she could conquer her paralyzing
shyness, she could take her time.

Although she had no basis for comparison, to her
unschooled eye it looked fairly large. Long and
thick and rigidly hard, it extended straight out from
his body. The bell shaped head of it was broad and
moist, and she could see the prominent veins that
ran down it's length.

Like the rest of his body, she found it absolutely
beautiful...and she wanted to touch it.

Acting on pure instinct, she extended her hand and
grasped him lightly, feeling the wonderful contrast of
soft skin and hard flesh.


~~~~~~~~~~
"So my darling, please surrender
All your love, so warm and tender.."
~~~~~~~~~~


William's eyes closed tightly for a moment, then
he opened them and looked down at what Buffy was
doing. The eroticism of what he saw, coupled with
the sensation of her small, warm hand on him, nearly
caused him to ejaculate. He had to bite down on his
lower lip to keep it from happening.

Fascinated, he watched her close her fingers more
firmly around his shaft.

"Like this?" she ventured shyly.

William nodded. "Oh, yes," he moaned softly. "Just
like that...Buffy..."

Milky drops of semen began leaking from the slit,
wetting her hand as she began to tentatively stroke his
erection. His hips pushed forward a little, thrusting into
the sheath she'd made of her fingers.

When she stopped, his head jerked up and he looked
at her. "Please," he whispered, desperately wanting her
to continue.

Buffy was gaining confidence in herself, and she
smiled to ease his obvious distress. "I think you should
lie down now."

Relief made him weak in the knees, and he did as
she'd instructed. Stretching out on his back, he kicked
his trousers completely off and parted his legs, his body
tense with anticipation.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Let me hold you in my arms, dear
While the moon shines bright above..."
~~~~~~~~~~


This was it. The point of no return.

Lying down beside him, she propped herself on her
elbow and took hold of him again.

William held his breath, his nerves stretched to their
absolute limits, waiting...

**Please...please...oh, Buffy...now...** he pleaded
silently. **I need you so much...take me...take me in
your mouth...I want to know...want to feel it...feel your
lips on me...your tongue touching me...licking...oh,
Buffy...Buffy, I love...oh!...oh, god!...yes!...yes!...so
good!...feels so...so...oh!...so wet, and...soft...your
lips...ah, tighter...a little...just...I...I love you...I love
THIS...more...take more...please...please...Buffy...oh,!
Buffy...my angel...your sweet...sweet mouth...on me...on
my...oh, yes!...I want to see...want to watch you...see
your mouth...look at me...yes...oh, I love you...I love
you...love you so, SO much...faster...perfect...just
perfect...warm...and wet...yes!...with your tongue...oh,
god...Buffy...Buffy...I'm...I'm going to...I...I can't stop...I
can't...I want...I want to...yes...yes...your mouth...in
your mouth...let me...oh, please let me...harder...I'm
so...so...close...I'm...yes!...yes!...oh, god, yes!...yes,
Buffy!...now!...now!...NOW!...BUFFY!...I LOVE YOU! **


~~~~~~~~~~
"All the stars will tell the story
Of our love and all it's glory

Let us take this night of magic
And make it a night of love..."
~~~~~~~~~~

"William? Are you okay?"

Panting in exquisite relief, he smiled at her and
pulled her up into his arms. "I've never been better
in my life."

Buffy returned his smile, rather proud of herself. It
seemed to her that lack of experience didn't really
matter when you loved someone enough.

Wrapping her in a secure embrace, he rolled her
over on her back and bent his head to kiss her.
His tongue moved into her mouth and gathered up
the faint taste of his ejaculate.

When he finally pulled away, he looked down into her
eyes. "Someday," he informed her seriously, "I'm
going to marry you. I swear it. You're going to be my
wife, and my..."

Before he could finish his sentence, she tightened
her arms around him and pulled him into another
deep kiss.

Someday.....


~~~~~~~~~~
"Be mine forever
Be mine tonight..."
~~~~~~~~~~


TBC.....
(A slightly different approach. Had to use
your imaginations. Let me know how you did)

Title: Sweet Sixteen
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Love some, thanks!
Rating: Up to NC-17
Summary: AU. William and Buffy are
teenage neighbors meeting for the
first time.



Part nineteen....


~~~~~~~~~~
"Don't know much about history
Don't know much biology..."
~~~~~~~~~~


"Buffy! Are you about ready?"

What a question. She was as ready as she was
ever going to be to start a new grade, at a new school
where she only knew a handful of people...a small
handful.

Calling down something affirmative to her mother, Buffy
took one last look in the mirror before she scooped up
her book bag and ran downstairs.

In the kitchen, her mom was pouring juice and shaking
vitamins out of a bottle. She looked up and smiled when
her daughter walked in. "You look nice, honey."

"Thanks," Buffy replied briefly, accepting the vitamins and
swallowing them down with a swig of orange juice.

After changing her clothes four times, she had finally
decided on her short waisted white sweater with elbow
length sleeves and her blue denim almost-mini skirt. Want-
ing to give herself a little stature, she'd zipped her feet
into her knee high boots, then finished the outfit with a
white elastic hair band.

"How about breakfast?" her mother asked. "Some eggs,
maybe? Cereal?"

"Ugh...Mom," Buffy groaned. "I'm way too nervous to
eat. I'll just have toast...with boysenberry jam. And maybe
a granola bar." She pulled open the fridge and examined
it's contents. "Where's the leftover pizza?"

"Bottom shelf," Joyce answered, cracking eggs into a bowl
and scrambling them into a pastel yellow froth. "Sweetie,
don't be nervous. You'll do just fine at Sunnydale High. You
already know some of the kids...and Mr. Giles will be there
in the library. And of course, William will be there."

Her mom's deliberately casual tone made Buffy smile. Joyce
wanted so much for her to confide her feelings for the "boy
next door" but Buffy wasn't ready for any heart-to-hearts on
the subject.

Their relationship was still so new, so tender, and so wildly
exciting that she wanted to hug it to herself and not expose
it to endless question and answer sessions.

Joyce scooped mounds of fluffy scrambled eggs onto
two plates. Without a word, she placed one in front of her
daughter, satisfied when Buffy picked up a fork and began
to eat.

When the toast popped up, she grabbed the jam from the
refrigerator and brought it to the table. Buffy reached for a piece
and slathered a thick layer of boysenberry preserves over it's
surface. "Good," she pronounced, her voice slightly garbled.

"You sure you don't need me to take you today?" Joyce
asked, sipping coffee. "I don't mind."

Buffy shook her head. "No. I'd rather go with William." She
looked up suddenly, hoping she hadn't hurt her mom's
feelings. "I..I don't mean that the way it sounds. I just..I
thought...you know...you shouldn't be late for work and...."

Joyce held up one hand to stifle the flow of words. "Honey,
don't worry. I'm not offended that you'd prefer to be driven
to school by a handsome young man in a Ferrari. Much cooler
than being dropped off by your mom in a dusty five year old
Cherokee."

"It's not that..." Buffy began to protest. Joyce, however,
shook her head and smiled.

"Buffy...believe it or not I was sixteen once myself. And I'm
not so terribly decrepit that I've forgotten what it's like. Besides,"
she added, gathering up their dirty dishes, "I have a mountain
of work waiting for me. It'll be good to get an early start."

Jumping to her feet, Buffy snuck up behind her mother as
she stood at the sink and threw her arms around her. She
gave her a tight squeeze and a loud, smacking kiss on the
back of Joyce's hair. "You're the best mom, ever," she said
sincerely. "Which I know I should tell you more often."

Joyce turned around and returned her daughter's enthusiastic
embrace, thinking how fortunate she was that Buffy was such
an affectionate girl. Most teens her age wouldn't be caught
dead kissing and hugging their mother goodbye, but her
daughter had always been willing to submit to as much cuddling
as she could get and would hold still for excessive 'mothering'.

Laying her head against her mother's shoulder, Buffy closed
her eyes for a moment, snuggling into arms that had always
meant safety and happiness, and unending love. "I love you,
Mommy."

"I love you, too," Joyce said, feeling that mixture of emotion
that Buffy caused inside of her heart; the love and the pride
at what a lovely young lady she was growing up into, combined
with the inevitable sadness of knowing that her baby was no
longer a baby at all. Soon, her little one would be making her way
through the world on her own, and Joyce just wasn't sure she
was ready to let go.

But when Buffy pulled away, she allowed her to slip through her
fingers, forcing down the instinctual urge to hold on tightly to the
only child she would ever have.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Don't know much about a science book
Don't know much about the French I took.."
~~~~~~~~~~


A soft knock startled Buffy and her mother apart. Joyce returned
to the sink full of dishes, while Buffy threw open the back door.

William looked up and their eyes met. Unspoken "I love yous"
passed between them as they shared a knowing smile.

"You all ready to go?" he asked, his glance moving up and
down her small figure in a way she could almost feel.

She took one step back as he took one forward.

"Good morning, William." Joyce picked up a small towel
and dried her hands.

He returned her greeting, still staring at Buffy. It wasn't
until Joyce turned around that he was able to change
the direction of his gaze.

"Bye, Mom," Buffy said quickly, snatching up her
book bag and the lunch Joyce had made for her. Before
she could get even one step away, her mother called
her back.

"Run upstairs and brush your teeth, honey."

Buffy sighed impatiently. "We're gonna be late," she
protested.

Joyce wasn't buying it. "Then don't stand here arguing
and just go do it."

As she clomped up the stairs, muttering under her
breath, Joyce regarded William with a steady gaze.

"She's not about to admit it, but she's very nervous
about all this."

William smiled and shrugged. "S'pose that's to be
expected. New town, new school...lot of changes all
at once."

Joyce only hesitated for a moment. "Keep an eye on her
for me, William? As much as you can, anyway."

"You know I will," he promised, projecting reassurance
into his voice for her benefit.

"She's not as brave as she pretends to be," she said
quietly, hearing Buffy coming back downstairs. "I'm
counting on you to take care of her."

He nodded. "Till the end of the world."

It was the easiest promise he'd ever made.


~~~~~~~~~~
"But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you love me, too
What a wonderful world this would be.."
~~~~~~~~~~

Swinging into a space in the student parking lot,
William shut off the engine and looked at Buffy.

"Ready to learn?" he asked, reaching for her hand and
placing a gentle kiss on the back of it.

She made a face. "I think so."

"You nervous, love?"

"No." There was a pause. "Kind of."

"Got your class schedule?"

"Yes."

"Your locker assignment?"

"Number 301. Seven...ahead to fourteen...back to thirty-
six."

"Rucksack?"

"Say what?"

He chuckled. "The thing you put your books in."

"Why didn't you say so? Got it."

"It'll be all right, you know."

William climbed out of the car, then went around
to open the door for her.

She stepped out, expecting him to back up a
little. He surprised her by staying in place and
bending his head to kiss her.

It was a sweetly soft kiss, and Buffy pressed closer,
wanting more.

He pinned her up against the car, obliging her
desire. His mouth caressed her cheeks, and then
returned again to her lips.

"Now I'm ready," she whispered.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Don't know much about geography
Don't know much trigonometry.."
~~~~~~~~~~

They walked up the front steps of Sunnydale High
School holding hands. Both of them drew a fair share
of attention and admiration, William from the girls
and Buffy from the boys.

"What's your first class?"

"World history. What fun." She rolled her eyes.

"Actually, it is...if you let it be." He gave her hand a
comforting squeeze.

"What's yours?" she asked.

"Advanced Topics In Algorithms."

Buffy stopped dead in her tracks. "Huh?"

"It's a procedure for solving a mathematical problem in
a finite number of steps," he explained.

To her, it sounded like something developed by NASA
engineers or some other bunch of geniuses. She only
hoped that it wasn't a required course.

Taking a grip on her hand, he delivered her to the door
of room 211. "Corragio," he murmured, lifting their
clasped hands and kissing her fingers before he released
her.

She smiled. "French?"

"Italian. Now, I'll meet you at the bottom of the stairs
and walk you to your next class, all right?"

"All right," she agreed.

"Don't go anywhere without me."

"Why would I?"

Dropping a light kiss on her lips, he nudged her through
the classroom door.

~~~~~~~~~~
"Don't know much about algebra
Don't know what a slide rule is for.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Thankfully, she spotted a couple of familiar faces
in the classroom.

Anya was sitting at a desk in the middle of the room,
three back from the front row. Next to her, Buffy saw
Willow Rosenberg, a girl she'd met briefly at her birthday
party, and liked immensely. Sweet natured and soft
spoken, Willow was the type of girl who always went
out of her way to help. She was extremely intelligent,
according to William, and made consistently high marks
in all her classes.

"Buffy! Come on and sit over here," Anya called out,
pointing to the empty desk in front of her.

Making her way through the group of milling students,
Buffy plopped down in the desk and heaved a grateful
sigh. "I was afraid I wouldn't know anybody in the class,"
she said, turning around to talk with the two girls.

Willow pushed back a lock of her long reddish brown
hair. "Don't worry," she said sincerely. "Every one here is
really nice...with a couple of exceptions," she tacked on,
glancing at the classroom door.

Buffy followed her gaze and saw Cordelia Chase walking
in and talking to another girl, one with long, smooth blond
hair. They were both expensively dressed, and carried book
bags with a gold Gucci buckle on the back flaps.

Walking slowly towards the back of the room, they found
two desks next to each other and arranged their belongings
on them.

Buffy watched for a moment, turning her face away when
Cordelia's eyes met hers and she leaned over to whisper
something in her friend's ear. The blond glanced at Buffy,
then giggled annoyingly.

"Don't pay attention to them, Buffy," Willow said, smiling
encouragingly. "They've got their own little clique that they
rule over like a couple of queens, but they're pretty harmless
if you ignore them."

"Buffy's already had a taste of Cordelia," Anya said, pro-
ceeding to tell Willow about their encounter in the ladies
room of the Bronze.

Willow listened with a sympathetic ear. "Cordy warns every
new girl about staying away from Angel. One of these days
she should warn Angel about staying away from new girls."

"Mm-hmm," Anya nodded, then gave Buffy a sky smile. "It's
not a problem for Buffy," she said. "She's totally gone for William
Darlington."

Buffy smiled, her cheeks blushing a light pink, but she was
saved from replying by the teacher coming into the room and
insisting the class come to order.


~~~~~~~~~~
"But I do know one and one is two
And if this one could be with you
What a wonderful world it would be.."
~~~~~~~~~~


The rest of the morning passed fairly quickly. William
met her at pre-appointed places and showed her where
her classes were, leaving her each time with a kiss and
a whispered, "Love you."

Buffy was pleased to find out that she shared all of her
classes with either Anya, Willow, or the both of them.

Xander and Oz, Willow's boyfriend, were seniors and
not in any of their classes, but they spent the morning
break together, sitting on the front lawn and enjoying the
sun.

When the noon bell sounded, releasing the students for
their lunch hour, she found William waiting for her outside
her science class. He greeted her with a kiss, then took
her hand and led her through the crowd of kids.

"Where are we going?" she asked, having to trot to keep
up with him.

Instead of answering, he ducked down a short hallway
and pulled her into a supply closet. There was a bare
light bulb with a string hanging down to switch it on and
off. The bulb was obviously on it's way out, because
the light it gave off was dim and weak.

"I'm going to die if I can't kiss you properly," William
said softly in her ear, sliding his arms around her
waist. "I've missed you all morning."

Buffy dropped her bag and wound her arms around his
neck, raising her face for his kiss. His mouth devoured
hers with a single minded passion, and his hands moved
restlessly up and down her back.

She pressed closer, needing more contact. When her
hips brushed against his, he gasped into her mouth and
slipped his hands down to cover the curve of her bottom.
Applying pressure, he ground his loins against hers.

Buffy returned the pressure wholeheartedly, trying to
relieve the ache that was growing inside of her. She could
feel the wetness beginning to trickle into her underpants,
and she rubbed harder against the iron hard erection William
had developed in three seconds flat.

"Buffy," he moaned, covering her face with soft, brief
kisses. "I love you...so much...harder...please..."

Taking a tighter hold on her rear, he began thrusting
his hips forward a little. He moved his right hand and
pulled her arm from around him to take her hand, then
began guiding it down between them....

Unfortunately, there was no lock on the door, and
they jumped apart when it suddenly swung open.

The janitor shooed them out, warning them not to let
him catch them in there again.

Buffy's face was bright red with embarrassment,
and William tightened his arm around her as he walked
her back to the front lawn of the school. "I'm sorry," he
murmured, pressing his lips against her hair.

She shook her head. "Don't be. I wanted to be there,
too."

He spotted their friends sitting at a table and headed in
that direction, trying to will away the hardness still aching
between his legs.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Now, I don't claim to be an 'A' student
But I'm trying to be
Cause maybe by being an 'A' student, baby
I can win your love for me..."
~~~~~~~~~~


After the lunch break, Buffy's next class was P.E., and
she was glad to go there, hoping that lots of physical
exertion would curb the raging desire William had set
off.

It only worked to a small degree. She was waiting her
turn to run when she spotted him coming out
of the boys gymnasium wearing track shorts and a maroon
tank top. He was walking with Xander, talking about something
that must have been funny, because he laughed.

Buffy couldn't take her eyes off him. The shorts revealed
his well built legs, and the tank top showed off the definition
of hard muscle gracing his biceps. He knelt to retie his
running shoe, looking up to say something to Xander as he
shook his shaggy hair back from his face.

When he stood up and glanced towards the field, he
smiled and waved to her.

Grinning idiotically, she waved back, then had to endure a round
of good natured teasing from Willow and Anya before the teacher
blew her whistle and directed her onto the track.

Buffy smoothed her T-shirt down and lined up next to
a tall girl with long brown hair. "I'm Amy," she said, smiling
as they knelt into a starting position.

"I'm Buffy. Hi," was all she had time to say before the
whistle went off again, signaling them to begin their race.

Buffy was feeling so good about how well her day was
going that she nearly flew around the track, leaving Amy in
her dust.

Back at the starting point, the teacher praised her time
and directed her to the next event.

Amy came up behind her, still breathing hard. "That
was great!" she said, tying her hair back into a pony-
tail. "You should think about trying out for the cheer-
leading team. You've got a lot of energy."

It sounded like fun. "Maybe I will," Buffy replied.

"Well, if you decide to, let me know. I'm the co-
captain and I can show you some of our moves for the
try outs."

Buffy nodded, turning her gaze back out onto the field,
searching for William, wanting another look at him in
his shorts and tank top before she took her next turn.

The sight inspired her to do her absolute best.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Don't know much about the middle ages
Look at the books and I turn the pages
Don't know nothing 'bout no rise and fall
Don't know nothing 'bout nothing at all..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Fifth period was a study hall for her. William scooped
her up and she came out of her math class and walked
her over to the library.

It was nearly deserted, since most of the students used
their study period for anything but studying.

Much to her surprise, William sat down next to her and
opened his science book.

"You have a study period, too?" she asked brightly.

"Mm-hmm," he said. Locating the page he wanted, he began
to read.

Buffy pulled out the notebook with her English assignment,
then went off in search of the book she needed.

The student library was beautiful, filled with shelf after shelf
of well used books. There were a few computers located at one
far end, and the tables and desks gleamed under the mellow
light filtering in from the high arched windows on the top floor.

Buffy climbed the two sets of stairs, her feet silent on the
carpeting. She wandered up one aisle and down the other,
letting her fingers drift along the spines of the books. Reaching
the end of one shelf, she turned the corner and ran smack into
William. "Oh!"

He grinned. "Sorry I startled you, love," he said, not
looking sorry in the least. "But have you noticed that we
have the place all to ourselves?"


~~~~~~~~~~
"But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you love me, too
What a wonderful world this would be..."
~~~~~~~~~~


TBC....
Feedbackis appreciated.

Sweet Sixteen
Part 20



~~~~~~~~~~
"I give her all my love
That's all I do
And if you saw my love
You'd love her, too
I love her...."
~~~~~~~~~~


"What are you doing?"

"Kissing you."

The activity that followed could hardly be described as a mere
kiss, but by the time Buffy figured that out, she no longer cared.

Gently pushing against her, William nudged her flat into the
far wall, hiding them from anyone who may walk in and glance up at
the third floor.

His hands moved down to her hips and held her firmly against
him, while his mouth roamed along the line of her jaw, then up over
the curve of her cheek. When he kissed a trail over to her ear and
breathed warmly on her skin, she nearly collapsed in his arms.

"Buffy," he whispered. "I'm going to go insane if I can't touch you
right now...under your clothes." His hands slipped up and began
probing under the hem of her sweater. Sliding around her back, he
fumbled with the clasp of her bra. "Can I undo it?" he pleaded.

Hardly able to make sense of his words, she nodded and leaned
forward a little. The clasp separated and her breasts settled into
two warm hands that instantly surrounded and supported them.

Her own hands moved up and cupped the sides of his face, guiding
his mouth back to hers. When she felt the tentative caress of his
tongue, she parted her lips, allowing it to slide deeply into her mouth.

A beam of afternoon sunlight streamed through a high window,
warming the soft mass of brownish-blond curls she threaded her
fingers through.

The pressure of his mouth on hers increased when he felt her
hands in his hair, pressing him down closer. Leaning against her,
he fondled and caressed her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over the
hardened nipples.

Her skin felt electrified, every slight touch of his hands made her
shiver. She rose up on her toes, wanting to be even closer, and
closed her lips around his tongue.

William groaned in his throat when he felt her gently sucking
at his tongue. The erotic imagery so implicit in the gesture made
him painfully erect, and he stepped closer, rubbing himself against
her.

The sound of pleasure he made gave Buffy an immediate thrill
of feminine power. Still gripping his hair, she changed the nature
of their kiss, becoming bolder and pushing his tongue back into
his mouth. Following it with her own, she tested the edges
of his teeth, and caressed the soft inside of his cheeks.

When they finally broke apart, they were both gasping for air.


~~~~~~~~~~
"She gives me everything
And tenderly
The kiss my lover brings
She brings to me
And I love her..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Freeing his hands from inside her sweater, William moved them
down Buffy's sides, then around to curve over her bottom. He used
his grip there to pull her more snugly against him, blindly searching
out some kind of relief for his aching shaft.

They stared into each other's eyes, saying volumes without ever
uttering a sound.

He leaned back a little, his eyes moving down between them as
his hands began sliding her skirt up.

Buffy's fingers gripped the swell of his biceps. This was going farther
than she'd planned, but there was no help for it. She no longer just
wanted his touch...now, she needed it. He had made it that way.

Hoping desperately that no one would come wandering into the
library, she parted her legs slightly, allowing his hand to slip
between them and move her panties to one side. When she felt
his fingers touching her, she had to force her eyes to stay focused
on his.

"Like this?" he whispered almost soundlessly, cupping and
caressing her.

Her hands moved to his shirt front, her fingers gripping the soft
cotton and tugging on it until his face was buried in the curve of her
neck. His breath was hot on her skin and she gasped when she felt him
exploring the moist folds of her labia.

His index finger, wet from her arousal, slowly swirled around the
sensitive bud of her clitoris. Touching and teasing, he played with
her, occasionally moving to dip ever so slightly inside.

Her mouth was once again filled with his tongue as his free hand
slipped around behind her to grasp her bottom. With gentle little
pushes of that hand, he built the pleasure the other was delivering
so intensely to it's breaking point.

Winding one arm around his neck to keep herself anchored to the
earth in some way, Buffy whimpered and moaned, grinding herself
against his invading fingers.

Without warning, he suddenly pulled his mouth from hers and
whispered harshly in her ear. "Do it, Buffy. I want you to. I want to
feel it."

The passionate tone of his voice was the final thing she needed to
push her over the edge. Biting down on her lower lip until she was
nearly drawing blood, she climaxed, wetting his hand even more
thoroughly.


~~~~~~~~~~
"A love like ours
Will never die
As long as I
Have you near me.."
~~~~~~~~~~


She almost took him right along with her. He did everything he
could think of to keep from ejaculating in his pants, from holding
his breath and clenching his abdominal muscles, to mentally
reciting the Periodic Table of Elements in a mantra of self control.

That control was almost shot to hell when he felt her small hand
cup over the place where his jeans were uncomfortably tight.

His own hand came back out of her underwear, fingers wrapping
around her delicate wrist. "I can't," he whispered, his voice hoarse
and his breathing rapid. "Not here."

Buffy smiled, misinterpreting his meaning completely. "That's not
what it feels like to me," she said, wondering where on earth she
had found the nerve to say such a thing.

Trying to move her hand up and down, she was thwarted again
by his grip on her wrist. Somewhat perplexed, she looked up at
him. His need was plainly written on his face. Why was he trying
to stop her from satisfying it? "What's wrong?"

He sucked in a ragged breath as his head dropped onto her
shoulder. "There's nothing here to...to clean things up with,"
he explained.

"What?"

"It'll either end up on the floor," he said, swallowing hard, "or in
my pants."

His meaning was suddenly clear, and her cheeks reddened
slightly. She released him from her hold, and he raised his
head to look at her.

The agony on his face was profound, and she couldn't stand
it. "No, it won't."

Pushing aside the fear of getting caught doing something they
couldn't bluff their way out of, she reached for him again, unzipping
his fly and dropping to her knees.

She slipped one hand into his pants and brought out his straining
erection. It felt like a steel bar in her hand as she stroked it,
making drops of semen leak from the slit.

"Buffy?" he choked, hands automatically burying themselves in
her hair.

"Shhh," she whispered, lowering her head. She licked delicately
at the broad, moist head of his penis. When she heard a soft
curse issue from his lips, she slid her tongue up and down his
erection, flicking it over the most sensitive spots.

"Please," he begged softly. "In...inside your mouth."

Glancing up to observe his reaction, she held his shaft at it's
base and sucked him in deeply. She saw him watching
her, and the look on his face made her blush.

The dragging suction as he slid out, followed by the the delicious
glide back in, was making him tremble. His hips moved back
and forth a little, establishing a rhythm as he pumped in and out
of her mouth.

He shuddered and gasped in her embrace, his eyes riveted
to the sight of her lips around his penis. "Harder," he groaned,

Inspired by the sight of his obvious pleasure, Buffy began to
move a bit faster. Her mouth slipped up and down his length,
first sliding down as far as she could take it without gagging,
then suckling only on the head. She tasted more of the fluid he
was producing, allowing it to slide down her throat.

William was close to delirious as his body prepared itself
for the orgasm that was imminent. His hips jerked in her grasp,
his testicles swelling and lifting.

Closing his eyes tightly shut, he concentrated on the way it
felt and sounded, all luscious friction and wet sucking.

His fingers inadvertently tightened in her hair the moment his
pleasure reached it's peak. Air hissed as he sucked it in
through clenched teeth.

"Oh...oh, god...in your mouth...warm...wet...oh...yes...there,
it's...right there..."

The warm wetness exploded from him in hard spurts, not one
of which found it's way either to the floor or the inside of his
pants.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Sanity returned quickly, bringing them both back down to earth
with a loud thud as they acknowledged the very real risk of discovery
they had blindly flouted.

William pulled Buffy to her feet, and they rearranged their
clothing. After exchanging one last kiss, they returned to their
respective studies without a word, behaving as though nothing
out of the ordinary had just happened between them.


~~~~~~~~~~
"I know this love of mine
Will never die..."
~~~~~~~~~~


After the dismissal bell rang for the day, Xander stood next
to William, watching as he sorted through the items in his
locker, collecting the books he needed to take home. Every
so often, he would scan through the crowd of students,
looking for Buffy. "She should have been here ten minutes
ago," he said, frowning. "Do you think she's lost?"

Xander sighed. "I doubt it. Just about anyone can point her in the
right direction." With his arms folded across his chest, he
shook his head at his friends distracted expression. "Man, you
are hooked right through the bag."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, my friend, that you're not appreciating the bounty
that is Sunnydale's student bodies, the ones of the feminine
persuasion. It's all around you and it's eager to make your
acquaintance."

William said nothing, which only encouraged Xander to keep
talking. "Over there, for instance," he said, gesturing towards a
pretty redhead a few lockers down who kept smiling flirtatiously in
William's direction. "That's Cindi. Extremely high on the hottie
scale, wouldn't you agree?"

Briefly following his friend's gaze, William nodded. "Very pretty. And.
if I hadn't already met Buffy, I'd definitely be asking if I could carry
her books for her."

"Like I said...hooked through the bag. You may as well just marry
her and get it over with."

William spotted Buffy and smiled. "I will. You can count on it."

"Is it just me," she asked, sailing up to him, "or is everyone in
this school really tall?"

"It's you," he replied, dropping a light kiss on her lips. "You're such
a little thing."

She smiled sunnily up at him. "That reminds me...can we get some-
thing to eat?"

"Anything you want, love."

"Right through the bag," Xander muttered.

"Stuff it, Harris."


~~~~~~~~~~
"And I love her...."
~~~~~~~~~~

TBC...
Feedback is appreciated

Title: Sweet Sixteen
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Love some, thanks!
Rating: Up to NC-17
Summary: AU. William and Buffy are
teenage neighbors meeting for the
first time.


AN: Okay, about the song lyrics. I've had
a couple of people ask me why I'm using
lyrics that are...well...old. And corny. I don't
want you all to think I'm 1,000 years old or
that I don't like any newer music, cuz I'm not
and I do. The reason I choose these lyrics
for this story is because they're from a more
innocent time, when love songs were not quite
as...descriptive as they tend to be now. (some
of them) and that's how I feel about this incar-
nation of William and Buffy. Even though they're
'trembling on the verge', they're still very innocent
and sweet to me, and I wanted to choose songs
that played on that. And I figured anybody who
doesn't like them will just skip right over them
anyway)



Part twenty-one...


~~~~~~~~~~
"There's a kind of hush,
all over the world tonight.
All over the world,
You can hear the sounds
Of lovers in love
You know what I mean...."
~~~~~~~~~~



Sitting on the floor in Buffy's living room, with a huge
amount of papers and books spread out around them,
William slipped one arm around her and kissed her,
subtly leaning her back in his arms.

The ceiling creaked suddenly, and they both jerked
upright when they heard Joyce's footsteps crossing
her bedroom floor, directly over their heads.

Pausing, they held their breath until the footsteps
stopped and the whirring of Joyce's sewing machine
cranked up again.

William sighed, pretending to find something interesting
in the homework assignment. Buffy had picked up her
pen and was scribbling earnestly in her notebook. He was
preparing to do the same when she caught his eye and
tilted the book towards him, showing him what she
had written.

'I Love You'

Feeling the familiar warmth start to creep over him, he
grinned at her and wrote her a return message in his own
notebook.

'I love you, too'

She smiled back at him, leaning slowly forward...

And the sewing machine suddenly stopped.

An instant before their lips touched, they hesitated, both
straining their ears to ascertain whether or not Buffy's
mother was on her way downstairs.

The machine started up again, and they both released
the breath they'd been holding.

'This is nerve wracking,' William wrote.

'Yeah' Buffy answered. At least we have an early warning
system'

'But all I want to do is kiss you.'

'That's what you said in the library, and look how
that turned out.'


He didn't even want to think about it, much less call
it into active memory. Not right now, when he was so
close to her that he could feel the heat coming off her
skin. No, remembering that incident in any detail was
only going to wreak havoc with his nervous system.

He flipped to a fresh piece of paper and wrote,

'I liked the way that turned out.'

'Me, too.'

Looking into her eyes, he was briefly trapped by their
flirtatious sparkle.

'Really?' he asked.

'Yeah, really!!!'

William smiled at her triple exclamation point, his grin
widening when she underlined the word 'really'.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Just the two of us
And nobody else in sight
There's nobody else
And I'm feeling good
Just holding you tight..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy frowned, pushing down on her pencil so hard
that the lead snapped.

William nudged her and pointed to his notebook.

'What's wrong?' he wanted to know.

She located the sharpener she kept in her pencil
bag. 'I'm stupid' she replied.

'You're NOT stupid.' This time, HE underlined the
last word.

'Then why don't I understand this problem?'

'Want me to look at it?'

She smiled sweetly. 'My hero'

It took him less than two minutes to explain something
that her teacher had been trying to get across for two
days.

About to throw herself on him and kiss him senseless,
she squashed that notion when the sewing machine
stopped and she heard her mother coming downstairs.

"How goes the studying?" Joyce asked, pausing on
her way to the kitchen.

"Pretty good," Buffy answered, a bit too loudly. Fortunately,
her mother seemed to have other things on her mind and
went on into the kitchen with no more than a vague smile
aimed in their direction.

They waited, both studying the actual homework in
front of them, for Joyce to head back upstairs. Three
agonizingly long minutes crawled by before she reappeared
with a can of soda.

"I hemmed your new jeans, Buffy," she said as she
ascended the staircase. "You might want to try them on
and see if I took enough off."

"I will, Mom. Thank you." About to say more, she
looked over at William's notebook.

'New jeans?' he had written.

'Yeah...ridiculously long, even in petite'

He smiled as he wrote, "'Like I said...you're such
a tiny little thing..'

'Are you calling me short?'

"Yes. Short and gorgeous.'

Well, she could hardly complain about that!


~~~~~~~~~~
"So listen very carefully
Get closer now and you will see
What I mean
It isn't a dream.."
~~~~~~~~~~


'I want to kiss you so badly I can't stand it.'

An elbow in her ribs dragged Buffy's attention out of
the mysteries of algebra. Reading his words made her
blush and smile.

'Then why don't you?' she replied.

William just shook his head. He wanted to tell her that
just kissing her wasn't going to satisfy him. If he could
be completely certain that her mother wouldn't come down
again, he would have written that he wanted to take her
out to the pool and lay her in the hot sun, that he wanted
to lie beside her and cover every inch of her body with
kisses, that he wanted to undress her and push her legs
apart and taste that sweet flavor that belonged only to her.

But Joyce had abandoned her sewing project, and he had
no way of knowing when she might suddenly appear. The
last thing he needed was for her to come into the room and
see the physical reaction that would go hand-in-hand with
his written declaration.

Instead, he wrote, 'There's a dance after the football game
on Friday'

Buffy briefly wondered why there'd been a change of
subject, but she didn't remark on it.

'I know' was her only answer

'Will you go with me?'

Actually, she had simply assumed that they would
attend together, but she loved the fact that he was asking.

'Yes' she answered.

'And after the dance.....'

Now things were getting more interesting.

'What?'

'Xander mentioned something about a bonfire at
the beach'

She smiled. 'Sounds like fun'

William waited a couple of minutes, then quickly
scrawled, 'Remember our first night at the beach?'

Once again, Buffy felt her skin heat up. Like she could
forget.

'I remember'

He chuckled and flipped to a new sheet of paper.

'Will you let me kiss you?'

'Yes'

'And touch you?'

'Yes'

Taking a deep breath, he added, 'The way you did
the other night?'

Buffy looked at him, sighing softly, drawing the moment
out before she answered him, 'Yes'

William leaned over and nuzzled the side of her
face. "I love you," he whispered.

She tilted her head back, looking up into the bluest
eyes she'd ever seen. "I love...."

Joyce's feet made a racket on the stairs. "Don't mind
me," she called out. "You just keep pretending to
study and I'll keep pretending to believe that's what
you're doing."

Exchanging a mildly panicked look, they dove back into
their schoolbooks and got to work.


~~~~~~~~~~
"The only sound that you will hear
Is when I whisper in your ear
I love you
Forever and ever...."
~~~~~~~~~~


Practically the entire school turned out for the football
game. Buffy and William made plans to meet up with
Xander and Anya, and once they were there, they ran
across Willow and Oz.

They found a long section of the bleachers free and
spread out over them, paying an equal amount of attention
to the game on the field as they did to the goings on
around them

"You know, I almost made the football team," Xander
announced, then gave them a look of mock offense when
they all snickered. "What? You don't believe me?"

"Sure we do," William said. "What position?"

"You see that kid down there passing out water to the
players? If I hadn't tripped and dropped an entire cooler
of Gatorade on the locker room floor...that would be me."

The boys got into a spirited discussion about the
differences between American and European football,
which the girls totally tuned out.

Buffy slipped her hand into Williams and squeezed
it, leaning closer. "I'm hungry," she whispered. "Can we
get something to eat?"

"Sure we can. How...."

Everyone in the bleachers suddenly surged to their
feet as one, screaming a cheer of encouragement.

William's attention was drawn back to the field.

Seeing how interested he was in the game, and since
she understood less than nothing about it, she
volunteered to fetch the snacks.

"Are you sure?" he asked, halfway standing up.

She pushed him back down. "I'm sure. Go ahead and
watch the game. I can find my way back."

He kissed her and pulled out his wallet, handing her
a twenty dollar bill. "Is this enough?"

"Are you crazy?" she asked him. "Half of that is twice
too much!"

He just laughed. "Well, go ahead and stock up, love,"
he said in her ear. "I wouldn't want you to get too
hungry....later on."

Another scream erupted from the crowd, giving Buffy
a chance to escape with her red face before anyone
asked her if she was all right.

Later on. Now that he had said it, it was all she could
think about.


~~~~~~~~~~
"There's a kind of hush
All over the world tonight
All over the world
People just like us
Are falling in love..."
~~~~~~~~~~


TBC.....

Title: Sweet Sixteen
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Love some, thanks!
Rating: Up to NC-17
Summary: AU. William and Buffy are
teenage neighbors meeting for the
first time.


AN: Okay, about the song lyrics. I've had
a couple of people ask me why I'm using
lyrics that are...well...old. And corny. I don't
want you all to think I'm 1,000 years old or
that I don't like any newer music, cuz I'm not
and I do. The reason I choose these lyrics
for this story is because they're from a more
innocent time, when love songs were not quite
as...descriptive as they tend to be now. (some
of them) and that's how I feel about this incar-
nation of William and Buffy. Even though they're
'trembling on the verge', they're still very innocent
and sweet to me, and I wanted to choose songs
that played on that.

(And I figured anybody who doesn't like them
will just skip right over them anyway)




Part twenty-two...



~~~~~~~~~~
"Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night
It's only right
To think about the girl you love
And hold her tight
So happy together..."
~~~~~~~~~~



She was about to join the line at the concession stand,
trying to decide between plain popcorn or caramel, when
she felt a gentle tug on her ponytail. Thinking William had
joined her, she turned around and smiled.

"Hey, there Buffy," Angel said, grinning wolfishly down at
her. "How've you been?"

Unconsciously, she took a step back. "Fine, thanks."

"Good. That's good. School going all right for you?"

"Um...yeah. I think so. I mean...it's just started but...so
far it's...good."

She honestly didn't know why she was rambling on the
way she was. All she could chalk it up to was the plain
fact that Angel made her nervous for some reason. He was
so big and so "in your face" that she felt even smaller than
she actually was.

"Great," he murmured. "Hey, I was wondering...if you aren't
busy on Sunday, I'd love to show you around town a little
bit. We could grab some dinner, maybe see a movie?"

Oh, no, no, no. This wasn't happening. It was the absolute
last thing she wanted any part of.

"Sunday? Um, I don't....I think I may have to do something
with my mother on Sunday. We...well, sometimes we go out
and...do things....together."

He frowned slightly. Buffy could see that he wasn't used to
being turned down when he made this particular offer.

"Okay," he said slowly. "How about one day next week then?"

God, it was getting worse.



~~~~~~~~~~
"If I should call you up
Invest a dime
Would you say you belong to me
And ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be so very fine
So happy together..."
~~~~~~~~~~



"She's taking too long," William said, glancing at his
watch. "I'll bet she's lost."

Xander rolled his eyes. "You ALWAYS think that. Does this
girl have some kind of problem with her internal compass?"

"No," William laughed. "Not that I know of."

"Then, relax. I'm sure she'll find her way back."

But no matter how hard he tried to focus his attention on
the field, he couldn't seem to shake off his worry. The
longer he sat there, the jumpier he felt.

Two more minutes crawled by, and he just couldn't sit
still another moment. "I'll be back."

Xander didn't even glance at him. "The concession stands
are in the other direction."

"I'm going to the restroom. I am," he insisted, when his
friend just shrugged.

He made his way through the crowd of kids clogging up the
steps. On the bottom bleacher, he saw Cordelia Chase sitting
alone. The space next to her was obviously being saved, and
she had a serious frown on her face as she looked at her watch.

Something inside of him tightened up like an over wound spring.

"Cordelia," he said amiably. "How are you?"

The irritable look on her face vanished, replaced by a flirtatious
smile. "Hi, William. Nice to see you."

"You, too." He glanced at the empty space beside her. "You
all alone here?"

Now, she looked a little offended, as though he was suggesting
that she would EVER be out on a Friday without a date. "Hardly,"
she answered, waving her hand. "Angel just went to get me
something to drink." The reminder brought the frown back to
her face. "I don't know what's taking him so long, though."

Without even realizing it, William clenched his fists.

Angel. The concession stand. Buffy.

"You know, if I see him, I'll tell him you're waiting for him."

He didn't hang around to hear her reply.



~~~~~~~~~~
"I can't see me loving nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Confrontation was not Buffy's strong suit, but she
was beginning to think that it was going to come down
to one before Angel would stop whatever it was he was
doing.

"Look, Angel...I appreciate your offer. It's very nice of you,
but I'm kind of...seeing somebody."

If anything, his grin became wider. Almost....shark-like.

"That's all right," he said casually. "So am I. Kind of seeing
somebody. That doesn't mean we can't see....each other."

Oh, yuck. Just when she thought he couldn't get any
creepier.

"Actually, it does," she informed him, pulling back when he
moved one hand to play with her hair. "Don't."

His hand dropped, but his grin stayed in place. "Don't
what?"

"Don't touch me." Her words were clear and precise.

Angel's eyes narrowed slightly. "You're a little stuck-up,
aren't you?" he asked softly. "What...is little Miss Buffy too
good for me? Too good to be touched by me?"

He'd actually managed to back her up against the fence. She
could feel the cold wood grain through her shirt.

"I didn't say that. I just asked you not to touch me."

Her voice carried, and a couple of kids turned to see
what was going on.

This didn't make Angel one bit happy. "Right," he said, a
bit too loudly. "Like I have ANY interest in touching you."

He made a face suggesting that the whole ridiculous
situation was all HER idea.

"Sorry to disappoint you, honey. But you don't exactly,"
he snickered, "measure up."

Buffy couldn't believe what she was hearing. "God,"
she snapped. "You are SUCH a jerk!"

It sounded lame to her own ears, but it was the best she
could come up with.

"Oh, don't feel bad," he said. "I'm sure you'll grow into your
bra someday. Double up on your vitamins, and give me a
call in a year or two."

She could hear the kids around her laughing, and her
cheeks burned with scarlet heat as Angel chucked her
under her chin and winked at her.

The next thing she knew, he was flat on his back on the
ground.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Me and you,
And you and me
No matter how they toss the dice
It had to be
The only one for me is you
And you for me
So happy together..."
~~~~~~~~~~




TBC.....

Title: Sweet Sixteen
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Love some, thanks!
Rating: Up to NC-17
Summary: AU. William and Buffy are
teenage neighbors meeting for the
first time.


AN: Okay, about the song lyrics. I've had
a couple of people ask me why I'm using
lyrics that are...well...old. And corny. I don't
want you all to think I'm 1,000 years old or
that I don't like any newer music, cuz I'm not
and I do. The reason I choose these lyrics
for this story is because they're from a more
innocent time, when love songs were not quite
as...descriptive as they tend to be now. (some
of them) and that's how I feel about this incar-
nation of William and Buffy. Even though they're
'trembling on the verge', they're still very innocent
and sweet to me, and I wanted to choose songs
that played on that.

(And I figured anybody who doesn't like them
will just skip right over them anyway)




Part twenty-three...


(For Deb....cuz I shortchanged her last time,
after she asked so politely. Sorry, Deb. Hope
this makes things a little bit sweeter)



~~~~~~~~~~
"How gentle is the rain
That falls softly on the meadow
Birds high up in the trees
Serenade the clouds with their melodies..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Before she could even blink, William lunged
forward and grabbed the front of Angel's shirt, hauling
him halfway to his feet.

"APOLOGIZE!" he yelled, getting right in Angel's face,
then spinning him around to face Buffy. "APOLOGIZE!"

To Buffy, Angel didn't look capable of apologizing to
anyone, for any reason. There was blood pouring out
of his nose and smeared across his chin.

She cared less than nothing for Angel's obvious pain.
The only thing she was concerned about were any
possible repercussions that might be visited upon
William.

"It's all right," she said, reaching for his arm. "Just
let him go."

At that point, Angel's feet skidded out from under him.
William let him slither bonelessly to the ground again,
keeping a firm grip on his shirt. Leaning down, he
looked directly into Angel's eyes.

"If you ever...EVER...speak to her that way again....I
WILL kill you," he bit out, letting go of Angel's shirt
and allowing him to fall back on the ground.

Angel rolled over and rose unsteadily to his feet. "I dink
you brode my fugging dose," he groaned, clutching his
face.

Buffy moved behind William, holding on to his arm. He
looked ready to lay into Angel again and the whole ugly
spectacle was beginning to attract attention. The last
thing she wanted was for someone to call one of the
teachers or parents over to see what was going on.

"You stay away from her," William said, his jaw
clenched. "If I see you anywhere near her again...I'll
break more than your nose."

She began tugging him backwards, trying to make
him leave.

Angel wiped his bloody chin on his sleeve and glared
after them. "Fugg you! You....touch me....and my fadder
will sue the lidding hell ouda you."

"Ooh," William replied, sarcasm dripping from his
voice. "You gonna sic the LAWYERS on me? Now I
AM terrified!"

Several of the onlookers giggled. Angel glanced around,
the tips of his ears turning bright red.

"William," Buffy said softly, pulling harder. "Let's go."

He turned and looked down at her, still breathing hard.

"Please," she added. "I want to go."

These words finally seemed to break through his anger. He
took a deep breath and grabbed her hand, then started
tugging her through the crowd and out towards the student
parking lot.

She practically had to skip to keep up with him, but he
didn't slow down until he reached his car. Then he stopped
and turned around, pulling her into his arms and burying his
face against the side of her neck.

"I'm sorry, Buffy."


~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh, see there beyond the hill
The bright colors of the rainbow
Some magic from above
Made this day for us just to fall in love.."
~~~~~~~~~~



She didn't know what surprised her more, his apology
to her or the shockingly tight embrace he wrapped her in.

His arms were trembling, and his breath was hot against her
skin.

"Sorry for what?" she asked, raising one hand and stroking
the back of his hair. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Maybe he thought she was angry with him for starting a
physical altercation.

He shook his head, nuzzling closer. "I shouldn't have done
it."

"Well...I know. But he kind of deserved it."

"What?" He pulled back a little to look at her. "No. He
COMPLETELY deserved it."

Now she was more confused. "Then what are you talking
about? You didn't do anything."

He swallowed hard. "I shouldn't have let you go on your
own that way. If I'd been there, he'd never have said those
things to you."

Buffy pulled a little further back, unsure what to say. She
didn't want him to think that she was some helpless little
girl, depending on him to do everything for her, even
something as simple as walking to a concession stand
for popcorn.

And yet, on the other hand, there had been something
very...arousing...about watching him deal with Angel the
way he had.

She felt awful for even thinking that way. She knew
violence wasn't the right way to handle a situation. Her
mother had spent years preaching the gospel of 'sticks
and stones'.

But the feelings were there, all the same.

"Buffy? Are you angry with me?"

So what was she supposed to do with them? Ignore
them?

"No," she said quickly, shaking her head for emphasis.
"No, I'm not."

He'd been....protecting her. And the more she thought of it
that way, the more sense it made.

Wouldn't she do the same thing, if she was able to?
Wouldn't her own instinct be to defend him at any cost?
In any way she could?

Of course it would. That was simply the way it was
when you were in love.

"Why won't you say some....." It was all he could get out
before she flung herself at him.

Throwing her arms around his neck, she jumped up and
kissed him harder than she'd ever done before.

His surprise only held him back for a moment. Then
his arms wrapped tightly around her again, lifting her
right off her feet as he returned her kiss with all the
fervor she was demonstrating.

When they finally pulled apart to take in air, he
grinned at her. "What was THAT for?"

She shrugged. "Because I love you. Now, can we
get out of here?"

"Don't you want to go to the dance?"

"Not really."

"What about the bonfire at the beach?"

"I'll pass."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Somewhere we can be alone."

She had absolutely no further need to convince
him.



~~~~~~~~~~
"Now, I belong to you
From this day until forever
Just love me tenderly
And I'll give to you every part of me.."
~~~~~~~~~~




"William?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think Angel will really have his father sue you?"

He turned the car onto Revello Drive. Both her mother and
his uncle were out for the evening, so they'd decided to go
to the pool house.

"Don't worry about that, love," he said, smiling at her. "He'll
probably be too embarrassed to tell his father about it."

"But what if he does?"

"Then I'll deal with it." He pulled into the driveway and cut
off the engine. Turning to face her, he reached behind her
and gently tugged the elastic from around her pony tail,
releasing the soft cloud of her hair to tumble around her
face. "I...my family...has lawyers, too. Some of the best in
the UK. If he tries to cause any trouble, believe me, they'll
put a stop to it."

He cupped her chin in his palm and leaned forward to
give her a light kiss on the lips.

"Want to go inside?"

"Yes."

Standing and waiting for him to unlock the door, another
possibility occurred to her.

"What if he calls the police or something?" she asked,
stepping past him into the front room.

"What if he does?" William shrugged, closing the door.

"You might be arrested."

He chuckled, sliding his arms around her waist and
pulling her close. "You know, for such a little girl, you
worry far too much."

She ducked back when he tried to kiss her. "And you
don't worry at all?"

"Not about that."

"But what if...."

"Shhh," he shushed her. "I don't want to talk about Angel
anymore. I want to talk about you...and about me....and
about us. Just us. No one else." He placed one finger over
her lips when he saw that she was about to speak again.
"There's no one else in the world right now. There's only
us."

Sighing deeply, she gave in. With this kind of close
proximity to William, Angel and all his possible trouble-
making was firmly relegated to her mental rubbish bin.

"Did you hurt your hand?" she asked, reaching for it
and lifting it for inspection.

"A bit," he admitted. "That sort of thing isn't quite as
easy as they make it seem in films."

Buffy shook her head, tsking over it. "Poor baby."

"Kiss and make better?"

Obediently, she brushed her lips over his bruised
knuckles. "Can I tell you a secret?" she asked,
hiding her face playfully.

"Please do."

She opened her mouth to speak, then blushed. "You'll
think I'm being silly."

"Never happen," he assured her. Besides, I love it when
you're silly."

"Well....."

"Well, what? Tell me."

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"I'll try not to."

"What kind of a promise is THAT?" she demanded.

"The sensible kind. I don't know what you're about to
say."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Fine. It's just that....after the whole
thing was over...when we went back to the car...I was kind
of....it made me feel....excited."

A smile bloomed on his handsome face. "Yeah?"

She nodded, her blush deepening. "Uh-huh. I don't know
why."

"I don't CARE why." Bending slightly, he picked her up
and carried her over to the couch, sitting down with her
in his lap. "Go with the feeling."



~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh, don't ever make me cry
Through long lonely nights without us
Be always true to me
Keep this day in your
heart eternally..."
~~~~~~~~~~


The darkness in the room pulsed with sexual heat,
broken only by the flickering light of the television.

They had started kissing on the couch, then slipped to
the floor together. William hadn't wanted to turn any
bright lights on, but he definitely wanted to see every part
of her, so he had grabbed the remote and switched on
the TV, muting the sound. Then, grabbing the pillows and
down comforter from his bed, he made a comfortable place
for them.

He supported himself on one arm, leaving his left hand
free. Deepening their kiss, he slid that hand up her arm,
then over to caress her breast.

As it always did, his first light touch made her long for
more. She arched her back, thrusting herself more fully
into his hand.

He squeezed and fondled her, carefully at first, then with
deeper passion, slipping his tongue into her mouth and
searching for hers.

Buffy closed her lips around his tongue, sucking gently
as he had taught her. Then, to William's great surprise,
she placed her hand over his on her breast, guiding it
beneath her sweater, then leaving it there.

Releasing a strangled moan from his throat, he pulled
the lacy cup of her bra down and began to explore soft,
bare flesh.

Once upon a time, he would have been happy to do no
more than this, counting himself fortunate that she allowed
it. But now that he knew from experience how much better
it could be, simply touching her breast was no longer enough.

He took his hand back and rose to his knees, bringing her
with him. Without hesitating, he tugged her sweater up
and over her head, then twisted open the clasp of her bra.

Discarding both garments by tossing them onto the couch,
he took her breasts into his hands and bent his head
to run his tongue across the satin-like curves, devouring
the taste and texture of her skin.

She made a soft sound in her throat that made the erection
he already had even stronger. Hearing her give voice to her
pleasure was wildly exciting. Knowing that he was one giving
it to her made it even better.

He kissed and licked the entire surface of both her breasts,
then took one nipple into his mouth and suckled it while his
fingers played with the other.

"Oh, Buffy," he breathed warmly into her cleavage. "You're
so beautiful. So soft and warm."

She buried her fingers in his curls. "More."

Smiling, he bent his head and complied. He used his
tongue to stimulate her erect nipples, painting wet circles
around them.

Their bodies were growing accustomed to each other's
touch and the awkward fumbling was becoming less and
less every time they were together.

Releasing her breast from his mouth with a loud, sucking
pop, he rubbed his cheek against them. "Beautiful," he
whispered again.

The memory of Angel's opinion still stung. "So, you
don't think I need to grow into my bra size?"

"Trust me."


~~~~~~~~~~
"One day we shall return
To this place upon the meadow
We'll walk out in the rain
Hear the birds above
Singing once again.."
~~~~~~~~~~


She made him take off his shirt so that she could
reciprocate his touch.

He remained as still as he could while she did.

She slipped her hands down, holding him at the waist
as he yanked at the snap of his jeans, wrenching them
open.

Buffy copied him, her hand only shaking a little.

"Lie down." He pushed her gently down on her back
and removed her shoes, socks, and jeans, trying to
ignore the painful message his body was beginning
to convey.

He nudged her thighs apart, breaking her automatic
attempt to keep them shut tight. He knew it was simply
a reflex gesture on her part. "May I?" he asked, slipping
his thumbs into the sides of her panties.

Giggling at her own silliness, she relaxed her legs,
allowing him to pull her panties down and off.

But her laughter disappeared when she felt the light
touch of his lips on her inner thighs, kissing her there
softly.

Slowly...slowly...his mouth moved up. He looked
at her, asking with his eyes if she wanted him to....

She did.

Calling into memory everything he'd done the last time
they were together like this, he carefully ran his tongue
up and down the cleft of her sex, lapping gently.

Buffy's head dropped back as she closed her eyes,
digging her fists into the comforter and twisting the
material.

He continued licking her with long strokes, teasing
her clit with the tip of his tongue.

She was gasping for breath, her body straining up
towards him for more.

From his vantage point between her legs, William
watched her reaction. She looked so beautiful, so
caught up in her passion, so totally lost in herself.

He had to grind his pelvis down into the comforter to
hold off ejaculating right then and there.

When it seemed like she couldn't take another moment
of it, he placed his open mouth on her clit and began
sucking it.

She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming when the
climax exploded inside her.

William held tight, licking her tenderly to ease her back
down. Once she was calm, he pulled back. The moisture
glistening on her thighs dazzled him. He wanted so badly
to feel it on his shaft.

Unable to take his eyes off that magical place, he stood
up and tugged off his shoes, then removed his jeans.

Buffy sighed with pure contentment. She opened her eyes
and was jolted to see him standing up, fully naked.

That jolt was nothing compared to the one she got
when he dropped between her splayed thighs and
lowered himself on top of her.

"William," she gasped, placing her hands against his
chest. "What...what are you..."

"It's all right," he said quickly, not wanting to frighten
her. "I won't put it in, I promise. Just...just let me...let
me feel you. Please....please, Buffy..."

He reached below and pushed his erection down
until it was positioned between her legs, pressing
upwards, rubbing the full length of her.

Still uncertain what he had in mind, Buffy remained
as stiff as a plank of wood.

Until he began to move....


~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh, you hold me in your arms
And say once again you love me
And if your love is true
Everything will be just as wonderful.."
~~~~~~~~~~


William kept his promise and didn't try to pene-
trate her.

He moved his hips back and forth, lifting himself
against her so she could feel his length sliding over
her labia.

It was easily one of the sweetest things he'd ever
felt.

A whole new flood of wetness seemed to be pouring
forth from her, slickening his thrusts.

Her nails were digging into his shoulders, pulling at
him. Hoping it was what she wanted, he lay down on
her, using his forearms to hold his weight as their
bodies pressed together.

It was exactly what she wanted. To feel him on her,
holding her down, his hips plunging up and down, from
side to side.

It was unlike anything either of them had felt before. So
close to the real thing, but without the possible
consequences.

Every time he pushed down, he ground the base of his
erection against her clitoris, stimulating it to the point
of madness for her. She raised her hips up to meet
him, then pulled back when he did.

William moaned and panted against her neck, pumping
harder and faster, sometimes stopping to press down and
up. Each time he sank in, she tightened her thighs a little
more.

"Buffy," he whispered. "Love...you..."

Sliding her hands down his back, she could feel the
muscles working. "I love you, too."

He was close, so close, and he wanted it so badly.

His jaw clenched and his eyes shut tightly as he
concentrated. All his energy and strength locked
into the rhythm, his entire world compressed to that
aching place of need.

When that need was finally satisfied, he gave her the
same satisfaction. With one last thrust, he pushed
hard, rubbing her clit until she came over the edge with
him.

His ejaculate pulsed out of him in thick spurts,
coating her inner thighs and wetting the comforter.

The world and everything in it grayed out for a
moment.

As the last tremor shuddered through him, he
went limp in her arms, panting and utterly spent.

A few moments later, he raised his head. "Every-
thing good?"

Buffy smiled at him, smoothing his sweaty hair
back.

"Very good."


~~~~~~~~~~
"You'll hold me in your arms
And say once again you love me
And if your love is true
Everything will be just as wonderful..."
~~~~~~~~~~




TBC.....

(Okay, I did my part. Now you do yours. ;-)

Title: Sweet Sixteen
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Love some, thanks!
Rating: Up to NC-17
Summary: AU. William and Buffy are
teenage neighbors meeting for the
first time.

AN: This chapter is for everyone who can
remember how it felt going to a formal dance,
wearing the most perfect dress ever, with the boy
you've dreamed about. I don't know about anyone
else, but it's one of my best memories.


AN: I tried to describe the dress Buffy wore in
'Prophecy Girl' for this story.


Part twenty four...



~~~~~~~~~
"Poetry in motion
Walking by my side
Her lovely locomotion
Keeps my eyes open wide.."
~~~~~~~~~~


The front door burst open with all the force of a police
raid, followed by the sound of a small blonde whirlwind
pelting up the stairs, yelling for her mother.

"What? What is it? What's wrong?" Joyce came rushing
out onto the landing, expecting to see her daughter bleeding
from every pore on her body from the way she was hollering.

"I found it, I found it!" Buffy squealed. "It's perfect. It's white
and long and floaty, and it's just my size and it looks sooo
good on me. You have to come and see it!"

She grabbed Joyce's hands and began tugging her down the
staircase.

"You mean...now?" Joyce asked.

"Right now. Please, please, please....I don't want
someone else to have MY perfect dress."

Since there was no answer to that comment, Joyce
grabbed her purse and followed her daughter out to the
car.

Buffy sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with the radio,
taking her sunglasses off and pushing them back on, and
bombarding her mother with an endless barrage of questions
and commentary that all centered around one, vital, all
important subject....The Homecoming Dance.

The first formal dance of the new school year was fast
approaching, and Buffy had been all over town in search
of just the right dress.

She'd considered and rejected at least twenty of them
before Joyce had announced that she was weary of
making the rounds of every mall within a fifty mile radius
of Sunnydale. If Buffy was going to be that difficult to
please, she could do her shopping with her friends and
let Joyce know when she finally found the dress she was
dreaming of.

At almost five o'clock on a Sunday afternoon, the parking
lot was nearly empty. They found a space in the first
row, and even as Joyce was locking up the car, Buffy
had already pulled open the heavy glass door that opened
onto the main concourse of the Sunnydale Mall.

The dress was draped gracefully over a mannequin in the
main window of a shop that went by the colorful name of
'Raspberry Lemonade', turning slowly on a revolving stand,
under soft pink lighting.

"Isn't it perfect?" Buffy whispered, a reverence in her voice
that was usually reserved for European cathedrals.

Joyce had to agree, it was a lovely gown. Sleeveless, and
creamy white in color, it had a snugly fitting bodice, and a
flowing satin underskirt, covered with a layer of floaty chiffon.

"What do you think?" Buffy asked, gazing appealingly up
at her mother, her small hands clasped together prayerfully
as she bounced lightly on the balls of her feet.

"I think," Joyce said slowly, casting a critical eye up and
down the dress, drawing out the tension, "you should go in
and try it on."

Buffy squealed in pure happiness, throwing her arms around
her mother and planting a smackingly loud kiss on her cheek,
before dragging her off her feet and into the shop.

Five minutes later, she stood before a three way mirror,
spinning in a circle and making the skirts of the dress
swirl gracefully around her legs.

"Isn't it beautiful, Mom?" She stopped in front of Joyce and
held the sides of the dress out. "Don't you love it? And it
fits perfectly. This dress is SO me!"

Joyce looked her up and down. "This is THE one?"

Buffy nodded happily. "Yes."

"You know you can't change your mind. Once you buy it,
there's no bringing it back because you've found something
you like better."

"I wouldn't ever!" Buffy said, horrified at the very notion of
returning her perfect dress. "Besides," she added playfully,
"I've already tried on every other dress in town and there's
nothing I like better."

"You're sure?"

'I'm sure." Turning back to the mirror, Buffy again turned
in a slow circle.

Joyce watched her, smiling and handing her credit card
to the hovering salesclerk without taking her eyes off her
daughter. "Wrap it up."


~~~~~~~~~~
"Poetry in motion
See her gentle sway
A wave out on the ocean
Could never move that way..."
~~~~~~~~~~


"I need shoes."

"I know."

"Well, I found these really nice ones downstairs at
Daisy Chain. They go perfectly with the dress."

"Let's go and look."

Buffy transferred the dress bag to her left hand and
squeezed her mother's arm. "You're the best mom ever!"

"Hmm. Remember that the next time I ask you to clean
up your room."

"I will."

"Sure, you will."

"I'll try?"

Joyce laughed. "I'll take it. Now, point me towards
the perfect shoes?"

Ten minutes later, they walked out of the shoe store with
a box containing a pair of size 5 white pumps with medium
high heels and delicate straps across the ankles.

"How about some ice cream?" Joyce suggested as they
wandered past the food court.

Buffy was always agreeable to ice cream. She secured
a table, while Joyce ordered two hot fudge sundaes.

They sat there eating in a companionable silence for a
few minutes.

"So," Joyce finally said, "you have the dress and
the shoes. What's next?"

Buffy scraped hot fudge from the sides of the dish. "I
don't know. I think I have everything I need."

Her mother smiled. "The perfect dress...the perfect
shoes...the perfect escort," she teased.

"Check, check, and check," Buffy replied brightly.

"What about your hair? Up or down?"

"Up, I think. Maybe down. I'll experiment. Are you
going to finish that?"

Joyce pushed the remainder of her sundae across the
table. "Jewelry?"

Buffy looked up with a sheepish smile. "Well...I was
going to ask...."

"Uh-oh." Joyce sat back and folded her arms across her
chest. "Let me guess. You want to borrow my diamond
earrings?"

"Can I? Please?"

"I don't know, Buffy," Joyce sighed. "They were very
expensive. And I've had them for..."

"...a long time."

"You'd have to promise to..."

"...take good care of them."

"And not to..."

"...lose them."

It was at this point that Joyce discovered it was
almost impossible to lecture her daughter while
laughing at the same time.


~~~~~~~~~~
"I love every movement
There's nothing I would change..."
~~~~~~~~~~



"Every time I think it's impossible for you to get
any more beautiful, you prove me wrong."

Buffy's cheeks turned a fetching shade of pink, charming
William beyond the telling of it.

"You like my dress?" she asked, spinning lightly on
one foot for him. 'It took me forever to find it."


"It was worth the hunt," he smiled. "You look lovely in it."

He wanted to tell her the first thing that had crossed
his mind when she'd opened the door; that she looked
like a bride. All she needed was a veil and his grand-
mother's pearl and diamond choker, and she'd be ready
to leave for the church.

Maybe he would tell her that later. When they were
completely alone.

"William," Joyce greeted him, from the top of the
stairs Buffy had just descended. "You look wonderful!"

"Thanks," he replied, holding out his hand to take
Buffy's. From behind his back, his free hand produced
a corsage box with a tiny wrist corsage of pink rosebuds
nestled inside like a precious jewel. "For you," he said
softly, telling her all she needed to know with the look in
his eyes.

Joyce joined them at the foot of the stairs. "You two look
almost like a fairytale. I keep expecting to look out the
door and see a pumpkin shaped carriage."

"Mom!" Buffy made a show of rolling her eyes, but she
laughed as well.

"Oh, I've embarrassed her," Joyce said, pretending
great chagrin. "Now I suppose she won't stand still for a
picture or two."

"They're taking pictures at the dance," Buffy said,
holding out her hand for William to slide the lacy wrist
band of flowers onto. "I'll make sure you get one."

"One?" Joyce exclaimed. "I'll need at least five. I'll
want an 8X10 and I know your grandparents will want
one, too. I think your dad will....just bring home the order
form, all right?"

"All right."

"Now, stand still and smile!"


~~~~~~~~~~
"She doesn't need improvement
She's much too nice to rearrange.."
~~~~~~~~~~


"I've never been in a limousine before," Willow
squealed, settling in next to Oz. "It's so elegant."

"Actually, I wanted to pick you up in a horse drawn
carriage," he replied, "but all the horses were on strike."

"On strike for what?"

"Better working conditions, bigger feed bags, major
medical...just the usual things."

Buffy laughed, smoothing the skirt of her dress and
snuggling closer to William. "What about a dental plan?"

"No," Oz shook his head. "They haggled over it but couldn't
agree on the terms."

'I'll tell you who needs a dental plan," Xander interjected.

"Who?" Anya asked.

"Oh, that would be our not-so-bosom-buddy. One Angel
O'Connor. The guy with the big mouth and the glass jaw."

"Xander," William said quietly.

"What? I'm sorry, I can't help it. I've waited thirteen years
for someone to wipe that smirk off his face the hard way,"
Xander replied. "Then you come to town and three months
later, he's eating dirt. I'd have paid cash money to have seen
it happen."

Buffy said nothing. She'd spent the days following that
altercation on pins and needles, wondering if Angel would
make good on this threat to sue William for assaulting him.

Angel had been out of school for almost two weeks, and
when he'd reappeared with his bruises and swelling almost
gone, no one had said a word to him about the incident.

As time had passed with no further problems, Buffy had
begun to believe what William had said; that Angel was too
embarrassed to admit the truth of the situation to his father.

William's uncle had questioned him about the swelling of
his hand, but had accepted the explanation he'd been given;
that someone had insulted Buffy beyond bearing and he'd
simply reacted instinctively to defend her.

"Just let it go now," William said firmly, squeezing Buffy's
hand. "This isn't the place to talk about it, and it's definitely
not the night for it."

"He's right," Anya added. "You can gloat about it later with
me."

"Thank you," Xander said. "I'm glad someone understands my
need to do just that."

The limo driver swung the long car into the circular driveway
at the entrance to the country club, ending further discussion.



~~~~~~~~~~
"Poetry in motion
Dancing close to me
A flower of devotion
A'swaying gracefully..."
~~~~~~~~~~



The entire main ballroom had been set aside for the
Homecoming Dance, and the decorating committee had
transformed it into something wonderful.

Directly opposite the main doors, there was a stage
where the band played. Someone had attached white
lattice work to the ceiling and strung tiny lights through
it, giving it the appearance of a star-filled sky.

There was a long buffet table at either end of the large
room, with snowy white linens draping gracefully to the
floor. Offerings ranged from chips and dips, to platters
covered with various pastries and cookies. Large glass
punch bowls were presided over by a member of the
refreshment committee.

Although the rest of their group looked suitably im-
pressed by it all, Buffy couldn't help noticing that William
took everything pretty much in stride. Knowing that he came
from a very privileged background, she wondered if things
here seemed a bit ordinary to him.

If this was true, though, he gave no outward sign of it.

Smiling down at her, he asked, "Want something to eat,
love? Or would you rather dance first?"

Buffy returned his smile with her own, pressing her
cheek briefly against the fabric of his tux. "Dance,
please," she requested.

Oz and Willow went to scout out a table for the group's
base of operations. Xander, towing Anya along behind him,
headed straight for the buffet.

"Have I told you, yet," William asked, leading Buffy out
on the dance floor, "how beautiful you look tonight?"

"You did," she replied, stepping into his embrace. "But
go ahead and say it as often as you want. I really don't
mind."

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he leaned over to
whisper in her ear. "You're the most beautiful girl in the
room," he said, his warm breath stirring her curls. "And I
love you very much."

Laying her cheek against the lapel of his tuxedo jacket,
Buffy's eyes drifted shut. "I love you, too. And you're
definitely the handsomest boy here."

Even though men's fashion was hardly her forte, she'd
known from the moment she'd seen him wearing it that
his suit was no rental job. It fit him too perfectly, in a way
that rented formal wear never did, as though it had been
tailor made for him.

Pressed close together, hardly moving at all, the intimacy
of their embrace almost made her dizzy. Everything around
her seemed enhanced. The lights sparkled like the stars
they were imitating, the music was soft and slow with a
seductive beat she could feel in her blood.

Even the air she breathed was transformed by the
warmth of so many bodies and the intoxicating mingle
of different perfumes.

"Buffy?" William placed one hand beneath her chin,
tilting her face up.

She opened her eyes, looking up into his gemstone
eyes. "Hmm?"

"Nothing," he said. "Just..."

"Just what?"

"Just this." One hand went to the back of her neck,
keeping her in place as he bent to kiss her. Their lips
came together, clung briefly, broke contact, met again,
broke again....

His arms tightened around her waist as she wrapped
her fingers around his biceps, clutching them for
support.

Giving up any pretense of movement, William concen-
trated on her. His lips moved to press kisses against her
smooth forehead, then each soft cheek.

"Just that," he said softly.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Poetry in motion
See her gentle sway
A wave out on the ocean
Could never move that way.."
~~~~~~~~~~



Following the ancient custom that says 'If one of us
goes then all of us go', Buffy, Anya and Willow
congregated in the ladies lounge, repairing hairdos
and freshening make up, chatting with vivacious
excitement about the evening.

When the lounge was empty of everyone but them,
Anya pulled Buffy and Willow into a corner."Can you
guys keep a secret?" she asked softly. The other
two girls nodded eagerly, moving closer in a con-
spiratorial manner. "I've decided that...tonight's the
night."

"Tonight's what night?" Willow asked, then gasped as
the meaning became clear. "You mean...THAT night?
The night where you...and Xander...it's TONIGHT!?"

Anya sighed. "Say it a little louder, Wil. I don't think
everybody heard it over the music."

"I'm sorry," Willow squeaked. "I just...I wasn't expecting
that...about tonight."

"Neither was I!" Buffy echoed, her eyes big and
round. "Are you really?"

Anya nodded. "We've been together for two years," she
said. "He really wants to."

"Yeah, but....do YOU want to?" Now Willow's voice was
so low they had to lean close to hear it.

"Well, sure," Anya said. "I love him. And besides," she
added, "I was reading my mom's copy of Cosmo last
month and IT said that a man reaches his sexual peak
at around seventeen."

Buffy and Willow looked at each other, then back at
Anya, both obviously thinking the same thing...

Their boyfriends were also seventeen.



~~~~~~~~~~
"Poetry in motion
All that I adore
No number 9 love potion
Could make me love her more..."
~~~~~~~~~~




TBC....
(Don't go NOW. I'm just getting to the good part!)