“Angel! Dru! Nice to see you!” Buffy yelled much too loudly when she opened the door, voice full of cheer. She ushered them in, glancing back at the stairs in the hopes that William had heard her, and vacated her room.
The two looked at her oddly as they followed her inside. “Nice to see you, Buff,” Angel said slowly. “Hit your head when you fell?”
The blonde let out an exaggerated fake laugh, then relaxed as she saw William coming down the stairs, looking perfectly normal and smiling warmly.
“Drusilla, Angel, what brings you here?” He asked in surprise, heading for the kitchen to rescue the slightly charred casserole from the oven. Buffy smirked at him behind the backs of her two friends, and he grinned back.
“Well, I finished the chart of the lunar cycle,” Drusilla said. “And if I’m right, and I think I’m right---“
“You usually are,” Angel interrupted.
“--then they’re raising Menithea on Buffy’s birthday.”
“Oh, fun,” the Slayer sighed, trying to mask her disappointment but failing miserably. “A special gift just for me.”
William frowned, both at this new piece of information, and at the parts of Buffy’s body Angel was currently surreptitiously staring at. “I’m guessing by this point they’ve already obtained the necessary ingredients for the ritual---“
“The blood of a virgin isn’t too hard to come by,” Buffy joked, trying to shake off her new bad mood.
“---and according to one of my contacts they definitively have the stone sculpture he’s encased in.”
“So, what else don’t we know? Where they’re doing the ritual?” Angel asked, eyes traveling away from Buffy’s bare legs to the dinner on the counter. “Smells good, what are we eating?”
William shrugged apologetically at Buffy, and said, “You’re welcome to eat with us. And yes, we don’t know where the ritual will be performed, but I’m meeting with Jonathan tomorrow, he claims to have some information on where the Trio has been holed up all this time.”
“And, well, I hate to be negative, but…we don’t really know how to stop the ritual once it’s started, do we?” Drusilla asked tentatively.
The group fell silent under the weight of this true fact.
“Well. We’ll just have to stop them before it starts, right?” Buffy shrugged. “I’m going to go throw on some, well, real clothes.”
“Can we come patrol tonight?” Dru asked. “We haven’t helped you out in awhile.”
Buffy glanced at William, but finding no help there to keep the night just for them, she agreed with fake enthusiasm and headed upstairs.
“So much for Buffy’s party,” Angel said sadly once she had disappeared. “Damn, it was going to be a blast.”
“We’ll still do something, right William?” Drusilla said eagerly. “I mean, we can’t just ignore Buffy’s birthday.”
“No, we bloody well can’t,” he said firmly. “We’ll figure something out. You’ve ordered the cake?”
“Yep,” she nodded eagerly. “Chocolate, raspberry filling. And we had the whole thing set up at the Bronze, should I cancel it?”
William reluctantly nodded. “There’s…there’s just not a chance it could work. But don’t worry, I’ll think of something.” He had no ideas yet for any sort of public celebration, but a plan for a very private one began to form in his mind.
After a tedious dinner, at which both Buffy and William could hardly suppress their frustration at the unintentional interruption of their two guests, the group headed out on patrol.
Buffy plunged a stake into their fourth vampire in Restfield Cemetery, a frown marring her pretty features. “Doesn’t this seem like an awful lot of big baddies to you?”
William nodded, breathing heavily, face faintly pink with the exertion of keeping up with his Slayer. “More than usual, yeah?”
“Could be our little trio of mutant friends gathering forces or…something,” she mused, sliding the weapon into the waistband of her jeans as she observed the now empty cemetery. “We really need to figure out this raising of Menthol thing.”
“Menithea.”
“Whatever.” Buffy turned back to him, the stress of patrol fading away as she caught him staring at her admiringly. “What?”
“Nothing, you’re just…” William glanced around to check if Angel and Drusilla were in earshot, but the pair were sitting on a tombstone fifty yards away, loaded up with weapons, sent to the sidelines when the fight got a little too hairy. “Beautiful,” he whispered with a wink.
A faint blush stained her cheeks, and she too glanced over to make sure her friends were occupied. “When can we ditch them and go home?” She pleaded.
Hearing her refer to their home like that made it that much harder for William to maintain any sort of professional demeanor. He opened his mouth to speak, multitudes of dirty comments coming to the forefront of his mind, when Angel and Dru hopped up and made their way over.
“Nice staking, Buff,” Angel commented, glancing around the cemetery and finding no more foes in sight. “Are we done?”
“Angel! You volunteered to come,” Dru scolded. “You’ve hardly even helped.”
“I helped! I punched that one really old one,” he shrugged. “And now I have a date.”
“Darla?” Buffy asked as the group turned and headed out of the cemetery.
“Nope, she’s pissed off at me, going out with Theresa.”
“Gee, wonder why she’d be pissed at you,” teased Buffy. As they walked her hand brushed William’s, sending a shiver up her arm and down her spine. From the tightening of her Watcher’s jaw, she could tell he felt it too. “Why don’t you take off too. Dru,” she continued casually. “We’ll make one more sweep then head home.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind,” the other girl said helpfully.
“No, no, get some rest, and thanks for all that research you did!” Buffy insisted. The group said their goodbyes and the second the two teenagers disappeared from view, she found herself wrapped in William’s arms, being kissed absolutely senseless.
“Still want to do that extra sweep?” He grinned as they parted, proud of the dazed look on his girl’s face.
“Right…extra sweep, so not necessary,” she shook her head.
Hand in hand, they headed back towards home to Revello Drive, so wrapped up in each other that neither felt the prickles on the backs of their necks, the kind of prickles caused by a watchful eye.
Ripper set off to follow them, a wicked gleam in his eye, staying far enough back that the Slayer couldn’t sense him.
William and Buffy barely made it inside and to the couch before gravitating towards each other, desperate for a physical connection, their kiss heated and passionate, yet sweet and slow. They didn’t bother to turn on the light, and felt perfectly safe in their home, under the cover of darkness.
Outside the house, Ripper grinned, enjoying the perfect view his heightened senses afforded him of the two. Through a crack in the curtains covering the living room window, he had a perfect view of their embrace. He spun on his heel and sauntered off towards the mansion he called home, turning over this new piece of information in his mind, and wondering how it could be used to his advantage.
William wrapped one arm around Buffy’s waist, unaware of their observer, and dragged her on top of him as he fell onto the couch, letting loose a moan into her mouth as she instantly straddled him, picking up where they’d left off earlier in the evening.
Her hips began a slow, tentative rocking motion, and her heart started to race as she explored his chest with gentle caresses, and his hands moved to her hips to increase the pressure of her movements.
“Wait, wait,” William sighed reluctantly. He stilled Buffy’s hand as it traveled a path down his chest to his belt, and brought it to his lips to kiss gently.
“Why?” She asked nervously, wiggling a bit above his body to get comfortable, making it a little harder for him to focus.
“We should take this slow, yeah?” He pulled her down and nuzzled her throat, wanting to make sure the sensitive girl didn’t take his statement as rejection. He may have let go of his reservations, but he was still a gentleman. “Don’t have to do everything at once.”
Her body rebelled against his chivalrous impulse, as the ache between her legs was almost too much to ignore. But her head, and her heart, appreciated his patience, his kindness. It really hadn’t been that long since her disastrous first time with Angel, and despite how much she desired William, she knew waiting, even just a bit longer, would be for the best.
“You and your stupid logic,” she teased, sensing the relaxation of his muscles when she didn’t fight him on the matter.
A devilish smirk on his face, William suddenly lifted her and flipped her on her back, then moved to lick the shell of her ear. “Not that I don’t want you desperately, kitten,” he whispered, hot breath on her tingling skin, dipping a hand under her shirt to gently stroke her flesh, mindful of the nearly healed wounds from her fight days earlier. “Need you so bloody much…feel that? Feel how much?” He shifted, pressing his erection into her thigh and relishing her surprised, interested intake of breath. He moved to press kisses to her throat, sucking for a moment at her pulse, then moved back to her lips.
Buffy smiled against his mouth, meeting his tongue with hers as she arched into his touch. His hand swept up, fingers dancing at the edge of her bra, then he quickly unsnapped the convenient front clasp to dip beneath the fabric.
“Thought you were going slow?” Buffy breathed out. “Not that I mind…”
“Oh, I’m going slow, love,” he replied teasingly. “Very slow.” He pulled up her shirt, very, very slowly, revealing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze for the first time. After a moment of staring, drinking in the sight of her perky chest, excited face, and sparkling eyes, he dipped his head down to lick one of her pink nipples and unbuttoned her jeans. William focused on pushing down his own raging lust to concentrate only on bringing pleasure to the panting girl beneath him.
“Slow good…” Buffy couldn’t help her mind from specifying each way this was different from her only other sexual encounter. With Angel, they’d gone straight to the main event, without stopping off at…this sort of thing. William was sucking at her chest, fingers playing at the edges of her underwear, and she was already more turned on than she could ever remember being.
“Your skin tastes so sweet,” he murmured around her breast, finally sliding his fingers under her underwear to lightly probe at the entrance to her sex. He found her soaking wet, a discovery that tested his self-control. At her mewl of approval, he slid one finger inside of her and sought out her clit with his thumb. Movement was restricted by the tightness of her jeans, but that also helped keep his hand firmly pressed in its position, a position that was quickly driving Buffy to madness.
“Please…” she moaned, voice low and throaty, hips rotating up to meet the gentle thrusts of his fingers, a rush of fluid rewarding him for the light scrape of his teeth on her nipple. William growled around her flesh, moved quickly up to her face and kissed her hard, then pulled away as he added another finger and increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit. He watched her intently as the pleasure he gave her became evident on her face, as her eyes squeezed shut and her lips parted, as she arched her back and came, hard, her Slayer muscles squeezing his fingers almost to the point of pain.
An unfamiliar, burning, aching sensation had been building inside of her, rushing through her limbs, concentrated in her stomach, making her pant and moan and arch her back. It suddenly intensified, consumed her, and she just fell apart, desperate for more, less, anything he would give her.
“So fucking beautiful,” William whispered, awe in his eyes as he watched Buffy shudder, her soft cries making him even harder in his now too tight jeans.
“I…wow!” She sighed once she regained the power of speech. “That was…new.”
“New?”
“I…I’ve never felt that before,” she admitted shyly. ”I mean…yeah. That was new. But don’t look so cocky.”
William smirked at her, clearly proud beyond belief, as he removed his hand reluctantly from her pants and gently buttoned them up again, before clasping her bra and pulling down her top. “I can be a little cocky.”
“Feels like you already are,” Buffy joked, wiggling her leg against the arousal she could still feel.
He gasped and glared at her. “Devil woman.”
“Can’t say I’ve ever been called that before!”
“First time for everything. Or, many things.” William kissed her softly on the forehead, then glanced over the arm of the couch and groaned. “It’s getting late, pet.”
“Yeah, yeah, and I have school,” Buffy sighed, body still buzzing from the aftermath of her orgasm. “I wish…I wish I could just stay home with you all day.”
“I do too, pet,” he agreed, sitting up reluctantly. “Believe me.”
With one last kiss, that would have ended too soon even if it had lasted hours, Buffy headed upstairs, mind clear of worries over Menithea, or the decision she’d have to make. All she could think of was the man she was leaving downstairs, and the growing intensity of her feelings for him.
William couldn’t revel in that same afterglow, no matter how much he wanted to. His panic over Buffy’s condition, and the lingering questions over the demon threat looming kept him from allowing himself to truly enjoy his happiness. Yet, with the raging hard on in his trousers a constant reminder of his daft, moral driven decision to take it slow, he permitted himself just a few minutes of fantasizing. Finally he pulled a book into his lap with one last smile up the stairs, and began to read.
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So, is the ages of waiting at all canceled out by another speedy update? I hope so. Chapter title from a song by Michael Buble.
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