Summary: Buffy Summers, notorious bad girl at home in California, has been sent away to a small town in rural England to live with a distant relative. How can she possibly relieve her boredom? By seducing her shy, impressionable neighbor, of course.
Author's Notes: This isn't a straight PWP, but I doubt there will be much of a plot to it anyway. Just an idea that popped in my head and wouldn't go away. So don't go looking for some deep meanings and themes, 'cause they ain't there.
Dedication: For my favorite diva, 'cause I know she needs a little something to make her smile right now…
Rating: NC-17
Chapter 17
Buffy was beginning to doubt the sanity of her decision to introduce William to the sexual uses of foodstuff. He'd taken his time drizzling the chocolate syrup over her body and now he was torturing her by meticulously licking off every bit. The feel of his tongue on her skin was driving her crazy as he was kept it away from any place that would actually grant her release, choosing instead to work her into a frenzy without giving her ultimate satisfaction.
She'd complain if she was capable of doing anything but whimpering…
With a sigh of relief, Buffy realized he'd finished with the chocolate, but then he grabbed the whipped cream, prepared to start the torture anew. "William…" she managed to gasp, thrusting her hips up.
William gave a low chuckle as he covered one of her breasts with the whipped cream. "Patience, kitten. Good things come to those who wait."
"I want good things now," Buffy whined.
"This isn't good?" William asked with a teasing grin, leaning in to wrap his tongue around her nipple, lapping off the cream.
" Gah ! Good…" Buffy replied, arching into his mouth. "Just need…need more good…"
William finished with one breast before moving to the other, repeating his previous actions. Buffy fisted the sheets tightly, her head thrashing from side to side. William pulled up, licking his lips as he made a trail of whipped cream leading down her toned stomach. Buffy cried out as his tongue soon followed, William making his way to the apex of her thighs before stopping.
"William, please …" Buffy begged.
William folded his arms over her abdomen, resting his chin on them. "Need something, luv?"
All Buffy could do was whimper again as she tried in vain to thrust her hips upwards. He knew damn good and well what she wanted, and why he was refusing to give it to her was beyond her. Why wouldn't he just… She paused, a memory coming forward in her lust-addled brain. William tied up, her toying with him as he strained for her to take his cock into her mouth.
Oh he was evil…
"William… don't tease me anymore. Need you so much…"
"I don't know, pet. There's something to be said for teasing. Can see why you had so much fun with it yesterday…"
That gained him yet another whimper from Buffy.
"You need me, don't you baby?" he asked, his voice sounding like a purr. "Need what I can give you, how good I can make you feel."
Buffy nodded vigorously, squirming beneath him. She did, more than anything in the world right then. If he would just…
"Beg me. Tell me how you need me."
Buffy shivered, forcing the words to her throat. "Will, please…need you…need you to touch me, to make me come…please…I'm begging you…"
William pulled up, grabbing the can of whipped cream again. He spread it on Buffy's pussy, making her cry out, her hips bucking with the sudden feel of the cool, wet substance. The next thing she felt was William's hot tongue, licking up the white cream from her skin. Her orgasm hit quickly, but he continued until she was clean again, keeping the aftershocks coming until he pulled up and she slumped bonelessly to the mattress.
She had very little time to recuperate before William had grabbed her legs, lifting them up as he slammed his cock inside of her. Buffy cried out, grabbing his shoulders and holding on. Every nerve in her body seemed over-sensitized from the combination of the tongue bath and the massive orgasm she was still coming down from, and the way he was pounding into her now was making her see stars.
When she came again, her scream reverberated off the walls, and the clamping of her pussy walls pulled William over with her, his cries mixing with hers, filling the room with their sounds of pleasure.
He managed to roll off of her body, flopping to the side, his breathing harsh and uneven. "Bloody hell. That was just one time and I already don't think I can move."
"Me either. Maybe it's cumulative exhaustion from the past week," Buffy suggested. She sighed in contentment. "I don't really mind, though. The sex is nice, but I like this part, too. The afters …"
"Yeah, so do I," William replied. "I like sharing this with you, feeling close to you like this."
Buffy rolled over, her head now against his chest, and William swallowed as he looked into her eyes. How easy it would be just to tell her how he felt for her… It was more of a struggle to keep the words from coming from his mouth than he knew it would be to say them, but he kept silent. Instead he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, wondering if maybe she could feel how much she meant to him.
"William?"
"Yeah, kitten?"
"What do you want to do with your life?"
William frowned, Buffy's question not one he had expected. "What do you mean?"
"If you could have any job in the world some day, what would it be?"
"Poet laureate," William replied with a small shrug.
Buffy arched an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
"Yes. I mean, it's never going to happen because I'm a horrible poet, but that's something I've dreamt about."
"That's not the answer most seventeen year old boys would give, you know."
"Yeah, I know." William sighed. "Having new clothes and a different haircut doesn't change the fact that I'm still a complete geek, Buffy."
"I didn't say you were a geek, William," Buffy replied. "Just said it was a different sort of dream to have. But it's kind of cool, actually. Better than say, wanting to get in the fraternity next year in college that gets you the most beer and pussy…"
"No, I suppose that's not really a goal of mine at all," William said with a chuckle.
"So you're not looking forward to all the naked co-ed fun college has to offer?"
"Got all of that I need right here," William replied, giving her a squeeze. Suddenly his expression got sad. "But you won't be around then, will you? School year ends and you're on your way back to the other side of the world."
Buffy hadn't thought about that much since she'd gotten with William. She was so happy here with him, and the last thing she wanted to do was leave this behind to return to her life in the States. She'd never had a single day there that had been anything like the ones William gave her. "I guess," she replied. "I haven't really given it a lot of thought."
"It's your home, though," William said.
Thinking of Los Angeles as home now made Buffy's stomach turn. The only time she'd ever felt home was when she was here with William. "Home is where your heart is," Buffy said softly.
William looked away from her. And he supposed that was where her heart was…
Buffy didn't want to think about not being with William anymore. The stretch of months that had once seemed like a lengthy prison sentence now seemed like no time at all, a blink of her life in which she could be happy. But she didn't want to dwell on it when she was with him, wanting instead to hold on tightly to the little bit of happiness she did have. "I like it here with you," she told him.
William looked back at her. "Really?"
"Well, duh," Buffy replied with a grin. "Have I ever appeared anything but content when we're together? But yeah, I do. I feel… safe with you."
"You are," William said, his hand running down her bare arm. "I wouldn't let anything hurt you."
Buffy wrapped her arms tighter around him. The light mood they'd begun the afternoon with had been effectively squashed, and she wanted it back. She didn't like this heavy feeling that came from dwelling on the uncertain future. She needed a distraction…
Slowly, she slipped down his body, stopping at his limp cock. Her fingers grazed against it, making it immediately begin to show signs of life. "Thought you were shagged out," William said, looking down at her and raising an eyebrow.
"I've rested up." The grin she gave him was one of challenge. "Unless, of course, you aren't…"
William growled, hauling her back up his body by her arms and flipping her beneath him. Buffy's squeal of delighted surprise was muffled by his mouth as it came down hard against hers.
She had her distraction.
*** *** ***
William looked down at Buffy curled against his side and wondered how in the world he was going to be able to sleep when his mother came back home and Buffy couldn't spend her nights in his bed anymore. This was but the third time and he was already addicted to the feel of her against her as he slept.
But then she'd only be next door… His mind trailed to the brief conversation he'd had with her that afternoon about what she'd do after she finished out the school year. Part of him had hoped that she'd say of course she wouldn't go back to California because she couldn't bear the thought of leaving him, but he was smart enough to know that that was a foolish hope. Her life wasn't here. It was there. He was just someone to pass the time with until she got to go back to her home and her real love.
And when that happened, William knew the empty nights that followed would be enough to tear him apart.
William tried to push down the sudden desperate need for her that arose inside of him. They'd made love already before she'd fallen asleep, and he shouldn't disturb her. But he couldn't make it go away. Someday, she'd be gone, and he wouldn't be able to touch her anymore. That thought made something inside him snap, and he rolled her over, plunging inside of her.
Buffy's eyes popped open, her brow wrinkling in confusion. "William?" she asked sleepily.
"Needed you…" William gasped, pushing in hard. "Couldn't wait…"
Buffy groaned, William's deep, powerful thrusts working her into a quick frenzy. He slammed in and out of her, their coupling almost brutal, and Buffy held on to him, her fingernails leaving bloodied crescents in his shoulders.
As soon as he felt her coming around him, William let himself go, roaring with his release. Spent, he slumped against her, his head on her chest. Buffy ran her hand through his curls. "Are you okay?" she asked softly.
"Yeah," William replied, rolling over and pulling her with him so their positions were reversed. "Just needed to have you is all."
"Oh. I can live with that." Buffy kissed his chest. "Good night again, baby," she said, already starting to drift back to sleep.
"Good night," William replied, keeping her close.
*** *** ***
"Hey, you managed to make it to first period today—on time and everything!" Willow said with a teasing grin as Buffy plopped down at her desk.
"We set the alarm for an hour earlier," Buffy replied. "I'm so freaking tired. I know we should probably sleep more, but the logical part of my brain that reminds me of that tends to get itself bound and gagged by Lust Bunny Buffy whenever William's around." She sighed heavily. "I'm pathetic."
"A little, but it's sweet—lust bunnies and all," Willow said with a laugh.
Buffy glanced to the side, noticing an empty chair that was usually filled by now. "Is Cecily not here?"
"I haven't seen her," Willow replied. "She could just be running late."
"Or maybe she was eaten by a bear," Buffy suggested perkily.
"I don't think there's a lot of bears running around in the area," Willow said.
"It could've escaped from a traveling circus."
"Not a lot of those either."
"Rabid…um, bunny attack ?"
Willow giggled. "I think the traveling circus escapee bear was more plausible."
"Either way, I'd be perfectly happy if she didn't show up today. Or, you know, ever ."
Willow crossed her fingers on both hands. "Here's to hoping Cecily's been mauled by rabid bunnies."
"Thanks," Buffy said with a laugh.
The teacher walked into the room then, clearing his throat as he did, and Buffy and Willow both turned their attention to the front of the classroom, any further discussion needing to wait until later.
*** *** ***
William opened the front door, fully expecting to see his tutor on the other side.
Who he didn't expect to see was Cecily Underwood. "What do you want?" he asked, his tone cold.
"William, we need to talk about Buffy."
"No, I'm afraid we really don't," William replied. "You made your feelings for me quite clear last week, Miss Underwood. We have nothing further to discuss."
Cecily thrust a thick brown packet towards him. "No, really, William, I think you're going to want to take a look at this."
William frowned. "What is it?"
"The truth about your darling Buffy ," Cecily replied. "I sincerely doubt you know the sort of person she really is, William. If you did, you certainly wouldn't be risking your family's name the way you are. And what would your poor mother think if she knew the sort of woman you were associating with?"
"Buffy's a good person, Cecily. Whatever you think you know about her, it isn't true."
"Look in the packet, William. It's all there. Every sordid detail."
William swallowed. Could it really be as bad as Cecily was claiming? He'd known Buffy had been in some trouble in California, but he couldn't imagine it would be something that bad. He'd assumed she'd merely had some trouble keeping up her grades.
His hands trembled as he worked the clasp on the back of the packet, opening it up and pulling out the stack of papers inside.
"Hey, Buffy, looks like Cecily showed up after all," Willow said, nudging the blonde as they walked together towards their lunch table. "Guess she was just running late today and not actually the victim of a freak animal attack."
"Joy of joys," Buffy muttered. "And I was so hoping for those rabid bunnies." She sat down at the table, Willow taking a seat across from her. Buffy had just started to examine the day's lunch when she noticed Cecily heading towards them. "Oh fuck, she's coming over here," Buffy swore, a sour expression on her face. "The bile that's rising up at the thought of talking to her is just what I needed to make this food even tastier."
Cecily stopped at the table, the smile she wore smug. "Hello, Buffy."
"Hello, Cecily. We missed you in first period today. I was really hoping nothing bad had happened to you," Buffy replied with obvious mock-sincerity.
"Oh, I was quite fine, I assure you," Cecily said. "I simply went to have a little chat with a mutual acquaintance of ours."
"A mutual…" Buffy's eyes grew wide as she realized who Cecily was talking about. "What the hell did you say to William?"
"Oh, I didn't really have to say anything. A picture is worth a thousand words, after all. And those that I stumbled across, well, they're practically War and Peace ." She cocked her head to the side, frowning a little. "Or at least the extremely slutty version. And then of course everything that with them… The newspaper articles, the police reports… My, my, Buffy, you were one busy little bee back in Los Angeles."
Buffy paled, her stomach turning. "What did you do?"
"I hired a private investigator to look into your record," Cecily replied with a shrug. "Though I think a lot of that stuff I could've found on my own, since it appears that your father has just enough money and clout for your exploits to make the tabloids. I couldn't have found the police records without the detective, however. Oh, you should've seen the look on William's face when he read those. It was just priceless."
Buffy fought back tears, refusing to give Cecily the satisfaction of seeing her cry. "Why did you do this to me? You didn't even want him!"
"I was merely looking out for William's best interests," Cecily said. "A man of his social stature can't start gallivanting around with some two-bit trollop."
"His what ?" Buffy asked, her brow wrinkling.
"Oh, don't pretend you don't know," Cecily said, rolling her eyes. "As if you could be interested in poor, confused William for any other reason."
"Cecily, I really have no idea what you're talking about."
"He's part of the peerage, Buffy," Cecily said, talking to Buffy as if she were a small child. "William's a baron. And no matter how much of a media darling you were back home, you will never be good enough for him. You're nothing but trash."
Buffy couldn't hide her shock. Never once had William mentioned being a baron . Was Cecily even telling the truth? He certainly didn't seem like a baron… Or at least how she would have pictured one anyway. Shouldn't a baron live in a dark, sprawling estate with big stone walls? And shouldn't one dress more…baron-y? If William was a baron, then romance novels and movies had definitely been leading her astray. "He never told me anything about it…" she said to Cecily.
"Really? Never? Huh. Well, I guess he really was just using you then. I suppose he saw that he'd finally found someone slutty enough to give even him a decent shag, and he leapt at the chance. Although now that he's seen the damage that can cause, I'm sure he's ready to go back to a woman more…on his level." Cecily patted her curls.
Buffy's eyes narrowed. "You stay away from him, bitch. You already told him he was beneath you…"
"Yes, well, that was before you somehow managed to work wonders on him." Cecily smiled coolly. "I really should thank you for that, Buffy."
"He doesn't want you," Buffy ground out, barely able to rein herself in. The thought of William with Cecily together made her want to rip the other woman to shreds with her bare hands.
"Oh yes, I think he does," Cecily replied haughtily. "I was the one he loved— remember ? The one he pined for, the one he called his muse." She looked at Buffy in disgust. "You were just his whore."
The last of Buffy's control snapped then. She lunged at Cecily, grabbing her by her hair and slamming her head down on the table. "You stay the hell away from him, you fucking bitch. I swear to god , I will make you hurt…"
"Miss Summers! Unhand Miss Underwood at once!"
Buffy swore under her breath as she saw one of her teachers approaching them. More trouble…just what she freaking needed.
"She…she just attacked me!" Cecily exclaimed as Buffy let her up. "It was completely unprovoked!"
"Miss Summers, please gather your things and come with me."
Buffy sighed, grabbing her book bag. "See you later, Wills ," she said, following the teacher towards the office.
*** *** ***
Buffy stood outside of William's door, fighting back tears. Her outburst with Cecily had cost her a suspension for the rest of the week, though if her parents found out it could be much worse than that. This had been her last chance, and if she screwed up… Well, she wasn't quite sure what they'd do to her, but she knew it wouldn't be good.
She had to see William. He had to tell her that what Cecily was saying wasn't true—or even if it was that he didn't care about those things she did in the past. "I need to talk to William," she said as the family's butler opened the door to her.
"I'm afraid he is unable to accept company at this time, Miss Summers. He is engaged in his studies."
"I know, but it's really important," Buffy said. "Please. It won't be long."
"There are no exceptions, Miss Summers. You may call again when his tutor has gone for the day."
"Please. I need…"
"No exceptions," the butler repeated. "Good day, Miss Summers." He shut the door in her face, the sound of the lock clicking making a shudder go through Buffy's body.
She couldn't wait for William to be done with his lessons for the day. She needed to see him now, to have him tell her he still wanted her, no matter what Cecily had shown him. With her mouth set in a grim line of determination, she turned around, heading towards the back of the house and William's bedroom.
She climbed up the tree into his window, muttering under her breath as her uniform skirt made that more difficult than usual. Finally, she managed to make her way in, coming to a halt when she saw William sitting on his bed, a myriad of papers spread in front of him.
"Your butler said you were with your tutor," Buffy said.
William looked up sharply at her. "What are you doing here? It's not polite to come sneaking in through people's windows."
"I didn't sneak. I was pretty loud, actually. And you never minded it before," Buffy snapped.
William's jaw was tight. "Now's really not a good time, Buffy."
"Why did the butler tell me your tutor was here?" Buffy asked. "Did you tell him to lie to me?"
William sighed. "I just need some time alone right now, Buffy. Please…"
Buffy's heart clenched. "Cecily was over here. She…" Buffy stopped, marching over to the bed and grabbing a handful of papers, bile rising to her throat as she saw them. Pictures of her drunkenly clinging to men, more than one of whom she barely remembered….detailed accounts of many of her less shining moments…everything she wanted to escape. She threw them back to the bed.
"Is this how you see me? You're going to look at this crap printed by people who don't even know me, and give it value over what you already know about me?" she yelled.
"Buffy…I…"
Buffy didn't let William finish as a new thought came down on her like a black cloud. "Oh god, this is already what you thought of me. Cecily was right. You… Fuck ." Buffy felt tears pricking her eyes again, and this time she couldn't keep them back. "This is why your mother was too sick to meet me but well enough to go visit relatives. You didn't want me to meet her. I wasn't good enough to be around your mother—I was just your whore!"
"What?" William stood up, making a move towards her, but stopping with Buffy backed away. "Buffy, I don't think of you as a… like that . If that's what Cecily said, then she was lying. I never said that…never thought that."
"No? Then why did you even keep those?" she asked, jabbing her hand towards the papers still spread out on the bed. "Why were you up here reading them? Why didn't you tell Cecily to get out and take her 'information' with her? It's like you're spying on me, William. If you wanted to know these things, you could've asked. I'm not proud of them, but I wouldn't lie to you."
"Bloody hell, Buffy, what did you expect out of me? Can you tell me if someone handed you a stack of papers that said things like this about me you could just ignore them?"
"Yes!"
"You could look at dozens of pictures of me hanging all over other women, read reports of nights I had that were so wild the bloody police had to be called in—not to mention the arson —and you could just brush it off?" Buffy's only response was a soft sob, her hand going up over her mouth. "It's a bit to process, Buffy," William said.
"You knew I had a past," Buffy said, her hand dropping to her side again. "You knew there had been other men. You knew ."
"Knowing in a vague sense and seeing it right in front of me are too different things."
"So what, this is it? You can't handle who I was before I met you, so you're just going to bail?"
"I never said that," William replied quickly.
"You might as well have! It's obvious you can't deal with it."
William sighed. "I'm trying, Buffy, but it's a lot to deal with."
Buffy looked down—looking at his face only made it all hurt more. "Is it because of your title?"
"What?"
"Cecily—she told me you're a baron. Is that true?"
William was silent for a moment before he replied. "Yes."
"So that's what it is? I'm not good enough to be with a baron?"
"I never said that either!" William snapped, making Buffy look up. "Bloody hell, you can make things so sodding difficult! This has nothing to do with my title. I don't give a damn about the title! It's about the shock of seeing my girlfriend like this !" He grabbed a handful of pictures off the bed, throwing them one after the other to the floor in front of Buffy's feet.
Buffy began to cry harder, looking down at the grainy tabloid images. She'd regretted some of her past decisions before, but she'd never truly felt ashamed of them—not until right then. Maybe William was right to look down on her. Maybe Cecily was right and she was nothing but trash… "Just…just tell me one thing."
"All right."
"Did…did you purposely keep me from meeting your mother."
William stepped back, his shoulders slumping. "Yes. But…"
Buffy held up her hand. "No. Stop. That's all I needed to know."
"Buffy…"
"No. I…I need to go…" She turned, walking towards the door.
"Buffy, wait."
"I'm sorry, William," she said softly as she kept walking out, tears streaming down her cheeks.
William slumped down to the floor, letting her go. After all, he'd known it would end sooner or later anyway…
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