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 27
Despite her earlier certainty that everything would go smoothly with William's mother, as Buffy stood in the parlor waiting for the woman, she felt that confidence slipping. What if his mother did hate her after all? What if she'd only been calm about the whole panties-in-the-sheets incident because she didn't want to make William angry with her and had decided that the best way to break them up would be by going for Buffy? She could be one of those mothers that retained her shine in her son's eyes by tearing the girlfriend down below his radar…
Buffy took a deep breath, telling herself that was just her old paranoia rearing its less than attractive head and that she really did have nothing to worry about. William's mother would like her.
She smiled when she felt William reach out and squeeze her hand. She looked up and he grinned at her, making Buffy suddenly feel much calmer. William leaned down and kissed the top of her head, whispering a soft, "I love you."
Buffy caressed his hand with her thumb. "I love you, too."
William looked up a few moments later, seeing his mother enter the parlor. He cleared his throat, bringing Buffy over to the other woman. "Mother, allow me to introduce to you Miss Buffy Summers."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Summers," William's mother said, taking her hand as William let it go. "I've heard such lovely things about you."
"It's a pleasure meeting you, too, Mrs.…" Buffy stopped, her eyes widening as she realized she didn't actually know William's last name. How could she never have bothered to find out the last name of the man she loved?
"Oh, you can call me Anne, dear," his mother replied. "I don't believe there's any real need for us to be so formal." She gave Buffy a warm smile.
Buffy found her nervousness had disappeared almost completely. William's mother was nothing like she had imagined. She was younger than Buffy had thought she would be, with blonde hair worn up in a French twist. Her eyes were blue like her son's, and just as bright and alive as his, too. Not at all the old, frail woman she'd expected from how William had spoken about her. "And you can call me Buffy," Buffy replied, returning the smile.
"Well, Buffy, dinner won't be much longer, but it isn't ready yet," Anne said. "Why don't we sit down for a bit, take the opportunity to get to know each other a little better?"
"Okay," Buffy replied, following Anne over to where there were a few chairs and a small sofa. Anne sat on one of the chairs while Buffy and William sat on the sofa across from her.
"The two of you do make such a lovely couple," Anne said, looking over the pair of teens.
"Thank you, Mother," William replied. "Although I believe that Buffy is the lovely part."
Anne rolled her eyes. "He's so modest. Just like his father. That man was absolutely gorgeous, but he never would admit to it." William blushed slightly, and Buffy put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.
"Tell me a little about yourself , Buffy," Anne requested. "You grew up in California?"
"Yes. Los Angeles. My father runs a business there," Buffy replied. "But I don't think I'll be going back to stay. I'm much happier here in England." Buffy gave a small glance towards William, the gesture highlighting what the main factor in that newfound happiness was.
"I'm very glad to hear that," Anne said. "And I'm also glad that you've taken so well to our country."
"It really is lovely here," Buffy replied. "It's very different from L.A., but it's been a good kind of different."
"Do your parents know you've decided to stay here?" Anne asked.
"Not yet. I haven't spoken to them since I made the decision. I don't think they'd care, though, to be honest. And Mr. Giles told me I could consider his home my own for as long as I want, regardless of what my parents have to say about it."
A small, almost imperceptible smile crossed Anne's lips. "Rupert is a very kind man."
"He is," Buffy agreed. "It's been nice to have a parental figure in my life that acts like an actual parent."
Anne gave Buffy a sympathetic look. "Trouble at home, dear?"
Buffy shifted, wondering if maybe she was saying too much to someone who—despite what she'd done with the woman's son—was a virtual stranger. Would William's mother look down on her if she knew all the problems with her family? Buffy looked away as she answered, "I don't think it's really home anymore."
"No, I guess it isn't," Anne said. "Well, I'm glad you've found a new home here. You seem like such a nice young woman. William and Rupert both speak so highly of you."
Buffy blushed slightly under the praise. "They may both be a little bias," she said softly.
"You seem darling to me as well," Anne told her, giving Buffy another warm smile.
William looked between his mother and his girlfriend, relieved that everything seemed to be going smoothly. He knew his mother well enough to know that she found Buffy to be utterly charming. He felt slightly foolish for worrying about this meeting, though he did have to admit that he hadn't expected Buffy to act so, well, demure .
The maid stepped in to announce dinner and William stood, helping both women to their feet before escorting them into the dining room.
*** *** ***
It wasn't until after dinner that William discovered the downside to your mother and girlfriend getting along. They returned to the parlor, only this time with Anne and Buffy on the sofa and William in the chair. The two women were chatting animatedly and William found his mind wandering.
Until something his mother said pulled him right back to reality.
"You know, when William was a small boy, he hated to take baths."
William's eyes bugged. His mother couldn't possibly be about to…
"It was such an ordeal to get him into the tub—especially when he'd manage to escape. There was this one time…"
William swallowed. She was! "Mother, I'm sure Buffy doesn't want to hear about that."
"Yes I do," Buffy said quickly. "Please, do go on." She turned to William for a moment, giving him a look that let him know she was fully aware of what she was doing to him.
Evil chit…
Anne cleared her throat. "I had the water drawn, everything ready for the bath, and there's two-year-old William refusing to get into the tub. He stood there at the side, arms crossed, and the most stubborn expression on his little face. Well, I was determined to get him to take his bath, so I went to grab him, only to have William wriggle out of my arms and take off at a mad sprint. He ran right down the stairs and out the front door, all the while screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Now, it wouldn't have been quite so bad, had it not been for the fact that I'd already gotten his clothes off. I think it was the first time anyone in this neighborhood saw a woman chasing a naked, screaming toddler down the road. Mrs. Collins up the street to this day refers to William as 'the streaker.'"
Buffy giggled, glancing over at William, who was now bright red. "Did you ever get him in the tub?" she asked.
"Yes. And by that point, he really did need it. There had been quite a heavy rain that day, and poor William slipped in a puddle, landing right in the mud. Gave me enough time to catch him, though."
"I bet William was adorable as a little boy," Buffy said, giving him a quick smile.
"Oh, he was," Anne replied. "Just precious." She reached out, patting her son's leg, making the blush on his face darken. "I have pictures up in my sitting room if you'd like to see them."
"I'd love to," Buffy said.
"Mum, please… Not the baby pictures," William begged.
"Buffy wants to see them, honey," Anne said as she stood. "It's right this way, Buffy, dear."
William sighed and followed them, deciding he should be there to know just what his mother was showing Buffy—even if the whole experience would most likely border on traumatic.
Anne pulled out the photo albums before settling down on the sitting room couch with Buffy, an album spread out over both their laps. William sat in a chair a little bit away, shifting uncomfortably as he watched them flipping through the pages.
Buffy pointed down to one. "Is that a dinosaur suit?"
William groaned. Hadn't the harrowing tale of his foiled bath time escape been enough humiliation for one night?
"Oh yes," Anne replied, ignoring her son. "William simply adored that suit. We had gone to see a museum exhibition on dinosaurs, and after that, he thought they were just the greatest thing. He wanted to wear that suit everywhere. He even cried when we told him he couldn't wear it to his aunt's wedding. Oh, and sometimes people would mistake him for a dragon, and his face would scrunch up in the most adorable angry expression and he'd stomp his foot and, 'Not dragon! Dinosaur!'"
William whimpered. Why hadn't he stuck with the plan where he kept the two of them apart?
Buffy and Anne had been flipping through the album for a while when the grandfather clock in the hall began to chime. Anne looked up. "Goodness, is it really that late? And both of you with class in the morning. I hate to send you home, Buffy, but you really should be getting some rest. You will come back and visit with me some more, won't you? Perhaps without him, seeing as he tends to be so stuffy." She nodded towards William.
"I would love to," Buffy replied.
"Can I veto that?" William asked.
"No," the two women replied in unison prompting a heavy sigh from William.
"Dear, do walk Buffy home, make sure she gets there safely," Anne said, smiling at her son.
"Of course," William said, taking Buffy's hand and helping her up from the couch.
"I had a very nice evening," Buffy said to Anne as she stood. "Thank you for allowing me to join you for dinner."
"It was my pleasure," Anne replied. She clasped Buffy's hand. "I'm very glad to have met you. I can certainly see why my son is so fond of you."
"And I can see why your son is the fine gentleman that he is," Buffy said.
"Oh, keep her," Anne said, turning to William. "She's good."
Buffy and William both chuckled at that. "Glad you approve, Mum."
"I do, William," Anne replied. "I really, really do."
*** *** ***
"I like your mom," Buffy said as she and William walked hand and hand over to Buffy's house. "She's really nice."
"She liked you, too."
"I'm glad. I wanted her to so badly, and I wanted it to all go smoothly. You mean so much to me, and if your mother hated me…"
"I know." William gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "But she doesn't. Even if I may have to now live out the rest of my life in complete and total shame."
"Those stories were cute."
"But do you still want to sleep with me now that you know of my wild past as a streaker with a penchant for dinosaur suits?"
Buffy laughed. "Yes." She tugged on his hand, getting him to stop with her. "As a matter of fact, I was thinking maybe I'd be joining you later this evening."
William's eyebrow arched. "Oh, really?"
"Yup. Would you be opposed to me climbing through your window in about an hour?"
"Not at all, pet," William replied with a slow grin.
"Good." Buffy gave him a quick kiss. "Because I don't want to have to sleep without you."
" Me either, kitten." William leaned down, meeting Buffy's lips again. She sighed against him, their arms going around each other as they embraced there on her front lawn.
*** *** ***
Buffy stopped short as she crept towards William's window, hearing a noise from behind her. Slowly, she turned around, gasping when she saw Giles. Her initial response was a spark of panic, afraid that Giles had caught her sneaking out and had come to yell at her, but then she saw the look on his face and realized he was just as surprised to see her as she was him.
"Were you sneaking in?" she asked, pointing towards the house.
Giles sighed. "I wasn't exactly sneaking ," he replied. "I was merely…quietly entering through the backdoor."
"Uh huh," Buffy said with a small grin, things clicking into place.
"And I suppose you were using the window?" Giles asked, gesturing to the window in question.
"That was the plan," Buffy admitted. "You're not going to yell at me about it, are you?"
"Would be a bit hypocritical of me."
"Yeah, it really would be."
Buffy and Giles stood facing each other for a moment, an awkward silence between them until Giles spoke. "So, um…backdoor."
"Window," Buffy replied.
"Right."
With a nod from both, they parted ways.
William was sitting on the edge of his bed when Buffy climbed in through the window. She walked over to him, straddling his legs before meeting his lips for a kiss.
"I missed you," William said as they broke apart for air.
"We were only apart for an hour," Buffy replied.
"A minute's too bloody long," William growled, flipping them so they were lying on the bed with Buffy pinned beneath him. "And it's been hours since I've been inside of you." He dipped his head, kissing her neck.
Buffy gasped, his touch exciting her, though one question remained on her mind after her brief run in with Giles. "William?"
He didn't look up, his lips staying against her skin. "Hmm?"
"Did you know about your mom and Giles?"
William froze. "What?"
"I caught Giles outside sneaking in through the backdoor."
William pulled up, looking at Buffy in horror. "Please tell me you're joking."
"Nope. I'm completely and totally serious."
"He…he couldn't be coming to see her."
Buffy cocked an eyebrow. "It's either that or he's making off with the good silver."
"He was sneaking in just now?" William asked. "When you were coming in?"
Buffy nodded. "I just finished talking to him."
"So he's probably in there now with… with my mother ." William made an expression of extreme distaste.
"More than likely."
William pulled up off of Buffy completely, sitting on the edge of the bed again, his head going down to rest in his hands. "Oh god."
Buffy perched up on her elbows. "It's not that big of a deal. Besides, it's sorta sweet."
" Sweet ? My mother is having sex!"
"What's wrong with that?"
William looked over at Buffy as if she were completely insane. "It's my mother and it's…" He stopped, shuddering.
"Well, then let's not think about it right now," Buffy said, coming up behind William and wrapping her arms around him. "Let's concentrate on something else." She ran her hands down his chest, leaning in to nip at his ear.
William settled into her embrace, his eyes closing before they popped open again. "I can't," he said.
Buffy pulled back, frowning in confusion. "What do you mean you can't?"
"I mean I can't . My mother's in the house…"
"We've done it with your mother in the house before," Buffy pointed out. "Several times."
"I know, but then she wasn't…" William shuddered again.
"You're not the tiniest bit hard right now, are you?" Buffy asked with a heavy sigh.
William turned and looked at her. "Well I was before you went and killed the mood!"
"I didn't think you'd react to it quite like this."
"So I'm supposed to stay in the mood knowing my mum's getting shagged right down the hall?" William paled as soon as those words were out of his mouth. "Oh bloody hell."
"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Buffy asked him.
"Oh god, yes. Now would be good."
William and Buffy stood, heading towards the door. With his hand on the knob, William stopped short. "We have to pass her room to get out."
"So? I doubt she would've left the door open," Buffy replied.
"I know, but we might be able to… hear something ."
Buffy paused, thinking about that for a moment. She could deal with the idea of Anne and Giles abstractly, but she was sure she'd be in the same state William was in now if it became a little more tangible—and audible. "Okay, you've got a good point with that. Wanna learn how to climb out of a window?"
"Anything to get me out of here."
Buffy took his hand. "It's easy. Just follow my lead."
*** *** ***
"It's really not that bad. Just a couple of scrapes," Buffy said soothingly, looking over William's face.
"Bloody tree," William muttered.
"You made it most of the way. Only missed those last couple of branches," Buffy replied. "This is going to sting a little."
William hissed as Buffy dabbed at the cuts on his face with an alcohol-dipped cotton ball. "It was worth it to get out of there, though," he said.
After she finished cleaning his wounds, Buffy reached over and put the cotton ball in the trash before kissing William's cheek, careful not to irritate the scratches. "Is the change of scenery making it better?"
"A little. It's been a very traumatic night, though. Still might need a little more…distraction." William gave her a crooked grin.
"I think I can provide that," Buffy said with a slow smile, dropping down to her knees in front of him. She unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his cock out into her hand. "This distracting?"
"Getting there," William replied. "It might help if you took off your top while you did that." He gave her a small wink.
"Happy to oblige," Buffy said, pulling her shirt over her head. "How about now?"
William looked down at the breasts displayed tantalizingly before him, barely covered by thin black lace. "Much better."
Buffy dipped her head, taking him into her mouth. From William's hiss of pleasure and the look on his face, she was sure that she'd successfully refocused his attention. His thoughts had narrowed now, centered on her and what she was doing to him, and she loved that she was that for him, that she was his world. She knew it went beyond the physical. He didn't lose his interest in her when she wasn't touching him, when she wasn't right there. She was in more than his thoughts. She was in his heart.
" Buffy …"
She looked up as William whispered her name, his body trembling. He was gorgeous, and he was hers. Buffy pulled up, responding to his sudden look of confusion by placing her hand against his chest and pushing him back onto the mattress. She pressed her body against his, leaning down with her mouth against his ear. "I want you inside me now."
William shivered, his arms going around her waist. Buffy pulled up, looking down into his eyes, the blue almost black with passion. The outside world had disappeared for both of them now, only love and lust still existing.
Buffy took hold of the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it off of his body and revealing his sculptured torso to her gaze. It was a sight that never ceased to amaze her as much as it had that first night when she'd discovered what he'd kept hidden under those loose clothes he used to wear. Pale skin pulled taut over tightly corded muscles, begging her to run her fingers down it, to touch this bit of perfection granted to her. William groaned as she did just that, his hips pushing up against her, showing her how desperate he was for more skin-to-skin contact.
She responded by sliding down his legs, removing his boots before tugging his jeans off, leaving him completely exposed to her. She climbed back up to his hips then, straddling his bare thighs.
William reached up, tangling his fingers in her hair to pull her mouth to his, kissing her until she was dizzy. Buffy panted as he pulled away, the desire in his eyes mirroring her own. Needing him inside of her, she reached down and unzipped her jeans, pushing at them almost frantically until she was able to kick off both the jeans and her shoes. She pulled back up then, William's hands going to her hips as she slid down, taking him all the way inside of her.
Their eyes locked as she rode him, saying more with a gaze than they ever could with words. Buffy moved her hips in a steady rhythm, whimpering with loss every time she pulled up and caused William to slide out almost completely. She needed him inside, needed him there to give her that feeling of completion.
Buffy felt herself nearing the edge already, the intensity of what she felt heightening her pleasure. She bucked up when her orgasm hit, calling William's name as she did. His grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into her hips. Buffy came down panting, but fell back into her rhythm as she saw William was still searching for his own release. His body was tense, set on edge, and Buffy leaned down, whispering in his ear the words she knew would push him over.
"I love you."
William came inside of her then, hard, his hips raising up from the bed, pushing him somehow deeper inside of her. Soon, Buffy's cries of pleasure joined his as his orgasm triggered a second one in her.
Buffy collapsed into William's arms, her head resting at the crook of his neck as he pressed soft kisses against her hair. After a few moments, Buffy looked up, finding his eyes again. "So where do things go from here? I mean, we're really together now, aren't we? I love you and you love me, and we're all official with the whole me meeting your mom thing, right?" She spoke quickly, a hint of nervousness still in her voice that William knew would take time for him to banish completely.
"Yeah, pet, we are," William replied. He stroked her cheek with his thumb. "You're mine now, Buffy."
"You're mine , too," she said.
"I know. For as long as you'll have me."
"I'll always have you, William. I couldn't live any other way. Not anymore." Buffy lowered her head again, resting it against his chest as William's hand came up to rub against her back. They were silent for a while until she spoke again. "William?"
"Yeah?"
"That whole you being a baron thing—it doesn't mean you're going to have an arranged marriage or something does it?"
William chuckled at her question, the sound rumbling through Buffy's body. "No, luv. We are a bit more progressive over here than that."
"Good. Because if you did have to, then I'd probably have to kill her, and it would just be one big mess."
"Somehow I don't doubt that one bit."
"It was all I could do to keep from ripping Cecily's arms off and beating her with them when I saw her touching you," Buffy said. "Only I get to do that."
"Barring that one rather unpleasant experience, you're the only one who ever has," William said, kissing the top of her head.
"Does that bother you?"
"Does it sound like it bothers me?"
Buffy looked up again, needing to see his eyes. "No, but maybe later, you'll start thinking about how you've only had me and wonder if maybe some other girl would…"
William pressed his finger against Buffy's mouth, silencing her. "Won't ever happen, Buffy. When I think about how it's only ever going to be you, it doesn't make me want to be with other women. It makes me feel damn lucky for finding the perfect woman the first time."
Buffy swallowed, his words bringing tears to her eyes. "I love you, William."
William leaned down, his lips almost brushing hers. "I love you, too," he replied before kissing her.
Buffy could still remember a project she'd done her freshman year of high school. The teacher had instructed the class to make a scrapbook depicting what they saw themselves doing after graduation. Buffy had been so sure of her future then. She was going to stay in L.A. and go to cosmetology school so she could be a professional stylist. Angel would already be halfway through college, and they'd be preparing for a future together, the whole marriage-and-kids package.
She hadn't gotten that. Instead, she was living in London, sharing a flat with a man she'd hadn't even known back then. Instead of cosmetology, she'd gone to school for psychology, finding herself more drawn to the subject that she'd ever thought she would be. She was a far cry from the girl she'd been when she'd planned her future out as a high school freshman, but she knew in her heart things had worked out for the best.
Now, she'd just finished her first year at the university, and had almost surprised herself with how well she'd done. Her final grades had been something to be proud of, and she'd decided to celebrate with a passion that had remained with her even when so many other things had changed—shopping.
Buffy looked up from the rack she was browsing, catching the eye of the man that was responsible for much of the good currently in her life. She hadn't been looking for love the night she'd met William, but she'd found it all the same. He'd been the most shy, unassuming person she'd ever met, yet he'd turned her world upside down, changing everything she wanted, everything she needed.
William grinned at her from where he stood, the confidence that was clear in his stance a far cry from what he'd been a year before. Buffy knew she'd made him a man in more ways than one.
It was then that she noticed where he had ended up, and rolled her eyes. "Come back over here," she said.
"I like it here better," William replied, running his tongue over his teeth. He reached on to the rack, picking one of the garments and holding it up. "How about this, kitten?" he asked, his grin turning to a leer.
Buffy eyed the scrap of red lace. "I'm not underwear shopping today, Will," she replied.
"You can never have too many pairs of skimpy panties pet," William said. "Oooh…what about these?" He pulled out a black pair decorated with silver glitter. "Oh, these are nice, too…"
Buffy glanced over, seeing a couple of older women across the store eyeing them disapprovingly. She walked over to William, her hands on her hips. "Knock it off."
William pulled another pair off the rack. "I'd rather take these off of you. Maybe with my teeth." He waggled his eyebrows.
Buffy tried to look annoyed, but couldn't hide the smile that was creeping to her lips. "You're making old people stare at us," she said in a whisper.
"They're just jealous because no one wants to see them in sexy knickers," William replied.
Buffy's nose wrinkled. "Gee, honey, thanks a lot for that mental image."
"Says the woman who let the cat out of the bag about my mother and Giles. You know, I was completely happy living in denial about that."
"Could you get over that already?" Buffy said, rolling her eyes. "It's been over a year. I thought you would've dealt with it by now."
"No. No dealing. Repressing . Much better for my sanity," William replied.
"They are very happy together," Buffy pointed out.
"Yes. Very happy in their completely non-sexual friendship," William said, arms crossed over his chest.
"You are too pathetic," Buffy said, shaking her head.
"Only sex I want to think about is the kind involving you, luv," William replied. He stepped closer to her, his hand reaching out to brush her arm. "Speaking of…" He looked her up and down with a leer.
" Nuh -uh. I wanna shop now," Buffy said, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're just going to have to be patient, mister."
William pouted. "But I'm bored."
"You're like a little boy sometimes, you know that?" Buffy said. He responded by continuing to look pitiful, bouncing on the balls of his feet with barely contained energy. "Okay, how about this," she said with a sigh. "You stay over here and pick out underwear for me while I shop for real clothes. Deal?"
William's eyes lit up. "And you'll wear it for me when we get home?"
"Yes, dear."
"Deal made then."
Buffy smiled as she kissed him, unable to find him anything but adorable. She'd been drawn to him from the start, attracted to the shy, innocent boy she'd found with a broken heart. But the man he'd become—the man she'd showed him how to be—was everything she could ever ask for in a lover.
No, her life hadn't turned out the way she'd once planned.
It had turned out better.
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