ONE NORMAL LIFE / TWO EXTRAORDINARY LIVES
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
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210
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11,817
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182
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LEAP OF FAITH
CHAPTER 118 - LEAP OF FAITH
They drove home in silence, both of them being rather in shock. Buffy held onto William's hand the whole time, forgetting her own rule of two hands on the wheel, as he was still a 'new' driver this time around.
William pulled up in front of the house and turned off the car. He looked down at her hand, linked tightly in his, then up at her face. Their free hands went around each other and they kissed for a few minutes, until with exact timing, both stopped, nodded to each other and got out of the car.
William carried in the bags from Edna in one arm, his other held onto by Elizabeth.
They still didn’t speak as they quickly put away the food, or as she took his hand and led him into the bedroom.
There was a shyness between them, that belied the fact that they’d been living together for the past eight months, as if something had shifted, which of course, it had.
A leap of faith, despite all they knew, and didn’t know, commitment to an unknown future.
Buffy released his hand, once inside the bedroom and they stood there staring at each other for a moment. Her eyes never leaving his face, she began to uns uns until she stood naked before him.
William stood watching transfixed, his mouth gone dry, as he watched her, looked at her body, saw the rise and fall of her chest. His own heartbeat increased and he felt himself harden at the sight of her.
His gaze traveled back up to her face and he shook his head slightly in wonder, as he crossed the space between them and pulled her into his arms.
“I love you,” he said, kissing her softly, “be mine.”
She looked at him quizzically for half a second, before he added, “Valentine?”
Buffy giggled a little, remembering seeing the forgotten card on the kitchen table, when they were putting away the food, “I will. I am...yours.”
She put her arms around his neck, and she kissed him, as her body molded to his. Their kisses grew more passionate and tongues vied for dominance, as both the friction of his clothes and his desire against her bare flesh, increased her level of excitement, which served to make her all trembly in the knees.
Not to mention the deliciousness of being the only one naked at the moment,
He smiled and arched his eyebrows in a most self-satisfied way, when he heard her little gasping noise, when he suddenly swooped her up and carried her over to the bed.
He followed her down, as she pulled him on top of her, legs locking around his, as her hands went under his shirt, pulling it from his waistband, coming around to undo the buttons. That finished, he shifted, arm to arm, as she helped pull off his sleeves. He felt her smile as he kissed her, as the process became awkward, and he smiled, too, matching the shape of his mouth to hers, while their bodies melded together, as well.
Legs still locked around his; he pulled them over, until she was on top. She sat up, as they both worked on the belt, button, and zipper of his pants. She pulled them down his legs, watching his face, as she did so.
William’s eyes were half closed as she moved her hands down his thighs, then over his calves, his feet, ever so gently, ever so sensually; fingertips barely dancing along his skin, but enough to make him harder, still, at the anticipation.
Pants removed, Buffy came back up his legs slowly; hands, body, mouth, until she was sitting on top him, the only thing between them now was his soft black boxers. He groaned, as he felt her wet heat centered on top of him, rubbing him in all the right ways ope opened his eyes and pulled her down to him, kissing her, while they still rocked together.
His mouth sought her breast and he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his teeth just barely rasping against the soft flesh of it, as she liked, causing her to gasp as she both tried to pull away and urge him on, simultaneously. He switched sides, his hand holding onto the underside of her breast, guiding it, other hand cupping her bottom, while her hands pulled at his hair, ran along his face and neck.
His face came up to hers, seeking her mouth, and they rolled to their sides. He pulled off his boxers and pressed himself against her and her leg automatically went up around his hip, maneuvering for the best position.
Buffy reached down and grabbed hold of him, guided him, until she felt him starting to slowly slide into her. She made a little hitching sound in her throat, as she was completely filled by him, as they both pushed together. She arched slightly backwards, to give him the right leverage. William’s head went down to her breast, suckling it, as the lower half of their bodies moved in perfect rhythm.
She was always amazed by the power of her desire for him; from the moment he touched her just so, to the act itself. Her body seemed to have a memory of its own, as if it could only be pleased by him, and never enough, all jumbled up together.
From the short amount of time she had studied psychology in college, she could surmise that it was her id, the pleasure center that wanted what it wanted. She could also surmise, that it was this id, which had been at work mostly, when she’d first began the torrid affair with Spike, after she’d been resurrd, wd, which nearly destroyed them. Want. Take. Have. That was pretty much her id’s motto at the time.
But the feelings she had now, every time they made lovsn’tsn’t like that at all. It was deeper than id alone, it was what it felt like in her heart, her soul, her mind, as well as the deep pleasure it gave her body. It was being loved, totally. It was love.
William gasped softly at the exquisite feeling, as he slid into her warm depths. As always, he had to steer himself to not lose it completely right then and there. Every time was like a first time for him, discovering her body’s secrets within the depths of her womanly embrace. William knew that he’d never tire of discovering them. Never. Knew that her body was made for his, from the moment she’d come into his arms in the hospital, and obviously, before that, too. Knew that God, in his infinite wisdom, had led them to each other again, given them a second chance. Knew that she was meant to be his, to love, adore, protect, and all that, above all others. Knew that his pathetic poetic expressions and fantasies he’d had as a young man could never do justice to the look on her face when he made love to her; when he’d see the beauty of her heart and soul in her eyes, see the love for him there.
“Love you...William...love you,” Buffy cried out, orgasm shaking her body. A few moments later, William followed her into bliss.
He lay still on top her for a few moments, as she still tightly gripped him. As she relaxed, he rolled off onto his back and pulled her towards him, until her head lay against his chest put put his hand to her face and cradled it, as he reached down and kissed the top of her head.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Elizabeth,” he whispered to her, “love you.”
“Happy Valentine’s...Day...you, too,” she mumbled, lulled to sleep by the beat of his heart.
END CHAPTER 118
They drove home in silence, both of them being rather in shock. Buffy held onto William's hand the whole time, forgetting her own rule of two hands on the wheel, as he was still a 'new' driver this time around.
William pulled up in front of the house and turned off the car. He looked down at her hand, linked tightly in his, then up at her face. Their free hands went around each other and they kissed for a few minutes, until with exact timing, both stopped, nodded to each other and got out of the car.
William carried in the bags from Edna in one arm, his other held onto by Elizabeth.
They still didn’t speak as they quickly put away the food, or as she took his hand and led him into the bedroom.
There was a shyness between them, that belied the fact that they’d been living together for the past eight months, as if something had shifted, which of course, it had.
A leap of faith, despite all they knew, and didn’t know, commitment to an unknown future.
Buffy released his hand, once inside the bedroom and they stood there staring at each other for a moment. Her eyes never leaving his face, she began to uns uns until she stood naked before him.
William stood watching transfixed, his mouth gone dry, as he watched her, looked at her body, saw the rise and fall of her chest. His own heartbeat increased and he felt himself harden at the sight of her.
His gaze traveled back up to her face and he shook his head slightly in wonder, as he crossed the space between them and pulled her into his arms.
“I love you,” he said, kissing her softly, “be mine.”
She looked at him quizzically for half a second, before he added, “Valentine?”
Buffy giggled a little, remembering seeing the forgotten card on the kitchen table, when they were putting away the food, “I will. I am...yours.”
She put her arms around his neck, and she kissed him, as her body molded to his. Their kisses grew more passionate and tongues vied for dominance, as both the friction of his clothes and his desire against her bare flesh, increased her level of excitement, which served to make her all trembly in the knees.
Not to mention the deliciousness of being the only one naked at the moment,
He smiled and arched his eyebrows in a most self-satisfied way, when he heard her little gasping noise, when he suddenly swooped her up and carried her over to the bed.
He followed her down, as she pulled him on top of her, legs locking around his, as her hands went under his shirt, pulling it from his waistband, coming around to undo the buttons. That finished, he shifted, arm to arm, as she helped pull off his sleeves. He felt her smile as he kissed her, as the process became awkward, and he smiled, too, matching the shape of his mouth to hers, while their bodies melded together, as well.
Legs still locked around his; he pulled them over, until she was on top. She sat up, as they both worked on the belt, button, and zipper of his pants. She pulled them down his legs, watching his face, as she did so.
William’s eyes were half closed as she moved her hands down his thighs, then over his calves, his feet, ever so gently, ever so sensually; fingertips barely dancing along his skin, but enough to make him harder, still, at the anticipation.
Pants removed, Buffy came back up his legs slowly; hands, body, mouth, until she was sitting on top him, the only thing between them now was his soft black boxers. He groaned, as he felt her wet heat centered on top of him, rubbing him in all the right ways ope opened his eyes and pulled her down to him, kissing her, while they still rocked together.
His mouth sought her breast and he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his teeth just barely rasping against the soft flesh of it, as she liked, causing her to gasp as she both tried to pull away and urge him on, simultaneously. He switched sides, his hand holding onto the underside of her breast, guiding it, other hand cupping her bottom, while her hands pulled at his hair, ran along his face and neck.
His face came up to hers, seeking her mouth, and they rolled to their sides. He pulled off his boxers and pressed himself against her and her leg automatically went up around his hip, maneuvering for the best position.
Buffy reached down and grabbed hold of him, guided him, until she felt him starting to slowly slide into her. She made a little hitching sound in her throat, as she was completely filled by him, as they both pushed together. She arched slightly backwards, to give him the right leverage. William’s head went down to her breast, suckling it, as the lower half of their bodies moved in perfect rhythm.
She was always amazed by the power of her desire for him; from the moment he touched her just so, to the act itself. Her body seemed to have a memory of its own, as if it could only be pleased by him, and never enough, all jumbled up together.
From the short amount of time she had studied psychology in college, she could surmise that it was her id, the pleasure center that wanted what it wanted. She could also surmise, that it was this id, which had been at work mostly, when she’d first began the torrid affair with Spike, after she’d been resurrd, wd, which nearly destroyed them. Want. Take. Have. That was pretty much her id’s motto at the time.
But the feelings she had now, every time they made lovsn’tsn’t like that at all. It was deeper than id alone, it was what it felt like in her heart, her soul, her mind, as well as the deep pleasure it gave her body. It was being loved, totally. It was love.
William gasped softly at the exquisite feeling, as he slid into her warm depths. As always, he had to steer himself to not lose it completely right then and there. Every time was like a first time for him, discovering her body’s secrets within the depths of her womanly embrace. William knew that he’d never tire of discovering them. Never. Knew that her body was made for his, from the moment she’d come into his arms in the hospital, and obviously, before that, too. Knew that God, in his infinite wisdom, had led them to each other again, given them a second chance. Knew that she was meant to be his, to love, adore, protect, and all that, above all others. Knew that his pathetic poetic expressions and fantasies he’d had as a young man could never do justice to the look on her face when he made love to her; when he’d see the beauty of her heart and soul in her eyes, see the love for him there.
“Love you...William...love you,” Buffy cried out, orgasm shaking her body. A few moments later, William followed her into bliss.
He lay still on top her for a few moments, as she still tightly gripped him. As she relaxed, he rolled off onto his back and pulled her towards him, until her head lay against his chest put put his hand to her face and cradled it, as he reached down and kissed the top of her head.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Elizabeth,” he whispered to her, “love you.”
“Happy Valentine’s...Day...you, too,” she mumbled, lulled to sleep by the beat of his heart.
END CHAPTER 118