ONE NORMAL LIFE / TWO EXTRAORDINARY LIVES
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210
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THE FIFTY MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION
CHAPTER 153 - THE FIFTY MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION
Never had a shower felt so good, as this one had. Not even when she’d washed off demon muck and vampire dust, on a nightly basis.
When she was finished, she put on her warm, flannel nightgown; then came into the bedroom. William was sitting on the bed; he looked up at her, his heart fluttered in his chest at the sight of her and other parts stirred, as well. Then just as quickly, he remembered it all; the reasons that had brought them to this point, and he looked down, ashamed.
Buffy had seen the look of desire in his eyes, and had started towards him, then just as quickly had seen them extinguished. She stopped in her tracks, waiting.
“I just need to...use the bathroom,” William said softly.
“Okay,” Buffy answered, stepping aside, as he went in.
She crawled into bed, wondering if he was going to stay in the bedroom with her at all.
She heard him come out, then hesitate as he neared the bed. A small, quiet, shuddering sigh escaped his lips, as he crawled under the covers. He turned to face her, searching her eyes for something, as he hesitantly put his arm around her.
Buffy put her hand up to his face, brushing back some of the hair from his forehead. His nose was nearly touching hers, and his lips were only about 2” from hers. If only one of them just moved slightly...
He did.
“William,” she moaned into his mouth, as they kissed hungrily, their tongues vying for dominance. Her arm went around his neck, pulling him in closer to her.
“You okay?” she asked, as he winced.
He nodded, “Just my leg, it’s okay now,” he said, as he pulled up her nightgown. She helped him, pulling it off, over her head. His hand found her breast, as did his mouth. She moaned in pleasure, even as tears ran down her face.
“Touch me,” he commanded her.
She reached down, and freed him from his pajama bottoms. She stroked him with her hand, then kissed down his stomach, until she gently took him into her mouth. He pulled her back up, shaking his head. He kissed her again, and she took hold of him, guiding him into her.
They looked at each other, almost in shock, as much as pleasure, at the moment of full penetration.
“Elizabeth,” he said, closing his eyes, giving himself over to desire.
“Love you...love you William,” Buffy gasped, as his hands pulled her hips down to meet his almost desperate thrusts.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Where did you go?” he asked softly, afterwards, as they lay in each other’s arms. He was rubbing her back lightly with his injured hand, making shivers run up and down her spine.
“I’m right here,” she answered.
“No. Earlier.”
“Oh...”
She told him how she’d planned to just go to the store, but then not wanting to run into anyone, she’d decided to go to San Marcos. Once she’d gotten on the highway, she just kept driving until she got to San Juan Capistrano.
“I...it was...it was your birthday today, and I couldn’t do anything to make it better for you...I was so...sad. Not just for you, but for me, too. I just...wound up there, talked to the ghosts of our past, but that only made me unhappier; like you weren’t here anymore...like when you’d died.”
She hugged him tighter, as tears spilled out at the memories of loss she’d felt.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” he said, holding her to him. He kissed the top of her head, closing his eyes, as he inhaled the scent of her shampoo.
She took a deep breath; “Then I went to L.A., with the intent to kill Angel.”
William stiffened, and let go of her. He looked at her, and she nodded.
“Are you mad? You could’ve been hurt yourself, killed! You know what he’s capable of...?”
“Yes, and do you know what a brassed off slayer ipablpable of?”
He shook his head.
“Actually, you do, but...”
He harrumphed; “Guess I would, eh?”
“A long time ago, William. I’m sorry, I...” she put her hand up to his face, but he pulled back.
“What happened?”
“s tos too late,” she said, and told him what the Senior Partners had told her about what had happened to Angel.
He was quiet for a while afterwards. Finally he looked at her, “What was he to you? Angel? Were you and he...?”
Buffy bit her lower lip, then looked him in the eyes, “Yes. He was my first, though afterwards...” she shook her head.
“Afterwards?”
“He lost his soul after we...after we did it. He didn’t go looking to get his soul back like Spike; like you did. His was a curse, done to him by Gypsies whose family or daughter he had killed. He was cursed to carry the weight of all he had done when he was soulless, as Angelus. As the curse went, he would lose his soul again, if he had one true moment of happiness...”
“And you were it? You were his one true moment of happiness?” William asked, looking intently at her.
“I guess so,” she said, softly. “Afterwards, he tried to kill me. First though, he tried to terrorize my friends and family. He killed Giles’ girlfriend, and he nearly destroyed the world, by bringing forth Acathla, who would suck the world into it’s...long story, let’s just say he nearly did. During that time, you and I had fought, and you had gotten hurt pretty badly; an organ had fallen on you.”
William flinched.
“I’m sorry.”
“No,” he shook his head, “go on.”
“You were in a wheelchair, but you faked it longer than you had to, and you came to me. You wanted to stop him, too.”
“Because he was going to end the world?”
Buffy nodded, “Yes, you told me that you liked the world, and some other things. You just wanted to be able to take Dru and get out of Sunnydale. That was the first time we made a deal to fign thn the same side, more or less. You even managed to talk Angel out of killing Giles.”
“I see. Anyway, I take it he didn’t succeed; in ending the world that is.”
“No, and I killed him. Willow had found the curse, and had restored his soul, just as I had to drive a sword through his heart, closing the portal to hell he had opened.”
“But how did he...?”
Buffy shrugged, “I’m not exactly sure. Suddenly, he was just back. That, and around Sunnydale, death isn’t always the end. Obviously,” she said, pointing to herself, then William.
“Obviously,” he acquiesced.
“You loved him,” he said after a moment.
“Yes, once. But not like I loved you; like I still love you, William,” she said reaching out to him, but he rolled over onto his back.
She sighed, laying back on hers, as well.
“Were there others?”
“Other what, lovers?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice strained.
“Does it matter?”
“I don’t know. I mean no. Did you...sleep with other vampires?”
“What do you think, William?” she asked turning to look at him.
“I don’t know what to think, now do I?”
“No,” she answered, looking him in the eyes; “my only vampire lovers were you and Angel. Are you satisfied now?” she asked, coolly.
He turned to look at her, raising up on his elbow, and shook his head, “What was the hell was the matter with you?”
Buffy opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She lay back down on her pillow, looking up at the ceiling, as tears came to her eyes.
That was the fifty million-dollar question, now wasn’t it?
END CHAPTER 153
Never had a shower felt so good, as this one had. Not even when she’d washed off demon muck and vampire dust, on a nightly basis.
When she was finished, she put on her warm, flannel nightgown; then came into the bedroom. William was sitting on the bed; he looked up at her, his heart fluttered in his chest at the sight of her and other parts stirred, as well. Then just as quickly, he remembered it all; the reasons that had brought them to this point, and he looked down, ashamed.
Buffy had seen the look of desire in his eyes, and had started towards him, then just as quickly had seen them extinguished. She stopped in her tracks, waiting.
“I just need to...use the bathroom,” William said softly.
“Okay,” Buffy answered, stepping aside, as he went in.
She crawled into bed, wondering if he was going to stay in the bedroom with her at all.
She heard him come out, then hesitate as he neared the bed. A small, quiet, shuddering sigh escaped his lips, as he crawled under the covers. He turned to face her, searching her eyes for something, as he hesitantly put his arm around her.
Buffy put her hand up to his face, brushing back some of the hair from his forehead. His nose was nearly touching hers, and his lips were only about 2” from hers. If only one of them just moved slightly...
He did.
“William,” she moaned into his mouth, as they kissed hungrily, their tongues vying for dominance. Her arm went around his neck, pulling him in closer to her.
“You okay?” she asked, as he winced.
He nodded, “Just my leg, it’s okay now,” he said, as he pulled up her nightgown. She helped him, pulling it off, over her head. His hand found her breast, as did his mouth. She moaned in pleasure, even as tears ran down her face.
“Touch me,” he commanded her.
She reached down, and freed him from his pajama bottoms. She stroked him with her hand, then kissed down his stomach, until she gently took him into her mouth. He pulled her back up, shaking his head. He kissed her again, and she took hold of him, guiding him into her.
They looked at each other, almost in shock, as much as pleasure, at the moment of full penetration.
“Elizabeth,” he said, closing his eyes, giving himself over to desire.
“Love you...love you William,” Buffy gasped, as his hands pulled her hips down to meet his almost desperate thrusts.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Where did you go?” he asked softly, afterwards, as they lay in each other’s arms. He was rubbing her back lightly with his injured hand, making shivers run up and down her spine.
“I’m right here,” she answered.
“No. Earlier.”
“Oh...”
She told him how she’d planned to just go to the store, but then not wanting to run into anyone, she’d decided to go to San Marcos. Once she’d gotten on the highway, she just kept driving until she got to San Juan Capistrano.
“I...it was...it was your birthday today, and I couldn’t do anything to make it better for you...I was so...sad. Not just for you, but for me, too. I just...wound up there, talked to the ghosts of our past, but that only made me unhappier; like you weren’t here anymore...like when you’d died.”
She hugged him tighter, as tears spilled out at the memories of loss she’d felt.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” he said, holding her to him. He kissed the top of her head, closing his eyes, as he inhaled the scent of her shampoo.
She took a deep breath; “Then I went to L.A., with the intent to kill Angel.”
William stiffened, and let go of her. He looked at her, and she nodded.
“Are you mad? You could’ve been hurt yourself, killed! You know what he’s capable of...?”
“Yes, and do you know what a brassed off slayer ipablpable of?”
He shook his head.
“Actually, you do, but...”
He harrumphed; “Guess I would, eh?”
“A long time ago, William. I’m sorry, I...” she put her hand up to his face, but he pulled back.
“What happened?”
“s tos too late,” she said, and told him what the Senior Partners had told her about what had happened to Angel.
He was quiet for a while afterwards. Finally he looked at her, “What was he to you? Angel? Were you and he...?”
Buffy bit her lower lip, then looked him in the eyes, “Yes. He was my first, though afterwards...” she shook her head.
“Afterwards?”
“He lost his soul after we...after we did it. He didn’t go looking to get his soul back like Spike; like you did. His was a curse, done to him by Gypsies whose family or daughter he had killed. He was cursed to carry the weight of all he had done when he was soulless, as Angelus. As the curse went, he would lose his soul again, if he had one true moment of happiness...”
“And you were it? You were his one true moment of happiness?” William asked, looking intently at her.
“I guess so,” she said, softly. “Afterwards, he tried to kill me. First though, he tried to terrorize my friends and family. He killed Giles’ girlfriend, and he nearly destroyed the world, by bringing forth Acathla, who would suck the world into it’s...long story, let’s just say he nearly did. During that time, you and I had fought, and you had gotten hurt pretty badly; an organ had fallen on you.”
William flinched.
“I’m sorry.”
“No,” he shook his head, “go on.”
“You were in a wheelchair, but you faked it longer than you had to, and you came to me. You wanted to stop him, too.”
“Because he was going to end the world?”
Buffy nodded, “Yes, you told me that you liked the world, and some other things. You just wanted to be able to take Dru and get out of Sunnydale. That was the first time we made a deal to fign thn the same side, more or less. You even managed to talk Angel out of killing Giles.”
“I see. Anyway, I take it he didn’t succeed; in ending the world that is.”
“No, and I killed him. Willow had found the curse, and had restored his soul, just as I had to drive a sword through his heart, closing the portal to hell he had opened.”
“But how did he...?”
Buffy shrugged, “I’m not exactly sure. Suddenly, he was just back. That, and around Sunnydale, death isn’t always the end. Obviously,” she said, pointing to herself, then William.
“Obviously,” he acquiesced.
“You loved him,” he said after a moment.
“Yes, once. But not like I loved you; like I still love you, William,” she said reaching out to him, but he rolled over onto his back.
She sighed, laying back on hers, as well.
“Were there others?”
“Other what, lovers?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice strained.
“Does it matter?”
“I don’t know. I mean no. Did you...sleep with other vampires?”
“What do you think, William?” she asked turning to look at him.
“I don’t know what to think, now do I?”
“No,” she answered, looking him in the eyes; “my only vampire lovers were you and Angel. Are you satisfied now?” she asked, coolly.
He turned to look at her, raising up on his elbow, and shook his head, “What was the hell was the matter with you?”
Buffy opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She lay back down on her pillow, looking up at the ceiling, as tears came to her eyes.
That was the fifty million-dollar question, now wasn’t it?
END CHAPTER 153