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The Making of a Man	By : Evenstar Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Making of a Man III
�2003 Evenstar
"William!" Buffy whispered hoarsely in his ear,"We can't. Not here!"

"But I must have you, my love!" William exclaimed as he pulled her into the alcove near the pantry at the home of William's colleague from the Gentleman's Lity Cly Club. There was a party going on not two rooms away, all of London's high society gathered. Three weeks ago, at another event held by the Addams' family, which included William's former infatuation Cecily, William had announced his engagement to the ravishing Miss Buffy Summers. The other women, who had always scoffed at the mere notion of William as a potential suitor, suddenly became curious as to what this seemingly bright young woman saw in the meek little poet. The men on the other had, though wondering the same thing, saw William in a new light. Of course, he was deemed their equal for the simple fact that his fortune rivaled and in some cases surpassed theirs. Furthermore the youthful Miss Summers looked upon him with such devotion and admiration that they wondered if there was more to William than met the eye.

It was obvious that William and Buffy were in love.

"But we could get caught!" He growled at her ear, gathering up the layers of her gown and petticoat in an effort to reach his prize.

"Danger and intrigue, darling Buffy, makes this all the more exciting." His hands slid up the back of her bare thighs. Buffy had foregone several layers of Victorian garb, none of the constricting undergarments appealed to her. The corset however seemed a necessary evil, the dresses didn't fit properly otherwise."Now who's the saucy one, eh?" This was in reaction to finding her sweet center naked and exposed to him, already wet with desire. He went to kiss her, but she stopped him with her index finger on his lips.

"You'll mess up my face. We have to go back into the party after." He conceded and went for her neck, but she impeded him there also,"They'll know..."

"Perhaps I wish them to know, know that this fiery goddess is mine."

"And what will they think of me? That I got your fortune by using my body and not my mind or heart?"

"God, r, lr, love...it's simply not true!"

"But they don't know that....so..."

"My wife will be held in the highest regard by them all. I'll never shame you. Perhaps then...."

"We should be quiet." He cocked his head to one side, rather surprised,"I love you, and in two weeks we'll take our vows in a church, before God, promising ourselves to each other forever. In my heart, you're already my husband."

"Buffy, you've been my salvation!" Spike's words from just before she'd taken in the Prokaryote Stone this last time echoed in her ears. She smiled at William and pulled him into the shadows and up against her. Her back was against the wall, the two of them completely concealed as William fumbled with his trousers at the same time as keeping Buffy's skirts up. Once his erection was finally released, he took hold of her by the hips and lifted her up. They locked eyes as he lowered her down on him. He penetrated her slowly, pulling her down on him and stretching her until he was y eny engulfed inside her warmth.

He rested his cheek next to hers, so he could talk in her ear as he fucked her. He put her back against the wall, holding her up on his cock and ground against her hard. He heard her stifle a cry and it thrilled him. He moved slowly, holding her thighs around his waist, barely thrusting, just enough to make her melt and quiver all around him. Buffy gripped his shoulders for support, ankles locked behind him and bucked her hips to meet each thrust.

"Tell me you love me, Buffy," William begged, moving quicker, desperate for release.

"You know I love you, William. I love you so much. Don't ever stop! Want you with me always...always! William!"

"Shhh...pet." He'd called her pet, just like Spike did. Her orgasm was instantaneous. William was stalled when she clamped down on him. She had him at a vice grip, massaging his cock with ripples of her muscles, wringing his own release from him. He shot one long stream of hot liquid into her accepting, hungry body, feeling himself milked for every last drop.

It was some time before William could get Buffy to unhook her legs from around his waist. Suddenly realizing that his trousers were down around his ankles and that his intended's silky white thighs were clutching his hips was mortifyingly embarrassing. He'd let his passion for her get the better of his gentlemanly ways. It both thrilled and tour engagement to Lord Dandridge," replied Buffy.

"I thank you kindly and congratulations on....er, Mr. Harcourt." The girls all held in their laughter, must've been hard in those corsets.

"Thank you, I know we'll be very happy. It's not often that a woman is lucky enough to find a man who loves her soul more than her dowry." That seemed to give them pause, knowing full well that there was no love between Cecily and Dandridge, it was purely a financial transaction between her intended and her father.

"Has he written you any of his poems?" Bitch, thought Buffy, you have no idea who you're up against.

"Several, he recites them to me while we're making love. He's getting better at it, the poetry that is, he's already an absolute artist with the lovemaking." There was a collective gasp from the trio of snobs. The book slipped off Cecily's lap and fell open. Buffy just about burst out laughing herself when she saw what they were looking at. Open on the page was a scientific illustration of male genitalia. Buffy picked up the book and examined the page, frowning."Kinda small, don't you think? I mean, compared to William that is. No, really. We're talking huge." The girl beside Cecily, named Harriet Windling, rose and snatched the book from Buffy's hands.

"My father is the Prince of Wales' personal physician I'll have youw,"w," she said.

"Okay, hooray for you. Was that your round about way of saying you stole it from your father? Cause, eww!"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Seriously, stop with the looking and go for it! There's tonnes of hotties here tonight." The three girls were getting rather huffy at Buffy's bold, brazen manners."Calm down or you'll all faint and I am so no gonna do the fanning, smelling salts thing for you." I have got to get these girls HBO, maybe a little eye opening wither aer as Folk. Cause you know, men are like a dollar bill. One crisp slip of green, cool, what's better than that? Well, two of them! Buffy, get back on topic!

"Are we to believe, Miss Summers, that you have already surrendered your virtue! Unmarried?!"

"Oh pffft! What's with the medical text book? You're not going to learn a thing about it from there. My advice, ladies, forget money, status, manners and anything else you've been told about how to behave. Find a good man who will love you with with all his heart and soul, who will fill your life with passion, poems, laughter and so much love that you think you can't possibly get and happier and then he does something so simple as smile at you from across the room, or he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, and then you fall in love with him all over again. A good marriage isn't based on money or what other people will think you....it's about blood, soul, heart and fire. That is William Harcourt. And hell, he's fantastic in bed." The other three ladies stared at Buffy with mouths agape and a collective swooning appearing immanent.

William appeared behind Buffy, gently brushing her shoulder with his fingertips to alert her to his presence."Good evening ladies," he acknowledged briefly, but all his attention belong to Buffy."Darling, would you care for a dance? There is waltzing in the ball room."

"That would be lovely," Buffy smiled. William turned to go and offered her his arm. Buffy flashed the still shell shocked girls a winning smile and then held her hands up approximately a dozen inches apart and mouthed the word huge at them before turning towards William and slipping her arm around his. Harriet fainted dead away.
It was becoming routine now, Spike would wake a few moments before Buffy, and was able to catch the Prokaryote Stone in their locket, safe and private for next time. It was taking longer for y toy to rouse herself from the experience, and now needed for Spike to bring her back the rest of the way with a few gentle slaps to her face or a good shake. When she opened her eyes she smiled at him and stretched out.

"That was fun!" she said, feeling extremely satisfied with puour engagement to Lord Dandridge," replied Buffy.

"I thank you kindly and congratulations on....er, Mr. Harcourt." The girls all held in their laughter, must've been hard in those corsets.

"Thank you, I know we'll be very happy. It's not often that a woman is lucky enough to find a man who loves her soul more than her dowry." That seemed to give them pause, knowing full well that there was no love between Cecily and Dandridge, it was purely a financial transaction between her intended and her father.

"Has he written you any of his poems?" Bitch, thought Buffy, you have no idea who you're up against.

"Several, he recites them to me while we're making love. He's getting better at it, the poetry that is, he's already an absolute artist with the lovemaking." There was a collective gasp from the trio of snobs. The book slipped off Cecily's lap and fell open. Buffy just about burst out laughing herself when she saw what they were looking at. Open on the page was a scientific illustration of male genitalia. Buffy picked up the book and examined the page, frowning."Kinda small, don't you think? I mean, compared to William that is. No, really. We're talking huge." The girl beside Cecily, named Harriet Windling, rose and snatched the book from Buffy's hands.

"My father is the Prince of Wales' personal physician I'll have you know," she said.

"Okay, hooray for you. Was that your round about way of saying you stole it from your father? Cause, eww!"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Seriously, stop with the looking and go for it! There's tonnes of hotties here tonight." The three girls were getting rather huffy at Buffy's bold, brazen manners."Calm down or you'll all faint and I am so no gonna do the fanning, smelling salts thing for you." I have got to get these girls HBO, maybe a little eye opening with Queer as Folk. Cause you know, men are like a dollar bill. One crisp slip of green, cool, what's better than that? Well, two of them! Buffy, get back on topic!

"Are we to believe, Miss Summers, that you have already surrendered your virtue! Unmarried?!"

"Oh pffft! What's with the medical text book? You're not going to learn a thing about it from there. My advice, ladies, forget money, status, manners and anything else you've been told about how to behave. Find a good man who will love you with with all his heart and soul, who will fill your life with passion, poems, laughter and so much love that you think you can't possibly get and happier and then he does something so simple as smile at you from across the room, or he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, and then you fall in love with him all over again. A good marriage isn't based on money or what other people will think you....it's about blood, soul, heart and fire. That is William Harcourt. And hell, he's fantastic in bed." The other three ladies stared at Buffy with mouths agape and a collective swooning appearing immanent.

William appeared behind Buffy, gently brushing her shoulder with his fingertips to alert her to his presence."Good evening ladies," he acknowledged briefly, but all his attention belong to Buffy."Darling, would you care for a dance? There is waltzing in the ball room."

"That would be lovely," Buffy smiled. William turned to go and offered her his arm. Buffy flashed the still shell shocked girls a winning smile and then held her hands up approximately a dozen inches apart and mouthed the word huge at them before turning towards William and slipping her arm around his. Harriet fainted dead away.
It was becoming routine now, Spike would wake a few moments before Buffy, and was able to catch the Prokaryote Stone in their locket, safe and private for next time. It was taking longer for Buffy to rouse herself from the experience, and now needed for Spike to bring her back the rest of the way with a few gentle slaps to her face or a good shake. When she opened her eyes she smiled at him and stretched out.

"That was fun!" she said, feeling extremely satisfied with putting Miss Addams in her place, in addition to the pantry sex.

"I can't believe you did that!" Spike exclaimed.

"You're not upset are you?"

"Bloody hell! 'Course not! That was brilliant, love!"

"It was pretty snarky though....nah, I did good. And so did you, you naughty little Victorian you! Sexually repressed no more! Taking me like I was a wanton hussy! In the pantry no less."

"Well, you weren't wearing underwear. If you hadn't wanted me to do anything about it, you shouldn't of told me whilst we were getting hors d'oeuvres." He sighed happily, but grew serious. He rolled her over so they could face each other in bed and stoked her cheek with the back of his hand,"Buffy....love, my sweet love, those things you said about me. Thank you."

"I was just being honest. Those chicks needed their feathers ruffled anyways."

"No one's ever stood up for me before and certainly not for me when I was human. So I thank you."

"Oh Spike, I love you, baby. I'll always stand up for you."

TBC....
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