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Oedipus Calling	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 9348 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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William couldn't care less about the show
Buffy had somehow roped him into watching on television after dinner. They'd
spent the entire day together, aside from when Liam had come home and had
commanded Buffy's attention just long enough to tell her he had a lot of work
to do and would be eating in his office upstairs.
If William hadn't already thought his father
was a stupid git, he did now. William knew if he had a beautiful wife like
Buffy, he'd spend every moment he could with her.
Suddenly, he saw Buffy's tiny, pink-painted
toes in his lap, and he sucked in an almost inaudible breath. She looked over
at him, her face the very picture of innocence�if you could ignore the
mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"Is this okay?" she asked. "I
wanted to stretch out."
William swallowed as he nodded. "Yeah, sure. It's fine."
Buffy had been around enough to know what
she was doing to the boy. She knew she should stop giving into the perverse
urge that told her to do things like flirt with him in the pool or lie down on
the couch with her feet in his lap, mere inches away from what she thought was
most likely a rapidly growing hard-on.
This was so many kinds of wrong she couldn't
even list them all.
It was, however, also rather fun.
Maybe that was why she kept getting the urge
to do these things. Getting married had meant saying good-bye to playful
flirting. Liam was an adult, and around him, she had to be an adult, too. But
with William, she could act a little more like a kid again.
Not that she didn't prefer
her mature husband, because she did. Completely. She was very happy with Liam, and
she had been from the very beginning.
Buffy had just always enjoyed a little
flirting, and with William, it was totally harmless.
She settled back down to watch the show,
occasionally allowing her toes to run across William's crotch.
It was
all completely harmless�

***
*** ***
That night, William didn't even bother
trying not to masturbate before he went to sleep, nor did he bother trying to
make his fantasy woman anyone but Buffy.
The little blonde had driven him completely
out of his mind all day. She seemed to be touching him at every opportunity,
and when she wasn't doing that, she was giving him coy little smiles and looks.
He could've sworn she was flirting with him�
However, that didn't make any sense. She was
with his father�who was much more of a man than he was, William knew�and she
was in love with him, too. Why would she want to flirt with a pathetic sod like
him?
She
wouldn't. Anything he'd thought was
flirting today had simply been his own imagination running
away with him, his own perverse fantasies of Buffy making him see things
that weren't really there.
Still, as his left hand jacked up and down
on his cock, he had plenty from the day to fill his fantasies.
He'd been close enough to smell her, a
delicious blend of lavender and vanilla that still had his head swimming. Her
skin had been so warm, even when she'd been wet from the pool. And so smooth�
William's hips thrust up jerkily as he tried
to imagine what it would be like to feel Buffy around his aching cock. Granted,
he didn't have first-hand knowledge with any woman to go from, but he did the
best he could.
She'd be soft, that much he knew. And hot�
William groaned loudly, his hand going
faster. He pulled up an image of Buffy riding him, gasping in pleasure.
He called out her name when he came, and as
reality faded back in around him, William hoped it hadn't been loud enough to
be heard all the way down in his father's room.
With a shaky hand, he reached for his
tissues.

***
*** ***
Buffy leaned back in her chair by the pool,
her closed eyes hidden behind her sunglasses as the sun's warm rays played
across her skin.
When she felt his hands on her, she didn't
jump. She'd known he was there, even
without seeing him.
"Isn't it time to flip over, pet? Roll over
onto your stomach, and I'll lotion up your back."
Buffy opened her eyes, William's shadow
falling over her. She smiled at him before she rolled over, then
murmured in pleasure as he began to rub suntan lotion on her bare back.
His hands were strong, warm, and steady.
Buffy's eyes fell shut again, small noises of satisfaction sounding in her
throat. She felt so relaxed�
Until suddenly, his hand slipped down, probing
her dampened folds, and her eyes opened again.
"Will? What�what are you doing?"
"What you want me to do, Buffy,"
he replied, his voice low with desire. "Shh�it'll be all right, pet. Dad
never needs to know."
Buffy cried out when his cock slid into her,
his hands gripping her hips to pull her back onto him. She rose up on her
elbows, moaning as he thrust into her over and over again.
He was long and thick, touching every part
of her, and Buffy knew she couldn't stop this even if she wanted to.
She didn't
want to.
"You like this, don't you, you bad
girl," William said as his thrusts grew harder. "You like me fucking
you when Daddy's at work. You want me to do it to you every day, don't
you?"
"Yes!" Buffy cried, though from
pleasure or as an answer to his question, she wasn't sure. Her body was tense,
on the edge of a monster of an orgasm.
William leaned in, his mouth pressed against
her ear. "You're mine, Buffy. You're not his. You'll never be his. You're mine."
With his last word, his teeth sunk into her
shoulder, and Buffy screamed in release.
Buffy was drenched with sweat when she sat
up in the bed, her hand going over her rapidly beating heart. She turned
towards the other side of the bed, grateful when she saw Liam sound asleep.
She didn't want to have to explain if she'd
done something like call his son's name out in her sleep�
Buffy buried her face in her hands as it hit
her exactly what had just happened.
She'd had a sex dream about her step-son.
The step-son with whom she'd spent all day
flirting.
Buffy got out of bed and went to the
bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She made her way over to the white
marble sink, gripping the edge of the cool stone as she tried to steady
herself.
Suddenly, the harmless flirting didn't seem
so harmless�
She reached out and turned on the faucet,
then splashed her face with cold water. After a moment, she turned the faucet
off and looked into the mirror.
"It was just a dream," she told
her reflection. "It doesn't mean you really want William to do that. It
was just a dream."
A
dream that gotten her hotter than her husband had in months.
Buffy groaned, her shoulders slumping. Maybe
that was all this was, a bout of sexual frustration.
Only Liam was a perfectly satisfying
lover�or so she kept telling herself.
"I love my husband," Buffy said,
forcing herself to stand up straight again. "I love him, and he's the only man I want."
Repeating her mantra over and over in her
head, Buffy went back to the bed and climbed in beside Liam.

***
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Buffy awoke the next morning to the sounds
of Liam getting ready for work. In the light of day, the dream from the night
before seemed less worrisome.
It was just a dream, after all. It didn't
mean she wanted William. She couldn't be held accountable for what her
subconscious came up with.
However, maybe it would be better if he
spent a little time away from her.
"Honey?"
As he searched for the tie he wanted to
wear, Liam responded with a, "hmm?"
"Did you have a chance to see if you
have any time you could spend with William coming up?"
Liam slammed his hand against the door of
the closet, the harsh sound making Buffy jump. "Dammit,
Buffy! Would you shut up about that? Fuck,
I've got enough stress in my life with a goddam nagging wife."
Buffy sat up in the bed, tears stinging her
eyes. "I'm sorry. I just thought�"
"No, you didn't think," Liam
snapped as he stepped out, roughly fixing his tie. "You just sit in the
house all day without a damn thing to do and forget I have to work to afford
you that luxury. My job is important, Buffy. It's about time you grew the hell
up and realized it."
"I'm sorry," Buffy said again.
Without another word, Liam stormed out of
the room, slamming the door behind him.
Buffy didn't want to cry. She'd shed too
many tears in her life already.
Yet as she heard Liam bounding down the stairs,
she couldn't help but let them fall.

***
*** ***
William woke sharply to the sound of a door
slamming, followed moments later by heavy footsteps on the stairs.
He'd woken up like this enough mornings to
have a pretty good idea of what it was.
Immediately, he climbed out of bed and went
down the hall, Buffy in the front of his mind.
He knocked on the door to her bedroom, and
when she didn't answer, he poked his head in.
Relieved, he saw her face was only
tearstained.
"Pet, you okay?" he asked softly.
Buffy looked up at him. She wanted to tell
him yes, she was fine.
She shook her head no.
William moved over to her side of the bed
and sat on the edge before holding his arms out to her. She immediately
accepted his embrace, wanting the comfort too much to deny it to herself.
William's eyes glanced down to look up and
down her arms as he rubbed soothing circles against her back.
"Did he yell?" he asked gently.
Buffy nodded. "It was my fault, though.
He�he's busy, and I know that, and I was nagging him anyway, and I shouldn't nag
him. I have to remember he works all day, and I don't."
William swallowed, Buffy's words making him
hurt for her. "I doubt it was your fault, Buffy."
"It was." Buffy pulled back and
wiped her eyes. "He doesn't like me to bother him when he's rushing to get
ready for work. Of course he yelled at me. And�and now I'm just crying like a
big baby, and you probably think I'm being so stupid."
"No, lamb, I don't," William said
softly as he reached out and stroked a tear away from her cheek. "Just
because he was getting ready for work doesn't give Liam any right to yell at
you."
Buffy trembled, though now it wasn't from
her tears. He was so close, his expressive blue eyes trained on her, and she
could feel the heat radiating between them.
Suddenly, she was very aware they were
sitting on her bed, her only in her thin, silk nightgown and him in his boxers.
"You shouldn't be in here like this," she said, pulling away.
"No, probably not," he agreed.
"I just wanted to make sure you were all right."
"I'm fine," Buffy assured him.
"Married couples fight. It wasn't even that big of a deal." She
looked away.
"Buffy�"
Buffy looked back up quickly, her bright
smile now back in place. "I'm fine, really. It was just a thing, I'm good.
So are you up for the morning or are you going to go back to bed?"
William wanted to pull her back into his
arms, but he could tell from her body language that she wasn't going to allow
that. "I'm up," he told her.
"Then how about we both get dressed and
go downstairs for breakfast? I know I could use a cup of coffee."
"Yeah, all right," William agreed
with a nod. Eating breakfast with her was better than nothing.

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