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Buffy was chipper when she came down to
breakfast, any traces of her tears from that morning wiped clean. William tried
to ask her if she was okay, but she'd brushed it off, making it quite clear her
marriage wasn't going to be a topic of discussion.
William let it drop, but he didn't push it
out of his mind.
After breakfast, she'd brought up going
swimming again, and William hadn't tried to get out of it this time. He wished
he could get control of his hormones, but since he couldn't, then he was just
going to hope he got the chance to touch Buffy again.
He did. She wasn't wearing the red bikini
today, though the dark green one she wore in its place was good enough for
William. It went so well with her eyes.
She'd splashed him and swam off again, and like
before, he'd chased after her.
Only this time, when he caught her, he'd
wrapped one arm tightly around her waist and started tickling her with his
other hand.
Buffy squealed in protest even as she
laughed, her bottom squirming tantalizingly against him under the water.
William moved his hand up, "accidentally" brushing the underside of
her breasts as he continued to tickle her.
When she didn't call him on it, he did it
again.
Finally, Buffy managed to wriggle her way
free, and she swam off again, casting a daring look over her shoulder, leading
William to chase her some more.
When he caught her again, he pinned her
against the pool wall, the diving board looming over head and casting them in
shadow.
Buffy's breath caught as she looked into his
eyes, the lust there as evident as his erection nudging her through his swim
trunks. Her breath came in short, harsh pants, and William's gaze flickered to
her breasts, watching them unabashedly as they moved up and down.
Buffy had played this game enough to know if
she didn't make a move, the line was going to be crossed.
And
part of her really wanted to cross it…
She couldn't. She knew it was bad enough she
was playing with William at all, but she didn't feel she'd done anything yet that
would be a danger to her marriage. She had to keep things that way.
So with a smirk, she reached out and tickled
him, making him push away. "Oi, now!" he protested, returning her
smirk with one of his own.
Buffy stuck her tongue out. His eyes
darkened again.
With a teasing grin, she swam away.
***
*** ***
William leaned with his right hand against
the shower wall, his left hand soapy as he reached for his cock. He'd stayed in
the pool with Buffy for close to two hours, his erection plaguing him the whole
time.
He wondered how he'd managed to move, never
mind swim, but the urge to go after Buffy every time she'd slipped from his
grasp had kept him going.
His orgasm hit him in under a minute, and he
cried out with relief in the shower stall.
With the water rushing over him, William
continued to lean against the wall, panting.
***
*** ***
"This show bites. Give me the
remote."
"No way! All My Children sooo does not bite. And you're not getting the
remote."
"It does. Bloody tripe. Now if you want
to talk about a good soap opera, that's Passions."
From across the couch, Buffy looked at
William, her eyebrow raised. "Passions?
You have got to be kidding me. That woman has demons living in her basement!
And I'm sorry, but the whole idea of people living in a town controlled by evil
mystical forces is just ridiculous."
"No, see, that's the beauty of
it," William argued. "It doesn't take itself too seriously."
Buffy's lip quirked up. "I'm starting
to think maybe there's more to you than meets the eye," she teased.
"I'm a man of many layers,"
William replied, smiling back.
"Well, fine. How about this—you let me
watch All My Children, and when it's
over, I'll switch over to Passions.
Deal?"
"I can live with that."
"Good."
Buffy set the remote control on the coffee table,
then laid down, situation her head in William's lap. Again, the rational part
of her brain told her this was not something she should be doing, but she was
quite comfortable now where she was and decided rationality could take a flying
leap.
William stared down at her, his breath
catching as he wondered what he should do. The position seemed so intimate, and
he couldn't figure out why she was doing this sort of thing with him.
Maybe, he thought, she merely felt
comfortable around him. Someone like him could never seem to pose a threat,
anyway. It wasn't like she just wanted her head nestled against his crotch.
It took William a moment to realize he'd
begun stroking her hair, but when he did realize it, he didn't stop. Buffy
hadn't called him on it, so it must be all right for him to do it. She'd tell
him if he was doing something inappropriate, wouldn't she?
He was beginning to think Buffy wasn't the
sort of person who had a lot of personal boundaries. Maybe that was what all of
this was—she was just the touchy feely sort. She'd probably be completely
shocked to know he'd been reacting to her sexually.
Not that the thought did anything to change
how he reacted.
Buffy had grown completely still at the
first touch of William's hand against her hair, even her breath catching. This
was yet another thing she shouldn't allow to happen, yet she couldn't seem to
make herself want to stop it either. His hands were shaky, yet his touch felt
nice.
Liam
never just held her like this.
Neither her early courtship nor her actual
relationship with her husband had been like what she was used to, yet Buffy had
written that off to it being her first—and only—real adult relationship. Every
other date she'd had had been with someone she'd met in either high school or
college. Liam, however, was a grown up, so of course he was going to act
differently from what she was used to.
Liam often reminded her she was younger than
him and, therefore, not as mature. She knew she should be grateful for how
patient he was with her instead of lamenting the things he didn't do.
Yet she couldn't help but enjoy how it felt
to share a moment like this with William now.
She tried to concentrate on the show, even
though her thoughts seemed to remained focused on the trail of long fingers
through her hair.
***
*** ***
Buffy was sitting in bed painting her toes
when Liam came home from work that night.
"I wish you wouldn't do that in the
bed," he said gruffly as he went into the closet and started taking off
his suit. "You're going to spill that fucking pink paint all over the
place."
"I've never spilled it before,"
Buffy replied. "I'm careful."
"If you ruin the sheets, it's coming
out of your allowance."
Buffy bit her bottom lip as she finished her
last toe and recapped the polish, then placed the bottle on the nightstand.
"Liam, I'm really sorry about this morning, honey. I know I should just
mind my own business, and I feel bad about nagging you like that, especially
when you were trying to get ready for work."
Liam stepped out into main part of the
bedroom again, dressed only in his boxers now. "Are you fucking him?"
Buffy's eyes widened in shock and she
gasped. "What?"
"It's a simple question, Buffy. Are you
fucking William—yes or no?"
"No! God, Liam, I can't believe you'd
even think… No!"
"I don't know why you're acting so
outraged I'd ask. You're alone with him all day, and you've obviously taken an
unusual interest in him," Liam said, his arms crossed over his broad
chest. "Besides, it's not like you were exactly known for keeping your
pants on before we were married."
Hot tears stung Buffy's eyes. "You…you
know why I had to do that. I hated
it, Liam. But I love you, and I've never been anything but loyal to our
marriage."
"See that it stays that way," Liam
said, his pointer finger trained on her. "If I find out you've been
fucking anyone else, you're going to lose all these comforts I've spoiled you
with real quick." He dropped his arm and stormed into the bathroom,
slamming the door behind him.
Buffy felt physically sick. She hadn't slept
with William, hadn't done anything overtly sexual, but between the flirting and
the dream, she knew Liam would have a right to be upset with her.
His words and tone had been sharp, but she
couldn't fault him for that. After all, it hadn't been that long ago when he'd
found out his last wife had been sleeping around on him. He was probably still
hurting from that—even if he had moved on with Buffy—and it made perfect sense
for him to be sensitive about the subject.
Buffy resolved right then to stop flirting
and playing little games with William. No matter how much she was enjoying it,
it needed to end. Liam was her husband, and she needed to keep herself loyal to
her marriage in every way.
Starting right then, Buffy would keep her
physical distance from William.
***
*** ***
Buffy smiled coyly at William as he kept her
loosely pinned against the wall of the pool. Her body was flushed, her
breathing labored.
Hadn't
there been some reason she wasn't supposed to do this?
She
couldn't remember now…
William watched her intently, waiting for
her to make a move. He'd already had her like this five times today, and every
time, she'd managed to dart away.
This time, she wasn't moving. Instead, she
was staring up him, her gaze not wavering. It was almost as if she were…
Challenging
him.
His stint at an all-boys boarding school and
his usual shyness had lead to an experience level with the opposite sex of
roughly zilch. But over the past couple of days, he'd been unable to shake the
feeling Buffy was playing some sort of game with him, one to which he
instinctively seemed to know the rules.
She wasn't running—did that mean he'd caught
her?
And if he had, what was he supposed to do
with her?
His gaze was drawn down to her lips, and he
marveled at how pink and moist they were. They were parted slightly and
trembling.
William moved in closer, feeling a pull
towards Buffy. She stayed where she was, even when his mouth first touched
hers.
Buffy could tell this was either William's
first kiss or at least one of only a few he'd ever experienced. It was a little
awkward, as if he didn't completely know what to do with his lips. Yet there
was a raw heat there as well, something simmering just below the surface.
The
potential for so much more…
All thoughts of Liam were gone from her mind
as Buffy tangled her fingers in William's hair and tilted his head, showing him
a new angle.
Their lips eased into a better fit, and he
kissed her with renewed fervor.
After the past few days of playing games of
courtship, Buffy felt like she was on fire. She lifted her legs up, letting
them float around William's waist as he moved closer to her, his erection
pressing intimately against her.
She slipped her tongue into his mouth,
gently coaxing William into slowing down when he first responded a little too
eagerly.
The whole time, he rubbed himself against
her through his swim trunks, and Buffy shivered at the delicious sensations it
was sending through her clit. She'd forgotten how good it could feel to just
make out like this.
Suddenly, William froze, his whole body
shaking as he groaned into her mouth.
He pulled away sharply, looking positively
mortified, and Buffy knew exactly
what had happened.
"Buffy, I'm… Oh god, I'm sorry."
William hurried out of the pool and ran into the house before Buffy could say a
word.
***
*** ***
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AUTHOR'S NOTE ABOUT POSTING: Due to
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I'm going to have to cut back on posting. I'm hoping I can still post once a
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