Summary: William is thrust into the present by a spell gone wrong.
Timeline: Post "Doomed"
Disclaimer: Not mine, wish they were
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“I don’t know, Giles. He didn’t tell me.” Buffy wandered in from the kitchen carrying a bag of cookies.
“He didn’t say anything about what this demon looked like?”
“He just started saying something about it being short and stupid. So maybe it is a small demon. No big. I can take care of that.” She bounced lightly on the couch and popped a cookie in her mouth, mumbling around it, “Maybe that-ish what came throo thawall.”
“Well, did he give any indication why he was confined at Xander’s?”
She swallowed. “He could barely talk at first. He was really shook up. There was this powder. I could swear I’ve seen it before,” she paused briefly, trying again to conjure the memory. “Anyway, it was all over him and the hole in the wall. Plus, he was totally out of it, like he’d been drugged.”
“Now we just have to find Xander.” Giles sifted through a stack of books and picked out one labeled Miniature Demon Species. “Well, we’ll see if he can spot what it was in here. Hopefully, once we find it, we’ll have some clue as to what it was doing in Xander’s apartment.”
“If this small demon thing has hurt him…well, it won’t be a quick death. Have you heard of an Oaf? Is that like a troll?”
Giles seemed surprised. “He called it an Oaf?”
Before Buffy could respond, William emerged from the bathroom, having taken a bath and put on an old set of Giles’ clothes. His hair was unruly, and he shuffled slowly into the main room, head bowed, hand rubbing the back of his own neck. Buffy and Giles went to the hallway to meet him. He instantly curled into the wall furthest from Giles, causing Buffy and Giles to pull back. Giles gave Buffy a quick nod and went back to the desk, trying to look unassuming.
Buffy wasn’t sure how to approach him. They stood in silence for a second and then, “Cookie?” She held he bag out triumphantly, with a bright smile.
A tentative smile graced his lips as he reached for the bag. “Thank you. You’ve b-been most kind.”
She watched as he brought the cookie to his mouth and gently nibbled the edges. “No, like this.” She picked another cookie out of the bag and popped the whole thing in her mouth, chewing loudly.
The innocent, childlike gesture let William relax and he popped the remaining part of the cookie in his mouth, mimicking her chewing method.
Buffy wasn’t sure what to make of him. Cute, for sure, sweet, and obviously gentle. She wasn’t sure if his meekness was from whatever he’d been through or if he was always this way. It would probably be good to get him talking, so that they could figure this all out and find Xander.
“So, William…right? That is what you told me?”
“Please, call me Buffy.” She led him to the couch and tried to have him sit down next to her. He resisted, taking a furtive glance in Giles’ direction. Buffy saw Giles give a kind nod and then William sat down. She’d be sure to ask Giles about that later.
“So, William, can you tell me anything about what attacked you?” She set the cookies between them and pulled out another, this time eating it a bite at a time.
He looked afraid to talk about it, tensing and darting quick looks around the living room, as if he did talk about it that might just conjure the demon.
“It’s okay. You’re safe here.”
“Mi-Buffy, I do not wish to discuss it. It was a dastardly matter, and one which I wish to put behind me. But, I must return to my home. This dwelling…it is quite puzzling.” He looked to Giles, maybe in hopes of getting transportation.
Buffy brushed her fingers over his hand, trying to regain his attention. They’d take him home as soon as they knew what happened to Xander. “We’ll take you home soon. Where do you live?”
He pulled back gently and shied away, his face taking on a pinkish color. “Buffy…I…it would not be appropriate – ”
“Oh, well, I didn’t mean you needed to give me specifics. General direction would be good, though.” She now realized William really was always this shy.
He quickly relaxed and said, “North of London.”
Buffy coughed on a cookie in surprise. Okay, maybe getting him home would have to wait.
“London! What are you doing here?”
He closed his eyes as a shiver raced through him. “I…I do not know. Ransom perhaps. He simply said it was a mistake and I believed him.” He spat the word out, anger flaring for a second before he continued. “Then he…he….” William started to tremble and to calm him Buffy grabbed his hands and rubbed them gently.
“It’s okay. We’ll get him. He won’t hurt you again.”
William nodded but quickly stood and went to the bookshelf. His head bent, he swiped at his eyes, clearly trying to hide his discomfort. She wanted to give him some time and used the opportunity to talk to Giles, still at the desk. She whispered, “We aren’t going to get anything out of him, Giles. He’s too upset.”
“Yes, I can see that.” Giles continued in hushed tones. “North of London? What is he doing here?”
Buffy watched William as he ran his fingers over the items on Giles shelf. He seemed most interested in the books, the newer ones, and paperbacks especially. His hair was tangled, and he occasionally huffed to remove it from his eyes.
“I don’t know,” she turned back to Giles, “long flight?”
“Oh, very funny.”
“Well, I don’t know!” she whispered. “That’s your job, to figure this stuff out. I just hit things…really hard.” She ended on a pout and turned to look at William again.
His shoulders were hunched as he became completely entranced with the items on Giles’ shelf. He knocked over an incense holder and immediately began scooping the powder to put it back, taking quick, guilty looks to make sure he wasn’t seen. And then cringed when he realized he was. Buffy smiled, hoping to show him it was okay. He smiled back and relaxed again, once more focusing his attention on the shelf.
Buffy knew this kind man was earnest, shy and completely lost. Her heart went out to him. How could anyone hurt such a tender and gentle man? Anger surged through her. She hated the fact that in order to fix this and find Xander, she’d have to ask him questions that he didn’t want to answer. She wished it could be simple but nothing ever was. She needed answers.
He glanced at her, now once more composed, eyebrows raised in question.
She walked over to pull him back to the couch but something caught his attention and he looked back to the shelf, going completely still. She followed his eyes, looking around his shoulder to see what had him so thoroughly enraptured. He raised his hand, holding what was in it out to her, and fingered a small, shiny plastic bic lighter.
Buffy saw his confusion but couldn’t understand what he was trying to convey, “What? William…what is it?”
She heard Giles come up behind her and knew he had noticed the change in William.
William never acknowledged either of them. His breath quickened as he brought the lighter up to eye level and used his thumb to flip the switch back. Flame sprouted up. He instantly threw the lighter against the wall and jumped back from it as if it burned him.
For a second no one moved and then William bolted from the apartment before Buffy could stop him. She didn’t want to just tackle him to the ground. William was traumatized enough as it was.
“Wha…? Wait!” she called after him. “Giles?” Buffy started for the door.
“Go, go. I think I might have a lead. Calm him down, then check back here.”
She nodded, grabbed her jacket and ran after William.
Buffy couldn’t understand what had set him off. So it was a stupid lighter, it wasn’t like Giles smoked, it was just used to light candles and incense when they did their spells…and now that she thought about it, that might have been what set him off. She had no idea what had happened to him. For all she knew, he had been a virginal sacrifice. She chuckled at the thought and shook her head to clear it, but with how hard he had blushed just from her asking where he lived, anything was possible.
She didn’t have to run far. She found him crouched under a street light, hugging his legs to his chest, his head bowed down to his knees and his fingers tangled in his hair. She approached slowly, not wanting to spook him, and crouched next to him.
“William,” she whispered. “What happened?”
He raised his face. It was obvious he had been crying again. “I am s-sorry. Such an outburst,” he cringed, “was not very b-becoming of a gentleman.”
She smiled and rubbed his arms, trying to soothe him. “It’s alright. You’ve been through something really freaksome. You’re allowed an…” she paused at the odd word, “…outburst.”
“But…everything,” he looked up to the street light above them, “is all so peculiar.” He met her eyes, his bright with yet unshed tears. “It is clear that I do not belong here.” He lowered his head. “Maybe I have gone mad?”
“No, you aren’t…mad. You’re just a little…weird.” She gave a little shrug but continued to stroke his arms.
He laughed at that, “I appreciate your efforts but-”
“No buts, buster,” she interrupted. “Come on.” She stood and held her hand out for him to take.
He started at it but made no move to take it and then lowered his head. “Where? I do not think I’d like to return to your guardian’s accommodations.”
“My what’s what?” Buffy could barely understand him. It was starting to frustrate her.
“There were oddities,” he paused, “I…I just wish to be alone.”
“Well, we are fresh out of alone. Until I find out what happened to you and Xander, I’m afraid you are stuck with me.”
William drew back, “Oh, no! Buffy, you misunderstand me!”
Well, color me shocked. “William,” she sighed, “I seem to misunderstand you a lot.”
He withdrew into himself, looking shamed. “I am terribly sorry. I do not intend to cause you distress.
Buffy mentally kicked herself. Great, cause the poor guy more pain. She knelt down and sat on the curb next to him, “You’re not.”
He looked up, brow creased in confusion.
“Really,” she assured him, “no distress here.”
“But surely-” he started to protest.
“Surely nothing,” she interrupted. “Let’s go,” she stood, taking hold of his hand and gently trying to get him to rise, “we should get inside.”
He resisted, “But where shall we go?”
William jerked his hand away, completely flustered, “Th-that is highly inappropriate! Your guardian-”
“Why do you keep saying that?”
“The gentleman whose wash I used, he would not agree-”
“Oh, Giles!” Buffy remembered the nod Giles had given him and realized what she needed to say to get him to agree. “He said it was fine. Perfectly acceptable behavior.” She added a head bob for reassurance.
He seemed skeptical, his eyebrows raised in surprise. But with a gentle nod, he got up and brushed off his pants. “I must look a dreadful sight.”
Buffy took a good look at him. He had dirt covering his legs from where he had been sitting on the curb and his shirt was rumpled from running. His hair was even more disheveled, after having his fingers buried in it and running through it in aggravation. He was so obviously completely unsure about what to do. Buffy decided a little humor was needed and maybe some good old-fashioned ego boosting.
“Well, I think you look cute.”
And the award for the most shocked expression goes to…
William froze in place, body half bent over, hand still in mid-air, his blue eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly.
“Buh-uhh-” William stuttered.
Buffy laughed, taking his hand in hers, “William, you’ve got to take it easy. Relax, live a little.” She pulled him upright and sidled up to him, placing her hands on his chest. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I promise.” Raising up on her toes, she placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
William closed his eyes and shuddered as a gasp escaped his lips.
Buffy pulled back, unsure of what she had done wrong. “You alright?” She was just playing around, she hadn’t meant to hurt him.
William stepped back and hunched over slightly, grabbing the street light behind him for support. “Y-yes,” he said, voice deep and heavy.
Buffy was still worried, “You look-”
She paused. William was concentrating on her, head bowed slightly but up enough that his intense, dark blue gaze could bore into her. His skin looked flushed, she could see tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead and his breathing was ragged, it started to make her pulse jump in time to its rhythm.
“William?” His sudden change of mood surprised and excited her. One part of her was nervous but the other felt electrified by his hot gaze.
“I was wrong,” he panted.
“Wrong about what?” she whispered.
“Not my savior,” he breathed, voice rough as he eyed her up and down. “My damnation.”
“Huh? Your wha-”
She was cut off as he abruptly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her hard against him, covering her mouth with his and thrusting his tongue inside. Buffy was shocked but didn’t pull away. She knew she wasn’t in any danger. And William wasn’t doing anything she didn’t like.
It was interesting to see the difference in him after only one kiss. She couldn’t understand how he could have changed so fast. She relaxed, knowing that if it was something otherworldly, her Slayer senses would be ringing a very loud bell but all that fell away and she was left knowing that his reaction was solely from her kiss. She let herself fall into his embrace and kissed him back, waiting for that feeling of doom when it all would fall apart again.
But it never came.
She delighted in the feel of his hands holding her in place as he ground a very hard erection against her. Bringing her hands up to his hair, she lightly tugged at the rumpled strands, directing his mouth around the way she wanted. Gently nipping at his lips and playfully tonguing them to keep them at bay, she teased him, only to surrender mere seconds later and capture them once more.
But as much as she was enjoying herself, she knew that this, whatever intensity they had between them, wasn’t enough to make a relationship work. She had to let him down gently, before things got too far out of control.
“Wait, William,” she weakly tried to push herself away, but he held on, “we have to stop.”
“Why?” His gaze never faltered from her lips.
“This, us, it can’t work.” She knew she really didn’t have his full attention but pressed on. “You live in London and I live here and I really don’t have the time for a long distance relationship.”
He nodded as if he understood and she breathed a sigh of relief, even though inside she felt empty and disappointed. Her fingers itched to hold him again, wanting to seek out skin between the buttons of his shirt but she held back.
“What was it you said earlier?” he asked, attention now once more on her eyes.
“Uh, I said a lot of things…”
He covered her lips with a finger, “Live, a little.”
The breath caught in throat. She couldn’t believe she was hearing her own words used against her. From his lips, the way he made them sound…they were completely different. She had meant for him to relax and have a bit of fun. But he made them sound reverent, so much more poignant and meaningful. A philosophy to live by…
To live. Being the slayer was a one way ticket to a short life, so why not do the things she wanted to do? Live, because you’re going to die.
William was holding her close, arms tight around her body, she could feel his hardness pressing into her hip and the look in his dark eyes was almost feral. She watched as his tongue snaked out and licked his top lip, tasting her on himself. Her stomach clenched in excitement, she felt her pulse quicken and her skin heat up. With just a look, William had her on the verge, teetering on an edge that was still so new to her. Living, with him, it was all sounding pretty darn good.
“Well, then, what are we waiting for? Dorm. This way.” She easily broke free from his embrace, ignoring his gasp of surprise and then grabbed his hand, turned, and started down the street towards the campus.
They quickly made their way through the town and campus, not paying much attention to anything but each other. Due to the brisk walk that mostly consisted of holding hands and furtive kisses, William had calmed down and was reverting to his shyer self.
Once reaching the dorm, Buffy lit a few candles and turned off the lights. William entertained himself by perusing the end table that she shared with Willow. She hoped he wouldn’t find anything that would set him off again, but to make sure, she kept a close eye on what he was finding as she continued to set a romantic mood in the room.
Then she saw him run his finger over the edge of the slightly pulled out drawer. She couldn’t remember if there was anything in there he shouldn’t see. His brow furrowed in confusion at something inside and Buffy’s jaw dropped as he reached inside and pulled out her vibrator.
He used both hands to turn it all around, exploring along a plastic vein in the side and then reaching the bottom he found the rotating knob. Buffy moved quickly before he could turn it on, making him jump as she ripped it out of his hands.
“Wha-what is that?” he hopped back, hitting his legs against the bed and needing to grab onto the end table to steady himself.
“Uh, nothing. Just a toy.” She hid it behind her back.
“Was that…that your phallus?” William was breathing heavy, finger pointing and eyes darting to see behind her back.
“I have read, but…but never imagined…” he murmured, casting his eyes down and looking into his upturned palms as if he could still see the object in them. A smile slowly made its way to his lips as he straightened and then gracefully lowered himself onto her bed. William leaned back, hands on either side of his hips, a small smirk replacing his smile. “Why, Miss Buffy. Does your mother know?”
“My mom? Eww, no!”
He chuckled, “Good, then we will not be disturbed?”
Buffy finally understood that he was making fun of her. “Why, you…I outta…” She playfully threw the vibrator at his chest, where it bounced off and rolled into his lap.
He looked down, showing smugness at the inferior object. He picked it up, fingers going around the shaft, “I think we shall not be in need of this.” Not taking his heavy, dark gaze off of her, he tossed it onto the table.
Buffy couldn’t believe the change that had come over him. One minute he was shy and scared, the next an absolutely shameless flirt. Either way he was adorable but it was only when he watched her as he did now, that her mouth watered and her body tingled.
“Oh, really?” She sauntered into his slightly spread thighs.
He raised up, meeting her body with his hands and running them lightly over her waist, just missing her breasts on each pass.
“Wondrous,” he whispered.
Impatient, she took his hands and placed them over her breasts, letting her head roll back and listening as his breath sped up.
“You are a hellcat,” he chuckled, squeezing the mounds gently.
That made her remember something he said earlier. “Damnation, huh?”
He flinched and removed his hands, remorse evident. “Oh, forgive me, Buffy.” William dropped his head, contrite, ready to accept his punishment.
Buffy hadn’t meant to make him feel bad. They really had to work on their communication skills. Well, there is one thing I know he’ll understand. She quickly jumped on the bed and straddled his waist.
He raised his head, eyes wide. “Buffy?”
She started unbuttoning his shirt quickly. “Get ready to ride the one-way Buffy train to hell.”
William marveled at her sitting on his lap, his hips twitching involuntarily into her. Instantly his smirk was back. “Take me there,” he growled as he grabbed her and flipped them over.
She couldn’t help the girlish giggle that escaped as he pushed her into the mattress. He was almost animalistic as he spread her thighs wide to fit between them. He slid in and brought one of her legs up, pulling it roughly around to encircle his hip. His other hand was working its way up under her skirt and tangled in her panties as he tried to pull it off her, even with his own body in the way. Meanwhile his mouth was all over her face and neck, darting from one part to the next, trying to get everywhere all at once. She finally brought his lips to hers and their tongues met in a frenzy, panting into each other’s mouths.
William took her breath away, she moaned incoherently, calling for him, wanting him everywhere. She fought with his clothes, ripping the shirt from his body when she missed the last few buttons. He raised up briefly to help her and then was back down, thrusting one hand in her shirt, the other reaching under her and pulling the panties from her. Buffy sat up, still kissing him and grabbed her camisole, throwing it across the room as William worked his pants down to his knees, despite her legs tangled with his
They were locked together in passion. She had never felt anything quite like it before. It thoroughly took control and she was just caught in the whirlwind, hanging onto William for life. His smell, his taste, he completely enveloped her.
It barely registered that they were now completely naked, thrusting wildly against each other. Her wet core slid against the straining erection that rubbed between their bodies. Some part of her realized that they needed protection and fast. She wanted to live a little, not become a statistic. She reached into the draw, never taking her attention from him, and rummaged hastily until her fingers felt a plastic square.
She reached between them, taking his cock in her hands and started to slide the condom on. He shivered and thrust deeply, misunderstanding.
“Wait…wait!” Buffy shrieked.
William pulled back, body shaking, voice strained, “What?”
She quickly finished and lined his erection up to slide in, “Now.”
“Now?” he hesitated.
“Yes, now!” She grabbed his arms, bringing him back on top of her and then ran her hands down his back. She thrust up, pushed down on his hips and directed him inside her.
Buffy relished in the feeling of him pushing his way inside. She arched back, closing her eyes and held on tight as William rocked his hips. The frenzy from before was gone, replaced with languid kisses smothering her face and gentle fingers carding through her hair. She rode the wave as he worshipped her body, every touch a supplication, every moan a prayer.
He whispered in her ear, “Oh, Buffy…my love, my angel, oh…Buffy.”
It was all so much, so fast. His adoring words and soft hands drove her over the edge much too quickly. He followed, calling her name and gripping her tightly to him. As the tide left her behind, she could hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest and feel his warm breath on her face as he panted. She pushed his fallen hair off his forehead and stared into his dazzling blue eyes, sparkling in mirth. His face was alight with the most adoring, boundless smile.
It might have been the afterglow but she’d never felt so alive. She couldn’t wait to experience life with this man. This beautiful man would never abandon her and leave her wanting a life she could never have. He’d give her everything her heart desired. Unfortunately, there was the long distance separating them but somehow they’d make it work. She was sure of it.
Not wanting to lose the moment, she leaned forward and captured his swollen lips in a tender kiss, trying to convey her feelings in that one perfect moment. William closed his eyes and moaned into the kiss, letting her take the lead.
Buffy heard a noise at the door but dismissed it as neighbors, continuing to explore William’s mouth with her tongue. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the neighbors.
It was Willow.
Conclusion: Coming Soon
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