Chapter 7: Baptismal Font
Buffy woke up the next morning with a smile on her face. She snuggled into her pillow, gloriously relaxed after Father William claimed her body over and over the night before. Without opening her eyes, she slid her hand down the mattress, frowning when she found his side empty. She opened her eyes and heard loud breathing and quiet chanting coming from the floor.
“Sixty-five,” exhale, “sixty-six,” exhale.
“William?” she said sleepily and rubbed her eyes as she rolled over to the side of the bed and saw him on the ground. He was propped up on his fists doing push-ups. He raised his hand and directed a pointed finger at her without missing a beat, telling her not to interrupt and he went back to his exercise. She sat up and wrapped herself in the sheets, trying to ward off the disappointment she felt in not waking up in his arms.
“Seventy. Seventy-one.”
She watched the muscles in his back, the board-stiff position of his body and the tension in his mouth. She assumed he was just focused on his exercise and not angry, though she wasn’t sure.
William had been awake for hours. He wasn’t used to sleeping in past six in the morning and when he woke up at eight, he panicked and jumped out of bed. He took a shower, letting her sleep for a bit longer. But when he came out of the shower, she was still asleep. He’d tried to wake her several times but she was out cold. His frustration mounted as the hours passed and he decided a little calisthenics would help pass the time. After the one hundredth push up, he rolled over onto his back and caught his breath before bending his knees and starting on his crunches.
“Glad to see you finally decided to wake up. One,” he exhaled with the first crunch. “Two.”
She refrained from saying, “Well, I’m eighteen and on vacation,” as she didn’t think bringing up their age difference was a good idea. So instead she said, “What time is it?”
“Five…a little after noon. Six.”
Buffy shrugged her shoulders, not seeing the big deal. “How long have you been awake?”
“Nine. Since about…eight. Ten. Eleven.”
“Why didn’t you just stay in bed with me?”
“Thirteen. Bloody hell, Buffy…I’m busy right now! Fourteen.”
“Fine!” she huffed, biting back the sting of his words and she stomped off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. William collapsed on his back, taking shallow breaths and screwed his eyes shut. He didn’t mean to snap at her but he’d been so frustrated that he took it out on her. He’d never seen such laziness before and while they’d gone to sleep late, all he needed was six hours of sleep and he’d be right as rain. But she’d slept ten hours. Ten hours! That was ridiculous! They’d wasted half the day already and he wanted to go and get breakfast, maybe take a walk or something but she’d screwed that up by snoring the day away. Reluctantly, he got up and walked over to the bathroom door, knocking loudly when he heard her turn on the shower.
“Buffy?”
“Can’t hear you!” she said in a snotty tone.
“Buffy, come on. Let me come in.” When she didn’t answer, he growled and squeezed the door frame with his hands. “I know you can hear me!”
“Go away!”
William inhaled deeply. “I’m sorry I snapped at you.” She still ignored him and now he was furious. He tried the handle and she’d left it unlocked so he marched into the bathroom. “I just apologized to you, the least you can do is acknowledge me!”
“Bloody hell, William…I’m busy right now!” She threw his words back at him, scrubbing herself angrily in the shower.
William could barely make out her form through the steam covered glass of the shower door, but he could see enough to notice her hurried movements. “I’m sorry I said that, love. I’m just frustrated, ok?”
“Whatever. You don’t have to be such a jerk, you know.”
“And I said…I’m sorry.” He clenched his fists at his sides, trying desperately to keep his tone even and calm. The last thing he wanted to do was fight with her but she was making it incredibly difficult. He watched her hand wipe away a perfect circle in the glass so she could see his face.
“I just wanted to wake up with you. We haven’t done that yet. And I know this is just…well, whatever this is to you but…I was looking forward to that.”
William put his hands on his hips and lowered his head with a defeated sigh. She turned back around again to continue her shower. William felt like an idiot, but he didn’t know how to do any of this, especially with such a young girl. His mind was a mess concerning their relationship, or whatever it was, and he was constantly afraid of doing or saying the wrong thing; acting on his gut instincts and getting them both in a world of trouble. But he’d denied her something that he didn’t know she needed; something that he wanted too, but he was certain that keeping an emotional distance from her was the smart thing to do. Sex, he could handle. Random conversations, he was good with those. But getting to know her as a person, holding her in his arms tenderly, making love to her, sharing anything other than primal need scared him to death. It scared him because he knew that it was inevitable. The more time they spent with one another, the further he’d fall and the less likely it would be for him to deal with the consequences when she moved on with her life. And she would, and he’d be a selfish asshole to expect her to stay with him. But he had to do something to alleviate her disappointment in him, if only to make their vacation more pleasant as well as absolve his guilt for being such a heartless prick to her when she’d really done nothing wrong.
He slipped out of his thin cotton pants and slid into the shower behind her. His intentions were to fuck her into forgiveness, though his heart wasn’t in it. One look into her sad green eyes washed that thought away and he embraced her, sighing when she finally relaxed and wrapped her wet arms around his torso. William knew he was taking a big risk with Buffy, a huge one, in fact…but he could no more deny his feelings than he could his God-given name. He buried his mouth in her throat and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Buffy pulled away and looked at him, seeing the wealth of emotion in his eyes and she craned her neck up and captured his lips with hers. William’s hands were delicately holding her cheeks as his soft lips brushed against hers in a way he’d never done before. It was tender and chaste though it still affected her in the same way, it still made her shiver with desire and yet this was so much more because she felt him with her. This was not the typical kiss of William that was passionate yet detached. He was kissing her because he wanted to, because he needed to, for no other reason but to connect, explore, and silently communicate what was too difficult for him to say. She felt it with every tremor of his body against hers, knew it when his tongue tentatively swept across her lips with a desperate plea for acceptance, encouraged it when he moaned softly against her mouth as her own tongue tasted his. Yes.
One hand moved back to tangle into her wet tresses while the other slid down her back and rested at her waist, pulling her into him. The water hammered down on them and their soft moans echoed against the tiles. His mouth pressed harder against hers, his tongue sought more of her mouth and she knew, rather, she felt his desire for her as his cock hardened against her stomach. He made no move forward, though the hand at her back clenched her flesh. Yes.
Buffy tugged on his lip with her teeth, trailed her hands down the thick corded muscles of his back and swiveled her hips against his. His hands were gripping her hips then and he rested his forehead against hers. He breathed with an open mouth; his eyes searched hers as his hands trailed down to the roundness of her ass. Yes.
He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him, moaning when her back hit the wall. He kissed her again, wrapping her arms around his neck and slowly grinding against her. Wet hands trailed down her sides, up her stomach, finally resting on her breasts. William’s eyes were locked with hers as he carefully rolled his fingers over her nipples, drinking in her reactions, savoring the sweet gasps that spilled from her mouth with a gentle sweep of his tongue. His mouth was on her neck, then her solar plexus, and then her breasts, squeezing them gently with his hands as his tongue darted out to flick her nipples with slow and deliberate circles. She felt his cock pressed against her ass and she ached for his touch to go lower. When it did, when he caressed her sodden flesh with nervous gentility, she knew what he was asking. Maybe she’d known the minute he came into the shower with her, but the way he was touching her now with such a soft-spoken request of approval solidified her suspicions. The way his eyes darkened with an insecure expression of need, she understood. Yes.
And he knew she realized it, knew she was here with him now, wanting the same thing. If it never happened again, they could have it now. They could have this. Oh, yes.
His fingers lazily stroked her between her folds, grazing against her clit softly. Her hips rocked against his hand as he inserted a finger and her legs tightened around his waist. Her fingers raked into his scalp as he suckled her neck and his thrusts became greedier. His head jerked up when he felt the familiar fluttering of her inner walls and he deftly removed his hand and gripped his cock. Before he slid inside her, he kissed her again with the same tenderness he had at the beginning. Please, yes.
And then he was there, all the way inside and gripping her thighs tightly as he gained control and spread his legs a bit to anchor himself on the slippery tile. His lips left hers as he pulled out and slowly made his way back inside, groaning reverently as her heat enveloped him. Inch by agonizing inch he re-learned her from the inside, took his time to appreciate what she’d given him so many instants before, allowed himself to give her what he’d been guarding for so long now. Buffy cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, relishing the feel of the slow glide in and out of her core. The pressure within her built as his emotions washed over her and the water trickled down their naked forms. When the whites of his eyes turned red, it was then that she realized he’d been crying as tears mingled with water dripping from his hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and embraced him, kissed his shoulder, his neck, behind his ear, anywhere she could without breaking the delicious contact of this moment.
She didn’t know where her moans ended and his began. They sang out with every thrust, with every joining, with every twist of his hips that seemed to hit her right there…right where she needed it…in the exact spot that set her body on fire. His pace quickened, though just slightly, still too caught up in the feel of his cock pushing her walls aside to go deeper. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as he rolled his waist out and up, sliding her back against the tiles. The water cleansed them, caressed them, accepted this…
It was a beginning, a newness, a connection she’d never felt with another human being before and William was lost to her forever. Because he felt the same. And then her walls fluttered, clenched and pulsed as her orgasm came without warning, flooding her insides with warmth and delicious tingles that sparked from her core to her toes. Please, forever yes.
“Buffy,” he said softly, kissing her breathless and plunging inside her harder, increasing her sensations when his hand came between them to stroke her clit. In much the same fashion as Buffy, William came with a wonderful intensity. He cried out as his body jerked forward, plunging inside her warm depths to spill within her. His arms wrapped around her waist and he buried his face in her neck, trembling. He felt hot tears on his cheek and he lifted his head, smiling softly when he realized her expression mirrored his own. He kissed her softly and helped her stand on her feet, smoothing her hair out of her face and then embraced her again.
“Tomorrow morning, and the next after that, and the next. I promise.”
She smiled against his chest and squeezed his body with her arms. “Thank you.”
“Anything you want, Buffy. I’m yours. God, I’m yours forever.”