Chapter 4
“Mmm…welcome to the crypt, pet,” Spike’s voice purred. “You ready for some hot fuckin’?”
“It’s me, William,” Darla’s terse voice informed him. It was impossible not to imagine the necessary eye-roll that accompanied that statement.
William’s finger halted over the ‘uh-uh’ tape, and Liz paused where she’d finally gotten his shirt off and was caressing the hard-muscled torso she’d found beneath.
“Uh…right… Sorry about that, boss,” William said with a sigh, resigning himself to actually having to participate in this conversation.
Liz groaned as well and reached over to grab hold of her headset on the nightstand. “What’s up?” she asked Darla, voice sounding remarkably composed given that she and William had been all but having sex with their clothes on a minute ago.
“Warren’s on line four,” Darla informed them.
“Ugh!” Liz shivered.
“Oh, god, no!” William protested. He checked the clock. “Hey, wait a minute…our shift ended halfway through that last call,” he insisted.
Darla sighed. “Yeah, so are you willing to do Warren before you sign off?”
“No!” Liz objected vigorously.
A pause on Darla’s end.
“He’s taken to inserting random foreign objects into her orifices lately,” William explained with a wince. “Mine, too.”
“The little creep doesn’t know which one of us he hates, but he sure loves that sadism,” Liz sighed.
Darla chuckled. “You know he’ll just call back tomorrow,” she assured them.
“Good. We’ll handle it tomorrow,” William concluded, twining his fingers with Liz’s and bringing her hand up to his lips for a quick kiss.
She blushed and smiled shyly at him.
The thought was universal: Please, don’t spoil the mood tonight…
Darla groaned. “Fine. I’ll put the jerk on hold while the two of you sign off. But only because I can’t afford to pay you the overtime.”
“Ta, luv,” William agreed a bit too quickly before cutting of the line.
“Whew,” Liz breathed, terminating her connection.
“Last thing we needed tonight,” William agreed, disconnecting as well. And then pulling out the phone cord just for good measure.
“What if Dawn calls?” Liz pointed out.
“She’s a big girl. Can take care of herself…or so she insists,” William countered with a coy smile, sliding back over onto the bed and crawling up her body.
“Mmm…” Liz murmured contentedly before pulling him back down to her. “Want you,” she whispered against his lips. She placed a series of soft kisses across his face, cupping his chin in her palms.
“Want you, too,” he agreed, pulling her up against him so that they were both sitting. Shakily, his hands ventured to the buttons of her blouse, looking up at her uncertainly.
She smiled and ran her knuckles lightly over his bare abs as he undressed her.
He managed to unfasten the first two, pausing for gentle kisses in between, before frustration finally overcame him. His fingers fumbled and failed on the third button twice before her hands came up to cover his, steadying them.
He blushed and ducked his head in embarrassment. “It’s been a long time,” he admitted shyly.
Liz smiled. “For me, too.”
“I-I’m not really Spike…in bed, I mean,” he gulped.
“And I’m not Buffy,” she assured him.
“Don’t want Buffy,” he said with a hint of a smile. “I want you.” His fingers reached out to brush one lock of long, blonde hair back from her face.
She leaned into his touch, holding his hand against her as she nuzzled his palm lightly. “Same here,” she agreed. “The sex doesn’t matter. Just being close to someone I love…” She trailed off and kissed him again.
He pulled her closer to him at that, setting her down in his lap. The slightest hint of pink tinged his cheek when she first settled against his erection and found out how hard for her he really was.
Her eyes widened for a second before a sly smile spread across her face. “Mmm, William…” she concluded, deliberately playing with her buttons for a few seconds before unfastening them for his hungry eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in awe when she finally removed her shirt. His mouth came in to plant wet, open-mouthed kisses across her now-bare shoulder, and she moaned in response, clutching him to her.
“Mmm…you, too…” she sighed, swirling her thumb around each of his vertebrae as she slowly worked her way down. God, the way he was touching her was doing the most incredible things… She didn’t think she’d ever wanted a man this much in all her life.
Apparently, he was thinking along similar lines since his hands found their way to the front clasp of her bra. In one brief moment of concentrated dexterity, he unfastened the clasp before moving down to the button of her jeans…where his hands promptly failed him again.
He let out a wry chuckle. “This isn’t my night, huh?” he joked lightly, pulling back for a second and taking a deep breath.
Liz was having similar difficulties getting his own jeans off. Probably because her desire-fogged mind had forgotten that said jeans needed to be unzipped before they could be removed. She nodded slowly and climbed back out of his lap, fumbling at her own pants.
Eyes watching her intently, he slipped off his own jeans before hesitating at his boxers.
She had reached her panties at the same time and paused for a second before slipping the black silk scrap of cloth down her legs and kicking it aside.
He gulped and let his shorts fall, stepping free of them and into the circle of her arms once more. “Sorry I’m not twelve inches,” he said in faux seriousness.
Liz spotted the twinkle in his eyes and giggled. “Not disappointed in the slightest,” she assured him. “I’d rather have seven inches of William than all the ‘mammoth footlong manmeat’ in the world.”
A grin crept upon his lips until he registered one detail. “Seven?!” he protested, looking down. “I’m at least eight!”
Mentally, Liz rolled her eyes. What is it about guys and their dicks, anyway? she wondered rhetorically. Like seven inches isn’t more than enough to please a woman only five feet tall? “Sorry,” she assured him, deciding discretion was the better part of valor in this case. Her hand slid around his erection, thumb rubbing over the head boldly. “More like eight,” she agreed.
He gasped at the feel of her hand encircling him and crumpled against her, head coming to rest of her shoulder. “Not gonna be able to take much of that…” he warned in a raspy voice.
“Mmm, come to bed, then,” she agreed, taking both of his hands and guiding him over to the mattress.
He watched her slip between the sheets, holding the corner up for him invitingly. And, at about that moment, all rational thought completely abandoned him. He practically leapt into bed, pinning her down beneath his naked body as he began covering her in kisses, his hands roaming over her fevered flesh wildly.
Liz let out a little cry of ecstasy, running her palms over strong, hard planes of muscle, savoring the wonderful sensation of feeling his weight press down into her just slightly. “W-William…” she murmured, accepting his kiss and parting her lips so that his tongue could plunder her mouth.
“I love you so much,” he gasped out, lips trailing to her throat. One hand began gently kneading her breast, while the other trailed into her rough curls for the first time, finding her clit and giving it a quick rub.
She moaned in appreciation and clutched at his hair. “L-Love you,” she agreed, touching every bit of him that she could. After being so far for so long, it felt as though she was absolutely starving for every bit of contact she could get. “I—”
“Shh,” his lips whispered against hers, deep blue eyes open and exposed to her for once, showing the true depth of his every emotion. “Do enough of the sex talk at work, I’d wager. Let’s just…feel…”
Liz whimpered in response. God, how could he read her so well? When they’d only known each other by the sound of the other’s voice for so long? “Okay,” she agreed softly, reaching up to brush a soft kiss across his brow.
He hummed in contentment at that, and his caresses turned reverent. She signalled him only with gasps and moans, guiding his hands to the most sensitive spots on her body, laying herself bare for him and showing him how to pleasure her.
His own murmurs of appreciation sounded against her ear as she stroked him, and she got a strangled little whimper when she spread her legs for him, letting him slip in between her thighs. He ground his hardness against the silk of her inner thigh, and his fingers slipped inside her for the first time, finding her wet and warm and waiting for him.
His thumb gave her clit one more quick flick that sent her hips bucking up against him before he replaced his hand with his cock, grinding slowly against her and using the mutual friction to pleasure them both.
Liz felt the bare head of him rock against her clit, sending the first sparks through her system. She sighed at the feel of his warm flesh against the entrance to her womb, the first slight pressure as he tested her opening…
“W-Wait…” she managed to gasp out, somehow managing to grab hold of one rational thought through the sensations that bombarded her.
He had come to a halt at the exact same moment. “Damn,” he swore, “they’re in my bag…” He moved to get up, but she caught him back to her.
“Box. In the drawer,” she gestured, managing to pull it open and find the condom box within. She fumbled with it, and several of the packages fell to the floor, but she got the one she needed and ripped the wrapper open for him.
“You bought rubbers, too?” he couldn’t help but tease…before blinding lust took hold of him again as she oh-so-slowly rolled the sheath down his throbbing member.
“Learned ultra-strict use of birth control the hard way,” she agreed with a shrug, lying back down beneath him and stretching her arms over her head on the pillow.
He watched her breasts perk up at him with the motion and suddenly found that the brief interruption hadn’t stayed his desire in the slightest. His mouth came down over one mound, tongue swirling around the nipple and making her writhe beneath him, before he switched sides and favored her other breast with the same attentions.
He was between her thighs again now, and Liz ground up against him slowly, rolling her hips intentionally and trying to urge him on. Fortunately, he seemed as attuned with her physical needs as with her emotional ones, and he lined himself up with her slick passage at that. His head parted her outer folds before coming to a halt.
Their eyes met and locked, dusky hazel to electric blue, each abandoning all the caution their rough lives had taught them in that moment and exposing the rawest of their emotions to the world.
“I love you, Liz,” he insisted, the words cracking as they escaped his kiss-swollen lips.
“I love you, William,” she agreed, taking his hand, locking their fingers…
And gasping as he slowly pushed inside her, inch by agonizing inch.
He was a tight fit at first. Her body had gone for so long without a man that her inner muscles struggled with his girth for a bit. But then her natural lubricants covered him, making the slide easier. She stretched with each slight push of his hips, each feeling like the last she’d be able to take until he pushed her just a little bit further…
“You all right, baby?” he murmured soothingly when he noticed her teeth clench.
She nodded and relaxed, and that’s when he suddenly slipped the rest of the way inside.
“Oh, god!” she cried out, eyes widening.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, immediately concerned.
“N-No…just…good…” And she pulled him down to her and kissed him hard on the lips.
He opened his mouth against hers, and their tongues danced and mated as their bodies began to move slowly to a song as old as time. There was no urgency in their coupling yet, just a slow rolling of hips as they caught each other’s rhythm. A gentle rocking to reinforce their connection.
“Liz…” William whispered as he pulled away from their kiss, his body feeling almost lazy in the contented pleasure that rose in him like waves.
“William,” she all but whimpered, squeezing his hand tight and undulating up against him. God, he felt so good, he filled her so completely. She couldn’t even remember her initial difficulty accommodating him now, because it had become so clear that he was made perfectly to fit her. Like they were each made off the other’s mold…
He shut his eyelids as he eyes rolled back in their sockets, burying his head in the crook of her shoulder as the motions of their bodies increased. Her slick passage was clenching tight around him now, holding him within her. The little whimpers that escaped her every time he pulled out, just made him drive back in deeper.
Their flesh beaded with sweat as they pushed themselves ever faster, a slick sheen covering both of their bodies, causing them to burn, making it feel almost as though their flesh itself was melding into the other…
The brief notion struck William that no matter how deep he went inside her or how close they got, it could never be enough. He needed to be within her completely, beneath her skin and in her womb and…
The momentary pain of what little physical separation remained between them passed, as the pleasure built within him, overwhelming all other thoughts. He kissed her deeply then, thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth as his hips began to move with forceful intensity, driving his cock even deeper within her…
Liz let out a gasping exclamation as he struck the sweet spot deep within her. “There!” she cried aloud, breaking their vow of no words.
He mumbled his assent and drove into her several more times, sensing that she was close. Her body was trembling slightly beneath him now, and she was losing their rhythm amidst frantic thrusts. Her ankles locked at the small of his back, pulling him in closer, running her hands over every inch of him she could reach…
His hand slipped between their bodies, twisting her clit sharpely and giving her what her so desperately craved…
And for one sharp moment she was completely terrified. The world slipped out from under her as a relentless tide of pleasure rose over her body. All mental, physical, and emotional control shattered in a bright burst of ecstasy, and she cried out, completely at his mercy, as she came…
He held her close, tenderly, as he watched her face, keeping his thrusts even for as long as he could, until he could bear it no longer. He pistoned his cock frantically into her less than a dozen times before his own orgasm raked through him. He collapsed on top of her at that, whimpering against the sweat-soaked skin, and moaning at the tingles of delight that overcame him…
Complete silence.
And then Liz opened her eyes, looked down at the crown of the head that was still trembling against her, and placed a soft kiss in his dark curls. “William?” she whispered softly, fingers stroking lovingly up and down his back.
“Mmm…” he hummed contentedly against her breast. Then, he seemed to register the question for the first time. “Mmm?” he inquired.
“Love you,” she began…
“Love you, too,” he said back ardently.
She smiled. “…But I’m getting squished,” she finished.
His face reddened at that – although it really wasn’t visible given how flushed their recent work-out had made him – and he managed to rise up on his arms above her, slipping his softening cock out of her. Twin little whimpers of protest sounded when he left her.
And then Liz began giggling uncontrollably.
“What?” William demanded slightly defensively, settling beside her.
“S-S-Sm-S…” she seemed to have difficulty getting out the words before she took a deep breath and rushed it out. “Smack my snatch with your mammoth johnson!” She broke out laughing again.
An unbidden, surprised chortle erupted from his own lips, and soon he was laughing just as hard as she was. Limbs tangled together comfortably as they held each other and laughed.
“You’re one hell of a woman, Liz,” William whispered against her hair once they’d finally calmed down. “How’d I get so lucky to win your heart?”
Liz smiled against him, and her fingers played idly with one of his flat male nipples. “Was thinking the same thing about you, actually…”
“That I’m one hell of a woman?” he couldn’t help but tease.
She whapped his chest playfully. “The ‘what’ve I done to deserve you’ part,” she informed him with a mock-scowl.
“You had me that first night when we talked until two,” he said softly, brushing her hair gently back from her face.
“That’s about when you had me,” she agreed, tilting her head to kiss the line of his jaw. “You were all funny and sweet.”
“Who’s making the funnies now, exactly, pet?” he teased lightly, reluctantly getting up and removing the used condom. “Bathroom wastebasket?”
“Good idea,” she agreed with a groan, watching his bare ass with a satisfied little sigh. “You know, I’m all sticky and sweaty and nasty,” she began reluctantly.
“Didn’t seem nasty to me,” he countered with a wink, slipping back into bed.
She let out a massive yawn. “Should probably shower…” she commented sleepily, “change the sheets…”
“We’ll just avoid that side of the bed,” he assured her, curling her up against him.
“And Joyce’ll come in early tomorrow morning…”
“You’re trying to make me get up again, aren’t you?” he teased lightly.
“I’m all warm and tired,” she retorted in the most pathetic voice she could manage. “My big, strong boyfriend wore me completely out, so I can’t—”
He humphed and got up. “Flattery’ll get you nowhere,” he informed her with an amused grin, grabbing her nightshirt from the dresser and his boxers from the floor.
Liz watched him slide into the latter with a slight twinge of disappointment. She had been rather enjoying watching him roam naked around her bedroom. Mental note: Add to Christmas wish-list…
“Up you go.” He pulled lightly on her arms, sitting her up before pulling her nightshirt down over her head.
She slid her arms in and lay back against the pillows, watching him quirk his eyebrow at her.
“Anything else, mistress?” he joked lightly.
“Come to bed,” she agreed with a giggle, snuggling back up against his warmth when he did so. Tucked comfortably against his still-bare chest, she rested one hand on his truly lovely stomach muscles and shut her eyes.
He watched her slow, steady breathing for a minute, mesmerized by the rise and fall of her chest and the way each breath of air caused the lock of golden hair pressed against his chest to blow in the breeze. His thumb traced random, arcane patterns in the small of her back, and the realization fully hit him that they’d made love. That she loved him, and he loved her, and she was moving up to Berkeley where they could be together, and…
“Liz, luv?” he asked softly, resting his head back on the pillow.
“Mmm?” she murmured in response.
“Was it…I mean, was I…” he gulped, “good?” His voice practically squeaked on the last word.
Inwardly, Liz made mental note to curse that little tramp Dru who had left him because he, supposedly, couldn’t satisfy her. Much cursing would be done, indeed…when she wasn’t half asleep. “You were wonderful,” she assured him in a contented haze. “You are wonderful.” Her lips brushed her bare chest.
“You were pretty amazing yourself,” he admitted, kissing the golden crown of her head. A satiated smile spread across his face as he closed his eyes and drifted off as well. “Amazing…”
* * *
“You’re sure that ‘guide’ didn’t try to get fresh?” William demanded, blue eyes narrowed to suspicious slits.
Dawn groaned. “Yes, he slipped something in the crack cocaine he gave me, and then he and all his buddies gang-raped me,” she retorted sarcastically, rolling her eyes heavenward. “And…’get fresh’? What decade are you living in?”
Liz merely chuckled and pulled up the blanket around a sleeping Joyce in her lap. “Let it go, sweetheart,” she soothed William. “I’m sure he was a perfectly nice boy…”
William crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. But then his head came over to lean on Liz’s shoulder, and he sighed. “So, we packed, then?” he almost dreaded to ask.
“I’ve been packed for hours,” Dawn retorted smugly. “You’re the one who’s stalling.”
Neither William or Liz could deny that fact. Impulsively, they both leaned in for a quick, sweet kiss.
“It’s only a month,” he tried to whisper reassuringly against her lips, one hand tangled in her hair.
“It sounds like forever,” she complained, kissing him again.
Dawn blinked at the spectacle on the couch. “Okay…ew! So don’t need to see my brother making out…”
With a reluctant sigh, they pulled apart. “I’ll call you as soon as we get home,” William assured her.
“I’ll be waiting,” she agreed, tapping Joyce lightly on the shoulder to wake her up. “You’ll drive safely?”
“Of course.” His lips closed in on hers once more.
“Saccharine alert,” Dawn teased. She had a little smile on her face, though, as she watched how the two of them leaned instinctively into each other, as if drawn magnetically to the other’s touch.
At that moment Joyce finally awoke with a little yawn. “Mommy?” she blinked curiously.
“William and Dawnie are about to leave, sweetie,” Liz informed her. “You want to say ‘bye’?”
“Will-yum?” Joyce fixed soulful puppy-dog eyes on him. “You leafe?”
“Gotta take your mommy’s stuff back with me,” he reassured her, taking her into his own lap and bouncing her lightly on his knee, much to her delight. “But then you and mommy are coming up in a month, and we’ll see each other again. Okay, pidge?”
She giggled and hugged him. “Will-yum come back soon?”
“Yup, that’s right,” he assured her, catching her in a hug so gentle, Liz almost couldn’t believe than a grown man could manage it. “And then you can come play with me while mommy goes to class.”
“Yay!” Joyce announced, arms wrapping around his neck in a brief stranglehold as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Aww…who’s my little princess?” he cooed with a bit of a blush, kissing her forehead as well.
“And does Aunt Dawnie get a good-bye hug, too?” Dawn asked, sweeping Joyce away once William set her down.
“Bye, Aunt Dawnie!” Joyce squealed, hugging her enthusiastically.
“You take good care of your mom while we’re gone, okay?” Dawn asked mock-sternly.
“Pwomise,” Joyce insisted, crossing her heart.
With a wistful smile, Dawn handed Joyce back to Liz. “Thanks for having us,” she said, giving the older woman a hug as well, “and for babysitting my brother while I went campus visiting…” She pointedly stuck her tongue out at William over Liz’s shoulder.
He stuck his tongue out right back at her.
Liz laughed. “It’s all right. He wasn’t too much trouble,” she teased. “And you’ll let me know just as soon as you decide where you’re going to school?”
“Well, duh!”
She and Dawn broke apart, and Liz set Joyce back down where the toddler promptly ran back over to the couch and hugged the big stuffed puppy she’d left there. But Liz’s eyes weren’t on her daughter for once.
“Hey,” she whispered softly, falling easily into William’s embrace and brushing her lips across his gently.
“Hey, yourself,” he agreed, lips playing softly against hers until delving in deeper, plunging his tongue inside, tasting the fine wine of her lips as his hands ran up and down her soft curves.
Liz felt as warm and happy as she ever had in her life until he finally reluctantly pulled away. “Only a month,” she reminded him sadly.
“God, I love you,” he sighed, planting one final kiss on her lips.
“Love you, too,” she agreed before pulling back out of his arms. She absentmindedly wiped at her eyes as he hefted his bag over one shoulder and followed Dawn to the door.
He paused to look back at her from the doorway, and then shrugged his shoulders. “What the hell!” He’d closed the distance between them once more in a heartbeat.
She clung to him and slanted her lips against his repeatedly, trying to memorize every detail of his kiss for the lonely weeks ahead.
And, for once, even impatient Dawn in the doorway didn’t interrupt them.
They finally pulled apart with a gasp, and William took her hand, linking their fingers as he headed back to the door. “We’ll talk tonight,” he assured her, savoring the last touch between them until their fingers finally broke apart and he headed for the car.
“’Cause Darla certainly couldn’t give us the night off or anything,” Liz tried for a little laugh.
“A slavedriver is what she is,” he agreed, tossing his bag into the back seat atop a box of psychology texts. “Love you.”
“Love you.”
And then he was in the car, and only thirty seconds later driving away. She watched until the car rounded the first corner and was out of sight…
* * *
“You two did it last night, didn’t you?” Dawn asked the question with a smirk the instant Liz’s building was out of sight.
“None of your damn business,” he retorted with a huff.
And Dawn chuckled. “One whole month of sex-deprived William in the apartment?” she teased. “UCLA’s looking better all the time…” But her hand reached over to squeeze his shoulder.
“Thanks, Bit,” he smiled after a moment.
“No, thank you for finally finding yourself a girlfriend who’s not a psycho,” Dawn retorted.
“You should hear the things she comes up with to do with a stake,” he muttered under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing for your ears,” he countered.
“Ha!” she exclaimed in triumph. “I knew you two did it last night…”
* * *
“Mommy?” Joyce’s curious voice broke Liz’s moment of lonliness.
“What?” she asked, looking down at her daughter as she closed the door behind them. Absentmindedly, she brushed at her tears.
“Why are you cwying?” Joyce blinked up at her. “Are you sad?”
“No,” Liz assured her with a little laugh. “I’m very happy.”
“It’s silly to cwy then,” Joyce insisted.
And Liz smiled. “You’re right…”
A/N: Well, that’s it, folks. I wanted to keep this short and sweet – just a quick play in a different all-human world. I hope you all enjoyed and laughed at least once, and I’ll definitely be making more AU excursions in the future…
The End.