Summary: William Jamison
Giles is the Slayer and
Buffy is a vampire with a death wish. When they meet the sparks fly and
things get really interesting in Sunnydale. Lots of familiar faces in
this ficcy, just not used in the same way as canon. Betaed by
Spikeslovebite.
Chapter 13
SIX MONTHS LATER
Buffy rubbed the musky smelling oil into Will's back. Their patrol had
been extra hard that night; the demons in town had thought that Faith's
departure for new hunting grounds would make the remaining Slayers
easier to fight. The demons soon learned how wrong they were.
"Joyce heard from Faith and her new Watcher," Will grunted out between
groans. "They're doin' real good in Cleveland. Already established
themselves."
"That's good." Buffy leaned down to kiss Will's shoulder. "At least
there will be somewhere to retreat to if we need it. Besides, I think
something's up. I can just feel it in the air."
"Me, too." Will rolled over and pulled Buffy into his arms. "But right
now, I wish to love my girl." He threaded his hands through her hair,
and he tugged her in for a kiss. Will grinned against her lips when she
moaned at his dominance.
Will rolled Buffy over onto her back, and he settled himself between
her thighs. Six months of lovemaking had taught Will of every spot that
would incite his lover's passion. He used this knowledge to make her
wiggle and squirm with arousal and anticipation. When he finally sank
his cock into her soft, pliant body, she was wet and slick, easing his
way to their mutual orgasms.
"I love you, Buffy," Will whispered into the vampiress' ear. "Till my
death, and beyond." The couple had taken to saying this mantra when
they had decided that when Will was ready, that Buffy would turn him.
"And I, you," Buffy whispered back. "Till your death, and beyond." She
snuggled into Will's side, and she flung an arm and a leg over his warm
body. "What did Wes have to say in his last report?"
"Not much. That arsehole Angel got all tangled up with some law firm
down in Los Angeles." Will shrugged. The irritation clearly marked on
his expressive face. "Guess when they got to there, the old poofter
took out a client of the law firm, and then got into a fight with their
golden boy."
"You should have let me stake him," Buffy sighed. "He really is more
trouble than he's worth."
"I agree, but I really don't feel like explainin' it to that stinky
demon, Whistler."
"Yeah, well, next time he shows up, I'm tearing his ribcage out and
wearing it as a hat," Buffy snarled.
"That's my bloodthirsty gal." Will leaned down to plant a kiss on the
now giggling Buffy.
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"So, everyone agrees?" Willow asked. She looked around at the others.
"We're gonna throw Will and Buffy an anniversary party next weekend."
"Sounds good to me," Cordelia replied. Then, she scrunched up her face
in thought. "We don't have to invite her minions do we? Because there
are a few of them that just don't have any manners whatsoever!"
"Dalton's the only one on the list." Willow consulted the piece of
paper in front of her. "Well, I'm gonna be take charge gal here. Anya
and Giles, can you come up with the munchies?"
"Yeah, that'd be fine." Anya nodded her head. "Hallie opened a catering
service just a couple of months ago in Arashmahaar. She owes me several
favors."
"Okay, check." Willow put a checkmark beside 'food' on her list. "Cordy
and Xander, this is the Hellmouth. So, how about weapons? Oh, and make
sure that where ever Joyce and Ethan pick to have the party has plenty
of exits."
"Yes, Ma'am." Xander saluted Willow. "Officer Harris reporting for
duty!" He twisted out of Cordelia's way when she gave him a sharp elbow
in the side.
"How big of a place are we talking about?" Joyce looked up from the
book she was reading. "I'm pretty sure that Snyder wouldn't like us to
have a party in the library."
Willow turned to the guest list, and she looked over the names. "I'd
say we have about twenty guests, but I'm thinking somewhere more
private than the Bronze, but more public than our houses. Oz and I are
on decoration duty. So, somewhere that we can do up without anyone
bugging us."
"What about the caretakers house where Buffy stayed when she first
moved here?" Xander asked. "It's big enough, private enough, and if you
work with what's there the decorations won't be that hard."
"Excellent idea," Willow said. "What do you all think?" She smiled when
they all agreed with her.
"Are Don and his friend Ainsley going to be there?" Joyce asked.
"Yes, and a couple of other kids too," Willow replied. She checked the
list again. "Maybe we could make different areas for the different
ages. I'm pretty sure Don doesn't want to be around the rest of us."
"That's a good idea." Giles took off his glasses, and he polished them
with a handkerchief. "We'll bring out the board games. Don loves to
show off his knowledge by crushing his opponents with Trivial Pursuit."
He shoved his glasses back on his face.
"Okay, everybody has their assignments. Let's get a move on, and
remember don't tell Will or Buffy." Willow handed papers with the plans
to everyone. "Now on to the real Scooby meeting, anyone hear anything
about what the Mayor is up to?"
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"You know they have something planned, don't you?" Buffy asked her
mate. They were walking through the cemetery towards the caretaker's
house.
Will chuckled at Buffy. "Of course I do, luv. I gave Don $50 and he
squealed like Mr. Gordo." The male Slayer snorted pig-like at the
female Slayer.
"You watch it, buster." Buffy shook her finger in Will's face. "Never
make fun of a girl's stuffed piggie."
'Hey, I won the little sucker for you at the school carnival." Will put
a hand over his heart. "I would never make fun of Mr. Gordo."
"Better not!"
They arrived at the caretaker's house, and Buffy opened the door. It
was dark inside, but she could hear heartbeats inside, even an extra
fast one that indicated that Spike's poker buddy Clem was in there.
"Hey, anyone here?" she called out. "Come out, come out, where ever you
are."
"SURPRISE!"
THE END!