Title: Caught Between Two Lovers Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: All I own is nothing at all Summary: AU I guess. This is a retelling of the way Spike and Buffy met. Angel has never existed in this story, and it takes place around the time of School Hard. Spike is a little different here, too. Part Four... Somewhere in the Night ~~~~~ Time, you found time enough to love And I found love enough to hold you So tonight, I'll stir the fire you feel inside Until the flames of love enfold you ~~~~~ "This is a nice car." "You like it, angelface?" "Yeah. It's very...very big," Buffy finished lamely. He smiled as he reached for her. "Come over here," he said, as he pulled her across the cold leather seat, wrapping one arm around her to keep her close. She examined the interior of the car. It was in perfect condition. Even though the thing had to be close to thirty years old, it was obviously well cared for. "Where are we going?" she asked, trying to see out of windows that were tinted nearly black. "Not far," he replied, pressing a soft kiss against her hair. Though outwardly calm, inside she was mass of jangled nerves, wondering yet again if she was making a horrible error in judgement. His fingers were playing in her hair, twining the strands around them and stroking them with his thumb. As though he could hear her internal struggle, he tightened his arm around her. "Almost there." She glanced up and caught his eyes watching her. <...THOUGHT about trying to get away...for a second..> Less than five minutes later, the car turned onto Ocean Front Road, and pulled into a large parking lot. By straining her eyes, she could make out the words of a sign glowing in gold neon. SEA BREEZE INN HOTEL FACILITIES OR INDIVIDUAL COTTAGES At the bottom of the sign, the word VACANCY blinked steadily on and off. He pulled the car into a parking place near the office and cut the engine. Opening his door, he turned to Buffy. "Be right back, angelface." She watched as he crossed the gravel lot to the hotel's office and went inside. She was still mentally kicking herself in the rear when the door she was squeezed up against opened, nearly spilling her out onto the ground. Before she could right herself, William caught her. "Be careful. You don't watch to scratch your beautiful skin, do you?" "Thanks." She took the hand he offered her and stepped out of the car. Standing beside him, an immovable object, she swallowed hard. He sensed her hesitation and, sliding one arm around her waist, he cupped her chin in his free hand and lifted it until she met his eyes. Leaning down until their lips nearly touched, he asked, "Do you want to leave?" Buffy gazed up into his fathomless blue eyes... and was lost. Common sense could take a flying leap at the moon. She wanted this, possibly more than she'd ever wanted anything, and wanting some- thing that badly was not without it's risks. She raised one hand and touched his cheek. "No." Taking hold of that hand, he smiled and pressed a long and tender kiss into it's palm. "Then come with me." ~~~~~ Laying beside you, lost in the feeling So glad you opened my door, come with me... ~~~~~ He guided her in the direction of the last cottage in the row. Unlocking the door, he reached inside and flicked a wall switch, casting the room in a mellow, golden glow. Buffy let out a surprised squeak when he suddenly picked her up and carried her into the room, closing the door with a kick of one foot. She looked around the room with wide eyes. It was a queen sized bed, with a beautiful brass head and foot board, accented with porcelain knobs that had small peach colored rosebuds painted on them. A peach satin comforter and a huge mound of matching lace and satin pillows adorned the bed. He set her on her feet, slipping his arms around her waist from behind. "You like?" he asked softly in her ear. Buffy nodded, her body shivering deliciously at his touch. The room was furnished in the old fashioned antique style her mother liked. There was an immense oak armoire, a chest of drawers with a matching vanity table, two nightstands holding matching crystal lamps, and a pair of armchairs facing a working fire- place. The mantle had a small brass clock in the middle of it, and she averted her eyes, not wanting to know what time it was, or how much time they would have here. There was a picture window on the wall facing the ocean, and sheer lace panels hung to the floor, flanked by thick brocade draperies pulled back into swags. Still avoiding the clock, she crossed the room and parted the lace curtains. It was too dark to really see the ocean, but the window was cracked open a little, and she could hear the waves impacting on sand and rock. A thin ribbon of moonlight danced on the surface of the water, bouncing around with the ocean's unrest. She was so completely engrossed by it all, that she didn't know he had joined her until she felt him place his hands on her waist. He lowered his head and kissed the side of her neck, and this time, she didn't tense up, a fact which seemed to please him. "That's my girl," he said softly, leaving a trail of moist kisses on her skin. "Do you like that?" She tilted her head a little and closed her eyes. "Yes," she smiled. "More." Brushing her hair aside, he lavished the other side of her neck with the same sweet touches. "You smell so good," he said, biting gently on her ear lobe. "Like roses." She laughed. "What?" he asked, tightening his arms around her. "Tickles," she said, laughing again. "Should I stop?" He smiled against her skin. She shook here head. "No, don't." Turning in his arms, she looked up at him. "I like it," she confessed. He gazed down into her large green eyes, content to drown in them if that should be her pleasure. Raising one hand, he brushed the back of it over the rounded curve of her cheek. "You're skin is so soft...so warm. Like a ripe peach in the sunshine." He traced a finger along the curve of her lower lip. "And that mouth...that beautiful..sen- suous mouth." Buffy's head was spinning from both his touch and the compliments he lavished on her. She'd never had a boy talk to her like this before, saying such romantic and arousing things. "Come here, I want to show you something." He shed his coat and and took her hand, pulling her across the room and into the adjoining bathroom. Buffy gasped. What a bathroom! Pale peach colored tile surrounded a large por- celain tub. It was a slightly darker shade of peach, with a brass faucet and handles. One wall was papered in a pattern of small peach and pink flowers, with light green leaves. The sink matched the bathtub, and had the same brass fixtures. On the end of the counter there was a stack of thick cream colored bath towels sitting next to a small silver tray containing an assortment of bath soaps and gels in different fragrances. The lighting was soft, with a peachy glow, giving the room an air of supreme romance. Buffy was nearly speechless. "This is...this is just..." "Nice, huh?" "Are you kidding me?" she asked in amazement. "If I had a bathroom like this at home, I'd never come out of it." He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Would you like to take a bath? Be a shame not to take advantage of it." Buffy just shook her head. "I want to be with you." "You will be, angelface." Her heart did a somersault as she blushed from head to toe. "You..you mean..together?" she stammered, shaking her head again. "Oh, I couldn't...I just..." "Never mind," he said. "I was just teasing you. You're not ready for that...just yet." Taking both her hands in his, he walked backwards and led her out of the bathroom, then sat in one of the arm- chairs and pulled her down into his lap. With his arms encircling her possessively, he kissed her cheek. "Are you frightened?" Buffy shrugged. "Not frightened...just..." "Nervous?" "Well...yeah." He smiled and brushed her hair back from her face. "You're so young. I don't think I should do this." She didn't know whether to be completely relieved or horribly disappointed. What had happened? Why didn't he want her anymore? Was she too young...or not pretty enough...or was it because she was the slayer?" He seemed to be reading her mind. "It's not that I don't want you...because I do. I wanted you the minute I saw you." He smiled as he hurried to reassure her. "You're very beautiful, and I'm extremely attracted to you." She swallowed hard. "Then..then why?" He sighed. "Because..believe it or not..I'm starting to feel guilty about stealing your innocence." Guilty? Buffy was confused at this notion. Since when did vampires feel guilty about anything? She'd always been under the impression that they would maim, murder, rape and steal without a second thought. That they would eradicate an entire populace, then sleep like babies at...during the day. But she was now learning that vampires could be just as different from one another as people could. She struggled for the right reply, but could only come up with, "Someone's going to do it anyway...someday." He nodded in agreement. Yes. Someday," he empha- sized. "When you're a little older." "But I'm getting older every day," she protested. "That should count for something." Suddenly afraid that her words would not convince him, she cupped her hands around his face and drew him down, placing her lips lightly against his. "Please..." she whispered. He groaned softly as he felt her part her lips beneath his, and his arms tightened automatically. They spent the next few moments doing nothing more than kissing. Starting out slow, then gradually increasing in intensity, their mouths moved against each others with with desperate hunger. Buffy became very still when she felt William's hand working at the buttons of her blouse. When they were all undone, he began to ease the garment down her arms and off. Pausing a moment to admire the combination of creamy skin and ivory lace, he opened the clasp of her bra. Without moving the two halves apart, he pressed his lips to the silken hollow between her breasts. After what seemed like forever, he peeled the lingerie away from her skin, baring her breasts completely. Without hesitating, wanting to relive that maddening plunge into total abandon, she arched her back, offering her lush curves to his touch...to his mouth. When she felt his mouth on her skin, her head dropped back and she closed her eyes. He ran his tongue all over and around the ample mounds, kissing and licking the undercurves and the sides, nuzzling the space between them Buffy was panting in his arms, balancing on the razor's edge, waiting... The tips of her breasts were almost painfully hard, anticipating the relief that his tongue and his mouth would provide from the throbbing ache he had induced in her, as he played her body like a perfectly tuned instrument. ~~~~~ Somewhere in the night we will know Everything lovers can know You're my song, music too magic to end I'll play you over and over again... ~~~~~ He glanced into her eyes, briefly, then looked back down and cupped his hand beneath one breast. Lowering his head just a tiny bit more, he lifted her rounded flesh and covered the tight aching nipple with his mouth, sucking it gently as he swirled his tongue around it. Buffy nearly screamed. She had never been touched like this before. The quick explorations she had made of her own body had not produced anything close to this avalanche of raw ecstasy. He sat her up on his lap, helping her straddle him. Taking both her breasts into his hands, he squeezed and fondled them, gently pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Her breathing was ragged and eyes were un- focused as she squirmed on his thighs, making him groan at the contact. "You're amazing," he whispered, kissing her taut nipples. "So responsive." He couldn't believe his good fortune, couldn't believe that he would be the man to introduce her to all the pleasures to be found in the act of lovemaking. He didn't even try and kid himself into thinking that this was just sex, just the mindless and anonymous fucking of a willing and nubile young female. There was far more between them than that, and it made him wonder if this whole thing hadn't been orchestrated centuries ago by someone far wiser than he could ever hope to be. Whatever the whys and wherefores, he was here now. He was going to teach this beautiful girl everything he knew, and his knowledge, gleaned from more than a century of experience, was vast indeed. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he said, "Hold on, angelface," and stood up, carrying her to the bed. Depositing his little bundle of softness on the mattress, he caught her seeking hands and kissed them, then put them firmly away. "Wait a minute," he said, reaching for the zipper on the back of her skirt. "I want you naked. I want to see every inch of your skin, touch it and kiss it. Buffy lifted her hips, aiding his efforts. He pulled the skirt down and off, then removed her shoes and placed them on the floor. He peeled off her pantyhose, keeping them within reach, in case they made it to the point of playing little games later. Her panties were made of the same ivory lace and satin as her bra, and were extremely brief, really nothing but little wisps of fabric. He hooked his fingers in the sides, and slowly tugged them down, revealing the moist center of her body. The heat emanating from her was intense, and the scent was making him dizzy. Tossing her panties to one side, he placed his hands on her thighs and began to part them. She instinctively tried to keep them closed as a wave of shyness nearly took her under. William glanced up at her. "Please?" he asked, stroking her soft skin. "Let me see." Slowly, gradually, she allowed him to spread her legs. The muscles in her thighs quivered beneath his hands and he massaged them until she began to relax and become more comfortable with his scrunity. Forcing himself to remember that she was very young and completely untried, he kept his movements slow and gentle. There would be another time for wild and uncontrollable passion, for the game of domination and submission. This girl was a shy and unbroken little filly. She had to be treated properly, coaxed and caressed until she was all softness and eager sweetness in his arms. It would take time, but she would be worth the effort. So engrossed was he in his perusal of her, he almost failed to notice that his shy little kitten was becoming bolder all on her own. She was methodically working at the buttons of his shirt, tugging them from the waistband of his jeans. Discarding his shirt, he yanked off the black cotton t-shirt he wore beneath it, then sat up and tugged his boots and socks off. When he had only one garment left, she suddenly lost her nerve. He worked open the stiff buckle of his belt and left it hanging loose, then took her hands and placed them in position to unbutton his jeans. She hesitated, and he tilted his head and smiled at her. "Don't you want to see?" he asked. "Aren't you even a little bit curious?" Buffy blushed. "I've...well, I've just..." "Now, angelface," he said, shaking his head. "Don't tell me that you've seen a man naked before...or I shall be very...very...jealous." She couldn't meet his eyes. "No..just babies..you know, from babysitting." "Good," he said, satisfied. The idea of her looking at or possibly touching another man did not sit well with him, just as the thought of another man touching her made him downright angry. This girl belonged to HIM now, and he would happily kill any man who tried to prove differently. He'd always had a jealous nature, and he'd given up trying to control it a long time ago. "Just undo the buttons for now," he said. "Then we'll take it from there." She tried, but her movements were clumsy, due to her inexperience, and the very hard bulge she kept brushing her fingers against, which seemed to get bigger every time she did. Buffy had been so engrossed in trying to do what he wanted, that she'd forgotten to be embarrassed at her nudity. When he finally put her hands away from him and began to open the buttons himself, she remembered that she was just lying there, bare ass naked. She reached for part of the comforter, draping it over herself in the places she felt the most exposed. Glancing up at him, she saw the amusement in his eyes. "I'm only allowing that because you look so sexy with that satin covering you in certain places and exposing you in others," he said, gesturing at her bare legs and shoulders. Thanking God that she had shaved her legs and underarms when she'd showered earlier, Buffy tried to control her blush. Unable to stop herself, she peeked out of the corner of her eye when he had all the fastenings open on his jeans.... And almost turned purple when she was made intimately aware that he didn't bother with under- wear of any variety..boxers OR briefs. Chuckling inwardly, he stood up and removed his trousers, then knelt on the bed beside her. Buffy's gaze skipped around as she looked at everything in the room except for...IT. "Look at me," he said firmly, then softened his tone. "We'll never get any further if you can't even bring yourself to look at me, angelface." Feeling foolish, she finally turned her gaze upon his most..intimate..attribute. Although it was a handsome specimen of man- hood, she was a little shocked at it's size. It certainly didn't look like anything that would fit inside of her, making her wonder if perhaps she was too small. He knew what was on her mind just by watching the play of emotion on her face. "Don't look so worried, angelface," he said. "It'll fit." She looked at him, uncertainly. "Will it hurt?" "Probably," he admitted. "At first. But there are things I can do for you...TO you...to make sure it doesn't hurt for long." Oh, yes...foreplay. She had read about that in the issues of Cosmo that her mother thought were so well hidden in the bottom of her mending basket. There were lots of different kinds of foreplay, physical and verbal, and it was designed to prepare the body for intercourse by stimulating the... He moved a little closer, and his erection swayed a little with his movement. All of a sudden, she couldn't take her eyes off of it. She had no previous experience to compare him with, but she was fairly certain that, as male organs went, his was a pretty good size. It jutted straight out away from his body, announcing his pure and unadult- erated maleness to anyone who cared to look. Wide at the base, it sprang from a thatch of medium brown curls, tapering to a blunt, bell shaped head. Something about it seemed wrong, not in an unattractive way, but in a out-of-place way. It took her a moment to realize what it was. He was circumcised. She had done enough baby sitting of little boys to have seen both the cut and the uncut version. The first time she'd seen an uncircumcised penis, she had described it to her mother and demanded to know what in the world was wrong with the baby's privates. Her mom had laughed until she gave herself the hiccups, then explained the social, medical, and religious history of the practice to Buffy. One thing her mother had been fairly clear on was that routine circumcision was a fairly recent practice. It certainly hadn't been common back when William must have been born. This train of thought immediately jumped to another one. She had no idea when he'd been born, or when he'd become a vampire. It could have been five years ago or five hundred years ago, for all she knew. "What in the world are you thinking with that very serious expression on your face?" he asked, sounding highly amused. There was no delicate way around this, so she jumped right in. "I noticed that you're..that you don't have a..." she gestured with her hand. Although tempted to tease her by announcing that he most certainly did have one, couldn't she see it right there in front of her face, he forced himself not to and took the comment he knew she was trying to make seriously. "You noticed that I'm circumcised," he said, filling in the blank for her. "And you know that wasn't common back when I was first born." "Well," she shrugged, "my mother told me..." He had absolutely no idea how to inform her of the circumstances that had led up to the loss of his foreskin. How did you tell a young and virginal girl about getting so drunk you couldn't see straight, and allowing yourself to accept a dare like the one he'd accepted nearly twenty-two years ago...to be circumcised without benefit of any anesthetic. Actually, it wasn't a memory he cared to bring up, and whenever he did think about it, he thanked any and all powers that he'd at least had the sense to reject the first method of circumcision he'd been dared to undergo. After he'd had it done, and it had healed, he was pleased with the results. It was nice not to hear the comment "Ewww...what IS that?" every time he dropped his pants. "Let's just say...I find this to be more convenient. And hygienic," he said, hoping she would leave it at that. Buffy shrugged. "I like the way they look this way much better," she said, before she could stop herself. Realizing what she had let slip out of her mouth, she looked up at him and turned bright red once again. "I...I just mean..." He just shook his head. "I know what you meant," he said tenderly. "You know, every time I think you can't possibly get any more adorable...you prove me wrong." Nearly overcome with embarrassment, she tried to get out of the bed, but his arm shot out and prevented it. Holding her firmly in place, he stretched out next to her. "I'm not laughing at you, angelface, I promise I'm not," he said sincerely. "Now come here and kiss me." Without thinking twice, she did as he asked. He drew her into his arms, molding her upper body against his, then rolled her over until he was above and she below. She felt his erection rubbing against her thigh, and it evoked a suprising rush of moisture from between her legs. As he ravaged her mouth with his tongue, he sent one hand down to fondle her breasts, repeating all the touches she'd enjoyed so much before. When he sensed her need for air, he released her mouth and moved down the smooth column of her throat and over the upper curve of her chest, finally coming to rest on the diamond hard bud of her right breast. He played there for a long time, lingering over her sweetness, drawing and sucking and licking until she was nearly mindless with the sensations rocketing through her. "God," he moaned. "You have such beautiful breasts. So soft and warm...and they're surprisingly full for such a tiny little girl." She stroked his hair and the back of his neck. "More," she begged. He obliged her instantly. Taking one nipple into his mouth, he rubbed his tongue against it, then nipped it gently with his teeth. As he sucked one nipple, he fingered the other one, pinching and tugging at it. His cock felt hard enough to cut glass, and he knew he had to get a little relief soon. Just as he was pondering the possiblity of suggesting that she try touching him again, she flabbergasted him by sliding her hands down his back and over his rear, squeezing the firm muscle of his ass. "Mmmm..." he moaned, without releasing her breast from his mouth. She gasped from the feel of the vibration, and rewarded him for it by cautiously moving one hand around his front, brushing her little fingers against the base of his cock. Releasing her from his mouth, he grunted, "Good girl...are you all right?" "Yes," she panted. "Tell me...tell me what to do." Her words made his mind reel with unbelievable possi- bilities. Since he couldn't ask his virginal little slayer to just slide on down between his legs and suck him off till he creamed all over her, he forced himself to stay calm. "Just...wrap your little fingers around it. That's right..now squeeze a little...ahh, good...a little harder...oh yes...per- fect..oh, my baby...that's so good..." His encouraging words were making her bolder, and she instinctively began to slide her cupped hand up and down the length of his hard shaft, rubbing the tip of it with her thumb when she felt fluid oozing from it. She was a little disappointed when he pulled away from her hand, She'd just been catching on to the rhythm, enjoying the hard thrust of his flesh in her hand and the noises emanating from his throat. "What's wrong?" she asked, as he rolled onto his back, his eyes shut tight. "Did..did I hurt you or something?" "No..you didn't hurt me at all, angelface. I was..I was about to...lose control. God, I can't believe it. I haven't come that close to losing it since I was a teenage boy." He smiled up at her. "See, that's what YOU do to me." She felt a wave of feminine power come over her. Just knowing that she'd been the one to drive him to the brink of...the brink of...well, whatever...was exciting her even more. He could see she was starting to gain confidence, and he decided to see if she was ready for something a little more intimate. Urging her onto her back, he stroked her touseled hair back from her face and kissed her quickly. As he did, he moved his hand down and gently wedged it between her thighs. She tensed, and he pulled away to whisper in her ear. "Please, love..please...I want to touch you, too." His gentleness and soft words seduced her into relaxing the vice clamp she'd made of her thighs. Opening them just a little, she allowed his fingers to slip in and touch her in the most intimate place on her body. He resumed his attentions to her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples, until she was wet and loose between her legs. Using one finger, he carefully located her clitoris and began to rub it gently, slowly, as he continued to nurse at her breast. Buffy was then knocked flat by a wave of the most intense pleasure she'd felt so far. It radiated from her inner core, and flowed out through all her muscles, making her skin tingle and her hips jerk upwards, seeking....something more. She was moaning and sighing, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. So engrossed was she in this new sensation, she barely felt him leave her breast and move down in the bed. Pushing her legs a little farther apart, he kissed her inner thighs, and nuzzled the neatly trimmed patch of soft curls that guarded her sex. Her scent was intoxicating, like nothing he'd ever smelled before, and he wanted to wallow in it, to lose himself in it. And if her scent was this sweet...how wonderful would she taste? He had to know...couldn't wait another second to find out. With her legs splayed wantonly apart, she felt him begin to apply his tongue to the cleft of her sex. He slid it wetly up and down, licking up all the moisture her body was producing for him. Digging her heel's into the mattress, Buffy lifted her hips, trying to rub herself against him in the right place, that wonderfully pleasureable place he'd been touching with the tip of his finger. "Pleaseohpleaseohplease..." she whined, wanting it so desperately it was nearly painful. She didn't know how to ask, but he didn't need to be asked to know what it was she needed. Lifting her with his hands beneath the soft flesh of her bottom, he plunged his tongue into her, then began to slide it in and out, only pausing to suck on that hot little button that was driving her mad. "So sweet," he whispered, licking her with broad strokes of his tongue. "So sweet and juicy...like fruit...ripe and tangy..on my tongue." Her breathing was escalating almost to the point of hyperventilation. He leaned down again and sucked on her clit, then used one finger to just lightly rub her labia, careful not to probe it too deeply. Desperate for release, she writhed and twisted in his hold, using her own hands to help by sliding her fingers into his curls and pressing him down harder. Orgasm hit her suddenly, making her scream, making her hips lunge upwards as he clamped his mouth around her and sucked as hard as he could, rubbing her clit with his tongue. As she began to relax, to force herself to loosen the grip she had taken with her thighs, she made a hazy decision to never, ever, leave this bed again. Not as long as he was in it with her. ~~~~~ Loving so warm, moving so right Closing our eyes, and feeling the light We'll just go on burning bright Somewhere in the night..... ~~~~~ End of part 4 (ready for part 5? Cuz they're just getting started)