Title: Acting The Part Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: None of the BtVS characters belong to me. Feedback: Love some, thanks. Rating: Up to NC-17 Summary: AU. William St. James is an actor in a hit television show. While appearing at a fan convention, he meets Buffy and her six year old daughter, Melanie. Part Fifteen... "Do you feel like talking?" Buffy turned on her side and smiled into William's eyes. "Sure. What about?" He shrugged, looking almost boyishly shy for a moment. "How about what just happened?" She considered the question, fairly sure he wasn't requesting a rating between 1 and 10 on his performance. It was definitely a solid 10, there was no doubt about it, but William didn't seem like the kind of man to need that sort of reassurance, which had to mean that he was ready to discuss the emotional implications of the act. Problem was, she didn't know quite what they were just yet. Oh, she knew enough to satisfy herself that what had occurred between them was in no way a mistake. Perhaps it had happened a little sooner than it should have, but they'd both been willing participants and were both well over the age of consent. And she knew that he cared for her in some way. He'd made that more than clear when he'd told her that she wasn't a one night stand for him. He hadn't needed to say that. She'd been ready, willing and able to go to bed with him before he'd made that statement, and had he NOT made it, she wouldn't have done any differently Unsure of how to say everything she felt, she worked at collecting her thoughts. "How do you feel about me?" he asked, moving close enough to drape his arm across her waist. "I think you're wonderful." The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them, making her cheeks flush. William didn't seem to notice. "Why?" he asked, with perfect sincerity. She could see by the look on his face that he really wanted an answer, and could sense an inner desperation, as though he'd been lied to in the past, or not cared about for the right reasons; not wanted for WHO he was, but for WHAT he was. "Because," she said, touching his cheek and smiling when he instantly turned his head to kiss her palm, "you're gentle, and you're funny, and you make me feel things that I haven't felt in so long I'd forgotten how. You genuinely care about total strangers. I mean...I watched you at the convention, and you were...were really THERE. You were giving all your attention to the people who came there to see you. When they asked you questions, you looked right at them, and you listened to what they had to say. People you'll likely never see again...you made them feel like friends. Signing all those autographs...you didn't seem to mind how long it took. God, I get grouchy if I have to sign too many Christmas cards. But you were so patient, so friendly with every- one." It seemed to be what he needed to hear. Moving a little closer in the bed, he kissed her with amazing tenderness. "So....you like me, then?" he asked, kissing the tip of her nose. "Yes. Very much." "That's good to know. Because I sort of...well, I....." Once again, he seemed surprisingly shy about articulating his thoughts, a trait she found endearing considering the profession he was in. He shook his head, laughing a little at his own clumsiness. "You know what you said about feeling things you haven't felt in years? It's the same for me." Rolling onto his back, he stared at the ceiling with one hand behind his head. "I'm not going to lie to you, Buffy. I've had a lot of women interested in me for one reason or another. Some of it was real and some of it wasn't. Believe me, I'm not trying to sound like a conceited jerk here, but a lot of it was because of the show. There were some women who couldn't have cared less about me...as long as the show was in the top 10 every week. Some of them were more interested in what I could do for them career wise." Buffy suspected this was all very true, and she was a little surprised that he wasn't a more cynical person because of it. Somehow, he'd retained an inner sweetness that couldn't have been easy for him to hold on to in the world he lived in. "Well," she said, propping her head on her hand, "that's their loss, isn't it?" William turned his head and smiled at her. "You know, I think you're wonderful, too." "You do, huh?" She struggled to sound as though her heartbeat hadn't just quadrupled. "Yeah," he nodded, pushing a lock of her hair off her cheek. "When I first saw you at the convention, I was so attracted to you. I felt this...this pull towards you...and, now..." Breathless, she waited out the pause. "I think about you all the time," he said softly. "I miss you when we're apart. That's never happened to me before with anyone else." "William..." "Please don't tell me it's too soon." He hushed her with one finger touching her upper lip. "Because there's nothing I can do about it." Gently, she pushed his hand away, but held on to it. "That's not what I was going to say," she informed him, guiding his hand to her breast. He drew an unsteady breath. "What, then?" Now, it was Buffy's turn to be shy. "I was going to ask you to make love to me again," she forced out. "But now..." His warm fingers closed around her breast, squeezing it tenderly. "Now...?" "I think...I want to make love to you instead." Actually, she'd never been more certain of anything. Not just because she found him desirable or had feelings for him, but also because she needed to give him a physical demonstration of those feelings and show him that they were very real, that all she wanted from him was him- self. Her words had quite an effect on him. He breathed in deeply as his eyes darkened to sapphire gems, kindling with heat. The sight both aroused and worried her. Now that she'd made the overture, she wasn't quite sure where to start, never having been the aggressor in sexual matters. In the beginning, with Angel, her youth and her rather sheltered upbringing had made her too reserved to initiate intimacy. By the time she was over it, he had already started sleeping around and the love she'd once felt had turned to suspicion and then to revulsion, poison- ing everything between them, seeping into her like icy lake water and making her cold to him...frigid, as he'd never hesitated to point out. In fact, in the midst of their divorce, he'd tried to make it seem like his unfaithfulness was more HER fault than HIS, claiming that after Melanie's birth, Buffy had been so wrapped up in her baby that she'd neglected her husband, forcing him to find comfort in other women's beds. Knowing that it took two people to either make a marriage work or tear it apart, she'd been willing to take a share of the blame. But, even as far back as their college days courtship, Angel had been a philanderer at heart, and she'd been stupid to think that marriage and fatherhood would change him. Now, of course, she knew that she was far from frigid. Light years away, in fact. Her encounter with William had been the proof of it. Whatever ice may have been formed inside of her during her failing marriage was melting in the heat he caused so effortlessly, a warmth that started in her center and radiated throughout her body. Buffy was certain that there wasn't a woman alive who could be frigid with him around. ********************************* "What do you feel when I touch you?" she whispered. He smiled expectantly. "Touch me," he whispered back, "and I'll describe it for you." Starting at the top, her hand caressed his face, stroking the fine bone structure with her thumb. It glided down his throat and explored his pectorals before continuing its journey south. She smiled when he moved invitingly closer, bending her head to kiss the hard layer of muscle below his rib cage. "Tell me." "Well," he said hoarsely, "the first word that comes to mind is.." One hand began to stroke her hair as she teased him with more soft kisses, moving down lower. "Torture." "Really?" She was delighted. "Want me to stop?" she asked, dipping her tongue into the cup of his navel. "Christ, no!" he said, coming down hard on the 'no'. Her hand reached down and took a firm hold on his fully erect organ, giving it a gentle squeeze that made him groan out loud. "Harder," he begged. "Slide your hand up and down like....yeah, like that...just like that." His hips lifted a little, thrusting him into her closed fist. "Jesus, Buffy. I don't think my cock's ever been so hard." His comment increased her own building arousal. This was something very new for her...erotic talking as foreplay. Angel's pillow talk had mostly consisted of directions; 'Move up a little...raise your legs...hold still...' Buffy liked William's approach better. She wanted to play, too. "Tell me what you want," she said, rubbing her cheek against his upper thigh. "I want you to...to keep doing that...keep touching me like that." She shook her head. That wasn't what she wanted to hear. "No, say it the right way." His eyes had been closed. Now, he opened them, looking down and meeting her intent gaze. It wasn't difficult to see what she meant. Still... "Are you sure, babe?" Her silence and one arched eyebrow convinced him. "All right then," he said, his voice deepening. "I want you to play with my cock. Squeeze it and rub it." Now, THESE were directions she could get used to! Her hand continued pumping slowly, alternating her strokes with squeezes. "Is that what you want?" "Yeah," he nodded, swallowing hard at the deliciously wanton sight of her crouching between his spread legs. "Anything else?" His erection was almost touching her lips. Hoping he wasn't being overly graphic for her, he said, "I'd love to feel your mouth on it." She brought the head of his shaft to her lips, placing an airy kiss on it. "And?" Sensing that she wanted it more plainly said, he dis- carded gentility. "Take my cock in your mouth. Suck on it," he demanded, pushing himself more firmly against her lips. At this point, she was too aroused to resist or tease. Holding his hips, she allowed his length to slide smoothly into her mouth. She tasted moisture and salt on her tongue, an intoxicating flavor. His moans of pleasure told her that she must be doing something right. Gaining confidence, she bathed him in tenderly sucking caresses, swirl and fluttering her tongue around the head of his penis. He threw his head back, arching his hips higher to get deeper inside. Buffy felt a thrill of feminine power at the sight and sound of him lying before her, needing her so desperately. Cupping his testicles in her hand, she held them gently as her mouth moved up and down. When he let out a harsh grunt and pushed her away, she was dazed and surprised. Still holding him in her hand, she could feel the pulsing throb of the orgasm he'd been getting close to having. Looking up at him, she shook her hair out of her eyes. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," he said, striving for control. "I don't want to come yet." Looking into her eyes, he tangled his fingers in her hair and urged her back up to him. "I want to fuck you first," he whispered hotly in her ear. The power and dominance she'd felt before changed hands instantly. Now, she was the one made helpless by his words and deeds, letting them sweep her along on hot waves of sexual energy. With his hands on her shoulders, William turned her over until she was lying on her stomach. He straddled her hips, one knee pressing down into the mattress on either side of her. Moving down a little, he lowered his head and kissed the small of her back, then tongued the length of her spine. "Like this," he murmured against her damp skin. "I want to take you from behind." Although he didn't ask, she could tell he was waiting for her to accept or deny the whole idea. Pressing her scarlet cheek against the pillow, she nodded. He said something she couldn't understand through the drum of her heart beat pounding in her ears, and took a firm hold on her hips, pulling her back until she was on her knees. "Grab on to the headboard," he said, his voice a fierce whisper. Buffy wrapped her fingers around the cold brass, waiting. Pressing himself against her thighs, his fingers slid around her hips into the wet heat of her sex, seeking her clit and coaxing pleasure out of her with gentle persistence. Her mouth felt dry from all the panting she was doing. Lick- ing her lips, she concentrated on his touch. "God....you're so responsive," he marveled. "So wet for me." Tiny orgasmic shivers rippled through her every time he pinched her clitoris, whetting her appetite for the one that would rock the foundations of the house. William sucked in a deep breath. Taking himself in hand, he rolled on another condom and then eased into her a little at a time, drawing out the pleasure of penetration. When he was completely buried in her heat, he grabbed her hips again and ground against her, gasping when he felt her tightening around his cock. He looked down at the place where their bodies were joined, nearly undone by the sight of his shaft sliding in and out of her, wet and shiny when it emerged from the slick, tight recess of her body. The bedsprings rocked as they moved together. She was so wet and soft that he could finally abandon control and fuck her deep and hard without fear of hurting her. With her eyes closed and her head tilted back, she seemed to him like the perfect picture of sensual woman, all soft rounded curves and smooth, scented skin. Her back dipped so fetchingly that he had to take one hand and slide it down the surface of her flesh to see how it felt. "Buffy," he groaned out. "Push back against me...harder...ah, that's it...that's good...you like this?" All she could do was nod and make some incomprehensible sound to signal him that she was highly pleased. Suddenly, he needed her closer. Sliding one arm around her waist, he pulled her back on her knees until their bodies were pressed firmly together. With nothing to hold on to, she slipped one arm behind his neck when he leaned down to nuzzle her throat. Locking his arms tightly around her, he began thrusting harder and faster, breathing in the floral fragrance of her hair, mixed with the more earthy scent of raw sex. "Come on, sweetheart," he urged. "Come for me...I want to feel you come...all over me...so wet and hot...I need it...I need YOU ...baby...yes...feels so good...so sweet." He drove into her over and over again. Buffy gasped for breath, nearly screaming when she felt him use one finger to play with her clitoris. That was all she needed to send her over the top. Her internal muscles clamped down hard, trapping him inside her as she orgasmed. The feel of her spasming around him brought on his own climax. Biting his lip to hold back a shout of pleasure, he pushed her down on the mattress and delivered three more thrusts before he erupted. When he began ejaculating, he pulled out and stripped off the condom, then burrowed his cock between the tight sheath of her inner thighs, grinding his pelvis as the hot fluid spewed out of him. After it was over, they lay tangled together on the mussed bedsheets, waiting for their breathing to regulate and their bodies to calm down. "See?" he murmured in her ear, stroking and fondling and petting her all over. "Wonderful." Being held so close that their hearts pounded in unison, Buffy nodded. "Yes. You are." "WE are," he insisted. "You..and me...together." "Together." **************************************** A short time later, William rolled over in bed and checked the clock. "I hate to say this, but I guess I should go. If I fall asleep here, you'll never wake me up." Buffy sat up in bed and wrapped the sheet around her upper body, watching him get dressed. She knew he was doing the right thing, and she knew he was doing it because he didn't want confuse or upset Melanie should she awaken and come looking for her mother. A tiny smile formed on her lips. If he only knew. "What are you smiling at?" he asked, sitting down next to her. She shook her head. "It's nothing." "Oh, come on. That's mean. You can't do that to me." Looking up at him, she made a snap decision, hoping it was the right one and wouldn't send him running for the hills. "It's about Melanie. Something she said." "Well, I want to know," he insisted. "Tell me." Buffy sighed. If he was going to run, she'd just as soon find out now. "Okay. Remember I told you about 'share time' in school? When she talked about you?" "Yeah. And the kids didn't believe her." "Right." "But I fixed that...didn't I?" "Yes," she assured him. "But she said something else about you...something bigger." "Tell me," he prompted again. Well...he was asking for it. "She said that you were going to be her...her new...daddy." Sitting back against the headboard, she watched as a slow smile appeared on his face. "Really? She said that?" So far, he wasn't running. He actually looked almost...proud. "Yeah, she did." "You think she wants me to be?" Buffy just shrugged and nodded. There was a short silence, then William reached for her hand. "Tell me about her father." TBC..... Feedback? It cheers me.