Title: Sweet Sixteen Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. Feedback: Yes, please! Rating: Will vary, up to NC-17 Summary: AU. Buffy and William are teenage neighbors meeting for the first time. ********************************* Part twelve..... Phase three: Learning to love ~~~~~ "Hold me, hold me Never let me go Until you've told me, told me What I want to know.." And then just hold me, hold me.." ~~~~~ They stood on Buffy's front porch, kissing with a feverish desperation, neither one wanting to be the first to pull away, to have to part from each other...even for the remainder of the night. But eventually, they had to come up for air. She placed her hands on his cheeks, stroking his warm skin with her thumbs. "William," she whispered urgently, looking up into his eyes. Lowering his head, he buried his face against her throat. "I don't want to let you go," he said. "I can't make my arms let go." "Me, neither." She moved her hand to stroke his tousled curls, then pushed him away a little, offering him another kiss. A few moments later, she pulled away and started to say something, but he stopped her by yanking her back into his arms. "Not yet. Just a little longer, Buffy. Please. It'll be forever until tomorrow." ~~~~~ "Make me tell you I'm in love with you.." ~~~~~ "Buffy....say it again," he whispered hotly in her ear. She looked up into his eyes. "I love you." William smiled at her. "I'll never get tired of hearing you say that." "I'll never get tired of saying it." They lingered in each other's arms for a while, neither wanting to be the first to say goodnight. "Can we do something tomorrow?" he asked. "It's Sunday. Maybe we could go to the beach or some- thing?" Buffy nodded. "Okay. I have to go with my mom for some new school clothes, but afterwards we could go." "When will you be home?" "My mom can only stand shopping with me for a few hours at a time," she said. "So I'm pretty sure by 2:00 or so." William ran his hands up and down her bare arms, pleased that the nights were so warm in California that she didn't need a sweater covering her soft skin. "What are you going to buy?" Buffy shrugged. "Some jeans and tops, I guess. I definitely need some new shoes. My dad took me shopping a couple of weeks ago, but he's even less patient than my mom when it comes to the mall." He smiled, thinking to himself that there was nothing in the world he would enjoy more than taking Buffy to the mall and buying her anything she liked. "More of these pretty dresses?" he asked, fingering the soft cotton material that clung to her waist. "Maybe," she said, returning his smile. "Do you...have a favorite color?" His heart rate kicked up. She wanted to dress to please him! "Buffy...I would love you in any color you wear," he said, smoothing her hair away from her face. "But, I'll admit that I'm partial to red." "I'll see if I can find something red," she said shyly. The porch light snapped on. It was her mother's not so subtle signal that it was time to call it a night. "I have to go in." "I know." He slipped his arms back around her waist and pulled her closer. "I'll see you tomorrow." Buffy lifted her face, her lips parted and moist. As he lowered his head to kiss her goodnight, her eyes closed and her arms crept around his neck. When he finally summoned the will to pull away, he murmured, "Goodnight." She said it, too...reluctantly...then went inside and began to close the door. Before it was all the way closed, he put his hand on it and stopped her. "I love you." Buffy smiled and sighed. "I love you, too." "See you tomorrow?" "Yes...tomorrow." And with that, he had to be content. ~~~~~ "Thrill me, thrill me Walk me down the lane where shadows Will be, will be Hiding lovers just the same as we'll be, we'll be When you make me tell you I love you..." ~~~~~ He couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. Whenever he took a deep breath, he caught the scent of her perfume. When his fingers brushed the cotton of his bed sheets, he felt her satiny skin. This was agony, being away from her. How the hell was he going to live until tomorrow? William had never really been in love before. There'd been a girl or two that he'd liked, or found sexy. He'd had two fairly serious girlfriends, one when he'd been fourteen, and the other during his sixteenth year, but the feelings he could remember having for them were nothing at all compared to the overwhelming rush of love and passion he felt for Buffy. He would do anything for her. Absolutely anything. Just to see her smile...to hear her laugh...to feel her touch...her little hands on his body...on his... Groaning, he rolled onto his back and flung the bedclothes violently onto the floor. He tried to think of something else. School would be starting soon, and he was actually looking forward to it. He'd never attended a public school before, and he was curious to see how different it was here in the U.S. And Buffy would be there. He would see her every day. They could have lunch together...find places they could be alone...kiss...and touch....and..... "Bloody hell," he muttered, shutting his eyes tightly. ~~~~~ "They told me, be sensible with your new love Don't be fooled, thinking this is the last you'll find.." ~~~~~ She couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. When- ever she took a deep breath, she caught the scent of his skin, the clean smell of soap and just a trace of aftershave. When her fingers brushed the hair out of her eyes, she felt his touch. Buffy hated being apart from him. She wanted to spend every moment of her life in his arms. For the first time ever, she was in love. She'd thought she'd been in love before, but now she knew better. The feelings she'd had for the one or two casual boyfriends she'd left behind in Los Angeles, were nothing but shadows of the emotions churning inside of her every time she even thought of William. This was love. Her mother and father would probably try to tell her that she didn't understand true love. They would consider her relationship with William to be 'puppy love'. Childish and sweet, but not the serious and lasting type of love that she would find someday when she was older and wiser. They were wrong. So unbelievably wrong. She loved William with every part of herself. Her heart and her soul....and her body. All of it belonged to him, to do with as he would. The way he kissed her...the way he touched her...was as close to paradise as she'd ever been. She was learning so many new things about herself, about what she wanted out of life, about what was really important and what was not. William was her first love, and someday...he would be her first lover. She knew this as clearly as she knew the earth revolved around the sun. It was meant to be. Waiting until tomorrow was like slow torture, and nothing would take her mind off of him. No matter what she tried to think about...her mind always returned to the boy next door. Sitting up in bed, she threw her covers off. Her skin felt hot and sensitive. The memory of his hands touching her so intimately was making her ache to feel him again. She shook her hair back out of her face, almost ready to cry because she wanted so badly to be with him, to kiss him, and to feel his hands on her, moving over her body, touching her breasts and slipping down further between her..... "Oh, God," she whimpered softly, lying down and closing her eyes tightly. ~~~~~ "But they never stood in the dark with you, love When you take me in your arms and drive me Slowly out of my mind..." ~~~~~ It was useless, trying to sleep, trying to think of anything else but Buffy. There WAS nothing else but Buffy. So he let his mind wander, remembering every moment of their time on the beach earlier. As he replayed it in his brain, his hand crept down between his legs and took a firm hold of his rapidly hardening shaft. "Buffy," he whispered, gently stroking his aching flesh. "Yes..." ~~~~~ "Kiss me, kiss me And when you do I know that you Will miss me, miss me If we ever say adieu, so kiss me...kiss me Let me tell you I'm in love with you.." ~~~~~ Her restless tossing had tangled her nightgown up around her waist. She had given up on trying to sleep, there was no point to it when the only thing she could think about didn't relax or calm her in any way. She wanted to be with William, lying on the beach in his arms. Wanted to feel the gentle caress of his fingers in her most secret place, the place he had found with unerring accuracy, the place he had touched over and over again. Buffy closed her eyes and pictured it in her mind. The ocean rolling in and out, the sound of his voice whispering in her ear, the dizzying pleasure of his hands and his mouth... "Oh, William," she sighed, letting her hand delve between her thighs. "Touch me....." ~~~~~ "Never, never, never let me go..." ~~~~~ TBC....... (I'm having a lot of fun with this one. It's amazing how easy it is getting to call up these memories of first love. Remember how desperate it was? How you couldn't wait to be together, and how the whole world was going to stop until you saw each other again? I remember nights when I was certain I was just going to die before I saw my 'sweet sixteen' boyfriend again.)