Title: Sweet Sixteen Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: I only own the story Feedback: Yes, thank you. Rating: Will vary. This chapter (R) Summary: AU. (My first) Buffy and Spike (William) are teenage neighbors, meeting for the first time. Part Seven... ~~~~~ "Happy Birthday Happy Birthday, baby Oh, I love you so..." ~~~~~ They sat side by side on her bed, their thighs pressed intimately together as Buffy unwrapped the package. The room was scented with the fragrance of the roses she had brought upstairs with her, mingled with her perfume. The combination of these two delicious scents was making William feel pleasantly lightheaded. She placed the torn gift wrap on her bedside table, and opened a small white box. Moving the tissue paper surrounding it to one side, she drew out a music box. "This is beautiful," she said, looking up into his eyes. "I love it." The box was a beautiful cherry wood confection with an inlaid design on the lid, varnished to a lustrous shine. Buffy opened the lid and found the inside lined in plush royal blue velvet. There was a tiny gold key on a silk tassel laying in the bottom of the box. He had wanted badly to place a piece of jewelry in the box as well, but had resisted the impulse. He wasn't about to buy her some cheap piece of junk, and it was far too early on for anything expensive. He doubted her mother would have allowed her to accept it anyway. Buffy turned the box over and wound up the mechanism, then smiled when she heard the tinkling sound of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" begin to play. "I love this song," she confessed. "Ever since I heard it for the first time when I was little." William already knew this. He'd asked her mother if she had a particular favorite, and had it specially installed after choosing the box. Buffy listened, surprised when the little tune was played all the way through. "I can't believe that! Most music boxes just play the first couple of lines of a song." William shrugged. "I wanted you to have the entire song...since it's your favorite." She placed the box carefully on her nightstand, letting the music continue. "Thank you," she said softly. Looking up at him and smiling, she placed one hand on his cheek and drew him down to her lips. ~~~~~ "Sixteen candles Make a lovely light But not as bright, as your eyes tonight.." ~~~~~ Her mouth tasted sweet, like cherry punch, and he pressed his lips down harder, urging her to allow his tongue in. With a soft sigh, she parted her lips and placed her hands on his shoulders. William moved one arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he devoured the flavor that was uniquely her own. Buffy felt herself melting into him like soft wax, and she slipped her hands up and around the back of his head, sliding her fingers through the silky mass of curls. As their mouths finally parted to let them draw breath, they tilted their heads and kissed again from a new angle, then began sinking backward onto the bed. "Buffy," William whispered against her cheek, stroking her soft hair. "You look so beautiful tonight...and you smell so good." She tipped her head back, exposing the arch of her throat to his warm lips, gasping when she felt him placing tender kisses down it's length. The dress she was wearing had a V shaped neckline, with a tiny row of buttons that started at the base of the V and ran down the bodice to her waist. William continued kissing her tender skin, down past the hollow at the base of her throat, all the way to where the buttons began, just slightly above the space between her breasts. Buffy's entire body was burning with a need she had no name for. All she was certain of was that she never wanted him to stop touching her, and when he raised one hand and undid the top button of her dress, she didn't protest. "Is this all right?" he asked, begging her with his eyes. "Uh-huh," she nodded, making a soft little sound in her throat when he kissed the beginning swell of her breast. He undid the second button, exposing more of her lovely skin, showing the demarcation line of her golden tan and her creamy breast. Pushing the material to one side, he smiled when he saw she wasn't wearing a bra. The third button slipped from it's hole, and the dress parted further. All he had to do was tug just a tiny fraction of an amount and he would see her bare breast fully, every inch of it. ~~~~~ "Blow out the candles Make your wish come true For I'll be wishing That you love me, too.." ~~~~~ Moving slowly, not wanting to frighten her, he eased the blue cotton over and gently pulled it down. The instant he saw the delicate shell pink of her nipple, his shaft hardened to almost painful proportions. "So beautiful," he murmured, admiring all the gold, white and pink coloring of her full breasts. Impulsively, he bent his head and pressed his lips to the scented valley between the soft mounds, smiling when he heard her inhale sharply. "William..." she whispered on a ragged breath. "Can I...may I kiss you...here?" he begged, his lips just hovering above the taut peak of her right breast. "Oh, yes....yes please," she said, granting him permission to explore to his heart's content. When she felt his warm breath on her flesh, she arched her back in a spontaneous reaction, bringing her nipple into contact with his mouth. He was surprised, and automatically parted his lips to say something or to try and breathe properly...he wasn't sure...but when he felt the velvety bud slipping just inside, he lost every bit of linear thought in his brain. With a guttural moan of her name, he closed his mouth around her nipple and suckled it. "Oh!" Buffy released a strangled sound from her throat, grinding her head into the pillow beneath it. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pressing him down even more firmly against her. William responded by raising his hand and sliding it beneath her breast, lifting it more fully to his touch. His mouth worked at her nipple, sucking and tugging on it as he fondled the plump mound in his hand. The hardness in his pants was approaching critical mass, and he tried to move slightly to one side to ease the pressure. Buffy, afraid that he was taking the pleasure of his mouth away from her, clutched at him, pulling him down and across her body. She parted her legs, allowing him to slip into the cradle of her open thighs. ~~~~~ "You're only sixteen But you're my teenage queen Oh, you're the prettiest, the loveliest girl I've ever seen.." ~~~~~ The moment he felt the contact he was making below the waist, something deep inside of him that was primitive and demanding came screaming to the surface. He reached for the opposite side of Buffy's dress and pushed it away impatiently, baring her other breast. Without hesitation, he captured it in a rough caress and brought his mouth down to it. As he licked and sucked at the nipple, his hand released her and his fingers crept back to the side he'd abandoned. Finding the wet peak of flesh, he took it between his thumb and forefinger and pinched gently. In response, Buffy lifted one leg along his side, giving him more room to grind his pelvis against hers. "Mmmm," he moaned against her breast, sucking harder on it as he played with the other one. Buffy was literally seeing stars at that point, with sky rockets and bombs bursting in air right before her eyes. She had never been touched in this way before, had never allowed any other boy these kinds of liberties with her body. She knew she shouldn't be doing it now. They hadn't known each other but a few days. What would he think of her for letting him do such intimate things? But even though her brain tried to assert some control, her body and her heart were surrendering. The more he touched her, fondled and kissed her, the faster she hoisted her white flag. And when she felt the hard bulge between his legs rubbing against her, she wanted nothing more in the world than to pull up her dress and remove her underwear so he could make contact with her naked sex. Just the thought of it made her lower body jerk in- voluntarily, and she felt a rush of fluid so copious that she thought for a moment she'd started menstruating. William lifted his head from her breast and looked up at her, his eyes heavy lidded with desire. Moving his body back up, he found her mouth again and covered it with his own, instantly plunging his tongue between her parted lips. Though she had no experience with this kind of passion, instinct made up for the lack. Her body reacted, seemingly on it's own. She couldn't help but feel that it was a good thing, because her mind was too far gone to be of any assistance. ~~~~~ "Sixteen candles In my heart will glow Forever and ever For I love you so..." ~~~~~ William tensed when he felt one of her hands move from his hair and down his back. When it reached the waistband of his trousers, it slipped around and pressed against his waist. Her fingers seemed to be searching for something, and he lifted himself slightly off of her, giving her room if she wanted to... *Oh, touch me, touch me, touch me, please, please, please..* he begged silently. *I need you to touch me, Buffy, want you to touch me, touch me THERE, oh God, touch me, I want it, I want it, I'll die if you don't, Buffy, please, just a little bit..* As he deepened their kiss, his own hand slipped down and searched for hers...finding it...squeezing it gently...guiding it.... "Buffy? Are you up there, sweetie?" Her mother's voice called to her from the foot of the staircase, and heaven came crashing down to earth with a dull 'thud'. ~~~~~ "Sixteen candles In my heart will glow Forever and ever For I love you so For I love you so.." ~~~~~ TBC (Oh, come on...you know they can't "go all the way" yet.)