Buffy slumped up to her room and dropped her bag on the floor before collapsing on the window seat. The weekend had been wonderful, and now it was just a memory. Gone. William would be alone in his big bed tonight, while she’d be stuck here, in her little barely-army-issue-cot-excuse-for-a-bed, listening to Cordelia alternately snore and sigh, Oh, Xander!
It wasn’t fair. Life wasn’t fair at all, it was stupid, all of it.
Although, she thought, remembering the rasp of William’s clothes against her naked body, it wasn’t entirely bad.
And then, remembering the look of horror on the maid’s face, she couldn’t repress a giddy laugh. Yeah, life could be really good! Man, if she had a picture of that look on that woman’s face….
Buffy jumped a little when Cordelia threw open the door and walked into the room. “Oh, you’re finally back, are you?” the brunette asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Umm, yeah, I’m back,” agreed Buffy dryly. “This is me being back.” She would have said something sarcastic, but she wasn’t really feeling up to it. She was sad at leaving William—she’d been so excited about the weekend, and then it was over before she knew it. Like an dream, insubstantial.
“Well, you’ve got a call,” Cordelia told her, pointing out the door towards the common area and the dorm’s one honor phone, which the girls were most emphatically not supposed to use except in cases of dire need.
“A…call?” Buffy repeated, surprised. She hadn’t received a call the entire time she’d been there.
Cordy looked at her expectantly, while Buffy just stared back. “Aren’t you going to get it?” Cordy finally asked in exasperation.
“Yeah, I guess, uh…yeah,” said Buffy, getting up and walking down the hall to the little alcove with the phone, and picked up the receiver that was laying on the table. “Hello?”
“Buffy Anne Summers!” snapped her mother’s frosty voice. “Where have you been all weekend?”
~*~*~*~
William whistled as he unpacked. What an absolutely wonderful weekend. Four luscious days and nights, waking up in each others’ arms, walking around holding hands. Touching each other under the trees and the sky, the breeze raising goosebumps against their skin. Knowing they wouldn’t have to part for days.
He should really be depressed it was over, he thought, but instead he was nearly giddy. All he could think about was going away with her again. Maybe Christmas? No, her family would probably want her home. When was the next long weekend after the winter break? MLK Day? And then Presidents' Day wasn’t long after. Maybe there were more; he’d have to consult the calendar. Presumably she’d go home for Easter, and then…and then….
And then the school year would nearly be over, and she’d be graduating, and then she’d be gone.
William paused, hand tightening on a sweater. He clenched it in his hand for a moment before forcing himself to relax. It was no good thinking about the future, because they didn’t have one. He wasn’t going to spend the rest of the year torturing himself about losing her; he was going to grab on and savor the time they had left.
It was all he could do.
Glancing down at the blue sweater in his hands, he realized that some of Buffy’s clothing had gotten jumbled in with his when they packed. The sweater was hers, and a pair of the socks were way too small to be his. And there was something…just peeking out beneath a neatly folded shirt….
William tugged and a shamelessly girly pair of panties pulled free. White with tiny red hearts, red bows at the hips, and lace edging. They couldn’t be more Buffy if her name had been written on them in pink glitter.
He smiled as he examined them. No need to give them back, really. She probably wouldn’t miss them. He already had a pair in his office that he’d pulled out more than a few times, and it was nice to have a pair at home, too.
Of course, a pair for every room would be better.
“Buffy,” he murmured, raising the panties to his face. Of its own volition his hand drifted down his body and began to stroke his cock, stirring beneath his khakis. He sank down into the chair beside his dresser and spread his legs, thrusting up against his hand. He thought of her, naked and wild beneath him. Around him. Her looking up to catch his expression when she was going down on him, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He knew exactly how she looked because he pushed her hair out of the way when she sucked him off, because he wanted to see exactly how she looked. The wicked sight alone was nearly enough to make him spend.
Then he thought of the expression on her face as he devoured her, the sounds she made when his palm connected with her ass, the little strangled gasps she made in the luscious, endless moment just before her orgasm overcame her. The way she clenched around him.
“God,” he muttered, squeezing himself almost painfully. As he moved his hand to unbutton his khakis, he heard the door open with a bang and hastily jumped up, glad his visitor hadn’t arrived a few minutes later.
“William!” Buffy gasped, running across the room to him. He opened his arms just in time for her to fling herself against him, shaking.
“What is it, sweetheart?” he asked worried, stroking his hands down her back.
“My mom,” Buffy gasped. “She knows.”
~*~*~*~
It look a long time to get her to calm down. He hugged her and rocked her against him as they stood in the bedroom, and, as she continued shivering, finally led her into the living room to pour her a drink. She hadn’t had more than a sip before he remembered she was underage and snatched the glass away.
Now they sat in the big easy chair, her cradled on his lap, as he stroked her hair and her tremors gradually dissipated. “Tell me,” he urged.
Buffy drew a big breath. The call from her mom—it had been horrible. And she was usually a good liar, but she was so surprised that she just froze and couldn’t say a thing. “She called a few minutes ago—she knows I wasn’t here over the weekend. She tried to call a bunch of times, and they told her I was gone. She was grilling me and wanted to know where I was, and I babbled something about going home with Cordelia, and she said that she had no idea the school would just let students go wherever they want to without parental permission, and that she was going to talk to you, and there were going to be some changes.”
“She’s going to call me?”
Buffy nodded vigorously. “She said she was going to ‘have a word with you’ as soon as she hung up.”
“God, I’d better get back to the office right now to call her back,” William muttered, nudging her off his lap and grabbing his jacket. “But she doesn’t know anything about us?” She’d told him that already—as soon as she could talk coherently—but it seemed a good idea just to make sure.
“No, no, nobody knows,” Buffy assured him.
“I’ll get it straightened out. Believe me, I’ve got plenty of experience with irate parents,” he told her, bending down to press a kiss to her forehead. “You go back to the dorm, and don’t you worry a bit.” Without another glance, he was gone.
She moved forward to the window to watch him go before remembering that she had no good excuse to be in his home, so she really shouldn’t let anyone see her. After all, it really wasn’t a great idea to just…sit in his lap like they were lovers with the drapes wide open so anyone could see! Oh god, they were idiots, the curtains had been open the whole time!
Buffy slipped back into the bedroom, with its nice, closed drapes, and forced herself to calm down. Nobody was around. They were all back at the dorms, gossiping about their families and unpacking and getting ready for dinner. Nobody was around.
Nevertheless, she still peered out to make sure the coast was clear before she sneaked out the back door.
No, she was right, she thought as she walked back to the dorm. Nobody around. There was no way they could have been caught.
They were home-free.
