Have Mercy
Pagan
Baby * NC-17 * COMPLETED
1 * 2 * 3 * 4 *
SUMMARY: Buffy meets a man and has a steamy encounter with him. What will she
do when she learns the truth about him?
This fic is not meant to offend anyone, everything is written in the spirit of
fun and lustiness.
Also,
Spike is more like William.
There are terrific screencaps of James Marsters as 'Reverend Harding' from his
guest appearance on 'Northern Exposure' (the inspiration for this fic) at The Unofficaljm.com
It's a great site, check it out!
I used the song "Moving In Stereo" by the Cars. You can right-click
and download it HERE
for your listening pleasure.
Joss and ME created the characters, I only borrowed them.
A big thank you to Tiana for beta-ing for me!
Rated NC-17! Contains adult language and sexual situations. Do not read if
you are under 18!
Chapter 1
The party was in full swing. Buffy Summers was having a great time. Good
friends, food, alcohol and music. Her friend, Cordelia, invited Buffy to have
dinner to celebrate her 25th birthday at Cordelia's home this evening with her
and her daughter. Cordelia's husband, Xander, was out of town, so it would just
be the three of them. The second Buffy walked in the door a bunch of her
friends jumped out from their hiding places, yelling, "Surprise!" She
screamed and must have jumped at least a foot in the air.
"You guys are soooo dead!" She yelled with a smile on her face, her
heartbeat starting to return to normal. Everyone laughed and came over taking
turns to give her a hug, wishing her a happy birthday.
"Sorry I had to trick you honey!" Cordelia said as she gave Buffy a
big hug of her own. "You should have seen the look on your face!
Priceless!" She snickered.
"Oh, she'll see it!" Another friend shouted, waving a digital camera
in the air. Everyone erupted in laughter again.
"Remind me to kill you later," Buffy said to Cordy, only half
kidding. It occurred to her that none of her male friends were here. The party
consisted of 15-20 females. She asked Cordy why.
"Hehehe, trust me, the guys wouldn't appreciate what we have planned for
later!" She giggled. Buffy was about to ask her what exactly she
meant by that when a cold drink was placed in her hand and her friends ushered
her into the living room. That was two hours ago...
Everyone was feeling loose and in good spirits. Buffy just finished unwrapping
the last present, a personal "massager" designed specifically
with women in mind. She was glad that Cordelia's young daughter was staying the
night at the neighbor's house. Impressionable, young minds have no place here
tonight.
"Thanks, Willow...I'll be sure to put this to good use!" Buffy
joked.
"It's perfect for getting rid of all your little acheys!" Willow
exclaimed. Everyone broke out giggling and laughing uproariously.
She checked out her pile of gifts. The sheer amount of sexually themed gifts
(including a life-size Antonio Banderas Love Doll with detachable vibrating
penis, an assortment of flavored body oils, trashy lingerie, not to mention the
"massager") made her wonder what kind of nympho her friends thought
she was!
"Everyone!" Cordy clapped her hands to get the group's attention.
"I just got a call from my babysitter. I have to go next door for a little
while, Ashley won't go to sleep unless I read her a story first. I won't be
long, I promise! We'll have the cake as soon as I get back!" All the
guests voiced their understanding of the situation as Cordy hurried out the
front door.
"That's quite a haul you got there, B!" Buffy's friend Faith said as
she sat down next to her.
"Yeah, apparently I'm a sex fiend, who knew?" Buffy adjusted her
jaunty party hat.
"I may have to borrow that Love Doll sometime, it's wicked cool!" She
patted the box.
"You borrow it, you keep it! I couldn't take Antonio back after you've had
your wicked way with him. I'd always wonder if he was thinking of you when he's
making sweet love to me!" Faith doubled over in laughter.
"Girl, you are too much!" Faith wiped tears out of her eyes.
"I'm gettin' a little antsy waiting for the real thing to show up,
know what I mean?" She nudged Buffy with her elbow and waggled her
eyebrows suggestively.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Nice going, Faith!" Willow piped in. "It was supposed to be a
surprise, you poop-head!"
"Sorry! I didn't mean to blow it, it just slipped out. What's the big deal
anyway? Surprise or not, we still get to see some fine man meat!"
"Okay, explain to me exactly what you crazy women have
planned," Buffy asked.
Willow sighed. "Cordy hired a male stripper to come tonight and put on a
show for you. I think she said that it’s one of those things where the guy
comes dressed up like a cop or something."
"Yeah, then he rips off his shirt and says something like, 'You have the
right...to remain aroused!'" Faith locked her hands behind her head
and thrust her hips out. Everyone laughed.
"I'm actually happier knowing about it,” Buffy admitted. "I've had
enough surprises for one evening!" Just then the doorbell rang. Everyone
looked at each other with wide eyes.
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"Oh my God! He's here, he's here!" Willow jumped up and down.
"Oh no! Cordy's not back yet!"
"Take a chill pill, Wills. You guys! Get the cameras ready! This is one
Kodak moment you'll definitely want to cherish!" Faith said as she grabbed
Buffy's hand and headed for the door. Rona and Molly held up their cameras,
grinning like maniacs.
A million thoughts went through Buffy's mind on the way to the door. Her heart
was hammering away in her chest in anticipation of what was to come. Part of
her wanted to run away as fast as she could, but a bigger, more insistent part
couldn't wait to get the show on the road. She decided then and there that she
was going to let her inner-skank out to play tonight. He was a stripper after
all. He was used to women behaving badly around him. Since she was the guest of
honor tonight it would almost be impolite not to paw him and climb him
like a tree. Yeah, she wouldn't want him to be insulted. She just prayed that
he was hot.
Faith threw the door open. Standing outside on the front step was a man dressed
like a priest. A very cute priest. Before anyone could say anything,
Faith burst out laughing. "Oh, man! This is too fucking good!" She
snorted.
"Shh! We're not supposed to know what he is yet!" Willow whispered
harshly.
"Um, hello. I'm William Harding, the new assistant priest to Father
O'Malley at 'Our Lady of Peace', the uh - Are Mr. and Mrs. Harris in? They
should be expecting me." He looked past Buffy and Faith at the large group
of women gathered in the foyer with smiles plastered on their faces and wearing
party hats. "Are you having a party? This is Saturday, isn’t it? I haven’t
come on the wrong night, have I?” He looked very nervous. This might be one of
his first jobs or maybe he was really a struggling actor trying to make ends
meet and he was getting into the part of the sexy, young priest.
“Nah, Padre. You’ve got the right night.” Faith leered. “Cordelia had to step
out for a minute, but she’ll be right back. C’mon in!” She motioned for
everyone to step back to allow him to enter.
“If you’re sure. I wouldn’t want to intrude. I can come back tomorrow.” He took
a step backwards.
Buffy reached out and took one of his wrists in her hand. “No, no. You can come
right in. Cordelia would never forgive us if we let you leave!” She tugged him
through the door, linking an arm through his as she walked towards the living
room. The crowd parted before them like the Red Sea, all the women giggling
like school girls, trying to hide smiles behind their hands. His eyes darted
around, looking at the party goers, Buffy could feel the tension in his arm.
Maybe he wasn’t told there would be so many women at the party.
She squeezed his bicep lightly 'Mmmm, feels nice and muscle-y!'
“It’s okay, we don’t bite.” Buffy leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I’m the
birthday girl, by the way.” She inhaled his scent and deemed it ‘Yummy’. He
smelled clean and manly, no cologne. Her mouth watered slightly. If he could
bottle his natural scent he could make a fortune, ‘Eau du Hot Stripper’.
He smiled slightly. “Happy birthday. I hope you got everything you wanted.”
She looked into his eyes, smiling mischievously. “Not yet, but I have a feeling
I’m going to like my next present most of all.” He furrowed his brow. He was
adorable and sexy as hell at the same time; she didn’t know that was even
possible. It made her want to cuddle him and rip his clothes off with her teeth
at the same time. He had the cheekbones of a GQ model, full sensuous lips, his
eyes were a deep blue and definitely of the ‘bedroom’ variety. Buffy had always
found blue eyes cold, but not his. They were warm and inviting; it would be so
easy to drown in them. That bottom lip of his was just begging to be
nibbled. She felt her pulse race as she inspected him, she couldn’t wait to see
if the rest of him was as appealing. Would he strip down to a G-string or would
she be treated to the ‘Full Monty’?
When they arrived in the living room, Faith went to the CD player. “So, Father Hardening,”
she asked with a smirk, “how long have you been a priest?”
Buffy reluctantly unhooked her arm from his, she didn’t want to hinder his
movements when he started the show.
“Well, I - it’s Harding, William Harding. And I’m not a full priest yet, I'm a
novice. I still have to take my final Holy Orders.”
“Oooooh, does that mean you might change your mind then? If you got the right incentive?”
Buffy purred, batting her eyelashes at him.
“Uh, no...I fully intend to go through with becoming a priest - ”
Faith laughed. “We’ll see about that! By the way, the whole priest thing...very
nice. It’s way naughty! Okay, enough talk! it’s showtime!” With
that, she hit the play button on the CD player.
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The song ‘On the Loose’ by Saga started blaring out of the speakers at high
volume. The assembled party guests immediately started clapping and whooping,
the ones with cameras got them ready. Father Hardening (hehehe that’s a
good one) spun around. “What’s going on!? What is all this about? Are all of
you crazy?”
Faith danced over. “It’s alright, sweet cheeks, we know why you’re really here!
Your act is cute and all but we want to see some SKIN! Right ladies?!”
She shouted. The crowd went wild, yelling and whistling.
He appeared to be stunned, like a deer caught in headlights. "I think
there's been some kind of mistake!" He blurted out.
"Hey, ladies, Father Tiger Drawers needs a little encouragement! Let's
show him some loooove!" Faith shouted. She'd make a great emcee at
a strip club. The mob of women increased their efforts, yells of 'Take it off!
and 'Shake your money-maker!' rang out.
He was still just standing there with his mouth hanging open. Buffy decided to
take some initiative. She danced toward him seductively, her hands skimming
over her torso. He gulped, backing up a few steps, his eyes fixed on her hands
as they cupped her breasts. She noticed that he was standing right in front of
a large leather recliner. Inspiration struck her. Closing the distance between
them swiftly, she shoved lightly on his chest, but hard enough to send him back
into the chair, which went into reclined position by itself.
Wasting no time, she leapt onto the chair to straddle his waist.
"Woo-Hoo!" Buffy shouted jubilantly, dancing in his lap. She couldn't
remember having this much fun in a long time. She liked that he was being coy,
making her take charge. But she wished he'd drop the innocent act already. It
was getting a little old. He was still looking at her, eyes wide, mouth agape,
his hands gripping the armrests of the chair. She realized that kissing is most
likely not part of the service, but she just couldn't help herself. Running her
fingers through his curly locks, she leaned down and captured his lips in a
smoldering kiss. He gasped against her mouth, allowing her tongue access to
his. She twirled her tongue around his, exploring the moist cavern of his mouth
with gusto. The way he tasted, the way he smelled, the way he felt...he was
driving her crazy! The rest of the world slid away when she felt him start to
return the kiss. She forgot that there was a horny pack of women watching her,
yelling and urging her on. She forgot that he was a stripper. She wouldn't even
be able to tell someone her own name at this point. Somewhere, a million miles
away, she heard the music change. 'Moving in Stereo' by The Cars began to play.
Buffy always thought this song was sexy.
She felt herself getting hotter and wetter by the second. She had never been so
turned on in her life and he had barely even done anything. She ground her
pelvis against his, eliciting low moans from both of them. The evidence that he
was starting to live up to Faith's name for him, Father Hardening,
pressed against Buffy's inner-thigh, much to her delight. She moved a hand down
his body and rubbed his bulge.
She mused, “Is that a cucumber in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?”
She felt the head of his cock through layers of fabric and gave it a little
pinch, causing him to jerk and whimper. His hands moved from the armrests to
grip her outer thighs. Buffy never thought she could cum from just kissing and
a little grinding while fully clothed, but she was getting awfully close. She
broke the kiss and leaned back, running her hands over his chest. His head was
thrown back, eyes shut, his breathing labored. He was just as turned on as she
was, seeing his enraptured expression thrilled her to no end. She ground her
center against him more intensely. 'Friction is your friend!' She
thought.
“Forgive me, Father, for I am about to sin!” She exclaimed, ripping his shirt
open roughly, the buttons flying off in different directions, becoming
projectile weapons. He was wearing a t-shirt underneath. She growled in
frustration at another obstacle between her and the sweet flesh of his torso.
She grabbed the t-shirt with both hands, and tore it down the middle, finally
exposing his bare chest to her hungry eyes and hands.
If there is a male body more beautiful, she hadn't seen it. She had only seen
bodies like his in museums. Sculpted. Perfect. She dove back down to devour his
lips while her hands roamed all over his scrumptious body. His hands moved to
squeeze and fondle the firm globes of her ass. She trailed her mouth to his
neck, licking, kissing and biting along his jugular while her fingers explored
his pecs, tweaking the perfect nipples with her nails. His eyes rolled back in
his head as he used his grip on her ass to grind his now massive hard-on
against her frantically. They both moaned and gasped loudly at the more
forceful contact. One of his hands brushed her breast, then surrounded it,
kneading it roughly. Buffy tossed her head back when she felt it starting. That
moment the French call "la petite morte", the little death. Just when
she was about to fly over the edge a shrill voice penetrated the fog that had
been around her brain.
"Oh my God! What the hell is going on here?!"
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Buffy whipped her head around to see Cordelia standing in the entrance to the
living room, shock written all over her face. She may as well have poured a
bucket of ice water over Buffy's head, it would have had the same effect.
Suddenly, reality started rushing back at her, full force. 'Oh God!' Her
mind screamed. She had been humping the stripper right here in front of
everyone! She looked around wildly at the faces of her friends. Most of them
were looking down, some were trying hard not to smile, all of them looked
noticeably flushed. She realized that she was still perched atop the stripper
with her hands splayed on his naked chest. She jumped off the chair in a panic,
almost falling on her face in the process. Lucky for her Faith caught her and
helped her right herself. As soon as she dismounted from the chair (and the
stripper) he quickly put the chair back down in the sitting position, trying in
vain to close his torn shirt.
"Well? Is someone going to answer me?" Cordelia asked.
"Hi, Cordy! Um, we were just - uh- just playing a party game with the
stripper you hired!" Buffy said it, and even she thought it was lame.
"I - Oh my God! William? William Harding?" Cordy's voice was
incredulous. He looked up from his destroyed shirt at her.
"Yes, hel - hello, Mrs. Harris." His voice was shaky. He stood up
holding his shirt together with a hand. "I - I came by like you asked to
talk with you and - and your husband about organizing the - uh - food drive at
the church."
Buffy couldn't be hearing what she thought she was hearing. She felt like all
the air was just sucked out of the room.
"That's next Saturday, not this Saturday..." Cordy said
slowly.
He just stared at her blankly for a minute. "Oh. Well, then...sorry. I - I
should have... I should be going then!" He glanced at Buffy briefly before
high tailing it out the front door.
Cordy turned back to face Buffy. "How - Why were... How did it come about
that you were having sex, on my chair, with a priest from my
church?!"
Buffy had never been more embarrassed in her life! Doing what she was doing
with him in the chair in front of everyone was bad enough, but to think that he
was really who he said he was - she just sexually assaulted a fucking
priest! She wobbled a bit on her feet, she had never fainted before but... Her
eyes rolled back in her head.
She blacked out.
Chapter 2
Buffy opened her eyes to see Faith standing over her, smiling comfortingly.
"Faith? What....what happened?" She leaned over to put a cool, wet
washcloth on Buffy's forehead.
"You gave us quite a scare, girl. Cordy was grillin' you about the
sexcapades and you just went, " she demonstrated by rolling her eyes up
and bending her knees, "and BAM!, you were out."
Buffy groaned, taking the cloth from her forehead. She sat up slowly and leaned
against the back of the couch. She looked around the empty room. "Where
did everybody go?"
"We sent the girls home, you didn't need to wake up with everyone lookin'
at you like in the 'Wizard of Oz' and shit. Thought it might freak you
out."
She smiled weakly. "Thanks. I don't think I could have handled that."
"Hey, don't mention it." She patted Buffy's leg.
Buffy rested her head back on the couch and closed her eyes. "I never
fainted before."
"There's a first time for everything." She sat beside Buffy.
"Yeah, like assaulting a priest and having sex in a chair with him in
front of 20 of your closest friends." Buffy sat up to rest her elbows on
her knees and put her face in her hands. "It was a big-ol'-honkin' night
of firsts for me!" She mumbled miserably.
"Don't be so hard on yourself! We all thought that guy was the
stripper. And you didn't have sex with him, there was no penetration. As for
all of us watching - I guarantee you that that was the hottest thing any of
them saw up close and personal like. We were cheering you on the whole time.
None of us think any less of you. And, yeah, at first you might have been a
teensy-bit forceful with Billy Boy, but he totally got into it! He was
definitely participating."
Buffy flashed back to kissing him, feeling his tongue dueling with hers, his
hands touching and groping her, his hardness rubbing against - She jolted
upright on the couch, her heart racing. 'Bad, bad thoughts! You're supposed
to feel horrible about what you did, not getting hot and bothered thinking
about it!'
"You okay?" Faith looked at you with concern.
"Ye - Yes, fine. I just - I can't believe I lost control like that. I mean,
even if he really had been a stripper, that didn't give me license to do - that!"
Cordelia entered the living room and handed Buffy a glass of water. "How
are you feeling?" She asked, sitting down on Buffy's other side.
"I'll live, unfortunately." Buffy took a sip of the water. "I am
so sorry for what happened... I was possessed by the devil, temporarily, to act
like a giant ho. That stuff really happens, right?" She was grasping at
straws.
Cordelia patted her shoulder. "No real harm's been done."
Buffy gaped at her. "How can you say that? That poor guy - he's
traumatized for life! He could have me arrested if he wanted to!" Her eyes
widened in panic. "Oh god, you don't think he will, do you?"
"No, I don't think he'll press charges. William is a very nice and
understanding person. I'm sure he realizes that it was all a big
misunderstanding."
Buffy sighed wearily, relaxing a bit. "I hope you're right."
"Come on, girl, let's get you and your prezzies home and into bed."
Faith said, standing up.
"Hey, maybe I'll wake up and all of this will turn out to have been an
elaborate nightmare!" Buffy said with false enthusiasm.
Cordy and Faith helped her gather all of her gifts. Buffy opened the front door
to begin loading up Faith's jeep. A cop was standing right outside the door,
his hand poised to ring the bell.
"Pardon me, ma'am. We've gotten a complaint - "
Buffy leaned heavily on the doorframe, she felt like she was going to faint
again. William did report her to the police after all. She was going to jail.
She was going to jail and some woman named "Bertha" was going to make
Buffy her bitch. Faith and Cordy came up behind her.
"Are you Michael from 'Exotic Dancers 'R Us'?" Cordy asked.
He looked taken aback. "Uh, yeah. I thought I was supposed to do the whole
'I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you in' routine? So you just want the
strip show then?"
Buffy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes!" Faith chirped.
"No!" Cordy narrowed her eyes at Faith. "Sorry, the party ended
early. We won't be needing your services tonight. Wait here, after I get my
friends on their way I'll give you a tip for coming all the way out here."
"Thanks. That's cool." Michael smiled. He certainly was a hottie.
Under different circumstances Buffy would jump at the chance to see him strut
his stuff. But all she wanted to do now was go home and crawl into bed and
forget tonight ever happened.
Chapter 3
Buffy was straddling William and riding him for all she was worth. The black
leather chair in Cordelia's living room groaned in protest while the two of
them groaned in passion. Bodies naked and glistening with perspiration, pushing
and pulling in rhythm to the strains of 'Moving in Stereo' by the Cars. They
were the only two people in the room, the only two people in the world. Their
pelvises smacked together, movements becoming more and more frenzied by the
moment. Her body started to thrum, white hot pressure building in her loins,
black spots dancing across her vision - A loud, obnoxious beeping sound started
repeating over and over. She tried to ignore it and continue.
William stopped his movements. "Are you going to do something about
that?" He asked her, irritated.
Buffy's eyes snapped open. The alarm clock was blaring away on her nightstand.
She slapped at the snooze bar to shut it up. Rolling onto her back to stare at
the ceiling, she was still breathing erratically from the dream. Nine
days...nine days since the party and every night she has that dream. Well, not
exactly the same. Sometimes she was having sex with him in different locations
and positions, but the basic dream was always the same. She took the pillow
from under her head and held it over her face, screaming her frustration into
it. Then there's the blinding guilt she felt for having the nerve to fantasize
and dream about him after what she did. "Argh! Enough of this!" She
threw back the covers and got out of bed. She had things to do today, torturing
herself would just have to wait.
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Later that afternoon...
Buffy was ironing and folding her laundry while watching 'Passions' on TV.
Since she was just bumming around the house she was wearing her favorite
over-sized, gray, off the shoulder sweatshirt (popular in the big 'Flashdance'
craze of the '80's) and cut-off jean shorts (usually referred to as Daisy Dukes
these days). Her long, blonde hair was pulled into a simple ponytail. She was
happy to get a few days off of work at the art gallery, but spending them doing
laundry and watching soaps wasn't top on her list. Still, the housework had to
get done sometime.
"How can people watch these soap operas? The writing is horrible. The
acting and production values are subpar - Wow! That Luis guy is really put
together! Mama like!"
The front doorbell rang.
She went to the door, with her hand on the knob she raised up on her tiptoes to
look out the small window set high in the door to see who it is before opening
it.
'Oh my God! It's him! It's William!' She dropped down to a crouch,
hoping he didn't see her. She tried not to hyperventilate, taking deep breaths.
'What's he doing here?!'
The doorbell rang again.
'How did he find out where I live?' Putting her ear to the door, she
listened intently, hoping to hear him leave. A few moments pass. 'Wait, what
am I doing? I'm an adult. I should act like one. I did something terrible to
this poor guy, he's the injured party, not me. The very least I can do is
apologize to him. I'll even feel a little better, it will ease my conscience. I
hope he forgives me. Of course he will - that's what priest-ly types do!'
She stood and opened the door before she could change her mind again.
He was halfway down the walkway, heading for the street.
"Hi!" Buffy managed to say brightly. He stopped and turned around.
He smiled warmly. "I had just given up. I didn't think you were
home." He walked back up to the porch. He was even more gorgeous than she
remembered. His blue eyes were bright and twinkling. The sunlight brought out
blonde and red highlights in his brown, curly hair. He looked just as good, if
not better, in natural light as he did in artificial.
There you go again. You're perving on him! But after a week of him
starring in her wet dreams, it was difficult not to. She chastised herself
silently.
The closer he came to her, the harder her heart beat. It's pounding was so loud
in her ears that she wondered if he could hear it. Her stomach felt like it was
full of butterflies - make that vomiting butterflies. 'Get a grip, damn it!'
She told herself.
"Sorry." She said, hoping to sound nonchalant. "I was
downstairs." She lied easily. 'Yep, I'm going to Hell all right.'
She wondered idly if she'd get used to the heat after a while, like in a sauna.
"Um, what brings you here?"
"I'm sorry for coming by unannounced. But I thought that you might like to
talk."
'Talk?!? He wants to talk?'
"Your friend Mrs. Harris, erm, Cordelia told me how badly you felt about
what happened and thought you would like an opportunity to speak to me about
it."
"Oh, did she?" Buffy said between clenched teeth, trying to keep the
smile on her face. She started to catalog the many and increasingly painful
ways that she could kill Cordy.
"Yes. She told me you would be home from work and that I should stop
by..." He furrowed his brows slightly. "I don't want to make you
uncomfortable...I'll leave." He started to turn away.
"No!" Buffy reached out and touched his arm lightly, trying to ignore
the tingles that shoot up her arm from the contact. "It's okay. She's
right...I do feel horrible, and it probably is a good idea for me to - to talk
to you." He smiled. "Would you like to come in for some coffee or
tea...?" 'Or me?' She added mentally. 'Stop it! Bad!'
"Just some water would be very nice, thank you." The two of them
headed into the house, he followed her to the kitchen.
Buffy got started preparing a cup of tea herself and getting him his water. He
thanked her politely when she handed him his glass. Buffy engaged him in small
talk. Anything to keep away from the subject she should be discussing. 'You
have to stop putting this off. It's time to apologize and start kissing his
ass... Don't think about his ass! I can do this! I can do this!' She
repeated the mantra to herself. The whole situation seemed so surreal. He was
actually here, standing in her kitchen.
She took in a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "I can't tell you
how very, very sorry I am about what I did at the party. I really
believed you were, you know, an entertainer. I never would have done -
Not that that's any excuse! But - I feel terrible about what I, and my friends
put you through! I'm not like that normally, I - " He put down his glass
and stopped her babble-fest by taking one of her hands in both of his. She
found herself looking deep into his eyes, they were so blue and fathomless. He
gently squeezed her hand and smiled sweetly. Her knees started getting weak.
"It's alright. It was a mistake, we all make them from time to time."
He said delicately. His voice soothing and exciting her simultaneously. She
felt like he was hypnotizing her.
"How can you forgive me so easily? How can you be so nice?" She said,
amazed by his kindness and understanding.
"Forgiveness is kinda part of the job." He laughed, pointing to his
priest's collar. His smile and good humor were infectious, Buffy's lips curled
up into a smile of her own. He let go of her hand, much to her disappointment,
and retrieved his glass. She felt more relaxed than she had since the night of
the party.
The next hour was spent talking with him about various topics. They discussed
where they grew up, parents, favorite movies, books, etc.
'He really is incredible. Not only is he astonishingly good-looking, he's
also kind, loving, funny, intelligent and thoughtful.' Buffy was glad that
she got a chance to know him better as a person. In fact, he was perfect. She
could easily fall - 'Uh, oh - bad thoughts again! Don't think like that!'
But it was too late, she couldn't stop the thought from forming. She was
falling for him. She was more attracted to him than ever, going beyond the
physical. 'What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I still want him so bad?'
Her heart raced. Not only did she want him to make wild, monkey love to her all
night long, she also wanted to wake up next to him in the morning. She was
shaken out of her internal freak-out when she felt the cup slipping out of her
numb fingers and watched it fall to the floor.
"Are you alright?" He asked, looking startled.
Buffy bent down to begin picking up the broken glass, trying to hide the fact
that her hands were shaking. "I'm fine. Oopsy! Nevermind me, I'm such a
klutz." She forced a cheerful laugh. He brought over some paper towels and
handed them to her.
"Can I help?" His voice sounded a little strange.
"No thanks." Buffy said looking down, cleaning up the mess. 'Wonderful,
now he thinks I'm a total spaz too.' She looked up at him to make a joke
about her clumsiness but stopped short when she took in the expression on his
face. He was flushed, his eyes glassy, his mouth parted slightly, the tip of
his tongue poking out. He looked like he was in a trance. He wasn't looking at
her face. She looked down to where his gaze was directed. The way she was
bending over caused her sweatshirt to hang down, exposing her ample bosom to
the room. 'Ooops, no bra!' She stood up abruptly, clapping her hand over
her chest to cover herself.
His head snapped up, trance broken, he looked incredibly guilty and flustered.
"Well! I've taken up enough of your time, I - I have to go! Goodbye!"
He turned and walked speedily out of the room. The front door open and shut.
Buffy stood there for a few moments, wondering what just happened.
"You traumatized him with your big, floppy breasts, nice going." She
said to herself. Actually they were quite high and firm, but that's beside the
point.
"God, maybe I am just a big slut. Good girls don't flash priests
their goodies in the middle of their kitchens, or anywhere else for that
matter." Buffy sat down at the kitchen table and laid her forehead on the
surface. She had been getting along with him so well. But perhaps it was for
the best. She sighed. Avoiding him was the right thing to do in light of how
she felt about him. Nothing could ever happen between them. She banged
her head slowly on the tabletop.
Chapter 4
Later that same night...
Buffy laid on the couch wearing her favorite red, satin nightie, watching
"The Princess Bride" on DVD, the movie version of comfort food for
her. Today was a bad, bad day. Except for the pleasant conversation with
William - Father William. Must remember that. 'Well, it was pleasant until
you flashed him your tits.' Maybe she did it subconsciously, that evil,
naughty, part of her that took control at the party was feeling neglected and
had itself a little fun. She forced her attention back to the movie, trying to
forget her problems for a little while.
There was a knock at the door. She looked at the clock on the wall, it's 10:40
p.m. Who could that be at this time of night? She felt uneasy, her mind
conjuring up all sorts of frightening horror movie scenarios. Buffy tied her
peignoir securely around her as she went to the door. Making sure the door is
locked before turning on the porch light and looking out the window. Her heart
skipped a beat, it was William again! Why is he back and why at this late hour?
She unlocked the door and opened it.
“Hi.” Buffy said, not yet recovered from the shock of seeing him again so soon.
His eyes strayed down to look at her body for a brief moment before snapping
back up to look her in the eyes, he blushed a little.
“I’m sorry to bother you so late... I was passing by and saw your lights were
on...” He looked so adorable, all fidgety and blushy. Buffy smiled, trying to
act casual.
“It’s okay, I was just watching a DVD. Do you want to come in?”
He visibly swallowed and nodded his head, a small smile on his face.
They went into the living room, Buffy turned off the TV. Sitting down on the
couch, she indicated to him that he should join her. She was seriously trying
to rein in the anxiety that she felt. Those butterflies were back in her
stomach with a vengeance. He sat down on the opposite end of the couch, his
interest seemingly absorbed by a loose thread on his shirt. The seconds ticked
by.
“So...” She broke the silence. “Is there something you wanted to talk about?”
“I need to apologize for my behavior earlier.” He looked at her with guilt
etched across his handsome features. “The way I ran out of here - It was very
rude of me, I’m sorry.” He looked down once again.
‘God he’s hot!’ She thought. “Oh, that? I wasn’t offended, you don’t
have to apologize. Don’t worry about it. I should be apologizing to you for
practically shoving my tit - erm, my breasts in your face.” At the mention of
the word “breasts” his head popped back up and his face flamed red. 'Way to
go, you embarrassed him yet again!' She gave herself a mental kick
in the ass. He bit his bottom lip and looked away from her.
“I’m so sorry, Father William.” She said, ashamed of herself. “I can’t seem to
stop saying and doing the wrong things. I swear, it’s like a disease or
something!”
“William.” He said in a low, rough voice. “You can call me William, if you’d
like.” The tone of his voice, all deep and rumbly, sent a bolt of arousal
shooting through her body. She felt a gush of moisture between her legs.
“Okay....William.” She said breathily.
“There’s something I need to talk to you about. I - I don’t know how to say it.
So I’m just going to start, alright?” He looked at her nervously. She nodded.
“Right. Here it goes.” He turned on the couch so that he was facing her. “I’m
due to take my Holy Orders to become a full priest next month. But I don’t know
if that’s what I want anymore...” Buffy opened her mouth to say something
supportive, but he put an index finger to her lips. She shuddered, closing her
eyes for a moment. Fighting the urge to take his finger into her mouth and suck
on it. “Let me finish.“ He said gently. She managed another nod. She squeezed
her legs together, attempting to quell the throbbing in her nether regions. He
leaned back, and she had to bite back a whimper at the loss of his finger on
her lips. He looked at her intensely.
“I came here this afternoon, in part, to prove something to myself. I needed to
prove that I could act naturally around you. It didn’t work out the way I had
hoped...” He paused. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the
night we met. The way you look, your perfume, how your body felt against mine,
the way you make me feel - ” He confessed. Buffy sat across from him,
dazed. She would pinch herself to make sure this wasn’t another dream but she
was pinned by his gaze, like a bug on a card.
“This is all so new to me - I never had much of a...libido, I even only mas -
masturbated because I thought I should, to be normal. God, I can’t believe I’m
telling you all this!” He laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair.
Buffy sat quietly, willing him to continue. He drew in a shaky breath. “I had a
girlfriend once, back when I was 17, Druscilla was her name. We went out for 3
months during which she pressured me constantly to have sex, but I just never
felt in the mood. On our 3 month anniversary, I gave into her. It was awkward,
it...it was just plain bad. We broke up not too long after that. I did love
her, I just didn’t have the physical need to love her, or anyone else. And
that’s the way it’s always been - until I met you.” He moved closer.
“I can’t join the priesthood without knowing if - “ He furrowed his dark brows,
struggling to find the right words. “I’d always wonder if - if we could have
had something.” He took a deep breath. He looked terrified about how she would
respond.
Buffy was amazed that he was sitting here, edging ever closer to her, telling
her that he wants her too. She felt both thrilled and guilty that he was
willing to give up something that important to him to be with her, or at least
give her a shot.
“William - “ She said softly, putting a hand on his. “I don’t want to be
responsible for you giving up your life’s work. I do want you, God, how I want
you!” She said, breathing heavily. “But I want you to be sure about this, think
about it, you don’t have to rush in to any life-altering decisions.”
“I didn’t know I was alive before I met you.” He said it with so much sincerity
and emotion that her body started to tingle and tighten in all the right
places. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. I burn for you.
When I think about you, I want to do things to you, for you.” His eyes
were hooded and clouded with desire. He moved closer. Buffy was starting to
lose her grip on self control.
“What kind of things? She asked in a husky, Kathleen Turner-esque voice
that she never knew she possessed.
“I can’t get you out of my head. I fantasize about you during the day and dream
about you at night.” He leaned in, looking at her mouth and licking his lips
lightly. “I’m drowning in you...” Their lips finally meet in a kiss, that
starts out gentle but quickly turns into a fiery embrace. God, she missed this!
Her whole body was on fire. He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her body
to his, her hands fluttered over his sharp cheekbones and into his soft hair.
They continued to kiss and grope on the couch like horny teenagers until
breathing became a problem and they pulled back, both panting for breath. ‘Bed
Now!’ Her mind commanded her.
She gently pushed on William’s chest, putting space between them. He looked
confused and momentarily panicked when she stood up. She smiled at him
reassuringly.
“Would you like to go to my bedroom?” She asked seductively, extending a hand
to him. He put his slightly shaking hand in hers. A combination of fear and
lust warred on his face as he stood. Buffy put a hand on the back of his neck
and brought him in for a soft kiss. She lightly nibbled on his full bottom lip,
tugging at it. He moaned. She pulled back and released his lip causing it to
snap back. She smiled. Not able to wait any longer, she started towards her
bedroom, drawing him along with her by their joined hands.
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Buffy let go of William’s hand as she entered the bedroom. She walked across
the room to turn on the lamp on her nightstand next to her King-sized bed. She
turned to face him. He was standing just inside the room, hesitating.
“What about - um - do you have...protection? I wouldn’t want to...get you in
trouble.”
“I have it covered. I get progestin injections, I’m good to go for another few
months.”
If he backed out now she was sure that she’d be the first documented case of
‘Death by Unfulfilled Lust’. Time to go into full seduction mode. He was
inexperienced and unsure of himself, she would need to be extra helpful and
encouraging for him. She smiled coyly at him while slowly pulling on the sash
holding her peignoir together; he watched intently. She slid it down her arms
and tossed it onto the bed. His eyes were riveted to her body as she ran her
hands up and down her torso.
“Would you like to help me take this off?” She hooked a strap of her nightgown
with a thumb.
“Yes...please.” He choked out. His voice was so rough with passion that she
barely recognized it.
He walked over to stand in front of her. Reaching out, she took his hands and
put them on her shoulders. He rubbed them delicately before sliding the straps
down her arms. Buffy's heart beat wildly in her chest as the nightgown slipped
down her body to pool on the floor, leaving her in a pair of red satin panties.
William looked like he was in a trance as he stared down at her nearly nude
body with what can only be described as awe. He brought a hand up to touch her
breast, stopping before he makes contact. He looked into her eyes.
“Can I touch them?” He seemed like a little boy asking for some sweets before
dinner. Buffy smiled. His shyness was turning her on even more.
“In a second. Right now, you seem to be overdressed. Take off your clothes.”
She said gently, sitting on the bed. She scooted backwards then propped herself
up on her elbows to watch him. She rubbed one of her calves against the other,
up and down, pointing her toes. She had seen women in movies do this and always
thought it was very sexy. William appeared to agree as he quickly removes his
clothing. 'You may be going to hell, but you’re gonna have fun getting
there!' She thought.
He stands in front of her clad only in his pants. He literally takes her breath
away. His torso looks like it’s been chiseled out of stone by a master sculptor.
Buffy had never seen anything more beautiful. Her fingers itched to touch him.
She crooked a finger at him. “Come here.” He crawls on the bed to lay beside
her, his eyes traveling over her body.
“Touch me, William.” He reaches out, hands zeroing in on her chest. Buffy
gasped as he fondles her. His eyes look from her tits to her face and back,
making notes on her reactions. He starts to experiment, squeezing her mounds
more roughly, brushing his thumbs over the nipples and tweaking them.
“Put your mouth on me, please!” Buffy begged. Without hesitating, he lowered
his head and began to apply open-mouthed kisses over her chest. He licked at a
nipple and sucked it into his mouth while he massaged the other breast. She was
writhing around under him, breathing in rapid bursts. Looking down, she saw him
gazing at her while he worshipped her tits with his mouth and hands. It was the
most erotic thing she'd ever seen....so far. She had a hunch that she'd be
amending that a few times by the end of the night. As wonderful as what he’s
doing felt, she needed to feel his lips on hers.
“Want - to - kiss you!” Buffy whispered/moaned. He moved back up and thrust his
tongue into her waiting mouth. She can’t get enough of him. His mouth and
tongue and hands - she wants more. As their tongues battled, she guided his
hand down her body to her thoroughly soaked panties. She moved his hand to show
him what she needed him to do. He gets the hint and starts rubbing her clit
enthusiastically on his own. He looks down at his hand as he slips it inside
her panties.
“Oh! William! Will! Ungh, yes!” Buffy cried out as his long, slender fingers
stroked and pinched her clit. She planned to try and be more vocal with him
than she usually was during sex, to let him know when he’s doing well, but she
didn’t even have to make an effort.
“You like that, baby?” He asks huskily, knowing full well, that she did indeed
like it. He watched her face as he manipulated her most sensitive area. He
continued his assault.
“Yesss! Oh, YES! Harder! Mmmm - “ One of his fingers penetrated her. He pumped
it in and out of her rapidly, sending her catapulting into a mind-blowing
orgasm that made her shake from head to toe.
“You’re so beautiful.” He kissed her softly as she opened your eyes.
‘His turn!’ Buffy moved her hand to cup his erection, giving it a little
squeeze. William groaned loudly and thrust against her hand. He was hard as a
rock. As she undid the fastenings on his pants she decided to bring him off
quickly. She doubted if he’d be able to hold out for long, he had been waiting
for this as long as you have. She reached inside his pants to stroke and grasp
his turgid length.
“Ungh!” William exclaimed, his eyes rolling back in his head. He looked as if
he could cum any second. She removed her hand, William let out a disappointed
whimper.
“Shhh.” Buffy soothed as she moved to the edge of the bed, tugging his pants
down. After removing the last of his clothing, she paused to get her first
glimpse of his naked body. Her breath caught in her throat at the sheer beauty
and perfection of his form. Her eyes drank him in, coming to rest on his large,
impossibly hard cock, angled up against his well-defined six pack.
He began to sit up, reaching for her, impatient for her to come back to him.
She put a hand on his chest halting his progress and gently pushed him until he
was on his back again. He looked at her with anticipation. She knelt between
his legs, leisurely running the tips of her nails along his powerful thighs
towards his groin. He shivered. Buffy wrapped her hand around his thick member
and begin to pump him slowly, swiping her thumb across the weeping head on the
upstrokes.
"Aaagh!" He grunted, thrusting hard into her hand. "G-God,
Yes!" He stuttered, looking up at her and gripping the sheets
white-knuckled.
With a grin Buffy lowered her head and ran her tongue over the head. He gasped
and lifted his hips off the bed. She placed a hand on his stomach to keep him
from moving too much. After a few more unhurried licks she engulfed him with
her mouth, taking in as much of his considerable size as she could.
Buffy was glad for all the talks she had with her girlfriends over the years
about giving the "perfect blowjob." She employed all the techniques
that she could remember on him. She continued to work his shaft, sucking,
licking, grazing it with her teeth ever so slightly. One hand moving up and
down on his cock, the other fondling his balls. To say that he was responsive
would be an understatement. He was going wild beneath her, his head thrashing
from side to side and bucking his hips in sync with the movements of her hand
and mouth. A constant stream of unintelligible words and exclamations of
pleasure flow from his lips.
"Buffy!" He moaned.
She was eager to make him cum, sucking harder, bobbing her head up and down
rapidly.
"Unh - I'm gonna - Aaagh!" He shouted as she felt his body start to
stiffen and jerk. She moved her mouth quickly back up his length, keeping just
the head inside. She jacked him into her mouth while watching his face.
"Oh - God! Fuck!" He yells as he starts to cum, his mouth agape,
facial muscles tightening and relaxing. His orgasm seems to go on forever.
Buffy made sure to swallow every drop of him; it was too good to waste.
Finally, she felt his body go limp. She looked up the bed at him as she licked
him clean. He was breathing hard and staring up at the ceiling with a dazed
look on his face. She crawled back up his body to nuzzle at his neck.
He turned his head and looked at her with a goofy, lopsided grin on his face.
“Wow!”
Buffy giggled, snuggling into him. “Liked that, did you?” He put his arm around
her.
“Yeah, it was okay - I guess...” He trailed off. She looked at him sharply to
see him smiling teasingly at her, chuckling. She swatted playfully at his
chest.
“You guess?!? Very funny!” Buffy said smiling and laying her head back
down. He leant over and kissed her sweetly.
“Seriously, that was - incredible! I think I actually blacked out for a
minute there! I never knew - I didn‘t think it could - Just, wow!” She laughed.
Then he looked at her earnestly. “Thank you.” He kissed her again. She draped a
leg over one of his and caressed his chest as the kiss deepened.
They explored each other’s bodies with mouths and hands unhurriedly for several
minutes, until Buffy's arousal became too powerful to ignore.
“I want you!” She whispered huskily. She reached down to stroke him back to
hardness only to find that he was way ahead of her. Buffy smiled and gave him a
gentle squeeze. He crushed his lips to hers in a passionate, demanding kiss as
he positioned himself between her thighs, his hard cock poised at her opening.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust her hips towards him, giving
him the go-ahead.
He sank into her slowly, inch by glorious inch, until he was buried to the hilt
inside of her. He filled and stretched her like no other man ever has, or will.
They both panted and gasped from the exquisite pleasure they felt at being
connected at long last. Her hands roamed over his muscular back and arms while
kissing his neck and ear, she told him how good he felt and how much pleasure
he was giving her. He groaned low in his throat and began moving in and out
delicately.
Buffy mewled. “Oh - ahh - William! More! Harder!” She raked her nails down his
back to grasp his tight ass and push him in deeper. He grunted and redoubled
his efforts until he was hammering into her, their bodies bounced on the
mattress from the force of his thrusts. The sound of their sweat-slicked flesh
smacking together was sweet music to her ears.
"Oh, God!" Buffy cried out as she felt the mother of all orgasms
start to spiral through her body. At the same moment, William rammed into her
with a triumphant shout as he exploded deeply inside her pussy. They spent the
next few minutes gently caressing and petting each other after the intensity of
their coupling.
He lifted his head and met her eyes. "Was I good?" The urge to joke
with him was strong but the needy look he was giving her made her bite back her
response.
"You couldn't tell?" Buffy planted small kisses along his cheekbone
and jaw. "You were amazing...it's never been so good with anyone else.
You're the best I've ever had." She said softly, sincerely.
A broad, proud smile split his features. "Really?" He rolled onto his
side, propping himself up on an elbow.
She giggled. "Yes! What did you think all that moaning and groaning I was
doing was all about?" She asked playfully.
"Just making sure." He kissed her gently. "I've heard that women
fake it sometimes."
"I'm not that good an actress!" Buffy laughed as she sat up
and turned off the lamp. She lifted the covers and slid under with him,
cuddling in each other's arms. "I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted!"
She smiled, kissing him softly on the lips.
"Mmmm" He hummed, tightening his arms around her imperceptibly.
“Any regrets?” She bit her lip.
“Only that I didn’t meet you a loooong time ago.” He smiled happily.
“I can’t help but feel guilty that you’re giving up the priesthood because of
me...”
“I still love my religion, I still want to be a part of it. It’s just that now
- it will be in a different capacity than I’d planned, that’s all.” He stroked
her cheek with the back of his hand and kissed her tenderly. “It’s my decision.
And I want you in my life. Now, no more guilty feelings, okay?”
“If you say so.” Buffy smiled. “I can’t wait to go on a real date with you.”
“Yeah, we did do things a little backwards, didn’t we? He chuckled.
“You sure you haven’t gotten me out of your system? You still want me?” Her
insecurity was showing.
“I honestly can’t imagine a time when I won’t want you. And as for getting you
out of my system - Sorry, but I’m afraid that you’re stuck with me.” He said
kissing her on the forehead.
“Mmm, I think I can live with that.” Some very naughty things that she would
like to do with him started going through her mind, making her giggle.
“What?” He asked smiling.
“You should see the things my friends got me for my birthday. Some very
interesting things that have the potential for much pleasure and merriment.”
“Is that right?” He asked curiously.
“Mmm-Hmm...but that can wait till tomorrow. We have all the time in the world.”
Buffy said sleepily.
Buffy and William drift off to sleep, sated for the moment, and content. Both
of them already looking forward to waking up and starting the first day of this
new chapter of their lives together, as lovers.
The
End
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