Title: Acting The Part
Author: Pattyanne
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Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
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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 twenty-two...



Although waiting for him in the bath sounded unbelievably
sexy, Buffy knew it was hardly a feasible plan. Not wanting
to be waterlogged and shivering when he arrived, she climbed
out of the tub and drained it, then wrapped herself in her robe
and ran into her room.

She pulled the ribbon out of her hair and brushed it, tying it
back up in a attractively disheveled way. Reapplying a dash of
make up took up another minute. With one eye on the clock,
she ran downstairs and grabbed two fat, creamy white candles
from the bottom drawer of her china cabinet.

At nine minutes still to go, she positioned the candles in
strategic places to give out a nice, romantic glow.

The doorbell rang as she was refilling the tub with fragrant
bubbles.

She dashed down the stairs, clutching her robe closed, and
pulled open the door. "Hi!"

"Hey!" he complained, stepping over the threshold and
bending over to pick her up. "What happened to waiting for
me IN the bath?"

Buffy laughed, pushing the door shut behind him. "Oh, come
on. Did you want me all soggy and wrinkly?"

Sighing with pretended aggravation, he took the stairs two
at a time. "I have no problem with that."

"In cold water?"

"It's refreshing." He nudged her bedroom door shut and carried
her into the bathroom, making her squeak with surprise when he
stepped into the tub...shoes, pants, shirt, and all....and sat down
in the steamy water, holding her on his lap.

"You know you're crazy, don't you?"

"What? Didn't you invite me over to join you in the tub?" he asked,
smiling his most wickedly charming smile. "You naked under that
robe?"

"Yes."

"Give us a look, then."

Teasingly, she parted the sides of her robe, then closed them
again.

"You call that a look?" he demanded.

"It WAS a look!"

"Oh, please....I blinked and I missed it. Come on love, show
me your wares."

"My wares?" She pulled back and gave him a look of disbelief.

"Your goods?"

"That's even worse."

He gave the matter some thought. "Your goodies?"

Buffy couldn't hold back her laughter anymore. "That'll do."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she drew him down into
a long, lingering kiss.

"I just now thought of something," he said when they broke
contact.

"What's that?"

"These jeans I'm wearing are pretty tight. I'm gonna have a devil
of a time peeling them off."

"Well, I'll help you with that problem."

"Thanks. Hate to impose."

"I really don't mind."


*********************************************


"Isn't this nice, now? You and me...tub full of hot water
and bubbles that are failing to hide your considerable
charms...candlelight. I'll tell you, love...I'm a happy man."

His jeans and shirt were hanging off the hook on the back
of the door, dripping steadily onto a bunched up towel next
to his shoes and socks.

Buffy leaned back into his embrace, her body completely
relaxed and docile under his touch.

"This is pretty," he murmured, tugging on her hair ribbon.
"Black velvet looks lovely in your hair."

"Thank you."

"Her eyes, they shone just like diamonds," he sang
softly.

"You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band..."


She tilted her head back and looked at him. "That was
nice. Where'd you learn that?"

"It's something my granddad used to sing. Some Irish folk
song," he explained, picking up a sponge and holding it out
for her to squirt body wash into. "He was always bursting
into song when he got drunk as a bloody lord." He chuckled.
"Drove my gran stark starin' mad."

"Getting drunk or bursting into song?"

"Both."

Smiling, she asked, "Is there more to it?"

"Oh, yeah, quite a bit." His arms encircled her waist, giving
it a squeeze. "Why? Do you want to hear it?"

"Yeah."

"Let me think a minute. And please remember I never
claimed to be a good singer."



"In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprenticed to trade I was bound
And many's the hour of sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town
Till blasted misfortune befell me
And caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
To follow her black velvet band.."



"Why do I get the feeling this is going to end badly?"
Buffy interjected.

He shrugged. "Could be the 'blasted misfortune' part."

"Could be. So, THEN what happened?"

"Be quiet and I'll tell you."

"Sorry."



"I was out strolling one evening
Not meaning to go very far
When I met with a pretty young damsel
She was selling her trade in the bar..."



"WHAT?! She was a PROSTITUTE!?"

"That's the part my gran hated the most."

"What a song!"

"Wait, it gets better."



"Then a watch she took from a customer
And slipped it right into my hand
Then the law came and put me in prison
Bad luck to her black velvet band"



"A prostitute AND a pick-pocket? What kind of song
IS this, anyway?"



"Next morning before judge and jury
For trial I had to appear
And the judge he said, Me young fellow,
The case against you is quite clear
And seven long years is your sentence
You're goin' to Van Diemen's land
Far away from your friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band.."


"Now this last part is the moral of the story."

"I can't wait."


"So come all you jolly young fellas
I'll have you take warning by me
And if ever you're out on the liquor, me lads
Beware of the pretty colleens
For they'll fill you with whiskey and porter
Till you are not able to stand
And the very next thing that you know, me lads
You've landed in Van Diemen's land.."


"What's Van Diemen's land?"

"Penal colony in Tasmania. Now, big finish."



"Her eyes they shone just like diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band.."



"So...she gets off scot free?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"And your grandfather taught you that song?"

"Among others. Some of which I can't sing in the
presence of a lady."

"I think I would like him."

William smiled, lifting her right arm and running the soapy
sponge up and down. "He'll definitely like you. He's seventy-
nine years old, and he still has an eye for a pretty girl."

"And how does your grandmother feel about that?"

"She says that as long as the pretty girls don't develop
an eye for him, she'll hold her peace."

He washed up and down her left arm, then leaned back in
the tub again, sliding his hands over her slick skin.

Several minutes passed in blissful quiet, then...

"Buffy?"

"Hmm?"

"Did I mention I had a long and difficult day?"

"I think you did."

"How are you at scrubbing backs?"

"I'm an expert."

They traded places in the tub. Buffy re-soaped her
sponge, plying it up and down William's nicely
muscled back. Rinsing all the soap off, she gave in
to a sudden impulse and leaned over, kissing the
scattering of light freckles on his left shoulder blade.

"You're right," he said softly, leaning back into her
touch. "You're an expert."

"I aim to please."

"You succeed beautifully."

He turned around and took the sponge away, tossing it
into the cooling bath water with a 'plop'. "Now...come
here."

"I...uh...Will...William?"

"Hmm?"

"In the bathtub?"

"Just the preliminaries," he promised. "We'll save the main
event for the bed, but I just have to feel your naked wet skin
all over me...so hold still."

Buffy tried, but it wasn't easy.

He lowered his body against hers, surrounding her with his
heat and strength. The 'naked wet skin' situation was
producing some marvelous sensations, and she purposely
wriggled closer, locking her arms around his neck.

His hard, possessive kiss took her by surprise. Vibrant
and strong, he pressed her back into the slick porcelain
surface of the bathtub, then rose to his knees, taking her
with him.

The next kiss was slow and sweet, as his hands moved
up and down her back, then held her around her waist.

The bubbles had dissolved completely away, and the
water was becoming unpleasantly cold. Somewhere in her
lust addled mind, Buffy decided it was time to move on to
the next level.

Pulling back, she gasped for air. "Do you...do you want to
go to bed?"

"More than life itself," he panted, nodding.


****************************************


Once again, he took her by surprise by picking her
up off her feet. Playfully, he tossed her into the middle
of the bed.

Rising up on her elbows, Buffy watched him advance on
her slowly. When he knelt on the mattress, she scooted
backwards towards the headboard.

William caught her ankle before it was out of reach, then
yanked her back down until she was lying prone beneath
him.

Looking down between them, it was hard not to stare. His
penis jutted out from his body, long and thick, and heavy.

"See something you want?" he murmured, leaning down
to nuzzle her throat.

She tried to swallow, but her throat felt dry. "Yes."

He thrust his hips forward a little. "Help yourself."

They stared into each other's eyes in the dimly shadowed
room. William reached for her hand, then drew it down
towards his groin.

Her fingers wrapped firmly around his shaft. Keeping
his hand over hers, he moved it up and down his hard
flesh, slowly at first, then a bit faster, a little rougher.

"Touch me," he pleaded, his voice soft and intense. "Squeeze
me with your...soft little fingers. Please."

Buffy was hypnotized by the whole experience, by every-
thing she saw and felt. His eyes, darkened with passion
and need; the thick length of his penis with it's velvety
skin and throbbing veins; his hot, damp body, thrust so
willingly into her grasp....it was all so electrifying.

Her heart beat at a wild pace as his fingers tightened
a bit more, roughly moving her fist in a circular motion,
spreading the fluid he was emitting until his penis was
slick with it, then pumping her hand slowly up and down.

"Buffy..." His voice was a husky whisper. "Do you want
me? Like I want you?"

The force of his obvious desire was making her shiver,
a giddy chase down her spine. "I want you," she told
him, pressing her lips against his chest. "I need you."

Lowering his head, he slipped his tongue between
her kiss swollen lips. "Baby....I'm yours."

He released her hand. Sliding his left arm beneath her
neck, he leaned his weight on it and sent his right hand
down to play between her legs.

His body was almost vibrating with a pleasure of its
own as he slid his forefinger over her mound, between
the moist folds of her labia.

She inhaled sharply, and he smiled at the sound,
moving his fingers tenderly around her clit, spreading
her wetness. "That's my girl."

Bending his head, he thrust his tongue into her
mouth with the same seductive swirling rhythm
as his hand. Buffy was becoming even more aroused
by the wet sounds his fingers made as they played
with her.

It wasn't long before she needed more. Spreading her
legs farther apart, she reached down and took hold of
his penis, placing it at the entrance to her body. The tip
slipped in, then he pulled back with a gasp.

"Sweetheart....I left in such a hurry....I didn't bring
anything..."

She knew what he meant. "It's all right. My period's due
in the next day or so. We're safe."

William looked into her eyes. "Buffy....you DO know that
if anything...."

She cut off the rest of his sentence by raising her hips,
taking him in further.

A ragged sigh shuddered out of him. He flexed the muscles
of his buttocks, rocking against her small thrusts, burying
himself to the hilt inside her.

"God....you're so tight," he said against her throat. "Feel so
amazing."

Buffy's entire body was tingling as her hips bucked up to
meet every thrust. Her hands slipped down his back, finding
the hard curve of his rump and clutching it, feeling those
muscles working.

William angled himself so that every gliding motion of
his body stimulated her clit, making her even wetter and
more willing than she already was.

The bedsprings squeaked in the darkened room, the only
other sound besides the slap of their flesh and their harsh
panting.

As the tension built, he began to bear down harder and
thrust deeper, moaning soft, incomprehensible words of
pure lust.

He knew he wasn't winning any awards for finesse at
the moment, but he was so turned on that he couldn't
help it. And she seemed to be enjoying what he was
doing; the wild, unrestrained pounding he was delivering.

Raising his head, he leaned down and pressed his
hungry mouth against her heaving breast, nuzzling
and leaving a wet trail over their smooth surface, then
latching on to one nipple and sucking hungrily.

Buffy's nails dug into his shoulders as she hissed
in air through clenched teeth. Her back arched in-
voluntarily, pushing her breast more deeply into his
mouth.

His sucking matched the rhythm of his strokes, and
he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Wanting
her pleasure to come first, he searched blindly between
her thighs and fondled her clit, flicking the wet knot of
flesh with his finger, then squeezing and rubbing it gently.

Orgasm blindsided her, taking her down in a wave of
bright lights and tumultuous shudders. It was so
overwhelming that it was almost a struggle to breathe.

William thrust into her three more times, then let
it all go, releasing himself into her deepest reaches,
then collapsing heavily in her arms.

It was such a wonderful feeling, having him so completely
on her and inside of her, that breathing properly was the
last thing on her mind.


***************************************

She threw his clothes into the dryer, then ran back
upstairs and rejoined him in bed for post coital
snuggling that quickly turned to more energetic
activities.

An hour later, they stood at the front door, exchanging
final kisses goodnight.

"Listen," William said, squeezing her hand, "how about
I come and get you two tomorrow night? We could go and
get some dinner."

"I'd love to....but Angel is coming to pick Melanie up for
dinner."

She watched his face carefully, but he was a consummate
actor and wiped the slightly disgruntled look off before it
really registered.

"Well, just you and I then? We'll go someplace nice."

"All right."

"Great. You get all dressed up fancy. I want to impress
you. Pick you up at 7:00?"

Perfect. Angel would gone by then.

She nodded. "Seven is fine."





TBC.....

AN: The song William sang is indeed called
'Black Velvet Band', but I have no idea who wrote
it. I searched the Internet for credits, but all it
told me at every site was that it was either an
Irish or Australian folk song. I learned it from
hearing my father sing it, although he was perfectly
sober at the time.

Now, some people may say, "Boy. That was really
corny having him sing her that old song."

To that, I reply, "Yeah. So?" ;-)



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