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
AN: Hey, check out the pretty picture vamps
made
for the story:
www.offangsandfairytales.net/actingthepartmain.html
~For Jon....thank you for the inspiration,
darling~
Part Thirty:
Unaware of the plans
being made between William
and her mother, Melanie was, unwittingly, highly
uncooperative once they'd returned to their hotel suite.
Slightly
amped up on more sugar than Buffy ever normally
allowed, she had no interest
in being put to bed once
she'd been bathed and dressed in clean pajamas.
The
instant her hair was dry, she ran back into the main room
and climbed
up on the sofa, settling in next to William with
a new story book in her hand
and a look on her face that he
had no chance at all of
resisting.
Buffy sat on William's other side, listening with her
own
particular interest to the rise and fall of his voice as he
read. The
fact that he was a trained actor made him
uniquely qualified at the job, and
he employed every bit
of his dramatic, comedic, and vocal range to make
'Alice
In Wonderland' sound brand new to an audience that
had heard it
many times before.
When the story came to its inevitable conclusion,
Buffy
looked over at her daughter. "Melanie?" she prompted,
"aren't you
getting tired?"
"No," the child answered instantly, shaking her
head.
Buffy and William exchanged a helpless look. "You
sure,
Pixie?" he asked. "S'been a long day for you."
Sweetly
oblivious, the little girl smiled and climbed
down from the couch, heading
straight for a pile of
shopping bags. She dug around in one, extracting
a
board game, a 'Disney-ized' version of 'Monopoly'
created for very
young children.
Buffy groaned inwardly. If this game took as long
as
Monopoly usually did, it could be a long time before
she and William
were alone together. Clearly, something
had to be done, and as Melanie's
mother it fell to her to
do it.
Rising to her feet, she watched
Melanie settle down on
the floor and tear the protective plastic off the game
box.
"Um...Melanie?" The child looked at her. "What are you
doing?"
"Playing my game."
"Now?"
"Uh-huh."
Melanie smiled charmingly at the adults. "Play
with
me?"
Technically, it was a good half an hour before her
normal
bedtime. Buffy knew she could push it and insist, but she
didn't
want to risk spoiling the mood of the evening with an
argument. She looked at
William, who shrugged very slightly
as he joined Melanie on the
floor.
Smiling a bit ruefully, he held out one hand to Buffy.
"Come
on down here."
With a sigh that started somewhere in the
soles of her feet,
she
complied.
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Buffy
threw the game in less than twenty minutes. After
wishing the two remaining
players luck, she excused
herself and went to take a
shower.
Looking back over her shoulder, she caught a look of
yearning on William's face that made her heart go soft.
That same
heart nearly seized up on her when the look
changed to one of promise, ripe
with sensual intent. The
blue of his eyes darkened and the corners of his
mouth
turned up ever so slightly. Buffy's knees actually quivered
when his
tongue crept out and passed slowly over his
upper lip as if savoring some
lingering sweetness de-
posited there by......
Wiping away a
sudden sheen of moisture on her fore-
head, she hurried into the bathroom and
closed the
door.
She stripped off all her clothes and stepped
into the
shower, adjusting the spray to a soothing pulse and
standing
under the hot water to let it soak her thoroughly.
Her skin felt
unusually sensitive, seeming to come alive
under the touch of her fingers as
she spread a generous
amount of body wash over it. It had to be the
anticipation,
she decided, the knowledge of what was going to be
happening to her soon....who was going to be
touching
her.
Buffy rinsed the soap off, watching it swirl down
the
drain. She washed and conditioned her hair, then
shaved her legs and
underarms, finishing up with a
smear of in-shower moisturizing
lotion.
The towels provided by the hotel were large and plush,
and
she wrapped one all the way around her, tucking
the ends in over her
breasts. She used a second towel
to clean a spot on the mirror, then dried
her hair, leaving
it loose around her shoulders.
After applying a
little moisturizer to her face, she re-
did her eyes. Her curling iron gave
her hair volume and
bounce, making it look a little wild as it framed her
face.
Satisfied with the results, she went into the bedroom
and
slipped on her short pink, silk nightshirt, covering it with
the
matching robe.
She glanced at the bedside clock....plenty of
time had
passed for the game to be over. Thinking how nice it
would be
for the two of them to put Melanie to bed and
have some alone time, she
opened the bedroom door
and smiled at William.
Her smile changed
to an entirely new expression when
she saw that he and Melanie were still
sitting on the floor,
facing off over the game board, apparently deep in
nego-
tiations for another
round.
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"Come on
now, Pixie...it's getting late."
"What time is
it?"
William checked his watch for her benefit. "Seven
forty-two."
"Is that before eight o'clock?" Melanie
asked.
He sighed. "Yes."
She shrugged, reaching for her
game piece. "Then it's not
bedtime."
"I know that, Princess," he
replied reasonably, "but you had
a busy day, remember? Up early and all
that."
"I'm not tired."
"Pixie..."
"But I'm
not."
He looked down at her, unable to resist her when she
smiled
at him the way she was doing. What could one more
game hurt? He could make it
a quick one and then.....
Glancing up over Melanie's shoulder, he saw
Buffy
standing in the bedroom doorway and his breath caught
in his
chest!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As
frustrating as it all was, Buffy was nearly laughing
at the scenario being
played out in the living room.
Listening as William tried to reason
with Melanie, she
couldn't help thinking how ironic their situation
was
turning out to be.
Melanie, after all, wanted them to be
together more than
anything...more than any toy you could buy her,
more
than any treat you could devise, more than her next bowl
of Lucky
Charms....and yet she was the one who was
inadvertently keeping them apart at
the moment.
If she only knew, could only read between these
particular lines, Buffy was certain she'd be in bed and
asleep faster
than greased lightning. Anything to
further the cause!
But as
funny as their predicament was, the amusement
factor began to fade when she
noticed that William was
dangerously close to caving in to the child's
demands for
further entertainment.
She had to put a stop to this
before Melanie became
overly tired and was impossible to put down for
the
night. Untying the sash of her robe, she let the sides
slip apart and
opened the bedroom door all the way,
waiting for him to look
up.
"I'm not tired," Melanie
said.
"Pixie..."
"But I'm not!"
Buffy saw
William's gaze soften, then he finally looked
up and saw her. Tilting her
head slightly to one side, she
arched an eyebrow, her meaning crystal clear.
His eyes
widened for a moment, then focused again on
Melanie.
"Time for bed," he announced firmly, the resolve in
his
tone rivaling any long time parent's. "No arguments, now.
You've had a
long day and little girls need their rest."
He didn't give the child
a chance to object. He simply stood
up, took her under the arms and picked
her up, then
carried her into the bedroom and slipped her between
the
covers.
Buffy watched as they exchanged goodnight kisses
and
hugs. Waiting until he left the room, she re-tied her robe
and sat
down on the bed next to her daughter. "Ready for
sweet
dreams?"
"Yes." Melanie rubbed her eyes with her small fists. "I
wanted to play some more, but William said no."
"And he was
right," Buffy said, brushing Melanie's curls
back. "It would have been way
past your bedtime when
you finished. Now I want you to go right to sleep,
okay?"
"Okay." The little girl yawned. "Goodnight,
Mommy."
"Night, baby." She leaned over and kissed a forehead,
two
soft cheeks, and the tip of a small nose. "Sweet
dreams,
love."
Sitting back, she began to count. Melanie was asleep
before
she got halfway to twenty.
Rising slowly to her feet, she left the
room, closing
the door behind her. William was standing by the desk
when
she returned to the living room, replacing the phone
on its cradle. "I'm all
yours," she said softly.
He turned to her, smiling. "Come here,
then."
She walked towards him, surprised when he indicated
she
should stop. "What?"
"Open your robe again," he requested, his voice
husky
and his eyes gleaming.
She did as he'd asked. "Who were you
calling?"
"Room service." He moved close to her, his eyes
focused
on her mouth with an intensity that made
her heart beat faster. His hands
moved into her hair
and he tipped her head back a little. "I'm going to
ply
you with fine champagne and then seduce the hell out
of
you."
She laughed softly. "Well, I appreciate the thought, but
you
don't exactly need to get me drunk. I'm eminently
seduceable at the
moment."
"Yeah? Still...I want to do it. I want to pamper you
with
all the best things in life, treat you the way you
deserve," he said, and
lowered his lips slowly to hers.
Buffy wasn't sure whether it was the
adrenaline from
the day's excitement still coursing through her blood,
the
stimulation of the shower, or the things he was saying
to her, but
whatever it was caused the pent up desire to
explode inside of
her.
Her mouth opened with a soft sigh, and she met his
hungry
kiss with feverish need, moaning softly in her
throat when he pushed his
tongue in demandingly.
Buffy wound her arms around his neck, seeking
the
solid warmth of his body against hers as she returned
his
kisses.
He had slipped one hand under her robe, pressing
it
against the small of her back, when the doorbell chimed.
Breaking away
with an apologetic look, he went to
answer
it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
William
signed the check and tipped the bellman,
then deftly opened the bottle of
champagne and poured
two glasses. "Let's sit down," he said, nodding
towards
the love seat positioned in front of the windows.
Buffy
joined him, accepting one of the glasses and
sipping from it.
"Mmmm."
He grinned. "Good?"
"Mm-hmmm.....better than
good."
"Glad you like it." He drained his glass. "Oh, there's
something I've been meaning to tell you."
"Oh?" she asked, taking
another large sip from her
glass......
"Yeah....I think I'm
falling in love with you."
.....and nearly spitting it all over
him!
'W-whattt?" she coughed, wiping her chin.
He
chuckled. "Oh, come on...you can't be all that surprised."
Buffy
cleared her throat and said the first thing that came
to mind, "What do you
mean you THINK?" and then turned
scarlet.
Apparently delighted at
this response, he laughed again,
grabbing her when she tried to leave the
love seat. "Come
back here," he said, taking the champagne glasses
and
setting them on the coffee table.
Embarrassed beyond anything
she'd felt before, she still
struggled against his restraining hands.
"William, please...
don't....I'm...that was so stupid, such an awful thing
to
say....."
"Buffy." He held onto her, keeping her firmly in
place. "Sit
still...stop trying to squirm away...I....thank you. Now,
it
was NOT awful and it was NOT stupid. It was an honest
response. There's
nothing wrong with that."
With her cheeks still redder than barn
paint, Buffy tried to
explain. "It was just....you sounded so....so...I mean,
I
wasn't expecting...that."
"Really?" he asked, his grin
widening.
She gave him an exasperated look. "Yes, really! Why
did
you say it like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like...'oh, by the
way...I think I'm falling in love with
you'....so...so casually. As if you
were saying 'oh, by
the way, your slip is showing'."
He was having
difficulty controlling his mirth. "So...should
I have dropped to one knee and
placed my hand over my
heart, then?"
"What? No! That's
not...."
"Because I will."
"Please,
don't!"
"What...you don't like romantic gestures?"
He was
having far too much fun with this, she
decided. "Of course I
do."
"Then let me....."
She grabbed his shirt before he
could slide off the
love seat onto his knees. "Just kiss me. That's all the
gesture I need right now." She would think about the
'falling in love
with you' remark later, when she could
process it
properly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Without
a word spoken about it, they went hand in hand
to check on Melanie. Finding
her so sound asleep that she
was emitting a soft snoring sound from her tiny
nose, they
went into his room and closed the door behind
them.
William went into the bathroom for a five minute
shower,
trying to keep his erection under control without resorting
to
ice cold water, but it seemed to have a mind of its own
and stubbornly
refused to subside.
He washed quickly, did a half assed job of drying
off,
then smoothed his face with his electric razor so as not to
leave
any scratches on Buffy's tender skin. Wrapping the
damp towel around his
hips, he returned to the bedroom.
Buffy was stretched out of her side
on top of the bed, showing
lots of creamy thigh and smiling at him. The robe
had
disappeared, and the sight of her like that made him even
harder.
"Too bad," she said, "this isn't one of those vibrating
beds."
He shucked his towel and crawled up on the bed,
positioning
himself behind her and pulling her into the curve of his
body.
"Don't you worry about it. I'll vibrate you all you want," he
promised with a lusty growl against the side of her neck.
She
laughed, a sound that turned to a sigh as he continued
nuzzling her skin.
Breathing in her scent, his hands slipped
up and found her breasts, massaging
them and pulling her
in tighter.
His erection, already rock hard,
strained for her as he
nestled it against her bottom. She instinctively
pushed
back, wiggling a bit, and he almost swallowed his
tongue.
"You feel so warm," she whispered in a husky
tone.
"Mm-hmm," was all he could manage to say as his
hands
explored her breasts, molding and squeezing them, playing
with her
nipples.
Then, using one hand, he took the hem of her
nightgown
between two fingers and slowly slipped it up her thighs.
She
raised one leg, allowing him access to the treasure between
them, the
one place in the world he wanted to be at that
moment.
Stroking
her there, he spread her own natural moisture
around, opening her carefully
with his thumb and middle
finger, then touching her in just the right spot
with his index
finger. Letting her accelerated breathing be his guide,
he
traced a slow circle around her clit, making her body
quiver.
Buffy raised one hand and grasped the back of his
neck,
turning her head to kiss him. He slipped one finger inside
her as
their tongues played lazily with each other.
William was about to
explode. He reached over her and
grabbed a condom from where he'd dropped
them in the
bedside table drawer earlier. Slipping one on, he turned
Buffy
onto her back, then dragged her on top of him. "Get on
me."
She
didn't resist, taking him in her hand and lowering
herself quickly. This
angle felt wonderful, the fit of her
sex was tight. She stripped her gown off
over her head
and tossed it away.
Admiring the view she presented,
he lifted his hips up
and down, helping her ride him. When she leaned
back,
he brought one hand down between her legs and found
her clit,
fingering her there until she was moaning
con-
tinuously.
Everything was so hot and wet and tight, the feel
of her
clamping down on his steel hard cock, the slickness of her
skin.
The soft sounds emerging from her throat were
driving him mad, encouraging
him to make it even better
for her.
Her breasts bounced enticingly
as she moved up and
down on him, and his hands instantly moved to
capture
them and hold them, feeling their weight and warmth
fill his
palms.
"That's it," he whispered huskily. "That's my girl. She
knows what she wants. Ride me, beautiful...do it
for
me....ah...CHRIST!...."
Buffy rocked her hips, grinding down
against him,
seeking that most delicious friction. He immediately
moved
his hands to her waist and clasped it firmly,
jerking her down harder as he
thrust up into her,
groaning like a dying man.
She loved the sense
of feminine power that was
coursing through her, the fact that what she was
doing
with her body was affecting him so strongly. His chest
rose and fell
deeply, his eyes dark with need as he
watched her move up and down on
him.
His gaze moved down her torso and locked on the
place where
their bodies were joined. Buffy arched
her spine and let her head drop back.
She stared at
the ceiling without really seeing it, sliding her palms
up
her sides and cupping her breasts, squeezing and
fondling them before
slipping them down her stomach
and between her splayed
thighs.
William's breath caught in a harsh gasp when he saw
her
touch herself, spreading the lush folds and finding
the hot button with no
effort. His erection lengthened
inside of her even more, hardening almost to
the point of
pain, desperate for relief.
She felt the tightening
sensation of approaching
orgasm and she rocked down harder, increasing
the
friction inside her. Pressing down deeply, she clenched
her internal
muscles around his shaft and came explosively
before collapsing forward,
unable to support herself.
"God, that was beautiful," he whispered,
brushing her
sweaty hair away from her face. "You're so gorgeous when
you
come on me like that..."
She nuzzled his throat, nipping at the taut
skin. Smiling
when she felt his hands move down and cup her
bottom,
pushing her down harder.
"Make me come, Buffy," he said in
her ear. "I need you."
Happy to oblige, she slipped her arms around
his neck and
began moving her hips from side to side, then in a
circular
motion, all the while tightening her sex around him like a
vise.
She kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth
and finding his, coaxing
it back to hers and then sucking it
in a rhythm that matched her clenching
grasp on his penis.
When she felt his thighs tense and his stomach
muscles
harden, she knew he was getting close. Tangling her
fingers in
his shaggy curls, she broke their kiss and buried
her face against the side
of his neck. "William," she whim-
pered, "come inside me....do it
now....now....oh, please..."
"Baby," he choked, clutching her
tighter. He bucked his
hips upwards once, twice, three times....and his cry
of
pleasure was the single sexiest sound she'd ever
heard.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I see
why they call this the 'Happiest Place on Earth',"
he said quietly, standing
behind her and wrapping his
arms around her waist.
They were in
front of the large picture window, watching
colorful bursts of fireworks
explode in the sky over Matter-
horn Mountain.
"Why?" she asked
with a smile. "Are you happy?"
"Mm-hmm....very happy," he said,
kissing her neck. "How
about you?"
"Me?"
"Yeah,
you."
"I'm very happy,
too."
"Yeah?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Because of
me."
He sounded a little bit smug, but who cared? It was
true.
"Yes," she agreed. "Because of you..."
God......it
was SO true!
TBC.....
(Boy..I'll bet you thought
they'd NEVER get back in
bed,
huh?)