Title: Sweet Sixteen
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 and Buffy are
teenage neighbors meeting for the
first time.


AN: Okay, about the song lyrics. I've had
a couple of people ask me why I'm using
lyrics that are...well...old. And corny. I don't
want you all to think I'm 1,000 years old or
that I don't like any newer music, cuz I'm not
and I do. The reason I choose these lyrics
for this story is because they're from a more
innocent time, when love songs were not quite
as...descriptive as they tend to be now. (some
of them) and that's how I feel about this incar-
nation of William and Buffy. Even though they're
'trembling on the verge', they're still very innocent
and sweet to me, and I wanted to choose songs
that played on that.

(And I figured anybody who doesn't like them
will just skip right over them anyway)




Part twenty-three...


(For Deb....cuz I shortchanged her last time,
after she asked so politely. Sorry, Deb. Hope
this makes things a little bit sweeter)



~~~~~~~~~~
"How gentle is the rain
That falls softly on the meadow
Birds high up in the trees
Serenade the clouds with their melodies..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Before she could even blink, William lunged
forward and grabbed the front of Angel's shirt, hauling
him halfway to his feet.

"APOLOGIZE!" he yelled, getting right in Angel's face,
then spinning him around to face Buffy. "APOLOGIZE!"

To Buffy, Angel didn't look capable of apologizing to
anyone, for any reason. There was blood pouring out
of his nose and smeared across his chin.

She cared less than nothing for Angel's obvious pain.
The only thing she was concerned about were any
possible repercussions that might be visited upon
William.

"It's all right," she said, reaching for his arm. "Just
let him go."

At that point, Angel's feet skidded out from under him.
William let him slither bonelessly to the ground again,
keeping a firm grip on his shirt. Leaning down, he
looked directly into Angel's eyes.

"If you ever...EVER...speak to her that way again....I
WILL kill you," he bit out, letting go of Angel's shirt
and allowing him to fall back on the ground.

Angel rolled over and rose unsteadily to his feet. "I dink
you brode my fugging dose," he groaned, clutching his
face.

Buffy moved behind William, holding on to his arm. He
looked ready to lay into Angel again and the whole ugly
spectacle was beginning to attract attention. The last
thing she wanted was for someone to call one of the
teachers or parents over to see what was going on.

"You stay away from her," William said, his jaw
clenched. "If I see you anywhere near her again...I'll
break more than your nose."

She began tugging him backwards, trying to make
him leave.

Angel wiped his bloody chin on his sleeve and glared
after them. "Fugg you! You....touch me....and my fadder
will sue the lidding hell ouda you."

"Ooh," William replied, sarcasm dripping from his
voice. "You gonna sic the LAWYERS on me? Now I
AM terrified!"

Several of the onlookers giggled. Angel glanced around,
the tips of his ears turning bright red.

"William," Buffy said softly, pulling harder. "Let's go."

He turned and looked down at her, still breathing hard.

"Please," she added. "I want to go."

These words finally seemed to break through his anger. He
took a deep breath and grabbed her hand, then started
tugging her through the crowd and out towards the student
parking lot.

She practically had to skip to keep up with him, but he
didn't slow down until he reached his car. Then he stopped
and turned around, pulling her into his arms and burying his
face against the side of her neck.

"I'm sorry, Buffy."


~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh, see there beyond the hill
The bright colors of the rainbow
Some magic from above
Made this day for us just to fall in love.."
~~~~~~~~~~



She didn't know what surprised her more, his apology
to her or the shockingly tight embrace he wrapped her in.

His arms were trembling, and his breath was hot against her
skin.

"Sorry for what?" she asked, raising one hand and stroking
the back of his hair. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Maybe he thought she was angry with him for starting a
physical altercation.

He shook his head, nuzzling closer. "I shouldn't have done
it."

"Well...I know. But he kind of deserved it."

"What?" He pulled back a little to look at her. "No. He
COMPLETELY deserved it."

Now she was more confused. "Then what are you talking
about? You didn't do anything."

He swallowed hard. "I shouldn't have let you go on your
own that way. If I'd been there, he'd never have said those
things to you."

Buffy pulled a little further back, unsure what to say. She
didn't want him to think that she was some helpless little
girl, depending on him to do everything for her, even
something as simple as walking to a concession stand
for popcorn.

And yet, on the other hand, there had been something
very...arousing...about watching him deal with Angel the
way he had.

She felt awful for even thinking that way. She knew
violence wasn't the right way to handle a situation. Her
mother had spent years preaching the gospel of 'sticks
and stones'.

But the feelings were there, all the same.

"Buffy? Are you angry with me?"

So what was she supposed to do with them? Ignore
them?

"No," she said quickly, shaking her head for emphasis.
"No, I'm not."

He'd been....protecting her. And the more she thought of it
that way, the more sense it made.

Wouldn't she do the same thing, if she was able to?
Wouldn't her own instinct be to defend him at any cost?
In any way she could?

Of course it would. That was simply the way it was
when you were in love.

"Why won't you say some....." It was all he could get out
before she flung herself at him.

Throwing her arms around his neck, she jumped up and
kissed him harder than she'd ever done before.

His surprise only held him back for a moment. Then
his arms wrapped tightly around her again, lifting her
right off her feet as he returned her kiss with all the
fervor she was demonstrating.

When they finally pulled apart to take in air, he
grinned at her. "What was THAT for?"

She shrugged. "Because I love you. Now, can we
get out of here?"

"Don't you want to go to the dance?"

"Not really."

"What about the bonfire at the beach?"

"I'll pass."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Somewhere we can be alone."

She had absolutely no further need to convince
him.



~~~~~~~~~~
"Now, I belong to you
From this day until forever
Just love me tenderly
And I'll give to you every part of me.."
~~~~~~~~~~




"William?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think Angel will really have his father sue you?"

He turned the car onto Revello Drive. Both her mother and
his uncle were out for the evening, so they'd decided to go
to the pool house.

"Don't worry about that, love," he said, smiling at her. "He'll
probably be too embarrassed to tell his father about it."

"But what if he does?"

"Then I'll deal with it." He pulled into the driveway and cut
off the engine. Turning to face her, he reached behind her
and gently tugged the elastic from around her pony tail,
releasing the soft cloud of her hair to tumble around her
face. "I...my family...has lawyers, too. Some of the best in
the UK. If he tries to cause any trouble, believe me, they'll
put a stop to it."

He cupped her chin in his palm and leaned forward to
give her a light kiss on the lips.

"Want to go inside?"

"Yes."

Standing and waiting for him to unlock the door, another
possibility occurred to her.

"What if he calls the police or something?" she asked,
stepping past him into the front room.

"What if he does?" William shrugged, closing the door.

"You might be arrested."

He chuckled, sliding his arms around her waist and
pulling her close. "You know, for such a little girl, you
worry far too much."

She ducked back when he tried to kiss her. "And you
don't worry at all?"

"Not about that."

"But what if...."

"Shhh," he shushed her. "I don't want to talk about Angel
anymore. I want to talk about you...and about me....and
about us. Just us. No one else." He placed one finger over
her lips when he saw that she was about to speak again.
"There's no one else in the world right now. There's only
us."

Sighing deeply, she gave in. With this kind of close
proximity to William, Angel and all his possible trouble-
making was firmly relegated to her mental rubbish bin.

"Did you hurt your hand?" she asked, reaching for it
and lifting it for inspection.

"A bit," he admitted. "That sort of thing isn't quite as
easy as they make it seem in films."

Buffy shook her head, tsking over it. "Poor baby."

"Kiss and make better?"

Obediently, she brushed her lips over his bruised
knuckles. "Can I tell you a secret?" she asked,
hiding her face playfully.

"Please do."

She opened her mouth to speak, then blushed. "You'll
think I'm being silly."

"Never happen," he assured her. Besides, I love it when
you're silly."

"Well....."

"Well, what? Tell me."

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"I'll try not to."

"What kind of a promise is THAT?" she demanded.

"The sensible kind. I don't know what you're about to
say."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Fine. It's just that....after the whole
thing was over...when we went back to the car...I was kind
of....it made me feel....excited."

A smile bloomed on his handsome face. "Yeah?"

She nodded, her blush deepening. "Uh-huh. I don't know
why."

"I don't CARE why." Bending slightly, he picked her up
and carried her over to the couch, sitting down with her
in his lap. "Go with the feeling."



~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh, don't ever make me cry
Through long lonely nights without us
Be always true to me
Keep this day in your
heart eternally..."
~~~~~~~~~~


The darkness in the room pulsed with sexual heat,
broken only by the flickering light of the television.

They had started kissing on the couch, then slipped to
the floor together. William hadn't wanted to turn any
bright lights on, but he definitely wanted to see every part
of her, so he had grabbed the remote and switched on
the TV, muting the sound. Then, grabbing the pillows and
down comforter from his bed, he made a comfortable place
for them.

He supported himself on one arm, leaving his left hand
free. Deepening their kiss, he slid that hand up her arm,
then over to caress her breast.

As it always did, his first light touch made her long for
more. She arched her back, thrusting herself more fully
into his hand.

He squeezed and fondled her, carefully at first, then with
deeper passion, slipping his tongue into her mouth and
searching for hers.

Buffy closed her lips around his tongue, sucking gently
as he had taught her. Then, to William's great surprise,
she placed her hand over his on her breast, guiding it
beneath her sweater, then leaving it there.

Releasing a strangled moan from his throat, he pulled
the lacy cup of her bra down and began to explore soft,
bare flesh.

Once upon a time, he would have been happy to do no
more than this, counting himself fortunate that she allowed
it. But now that he knew from experience how much better
it could be, simply touching her breast was no longer enough.

He took his hand back and rose to his knees, bringing her
with him. Without hesitating, he tugged her sweater up
and over her head, then twisted open the clasp of her bra.

Discarding both garments by tossing them onto the couch,
he took her breasts into his hands and bent his head
to run his tongue across the satin-like curves, devouring
the taste and texture of her skin.

She made a soft sound in her throat that made the erection
he already had even stronger. Hearing her give voice to her
pleasure was wildly exciting. Knowing that he was one giving
it to her made it even better.

He kissed and licked the entire surface of both her breasts,
then took one nipple into his mouth and suckled it while his
fingers played with the other.

"Oh, Buffy," he breathed warmly into her cleavage. "You're
so beautiful. So soft and warm."

She buried her fingers in his curls. "More."

Smiling, he bent his head and complied. He used his
tongue to stimulate her erect nipples, painting wet circles
around them.

Their bodies were growing accustomed to each other's
touch and the awkward fumbling was becoming less and
less every time they were together.

Releasing her breast from his mouth with a loud, sucking
pop, he rubbed his cheek against them. "Beautiful," he
whispered again.

The memory of Angel's opinion still stung. "So, you
don't think I need to grow into my bra size?"

"Trust me."


~~~~~~~~~~
"One day we shall return
To this place upon the meadow
We'll walk out in the rain
Hear the birds above
Singing once again.."
~~~~~~~~~~


She made him take off his shirt so that she could
reciprocate his touch.

He remained as still as he could while she did.

She slipped her hands down, holding him at the waist
as he yanked at the snap of his jeans, wrenching them
open.

Buffy copied him, her hand only shaking a little.

"Lie down." He pushed her gently down on her back
and removed her shoes, socks, and jeans, trying to
ignore the painful message his body was beginning
to convey.

He nudged her thighs apart, breaking her automatic
attempt to keep them shut tight. He knew it was simply
a reflex gesture on her part. "May I?" he asked, slipping
his thumbs into the sides of her panties.

Giggling at her own silliness, she relaxed her legs,
allowing him to pull her panties down and off.

But her laughter disappeared when she felt the light
touch of his lips on her inner thighs, kissing her there
softly.

Slowly...slowly...his mouth moved up. He looked
at her, asking with his eyes if she wanted him to....

She did.

Calling into memory everything he'd done the last time
they were together like this, he carefully ran his tongue
up and down the cleft of her sex, lapping gently.

Buffy's head dropped back as she closed her eyes,
digging her fists into the comforter and twisting the
material.

He continued licking her with long strokes, teasing
her clit with the tip of his tongue.

She was gasping for breath, her body straining up
towards him for more.

From his vantage point between her legs, William
watched her reaction. She looked so beautiful, so
caught up in her passion, so totally lost in herself.

He had to grind his pelvis down into the comforter to
hold off ejaculating right then and there.

When it seemed like she couldn't take another moment
of it, he placed his open mouth on her clit and began
sucking it.

She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming when the
climax exploded inside her.

William held tight, licking her tenderly to ease her back
down. Once she was calm, he pulled back. The moisture
glistening on her thighs dazzled him. He wanted so badly
to feel it on his shaft.

Unable to take his eyes off that magical place, he stood
up and tugged off his shoes, then removed his jeans.

Buffy sighed with pure contentment. She opened her eyes
and was jolted to see him standing up, fully naked.

That jolt was nothing compared to the one she got
when he dropped between her splayed thighs and
lowered himself on top of her.

"William," she gasped, placing her hands against his
chest. "What...what are you..."

"It's all right," he said quickly, not wanting to frighten
her. "I won't put it in, I promise. Just...just let me...let
me feel you. Please....please, Buffy..."

He reached below and pushed his erection down
until it was positioned between her legs, pressing
upwards, rubbing the full length of her.

Still uncertain what he had in mind, Buffy remained
as stiff as a plank of wood.

Until he began to move....


~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh, you hold me in your arms
And say once again you love me
And if your love is true
Everything will be just as wonderful.."
~~~~~~~~~~


William kept his promise and didn't try to pene-
trate her.

He moved his hips back and forth, lifting himself
against her so she could feel his length sliding over
her labia.

It was easily one of the sweetest things he'd ever
felt.

A whole new flood of wetness seemed to be pouring
forth from her, slickening his thrusts.

Her nails were digging into his shoulders, pulling at
him. Hoping it was what she wanted, he lay down on
her, using his forearms to hold his weight as their
bodies pressed together.

It was exactly what she wanted. To feel him on her,
holding her down, his hips plunging up and down, from
side to side.

It was unlike anything either of them had felt before. So
close to the real thing, but without the possible
consequences.

Every time he pushed down, he ground the base of his
erection against her clitoris, stimulating it to the point
of madness for her. She raised her hips up to meet
him, then pulled back when he did.

William moaned and panted against her neck, pumping
harder and faster, sometimes stopping to press down and
up. Each time he sank in, she tightened her thighs a little
more.

"Buffy," he whispered. "Love...you..."

Sliding her hands down his back, she could feel the
muscles working. "I love you, too."

He was close, so close, and he wanted it so badly.

His jaw clenched and his eyes shut tightly as he
concentrated. All his energy and strength locked
into the rhythm, his entire world compressed to that
aching place of need.

When that need was finally satisfied, he gave her the
same satisfaction. With one last thrust, he pushed
hard, rubbing her clit until she came over the edge with
him.

His ejaculate pulsed out of him in thick spurts,
coating her inner thighs and wetting the comforter.

The world and everything in it grayed out for a
moment.

As the last tremor shuddered through him, he
went limp in her arms, panting and utterly spent.

A few moments later, he raised his head. "Every-
thing good?"

Buffy smiled at him, smoothing his sweaty hair
back.

"Very good."


~~~~~~~~~~
"You'll hold me in your arms
And say once again you love me
And if your love is true
Everything will be just as wonderful..."
~~~~~~~~~~




TBC.....

(Okay, I did my part. Now you do yours. ;-)

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