One week later…
Buffy felt a buzz from her pocket as she waited in the queue of the bookshop; her arms overflowed with spanking new textbooks. Transferring them all over into one arm, she pulled out her phone.
Finished early. Taking you to dinner, 6.30? W. x
She felt the pounding of her heart echo through her chest and she replied quickly with a growing smile.
6.30. If I'm out of this queue by then. xx.
Seeing the unmoving mile of people ahead of her, she let herself slip into her thoughts.
Ever since that fateful night, they had been granted very little time together. It was as if the stresses of their fast-paced lives had been thrown at them with full force in retaliation of all the time they'd spent recalling the past. Will, who had continued his childhood love for the written word and worked as an editor with a top publishing firm, had suddenly been swamped with meetings and manuscripts. Meanwhile, with just two and a half weeks until she would be starting university, she had been paying the price of putting off her preparations.
Exhausted by the emotional and physical demands of 'that' night, the pair had woken at mid-morning and worked frantically to return the house to normality before her Dad returned home. In the somewhat routine of the following days, dinner at the Summer's abode was their time together. If they were lucky, they were able to sneak in a desperate kiss hidden by the cover of dark and the large tree outside when she walked him out to his car each night. And there was that one night when-
Buffy started when the studious looking girl behind primly tapped her on the shoulder and pointed ahead to the moving line. Stepping forward, she hugged her books to her falling back into her memory…
She could hear the sounds of washing up doing on downstairs.
Quarter past 9.
He'd be leaving in 15 minutes. That was more than enough time.
Checking herself in the mirror, she fixed her mindset and made sure to make her presence known as she loudly trudged her way downstairs.
'Help. I need help!'
'What with, baby girl?'
She freshened her pouty expression,
'With all of this booklists and major subject choose-age! I swear those instructions are in some kind of code; words! Too many words! And put in confusing order.'
When her father bent down to the dishwasher, she threw Will a sultry grin. She saw his automatic response of panic flash in his eyes before he raised a scarred eyebrow when she subtly ran her thumb across the waistband of her track-pants.
'Will! You can read! Help Buffy!'
She bounded across the kitchen to grab his hand, pulling him along with her. She heard Liam let out a laugh when he took the towel from William and say,
'I think Basic English Grammar 101 might be good starting point.'
Throwing him a frown over her shoulder, she pushed Will in the direction of the stairs. But when they reached the security of her room, their roles quickly switched when he pulled her towards him by the join where the top of her thigh met her bottom. Their lips met in a flurry, the issue of breathing becoming a problem as their tongues tangled. They finally parted when they'd fallen on her bed, hands grabbing wherever they desired.
He was panting heavily against her neck when she realised that she'd begun to grind herself against his growing arousal. She hadn't meant to go that far, just meant to snog the hell out of him. Face still buried against her she heard him say huskily,
'This is such a bad idea.'
She turned to face him, biting her lip saucily and speaking in an innocent voice,
'Oops. Now what'll we do?'
She gasped her approval with another hard grind upwards then flipped them over. Crawling down his body, he'd grabbed her wrist when she reached for his belt buckle.
'Don't you dare.'
She felt herself flush at the dark, menacing tone of his voice but slapped him away so she could continue, keeping an ear out for noises which told her that they remained alone upstairs. When the metal of his buckle clinked he'd breathed her name and when he was finally fully exposed to her, she looked back up to him tenderly.
'But I've missed you.'
'Missed you too, pet.'
And with that she'd taken him into her mouth, her tongue running tantalizing lines across his throbbing veins and sucking with all her might. While one hand ventured downwards to massage her other favorite parts of his anatomy, the other had flown upwards to try to muffle his strangled moans. She'd whimpered around him when he pressed her hand harder to his lips, biting down on it before slowly sucking on her index finger. She relished his rough whispers as he reached orgasm,
'Ngh! Bu-Buffy! Ye-go—'
'Next, please!'
Buffy frowned in frustration at the young, pimply guy behind the counter and dumped her pile of books and card on the counter. Inwardly, she giggled at his flinch when she said hostilely,
'On credit.'
Bags hanging on her arms she exited the crowded store and jogged towards her car. She grinned with excitement, wondering where he'd take her. Her slight panic about choice of wardrobe quickly passed when she contemplated staying the night at his apartment. It was a Thursday night after all, commonly accepted party-night. And it wasn't as if she hadn't done it before. And Liam would be back late, what with Thursday nights also being designated weekly General Board Conference Meet.
Yep. They'd finally reached the end of their period of stolen interludes.
Temporarily, anyway.
to be continued...
