Rated M for language and sexual content.

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By the time we returned home, it was pretty late. Stars bejewelled the velvet sky, and the summer air was a welcomingly cool caress.

We stood outside the Pratt household, enveloped by sudden silence. The faint sound of crickets infiltrated the air. Besides that, the world was sleeping. William's gaze burned into mine; he was seemingly lost for words. I was fondly reminded of the standard awkward aftermath of a first date, where you both hover uncertainly outside the front door; unsure whether you'll be invited in, or simply kiss goodnight...

Well, I know for a fact that I certainly want to be invited in...

"So, um... did you enjoy the opera, Elizabeth?" William sounded suddenly shy.

"I loved it, William," I replied softly, smiling up at him. "Thank you for taking me."

He broke into that boyish smile of his which I so loved. "And thank you for accompanying me!" he beamed. "It was an honour to have you on my arm - why, I must be the luckiest man in the whole of London!"

"Doubtful," I chuckled, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.

Wait… so now he's the one making me blush?!

"Truthful," he countered smugly. I felt my blush deepen. "I must say, in certain moments, I… I felt as if we were the only two people in the world. Just you and I… and the music…. it was like Heaven." William's flawlessly handsome face took on a dreamy expression. My breathing began to quicken. "My beautiful, exquisite Elizabeth…" his deep, rich voice trailed off, eyes flickering down to my lips.

"I love you, William." The words still felt foreign to me. I felt a giddy rush every time I said them, a forbidden thrill. "I love you." I wanted to try out the words in countless different ways, to truly taste them on my lips. "I love -"

William abruptly silenced me with the welcome assault of his lips. I stumbled backward slightly, giddily overwhelmed by the intensity of his kiss. This kiss was different to all the many kisses before somehow; there was a sense of primal urgency, of him claiming my lips as his. His hands tangled in my hair, as my arms encircled him in an impassioned embrace; I eagerly returned his kiss with rivalling heat. When we eventually pulled away, both panting for breath, he tenderly cupped my face in his hands.

"Would you like me to escort you home, darling? It is terribly late…" William's words were characteristically polite and formal, yet his eyes were smouldering.

Okay, the 'darling' is officially my undoing…

"Can I… stay?" My voice was a low, husky whisper, my eyes searching. He visibly swallowed.

"Stay… the night? Here?" His breathing was shallow, and his face was etched with conflicting emotions.

"I want you," I stated simply. Silence suffocated the air.

Oh Jesus, looks like I've majorly overstepped -

"You… you want me?"

Fuck it. I've already overstepped, so now's the time to be bold…

Without another word, nor with my eyes ever leaving his, I placed a gentle, teasing hand on his crotch. He immediately hardened under my touch.

Holy shit… it's like it's standing to attention!

William's eyes automatically fluttered shut. A low groan reverberated through his body. I removed my hand swiftly, and he reflexively jerked away, opening his eyes which widened in shock as he sharply snapped back to reality.

"But… but, Elizabeth, we…" William, adorably, was stuttering again. "We are not yet married!"

"Well observed," I replied drily, my facial expression still flirtatious.

"Really, Elizabeth, it is… it is grossly improper to even be discussing such matters!" He gabbled frantically, his eyes wide and pleading. "As an unmarried woman, you have your reputation to uphold, and… and I could never play a part in sullying it." He took hold of my hands desperately., seemingly trying to convince both me and himself. "Elizabeth, I love you… and on my honour, I could never degrade you like that - never! Not until we are…" he trailed off bashfully, clearly not wanting to appear too presumptuous. But I knew in my heart what those words would've been.

Oh, but my dear, sweet William… if only you knew. We just don't have the time.

In fact, we barely have any time left at all…

"William… do you want me too?"

My candid question seemed to strike a chord with William. His practiced, perfected monologue of moral obedience stilted to silence. Without pause or thought, his subsequent words rang raw and true.

"I always want you."

The kisses that followed were feverish, fervent, frantic even. After the front door was slammed behind us, we'd somehow journeyed, at a sensually slow pace with lips locked, to William's bedroom. Our kiss intensified as we fell onto the bed, myself on top of him. Breathing accelerated, tongues entwined and hands were everywhere. I began kissing down his neck, before sucking gently on the sensitive skin I found there. William gasped, before emitting a soft, low moan.

Not only vampires suck, ya know.

I ran my fingers seductively over his chest, before travelling down...

"Oh..."

Down...

"Oh God – "

And down...

"Elizabeth," he breathed, eyes rolling into the back of his head. I traced the soft material of his trousers, which were significantly tented by his arousal. William sat up suddenly, gently prising my hands away. "Elizabeth… are you sure? We should wait - really, I would happily wait forever for you."

How about a hundred plus years?

"William, I'm more than sure." I reached up to stroke his beloved face. "We could wait, yes… and we will, if that's what you really want. But… isn't there part of you that thinks there's something so magical about living in the moment?"

William sighed deeply. "Yes…" he breathed. "God, yes."

"Just try and forget what's 'proper' - bend the rules for once in your life! Trust me, nothing will be tarnished, nor ruined… no one need ever know. It's just you… and me." Slowly, gently, I kissed his lips. "We're all that matters. Just you and me…. we love each other. And that's a beautiful thing, William."

"We love each other," William echoed tremulously, tears filling his eyes. I gently reached up to catch one of the crystal droplets before it fell. "They're happy tears, don't worry," he laughed self-deprecatingly, eyes downcast.

"That's alright then," I replied softly, my hands still cradling his face.

"I just never imagined… I've only ever dreamed about a moment like this. Of feeling so loved." His eyes met mine, brimming with naked emotion. "Truth be told, I… I never thought I would experience the privilege of being so loved, in all my life."

It was then my turn to choke back a sob. The thought of my leather-clad, heavily sarcastic, roguishly rebellious and fiercely protective 'Big Bad' vampire, with his poet's heart…

My William. My Spike…

The amount of times he'd told me he loved me, and I'd beat him down.

"It wouldn't be you, Spike. It would never be you…"

"You're in love with pain."

"You're beneath me."

"I'm using you! I can't love you…"

I realise now just how much he ached to be loved, to be accepted for who he was. To love with all the fervour of his being, and be loved in return.

God, we'd had sex an obscene amount of times, in an equally obscene number of ways. But no matter how hot, rough or downright kinky our sex was… I distinctly remembered Spike always wanting to hold me afterwards. I would always wake up to find that he'd still be holding me in his arms, even whilst I slept. He'd always be there to hold me. To catch me, to save me. Watching me with those adoring eyes, and that rare, genuine smile which would light up his face.

I love him. I love him then, and I love him now.

As much as I shouldn't, as much as I've been fighting against it all this time. As much as every fibre of my being tells me to run, to flee from his arms, I'm drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I push him away, yet can't stay away; I go back to him every damn time. And here I am, a century in the past, where he's so different, yet somehow the same, and yet again… I'm his. My mind screams out that it's wrong, that being with him contradicts everything I've worked for, all that I am. But my heart… I've been ignoring my heart for so many years, and now I finally hear the words echoing in its every beat: maybe this is who I am.

In some ways, Spike is the only one who truly accepts me for me.

And he deserves to finally be accepted too. More than anything, in both past and present, this man deserves my love.

"I want you to make love to me, William."

William's eyes were suddenly afraid. "Elizabeth, I - I don't wish to disappoint you, in any way. You know that I… I have never -"

"I know," I smiled. "And I promise, you have nothing to be nervous about. Remember what I said before; it's just you and me…"

Without another word, my hands returned to their slow descent to William's trousers, where his erection was still incredibly prominent. I could already feel heat pooling between my thighs. My eyes were hungry, and my hands were quivering with anticipation.

C'mon. It's been way too long since I've seen that pretty cock of his…

I began slowly unfastening his trousers. William was an innocent after all; I had to remember to take things slow. Well, at least a lot slower than Spike and I usually would…

Don't wanna give the poor guy a heart attack.

I slipped off his shoes and socks in quick succession, before removing his trousers completely. His jacket had already been discarded during our earlier make-out session, so next was the bow-tie which I languidly flung across the room, subsequently working on the buttons of his shirt. There was something so intimate about undressing William. He clearly thought so too; evident by the soft sighs which continuously spilled from his lips. Once his shirt and vest were off, I looked down, and almost burst out laughing at the sight of his underwear: long, white and hilariously frilly.

Maybe this is why Spike went commando most of the time; he must've been scarred for life…

Luckily, I managed to stifle my giggles, as I once again traced the outline of his rock-hard cock; I could already feel moisture gathering at the tip. I gazed at him admiringly; whilst he was slimmer and less solidly muscled than Spike, he still had the same pleasing breadth of shoulder tapering to narrow waist, and a compact, toned torso. Also, unlike Spike, there was a gorgeous sun-kissed hue to his otherwise pale skin. He was practically glowing. Effulgent, I thought fondly, as I continued to teasingly stroke his arousal through the thin material.

"You're beautiful, William."

William blushed. "Elizabeth, I… I want to see you," he panted, clearly already overcome by the nether location of my hand. With a seductive smile, I turned around so he could easily access my corset.

"May I?" he asked tremulously.

Ever the gentleman.

"Indeed you may."

He began to deftly undo the strings of my corset; as the bodice gradually loosened, I finally felt free. Free of the literal and metaphorical restrictions of both this time, and my own. Eventually, after shimmying out of my dress, swiftly followed by my undergarments, I stood boldly, entirely naked, in front of him. William's eyes looked ready to pop out of his head.

"My Elizabeth… you are a Goddess," he murmured, devouring me with his eyes. They were dilated to dark pools of midnight, edged by the slightest film of sapphire.

"I'm yours to touch, if you would like," I replied coyly, approaching the bed.

William didn't have to be told twice. He reached out tentatively to cup my breast, and my breath hitched at the contact.

I mean, it's been months - I'm beyond horny right now…

"So beautiful," he whispered. "Why, I could write pages of poetry about your left breast alone, Elizabeth."

"And what about the right?" I giggled, feeling my heart flutter at his impassioned, romantic words.

As if in answer, William instinctively took my breast in his mouth. I let out a small yelp, as his tongue began circling my nipple.

Oh… sweet… Lord…

His lips alternated their lavish attentions between both breasts, as my sighs transcended to soft moans, my fingers tangling in his honey-coloured curls. His hands wandered over my body; gentle, exploring. Eventually, I pulled away; he audibly moaned at the loss of my breast.

"William, I want to touch you…"

He shuddered slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "Please…" he croaked.

I pushed him down gently onto the bed. He took a sharp intake of breath, as I began to prise those ridiculous undergarments off, to reveal the beauty which I knew lay beneath. My own breath caught in my throat, as his colossal, precum-soaked cock sprung free.

Now, there's a sight for sore eyes…

It was just as big and beautiful as I remembered. I was instantly assaulted with images of that very cock slamming into me, filling me up almost to the point of pain, making me scream his name over and over again…

Without thinking, due to the impenetrable lust clouding my brain, I abruptly lent over and took him, in his entirety, in my mouth.

"Bloody hell!"

There it is - Spike's signature catchphrase. Knew it was lurking in there somewhere…

As my head continued to bob up and down on his cock, the noises William was making became even more guttural and animalistic, intermittently accompanied by a string of very un-William-like curses.

Spike, is that you?

I was very relieved, for his sake, that his bedroom was far from any other rooms in the house - and the walls weren't too thin.

Spike always loved it when I went down on him - almost as much as he revelled in going down on me. But this felt different… this was an act of love, of worshipping his body. Plus, it was William's first time; I wanted everything to be special for him. And given the inhuman noises he was making, I was smugly under the impression that it definitely was.

Poor baby's been repressed for so long… I'm gonna give him the best night of his human life.

As I stroked and licked and sucked, he grabbed greedy fistfuls of my hair, repeatedly calling my name in rough, ardent tones; his cultured, refined voice was suddenly layered with sex and sin. All social propriety and softly-spoken shyness was definitely way out the window at this point. And I fucking loved it. Seeing innocent, repressed William become so incredibly undone was making me wet - so very wet…

Spurred on by my own arousal, I increased my pace, and simultaneously cupped his balls, enjoying the familiar softness of the surrounding dark curls. I instantly felt his balls tighten against my touch; William's moans became even louder, more frenzied.

"Elizabeth! Oh… oh God."

As mouth and hand worked in tandem on his cock, my other hand, which had been fondling his balls, moved further back, to squeeze his perfect, peachy ass.

I couldn't resist… as I've always said to Spike, it's a damn juicy peach.

"Wait, no - Elizabeth, I… bloody hell, I think I'm going to -"

William tried to sit up, but I halted him with my eyes. Our eyes locked, my mouth still full of his cock. This erotic sight alone seemed to push him over the edge.

"Elizabeth… you need… to stop…." He protested weakly, between panting breaths, as he lay back down obediently. "My God, I'm… I'm…"

His climactic guttural roar almost sent me over the edge, as his cum spurted into my mouth, assaulting my tastebuds with its simultaneous saltiness and sweetness. He came solidly for a good ten seconds, and I swallowed greedily, before tenderly licking his softening member, lapping up every last pearly white drop with my tongue.

William lay there, gasping for breath. "Oh my god… oh… my… god. Thank you, Elizabeth."

Well, he's definitely the most polite recipient of a blowie I've ever encountered.

"You enjoyed that, Will?" I asked smugly, already knowing the answer. He watched, fascinated, as I wiped any remnant of his orgasm from my mouth.

"That was… my god… wow." He sat up, grinning like a cheshire cat. "That was even better than the way I've pictured it in novels!"

And that was possibly the most 'William' thing he's ever said…

"No way, William - you read naughty novels?"

"Romance novels," he corrected, his smile transforming into a flirtatious smirk. It's almost as if a single blowjob had made his shyness evaporate completely. Go Buffy!

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed my- ah!" My words were replaced by a sudden shriek, as William roughly grabbed me by the legs, and pulled me down to a laying position.

His voice was silky smooth. "And now, darling Elizabeth… it's your turn."

Oh god… Spike.

I closed my eyes, unable to suppress my moans as those large, sensuous hands paved a slow path up my inner thigh. My breath was a shallow flutter; his long, dexterous fingers gently skimmed over my sex.

William sucked in his breath. "So beautiful," he whispered, awe colouring each syllable. Slowly, he dipped an investigative finger deep into my wetness. I screamed.

He instantly recoiled away from me. "Elizabeth! Did I hurt you? Forgive me, I-"

With an affectionate, exasperated smile, I swiftly pulled him back into his previous position, nestled between my thighs. "Fun fact for ya, William… if I scream, it's good."

He flushed with pride. "Oh… I see. Duly noted. So, um… may I continue?"

"Please do," I breathed, lying back and closing my eyes again. I felt my back instinctively arch, as I was suddenly overcome by another wave of intense pleasure; William's exploratory finger plunged back inside me. I bit back another scream, as this sensation was paired by the warm wetness of his tongue - oh god, his tongue - which was deliciously flicking against my clit.

Looks like Spike's prowess as a lover was a God-given talent…

"William…" My voice was reduced to a breathy rasp. He was now fucking me with two fingers, at a teasingly, sensually slow pace. I let out a soft whimper as this pace gradually quickened, and his tongue was doing unspeakable things in tandem.

"William… please," I begged. I was already getting close… prematurely so. This was undeniably due to the erotic combination of his hands and mouth on me, bestowing blissful waves of pleasure, in addition to how darn long it had been… and the irresistible fact that, once again, it was him. Feeling him inside me would undoubtedly be my undoing. "Make love to me, William. Please… I need you."

William rose reluctantly from his new-found haven, his ocean eyes burning into mine. Fluidly, he positioned himself astride me, with his tanned, toned arms bracing the bed either side. Tenderly, he pushed a stray tendril of hair out of my face, and nuzzled his nose against mine. We shared a few languid, drugging kisses; William elicited another moan from me as he bit down gently on my lower lip. He pulled away, looking deep into my eyes. I could feel his cock - already hard again - rubbing tantalisingly against my thigh.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

"I've never been so sure of anything in my entire life," I told him truthfully, caressing his face for what felt like the hundredth time. I couldn't not; those cheekbones… those eyes… that smile….

My love. My Spike.

"I love you with all my heart, Elizabeth."

"I love you too, William - with all of mine."

I heard him take a deep, momentous breath. He took his beautiful cock in his trembling hands, and I placed a soothing kiss to his lips. I could feel him poised, teasing, at my entrance, and I placed my own guiding hand atop of his. Slowly… achingly… and holy-fucking-yes, he was inside me. William gasped, and I let out a low, reverberating moan. I felt myself tighten around him, readjusting to his size. It had been months, after all, since I'd been deliciously penetrated by this very cock. And I welcomed it back with open arms… God, I'd missed him.

I gave William a few moments to catch his breath and bearings, to adjust to me - and this incomparable new sensation which he'd never experienced before. There was something so romantic, yet also so erotic about being his first. It wasn't long before my willpower crumbled, and I eagerly thrust my hips upwards to meet his. William let out a long, loud groan. He began to move, tentatively at first, thrusting in and out of my soaking wet folds; each thrust eliciting a fresh squeal or sigh from me. Soon, we found a mutual rhythm: unbeknownst to William, our bodies were destined for this instinctive, sensual dance - it was ours. His lips met mine with urgency; my hands tangled in his hair. After a few blissful minutes, he instinctively lifted my right leg up onto his shoulder, and began fucking me deeply at this new, yet achingly familiar angle. Once again, I screamed - his name like a prayer on my lips. And yet, despite the waves of pleasure which continually crashed over me, this wasn't merely fucking. His hands worshipped my body, yet also lovingly caressed my face. He cursed and cried my name, yet gazed meaningfully into my eyes, into my soul.

The look of love.

We were two lost souls connecting, existing as one. We were loving each other. It felt just as fucking good as before, but it was so much more than that. It felt… transcendent. For the first time, Spike and I…. William and I, we were making love.

I was already getting increasingly close, and although William was holding out pretty well for his first time, I knew this wouldn't last anywhere near as long as mine and Spike's marathon-style sex. I hungrily reached down to grasp the firm, meaty curve of his buttocks. As if in response, he roughly squeezed my breast, circling my nipple with his thumb, before his fingers descended to massage my clit, whilst his engorged cock thrust in and out, in and out. This was my utter undoing: I saw stars as I came hard, my entire body engulfed by the sheer magnitude of my orgasm.

I forgot how fucking incredible he makes me feel…

My hands were still firmly on his ass, nails digging in delightedly, while my legs wrapped tightly around his torso. The crescendo of my orgasm was reflected by the ecstatic crescendo of my vocal chords (definitely reckon I hit a soprano top C - hey, I'm an Opera nerd now), which seemed to spur William on; his thrusts quickened in pace, and he was soon 'slamming into me', à la my earlier fantasies. He kissed me fiercely, and I found myself approaching the sweetness of climax yet again. One of my hands resumed its favourite position: grabbing fistfuls of his unruly curls, whilst the other lay dormant on the bed, my fingers entwined with his. He clutched my hand tighter, and I wrapped my legs around him even tighter, as he softly called my name.

"Elizabeth… my sweet Elizabeth… how I love you," he breathed, each tender phrase contrastingly interspersed with masculine grunts and growls.

He's so close…

"Hell, I'm going to…. oh God, Elizabeth - I'm going to…."

"Let go," I whispered in his ear. "Let go for me, my love."

His climax was sudden, explosive and strikingly beautiful; my name spilled from his lips, almost sounding like a sob, and he clasped my hand tightly as he collapsed on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I relished the feeling of his cum erupting inside me, as my own orgasm encompassed me like warm torrential rain.

As the next few minutes passed, in our aftermath, we continued to lay like this: limbs entwined, hands clasped tightly together, me stroking his hair as he slowly softened inside me. Eventually, he looked up at me, his face breaking into a radiant smile. He was beautiful. His thumb traced the curve of my bottom lip.

"I love you so, Miss. Summers."