{THX for the ideas and suggestions, except for one-this will NEVER be a NC-
17 story! Gosh, I'm only 13!}
Buffy stared in horror at William, who was absentmindedly looking at a woman whom Buffy was sure was Cecily. His lips moved slowly, as if he was screaming his love in his brilliant mind. Cecily didn't notice him at first, but as she turned from one of the other guests, she saw and gave him a confused look. William immediately looked away, embarrassed that he had been seen. Buffy chose that moment to collect her thoughts and walked to him. When she reached him, William stood up in a gentlemanly manner.
"Hello Miss. May I be of service to you?" William's accent only vaguely resembled Spike's sharp boast of past life.
"Yes, I was wondering, I had heard that you are a poet. I wish to see some of your work, if you please?" Buffy put on a fake accent that she hoped would fool him into thinking she was a native to this land and time so foreign to her.
"Well, I. Well you seeā¦. I'm not very good and I have none to show you. I did not bring any of my work with me. Why do you ask, Miss?" William gave Buffy a confused look.
"Umm, my father is a publisher and is looking for new talent. I help him any way I can. If you don't have any with you, could you possibly write some now?" Buffy saw where this was going. If she could get him to work on his poetry, then her work was done faster than she thought it would take.
"Very well. I happen to have some paper and a pen." With that William pulled out of his coat pocket a feather pen and a sheet of parchment. "Drat all." William muttered. "Miss would you be so kind as to get me some ink?"
"Yes of course. I'll be right back." Buffy stood up and walked over to Elizabeth and gently tapped her on the shoulder.
"Yes? Ahh!! Liana! How do you like the party?" Elizabeth seemed happy for some youthful company.
"I love it so far," Buffy lied. "Would you happen to have some ink?" Buffy felt bad for not spending more time with Elizabeth.
"Yes, of course! Right over there on that table. Why do you need it?"
"William is going to write some poetry for me. My father is a publisher and is looking for new talent." Buffy hoped that was a good thing to say. It was fine when she was telling William, for he would soon be Spike, but to other people? That seemed risky.
"Well, you be sure to tell him that we wish to hear his poetry, also. Have fun!" Elizabeth turned her attention to the other guests and Buffy walked back o the on looking William.
"Here we go! Why don't you keep writing, while I mingle. Is that all right?" Buffy hoped it was. Instead of mingling, was going to leave the party.
"Yes of course. Have fun." William was already to far into his work to properly listen. With him doing that. Buffy walked out of the party and into the ally where Spike was waiting for her report.
Buffy stared in horror at William, who was absentmindedly looking at a woman whom Buffy was sure was Cecily. His lips moved slowly, as if he was screaming his love in his brilliant mind. Cecily didn't notice him at first, but as she turned from one of the other guests, she saw and gave him a confused look. William immediately looked away, embarrassed that he had been seen. Buffy chose that moment to collect her thoughts and walked to him. When she reached him, William stood up in a gentlemanly manner.
"Hello Miss. May I be of service to you?" William's accent only vaguely resembled Spike's sharp boast of past life.
"Yes, I was wondering, I had heard that you are a poet. I wish to see some of your work, if you please?" Buffy put on a fake accent that she hoped would fool him into thinking she was a native to this land and time so foreign to her.
"Well, I. Well you seeā¦. I'm not very good and I have none to show you. I did not bring any of my work with me. Why do you ask, Miss?" William gave Buffy a confused look.
"Umm, my father is a publisher and is looking for new talent. I help him any way I can. If you don't have any with you, could you possibly write some now?" Buffy saw where this was going. If she could get him to work on his poetry, then her work was done faster than she thought it would take.
"Very well. I happen to have some paper and a pen." With that William pulled out of his coat pocket a feather pen and a sheet of parchment. "Drat all." William muttered. "Miss would you be so kind as to get me some ink?"
"Yes of course. I'll be right back." Buffy stood up and walked over to Elizabeth and gently tapped her on the shoulder.
"Yes? Ahh!! Liana! How do you like the party?" Elizabeth seemed happy for some youthful company.
"I love it so far," Buffy lied. "Would you happen to have some ink?" Buffy felt bad for not spending more time with Elizabeth.
"Yes, of course! Right over there on that table. Why do you need it?"
"William is going to write some poetry for me. My father is a publisher and is looking for new talent." Buffy hoped that was a good thing to say. It was fine when she was telling William, for he would soon be Spike, but to other people? That seemed risky.
"Well, you be sure to tell him that we wish to hear his poetry, also. Have fun!" Elizabeth turned her attention to the other guests and Buffy walked back o the on looking William.
"Here we go! Why don't you keep writing, while I mingle. Is that all right?" Buffy hoped it was. Instead of mingling, was going to leave the party.
"Yes of course. Have fun." William was already to far into his work to properly listen. With him doing that. Buffy walked out of the party and into the ally where Spike was waiting for her report.
