Why Parents Don't Get It
Disclaimer- No. A simple no, and if I said yes...I wouldn't be here writting stories..
Rating- R...This chappy has a bit of naughtiness...BEWARE...IM SERIOUS THIS IS DEFINATELY NOT FOR THE LITTLE ONES! hehe...for those of you that are old enough...go ahead..
Chappy 5-
(2 weeks later)
Giles sat patiently, as he waited for Joyce to arrive with the coffee. She entered the room shortly, with a tray of coffee and some cracker.
" Sorry for the wait," She explained, putting the tray on the coffee table. " Ah, no problem at all," Giles said, grabbing his coffee from the table.
" Okay, if you've noticed, Mr. Giles, that My daughter and your son, obviously, have something that they aren't wanting to tell us." She explained, taking a sip of her coffee and he nodded.
" Yes, I am aware of that., personally I think they are either just muturing or they are avoiding something between them."
" Yes, it can be one of those, but we have to do something about this. Everythings getting out of control..." She frowned at the memory of last weeks little scene.
William came over the house, asking to see Buffy. He was healing quickly, and he was able to walk without hurting his rib.
Joyce told him she was upstairs, and that she was on the phone with Angel, seeing how good he was doing. William muttered something about ' how the hell can he talk with a broken bloody jaw' and disappeared upstairs.
Five minutes later, Buffy was screaming get out, and William limping fast down the stairs, smirking. Joyce gave him a questioning look, but he smiled and left.
" Well, we have to do something to get them to stop this," Giles said, determined.
The nodded, and started forming at plot to stop this madness between the two.
***
( 4 weeks later)
" He didn't do that?!," Willow exclaimed, loudly. They were sitting in the food court at the mall, drinking some milkshakes.
" Yes, he did. He came in, picked up my cordless phone, and moaned loudly saying my name. Angel was like ' whos that? Buffy what are you doing '. I had to hang up and chase William around my room, till he ran--well, limped-- down stairs."
Willow bursted out and giggles. Buffy told her it wasn't funny, but the started giggling with her as well. After they finished, the both cleared their throats, " Come on, Wills. We got half a mall to see still." They finished their milkshakes, and went to rome the rest of the mall.
As they walked past a series of stores, they heard some commotion going on behind them. They both turned to see what was happening, and saw William and a couple of his friends, standing in front of a big group of kids. Likely, to be Angel's friends.
" Look, mate, no hard feelings towards peaches. I punched him assuming--" The puertorican kid cut him off. " Yeah, well, look amigo, I'm assuming were going to kick your ass." William rolled his eyes, and stood his ground.
The leader, a brown headed boy, tall and muscular, stepped up to William. Buffy knew who it was, Riley Finn. Captain of the football team, mostly everybody was afraid of him, and his bad temper, besides Angel.
William kept his eyes locked on Riley, not bugding. Riley was taller than him, much taller than, and looking down, " So, you say that you accidently hit him?," He asked, his voice low and dangerous.
William smirked, " Not exactly...," He dodge the deadly punch heade for his face and stepped back laughing, " Ah, ah, Cro-magnum man," Riley glared at him, then ordered his gang to back up, William's friends doing the same.
Riley struck first, throwing a right, and missing. William countered and nailed him with a left to the eye.
Willow and Buffy stared, shocked at what was happening. Down in the distance, Buffy was the sercurity guard coming their way.
Riley hit him in the stomach multible times, till William swung his right, widly, connecting with his cheek. He staggered back, blinking away his blurry vision. William lunged at him, spearing him to the hard tile. He unleashed a series of blows to his mid-section and his face.
William felt a hand pulling on his shoulders, he turned to swing, but stopped himself, cause it was Buffy. He looked at her, and rose his eyebrow. She nodded her head towards the coming sercurity guard and he stood up. He looked down at Riley, then turned back to Buffy.
" Come on, If you don't want your mum to kill you, lets go." He grabbed her arm, and Buffy waved over Willow. Willow ran over to them, trailing behind, " Hey, we were going to JCpennys!" She complained. She heard him chuckle, and pouted.
When they reached the exit he asked, " Where's the car, ducks?," Buffy pointed to her moms SUV. William told them to hurry and got in the car.
When they were on the road, Buffy stated, " I suddenly feel like I'm americas most wanted." She hit a sharp turn, making sure no police saw that.
" That you are, pet." William said, waggling his eyebrows. Buffy slapped him hard on the arm. Willow looked at this and smiled, then coughed, ' No attraction there'
Both of them glared at her , and she innocently said, " Damn throat, Always tickling...,"
***
Buffy opened the door to her house quietly, with William right behind her. It was late, and his father had gone somewhere, so he decided to stay with Buffy and they dropped Willow off at her house.
" I think my mom went out too, keep calling in at your house to see if your dad's home," She took off her jacket, " you can stay on the couch, don't go rummaging through the fridge, and if you hear my mom come in the driveway hide."
" Why?," He asked, sitting down on the couch. " Because usaully if my mom's not home, she doesn't want anyone in the house, not even if she knows you." He nodded, and laid back on the couch. Buffy went upstairs, looked in Dawn's room and saw she was asleep. She closed Dawn's door, then changed into her PJ's. She grabbed Mr. gordo, her stuffed pig, and crawled in bed. Minutes later, falling to sleep.
Downstairs, William got some cookies and watched some tv. About fifteen minutes later, he heard a car pulling up in the driveway, and a light flash across the wall.
* Shit.* He put the ate the last cookie, turned the tv off, and bolted upstairs. He was going to hide in the closet, but there was too much junk in there. He had no choice to hide inside Buffy's room.
He tried being quiet, but the second he entered he hit the nightstand, and Buffy jumped up out of bed. She saw him and fumed, " Will, what the hell are you doing?!," She whispered loudly and annoyed. " your mum is here," He whispered back. Her eyes widened, " Shit, hide in my closet, mom always checks on me at night, GO!," She commanded, pushing him in.
Buffy jumped back in bed, pulling the covers over her body, and closing her eyes. The second she did that her mother opened the door to check on her. Joyce walked in and place a kiss on her forehead, then headed to Dawn's room. Buffy got up, crept to the door, and shut it.
She went over to the closet and opened the door. He stumbled out, falling into her. Buffy pushed him off, and he regained his balance.
" Quick thinking, luv." He said, sitting on her bed. buffy threw an evil glare, and sat beside him. " Go home." She ordered.
" Can't, no one's home, called about ten minutes ago." He lied. He hadn't called--He was too busy rummaging the fridge--. Buffy gave a frustrated groan," Fine, I'll put some blankets on the side of my bed, but be up early tommorrow, cause if mom comes in and your sleeping on the floor besides me.." She faked like she sliced her neck, and he nodded.
***
( 2:30 a.m)
William had a bad case of insomniac. He'd got about an hour of sleep, then woke up, not getting back to sleep.
He propped up on his elbows and looked over the bed. He smiled when he saw Buffy, clutching her pig tightly. He sat up, and brushed a stand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She had a faint smile on her lips and inhaled deep.
He wanted nothing more right now than to kiss her, feel those soft lips on his again, but he figured, after what he did to Angel, she still hated him.
His eyes roamed down her body, and she only had the blanket around her waist, so her legs were again, free to see. He stiffled a groan as he felt his pant become tight. He shifted himself to get comfortable. Damn, She was beautful. Even when she was pissed, she was a beauty.
He pulled his jeans off and tossed them to the side, his hand trailing down his torso. He lifted his shirt up to his chest, and freed himself between the split in the boxers. With his left hand and started running his fingers up and down his length.
In his mind's eye he had the Buffy pressed up against the wall of the hallway, top shredded open to reveal bare breasts, and the grinding of his hips into hers was forcing her little skirt to ride up even higher.
Although, he was too lost in the fantasy to realize it, His hips had begun a rhythmic twitching motion in time with his motions in his head.His dream- Buffy eyes were closed and she was moving slightly in rhythm with him, making him even harder. Her nipples tightened into sharp points and, glassy- eyed, she began pulling and tearing at his shirt. He could almost hear the breathy little gasp escape her when her hands reached his skin...
He and his dream-Buffy were both naked now, and he brought one hand down to squeeze hard at the base of his erection, to keep from going over the edge at the vision he'd conjured.
Both his hands grasped his cock firmly at the head and shoved down as his hips thrust up hard. He imagined the breath exploding out of Buffy's body when his cock forced its way up her in one long hard stroke, stretching and probing at her inner walls, and he groaned from deep in his chest.
Then his hands began their stroking rhythm again in earnest, picturing her gasping and writhing arrhythmically around and against him as he moved inside her.
***
" Buffy..." She awoke to her name being whispered. She rolled over, and then heard her name again, but as a groan. Her eyes widened.
William.
* He isn't doing * that* is he...no he wouldn't..*
She heard him moan. * He is! Oh My GOD!* Buffy kept her eyes shut, then she quickly glanced over.
* He is doing *THAT*...thinking about me...my god, he's huge!...whoa...Bad Buffy..* She tried ignoring the sounds he was issuing, but she couldn't. She was thinking to have him thrust into her the way he was-- * STOP NOW* she scolded.
***
He was completely lost in the erotic images that his mind has displayed, that his body was on autoilot, and the fantasy in his head had taken on a life of its won.
His Dream-Buffy had found his rhythm and was using her legs, locked around his waist, to guide him in and out of her. All kinds of sounds were emanating from them; groans, growls, gasps, and moans. Her hands flew all over, clutching him at the shoulders, and moving over his back. He felt himself pulse heavily at the imaginary touches.
His breathing had grown ragged, and his hips were starting to fight the stroking rhythm of his hands, desperate for more sensation. He tightened his grip around himself and let out a stragled gasp of her name. His head feel back, and his eyes closed, as his one in a million Buffy fantisies convulsed in the first throes of her orgasm, a scream at the back of her throat begging to be let go. He thrust up convusively once, then twice more, groaning low in pleasure. Creamy, thick liquid shot from quiet spurts onto his belly. He sighed loudly, and sagged limply, then grabbed the box of tissues.
***
She heard his breath become ragged and quicken, then he moaned her name once more. A moment later, his breath became normal again, and he sighed loudly. She saw his hand come up and grab the box of tissues at her side.
Buffy now couldn't sleep. Seeing that was something she didn't want to see...or atleast she thought. She was supposed to be revolted, grossed out, but no, she probably melted into a damn puddle looking at him for that one second. His shirt up, that well-defined six pack quivering, his hips moving up in down, in rhythm, as if he were thrusting , his shaft jutting through the split in his boxers, stroking fast. Buffy shook the image out her head
* I'm sounding like a damn poet...a naughty poet...that's bad..Bad Buffy...*
***
William threw the tissues away, then closed his eyes, a content smile on his face, and fell asleep, thinking about the blonde goddess on the bed above him.
***
TBC
Okay...it was a lot of naughtiness...I lied... and If you were shocked...next time read the begining...not just scroll to the story! So, what does Giles and Joyce have in stored for us now?. How will Buffy react when she sees Will in the morning...hehehe..Tune in next time for Why Parents Don't Get It!
Disclaimer- No. A simple no, and if I said yes...I wouldn't be here writting stories..
Rating- R...This chappy has a bit of naughtiness...BEWARE...IM SERIOUS THIS IS DEFINATELY NOT FOR THE LITTLE ONES! hehe...for those of you that are old enough...go ahead..
Chappy 5-
(2 weeks later)
Giles sat patiently, as he waited for Joyce to arrive with the coffee. She entered the room shortly, with a tray of coffee and some cracker.
" Sorry for the wait," She explained, putting the tray on the coffee table. " Ah, no problem at all," Giles said, grabbing his coffee from the table.
" Okay, if you've noticed, Mr. Giles, that My daughter and your son, obviously, have something that they aren't wanting to tell us." She explained, taking a sip of her coffee and he nodded.
" Yes, I am aware of that., personally I think they are either just muturing or they are avoiding something between them."
" Yes, it can be one of those, but we have to do something about this. Everythings getting out of control..." She frowned at the memory of last weeks little scene.
William came over the house, asking to see Buffy. He was healing quickly, and he was able to walk without hurting his rib.
Joyce told him she was upstairs, and that she was on the phone with Angel, seeing how good he was doing. William muttered something about ' how the hell can he talk with a broken bloody jaw' and disappeared upstairs.
Five minutes later, Buffy was screaming get out, and William limping fast down the stairs, smirking. Joyce gave him a questioning look, but he smiled and left.
" Well, we have to do something to get them to stop this," Giles said, determined.
The nodded, and started forming at plot to stop this madness between the two.
***
( 4 weeks later)
" He didn't do that?!," Willow exclaimed, loudly. They were sitting in the food court at the mall, drinking some milkshakes.
" Yes, he did. He came in, picked up my cordless phone, and moaned loudly saying my name. Angel was like ' whos that? Buffy what are you doing '. I had to hang up and chase William around my room, till he ran--well, limped-- down stairs."
Willow bursted out and giggles. Buffy told her it wasn't funny, but the started giggling with her as well. After they finished, the both cleared their throats, " Come on, Wills. We got half a mall to see still." They finished their milkshakes, and went to rome the rest of the mall.
As they walked past a series of stores, they heard some commotion going on behind them. They both turned to see what was happening, and saw William and a couple of his friends, standing in front of a big group of kids. Likely, to be Angel's friends.
" Look, mate, no hard feelings towards peaches. I punched him assuming--" The puertorican kid cut him off. " Yeah, well, look amigo, I'm assuming were going to kick your ass." William rolled his eyes, and stood his ground.
The leader, a brown headed boy, tall and muscular, stepped up to William. Buffy knew who it was, Riley Finn. Captain of the football team, mostly everybody was afraid of him, and his bad temper, besides Angel.
William kept his eyes locked on Riley, not bugding. Riley was taller than him, much taller than, and looking down, " So, you say that you accidently hit him?," He asked, his voice low and dangerous.
William smirked, " Not exactly...," He dodge the deadly punch heade for his face and stepped back laughing, " Ah, ah, Cro-magnum man," Riley glared at him, then ordered his gang to back up, William's friends doing the same.
Riley struck first, throwing a right, and missing. William countered and nailed him with a left to the eye.
Willow and Buffy stared, shocked at what was happening. Down in the distance, Buffy was the sercurity guard coming their way.
Riley hit him in the stomach multible times, till William swung his right, widly, connecting with his cheek. He staggered back, blinking away his blurry vision. William lunged at him, spearing him to the hard tile. He unleashed a series of blows to his mid-section and his face.
William felt a hand pulling on his shoulders, he turned to swing, but stopped himself, cause it was Buffy. He looked at her, and rose his eyebrow. She nodded her head towards the coming sercurity guard and he stood up. He looked down at Riley, then turned back to Buffy.
" Come on, If you don't want your mum to kill you, lets go." He grabbed her arm, and Buffy waved over Willow. Willow ran over to them, trailing behind, " Hey, we were going to JCpennys!" She complained. She heard him chuckle, and pouted.
When they reached the exit he asked, " Where's the car, ducks?," Buffy pointed to her moms SUV. William told them to hurry and got in the car.
When they were on the road, Buffy stated, " I suddenly feel like I'm americas most wanted." She hit a sharp turn, making sure no police saw that.
" That you are, pet." William said, waggling his eyebrows. Buffy slapped him hard on the arm. Willow looked at this and smiled, then coughed, ' No attraction there'
Both of them glared at her , and she innocently said, " Damn throat, Always tickling...,"
***
Buffy opened the door to her house quietly, with William right behind her. It was late, and his father had gone somewhere, so he decided to stay with Buffy and they dropped Willow off at her house.
" I think my mom went out too, keep calling in at your house to see if your dad's home," She took off her jacket, " you can stay on the couch, don't go rummaging through the fridge, and if you hear my mom come in the driveway hide."
" Why?," He asked, sitting down on the couch. " Because usaully if my mom's not home, she doesn't want anyone in the house, not even if she knows you." He nodded, and laid back on the couch. Buffy went upstairs, looked in Dawn's room and saw she was asleep. She closed Dawn's door, then changed into her PJ's. She grabbed Mr. gordo, her stuffed pig, and crawled in bed. Minutes later, falling to sleep.
Downstairs, William got some cookies and watched some tv. About fifteen minutes later, he heard a car pulling up in the driveway, and a light flash across the wall.
* Shit.* He put the ate the last cookie, turned the tv off, and bolted upstairs. He was going to hide in the closet, but there was too much junk in there. He had no choice to hide inside Buffy's room.
He tried being quiet, but the second he entered he hit the nightstand, and Buffy jumped up out of bed. She saw him and fumed, " Will, what the hell are you doing?!," She whispered loudly and annoyed. " your mum is here," He whispered back. Her eyes widened, " Shit, hide in my closet, mom always checks on me at night, GO!," She commanded, pushing him in.
Buffy jumped back in bed, pulling the covers over her body, and closing her eyes. The second she did that her mother opened the door to check on her. Joyce walked in and place a kiss on her forehead, then headed to Dawn's room. Buffy got up, crept to the door, and shut it.
She went over to the closet and opened the door. He stumbled out, falling into her. Buffy pushed him off, and he regained his balance.
" Quick thinking, luv." He said, sitting on her bed. buffy threw an evil glare, and sat beside him. " Go home." She ordered.
" Can't, no one's home, called about ten minutes ago." He lied. He hadn't called--He was too busy rummaging the fridge--. Buffy gave a frustrated groan," Fine, I'll put some blankets on the side of my bed, but be up early tommorrow, cause if mom comes in and your sleeping on the floor besides me.." She faked like she sliced her neck, and he nodded.
***
( 2:30 a.m)
William had a bad case of insomniac. He'd got about an hour of sleep, then woke up, not getting back to sleep.
He propped up on his elbows and looked over the bed. He smiled when he saw Buffy, clutching her pig tightly. He sat up, and brushed a stand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She had a faint smile on her lips and inhaled deep.
He wanted nothing more right now than to kiss her, feel those soft lips on his again, but he figured, after what he did to Angel, she still hated him.
His eyes roamed down her body, and she only had the blanket around her waist, so her legs were again, free to see. He stiffled a groan as he felt his pant become tight. He shifted himself to get comfortable. Damn, She was beautful. Even when she was pissed, she was a beauty.
He pulled his jeans off and tossed them to the side, his hand trailing down his torso. He lifted his shirt up to his chest, and freed himself between the split in the boxers. With his left hand and started running his fingers up and down his length.
In his mind's eye he had the Buffy pressed up against the wall of the hallway, top shredded open to reveal bare breasts, and the grinding of his hips into hers was forcing her little skirt to ride up even higher.
Although, he was too lost in the fantasy to realize it, His hips had begun a rhythmic twitching motion in time with his motions in his head.His dream- Buffy eyes were closed and she was moving slightly in rhythm with him, making him even harder. Her nipples tightened into sharp points and, glassy- eyed, she began pulling and tearing at his shirt. He could almost hear the breathy little gasp escape her when her hands reached his skin...
He and his dream-Buffy were both naked now, and he brought one hand down to squeeze hard at the base of his erection, to keep from going over the edge at the vision he'd conjured.
Both his hands grasped his cock firmly at the head and shoved down as his hips thrust up hard. He imagined the breath exploding out of Buffy's body when his cock forced its way up her in one long hard stroke, stretching and probing at her inner walls, and he groaned from deep in his chest.
Then his hands began their stroking rhythm again in earnest, picturing her gasping and writhing arrhythmically around and against him as he moved inside her.
***
" Buffy..." She awoke to her name being whispered. She rolled over, and then heard her name again, but as a groan. Her eyes widened.
William.
* He isn't doing * that* is he...no he wouldn't..*
She heard him moan. * He is! Oh My GOD!* Buffy kept her eyes shut, then she quickly glanced over.
* He is doing *THAT*...thinking about me...my god, he's huge!...whoa...Bad Buffy..* She tried ignoring the sounds he was issuing, but she couldn't. She was thinking to have him thrust into her the way he was-- * STOP NOW* she scolded.
***
He was completely lost in the erotic images that his mind has displayed, that his body was on autoilot, and the fantasy in his head had taken on a life of its won.
His Dream-Buffy had found his rhythm and was using her legs, locked around his waist, to guide him in and out of her. All kinds of sounds were emanating from them; groans, growls, gasps, and moans. Her hands flew all over, clutching him at the shoulders, and moving over his back. He felt himself pulse heavily at the imaginary touches.
His breathing had grown ragged, and his hips were starting to fight the stroking rhythm of his hands, desperate for more sensation. He tightened his grip around himself and let out a stragled gasp of her name. His head feel back, and his eyes closed, as his one in a million Buffy fantisies convulsed in the first throes of her orgasm, a scream at the back of her throat begging to be let go. He thrust up convusively once, then twice more, groaning low in pleasure. Creamy, thick liquid shot from quiet spurts onto his belly. He sighed loudly, and sagged limply, then grabbed the box of tissues.
***
She heard his breath become ragged and quicken, then he moaned her name once more. A moment later, his breath became normal again, and he sighed loudly. She saw his hand come up and grab the box of tissues at her side.
Buffy now couldn't sleep. Seeing that was something she didn't want to see...or atleast she thought. She was supposed to be revolted, grossed out, but no, she probably melted into a damn puddle looking at him for that one second. His shirt up, that well-defined six pack quivering, his hips moving up in down, in rhythm, as if he were thrusting , his shaft jutting through the split in his boxers, stroking fast. Buffy shook the image out her head
* I'm sounding like a damn poet...a naughty poet...that's bad..Bad Buffy...*
***
William threw the tissues away, then closed his eyes, a content smile on his face, and fell asleep, thinking about the blonde goddess on the bed above him.
***
TBC
Okay...it was a lot of naughtiness...I lied... and If you were shocked...next time read the begining...not just scroll to the story! So, what does Giles and Joyce have in stored for us now?. How will Buffy react when she sees Will in the morning...hehehe..Tune in next time for Why Parents Don't Get It!