TITLE: Burgandy

AUTHOR: Ben Is Glory

RATING: PG-13

PAIRING: B/S

DISCLAIMER: Joss, CoRo. You know the drill.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Bwahaha! Sex scene! Well, not really, because PG13 and all, but still, whatever :P Not much to say. Actually nothing. For Anna Mooray, because this is *her* story, heh.

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"I've tried… to get to you… forever… oh, bloody hell," William managed to pant in between the barrage of affection Buffy was sending his way. "Buffy," he said as he put his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her away. "Slow down, pet. I'm not going anywhere."

Newly forming tears shone in her eyes, and she turned her gaze away from him. "Love, what happened?" he asked again.

She looked back up at him, and for a second he thought she would let her guard down. He was wrong. "It doesn't matter," she told him as she began to push off his tee. He let her set the pace, afraid of whatever was obviously causing her so much pain.

Buffy began to undress herself now, and Will led her to his room. He softly brushed kisses down her collarbone as she undid her bra. She shoved down her skirt and crept into his bed. He stood next to it wearing only his boxers and a smile, carefully studying the goddess that was waiting for him. After a minute, he joined her under the covers, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. A kiss that tasted like truth.

"Are you sure about this, love?" he questioned, a twinge of excitement and anxiety lingered in his voice. Her hands were everywhere, and it was driving him crazy.

She looked deeply into his eyes and declared, "Absolutely."

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Will awoke to the sounds of a softly crying girl. As he slipped back into consciousness, he remembered everything about the night before. Buffy had come to him, and they had made love. Everything was perfect and beautiful. Cuddled together, they fell asleep thinking of each other. Naturally, when he woke up to find the same girl alone on the other side of the bed crying, he knew something was not right. He quickly looked at his alarm clock. Three in the morning.

Carefully, Will edged his way over to Buffy. When he was just behind her, he curled an arm across her waist and lovingly stroked her arm. "Darling, what's wrong?" he whispered to her.

Buffy snaked one of her arms up to her face to wipe away the tears. "Nothing. I'm fine," she claimed.

Will wasn't buying it, and he slowly turned her body towards him. "It's all right, love. You can tell me. You need to tell me. Keeping something like this bottled up isn't good for you." She refused to look at him. "Please tell me what's going on, Buffy. I can't stand to see you this way."

She suddenly got very angry. Rage boiled inside her until she couldn't take it any longer. "You want to know what's wrong? She died, William. She died," Buffy screamed.

Taken aback, he asked, "Who? Who died?"

"My mom! She was back in California dying, and I was here with you! And no one did anything about it! I should've been there. I should have been there," she sobbed, collapsing into a fit of tears.

"Shh, baby. I'm here." He enveloped her body with his and pulled her close. He rubbed her back to soothe her and let her cry it out. He knew that was all he could do. Will whispered loving words into her ear until she finally fell asleep.

Unable to slumber, Will lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling, trying to comprehend the situation. You stupid git, he thought. How did you not figure it out? God… what the hell could she be thinking? What is she going through? A part of him was hurt. Buffy hadn't trusted him enough to tell him earlier. Maybe it wasn't that, he tried to convince himself, but he couldn't help but wonder why she was only telling him now. What she said kept repeating in his mind: "She was back in California dying, and I was here with you!" A twinge of guilt hit him hard in his gut. He got the strong urge to call his own mum, but fought it, knowing he couldn't leave Buffy. Hesitantly, he closed his eyes and rested until morning.

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Around sunrise, Will felt Buffy stir. He opened one eye and watched her roll over to face him. "Morning, ducks," he said. "How are you feeling?"

She let out a little sigh and looked up at him. "Okay, I guess," she told him. Catching his concerned look, she added, "Better."

He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "How about some breakfast? Coffee?"

"You don't drink coffee. Un-mixy things, remember?"

This merited a smile. "True, I would have to run out and get some, but that wouldn't be the end of the world." Will stood and pulled on some pants. Buffy sat up, abruptly feeling sick to her stomach. She desperately clung the bed sheet to her body, feeling very naked. He took no notice. "Give me fifteen minutes? I'll be right back," he called as he swept out of the apartment.

Will walked down the stairs to the first floor and out into the early morning sunshine. His mood had completely changed in the past few hours, knowing he had to be strong for Buffy. His girl. He strolled quickly to the nearest coffee shop, eager to get back home. While ordering, he got another idea.

Shoving money at the waitress, Will grabbed the two tall cups of coffee and headed back. He spotted a small vendor on a street corner with a small selection of flowers, and picked three daffodils that reminded him of Buffy. The man who owned the kiosk put them in a small glass vase as Will paid. "Nice choice," he commented. "They for someone special?"

"If you only knew." Will thanked the man and returned on his way, carrying the coffee in one hand and the flowers in the other. He had an interesting time getting into his building and up to his apartment, trying desperately not to drop anything. Amazingly, he had been able to get back into his apartment with all belongings intact. There was only one problem: Buffy was gone.

-TBC-

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A/n: Dum dum duuuuummmm… hee. Hope you enjoyed! So what are you waiting for? Go review! Also? More updates soon, because… well, yay spring break!