Chapter 14

Buffy sat down with her bowl of cinnamon toast crunch, and looked out the window. It was raining, again. Had been for days, actually. She knew that eventually, the weather would cause her to snap into bitchy Buffy mode, but for now, she could be content in knowing that she had the morning off, and wouldn't have to venture into work until much later.

Will was due from work soon, and she already had his bowl of cereal and his coffee set out and waiting. All it needed was the cream for the coffee and the milk for the cereal. A wisp of hair fell into Buffy's face, and she groggily pushed it back, and tucked it behind her ear. Buffy wondered for the fifth time that morning, just why she was getting up so early for breakfast.

As she wondered, she saw Will pull up in his newly fixed car, and she knew the reason why. He pushed the rain off his bleached hair, and pulled the leather coat tighter around him. As he came towards the stairs, he looked up, and his eyes met hers through the window. With a smile and a wave, he disappeared from her eye site range. As he disappeared, she stood up, and poured milk into his bowl, and got his flavored cream from the fridge. She was just pulling her robe tight and sitting back down when he unlocked the door and came in.

"Morning, Will. Made you breakfast this morning. I got all domesticated and stuff." Buffy's tone was light as she smiled towards him, and indicated a place to sit next to her at the table.

"Breakfast? For me? What's the occasion, pet?" Will smirked as he hung his leather jacket up in the closet, and took his work boots off. Shaking his hair out again, Will pushed the damn locks back, and came over. "Cereal… how domesticated you are!" Will said to her with a twinkle of mirth in his eyes.

"Hey, I poured the milk, AND, I got out the bowls. Now, stop complaining, sit, and eat. Or, I'm going back to bed!" Buffy shoved a spoonful of cereal into her mouth, and forced her adoring eyes to scowl up at him. Damn him, why does he have to be so cute? And those cheekbones! GRRRR, thought Buffy. He chuckled before leaning in and tweaking her nose with his thumb, and then sat to eat his own cereal.

"How was work last night?" Buffy asked between spoonfuls.

"Eh, work is work. You got the morning off, though, don't you? No work till tonight?" Will pushed the odd cereal around with his spoon, wondering just what it was. "Pet, what do you have me eating?"

"Cinnamon toast crunch. It's good, I promise. Just eat, Will. And yes, I have this morning off, which is why I am now wondering just why I got up this morning." Buffy grumbled the last part gruffly as she shoveled another spoonful into her mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, she beamed innocently at his wounded look. After swallowing the cereal down, she looked at him for a moment. "Oh, wait, that's right. I got up so I could take a nice long bath, all by my lonesome."

Glancing down at her bowl, she realized it was gone, so Buffy stood up, and carried the bowl to the sink, and dumped the milk out. Glancing back behind her, she almost started giggling at the incredulous look on Will's face. She started giggling, and he growled low in his chest. With a louder growl, he lunged from the chair at her. Buffy squealed, and a moment later, tore out of the room, Will just a hands width away from her.

Buffy scurried up the stairs into her room, and slid over top of the bed. She stopped and turned to look. Will stood on the other side of the bed, a predatory look gleaming in his eyes. She started around it, and he quickly followed her steps. Stopping, she looked over to the other side, and started for it. When he quickly leaped over the bed, and Buffy dashed around the foot of the bed.

Halfway around, however, Will caught her around the waist, and tugged her down onto the bed with a loud squeal. With a flurry of limbs, and cold wet hair being rubbed against her exposed neck, the two wrestled around on the bed, tossing pillows and blankets to the side as they moved. After several moments, and some loud panting on both their parts, Will came to a stop above Buffy, her arms pinned above her head in one of his hands, and the other hand shoved under her robe, and splayed across her side.

Both stopped moving almost at the same instant, and bright blue eyes met hazel. Her lips parted just barely, and before she could say a thing, his head dipped down, and his lips met hers in a soft kiss. It was tender, searching at first. After she gained her bearings back, Buffy let her own mouth slip open, and his tongue delved inside. He caressed her, sought comfort from her own tongue. Soon, however, the gentle kiss grew to something more, and Will felt his body responding in a fast and hard manner.

Buffy's legs parted, and came to wrap around his waist. With no preamble, she pulled him firm against her as her hands tugged to gain their freedom. Her tongue and his battled for dominance, both eager to prove to the other their own personal worth. Under him, Buffy's body melted like butter, molding to him. Will pulled his head back, much to Buffy's dismay, though when she started to whimper at the loss of his heat, he quickly obliged by moving his lips to her neck.

Slowly, as though not even aware he was doing it, Will let her hands go, and moved both his own to push the fabric of her robe away. One hand slid up the side of her pink camisole top, while the other gently kneaded at her breast. Buffy felt her world spinning, and where her skin was exposed, she felt the heat of desire, the warmth of Will's skin, and the cold blast of air. It was intoxicating.

Will's mouth moved across her jaw, and down to her collarbone, before sweeping up to capture her mouth once more. Finally, when the need for air became to much, he pulled back. Both Buffy and Will were panting, their eyes wide as they stared at each other.

"I knew it would be fire. Fire and strawberry's, Buffy, that's what you taste like." Will said softly as he stared down into her hazel eyes. "And… as much as I would love to finish this, I don't think we should yet. And did I really just say that out loud? Wanker!" He closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them to look back down at Buffy.

"Yes, you did, but I… as much as I hate to, agree. We should wait." Buffy let her legs slip from his hips, and she stared up into his blue eyes. With a half smile, Will rolled off of her, and onto his back on her bed. She pushed herself up on her elbows, and looked over at him. "But, if you don't mind… could you stay up here? With me? I need some more sleep, and I know you need to sleep, and… well…" Buffy trailed off, and looked down to hide the bright flush of her cheeks.

"I would love to, pet." Will replied softly. She looked up with a smile, and nuzzled her head into his neck. They both sighed softly as Will's arm slipped around her waist to pull her closer. It wasn't long before both were sound asleep, their smiles matching.