A/N: Thanks for the great reviews guys! I'll try to start updating on my other stories too.
Chapter 2
Two months had passed with little change on the boat. That is if you didn't count how many people had died. William had taken his shot early on to prevent any illnesses that he might have catched and thankfully, it had helped because he had not sneezed or coughed once on the trip. Buffy had gotten the flu, a serious case of it actually. Though, the doctor aboard the ship had given her enough medication to help and since William had let her stay in his clean and safe cabin, she had gotten better from it pretty quickly.
It was only a couple of hours left until they reached Wethersfield. William would somehow miss how Buffy, such a crazy girl, would be gone for...well, forever. He might not ever see her again unless she wanted to sail back to Barbados. He was sure she would probably want to, but remembering such people on the ship would most likely hold her back.
There was something about the girl that attracted William toward her. She was so delicate and fragile yet when she spoke, she spoke with such confidence and emotion. It was strange to watch the petite blond get angry. It was even stranger when she cried. He had gotten so used to seeing her as a tough girl that when she had started crying, all he could do was stare. William remembered the very night that she had first cried. He had woken up in the middle of the night and got up from his spot on the ground to get a drink of water. When he came back, Buffy had sat up and held her head in her hands, shaking slightly from her sobs.
"What's the matter, Buffy. Have you had a nightmare?"
"No, no....," muttered Buffy, shaking her head a bit, still crying.
"Then what's got you so upset, love?"
"It's...it's just...I don't want this trip on the ship to end."
William stared at her squinting his eyes while tilting his head, trying to understand what she was saying.
"You must think I'm crazy."
"Mmm....just a tad bit, pet."
That earned him a tiny smile from her.
" I mean, yes, no offense to you, but this ship is horrible with all these people. I do desperatly want to get off it, but not at Wethersfield. I can't stand to go there. I miss my grandfather and Barbados. I want to go back to my home where there were tons of books in our library and shells laying out on the beautiful shores of the island. I dread going to Wethersfield, only to find a bunch of useless people with nothing better to do then judge people about being witches. I've heard of the witch trials. I'm not foolish, I read the paper."
"Buffy, you have to understand that everything will be different. You'll never have the life you used to have. I don't mean to scare you, but I won't lie to you. What I will tell you, that I'm not sure will comfort you as much as it would in my head, is that you can always come to me if you want to talk. You know where I'll be."
"And when you're gone?"
"Well, you'll just have to wait for me won't you? That is if you want to."
"What else can I do? I obviously can't fly to you and I'm sure, quite frankly, that I'll be too busy drowning in my misery in my room to see you."
"Hey now," said William, hooking his index finger under her chin," don't make the place seem so bad. There is actually a lot of places there with beautiful scenery."
"Really?"
"Yes. Well, not as beautiful as you, but still...beautiful."
Buffy blushed a few shades of red, but William could not tell in the dark.
"Thank you."
William nodded, and took her hand in his and lightly brushed his lips on top of it.
"Now, Goldilocks, would you like some of this water to cool you down. It is a bit stuffy and warm in here. Even with being the captain's son, you don't get such nice sleeping quarters."
"Oh, its alright. And this place, well, its much better than out there. Thank you again for letting me stay here."
" We can't have such extrodinary women like you roaming around out there where you could be exposed to anything. Even death, unfortuanitly. We don't have many pretty women around the world and losing one like you would be a terrible tragedy."
"Hmm, I'm beginning to think there's something you want from me, Sweet William?"
If only she had known how many things he wanted from her. " No. Just being aquainted to you is quite a pleasure. Now, I'll let you get back to sleep."
Buffy smiled and turned to her side, resting her head on her arm. She closed her eyes and fell back into a deep slumber.
William smiled and quickly got back into his place, him too, finding a comfortable position to sleep in.
That night had brought the two closer as friends and had maybe, somehow, started something even more between the two. William no longer wanted to kiss Buffy when he saw her, he wanted to ravage her, which was very improper for him to think about with a lady. But she's not a lady. She's a woman. A beautiful, strong, caring woman.
William grinned and kept staring out at the ocean as he felt someone's hand slide into his own. He squeezed it and then looked over to find Buffy smiling, one of her dazzling smiles, at him. She leaned into him and he kissed the top of her head, dreading the arrival at Wethersfield.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed the chappy, as I tried my best to make a spuffy scene. I can't wait to make happy spuffy moments. What can I say? I'm a sucker for spuffy love! Please review!
Chapter 2
Two months had passed with little change on the boat. That is if you didn't count how many people had died. William had taken his shot early on to prevent any illnesses that he might have catched and thankfully, it had helped because he had not sneezed or coughed once on the trip. Buffy had gotten the flu, a serious case of it actually. Though, the doctor aboard the ship had given her enough medication to help and since William had let her stay in his clean and safe cabin, she had gotten better from it pretty quickly.
It was only a couple of hours left until they reached Wethersfield. William would somehow miss how Buffy, such a crazy girl, would be gone for...well, forever. He might not ever see her again unless she wanted to sail back to Barbados. He was sure she would probably want to, but remembering such people on the ship would most likely hold her back.
There was something about the girl that attracted William toward her. She was so delicate and fragile yet when she spoke, she spoke with such confidence and emotion. It was strange to watch the petite blond get angry. It was even stranger when she cried. He had gotten so used to seeing her as a tough girl that when she had started crying, all he could do was stare. William remembered the very night that she had first cried. He had woken up in the middle of the night and got up from his spot on the ground to get a drink of water. When he came back, Buffy had sat up and held her head in her hands, shaking slightly from her sobs.
"What's the matter, Buffy. Have you had a nightmare?"
"No, no....," muttered Buffy, shaking her head a bit, still crying.
"Then what's got you so upset, love?"
"It's...it's just...I don't want this trip on the ship to end."
William stared at her squinting his eyes while tilting his head, trying to understand what she was saying.
"You must think I'm crazy."
"Mmm....just a tad bit, pet."
That earned him a tiny smile from her.
" I mean, yes, no offense to you, but this ship is horrible with all these people. I do desperatly want to get off it, but not at Wethersfield. I can't stand to go there. I miss my grandfather and Barbados. I want to go back to my home where there were tons of books in our library and shells laying out on the beautiful shores of the island. I dread going to Wethersfield, only to find a bunch of useless people with nothing better to do then judge people about being witches. I've heard of the witch trials. I'm not foolish, I read the paper."
"Buffy, you have to understand that everything will be different. You'll never have the life you used to have. I don't mean to scare you, but I won't lie to you. What I will tell you, that I'm not sure will comfort you as much as it would in my head, is that you can always come to me if you want to talk. You know where I'll be."
"And when you're gone?"
"Well, you'll just have to wait for me won't you? That is if you want to."
"What else can I do? I obviously can't fly to you and I'm sure, quite frankly, that I'll be too busy drowning in my misery in my room to see you."
"Hey now," said William, hooking his index finger under her chin," don't make the place seem so bad. There is actually a lot of places there with beautiful scenery."
"Really?"
"Yes. Well, not as beautiful as you, but still...beautiful."
Buffy blushed a few shades of red, but William could not tell in the dark.
"Thank you."
William nodded, and took her hand in his and lightly brushed his lips on top of it.
"Now, Goldilocks, would you like some of this water to cool you down. It is a bit stuffy and warm in here. Even with being the captain's son, you don't get such nice sleeping quarters."
"Oh, its alright. And this place, well, its much better than out there. Thank you again for letting me stay here."
" We can't have such extrodinary women like you roaming around out there where you could be exposed to anything. Even death, unfortuanitly. We don't have many pretty women around the world and losing one like you would be a terrible tragedy."
"Hmm, I'm beginning to think there's something you want from me, Sweet William?"
If only she had known how many things he wanted from her. " No. Just being aquainted to you is quite a pleasure. Now, I'll let you get back to sleep."
Buffy smiled and turned to her side, resting her head on her arm. She closed her eyes and fell back into a deep slumber.
William smiled and quickly got back into his place, him too, finding a comfortable position to sleep in.
That night had brought the two closer as friends and had maybe, somehow, started something even more between the two. William no longer wanted to kiss Buffy when he saw her, he wanted to ravage her, which was very improper for him to think about with a lady. But she's not a lady. She's a woman. A beautiful, strong, caring woman.
William grinned and kept staring out at the ocean as he felt someone's hand slide into his own. He squeezed it and then looked over to find Buffy smiling, one of her dazzling smiles, at him. She leaned into him and he kissed the top of her head, dreading the arrival at Wethersfield.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed the chappy, as I tried my best to make a spuffy scene. I can't wait to make happy spuffy moments. What can I say? I'm a sucker for spuffy love! Please review!