A/N: Thank you to all readers and especially to those who have taken time to review, they are very much appreciated and keep the muse happy. And I'd also like to thank my wonderful beta, Mac who's been very supportive, like many of you guys have been, and got this chapter back to me in no time at all. A/N2: And I also have to say this that if there's anyone who hasn't read Angel's blue eyed girl's crossover fic Still His Girl, I warmly recommend it (if you're old enough of course). It is absolutely wonderful story with great Buffy/Booth action (and I don't mean just the smutty kind). Chapter 6 Buffy opened her eyes and lazily stretched her sleepy limbs on the bed. In which she was alone, she noticed. Quickly she raised her eyes, her gaze landing on Liam. He was sitting on a chair near the bed, holding a sketch pad against his leg that was thrown over the other. He was wearing nothing but his breeches and he hadn't even bothered to fasten them. She licked her lips. That's when his hand stopped its movement and his gaze lifted, locking with hers. “Good morning”, he greeted as he set the pad down to the floor and moved to the bed, his large body covering hers. Her hand pressed the sheet more firmly to her chest, she didn't know why she even bothered to cover herself, it wasn't like he didn't already know every inch of her body. During the last three weeks he had gotten very familiar with it. “Morning”, she answered, her voice coming out breathlessly. “So, what were you doing?” she asked and escaped from under him to the edge of the bed, the sheet was still covering her. He slumped against the bed with a sigh and reached out to her, his hand running down her naked back, sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip to keep quiet, he affected her body all too easily. He rolled onto his stomach and picked up the sketch book from the floor, placing it to her lap. Carefully she flipped over the first page, it was filled with sketches of hands, eyes, lips and other features of a human body. She turned the page slowly, lingering on every drawing. When she came face to face with a pretty young girl, he told her it was his sister. The affection in his voice warmed her whole body and she could tell he loved his only sibling, she also noted that there was not even one sketch of neither of his parents, just of his sister. She moved forward, there was some very talented drawings of the horse that was still standing outside the little cottage and of beautiful sights; ponds, rivers, trees, meadows and fields. But the last pages made her blush, he definitely knew her body even if she now hid it from view. The pages were filled with rather erotic images of her but the last one was different, in it she was asleep, she looked peaceful and completely ravished. She closed the pad and turned to look at him. He was laying on his side, leaning to his arm and a proud smirk was adorning his handsome face. Slowly she laid next to him, running her eyes over those beautiful features. “You're really talented, you know,” she stated and quickly continued as he raised a single eyebrow, his mind was obviously on other things. “I mean artistically, outside the bedroom.” “Thank you,” he said politely, his eyes roaming over her body before he moved closer to her, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. “Why aren't you really doing it? You know, professionally. In Paris or something,” she asked and suppressed a moan, his talented lips were making their way up to her neck. Paris was the place to be for artists, right? “Starvation and thirst does not suit me,” Liam stated and pulled her tightly against his body, it appeared to be the end of that conversation. He rolled them around so she was trapped underneath him, his arms framing her head. His lips softly brushed against hers before making their way down to the scar he knew made her loose control. She let out a breathy sigh, her eyes closing as she let herself be seduced by his actions. As his blunt teeth scraped against the scarred flesh, a moan fell from her lips, her back arched off the bed and her body pressed against his in an inviting manner. He pulled down the blanket that was still covering her and cupped her breasts with his large hands, his thumbs teasing the nipples into hard peaks. Buffy quickly tugged the breeches he was wearing down his legs, releasing his hardness from its confinement before her hand returned to his backside and squeezed the other cheek. She smiled against his lips as he jumped. Her hand trailed around him and her fingers wrapped around the hard flesh of his manhood. He groaned, breaking the kiss as she started stroking the large cock in her hand, her thumb brushed over the tip, spreading the moisture that was slowly leaking. Her free hand buried itself into his hair, pulling his face closer to hers so they could continue where they left off. Her tongue traced his lips, asking permission to enter and as he parted his lips, she deepened the kiss. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his cock, if she continued any longer he'd come into her hand and he didn't want that. “Ionúin,” he whispered against her cheek. She had no idea what it meant but she liked the sound of it, husky and loving. Maybe she'd ask about it later. “I need you,” she said breathlessly and pulled him into another kiss. He guided his hard manhood to her entrance and thrust inside. She let out a soft cry, her back arching off the bed as he pushed all the way inside her. Her fingers dug into the hard muscles on his back and she closed her eyes tightly relishing in the feel of him. To her it was heaven and again she felt the sudden panic that what would happen when she was sent back to her own time, she couldn't have this, couldn't have anything with Liam or Angel. Angel would be in LA and she would have to stay in Sunnydale with the curse between them. A lonely tear ran down her cheek. Her eyes snapped open as she felt his hand cup her cheek, his thumb gently wiping away the tear. She stared into his dark eyes, that were full of passion and worry. “I'm okay,” she said before he could ask. “Just thinking too much.” ”About what?” he asked softly. Despite the tight walls surrounding his manhood he forced himself to consider her first, not his own pleasure. “You. Me. Us,” she answered with a sigh. Liam stared at her face, his finger smoothing the small wrinkles between her brows as she frowned. He mistook her worry into fear of people finding out about them, loosing her good name and status. “Ionúin, I will not let anything happen to you. I will keep you safe, here with me,” he promised and Buffy had to fight against another tear from surfacing. She truly wished he could. Deciding not to think about it, she squeezed her inner muscles around his hard member, telling him she was more than ready for them to continue what they had started. As he started to move with shallow strokes, she let herself drown in the sensations he was creating. In no time her brain had forgotten how to function as he worshiped her body, his lips spreading passionate kisses to her face, neck and lips as he moved inside her, his every thrust stressing her oversensitive clit. When they reached the first peak, his name fell from her lips and she pulled him into the storms of pleasure along with her, milking the release from him. For a long while they just laid there, their limbs tangled together and the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. Her head was resting on his chest and with a soft smile she listened to the sound of his heartbeat, strong against her ear. She knew they had been staying at the cabin too long already but she didn't want to leave, she wanted to fall asleep in his arms and find him next to her when she woke up. But when he shifted under her, she knew it wouldn't happen. “I don't want to leave,” she mumbled against his chest. He let out a soft chuckle and smoothed back her tangled blonde hair, drawing her eyes to his. “Neither do I, but we should go before the Wilsons know you have been gone.” “I don't wanna,” she said with a pout, sounding like a small child. She shifted in the bed, folding her arms over his chest and placed her chin to the top of her hands. “I want to stay here with you. Forget the world outside that door exists,” she continued more seriously and pressed a lingering kiss to his chest. “I do not think I am fit enough to spend the rest of our lives in this bed,” he chuckled, he knew he was in good shape and had a lot of practice and skills in the bedroom but she still managed to wear him out. She smiled and rose up to lean on her arms, hovering over his larger form. “I bet we could work on that,” she said with a crooked grin, her eyes shining with happiness. “You'll be the death of me,” Liam sighed melodramatically, earning a playful slap from her. But then her whole being turned more serious, her eyes going to the window. It was almost dawn, she didn't need to see it to know that the sun would be rising soon. “We should go,” she sighed, her voice telling she didn't want to. Slowly she shifted off his warm body and got off the bed, searching for her clothes. He stayed in bed, watching her every move as she walked across the small room to the neat pile of clothes on the kitchen table. He didn't know what was wrong with him but he had never considered staying with just one woman, but during the three weeks he had been taking Buffy into his bed, he had not felt the desire to search for lady company elsewhere, and truthfully he also didn't have the energy. “Can you help me with this, please,” her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. She was facing away from him, clearly waiting for him to help with the dress. He got up from the bed, unashamed of his nakedness, and crossed the distance between them. He took the strings to his hands and carefully closed the bodice around her. When she had sneaked out of the mansion after everyone had turned in to their chambers, she hadn't bothered to put on the corset and other pieces of clothing that would only waste time as she was in a haste to get them off in the cabin. Her eyes closed and she let out a breathy sigh as his fingers brushed against her bare skin and he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. As he finished with the dress, he let his finger slowly travel up to her neck, lingering on the scar before continuing to her jaw. She wanted nothing more than to him to continue but she knew if she let him, they wouldn't get out of the cabin anytime soon. She took a step forward, taking in deep breaths before speaking. “Maybe you too should put on some clothes.” “Perhaps,” he stated. He took a step closer to her and pressed a lingering kiss to her neck before going to the bed for his pants, leaving her breathless and dripping wet from desire. She closed her eyes and took long calming breaths to get herself together. As she finally opened her eyes, her gaze landed on her dress. She had been on a hurry to get to Liam that she had grabbed the first dress she could reach, only now she realized that it resembled the one she had seen on Giles' book when she and Willow had tried to find out what kind of girls Angel liked. A deep frown formed on her face. She turned her eyes to him, thankfully he was now fully dressed so it was easier to form actual thoughts around him. “Liam?” she asked uncertainly, gaining his attention. “Yes?” “Do you find me boring?” she asked wringing her fingers nervously. She remembered Angel saying that he found the noble women boring and now she was one, what if he was just after her for the thrill. What if... she mentally kicked herself, not willing to go through more if's and break her own heart before he could. “Do I find you what?” he asked like he had misheard her. “Boring? You know, dull?” she clarified, getting more nervous. Then he laughed, a sound that would have melted her heart if it had been any other time. “Buffy. Darling. You are anything but dull”, he said quickly crossing the distance between them before pulling her closer to him, his eyes tracing her features. “You are unlike any woman I have met”, he added and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek longer than needed. He didn't understand what had brought this on, for three weeks they had shared the same bed and she had been nothing but confident and passionate, but now she was almost fearful like he was going to crush her with simple words. Slowly a bright smile rose to her lips, it was like a burden had been lifted from her chest and even a little of the insecurities Angelus had left, disappeared. “Really?” she asked, her eyebrow lifting slightly. “Yes,” he answered and softly kissed her lips. He pulled back to look at her more closely. “Is everything...” he started to ask but she jumped in. “Just a little Buffy meltdown. Nothing to worry about.” She smiled again, trying to ease his mind and took his hand into her much smaller one. “But we should go,” she stated and started pulling him towards the door. xxx Buffy managed to sneak in through her bedroom window without the servants seeing her and she was just in time before any of the family was up. Once again she was thankful for her slayer's occupation that had taught her to manage without a lot of sleep since that was something she didn't get much of the night before. She had just enough time to take off her dress, place it to the closet and have an hour of sleep before the maid knocked on her door, letting her know the breakfast was about to be served. Cillian made it his business to sit next to Buffy on the breakfast table and kept a steady conversation going, not letting anyone else have a word with her. Despite Cillian keeping her occupied, she noticed Deirdre giving her strange looks and she could tell the woman wanted to talk to her, probably alone. It took several hours till Deirdre decided to act on that desire. Deirdre looked around herself in the lounge where the women of the house had settled. Her eyes landed on Buffy and she put down the crochet work she had been doing before getting up from her seat and making her way to their guest. “Buffy, would you like to take a walk with me? It is a lovely day outside,” she asked and Buffy shrugged her shoulders. “Sure,” she answered and got up from the settee, placing her needlework to the side table. Who would have thought, Buffy Summers doing needlework, her mother would never believe it. But considering she couldn't slay, there was no TV or electricity for that matter and she couldn't even help with the housework because the servants did that, she had to learn to do what the others did and in her own opinion she was pretty good at it. The two women left the manor, walking deep into the garden in the backyard. “So what's the what?” Buffy asked, making Deirdre turn to look at her and again getting a strange look. “Pardon me?” Buffy flashed her a sheepish look and corrected, “I mean what did you wanted to talk about?. You've been giving me the looks all morning.” Deirdre let out a soft sigh and sat down to a bench, patting the seat next to her. Buffy sat to the seat offered to her and turned to look at her expectantly. “Very well, since you asked me directly, I will give you an direct answer. I know you have been spending your nights elsewhere, and I also know that you have been spending them with Liam O'Roarke.” Buffy bit her lip, she had been so sure she'd been careful, maybe she was loosing her edge. “Yeah, I have,” Buffy stated and Deirdre looked at her in shock, there was not even a trace of shame on her face. “Do you even understand the consequences of your actions? You are a woman out of wedlock, what will people say...” But Buffy didn't let her finish. “It's nobody's business. We are two adults and we know what we're doing,” she said sternly, then softened a bit. “Besides, sex isn't that big of a taboo where I come from.” Deirdre let out a long breath before gently taking Buffy's hand into hers, she was like a mother talking to a child. “I am not simple-minded, I do know about the cruder things in life no matter how unpleasant that is. But I do like you very much, Buffy, I consider you as a friend and that is why I advise you to put a stop to your socializing with Mr. O'Roarke. He is known of how poorly he treats the women he is associated to, he is a womanizing drunkard who does not take the responsibility his status requires of him, I know it is wicked of me to say it but it is true, he will make a very poor husband.” “I know he has some frat boy qualities and that he likes to drink, fight and... see women, but despite all that he is a good man. And I love him. I can't help it. And while I'm here, I'm not gonna stop seeing him because one day the Powers That Be are gonna give me the shitty end of the deal and throw me back to where I came from and then I can't even see him because it hurts so much,” Buffy said, fighting back the tears that were already stinging her eyes. Just the thought of leaving Liam, made her heart ache and all the air leave her lungs. Deirdre saw the suffering look and efficiently it took her mind off of the tiny slip Buffy had let out. Usually she didn't have much sympathy for the women with low morals but Buffy's pain made her feel sorry for the woman. She knew Buffy was the slayer and they were known to not have long lives, so maybe a little happiness, even with someone like Liam O'Roarke, could be a blessing. She didn't like it, especially since Cillian was quite taken with their strange guest, but she still couldn't help but feel like she needed to take a step back and let Buffy make her own mistakes. Maybe her association with Liam was a lesson, something she needed to learn before returning home, back to her own time. Or maybe she was just reaching because the pain that was radiating from the small blonde was making her suffer as well. She let out a deep sigh. “I will not say anything. The scandal would not only affect you, it would also have a reflection to my family. But promise me you will be more discreet. And careful, an accident might not harm his reputation but it will destroy yours.” “An accident?” Buffy asked with a frown. “A child out of wedlock,” Deirdre answered in a whisper, she knew they were alone but still a thing like that wasn't said aloud. “Oh? Oh! Uhm, yeah, careful as mice,” Buffy promised with a blush of embarrassment, then frowned. “No, that wasn't right, but whatever, we're careful.” Actually she hadn't even thought about getting pregnant, she still remembered, very vividly, what Angel had said about not being able to have children and even though she could make the distinction between Angel and Liam, that thought was still implanted to the back of her head. Her frown deepened, there really wasn't a way to get on the pill here, that could cause some major issues. To be continued…