Turning Back Time

Turning Back Time Chapter 6

Old Cottage

Buffy slowly broke the kiss and rested her forehead against his feeling his hot breath against her face. A cool shiver went through her. Liam frowned, "Ya're shivering." He stood up from the water with her legs still locked around his waist. He walked them out of the water to the grass under the bright sunlight.

Liam gently sat her down under the tree. He threw on his white smock and wrapped his coat around Buffy's shivering body. Something about this seemed rather familiar to Buffy. She decided not to think too hard about it.

He sat down beside her and laid on his back. Buffy laid in his arms resting her head over his beating heart. She tilted her head up to look at him. "Tell me about yareself." He looked down at her.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything, lass. I want to know everything about ya." He smiled. "Where in the colonies are ya from?"

"Sunnydale, California."

Liam's brows furrowed. "I've never heard of that colony."

"It sort of is - It's new." Buffy said lamely.

"Do ya have siblings?"

"A younger sister."

"And your parents? What is their status?"

"Uh, divorced."

Liam looked down at her sympathetically. "Sometimes I wish me parents were divorced. The house would be quieter. Me father is - well, he's a mean drunkard."

"I'm sorry."

Liam looked down at her again and felt drawn into her loving and trusting gaze. He leaned his head to her and caught her mouth into a tender, lazy kiss. "I've never been with anyone like ya."

"You're just full of pickup lines, aren't you?" Buffy smiled resting her chin on the breast of his chest looking at him.

"It's not a pickup line." Liam was unsure what that meant exactly but by the tone of Buffy's voice, he knew it didn't mean anything good. He stared up at the white clouded sky for a moment then said, "I confess, you would not be my first. I've been with many women." Buffy didn't like where this was going. She started to shift out of his embrace but his arm tightened around her waist. Liam looked at her, "I've been with many women." He said firmly really wanting her to understand. "But not a one compares to ya. Not in the slightest. And that frightens me, because I find me-self not wanting to control me-self around ya. I feel this cool shiva and flutter in the pit of me stomach. I felt it as I walked past the dress shop. I was infatuated with ya from then…" His eyes darted around her beautiful face memorising each detail.

Buffy stared at him for a long moment. Her hand brushed over his shaven cheek and threaded into his hair. "Make love to me."

Liam could not believe his ears, "What?"

"I want you to make love to me, Liam." Her voice was soft and breathless hypnotising Liam's ears.

He blinked trying to control his desires. "Don't ya want to see the cottage first?"

Buffy smiled and shook her head. "Later. It's not going anywhere."

Liam smirked and shifted to lay more on top of her. His hand brushed back her damp blonde hair off of her face and held her cheek tenderly. "Ya right, it's not goin' anywhere."

Buffy's traced her fingers over his dark brown, down the bridge of his nose, and over his lips. Liam leaned forward until his mouth gently captured hers in a small kiss. Buffy immediately responded to him opening her mouth wider for his tongue to break through. Her hands clamped around his neck keeping him extra close.

Liam gasped breaking the kiss as her hands pulled the hem of his smock up his body. The feel of her fingers touching his back made his skin tingle. His mouth kissed and licked down her neck and around the garment covering her breasts.

His hands pushed the garment up her golden naked thighs until Buffy's impatiently pulled it off entirely. Liam smirked with a laugh taking amusement in her desires. Her hands cupped his face bringing up him up to her and took his mouth.

With one free hand, Liam reached down into his breeches loosening the strings and took out his throbbing erect member and guided it into Buffy.

Her breath caught in her throat when he filled her. She had not been with him since the night of her seventeenth birthday. She had forgotten how full he was.

Buffy opened her eyes meeting Liam's. He sat up taking her with him. She straddled his lap setting the rhythm of their love making. Liam kissed her skin tasting her sweetness. He looked at her again and was unable to look away for the rest of their love making. It amazed him that this woman was able to unravel him with just the flicker of her eyes on his face.

Buffy woke with a start. Her eyes were blurry as she sat up with a sheet covering her naked breasts. It took her a moment to remember the day before. She frowned not recalling when they had finally made it into the cottage Liam spoke so highly about.

She glanced down to the dark figure sleeping beside her then over the edge of the bed to reach into her gowns hidden pocket for her watch: 2:45 A.M.

Liam's arm limped around her midsection hugging her into his body. Buffy knew he was beginning to wake up. She could tell by the dreamy smile dancing across his perfect mouth. She relaxed and laid down facing him.

"How long have we been sleeping?" She asked.

"A few hours, I reckon. I've watching you sleep here and there. Ya're really from up above aren't ya, lass?" Liam pushed her blonde hair around her ear and caressed his hand down her cheek. "Stay with me." He whispered.

Buffy's heart fluttered. "Forever. That's the whole point."

Liam smiled and captured her mouth in a passionately loving kiss.

Outside, the sun rose revealing another beautiful morning. The birds chirped high pitched songs. Buffy slowly awoke, running her hand over the pillow Liam occupied, but he was not there. Buffy's eyes snapped open instantly fearful of his departure. She jumped out of bed and picked up his smock tossed on the floor and draped it over her petite frame.

She cautiously stepped down the stairs and turned the corner to see Liam's muscular back facing her. He stood over a black metal stove cracking egg yoke onto a cast iron skillet. Buffy watched him for a moment drinking him in. His brown breeches hung loosely on his hips. His feet were bare. His hair messily laid around his shoulders.

Liam kind of reminded Buffy as the Beast from "Beauty and the Beast" when he turned human. But the guy in the kitchen was no cartoon.

She then crossed the quaint kitchen and wrapped her around around his waist kissing his shoulder blade where one day his tattoo will reside.

"Mmm…" he hummed. "G'morning to ya, lass. Did you sleep well?"


Liam turned around in her arms and traced a finger along her features until they touched her chin. "Glad to hear that, lass." He kissed her.

"What time is it?"

Liam looked out the window to the valley and shrugged. "Just about dawn. It's early enough to have your Mr. and Mrs. MacCale worried. After all, ya're with the town's beast." Liam said teasingly and kissed her nose.

"You're not a beast. Don't ever say that, Angel."

Liam was a bit taken back with her serious tone. She had not known him no more then a few day, yet she seemed so confident in his character. "I'm not exactly an 'angel', lass."

Buffy looked at him with a thoughtful expression and brushed his brown hair with her fingers. "You can be."

"Angel..." He tried out the name then smiled at the blonde in his arms. "I do like the sound of that. Especially from your lips." Liam smirked and bent his head down capturing her mouth in a sweet kiss.

At the MacCale's house, Liam helped Buffy off the horse. "I don't want to go." She said melting into his arms.

Liam drew her chin upwards to look at him. "Soon, my Grá, we'll be together again."


"There's a ball tomorrow."

"Is that so?"

"Mmm-hmm." Liam said holding her tightly against his warm body and kissed her the top of her head. "Tomorrow."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. O'Connor."

Liam smiled against her lips and stepped away and bowed to her flamboyantly. "Miss Summers." He kissed her knuckles with a teasing smile.

Buffy needed to get away from him or she was sure she'd pounce him.

Liam watched her longingly as she ran away from him until she stepped into the cottage.

Buffy slowly snuck past the MacCale family's breakfast table to her room up the stairs. "Miss Buffy!" Haley called after her. Buffy stopped caught redhanded. "Father and mother have been searching for you everywhere!"

Buffy frowned with a guilty expression. "Where are they?"

"In father's study with the Garda." Haley whispered the last part.

Buffy's guilty expression changed into angry frustration. She marched down the steps, through the hallway, and into the study without warning.

Mr. and Mrs. MacCale and an middle aged officer turned their heads to the door where Buffy stood.

"Is this she?" The officer asked.

"Aye, it is." Mr. MacCale nodded his head.

"Then I will take my leave. Good evein'. " The Officer bowed his head politely to the MacCale's then to Buffy. "Miss." He excused himself.

Buffy gave a false smile then closed the door behind her.

"Where have you been, child? Ya've had us worried sick." Mrs. MacCale said with annoyance.

"I can't believe you sent the militia after me." Buffy felt her rage boil in her chest.

"Mrs. MacCale asked you a question girl." Mr. MacCale's voice was intimidatingly low.

"Where do you think?" Buffy words were laced with sarcasm unafraid of the old man and his worried wife.

"O'Connor. He's made ya a lovesick fool, like the rest of the dimwits in Ireland." Mr. MacCale eyed Buffy up and down with disgust. "Makes nobel women into harlots. It's disgracing!"

"What gives you the right? I am perfectly able to take care of myself. I'm the Slayer or did you forget?"

"Not here, you're not!" Mr. MacCale slapped his hand on the wooden desk. "In this century, you're not a Slayer. You're not an independent woman. You're not respectable. You're not free to flock with whomever you please! You are young lady! You have standards to live up to. And its not with O'Connor. Unless you want to be his whore like the rest of 'em!" Mr. MacCale glared at the young woman with fiery eyes.

Buffy stared at him with disbelief and turned around opening the door behind her.

"Dear, where are you going?" Mrs. MacCale asked gently.

"To kill something. Unless it would too unladylike?" Buffy didn't wait for a reply. She walked out of the study and slammed the door furiously walking out into the night.

Back in the study, Mr. MacCale sat in his chair exhausted. "Do you think she was this much trouble in her own century?" He asked.

"I dare say she was."

Mr. MacCale looked out the window thoughtfully. He held his chin between his thumb and index finger. "That man will poison her." He said.

"I'm afraid, she was poisoned by him long ago. Before all of this." Mr. MacCale looked at Mrs. MacCale.


"Can't take care of myself." Buffy punched the vampire in the nose. "Not in this century! Not independent. Respectable. Blah, blah, blah." She bashed his head into the tree with each word. "He's a criminal. Ugh! As if!" Buffy kneed the vampire and flipped him onto his back.

"Who in heavens are you talkin' to?" The vampire asked with an unusual politeness.

Buffy ignored him and continued, "Be like the other Nobel girls… Gotta live up to the 'standards'."

The vampire jumped to his feet only to be kicked back against a tree trunk. "What are you?" The vampire stared at Buffy confused.

Buffy broke a piece of a branch and stabbed the vampire in the heart. "The Slayer."

The vampire combusted into dust.

Buffy stood in silence. She looked around herself, the forest was quiet.

The moon was high in the sky lighting it. She tossed the branch stake aside and wiped her hands together. "Not the Slayer my ass." Buffy grumbled heading back to the MacCale house.

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