Summer
Vacation: Chapter Four
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Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer
belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Same goes for any characters from Angel
that should appear. Any other characters are mine and may be used for other
fanfic (Just note that they’re mine if you use them.)
Content rating note: This fic is rated NC-17 for
Spuffy hijinks.
Continuity note: This story takes place after “Snow Bunnies”, which takes place after the seventh
season of Buffy assuming that the apocalypse is averted and all the Scoobies
live. Giles has gone back to England (with any Slayers in training that
survived) and Anya has decided not to go along. The story also assumes that
Cordelia and Angel are dating by this time or, are at least on fairly friendly
terms and acknowledge feelings for one another. The last episode I saw before
starting this series was “Showtime” for Buffy and “Spin the Bottle” for Angel,
so anything that occurs after may or may not apply to this series.
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1
Spike woke up to the sound
of running water and the Slayer’s singing. He sat up in bed and inhaled the
scents of Buffy’s shampoo, soap, and skin wafting out from under the closed
door of the bathroom. He smiled and then opened his eyes and looked around. No Scoobies.
Now, where’d those buggers
run off to?
he wondered. Not that I mind.
He swung his legs over the
side of the bed, stretched, and was about to make his way over to the bathroom
door, when he spied a note on the end table.
Went down for breakfast and thought we’d let you sleep in, since you don’t really need food anyway and had a hard night yesterday.
-Dawn
(And Willow and Xander and maybe Buffy if she’s out of the shower by the time you read this).
Spike smiled slyly, set the
note back down and continued to make his way to the bathroom. There was no
guarantee she would let him in, but it would have been impossible to even ask
if the others were milling about.
When he got to the door he
just stood there for a moment. His Buffy was behind there, happy and
singing. His and happy. Bloody soul’s worth all the trouble if it makes this
possible, he thought. Hear that Sparky? Glad to have you aboard
regardless, but this is what I got you for.
Behind the door, Buffy was
rinsing her hair as she hummed her song. Despite the incident with Drusilla
yesterday, Buffy was in a good mood. She was bound and determined to keep her
end-of-apocalypse resolution - Let go and have fun when you can. Because all
work and no play makes Buffy all dead inside. And that just sucks.
Then Buffy saw a big marquee
in her head that said ‘How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the
Vampire,’ followed by an image of her riding Spike and waving a big cowboy
hat. Buffy giggled to herself as she bent down and dipped her head in the spray
of water, her fingers working at her hair to get all the shampoo out.
Then, as she stepped out of
the spray, her Slayer sense began to tingle. Vampire. Vampire outside the
door. She smiled. My vampire.
Before he could even knock, Spike
heard Buffy say, “Spike? Do you want to come in?”
Spike was taken aback a
moment, then laughed. “How’d you know it was me, Goldilocks?”
“Hello~ Slayer, remember?”
“How could I forget?” he
chuckled as he attempted to open the door…which was locked. Not that he
couldn’t bust it down. He scowled at the door. “Ha Bloody Ha, Slayer. Very
funny.”
Then he heard a click as she
unlocked the door.
He tried the door handle
again and the door opened easily for him this time. Spike poked his head
through the door, caught sight of Buffy’s glistening body through the
cracked-open sliding shower door and then slid in the room shutting the door
behind him and locking it. He was already rock hard, enticed by the sight and
smell of her.
Buffy smiled slyly as she heard
Spike emit a rumbly little growl from deep in his chest. Then she swayed her
body for him and was rewarded with a combination human moan and vampire growl.
Spike felt that old panting
reflex come on full force as he stepped over to the shower and slid the door
open a little more so he could step in. He had one foot on the edge of the tub
when Buffy turned and placed a wet hand on his chest, stopping him. He gave her
a confused, protesting look.
“You have to take your pants
off first. No clothes allowed in the shower,” she said, giving him a playful
smile.
Spike looked down at his
pants then back up at Buffy and smirked. He chuckled as he stepped back and
removed the offending article of clothing. Now completely naked, he started
back towards the shower, his cock bobbing up and down slightly with each step.
When he entered the shower,
Buffy stepped backwards into the shower spray and began running her hands over
her body, making sure to include her breasts with each sweep. It had the
desired effect, causing Spike to moan, “Ohhh~, Buffy~” deep in his chest. “Oh~,
baby, yes~” he continued as strolled toward her, one hand sliding down his
chest and abdomen and stopping just short of his raging hard-on.
When he got close enough for
the tip of his erection to press against her abdomen, Buffy began running her
hands over him instead. Spike closed his eyes and made a low “Mmmmm~”
sound, basking in the touch of her worshipful fingers on his cool flesh.
Then Buffy stepped aside
slightly, exposing his stiff member to the shower spray. Spike’s eyes fluttered
open as he groaned and jerked his hips forward reflexively. Buffy pressed
herself to his side and began rolling one of his erect nipples between her
thumb and forefinger, eliciting more groans from him and causing him to hump
into the spray.
Spike slipped an arm around
her waist and held her to him as he undulated. Buffy watched with bemused
fascination as his cock swayed up and down in the hard shower spray.
“Spike~?” Buffy queried as she
raked a fingernail down his chest to his bellybutton.
“Uhn~?” he replied.
“Are you aware that you’re
fucking the shower?”
Spike stopped dead and
looked at her. Then with a quirk of an eyebrow he asked, “Jealous?”
Buffy laughed and stepped in
front of the spray with her hands on her hips. “Here I invite you into my nice
warm shower…”
“Screw the nice warm shower, luv. I just wanna’ come in your hot little quim.”
Buffy’s cheeks flushed crimson and her breath caught in her throat. It had been so long since he’d turned on the overt dirty talk that she was momentarily stunned.
Spike moved in to embrace
her and slipped his now almost unbearably hard member in between her thighs as
he did so. He gave her ass a squeeze and pressed her to himself while he rained
kisses on her forehead and ran his fingers up and down her spine. The sudden
barrage of sensation caused Buffy to become dumbstruck and she moaned
unintelligibly.
Then Spike covered her lips
with his own in an open-mouthed kiss as he began undulating into her. As his
shaft moved in between her thighs and against the swollen lips of her sex he
could feel the combined slickness of her arousal and the warm water from the
shower.
Then Buffy came out of her stupor and began sucking his tongue with vigor as he slid it into her mouth. Spike uttered a series of muffled growls and grunts and began humping her with rapid abandon. Buffy responded by tightening her thighs around his cock and pitching her hips into him resulting in further stimulation of her clit as it struck his pelvic bone. That and the friction she was already receiving from the rapid movement of his shaft brought her off in mere moments.
“Ah! Ah! AAHH!!!” Buffy cried into the crook of Spike’s neck as she came, her body shaking and shimmying against his. As her orgasm continued to roll over her, she mewled and buried her fingers in his hair, ruffling it.
“Uh~! Uhn! Ughhhh~!” Spike
groaned as he finally climaxed, squeezing his eyes shut and holding her tight.
He came in great spurts. His semen hit the shower wall in wet splats and coated
Buffy’s inner thighs on the way out.
They held each other for a
moment, gently swaying in the shower as they came down. Then Buffy pulled back
a bit and looked up at him pouting. “Hey~ I thought you said you wanted to come
inside me~” she said, her lip curling up just enough to let him know she was
teasing.
“I do,” he replied. “Jus’
got carried away, is all.” Then he gave her a predatory look and added, “Still wanna’
come inside you~” He moved a step forward to press her tightly against his body
again and she stepped back.
“But now the shower’s gone
all cold~” she teased as he advanced and she continued to step back towards the
wall.
“We’ll keep you out of the
spray then. You know the cold doesn’t bother me,” he continued seductively as
he joined her in the pocket of space between the shower spray and the wall.
“But the others will be back
from breakfast soon~” she said smiling, unable to keep a good poker face.
Spike smiled wide, showing
her a row of pearly whites as he continued to advance towards her. “No, they’ll
be stuffing their faces awhile yet, I think,” he said.
Buffy backed away some more
and then gave out a yelp as her butt collided with the large plastic shower
nozzle. Spike stopped in his tracks only barely touching her.
“Let’s move to a less pointy
side of the shower,” Buffy suggested.
Buffy hopped through the now
chilly spray and made her way to the other side. A little smile touched the
corners of Spike’s mouth as he watched her bottom jiggle a bit on the hop. Then
the predatory look returned. A sheet of water poured over his face briefly as
he strode under the spray and then he was through it and upon her.
Buffy shivered slightly at
the touch of his cool chest to her back as Spike hugged her from behind.
Gooseflesh broke out across her skin and her nipples hardened into rosy-colored
points.
“Cold, luv?” Spike purred
into her ear, his fingers coming up to brush against her nipples. Buffy gasped
and arched her back. Then she mewled and ground her butt into his groin as he
stroked and petted the rosy points.
Spike moaned, overcome with
the sensation of soft Buffy butt rubbing hard against his erection, which had
returned full throttle the moment he had touched her nipples. In danger of
coming again, he stopped his attentions to her nipples and grasped her bum with
both hands, stilling it.
“Huh?” said Buffy. And then
she felt the head of his cock against her anus and her eyes widened. He wouldn’t
*dare*~! she thought.
Spike could feel her
stiffening and said, “I’m not gonna’ give it to you up the arse, if that’s what
you’re thinkin’.” Buffy relaxed. Then Spike stroked her arm and added, “Just
restin’ a bit before I put it in, luv. Cunny, not arse.”
“Okay. Good,” said Buffy. “You had me worried for a minute there. I like that you’re getting less-”
-shy…no, he hasn’t really been all that shy. He’s been shy for *him* but…
“-um, that you’re getting more, um…”
-bold…no, he’s been bold. Just not with the
dirty talk as much…
“-um…” Buffy finally trailed off. She frowned in thought.
“Guess I’m bein’ more assertive today, luv,” Spike said in a low voice, stroking her belly and making her quiver.
“Mmm~ yes, that’s the word,”
Buffy said as she leaned her head back against his shoulder.
“Good or bad?” Spike purred
moving one hand down to her pussy and the other up to her breasts.
Buffy moaned and grasped his
shoulders, lolling her head against his chest. “Assertive good. As long as you
don’t assert yourself up my butt,” she said dreamily.
Spike chuckled and kissed
her shoulder. He kissed her skin softly, moving from her shoulder to her neck.
He sucked gently at a pulse point and had to fight back the urge to bite when
she grasped the back of his head and pressed his mouth more firmly to her. Oh,
how she trusts me~! he thought, thrilling at the idea.
And then he began laughing
against her neck as another thought occurred to him.
When Buffy heard him
laughing and felt his hands cease their fondling, she released his head and
asked, “What’s so funny?”
“You trust me to suck on
your neck and not bite you and yet you don’t trust that I won’t
ram my Johnny up your bum the first chance I get~!” Spike said, giggling like
mad.
Buffy rolled her eyes and
bent forward, bracing herself against the shower wall with her forearms. “You
know, if you want to come inside me, time’s a waistin’~” she said waggling her
bum.
“Sure~ Change the subject,
luv,” Spike teased still chuckling.
“Well if you don’t want to…”
Buffy teased starting to straighten up.
“I want to, I want to!”
Spike said quickly grabbing her hips.
Buffy smiled and bent
forward once more.
Spike positioned himself at Buffy’s
entrance, cunny not arse, and ran his tongue up her spine as he pushed himself
into her. Buffy shivered and moaned and pulsed around his cock as she came a
little.
“Ohhh~ Buffy~,” Spike
moaned, his own body quivering against hers as he pressed his chest flat
against her back and brought one forearm up to the wall next to her own. He
willed his body not to release just yet. He wanted a little more time to bask
inside her.
Buffy felt Spike’s hand move
down to her quim once more and she bucked her butt back against him as he
stroked and rubbed her clit. He rocked into her with a slow, steady motion,
panting heavily in her ear.
“Spike~,” she moaned
breathlessly, “Spike~, Spike~ I love you~, William~ Spike~ love you~.”
Spike moaned loudly in
response. That had done it. He couldn’t hold on any longer and began rocking
into her rapidly, speeding towards climax.
They both cried out, their voices echoing in the shower as they came. Spike felt as if his knees were going to buckle as her powerful quim worked him over. And when he practically collapsed onto her back and Buffy felt his full weight on her as he quivered, she couldn’t help feeling a sense of womanly pride along with the pleasure.
When they were both done and panting, Spike steadied himself and nuzzled and kissed Buffy’s neck whispering “I love you”s in her ear.
Then both lovers’ heads shot
up when they heard the telltale beep of a keycard being used and the door to
the hotel room opening.
“Buffy~! Spike~! You guys
missed breakfast~!” Xander bellowed, turning his head this way and that looking
for them.
Crap! Buffy thought.
“Is Buffy still in the
shower?! I can’t believe it! What a shower hog!” said Dawn.
“Where’s Spike?”
Xander asked, sounding wary.
Double crap! thought Buffy.
“Buffy~?” Willow asked,
knocking on the shower door. She could still hear the shower running, so
someone was in there.
Buffy and Spike looked
towards the door wide-eyed.
“Buffy?” Willow asked,
knocking on the door again.
“I’m in here~,” she said as
she and Spike stood up straight and disentangled.
“Where’s Spike?”
Xander asked coming up to the door.
“Um…um…” Buffy stammered
looking to Spike for assistance. He shrugged at her indicating his lack of
ideas. Well, you’re a big help, she thought.
“Spike~, Spike, where are
you~?” Dawn called in a sing-song voice, looking around the room.
“Yeah, here, Spike~! Here,
boy~!” Xander called, whistling as if calling for a dog.
Spike emitted a growl and
Buffy shushed him.
“Xander~,” Willow scolded.
“Phffft! He’s not even here~,” said Xander.
“Where is Spike, Buffy?” Willow asked again.
Having now had time to think
up an excuse, Buffy said, “He told me he was going to get some candy and pop.
You know, out of those snack machines they have downstairs.”
“Candy and pop for
breakfast?” asked Dawn.
“Ah, yes, the breakfast of
champions,” said Xander, looking up dreamily as he remembered the good old days
of junk food breakfasts.
“Guess he, uh, just had a
craving or something,” said Buffy.
Spike smiled and whispered
in her ear, “Sure did, pet”
Buffy smiled and rolled her
eyes. Then she heard the TV come to life as Xander flopped down on the couch
and turned it on. Uh, oh. How am I going to get Spike out of here? Think,
Buffy, think. Buffy thought for a moment and came to the conclusion that
someone would have to be let in on the secret.
“Spike…” she said softly,
turning to face him.
“Thinkin’ about telling The
Witch?" he asked tilting his head and raising an eyebrow.
Buffy nodded her head yes.
Spike gave her a nod and
retreated to the other end of the tub. Then he sat down and tucked himself into
a ball. Catching on to what he was doing, Buffy peeked outside the shower to
see if the smoky-frosted shower doors were hiding him enough. Deciding that they
would hide him well enough under casual inspection, she closed the door on her
side so that only her head was sticking out and called for Willow.
Upon hearing Buffy’s call,
Willow left her spot on the couch where she had sat down next to Xander and
made her way to the bathroom door. “Yes, Buffy?” asked Willow. “You aren’t
stuck in something are you? ‘Cause you’ve been in there a really long time and
I wasn’t going to say anything but-”
“Stuck in something?” Buffy
asked.
“Yeah, like Mary Tyler Moore
on the Dick Van Dyke Show. Her character got her big toe stuck in the faucet of
the hotel bathroom in one episode,” Willow said.
“Okay, A) I did not
get my toe stuck in the faucet and B) you’ve been watching way too much Nick at
Night with Xander,” Buffy said, indignant. “Anyway, I just need, um…Well, just
come in a second.”
Willow shrugged and went in.
“What is it, Buffy? Did your
period start or something? Do you need a tampon or a pad?” Willow asked.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just…Promise
you won’t freak out,” Buffy said.
Willow eyed her friend
carefully and raised an eyebrow. Then she heard the shower door slide on its
track at the other end of the shower. Her eyes flicked over to see Spike
peeking out from that side. He snaked an arm out and hung it over the edge.
“Hi, luv,” said Spike,
affecting a casual air.
Willow stared and blinked at
him. Then she turned to Buffy.
“Fibber,” Willow said with a
sly smile.
Buffy breathed a sigh of
relief. “Will you help us?” she asked.
“Of course. What are best
friends for?” Willow said, smiling warmly.
“Thanks,” Buffy said,
returning the witch’s smile.
“Think you can get Harris
and The Bit out of the room?” Spike asked.
“I should be able to…if I
can pry Xander away from the TV.” Willow thought a moment. Then she snapped her
fingers and said, “Oo! I got it! The gift shop!”
“The gift shop?” queried
Buffy and Spike.
“Don’t see how snow globes
and souvenir playing cards are going to pry the boy away from the telly, Red,”
said Spike giving her a look.
“Gotta’ agree with Spike on
this one,” said Buffy.
“Well, the gift shop has
more than just those things. Liiiiike for instance…the Girls of Winter
calendar. Scantily clad girls in cold weather. What guy could resist? And since
I like girls too, it won’t seem strange to ask him to come down and check it
out. And I could offer Dawn spending money. Voila! Room cleared!” Willow said
with a self-satisfied smile on her face.
Spike nodded his head and
smiled. “Bloody brilliant, Red!”
“Shh!” said Buffy. “Keep it
down.”
“Sorry, pet,” Spike said.
“How long can you give us?”
Buffy asked, turning to Willow.
“Hmm…I’d say…about twenty
minutes. After that, Dawn will get bored and drag us out or come back up by
herself,” said Willow.
“Got it,” said Buffy with a
little nod.
And you have to tell me
everything, later, sent Willow.
Buffy gave her a mildly
surprised look.
Best friend privileges, Willow sent smiling.
Buffy gave Willow a little
smile before closing the shower door on her side.
Spike watched this inaudible
exchange. He could tell the witch was sending something to Buffy and guessed
that she wanted an explanation or perhaps just info. Probably just info,
judging by Buffy’s reaction.
Spike tucked his arm back in the shower and not being able to send the message telepathically he gave Willow a look he hoped she would interpret as ‘Thank you.’
The Witch gave him one of
her cutie-pie smiles and sent, You’re welcome.
Spike smiled and closed his
door.
Then Willow turned, exited the
bathroom, and put her plan into motion.
2
It took fifteen minutes for
Willow to pry Xander and Dawn away from the television. When Buffy finally
heard the door to the hotel room click shut, she threw open the shower door and
hopped out.
“Brrrrrrr~!!” said Buffy
shaking and shivering.
“Cold, luv?” Spike asked
chuckling and leering at her as he opened the door on his side. “Want me to
warm you up? No wait. Can’t use that line. Damn.”
“Are you just the horniest
vampire ever??” Buffy said.
Spike shut off the faucet
and then replied, “Could be…” For emphasis, he stepped out of the shower
pumping his semi-hard cock and gave her one of his lewder expressions, tongue
hanging out.
“Oh my God~,” Buffy
said, eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement as she turned away and put her
hand to her forehead. “Could you be any more obscene?”
Spike thought a moment.
“That’s not a
challenge~,” Buffy added. “And where’s your soul? It’s falling down on the job
here.”
“Sparky has voiced no
objections since there’s nothing wrong with a little obscenity between two
people who love each other,” said Spike, his voice taking on a Giles-like
Oxford accent.
“You…are hopeless~,”
Buffy said, kneeling on the floor and bending over to pick a pair of underwear
out of her travel bag.
Yes. Yes I am, Spike thought as he watched
the pretty display before him. Spike licked his lips and felt himself harden
fully as he gazed at Buffy’s glistening bottom and pink folds. Oo~, now I’m
getting a wicked idea~. Sparky’s speaking up. Shut up Sparky.
Spike used vampire speed to
crawl on all fours, come up behind Buffy, and ram his face into her exposed
quim. Buffy let out a startled squeak and fell forward, prostrate.
“Spike, what are you
doing?!” Buffy said peeking behind at Spike from her prostrate position.
Not hearing any anger in her
tone or seeing any on her face, Spike pressed his luck and his lips to her
pussy and began moving his mouth and tongue over her.
Buffy felt her face flush
and arousal stir. “Spike~!! You’re defeating the purpose of Willow’s
distraction~!” she said, although made no move to push him away or move away
herself.
Spike pulled his mouth away
and said, “Sorry, luv. Lost my head.” He felt an uneasy feeling that he
couldn’t quite call guilt worm through him a little and then it was gone as
stiff Mr. Willie overruled.
“I could put it on liquefy,”
Spike suggested, giving her a hopeful look.
Buffy looked up at the clock
and then back at him.
“You’ve got two minutes,”
Buffy said.
Spike’s face lit up and he
snapped up into position behind her.
Buffy gave him a quick smile
and turned her head forward to rest on her forearms.
“On your mark,” she said.
Spike grabbed her hips.
“Get set,” Buffy continued.
Spike positioned himself at
her entrance.
“Go!” she yelled gleefully.
Spike plunged into her and
began thrusting himself into her at vampire speed. His hips blurred with their
motion and both Slayer and vampire made frantic grunts and whimpers. Buffy
began scrabbling at the floor as an intense and speedy orgasm rushed towards
her. When it hit she let out an ear-piercing scream that could be heard all
over the hotel.
Spike snarled and morphed
into vamp face as she clamped around him. Then he let out a feral, although
still human sounding, roar as he shot into her. He released her hips and fell
back on his hands as he pitched up his hips and arched his back, spending into
her rapidly. He convulsed wildly as she squeezed every last drop out of him.
Finally, his human face
returned and he collapsed onto the floor, slipping out of her in the process.
Buffy remained in her position, mewling softly and out of breath.
After a moment of rest,
Buffy got up as fast as she could and nudged Spike with her foot. “Get up, get
up! There’s only a few minutes left! They could be here any moment!” she said.
Spike groaned as he sat up.
“Hot. Damn~,” he said. “That was-”
“Pants, now! Talk, later!”
Buffy said cutting him off and throwing the black sweatpants his way. Then she
stumbled back over to her travel bag and threw on the first pair of underwear
she saw.
Spike pulled his sweatpants
on sluggishly. *God*, I’m starving. Shoulda’ had a pint of blood first,
he thought as fuzz danced in front of his eyes. He lurched over to the door
then paused with his hand on the doorknob. “Hey, luv?” he asked.
“Go! Shoo! We can cuddle
later,” Buffy replied as she struggled with her pants.
Spike felt in no position to
argue. His demon body demanded blood.
After exiting the bathroom,
Spike made straight for the cooler. He snatched out a packet of blood, bit into
it, and drained it dry in minutes. Then he grabbed another packet, threw the
empty one away in the trash bin, and sat down on the couch.
He scanned around for the remote.
Finding it, he flipped on the telly. He was immediately greeted by the
‘Friends’ theme song. He flipped around a few minutes and then landed back on
‘Friends.’ Theme song over, he tossed the remote aside and bit into Blood
Packet Number 2.
Xander, Willow and Dawn
walked in to find Spike sitting on the couch sucking blood straight out of the
packet.
“Hey, Spike!” Dawn said
bounding over. “Check it out. I got you a gift. Ta da! It’s a snow globe!” she
said holding it out to him.
Spike took it, shook it, and
smiled around his packet of blood.
“You like it?” Dawn asked.
Spike nodded his head.
“Hey, hey watch it, Mister!
That’s a very white couch you’re sitting on!” Xander said pointing at Spike
with a serious look in his eye.
Spike gave him a deadly look
and sucked some blood out of the packet loudly.
The hair stood up on the
back of Xander’s neck. And for the first time, in a long time, Spike looked
genuinely scary again.
Spike could smell the fear
on him and feeling very self-satisfied and vindicated, turned his attention
back to the telly. I still got it, he thought. Yeah, baby.
Dawn and Willow looked just
as stunned. And then Dawn dissolved into laughter. “You got him good!”
she squealed.
“That’s not funny,” said Xander, his hair still standing on end.
“Xander, Spike’s just
teasing you. He’s not really going to bite you,” Willow said, patting her dear
friend’s shoulder for reassurance and struggling to stifle a laugh.
“It’s still not funny,”
Xander replied.
“What’s not funny?” Buffy asked,
finally exiting the bathroom.
“Spike gave Xander the evil
eye and a major case of the wiggins,” said Dawn gleefully.
“I’m not even gonna’ ask,”
Buffy said.
“Look, Nibblet got me a
prezzie,” said Spike, having polished off his meal. He shook the snow globe in
the air.
“Ah, simple pleasures for
simple minds,” quipped Buffy.
“Hey~ now~!” Spike said.
Buffy gave him a playful
look.
“Dawn, isn’t there something
you wanted to ask Spike before we leave tonight?” Willow asked.
“Oh, yeah! I almost forgot!”
said Dawn. “Spike~ there’s a Dance Dance Revolution game down in the arcade~
Will you play it with me~?” she asked in her sweetest voice.
Spike gave her a look.
“Pleeeeease~ You used to
play with me when Buffy was dead~” said Dawn attempting to do the Buffy Summers
Pout.
The others turned to Spike
and raised a collective eyebrow.
“Only to cheer The Bit up!”
Spike said coming to his own defense.
“For old times’ sake~
Pleeeease~,” Dawn begged.
Spike sighed, “Oh, all right.
For old times’ sake, then.”
Dawn squealed and hopped up
and down a few times.
“But none of you can watch,” Spike said pointing to the others.
“Awww~ You mean we can’t
watch you shake your booty~?” asked Xander.
Now it was Xander’s turn to
receive the look.
“Note the sarcasm, people~!”
Xander exclaimed.
“C’mon, Spike,” Dawn said as
she grabbed the vampire’s hand and led him out the door.
“Why don’t you go down to
the arcade too, Xander?” asked Buffy.
“I do not want to see
Spike’s booty~!” Xander wailed in protest.
“No, silly~! Go down and
play a game. Away from Spike and his booty,” said Willow.
“Oh…well in that case…If
anyone needs me, I’ll be at the Dead or Alive 3 machine,” said Xander.
As soon as the door closed,
Willow bounced over to the couch and sat down. She patted the seat next to her,
looking almost giddy. Buffy gave her a slightly confused look and then sat
down.
“So, spill! How’d that
happen?” Willow said motioning towards the bathroom door.
“Um…Why are you so happy??”
Buffy asked, now looking very confused.
“Well, duh!” said Willow.
“This is a thing of good, right? You’re in love with Spike, right?”
“Yes…And I can understand
you being, you know…supportive and…understanding…but…” Buffy said trailing off.
“I like Spike,” Willow said. “Even pre-soul. As
long as he wasn’t trying to kill us. I’m not saying we were ever best buds or
anything, but I never really had anything against him as a person. And now I
think we’re kinda like friends. And I know what he did. But I also know what
it’s like to feel desperate and messed up. To do things, or almost do things,
that you wish you could take back. So, maybe it makes me a bad person but I
just can’t hold ‘that’ against him. So I say, yay! Yay, to love. Now give me details.”
Buffy dropped her head in
her hands and laughed weakly. “Wills~,” she said looking up affectionately.
“Now, come on. How did Spike
wind up in the shower with you?” Willow said, looking very much like her old
high school self again.
Buffy smiled and answered,
“I invited him in.”
Willow gasped, her eyes
sparkling with scandal. “So you just woke up this morning and said, ‘Gee, I
think I’ll invite Spike in to have a shower and some sex with me’? I’m assuming
you had the sex.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Yes,
we had the sex,” she said. “And I sensed him outside the door. He was gonna’
knock anyway.”
“And ask to come in? If
that’s true then this must have not been the first time for take two of your
relationship. I can’t picture Spike just asking for sex out of the blue after
what happened between you two. And I’m talking the whole thing not just the
‘thing.’ So, when was the first time?” asked Willow.
Buffy blushed crimson.
Willow gasped. It must
have been before we started the trip!
“I know~ I know what you’re
thinking~,” Buffy said guiltily. “It’s just that, I don’t know, I had this urge
to kiss him and tell him I love him. And then I wanted to show him and…and I
just wanted him.”
Wait a minute, if Buffy had
said she loved him before the trip then he wouldn’t have been surprised that
she really meant what she said about the trip being like a big first date…So
that’s not it, Willow thought.
“And I know we should have
waited till we found a more private place but…We only did it on the floor and
in the bathroom I assure you! We didn’t do it on the table or anything~!” Buffy
said.
“You did it in the RV!?
While we were sleeping?! What if someone woke up?! I mean, I coulda’
handled it, but Dawn would have been majorly embarrassed and Xander would absolutely
have flipped out big time! He would have had, like, ten cows~!!” Willow
exclaimed.
“I know~ I know~!” Buffy
wailed. “But I was kinda’ ishy on the bathroom at first but it didn’t end up
bothering me so now we just do it in there.”
“Well what if someone has to
use the bathroom while you two are in there?!” asked Willow.
“Oh…we didn’t think of
that,” Buffy said meekly.
Willow shook her head and
sighed. “You two have a tendency not to plan ahead, you know that?”
“I know,” said Buffy.
“And for the love of the
Goddess, don’t do it in the RV anymore~! It’s just too risky,” said Willow.
Buffy pouted. “Then where
are we supposed to do it~?” she whined.
“At the campground, at the
hotel, at a rest stop... Heck, do it in the bathroom of a 7-11 if you want.
I’ll help cover for you. And even if you get caught in one of those places, it
will be a lesser kerfluffle than doing it in the RV. ‘Cause Xander will have
big, big problems with knowing you did it in the Winnebago. Especially, while
he was asleep in the same room,” Willow said.
“How big of a kerfluffle do
you think it would be?” asked Buffy.
“On a scale of one to ten?
One hundred,” replied Willow.
“That’s a mighty big
kerfluffle,” said Buffy.
“Yep. It might kill him,”
quipped Willow.
“He’ll have to know,
eventually. About Spike being my lover, that is. Let’s plan to never tell him
about the RV,” said Buffy.
“Good plan,” Willow said.
“What about Dawn?”
Willow pondered a moment and
then said, “I don’t think she would be comfortable keeping the secret. She’s
been a little touchy about secrets, still.”
“All right, so we’re keeping
this between you, me, and Spike until after the trip,” Buffy affirmed.
“Now…give more details about
you and Spike. Is it good?” asked Willow, the gleam coming back into her eyes.
“What do you think?”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“How good?”
“Willow!”
3
Buffy and Spike cuddled on
the couch in the RV, the Red Lodge fading behind them as Xander began the drive
to the next rest stop on the way to their next destination.
“Hey, guys, how about a road
song?” asked Dawn.
“Oo! Scooby-Doo!” suggested
Willow.
“I’m down with that!” said
Xander.
“God, no!” said
Spike.
“Too bad~ Majority rules~ Hit
it everybody!” said Dawn.
“Scooby-dooby-Doo~ Where
are you?~ You got some work to do, now~ Come on Scooby-Doo~ Where are you? We
need some help from you, now~” sang everyone but Spike.
“Oh, bollocks~,” said Spike
dryly. “Stake me now.”
--- To be continued
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