Summer
Vacation: Chapter One
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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 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
Xander pulled the big tan Winnebago up to the Summers’ house and gave the horn two quick toots, signaling his arrival. Buffy, Dawn, Willow and Spike came pouring out of Casa de Summers, their arms loaded with duffel bags of all shapes and sizes.
“Oh, this is so cool!”
exclaimed Willow upon entering the vehicle. “I’ve always wanted to travel in a
Winnebago! When we’re not being chased by Hell-Gods and freaky knights, that
is.”
“You are a strange and
wonderful girl,” replied Xander jokingly as he turned around in his seat to
face the boarding passengers.
“This’ll be so much fun! An
actual vacation!” exclaimed Dawn giving a quick squeal of delight as she piled
on in.
Buffy and Spike followed
with light smiles on their faces as they looked around at what would be their
home for a good deal of the summer. Buffy had the whole summer off since she
worked in the school, and Xander had amassed a good amount of vacation time at
the construction company, allowing for a luxuriously leisurely pace to their
trip.
Across from the door where they entered, and
slightly to the left, was the bathroom, which included a shower. It was closed
by a pea green folding divider that could be locked if so desired. There were
cabinets next to the bathroom on the right and left and across the hall. Above
the cabinets were four sleeping compartments. In the back, there was a large
rounded booth with crimson red leather quilted upholstery and a big round
table. In front of the table was a dining chair that looked like it was circa
sometime in the nineteen fifties (steel framed with blue padding and shiny
flecks embedded in it’s surface). It was bolted to the floor along with the
table. To the left of that was the small kitchen. There was a fridge, stove and
sink. In addition to all the traditional trappings one would expect from a
deluxe recreational vehicle of that caliber, the windows had also been custom
tinted, so that Spike would be able to travel with them and not end up a crispy
critter or a big pile of dust in the daytime.
The gang unpacked their belongings
and supplies, stocking the kitchen shelves and fridge with food, the bathroom
with toiletries, and the cabinets with clothing, games, and videos. (Attached
at the top end of the cabinet row that wasn’t next to the kitchen was a TV/VCR
combination set.) They chattered excitedly as they worked to unpack. Spike was
getting along easily with the girls now, although Xander was still not warming
up to him at all. Still, the Scooby girls, and Buffy, had given Spike a feeling
of belonging that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
After they were all settled
in, Xander turned the ignition key, shifted into gear and said, “All right
ramblers. Let’s get ramblin’!”
2
The Winnebago tore down the
highway. Grandpa Jones blared out of the speakers. Xander’s pick. As the
driver, he got first crack at selecting the music, and the goofy country twang
of Grandpa Jones just seemed like good travelin’ music to Xander.
Xander sang along with the
music as the others played a card game in the back. “Gin!” Dawn shouted
triumphantly as she lay down her cards. The other players threw down their
cards in disgust, grumbling. “Bwa ha ha ha,” Dawn laughed as she scooped up her
winnings. Chocolate chip cookies with M&M’s embedded in them.
Suddenly hearing the call of
nature, Xander shouted back “Hey, does anybody wanna’ do me a solid and take
the wheel for a bit? I gotta’ use the little boys’ room.”
“I will!” Dawn popped up out
of her seat, moving to the front.
“Oh no you won’t,” said
Buffy in her best ‘mom’ voice as she grabbed Dawn’s shirt and pulled her back.
“You can’t even drive a car, let alone a big RV with gears and massive
unwieldiness. I’ll do it.” She made her way up front to relieve Xander.
Dawn sat back down in her seat with a humph.
“So,” Willow began, turning
to face Spike and smiling enthusiastically, “Buffy tells me this trip is kind
of like a big ‘first date’ for you two.”
“It is?!” Dawn perked her
head up. “You’re dating?!”
“I actually kind of thought
she was kidding when she told me,” Spike replied, surprised that
Buffy might be more serious about it than he thought. He looked back to Willow
for her response.
“Nope, not kidding,” Willow said in a singsong
voice, giving him a big smile.
“Well, I guess that’s okay,”
Dawn started, “Seeing as you’re all
with the soulful goodness now. However,” Dawn cautioned, “you better not screw
it up! I just got back to trusting you again and so did Buffy and-”
“Right, right. I get it,
Little Bit. I get it.” Spike said as he held his hands up in the air like a
bank robber surrendering to the cops.
They heard the toilet flush
as Xander exited the bathroom. He stretched, and said with a bit too much
enthusiasm, “Oh, Yeah! Feels good to get that out of my system!” This garnered
a funny look from his trip mates. He clapped his hands together with
satisfaction as he made his way back to his seat.
“He’s been eating a lot of
cheese lately,” Willow offered as explanation. Spike and Dawn wrinkled their
noses. “You know, too much cheese-”
“We get it!” Spike and Dawn
exclaimed in unison, cutting her off before she could go on.
Xander thanked Buffy when he
reached the front. “No problem,” she said and then waved him to the back,
telling him she would go ahead and drive to the next rest stop that was coming
up in 2 miles. He started to head to the back and then stopped.
“You know, I think I’ll just
sit up front with you, and keep you company,” he said as he sat down in the
front passenger seat.
“You don’t want to sit with Spike, do you?”
Buffy asked, knowing the answer.
“How well you know me! Soul
or no soul, that guy bugs me. Really sticks in my craw,” Xander said
emphatically.
“What is a craw?”
asked Buffy, “Is it a mouth?”
“I don’t know,” he replied
with measured words, “But he just sticks right in it! Whatever it
is.”
Buffy gave him a quick, bemused smile before
she geared down and headed into the rest area.
3
“If he turns all evil, I
told you so,” Xander chided only half joking, as they prepared to climb up to
their respective sleeping cubbies.
Buffy rolled her eyes.
“Xander, he is not going to turn evil. How many times do I have
to go over this with you? He’s got a soul. And with a soul,
he’s a good man. He’s proved it. You know he’s on the side of good.”
“Yeah, but he’s still got
the demon,” argued Xander.
Spike glanced in the direction of their
conversation. Before he was ensouled, he would have shot Xander a dirty look
and thrown an expletive or two his way. In fact, now that he was chip-free, he
could have gone over there and clocked him one. At least. But now he just went
back to setting up his bed in the booth.
Better than the floor, he figured.
He kind of got Xander’s
point of view now. He had been a bad man. No – a monster. And actually hadn’t
been that “good” of a monster either. But that’s all over now. I’m free of
that sodding limbo. I’m a man and the demon’s my bitch. He smiled at that
thought.
As Spike watched Buffy defend
him, his ire at the boy’s sniping faded even more. Tool Boy was all just
background noise. Yes, she believes in me, he thought as he continued to
listen in on the heated debate. More importantly, I believe in me.
And I believe I want to start this vacation nice and peaceful like.
“How can you even think
of dating him again!?” Xander continued. “After what he did-”
“That wasn’t really him. It
was the demon inside him. He would never do anything like that with his soul,”
Buffy exclaimed. “Do you hold the things Angelus did against Angel?”
“Yes! Yes I do!” Xander exclaimed. “Pretty
much!” he added.
Buffy sighed. “You’re hopeless.”
“Still don’t you think it’ll creep you out
when you-”
“Good night, Xander,” Buffy said in an
aggravated tone as she slipped into bed.
4
“Hey now!” Spike protested.
“I’m just curious. I’ve
never felt fangs before. Not with my fingers anyway. Had a few in my neck, but
that’s not quite the same thing,” Buffy rambled as she continued to probe.
Spike relented.
“Just- Just don’t prick yourself, okay?
Slayer blood is pretty intoxicating,” Spike warned.
“I’m being careful.” She explored the fangs,
her fingers inadvertently brushing Spike’s tongue every now and then. When she
pulled back, after Spike became even more panty than he already was before, she
quipped, “I have just explored new levels of weirdness. I am a weirdo.” Spike
chuckled and was finally able to morph back to normal. “Sorry,” Buffy said
smiling.
“S’alright, luv. No harm done,” he replied
smiling back.
Buffy was glad to see him smiling. Then she
was distracted by a new thought. She could see he had no shirt on, but what
about pants? She knew he slept in the nude frequently. Warily she asked, “You
aren’t naked are you??” Spike chuckled again and replied in the negative as he
moved the blanket to reveal black sweat pants. “Okay, ‘cause I was about to
say…” started Buffy.
“I only do that in the privacy of my own room
at home. ’M not an exhibitionist, pet.”
“Always a plus,” she quipped again before putting
her hands on his shoulders and giving him a soft kiss. It was the first kiss
she’d given him since he’d gotten his soul back. He didn’t know why she did it.
Neither did she really. It was just an impulse. One that led to more, as she
continued to kiss his lips. Spike tentatively put his arms around her, and when
she didn’t pull away, relaxed and began kissing her back. She began to kiss him
more intensely, darting her tongue in and out of his mouth. She stopped briefly
to catch her breath.
“Buffy…” Spike began.
“I know,” she brushed her lips against his
and continued, “I love you too, William.” His expression was bittersweet as
tears rolled gently down his face. Spike opened his eyes and told Buffy that no
one had ever said ‘I love you’ to that name before. Not in a romantic way. Not
even Drusilla. Before he was Spike, he was her ‘dark prince’ or ‘Sweet Willie.’
Spike smiled as Buffy kissed his tears away.
Even though she had rescued, cared for him and believed in him, he hadn’t
allowed himself to fully hope to have his love returned. He never questioned
her attraction to him but he knew that didn’t mean love to her. He had vowed to
only believe it when he heard her say it.
After giving each other a look, Buffy and
Spike began kissing again, starting lightly and then growing more passionate.
Buffy’s hand moved down Spike’s chest and to his lap where she massaged his
growing erection through the black material of his sweat-pants. Spike inhaled
sharply and pulled back saying her name warningly. Then he looked up to the
sleeping compartments containing the others and Buffy followed his gaze and
meaning.
“Oh…” Buffy pondered for a bit and then got
up from the booth and pulled the blanket over the table, concealing the space
underneath. “There!”
Spike arched an eyebrow quizzically. Then
Buffy sat down next to him and said, “As long as we’re very quiet, we should be
okay.” Spike hesitated.
“We’re gonna be in this RV all summer. So…if
we’re going to make love, we’re going to have to use a little ingenuity and be
maybe just a little bit sneaky,” said Buffy.
Spike smiled and brushed his worries aside.
She had never referred to their sexual liaisons as ‘making love’ before. It had
always been ‘do it’ or ‘fuck.’
Buffy slid down under the table, her hand sliding
down his body as she went. Spike smiled and slid down to meet her. As Spike lay
back on the carpeted floor, Buffy straddled him placing her palms on his chest.
Spike found himself feeling a little shy and struggled not to let it show. Then
she bent down and kissed him, her hair falling around his face as she did so,
and it felt right and good and the shy feeling left him. All he wanted was to
touch and hold her and feel her love. So, Spike moved his hands up her warm
thighs and around to caress her back as he deepened the kiss.
Buffy responded by rocking her hips against
him. Then she broke the kiss and scooted back a bit, gasping for air. She moved
her hand down to his crotch again and rubbed over the hardness there. Spike let
out a shaky sigh and then whimpered a bit, trying his best to be quiet, as she
caressed and massaged his stiff cock through the black fabric.
After he began exhaling in ragged spurts, she
released him and slid forward straddling his lap again as his hands moved up
her thighs and torso. Then she leaned down as his hands moved up to cup her
breasts.
Spike rubbed his hands over the swell of
Buffy’s breasts as she pressed her groin to his. The top of her head brushed
against the underside of the table as she arched her back and sighed raggedly.
Spike let out several shaky, excited breaths and moved his hands down to her
hips, drinking in the sight of her.
Buffy looked down, and sitting up as straight
as she could, undid half the buttons on her shirt. Then she leaned forward again and moved Spike’s hand into her
shirt and placed it over her heart. Pressing her hand over his, and rocking
into him again with her hips, she whispered his name in a raspy voice.
“Spike…"
Spike closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of
her body, the feel of her skin, and the rhythm of her heartbeat.
Then she backed away, stood on her knees, and
pulled her pajama bottoms down, wriggling one leg free until they were in a wad
at the end of one ankle. Then she pulled Spike’s bottoms down enough to free
his erection and wrapped her fingers around it, eliciting a soft moan from him.
Spike’s fingers dug into the carpet as she massaged and stroked his swollen
member.
“Buffy…Oh, god~!” he struggled, as he was
filled with a new and unexpected sensation. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t felt her
touch on him there before, but now it felt different. Gentle instead of
impatient, but it was more than that. “I feel so different! This feels so
different.” Spike continued rapidly in a staccato fashion.
“Good different or bad different?” Buffy
asked as she panted lightly.
“Good,” his voice wavered. Buffy stopped a
moment as Spike continued. “Maybe- maybe it’s because of the soul.” Spike
stuttered.
Buffy nodded her head in agreement, “After
all, you don’t remember what it was like when you had a soul before you were a
vampire, I guess,” she said.
“Wouldn’t have anything to remember, even if
I could, luv.”
Buffy knit her brow in a moment of confusion
“What do you mean? Didn’t you ever-” She stopped as she came to a realization.
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Oh my god! You’re a virgin!
Well, your soul’s a virgin anyway. Wow. I’ll be dipped.”
“Thanks for not making a big deal out
of it, luv.”
“Sorry,” Buffy said as she smiled impishly.
Then she added, “Now I feel all special.” Spike smiled bemusedly.
Buffy moved forward to kiss him on the lips
and then sat up to remove her underwear. She slid it down one leg to meet her
p.j. bottoms.
Spike moved his hands over the front of her
thighs, his thumbs brushing the insides of them. Buffy let out a ragged breath
and then gasped sharply as he moved one hand up to cup her in between her legs,
his fingers brushing against her clit as he did so. The top of her head rubbed
up against the underside of the table again, as Spike moved his fingers over
her swollen cunny, feeling the warm slickness there. Her fingers found his cock
and began stroking, and then massaging it again, in return.
Buffy rubbed the head of Spike’s cock with
her thumb as she moved her fist up and down its slick surface, rolling and
working the sensitive foreskin. Spike let out more soft whimpers that would
have been moans, if they had more privacy.
Spike moved the tips of his fingers back to
Buffy’s clit and massaged it intensely, causing her to relinquish her grip on
his cock and arch her back sharply. She pressed her forehead up against the
cool surface of the table, breathing heavily and rocking her hips towards
Spike’s caress. Then she started to slip backwards and Spike grabbed her hips
with both hands to steady her.
“Careful, luv,” he whispered.
Buffy struggled to get out a “Thanks.” Then
she moved forward a little and Spike returned his hand to her pussy, sliding
two fingers into her as well this time. Buffy moaned as softly as she could
manage and then grabbed a hold of his cock once more, giving it a rhythmic
squeezing to match the treatment she was receiving.
“Oh! God! - Bloody –‘ell! – Oh, Luv! Sweet fucking
Christ almighty-!” At the end of this stream of rapture-induced
obscenities, Spike grabbed Buffy’s wrist and pulled his fingers from her quim.
“Stop- Stop a second,” he stuttered.
Buffy, panting and concerned, asked “Was I
squeezing too hard??”
“No~ I just didn’t think you’d want to make a
mess all over the underside of the table. Or yourself, for that matter,” Spike
said.
Buffy chuckled. “Yeah, we don’t want
to have a ‘There’s Something About Mary’ moment later on,” Buffy agreed.
Spike chuckled and shook his head as if to
say, No, no we don’t.
Buffy pricked her ears up for a moment,
listening to make sure everyone was still sound asleep, then turned her
attention back to Spike who was sitting up and leaning back on his hands,
panting. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled into his face. “Ready,
William?” she asked.
Spike gave her a toothy grin and replied
amusedly, “Almost doused the table, pet. I’m ready right and proper.”
“Lay down then,” she commanded lightly,
smiling. Spike obeyed and Buffy eased down onto him until he was in all the
way.
They sighed together.
Buffy looked down at Spike’s expression of
sublime contentment, closed her eyes, and sighed again. She then began
swiveling her hips in a circular motion as she ground herself into him.
“Oooh! Oohh!” Spike exclaimed a little too
loudly.
Buffy managed to get out a shaky, “Shhhh,”
and Spike turned down his volume.
Buffy had to catch herself once or twice from
bucking up and banging her head on the underside of the table. Finally, she
bent down over Spike, face to face. “Can you hold me down?”
“Could. Could also give you a hand,” Spike
replied
Spike placed his hands on her hips and began
moving them for her. Buffy pressed her body against him tightly and let out a
soft moan. Spike moved his hands to her buttocks and continued moving her
against himself.
Buffy moaned again and brushed her lips
against his. Soon they were kissing passionately only taking brief breaks for
Buffy to breathe.
Spike rocked her against him faster and
faster. Buffy stopped kissing and made desperate, happy, little noises against
his neck as she raced towards climax. As she came, her nails dug into the
carpet and her mouth opened wide in a silent scream that became a squeak. Spike
hugged her tightly and buried his face in her neck, muffling himself as he
spent into her while she continued to spasm against him.
They clung to each other as they came down
from their climax.
“Love you,” Buffy said as she nuzzled his
neck, still panting. “Love you, Spike.”
Spike kissed her forehead. “Love you too,
pet.” He sighed, “God, how I love you.”
They lay there in each other’s embrace for a
while longer.
5
Silverware clinked against dishes as Buffy
and Spike ate the mud pie Buffy had been craving earlier. They’d gotten dressed
and removed the blanket from atop the table, and so far no one was wise to
their romp through the proverbial hay. They ate in silence, savoring the
chocolaty goodness in the afterglow.
As they finished their pie, they both sighed
and leaned back in the booth.
Sleep soon claimed them.
6
The other Scoobies awoke and climbed down
from their beds. As they zombied over to the table they spied Buffy and Spike,
still sound asleep, leaning back in the booth, and leaning on each other.
“Awww~” exclaimed Willow.
“Ugh!” Xander spat in disgust. “What does she
see in this guy?!”
“Don’t be such a pooh!” scolded Willow.
“Spike’s very nice if you give him a chance. You just have to look past the
whole bad boy attitude.”
“I hate the bad boy attitude! And I’m not a
pooh! You’re the pooh!” Xander volleyed back indignantly.
Dawn opened the fridge looking for something
to eat, rolled her eyes and sighed at the bickering behind her.
--- To be
continued
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