Chapter 9

Buffy unlocked the door and walked in, kicking it shut with her foot after she entered. In her hands, she held a stack of mail that she was quickly flipping through. Her name caught her eye, and she pulled that one out, before walking to the kitchen table, and depositing the rest for Xander and Will to look through. On the corkboard hanging on the wall, a message for her caught her eye.

Buffy- Willow called, will call back later.

Pulling the message down, she shoved it into her pocket, and made her way upstairs for fresh clothes. The cloying scent of grease was clogging her pores and taste buds. She got out a pair of well-worn jeans that hugged her curves nicely, and a black sweater. Both were nice and comfortable, so she wouldn't have to worry about wanting to change into pajamas during the movies later that night. She glanced at her side clock, and thought it was more then time to wake Will up.

Grinning at her evil thoughts, Buffy went into the kitchen first, and grabbed a few ice cubes. She moved quickly to Will's bedroom, and listened for movement first. After ascertaining that there was none, she slowly opened the door and peeped in. He was laying on the bed sound asleep with a sheet coming up to his waist. Taking only a moment to pause and take his form in appreciatively, Buffy moved silently towards him.

A slight giggle threatened to escape, so she slammed her free hand over her mouth, then held the ice over his body, and tightened her grip. As her body heat melted the ice, she could feel her hand filling with icy liquid. Another moment, and she relaxed her fist, letting the cool water drop against his warm skin. Will grumbled in his sleep, and burrowed his head under the pillow, and then stopped moving again.

Her sides began to twinge with her unreleased giggles, and she quickly dropped one of the two cubes on his neck. He jerked at that, and as he did, she lifted the sheet and tossed the second one down towards his legs. Buffy quickly turned towards the door, and had just made it to it when she heard his loud growl, and subsequent yelp.

"What the bloody hell!" She darted out the door, and stopped for a brief moment to look back towards him. Oh, my god, he's… oh, lord, turn around, Buffy thought as she forced herself to turn around, and dash into the bathroom. She leaned back against the door, breathing hard as her mind kept slipping back to Will's naked form.

A scant moment later, he was pounding on the door. "Open the damn door, Buffy, you have paybacks coming!"

"No way, not now, not ever!" Buffy found herself giggling as she stood in the bathroom. She had the door locked, but she wouldn't be able to stay in there forever. "Besides, it was more then time to wake up! You promised pizza and movies, and I saw neither!"

"Buffy! Lemme in!" He pounded again, before it abruptly stopped, and she started breathing easier when she heard him walk away. Buffy glanced down at her clothes, and groaned, remembering that she had left her clean clothes upstairs in her hurry to wake Will up. Sighing, Buffy glanced around the room for her robe, and didn't see that, either. She saw Will's hanging up on the back of the door, and that was all, except for some towels. Just as she stepped to the shower to turn it on, she heard the knob rattling again.

Before she had a chance to prop her body against it again, Will had it unlocked, and came charging through, his hand bulging with ice. "Payback time, Summers!" She squealed and tried to scurry around him, but his arms circled around her waist, and dragged her close to his body. As she struggled to get away, he managed to get a few cubes down the back of her uniform, which caused a loud squeal to emit from her.

As she squirmed, he started to tickle. She managed to wiggle her body down his, until she was nearly out of his arms and on the floor. Unfortunately, he followed, and soon, they were rolling around the floor of the bathroom, his fingers arching and bending against her skin, and her body responding likewise. As suddenly as the attack started, they both stopped, he with his upper body leaning over her, and her looking up at him from the floor.

Without thought to the action, his head dipped down, and he claimed her mouth with his own. It was soft and teasing, unlike their previous kiss. His tongue swept out to dance across her lips, but as she opened her mouth to give it access, he pulled it back, and started to gently suck and nibble on her lower lip. Gasping in surprise and delight, Buffy's eyes closed and her head slanted back ever so slightly. Her fingers found the short curls at the nape of his neck, and wound through them to pull his head as close as she could get it.

Feeling exploded in Will's body as he savored her skin. Strawberries, he thought, she tastes like strawberries in the summer. He maneuvered his body over hers, and felt her legs part to embrace him against her body. Her legs didn't open that wide, due to the uniform she was wearing, but it was enough contact to send his previously dizzy emotions reeling.

Will's tongue moved back over her lower lip, soothing the plump flesh. Finally, though, his tongue dipped into her searing mouth, and tasted her fully. Under him, as he tasted her, she wiggled her bottom around until her legs were liberated of the bottom of the dress. She wrapped the legs around his waist completely then, and locked her ankles to hold him where he was.

Moaning her name out, he pulled back just enough to look down into her face. Her eyes were ablaze with passion, just as he knew his own were. She nodded to his unasked question, and his mouth was back on hers, harder and more passionately this time. His lower body began to rub against her gently, massaging her thighs with his rough hastily thrown on jeans.

"Wow, and I thought walking in on my parents would be scarring!" Xander's voice penetrated the fog of her mind, and Buffy pulled back her head as Will sat up off her. Before he moved completely, he helped her tug her uniform back down. She was beet red as her eyes avoided Xander's as she scooted to a standing position. She heard a feminine giggle behind her, and turned. To her acute mortification, Willow was standing behind Xander now.

"Buffy, I must say, this is a side I haven't seen since- well, ever. Cute panties, where'd you get em?" Willow was grinning ear to ear as Buffy sat there, horrified. Will stood up, and shooed Xander and Willow out the door before casting a glance back at Buffy.

"Hey, you alright?" She looked up, still as red as a tomato, and nodded. "Right then. You gonna shower, or what?"

"I need to take a shower. Oh, can you do me a favor?" Buffy asked softly.

"Sure pet, what is it?"

"In my hurry to attack you with the ice, I left my clean clothes upstairs. Can you grab them off my bed? It's the jeans and black pullover."

"Right, then. I'll be back down in a moment." He winked and disappeared out the door. Buffy sat quietly for a moment, and let her mind drift back to the bliss she felt a few moments before utter and total humiliation set in. She heard Xander introducing Willow to Will, and a minute later, he was knocking on the door, and passing her clothes to her.

"I'll be out in a few, alright?"

"Take your time, love. When you get out, we can go pick out some video's, if you want?" She nodded, and he smiled before closing the door.

Buffy smiled the entire time she was in the shower.

***AN: Ok, was that enough to appease the Spuffy requirements for now? ;)