Hot and Bothered
Buffy woke up covered in sweat. The digital alarm clock on her night stand read 2:04 am. "What the hell?" she thought. "It is Christmas Eve. I know this is Sunnydale, but man, this is stifling!" Stripping off her comforter and sheets, the Slayer made her way out of bed, fully aware that her tank top was sticking unmercifully to her breasts. Not counting on anyone else being awake, she padded downstairs to check the thermostat. It read 89 degrees. "Damn! Just yesterday it was 65 degrees outside. What is going on?"
Opening the front door, Buffy stepped outside and onto the porch. No breeze. No clouds. No one. Walking out a little further, she looked up at the stars. Each one shown brightly and clearly. Star light, star bright. A cigarette butt, still smoking, landed on the porch beside her bare feet.
"I got you an ash tray. It is on the table by the back door. Don't butt up my yard," she said annoyed, but without looking behind her. She felt him close to her back.
"Speaking of asses, luv," he retorted, "Are you usually out of the house without yours covered?"
Spinning around with slayer speed, Buffy realized that she was on her front porch in only a thong and tank – still sweating. Spike stood perfectly still with his head slightly cocked to one side, a smirk revealing his satisfaction.
He was the first to speak, as the crimson on Buffy's cheeks had rendered her speechless. "Now's not the time to be modest, luv."
"All the same, I guess I should go back in," she replied, walking through the front door. "Are you coming?" Never passing up an invite, the vamp followed her inside.
"It is so freakin' hot! Do you know what is going on with the weather?" Buffy panted.
"Sure don't, luv. But even I'm beginning to get hot. And its not just because of you."
"I'm going to put on some shorts and pull my hair back. I'll meet you in the kitchen. I'm pretty sure there are some icy pops in the freezer."
As Buffy went upstairs, Spike headed for the fridge. "Damn, I picked a good night to visit. And its Christmas. All she needs is a big bow," he thought, smiling.
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Buffy reached her bedroom to realize she was covered in a new sweat. "Great," she thought. "Like I am going to cool off any while he is here. Okay – breath mints. Here they are." She put on a pair of old boxers and bounced back downstairs, anxious to see what Spike had in store for her tonight. She found her lover with his head stuck in the freezer.
"Hey, save some of that cold for me!"
"I though I was cold enough for you," he replied.
"Sorry. Not tonight you aren't. Did you find the icy pops?"
"Yeah. They were in the back. And I found an old bag of blood, too. Probably freezer burnt, though," he explained, holding up the frosted packet. "What a waste."
"Hand me a blue one?" Buffy asked.
"Blue? Yuck. Why do you pick the bloody nastiest flavor?"
"And I suppose you prefer the red ones?"
"Actually grape is my favorite. Not like I have had too many of them. They would have been pretty hard to keep frozen back in my day."
"You think you are funny, do you?" Buffy joked. "Hey – what were you doing here, anyways? I thought we agreed you would come over tonight for the party."
"Yeah, I know. But I was just walking by. I do that at least once a night after I know you've gone to sleep. Just to make sure."
"How sweet of you. But I know its really because you are waiting for the off chance I'll be outside half-naked."
"Like I couldn't see you half-naked, or any other kind of naked, at any time," Spike replied, moving closer to Buffy, who was leaned up against the refrigerator door. She was slowly sucking on her icy pop, looking so damn sexy, even though her lips were starting to turn an eerie blue color. A dead color.
Buffy caught that look in his eye as he made his way closer to her. That sparkle. Almost alive. No. Very much alive. Her pulse began to quicken, and she felt her blood pumping in places all over her body.
Spike, now standing practically nose to nose with her, sensed a change in her body, but was able to control himself and simply suck on his grape pop. He stared her straight in the eye, and she didn't back away. She stared right back. But she couldn't hide her excitement – not from him.
And so they stood there in silence until each had licked up every drop of their now melted pops. With no excuse to keep them apart any longer, Buffy made the first move. Pulling in a large breath, she reached her hand out for Spike's belt buckle. Just as her fingers made contact, however, Spike grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into him. Their lips locked at once, and they quickly worked to devour one another. Clothes flew across the kitchen and soft moans were all that could be heard throughout the Summers' house.
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"Um, Buffy. Hey Buffy. Please wake up."
Buffy slowly blinked her eyes, trying to focus in on the image she thought was talking to her. She recognized a pair of fluffy slippers and then knees and then a red silk robe and then long brown hair. Tara. What!?
"Oh my God," Buffy whispered.
"Buffy, I am not looking . . . You know, if you want to, um, get dressed or something," Tara stammered.
So Buffy was sprawled out on the kitchen floor. Naked. Spike. No Spike. No Spike!? "Why the hell didn't he wake me up? I am going to kill him," she growled under her breath.
"Tara, I am really sorry about this. I owe you an explanation."
"Buffy, um, this is your house. If you want to, um, sleep naked in your kitchen I guess you can," the confused witch replied.
As Buffy began to gather her clothes, she said, "No, Tara. Spike was here a few hours ago. I woke up because of the heat and he was outside and we ate icy pops and then we, well, and I guess I fell asleep and the bastard left and now I am going to dust him. I am really embarrassed. And I am dressed now." As the words poured out, she grew more flushed and more furious.
"I think we should act like this never happened," suggested Tara.
"Well, I certainly won't tell anyone if you don't," agreed Buffy.
"Deal," they both said in unison.
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Buffy left Tara to breakfast and went upstairs to take a long cold shower. The hear was relentless! She met Willow in the hallway, coming out of her room in a cute two-piece bathing suit.
"Morning Buffy!" she chirped. "Pretty odd weather, huh?"
"Yeah. Hey Will, do you know what is going on? You haven't been — "
"No! Buffy, I swear it s not me," the red-headed witch whined.
"I know. I'm sorry Will. Its just that this is all so strange. Yesterday it was all cool and today its Christmas Eve and you're in a bathing suit."
"I really don't know. Its not all bad, though. Me and Tara woke up all hot and bothered last night around 3am and, well, never mind."
"I know exactly what you mean," Buffy said, smirking.
"Huh?" questioned Willow.
"Nothing. I mean I woke up all sweaty last night, too. But seriously, we should talk to Giles tonight at the party. It could be some beastie. I am going to get in the shower."
"Okay. Wait! I forgot. Tara and I were thinking of heading down to the beach later. You know, singing Christmas carols while making sand castles. Hence the bikini."
"I think I will pass. I have to clean up the house a little and start cooking. But thanks," replied Buffy.
"Okey-dokey – see you for breakfast then."
Willow skipped downstairs, obviously glowing from her "hot" night, as Buffy turned on the cold water tap. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror as she took off her clothes. She saw her hair all knotted and stuck to the back of her neck. She saw the scars covering her body. One on her left shoulder. Two across her abdomen. Several on her right shin. And very small, yet distinct puncture marks under her right ear lobe.
"Don't," she thought. "That's all in the past. I am in the now."
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Buffy supposed she had taken a little too long getting showered and dressed. She found a note from Willow and Tara on the kitchen counter.
Buf –
We wanted to get on down to the beach.
Your breakfast is in the microwave –
pancakes! They are yummy! Have a great day!
We will be home around 3pm to help you get
ready for tonight.
Merry X-Mas Eve!
Will & Tara
Looking at the oven clock, Buffy saw that it was already 11am. "Perfect," she thought. "He will still be sleeping soundly." She grabbed a stake and headed out the back door.
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Buffy woke up covered in sweat. The digital alarm clock on her night stand read 2:04 am. "What the hell?" she thought. "It is Christmas Eve. I know this is Sunnydale, but man, this is stifling!" Stripping off her comforter and sheets, the Slayer made her way out of bed, fully aware that her tank top was sticking unmercifully to her breasts. Not counting on anyone else being awake, she padded downstairs to check the thermostat. It read 89 degrees. "Damn! Just yesterday it was 65 degrees outside. What is going on?"
Opening the front door, Buffy stepped outside and onto the porch. No breeze. No clouds. No one. Walking out a little further, she looked up at the stars. Each one shown brightly and clearly. Star light, star bright. A cigarette butt, still smoking, landed on the porch beside her bare feet.
"I got you an ash tray. It is on the table by the back door. Don't butt up my yard," she said annoyed, but without looking behind her. She felt him close to her back.
"Speaking of asses, luv," he retorted, "Are you usually out of the house without yours covered?"
Spinning around with slayer speed, Buffy realized that she was on her front porch in only a thong and tank – still sweating. Spike stood perfectly still with his head slightly cocked to one side, a smirk revealing his satisfaction.
He was the first to speak, as the crimson on Buffy's cheeks had rendered her speechless. "Now's not the time to be modest, luv."
"All the same, I guess I should go back in," she replied, walking through the front door. "Are you coming?" Never passing up an invite, the vamp followed her inside.
"It is so freakin' hot! Do you know what is going on with the weather?" Buffy panted.
"Sure don't, luv. But even I'm beginning to get hot. And its not just because of you."
"I'm going to put on some shorts and pull my hair back. I'll meet you in the kitchen. I'm pretty sure there are some icy pops in the freezer."
As Buffy went upstairs, Spike headed for the fridge. "Damn, I picked a good night to visit. And its Christmas. All she needs is a big bow," he thought, smiling.
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Buffy reached her bedroom to realize she was covered in a new sweat. "Great," she thought. "Like I am going to cool off any while he is here. Okay – breath mints. Here they are." She put on a pair of old boxers and bounced back downstairs, anxious to see what Spike had in store for her tonight. She found her lover with his head stuck in the freezer.
"Hey, save some of that cold for me!"
"I though I was cold enough for you," he replied.
"Sorry. Not tonight you aren't. Did you find the icy pops?"
"Yeah. They were in the back. And I found an old bag of blood, too. Probably freezer burnt, though," he explained, holding up the frosted packet. "What a waste."
"Hand me a blue one?" Buffy asked.
"Blue? Yuck. Why do you pick the bloody nastiest flavor?"
"And I suppose you prefer the red ones?"
"Actually grape is my favorite. Not like I have had too many of them. They would have been pretty hard to keep frozen back in my day."
"You think you are funny, do you?" Buffy joked. "Hey – what were you doing here, anyways? I thought we agreed you would come over tonight for the party."
"Yeah, I know. But I was just walking by. I do that at least once a night after I know you've gone to sleep. Just to make sure."
"How sweet of you. But I know its really because you are waiting for the off chance I'll be outside half-naked."
"Like I couldn't see you half-naked, or any other kind of naked, at any time," Spike replied, moving closer to Buffy, who was leaned up against the refrigerator door. She was slowly sucking on her icy pop, looking so damn sexy, even though her lips were starting to turn an eerie blue color. A dead color.
Buffy caught that look in his eye as he made his way closer to her. That sparkle. Almost alive. No. Very much alive. Her pulse began to quicken, and she felt her blood pumping in places all over her body.
Spike, now standing practically nose to nose with her, sensed a change in her body, but was able to control himself and simply suck on his grape pop. He stared her straight in the eye, and she didn't back away. She stared right back. But she couldn't hide her excitement – not from him.
And so they stood there in silence until each had licked up every drop of their now melted pops. With no excuse to keep them apart any longer, Buffy made the first move. Pulling in a large breath, she reached her hand out for Spike's belt buckle. Just as her fingers made contact, however, Spike grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into him. Their lips locked at once, and they quickly worked to devour one another. Clothes flew across the kitchen and soft moans were all that could be heard throughout the Summers' house.
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"Um, Buffy. Hey Buffy. Please wake up."
Buffy slowly blinked her eyes, trying to focus in on the image she thought was talking to her. She recognized a pair of fluffy slippers and then knees and then a red silk robe and then long brown hair. Tara. What!?
"Oh my God," Buffy whispered.
"Buffy, I am not looking . . . You know, if you want to, um, get dressed or something," Tara stammered.
So Buffy was sprawled out on the kitchen floor. Naked. Spike. No Spike. No Spike!? "Why the hell didn't he wake me up? I am going to kill him," she growled under her breath.
"Tara, I am really sorry about this. I owe you an explanation."
"Buffy, um, this is your house. If you want to, um, sleep naked in your kitchen I guess you can," the confused witch replied.
As Buffy began to gather her clothes, she said, "No, Tara. Spike was here a few hours ago. I woke up because of the heat and he was outside and we ate icy pops and then we, well, and I guess I fell asleep and the bastard left and now I am going to dust him. I am really embarrassed. And I am dressed now." As the words poured out, she grew more flushed and more furious.
"I think we should act like this never happened," suggested Tara.
"Well, I certainly won't tell anyone if you don't," agreed Buffy.
"Deal," they both said in unison.
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Buffy left Tara to breakfast and went upstairs to take a long cold shower. The hear was relentless! She met Willow in the hallway, coming out of her room in a cute two-piece bathing suit.
"Morning Buffy!" she chirped. "Pretty odd weather, huh?"
"Yeah. Hey Will, do you know what is going on? You haven't been — "
"No! Buffy, I swear it s not me," the red-headed witch whined.
"I know. I'm sorry Will. Its just that this is all so strange. Yesterday it was all cool and today its Christmas Eve and you're in a bathing suit."
"I really don't know. Its not all bad, though. Me and Tara woke up all hot and bothered last night around 3am and, well, never mind."
"I know exactly what you mean," Buffy said, smirking.
"Huh?" questioned Willow.
"Nothing. I mean I woke up all sweaty last night, too. But seriously, we should talk to Giles tonight at the party. It could be some beastie. I am going to get in the shower."
"Okay. Wait! I forgot. Tara and I were thinking of heading down to the beach later. You know, singing Christmas carols while making sand castles. Hence the bikini."
"I think I will pass. I have to clean up the house a little and start cooking. But thanks," replied Buffy.
"Okey-dokey – see you for breakfast then."
Willow skipped downstairs, obviously glowing from her "hot" night, as Buffy turned on the cold water tap. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror as she took off her clothes. She saw her hair all knotted and stuck to the back of her neck. She saw the scars covering her body. One on her left shoulder. Two across her abdomen. Several on her right shin. And very small, yet distinct puncture marks under her right ear lobe.
"Don't," she thought. "That's all in the past. I am in the now."
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Buffy supposed she had taken a little too long getting showered and dressed. She found a note from Willow and Tara on the kitchen counter.
Buf –
We wanted to get on down to the beach.
Your breakfast is in the microwave –
pancakes! They are yummy! Have a great day!
We will be home around 3pm to help you get
ready for tonight.
Merry X-Mas Eve!
Will & Tara
Looking at the oven clock, Buffy saw that it was already 11am. "Perfect," she thought. "He will still be sleeping soundly." She grabbed a stake and headed out the back door.
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