"Are we there yet." Buffy asked. Spike sighed.
"No. For the ten thousanth time, we are not there yet."
"I just can't wait." Buffy explained, ignoring Spike's remark. "I love
the ocean." Buffy explained.
"I know you do slayer, but we aren't getting there any faster by having you
ask if we're there every five seconds."
"Fine, fine, I'll take a nap." Buffy said, smiling. However, to Spike's
delight, instead of leaning against he cool glass of the window, Buffy
rested her head on the crook of his arm and snuggled closer. Spike leaned
down and kissed the top of her head. Buffy sighed, content.
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"Slayer, we're there." Spike said, gently shaking Buffy awake as he parked the car in front of the beach house, which was right next to the beach. "Uhuh." The slayer groaned sleepily. "We're there." Spike whispered once more. Buffy looked up into Spike's bright eyes before placing a firm kiss on his lips. "What was that for?" Spike asked. Buffy shrugged before climbing onto Spike's lap and showering kisses all over his face. Spike returned her kisses eagerly, grinding his pelvis lightly into hers. However, Spike abruptly stopped. "What's wrong?" Buffy asked, slightly out of breath. "Nothing." Spike said, pushing Buffy off him and opening the car door. Buffy followed Spike out of the car door. She was going to bring up what had just happened. However, the look on Spike's face stopped her. Spike was staring at her with a mixture of fascination, fear, and utter devotion and love. Buffy stared back. Spike didn't know what to do. He could feel himself reacting to Buffy. Just her presence drove him over the edge. And her touches only furthered his arousal. Spike tapped into his vampiric hearing, and could hear the blood rushing through her veins, and hear unsteady breathing, due to many kisses. Spike wanted her. That much he knew. But Buffy was like forbidden fruit. A slayer, pure and innocent, as well as tough and strong. Buffy wanted Spike. She could feel herself reacting to him. Just his presence drove her over the edge. His touches and kisses made her lose her mind, and she felt like they were the only two people on earth. Wished that they were the only two people on earth. Buffy wanted him, that she knew. Spike was everything she had ever looked for. Sweet and caring, sensual, handsome, strong, and lively. "Let's put our stuff away and then head to the beach." Buffy suggested. "We can watch the sunset." Spike was happy for he change of subject and smiled, taking Buffy's hand and opening the trunk of the car with the other as they pulled their luggage out of the car. "Good god woman, how many pairs of shoes did you pack?" Spike asked with a smile, as he unloaded Buffy's two suitcases, both heavy, and then his small, overnight bag. "I want to look my best." Buffy said. Spike bit back a remark about Buffy not needing any clothes if she wanted to look her best. He didn't want to push his luck, especially after what had just happened. The beach house was beautiful. It had two bedrooms, a small living room, and a small kitchen. A wide window offered a beautiful view of the ocean, it's waves rolling and crashing just a yard away. The pair dropped their luggage in the middle of the living room floor. "Let's go tot he beach." Buffy suggested. Spike agreed. The beach was clearing out and Spike and Buffy managed to find a small area near the sand dunes where they could be alone. Buffy sat, hugging her knees to her chest until Spike wrapped a protective arm around her, and she snuggled into his embrace. "Tell me about what it was like for you, when you were little." Buffy commanded, her voice soft and loving. Spike hesitated a moment. However, one look at Buffy's puppy dog eyes, and Spike knew he could never refuse her anything, especially such a small request. "My father wanted me to be a carpenter." Spike began, with no introduction. Buffy nodded along. "But I wanted to be anything but that. I wanted to be a poet. To write about the beauty and mystery all around me. To write about love. I thought there was nothing better than that." Spike said honestly. Telling Buffy the truth, simply not adding details about the time period. "My mum died when I was very young. I was only seven when she passed away. We were close, closer than most mothers were to their son's. Sometimes, I go to the cemetery where she was buried and leave poems there." Buffy closed her eyes lightly, enjoying the sound of Spike's words and the warm feeling they left inside her. Spike continued, finding that he was unable to stop. No one had ever asked him about his family and childhood as eagerly as the slayer had. No body had ever wanted to know. "I had one sister, Elizabeth. She was beautiful. You remind me of her. She was independent, never wanting help when she thought she could do it herself. But sometimes, she would open up to me and I found a young girl who needed companionship more badly then even she knew. She died without love though. There was an attack, while I was out, she, my father and our maid we're the only ones home, they died." "Vampire's?" Buffy asked, a tear rolling down her cheek in sorrow for Spike, a man who had overcome so much. Spike nodded. However, he didn't tell her that it had been Angelus, Darla and Drusillia who had done it, wanting to send him a message. "Couldn't your sister fight, being given superhuman strength?" Buffy asked, not wanting to pry, but at the same time curious, and wanting Spike to open up to her about this. "These vampire's, they were strong, and old. Liz couldn't protect herself." Spike explained. "She was only fourteen." "I'm so sorry." Buffy whispered, hugging Spike tightly. "I tried becoming a carpenter, wanting to please my Dad, though he was already dead." Spike continued. "But I couldn't. So I tried to please my mum. I knew that she would want me to be happy. So I went to a university and majored in English." Spike said, smiling as he spoke of a life which he had started, before being turned into a vampire. "Then why are you interning for the mayor?" Buffy asked, reminding Spike of the lies that he had told. "I.uh.." Spike stuttered for a moment. "I want to write political speeches. Beautiful and passionate speeches for people to deliver. Speeches that the entire world will hear." Spike lied easily, smiling widely as he got caught up in his fantasy life. "That's amazing." Buffy said. "Your amazing." She continued. "I know, I know." Spike said, sarcastically. "I'm serious." Buffy insisted. The sun began to set and the pair sat in a comfortable silence. The beach cleared out as the few people left reacted to the chill of the wind, and Buffy and Spike snuggled closer together. Buffy broke the silence with a remark that startled Spike. "Do you want to have sex with me?"
Back in Sunnyhell
"Is Buffy here?" Angel asked, entering the library. The scoobies looked up startled. Xander and Willow were researching a demon the gang had attempted to kill on patrol, (it had gotten away), and Giles had just come out of his office, holding a heavy book on demons in his hand. "Angel." Giles said, surprised. The gang hadn't seen Angel since word of Buffy and his break up got around. Xander smiled and rubbed his palms together like villain's in comic books, he couldn't wait to taunt Angel with news of Buffy and her new boyfriend going to the shore this weekend. "I need to talk to Buffy." Angel said. "I have some news about a vampire." "Buffy's out of town." Giles said, before Xander had a chance to speak. "I went to her house and Joyce's car is still in the driveway." Angel remarked in confusion. "Buffy had someone drive her. She's going to the beach with a friend." Willow said, cutting Xander off similarly to how Giles had. "Oh." Angel said, seeing through their lie, but trying not to brood. If he couldn't be with Buffy, he would still save her from danger. "Perhaps we may be of service." Giles said. "There's a vampire that I just received word might come into town any day now. His name is William the Bloody. He goes by a nickname, but I think he'll be listed under that name." Angel explained. "You know a lot about him?" Willow asked, surprised. "He's mine." Angel said, shortly. "Oh." Xander said, not sure what to say to that. "Are you sure you want to help kill him?" Giles asked, knowing that vampire bonds with their childe were strong. "I'll at least give you information. This vampire, he's strong, and dangerous. And don't think that tales of Buffy's greatness will deter him. He's killed slayer's before." Angel said. "Well, I suppose we should start researching him." Giles said, turning to Willow and Xander. The trio turned to Angel, only to find had disappeared once more.
"I'd rather be miserable with you than without you." -Gigi, from the movie "Gigi"
*Next chapter will be NC-17*
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"Slayer, we're there." Spike said, gently shaking Buffy awake as he parked the car in front of the beach house, which was right next to the beach. "Uhuh." The slayer groaned sleepily. "We're there." Spike whispered once more. Buffy looked up into Spike's bright eyes before placing a firm kiss on his lips. "What was that for?" Spike asked. Buffy shrugged before climbing onto Spike's lap and showering kisses all over his face. Spike returned her kisses eagerly, grinding his pelvis lightly into hers. However, Spike abruptly stopped. "What's wrong?" Buffy asked, slightly out of breath. "Nothing." Spike said, pushing Buffy off him and opening the car door. Buffy followed Spike out of the car door. She was going to bring up what had just happened. However, the look on Spike's face stopped her. Spike was staring at her with a mixture of fascination, fear, and utter devotion and love. Buffy stared back. Spike didn't know what to do. He could feel himself reacting to Buffy. Just her presence drove him over the edge. And her touches only furthered his arousal. Spike tapped into his vampiric hearing, and could hear the blood rushing through her veins, and hear unsteady breathing, due to many kisses. Spike wanted her. That much he knew. But Buffy was like forbidden fruit. A slayer, pure and innocent, as well as tough and strong. Buffy wanted Spike. She could feel herself reacting to him. Just his presence drove her over the edge. His touches and kisses made her lose her mind, and she felt like they were the only two people on earth. Wished that they were the only two people on earth. Buffy wanted him, that she knew. Spike was everything she had ever looked for. Sweet and caring, sensual, handsome, strong, and lively. "Let's put our stuff away and then head to the beach." Buffy suggested. "We can watch the sunset." Spike was happy for he change of subject and smiled, taking Buffy's hand and opening the trunk of the car with the other as they pulled their luggage out of the car. "Good god woman, how many pairs of shoes did you pack?" Spike asked with a smile, as he unloaded Buffy's two suitcases, both heavy, and then his small, overnight bag. "I want to look my best." Buffy said. Spike bit back a remark about Buffy not needing any clothes if she wanted to look her best. He didn't want to push his luck, especially after what had just happened. The beach house was beautiful. It had two bedrooms, a small living room, and a small kitchen. A wide window offered a beautiful view of the ocean, it's waves rolling and crashing just a yard away. The pair dropped their luggage in the middle of the living room floor. "Let's go tot he beach." Buffy suggested. Spike agreed. The beach was clearing out and Spike and Buffy managed to find a small area near the sand dunes where they could be alone. Buffy sat, hugging her knees to her chest until Spike wrapped a protective arm around her, and she snuggled into his embrace. "Tell me about what it was like for you, when you were little." Buffy commanded, her voice soft and loving. Spike hesitated a moment. However, one look at Buffy's puppy dog eyes, and Spike knew he could never refuse her anything, especially such a small request. "My father wanted me to be a carpenter." Spike began, with no introduction. Buffy nodded along. "But I wanted to be anything but that. I wanted to be a poet. To write about the beauty and mystery all around me. To write about love. I thought there was nothing better than that." Spike said honestly. Telling Buffy the truth, simply not adding details about the time period. "My mum died when I was very young. I was only seven when she passed away. We were close, closer than most mothers were to their son's. Sometimes, I go to the cemetery where she was buried and leave poems there." Buffy closed her eyes lightly, enjoying the sound of Spike's words and the warm feeling they left inside her. Spike continued, finding that he was unable to stop. No one had ever asked him about his family and childhood as eagerly as the slayer had. No body had ever wanted to know. "I had one sister, Elizabeth. She was beautiful. You remind me of her. She was independent, never wanting help when she thought she could do it herself. But sometimes, she would open up to me and I found a young girl who needed companionship more badly then even she knew. She died without love though. There was an attack, while I was out, she, my father and our maid we're the only ones home, they died." "Vampire's?" Buffy asked, a tear rolling down her cheek in sorrow for Spike, a man who had overcome so much. Spike nodded. However, he didn't tell her that it had been Angelus, Darla and Drusillia who had done it, wanting to send him a message. "Couldn't your sister fight, being given superhuman strength?" Buffy asked, not wanting to pry, but at the same time curious, and wanting Spike to open up to her about this. "These vampire's, they were strong, and old. Liz couldn't protect herself." Spike explained. "She was only fourteen." "I'm so sorry." Buffy whispered, hugging Spike tightly. "I tried becoming a carpenter, wanting to please my Dad, though he was already dead." Spike continued. "But I couldn't. So I tried to please my mum. I knew that she would want me to be happy. So I went to a university and majored in English." Spike said, smiling as he spoke of a life which he had started, before being turned into a vampire. "Then why are you interning for the mayor?" Buffy asked, reminding Spike of the lies that he had told. "I.uh.." Spike stuttered for a moment. "I want to write political speeches. Beautiful and passionate speeches for people to deliver. Speeches that the entire world will hear." Spike lied easily, smiling widely as he got caught up in his fantasy life. "That's amazing." Buffy said. "Your amazing." She continued. "I know, I know." Spike said, sarcastically. "I'm serious." Buffy insisted. The sun began to set and the pair sat in a comfortable silence. The beach cleared out as the few people left reacted to the chill of the wind, and Buffy and Spike snuggled closer together. Buffy broke the silence with a remark that startled Spike. "Do you want to have sex with me?"
Back in Sunnyhell
"Is Buffy here?" Angel asked, entering the library. The scoobies looked up startled. Xander and Willow were researching a demon the gang had attempted to kill on patrol, (it had gotten away), and Giles had just come out of his office, holding a heavy book on demons in his hand. "Angel." Giles said, surprised. The gang hadn't seen Angel since word of Buffy and his break up got around. Xander smiled and rubbed his palms together like villain's in comic books, he couldn't wait to taunt Angel with news of Buffy and her new boyfriend going to the shore this weekend. "I need to talk to Buffy." Angel said. "I have some news about a vampire." "Buffy's out of town." Giles said, before Xander had a chance to speak. "I went to her house and Joyce's car is still in the driveway." Angel remarked in confusion. "Buffy had someone drive her. She's going to the beach with a friend." Willow said, cutting Xander off similarly to how Giles had. "Oh." Angel said, seeing through their lie, but trying not to brood. If he couldn't be with Buffy, he would still save her from danger. "Perhaps we may be of service." Giles said. "There's a vampire that I just received word might come into town any day now. His name is William the Bloody. He goes by a nickname, but I think he'll be listed under that name." Angel explained. "You know a lot about him?" Willow asked, surprised. "He's mine." Angel said, shortly. "Oh." Xander said, not sure what to say to that. "Are you sure you want to help kill him?" Giles asked, knowing that vampire bonds with their childe were strong. "I'll at least give you information. This vampire, he's strong, and dangerous. And don't think that tales of Buffy's greatness will deter him. He's killed slayer's before." Angel said. "Well, I suppose we should start researching him." Giles said, turning to Willow and Xander. The trio turned to Angel, only to find had disappeared once more.
"I'd rather be miserable with you than without you." -Gigi, from the movie "Gigi"
*Next chapter will be NC-17*