There Spike stood in front of the goal, sweat glistening off his perfect
washboard abs. He looked over to the stands to where Buffy stood holding
hands with Willow silently cheering him on. The score was tied 10-10, and
Angel was the only thing standing between Spike and the final goal of the
game. Spike glanced again at Buffy as she mouthed slowly, "I Love you,"
and blew him a sweet kiss. Spike caught it in his left hand just as the
band struck up the first bars of the theme of "Chariot's of Fire." He
looked straight into the angry eyes of 'the great poof' and approached the
checkered ball with purpose. Spike swung one finely muscled leg and hit
the ball perfectly in the center and watched as it sailed right past Angel
and into the goal.
The crowd burst into cheers as they stormed the field running towards their new hero. Buffy pushed her way through the masses, finally finding her way to the man of her dreams. Spike picked her up and swung her around. The fans seemed to disappear as he captured her lips in a bruising kiss. She pulled away breathlessly panting and said with a wide smile "Nine. I can't believe it."
Spike grinned widely, "Me neither," he pulled her tightly to his body, feeling every inch of her pressed to him, "Nine goals in one game, that's my new record." He nuzzled her neck, inhaling the vanilla scent of her hair. "You're my good luck charm." He pulled back to look deeply in her eyes and leaned in for another kiss. Buffy stopped his approach by placing a firm hand on his chest. She then stared at him blankly and said in a flat voice, "It's that time."
Spike leered at his girl suggestively, gently tracing his fingertips over one tanned cheek as she nuzzled his palm warmly. "What time is that luv," he said as his fingers made their way to her parted lips.
Suddenly his golden goddess morphed into Xander, causing Spike to jump backwards falling to the ground. There stood his new friend, still wearing Buffy's pink sundress and sandals, hands firmly placed on his hips. Xander took a few steps towards the now cowering Spike and smacked him upside the head yelling into his ear, "What's gotten into you, it's just Breeeaaaaaaakfaaaaast!"
Spike shot straight up, smacking his head on the wood board dividing his bed from the bunk above. He looked around panting finally catching Xander's wide eyes, peering at him curiously.
"Man, what the hell is wrong with you?" said the worried, yet shaken looking brunette.
Spike just stared at him blankly. Breathing a sigh of relief when he noticed the flannel pants and t-shirt the young man was wearing. Spike dug his palms into his eyes, trying to erase the image of Xander in a sundress from his memory.
"I was just trying to tell you that it's time for breakfast then you start touching my face and try to kiss me,." Xander said, shuddering at the experience. "Sorry about having to smack you man, but that's just too much for me. I mean, I don't care if you like that sort . . ."
Spike took in his surroundings as Xander continued to ramble on. He noticed the unmistakable strains of the theme from "Chariot's of Fire" piping into the room through a loud speaker in the corner. A bleach-blonde head just shook with a slight laugh as he remembered Buffy telling the staff about the speaker system used for wake-up calls and campus wide announcements. 'Bloody Hell, I haven't even known the chit for a whole day and 'm already dreamin' bout her.' Spike looked up at the brunette who was now pacing the floor
"...I mean, it's not that you're a bad looking guy; it's just that I like my male/female relations to have more emphasis on the female part of the equation. If I did swing that way you probably..."
Spike jumped to his feet making Xander freeze in his tracks. "It's alright mate," Spike said reassuringly, "it was just a bloody dream." Xander noticeably relaxed only to have one finger jabbed sharply into his chest. "Which, by the way, seemed to be goin' quite well until you showed up."
Xander rubbed the tender spot, "Sorry man, it's just, breakfast time. And you don't want to start off your second day with Buffy on the wrong foot do you?"
Spike contemplated that for a moment, "I guess you're right, and atleast you got to me before that sundress disappeared completely. I've already seen enough of you for one day thanks." He waved his hand at Xander's now fully clothed body. Spike walked opened his suitcase to figure out what to wear for his first morning with Buffy.
"Sundress?" Confusion marred Xander's features. He quickly became defensive, "I'll have you know that many fine females happen to love my tasty bod."
"Right," Spike snorted as he pulled on a new black t-shirt, "you're a nummy treat."
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Buffy groaned as she heard Jonathan's whiney voice on the loud speaker booming in her ear, "Everybody up! It's time for breakfast! The sun is shining so let's start the day off with a little 'Walkin' on Sunshine.'"
Buffy rolled over in her bunk, pulling her pillow over her head to block the sounds of Jonathan and his all too cheery morning music selection.
Buffy finally sat up in her bed looking around for Willow, who was already fixing her hair at the mirror. "Wahhh," the tired blonde whined, "Why does Jonathan have to use that annoying speaker system already? It's not like the kids are here or anything." Willow turned to look at her disheveled friend. "Besides, we're all adults; I think we can figure how to use alarm clocks for the first week."
Willow walked over to her friend's bunk and leaned on the mattress, "Buffy, you of all people should know why." The blonde looked away guilty. "We tried the alarm clock thing last year, but somehow you managed to snooze all the way through breakfast AND lunch."
Buffy was notoriously a heavy sleeper, nothing except Jonathan's squeaky voice could ever get her out of bed on-time. Joyce had tried allowing the counselors a little extra time the previous year by letting them set their own alarm clocks, but of course Buffy overslept, so the speaker-rule was reestablished for orientation week.
"Well, it's not my fault no one noticed I wasn't there," Buffy said defensively as she jumped off her bunk landing on the cold floor with a thud. "You would think that after all these years someone would miss me," she added with a pout.
Willow rolled her eyes, Buffy always tried to make excuses for her ability to sleep all-day. "Whatever. We were all over the grounds painting signs that day, no one knew where anyone else was until your mom finally found you at lunch, dead to the world."
"Ok, ok. It's my fault, I admit it." Buffy grumbled as she kneeled in front of her suitcase. "At least now I have extra time to make myself look extra cute," she said pulling out a couple of tank tops and cut-off sweats. "So, what happened with you and that Oz guy last night Will?" she asked her friend while eyeing her selections. "I passed out before you got back. So you better spill all the details."
Willow smiled at herself in the mirror, a slight blush gracing her cheeks as she remembered the events of the previous night. "No smoochies if that's what you mean." She turned to Buffy, who was now pulling the drawstrings of her sweatpants closed. "But we talked for about 4 hours after the meeting ended."
Willow walked over to the desk that was situated in the corner and sat in the chair, tucking one knee under her chin. Buffy looked at her friend, "Four hours huh? Did Oz explode or something, too many words cause him to spontaneously combust?"
"No" the girl said shaking out her red locks, "he's actually quite a talker when you get him going about something he loves. Did you know he's in a band in LA and plays the guitar?"
Buffy shook her head and slid her feet into her slip-on sneakers, "So does this mean your Xander-phase has officially ended?"
Willow sighed and tried to describe her discovery, "I think what I feel for Xander is more of an 'I love you in a friend way' than in 'I want to jump your bones and then cuddle all night' kind of way."
"Wow, and you figured this out after one night talking to Oz?" Buffy eyed her friend curiously pulling her long hair into a loose knot on her head.
"No, it's not a completely new revelation. I started discovering this a few months ago, but didn't really know what to make of it. I mean, I thought I loved Xander for over 2 years and a change like that can be kind of scary."
Buffy quirked an eyebrow at her friend, "So, am I going to have to vacate the room tonight so you can jump Oz's bones or what? Because catching my mom and dad in the act when I was 8 is not something I want to relive, EVER." Suddenly a pillow smacked her in the gut as a flushed redhead gaped at her in disbelief.
"You know me, 'I'm a big ho." Willow giggled. "But seriously, smoochies would not be a bad thing at this juncture. So, any new prospects for you, or am I going to have to hear you talk about Angel all summer? AGAIN?"
It was Buffy's turn to throw the pillow at her friend. "We'll see. Things seem to be looking up on the Angel-front. I wonder if his feelings for Darla are wavering.I keep catching him winking at me when she's not looking."
Willow eyed her friend warily. She didn't want to tell her about the numerous girls Angel had slept with the previous year, not counting his 'girlfriend.' He was a collector of pretty girls and liked to see just how much he could get away with. He had even tried hitting on her one night last year, but was immediately shot-down for the first time in his life.
"Just be careful with that one Buffy," she said worriedly, "But what about a certain blue-eyed soccer player? He seems to be all kinds of interested."
Buffy just rolled her eyes, "He was totally just trying to embarrass me in front of everyone again. I seriously doubt he has any interest in this," she said pointing at her small backside. "And if he does, then, bllleeeaauuuughhh," she shuddered, "so not interested."
Willow just grinned at her friend, knowing all to well that Denial was NOT just a river in Egypt. She saw the way his comment had affected her the previous night. Deciding not to say anything just yet, she hopped over to her friend, and pulled her over to the mirror, "Well Miss Summers, I think we look quiet adorable this beautiful morning."
"I concur, Miss Rosenberg," Buffy said with a straight-face, "Shall we head yonder to the cafeteria to consume dry hash browns and soggy eggs?"
"We shall," Willow nodded, as the girls began their way to the caf to start their first full day at Camp Sunnydale.
The crowd burst into cheers as they stormed the field running towards their new hero. Buffy pushed her way through the masses, finally finding her way to the man of her dreams. Spike picked her up and swung her around. The fans seemed to disappear as he captured her lips in a bruising kiss. She pulled away breathlessly panting and said with a wide smile "Nine. I can't believe it."
Spike grinned widely, "Me neither," he pulled her tightly to his body, feeling every inch of her pressed to him, "Nine goals in one game, that's my new record." He nuzzled her neck, inhaling the vanilla scent of her hair. "You're my good luck charm." He pulled back to look deeply in her eyes and leaned in for another kiss. Buffy stopped his approach by placing a firm hand on his chest. She then stared at him blankly and said in a flat voice, "It's that time."
Spike leered at his girl suggestively, gently tracing his fingertips over one tanned cheek as she nuzzled his palm warmly. "What time is that luv," he said as his fingers made their way to her parted lips.
Suddenly his golden goddess morphed into Xander, causing Spike to jump backwards falling to the ground. There stood his new friend, still wearing Buffy's pink sundress and sandals, hands firmly placed on his hips. Xander took a few steps towards the now cowering Spike and smacked him upside the head yelling into his ear, "What's gotten into you, it's just Breeeaaaaaaakfaaaaast!"
Spike shot straight up, smacking his head on the wood board dividing his bed from the bunk above. He looked around panting finally catching Xander's wide eyes, peering at him curiously.
"Man, what the hell is wrong with you?" said the worried, yet shaken looking brunette.
Spike just stared at him blankly. Breathing a sigh of relief when he noticed the flannel pants and t-shirt the young man was wearing. Spike dug his palms into his eyes, trying to erase the image of Xander in a sundress from his memory.
"I was just trying to tell you that it's time for breakfast then you start touching my face and try to kiss me,." Xander said, shuddering at the experience. "Sorry about having to smack you man, but that's just too much for me. I mean, I don't care if you like that sort . . ."
Spike took in his surroundings as Xander continued to ramble on. He noticed the unmistakable strains of the theme from "Chariot's of Fire" piping into the room through a loud speaker in the corner. A bleach-blonde head just shook with a slight laugh as he remembered Buffy telling the staff about the speaker system used for wake-up calls and campus wide announcements. 'Bloody Hell, I haven't even known the chit for a whole day and 'm already dreamin' bout her.' Spike looked up at the brunette who was now pacing the floor
"...I mean, it's not that you're a bad looking guy; it's just that I like my male/female relations to have more emphasis on the female part of the equation. If I did swing that way you probably..."
Spike jumped to his feet making Xander freeze in his tracks. "It's alright mate," Spike said reassuringly, "it was just a bloody dream." Xander noticeably relaxed only to have one finger jabbed sharply into his chest. "Which, by the way, seemed to be goin' quite well until you showed up."
Xander rubbed the tender spot, "Sorry man, it's just, breakfast time. And you don't want to start off your second day with Buffy on the wrong foot do you?"
Spike contemplated that for a moment, "I guess you're right, and atleast you got to me before that sundress disappeared completely. I've already seen enough of you for one day thanks." He waved his hand at Xander's now fully clothed body. Spike walked opened his suitcase to figure out what to wear for his first morning with Buffy.
"Sundress?" Confusion marred Xander's features. He quickly became defensive, "I'll have you know that many fine females happen to love my tasty bod."
"Right," Spike snorted as he pulled on a new black t-shirt, "you're a nummy treat."
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Buffy groaned as she heard Jonathan's whiney voice on the loud speaker booming in her ear, "Everybody up! It's time for breakfast! The sun is shining so let's start the day off with a little 'Walkin' on Sunshine.'"
Buffy rolled over in her bunk, pulling her pillow over her head to block the sounds of Jonathan and his all too cheery morning music selection.
Buffy finally sat up in her bed looking around for Willow, who was already fixing her hair at the mirror. "Wahhh," the tired blonde whined, "Why does Jonathan have to use that annoying speaker system already? It's not like the kids are here or anything." Willow turned to look at her disheveled friend. "Besides, we're all adults; I think we can figure how to use alarm clocks for the first week."
Willow walked over to her friend's bunk and leaned on the mattress, "Buffy, you of all people should know why." The blonde looked away guilty. "We tried the alarm clock thing last year, but somehow you managed to snooze all the way through breakfast AND lunch."
Buffy was notoriously a heavy sleeper, nothing except Jonathan's squeaky voice could ever get her out of bed on-time. Joyce had tried allowing the counselors a little extra time the previous year by letting them set their own alarm clocks, but of course Buffy overslept, so the speaker-rule was reestablished for orientation week.
"Well, it's not my fault no one noticed I wasn't there," Buffy said defensively as she jumped off her bunk landing on the cold floor with a thud. "You would think that after all these years someone would miss me," she added with a pout.
Willow rolled her eyes, Buffy always tried to make excuses for her ability to sleep all-day. "Whatever. We were all over the grounds painting signs that day, no one knew where anyone else was until your mom finally found you at lunch, dead to the world."
"Ok, ok. It's my fault, I admit it." Buffy grumbled as she kneeled in front of her suitcase. "At least now I have extra time to make myself look extra cute," she said pulling out a couple of tank tops and cut-off sweats. "So, what happened with you and that Oz guy last night Will?" she asked her friend while eyeing her selections. "I passed out before you got back. So you better spill all the details."
Willow smiled at herself in the mirror, a slight blush gracing her cheeks as she remembered the events of the previous night. "No smoochies if that's what you mean." She turned to Buffy, who was now pulling the drawstrings of her sweatpants closed. "But we talked for about 4 hours after the meeting ended."
Willow walked over to the desk that was situated in the corner and sat in the chair, tucking one knee under her chin. Buffy looked at her friend, "Four hours huh? Did Oz explode or something, too many words cause him to spontaneously combust?"
"No" the girl said shaking out her red locks, "he's actually quite a talker when you get him going about something he loves. Did you know he's in a band in LA and plays the guitar?"
Buffy shook her head and slid her feet into her slip-on sneakers, "So does this mean your Xander-phase has officially ended?"
Willow sighed and tried to describe her discovery, "I think what I feel for Xander is more of an 'I love you in a friend way' than in 'I want to jump your bones and then cuddle all night' kind of way."
"Wow, and you figured this out after one night talking to Oz?" Buffy eyed her friend curiously pulling her long hair into a loose knot on her head.
"No, it's not a completely new revelation. I started discovering this a few months ago, but didn't really know what to make of it. I mean, I thought I loved Xander for over 2 years and a change like that can be kind of scary."
Buffy quirked an eyebrow at her friend, "So, am I going to have to vacate the room tonight so you can jump Oz's bones or what? Because catching my mom and dad in the act when I was 8 is not something I want to relive, EVER." Suddenly a pillow smacked her in the gut as a flushed redhead gaped at her in disbelief.
"You know me, 'I'm a big ho." Willow giggled. "But seriously, smoochies would not be a bad thing at this juncture. So, any new prospects for you, or am I going to have to hear you talk about Angel all summer? AGAIN?"
It was Buffy's turn to throw the pillow at her friend. "We'll see. Things seem to be looking up on the Angel-front. I wonder if his feelings for Darla are wavering.I keep catching him winking at me when she's not looking."
Willow eyed her friend warily. She didn't want to tell her about the numerous girls Angel had slept with the previous year, not counting his 'girlfriend.' He was a collector of pretty girls and liked to see just how much he could get away with. He had even tried hitting on her one night last year, but was immediately shot-down for the first time in his life.
"Just be careful with that one Buffy," she said worriedly, "But what about a certain blue-eyed soccer player? He seems to be all kinds of interested."
Buffy just rolled her eyes, "He was totally just trying to embarrass me in front of everyone again. I seriously doubt he has any interest in this," she said pointing at her small backside. "And if he does, then, bllleeeaauuuughhh," she shuddered, "so not interested."
Willow just grinned at her friend, knowing all to well that Denial was NOT just a river in Egypt. She saw the way his comment had affected her the previous night. Deciding not to say anything just yet, she hopped over to her friend, and pulled her over to the mirror, "Well Miss Summers, I think we look quiet adorable this beautiful morning."
"I concur, Miss Rosenberg," Buffy said with a straight-face, "Shall we head yonder to the cafeteria to consume dry hash browns and soggy eggs?"
"We shall," Willow nodded, as the girls began their way to the caf to start their first full day at Camp Sunnydale.
