Breakfast was highly uneventful, as most of the counselors just poked at
their food looking like zombies. Buffy and Willow sat with Xander, Spike,
Oz and a few of the new counselors, only speaking a few sentences during
the entire thirty minutes.
Spike sat directly across from Buffy watching her poke at her hash browns. He didn't know anyone could look so adorable this early in the morning. Her upswept hair really showed off her luscious neck. All he could think about was nibbling that little bit of flesh until she moaned and...
"Good morning counselors," Giles addressed the staff, snapping Spike out of his fantasy. "Welcome to your first official day at Camp Sunnydale." A spattering of applause was heard throughout the cafeteria. "We have a long day ahead of us. As most of you know the buses are arriving the day after tomorrow and there is much work to be done before that time. Jonathan, would you mind passing these out to the staff," he said as he passed a stack of papers to the young man standing at his left. "As you will see, we have divided you into groups to begin the first leg of preparations for the campers. Please do not loose this as it also outlines the schedule for the next three days. If there are no questions," he eyed the quiet group in front of him, "Good. Then you may go to your designated areas and begin working. Please meet back here at 12:45 for lunch. Many of you will find you finish your work early, if that is the case, you may use that extra time to explore the grounds or just 'chill' as you call it." Giles giggled nervously and moved back to his table.
Spike eyed his packet closely, overjoyed to see that he would be working with Buffy painting the pier.
"Great, I'm working down at the lake with Darla and the bleached wonder over here," Buffy groaned smacking the packet onto the table. Willow just grinned at Spike as she pulled one of the new girls over to another table to meet about painting cabin signs.
"I don't know luv, I think it could be fun getting' you all 'wet,'" Spike snickered.
Buffy blanched at Spike, ignoring the sexual undertones, "There's a lot of work to be done, no time for water sports."
Spike just chuckled at the comment and started to respond only to be interrupted by Darla, flanked by two of the new staff members, "Alright you two, we'll have none of that on my time. If you want to play later that's fine by me, but now we need to get down to the lake," Darla turned sharply as the group followed her out the cafeteria doors. Buffy shot another look at Spike and followed the line out. Spike put his hands to his knees and rose to his feet, watching Buffy's small round ass sway in front of him.
'Thanks a lot mom,' Buffy thought as she made her way to the lake. 'She had to put me in a group with Darla AND Spike. I wonder if you're allowed to divorce your parents? I mean, Drew Barrymore tried in that movie.' She suddenly felt a weird tingly sensation move through her body and looked over her shoulder, only to be met by a pair of intense blue eyes staring deep into her own. Her eyes widened and she quickly turned away as her heart began to race. She took a deep breath and waited for her heart to slow.
The group reached their destination and Buffy calmed at the sight before her. She always loved this view, even as a little girl. She would sit at the edge of the water and watch the waves crashing before her, and the world would suddenly make sense.
Spike eyed Buffy with awe as he saw her eyes sparkle and a small grin decorated her glossed lips. He moved to see what she was looking at and couldn't believe his eyes. He had skipped this part of the tour yesterday to get something from The Razorback, so this was his first chance to take in the beauty of the camp lake. Lush green trees lined the shore, small gaps allowing a peak at the crystal blue waters hiding beyond. He could barely make out the opposing shoreline, as the tops of trees waved at him in the distance. The rest of the surroundings were just as amazing. A large sand dune was situated twenty-feet away, with a sand volleyball court directly to the right. A small speaker donned the tallest tree with brightly painted cords spiraling around the trunk.
"Ok kids," Darla said as she turned to the group, "the first thing we need, is the pier from the boathouse. Mick, Donna, Nikki you come with me. Spike and Buffy, go to the adjoining shed and bring out 4 cans of white paint and six brushes.
Darla took her group to the boathouse as Spike watched Buffy, still staring out into the water. He cleared his through lightly as she snapped to attention. "So luv, I wager we should do what the bird says." She just nodded quietly in response. "But would you mind answering one question for me first?"
Buffy held her breath, fearing what he might ask, but she just nodded.
"Would you mind telling me what the hell that is?" he said pointing behind Buffy.
She turned to see a tree, slightly angled towards the water. The bark was covered with strings of all different colors shapes and sizes.
Buffy giggled at Spike and walked over to the tree and waved him over. "This is 'The Gum Tree.'"
Spike eyed the tree curiously and quirked an eyebrow at Buffy.
"You see, we don't allow the kids to take gum in the water. Choking and swimming are non-mixy things. About thirty years ago, when my grandmother ran this place, some kid stuck a piece of gum on this tree instead of swallowing it. Eventually everyone started putting their gum here and it became a tradition. Sometimes people will just stand in front of the tree, pop a piece of gum in their mouths, choosing the color carefully, of course." she said smiling at Spike who grinned in awe, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked. She glowed, her eyes twinkling like a kid in a candy store. She continued, "Then mold the gum into different shapes on the tree. Come here," she said pulling Spike closer to where she was standing. She leaned over to the tree and waved him behind her. The closeness allowed Spike to inhale the rose scent of her perfume, he looked at where she pointed and saw two swirls of gum making the letters: WR + BS = BFF.
"Willow and I did that her first summer here. You can see how the color has faded, but it's still there." Buffy suddenly realized what they needed to be doing and cleared her throat, standing straight. "I guess we should go get the paint before Darla gets back."
Spike saw the change in her immediately. Gone was the giddy little school girl who stood before him just moments ago. She had been replaced with the serious Buffy he'd seen at the meeting the previous night. He would give anything to see more of that other girl, but realized it was not the time for probing questions.
"Thanks for tellin' me about this luv'" he smiled at her and pulled a small piece of Trident from he mouth and stuck in on the tree, "it is a little gross though innit?" he grimaced, wiping the stickiness on his red soccer shorts.
Buffy just smiled and took off towards the shed, leaving Spike lagging behind.
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For the next two hours the six counselors worked diligently painting the pier. At one point, Darla ran to the boathouse to get them all bottles of water. Spike took the opportunity to flick his paintbrush in Buffy's direction, splattering her directly on her left cheek.
She looked up at the culprit, mischief filling her green eyes and with a quick flick of the wrist, got him in his already, nearly-white hair. Spike hopped up and ran towards Buffy, weapon ready, only, just as he sent the paint flying, she ducked behind Nikki, causing the paint the hit the girl's Adidas t-shirt. Soon paint was zooming through the air at record speeds, more on the grass and the five young adults than the pier itself. Spike ran at Buffy, gathered her in his arms and carried her kicking and screaming to the water's edge.
"No! No!" She wriggled and pleaded in his arms.
Spike just grinned wickedly, "Oh yes," as he tossed her in at what looked like a deep enough spot.
Buffy came bursting through the water, gasping, "You are so dead mister." Spike could only smile at the dripping beauty swimming back to where he stood. She braced herself on the rocks below his feet extending a hand to him, "So, are you going to help me out or what?" She asked innocently.
Spike eyed the girl warily and slowly reached for her. Seizing the opportunity, Buffy pulled him into the water as he dove in head first. 'I can't believe he fell for that,' she thought just as she felt someone pull her legs from under her, forcing her back under the water.
Buffy took advantage of this and scooped up some of the muck from the lake's floor and hurled it at an unsuspecting Spike just as she came up, hitting his now destroyed black t-shirt. He looked at her shocked, pulled the tee from his body and flung it to shore. He then dove down to arm himself with the same goo.
Buffy stood shocked at the body underneath the t-shirt and was struck dumb, only to have Spike shoot up behind her plopping a large pile of mud atop her head. She immediately scooped the gunk off her head, pulled him to her by his elastic waistband and proceeded to put the mud in his Soccer shorts. Buffy gasped as she realized he wasn't wearing anything underneath said shorts. Spikes eyes had glazed over at the combined feel of her small hand and warm mud on his already hardening cock, finally meeting her wide eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Two heads snapped to a furious Darla and a slightly amused Angel standing on shore.
Unable to meet Spike's eyes again Buffy swam towards the shore. Angel stood waiting for her at the edge, pulled her from the water, and eyed her dripping form appreciatively. "I didn't know you liked it dirty." he whispered in her ear seductively. Buffy blushed furiously and walked over to the fuming blonde.
Spike watched the exchange and began his journey to the rocks, pulling himself out swiftly. Luckily his shirt had landed at the base of nearby tree. Grabbing it quickly, the flushed blonde covered up his raging hard- on.
"You two, head back to your cabins and get changed. Angel," who was glaring at Spike, "will help the rest of us finish the pier," Darla finished.
Spike looked over to Buffy, who was sliding her sneakers back on, avoiding his gaze. He just nodded at Darla and began walking to the main campgrounds, Buffy following slowly behind.
The walk was made in silence. Just as Spike was about to turn in the direction of The Razorback, he turned to Buffy, "Pet, I'm..." only to see her jogging quickly back to her own bunk. Spike sighed and ran his hands through his wet locks, pulling a clump of mud out. 'Now I have two reasons to take a long cold shower,' he muttered under his breath.
Spike sat directly across from Buffy watching her poke at her hash browns. He didn't know anyone could look so adorable this early in the morning. Her upswept hair really showed off her luscious neck. All he could think about was nibbling that little bit of flesh until she moaned and...
"Good morning counselors," Giles addressed the staff, snapping Spike out of his fantasy. "Welcome to your first official day at Camp Sunnydale." A spattering of applause was heard throughout the cafeteria. "We have a long day ahead of us. As most of you know the buses are arriving the day after tomorrow and there is much work to be done before that time. Jonathan, would you mind passing these out to the staff," he said as he passed a stack of papers to the young man standing at his left. "As you will see, we have divided you into groups to begin the first leg of preparations for the campers. Please do not loose this as it also outlines the schedule for the next three days. If there are no questions," he eyed the quiet group in front of him, "Good. Then you may go to your designated areas and begin working. Please meet back here at 12:45 for lunch. Many of you will find you finish your work early, if that is the case, you may use that extra time to explore the grounds or just 'chill' as you call it." Giles giggled nervously and moved back to his table.
Spike eyed his packet closely, overjoyed to see that he would be working with Buffy painting the pier.
"Great, I'm working down at the lake with Darla and the bleached wonder over here," Buffy groaned smacking the packet onto the table. Willow just grinned at Spike as she pulled one of the new girls over to another table to meet about painting cabin signs.
"I don't know luv, I think it could be fun getting' you all 'wet,'" Spike snickered.
Buffy blanched at Spike, ignoring the sexual undertones, "There's a lot of work to be done, no time for water sports."
Spike just chuckled at the comment and started to respond only to be interrupted by Darla, flanked by two of the new staff members, "Alright you two, we'll have none of that on my time. If you want to play later that's fine by me, but now we need to get down to the lake," Darla turned sharply as the group followed her out the cafeteria doors. Buffy shot another look at Spike and followed the line out. Spike put his hands to his knees and rose to his feet, watching Buffy's small round ass sway in front of him.
'Thanks a lot mom,' Buffy thought as she made her way to the lake. 'She had to put me in a group with Darla AND Spike. I wonder if you're allowed to divorce your parents? I mean, Drew Barrymore tried in that movie.' She suddenly felt a weird tingly sensation move through her body and looked over her shoulder, only to be met by a pair of intense blue eyes staring deep into her own. Her eyes widened and she quickly turned away as her heart began to race. She took a deep breath and waited for her heart to slow.
The group reached their destination and Buffy calmed at the sight before her. She always loved this view, even as a little girl. She would sit at the edge of the water and watch the waves crashing before her, and the world would suddenly make sense.
Spike eyed Buffy with awe as he saw her eyes sparkle and a small grin decorated her glossed lips. He moved to see what she was looking at and couldn't believe his eyes. He had skipped this part of the tour yesterday to get something from The Razorback, so this was his first chance to take in the beauty of the camp lake. Lush green trees lined the shore, small gaps allowing a peak at the crystal blue waters hiding beyond. He could barely make out the opposing shoreline, as the tops of trees waved at him in the distance. The rest of the surroundings were just as amazing. A large sand dune was situated twenty-feet away, with a sand volleyball court directly to the right. A small speaker donned the tallest tree with brightly painted cords spiraling around the trunk.
"Ok kids," Darla said as she turned to the group, "the first thing we need, is the pier from the boathouse. Mick, Donna, Nikki you come with me. Spike and Buffy, go to the adjoining shed and bring out 4 cans of white paint and six brushes.
Darla took her group to the boathouse as Spike watched Buffy, still staring out into the water. He cleared his through lightly as she snapped to attention. "So luv, I wager we should do what the bird says." She just nodded quietly in response. "But would you mind answering one question for me first?"
Buffy held her breath, fearing what he might ask, but she just nodded.
"Would you mind telling me what the hell that is?" he said pointing behind Buffy.
She turned to see a tree, slightly angled towards the water. The bark was covered with strings of all different colors shapes and sizes.
Buffy giggled at Spike and walked over to the tree and waved him over. "This is 'The Gum Tree.'"
Spike eyed the tree curiously and quirked an eyebrow at Buffy.
"You see, we don't allow the kids to take gum in the water. Choking and swimming are non-mixy things. About thirty years ago, when my grandmother ran this place, some kid stuck a piece of gum on this tree instead of swallowing it. Eventually everyone started putting their gum here and it became a tradition. Sometimes people will just stand in front of the tree, pop a piece of gum in their mouths, choosing the color carefully, of course." she said smiling at Spike who grinned in awe, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked. She glowed, her eyes twinkling like a kid in a candy store. She continued, "Then mold the gum into different shapes on the tree. Come here," she said pulling Spike closer to where she was standing. She leaned over to the tree and waved him behind her. The closeness allowed Spike to inhale the rose scent of her perfume, he looked at where she pointed and saw two swirls of gum making the letters: WR + BS = BFF.
"Willow and I did that her first summer here. You can see how the color has faded, but it's still there." Buffy suddenly realized what they needed to be doing and cleared her throat, standing straight. "I guess we should go get the paint before Darla gets back."
Spike saw the change in her immediately. Gone was the giddy little school girl who stood before him just moments ago. She had been replaced with the serious Buffy he'd seen at the meeting the previous night. He would give anything to see more of that other girl, but realized it was not the time for probing questions.
"Thanks for tellin' me about this luv'" he smiled at her and pulled a small piece of Trident from he mouth and stuck in on the tree, "it is a little gross though innit?" he grimaced, wiping the stickiness on his red soccer shorts.
Buffy just smiled and took off towards the shed, leaving Spike lagging behind.
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For the next two hours the six counselors worked diligently painting the pier. At one point, Darla ran to the boathouse to get them all bottles of water. Spike took the opportunity to flick his paintbrush in Buffy's direction, splattering her directly on her left cheek.
She looked up at the culprit, mischief filling her green eyes and with a quick flick of the wrist, got him in his already, nearly-white hair. Spike hopped up and ran towards Buffy, weapon ready, only, just as he sent the paint flying, she ducked behind Nikki, causing the paint the hit the girl's Adidas t-shirt. Soon paint was zooming through the air at record speeds, more on the grass and the five young adults than the pier itself. Spike ran at Buffy, gathered her in his arms and carried her kicking and screaming to the water's edge.
"No! No!" She wriggled and pleaded in his arms.
Spike just grinned wickedly, "Oh yes," as he tossed her in at what looked like a deep enough spot.
Buffy came bursting through the water, gasping, "You are so dead mister." Spike could only smile at the dripping beauty swimming back to where he stood. She braced herself on the rocks below his feet extending a hand to him, "So, are you going to help me out or what?" She asked innocently.
Spike eyed the girl warily and slowly reached for her. Seizing the opportunity, Buffy pulled him into the water as he dove in head first. 'I can't believe he fell for that,' she thought just as she felt someone pull her legs from under her, forcing her back under the water.
Buffy took advantage of this and scooped up some of the muck from the lake's floor and hurled it at an unsuspecting Spike just as she came up, hitting his now destroyed black t-shirt. He looked at her shocked, pulled the tee from his body and flung it to shore. He then dove down to arm himself with the same goo.
Buffy stood shocked at the body underneath the t-shirt and was struck dumb, only to have Spike shoot up behind her plopping a large pile of mud atop her head. She immediately scooped the gunk off her head, pulled him to her by his elastic waistband and proceeded to put the mud in his Soccer shorts. Buffy gasped as she realized he wasn't wearing anything underneath said shorts. Spikes eyes had glazed over at the combined feel of her small hand and warm mud on his already hardening cock, finally meeting her wide eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Two heads snapped to a furious Darla and a slightly amused Angel standing on shore.
Unable to meet Spike's eyes again Buffy swam towards the shore. Angel stood waiting for her at the edge, pulled her from the water, and eyed her dripping form appreciatively. "I didn't know you liked it dirty." he whispered in her ear seductively. Buffy blushed furiously and walked over to the fuming blonde.
Spike watched the exchange and began his journey to the rocks, pulling himself out swiftly. Luckily his shirt had landed at the base of nearby tree. Grabbing it quickly, the flushed blonde covered up his raging hard- on.
"You two, head back to your cabins and get changed. Angel," who was glaring at Spike, "will help the rest of us finish the pier," Darla finished.
Spike looked over to Buffy, who was sliding her sneakers back on, avoiding his gaze. He just nodded at Darla and began walking to the main campgrounds, Buffy following slowly behind.
The walk was made in silence. Just as Spike was about to turn in the direction of The Razorback, he turned to Buffy, "Pet, I'm..." only to see her jogging quickly back to her own bunk. Spike sighed and ran his hands through his wet locks, pulling a clump of mud out. 'Now I have two reasons to take a long cold shower,' he muttered under his breath.
