Day 2 continued - The Razorback
Spike arrived at The Razorback without running into any of the other staff members. As soon as he stepped inside he quickly discarded his ruined clothing, wrapped a clean towel around his waist, grabbed his shampoo and soap, and ran to the showers.
Turning the water as cold as possible, Spike stepped under the spray and ran his fingers through his sandy hair.
He couldn't believe what a wanker he had been. A fun game had quickly escalated into a highly embarrassing situation. Leaning one arm against the wall he allowed the water to run over his aching muscles. Spike tried to rationalize what happened earlier. 'Maybe she didn't notice how excited I was?' He quickly amended that thought as he looked down at his engorged cock. If his present situation was any indication, there's absolutely no way she DIDN'T notice.
Closing his eyes, Spike visualized the peaceful expression on Buffy's face as she watched the sunlight reflect off the water. The image then changed to the glowing girl running through the grass - paint splattering in all directions.
Spike ran his fingers down his chest, tweaking his left nipple gently as his hand made the dissent to its destination.
He remembered the hot look in her eyes when he removed his black t-shirt . . .
Spike encircled his penis, squeezing the base before moving up its length . . .
He continued to stroke as he pictured her taut nipples jutting from beneath her soaked tank top - panting as the sound of her laughter surrounded him . . .
His movements quickened as he remembered the feel of her body against his own . . .
Spike imagined her small mud covered hand encircling him and let out a gasp as he began to climax . . .
Images of Buffy's eyes, hands, breasts, lips flashed through his brain in rapid succession . . .
Shuddering he fell limp against the shower wall, breathing heavily.
Taking a few minutes to wash away the sand, mud, paint, and let the other fluids run from his body, Spike finally turned off the shower and pulled his towel from the hook on the door.
As he dried himself, he tried to think of how to apologize to the girl for his body's reaction to their game. 'I'll give her a little time,' he decided, 'I don't want to pressure her at all.'
After the way he handled himself with his last relationship he wanted to make sure to play this one just right. He had told Cecily after their first week together that he loved her. He showered her with cheesy poems and flowers only to find out a month later that she had been sleeping with three other men. When he confronted her she laughed at him, calling him childish and naïve. He was such a stupid git, believing a girl like Cecily would change her ways for him. That any of his gestures would make her love him back and choose monogamy. Spike had soon realized that he probably never loved Cecily. That he was so blinded by the kinky sex to discern love from lust.
He walked over to the mirror and squirted a small dab of gel into his palm. 'I'm going to take it slowly this time. See how it develops,' he thought as he rubbed his hands together, 'allow her to come to me.'
Running the styling product through his hair, allowing the bleached locks to fall in damp waves, Spike smirked at his reflection, 'And if she doesn't soon . . . I'm going to pull out the big guns. There's no way I'm letting this one get away.'
Hemory Hills
Buffy finished tying her damp hair into a long braid, fastening it with a small black elastic. Willow had not yet come back from her morning duties. The flush in Buffy's cheeks remained from her encounter with Spike, and she knew her friend would be able to tell something was up. Not wanting to be caught without an explanation, Buffy pulled on a new pair of sneakers and made her way towards to cafeteria for lunch.
As she walked along the dirt path, Buffy went over the morning's events in her head. 'How exactly did I let it get that far?' 'There's no way I could have known the boy goes commando!'
A tingle ran through her body as she pictured Spike's perfect six-pack and remembered the feel of him in her hand. Buffy squeezed her eyes closed as she tried to forget the desire in his eyes as she felt him respond to her touch.
'Bad Buffy,' she mentally chastised herself. 'He's just another horn-dog trying to get in your pants,' she thought as she had a flashback to her brief encounter with Parker Abrams. Parker was a senior at UC-Santa Cruz with whom she spent one highly unsatisfying evening her freshman year of college. She had woken up to find the bed empty and a short note which read, 'Thanks for the ride' on her pillow. Since that night Buffy had vowed never to let lust control her ever again.
'Spike's no different than the rest,' she thought as she opened the doors to the cafeteria. 'Besides, Angel seemed really jealous when he saw us at the lake. So maybe the situation wasn't entirely bad.'
Buffy made her way over to her usual table only to see Willow, Xander, Oz and Spike already seated. Her heart began to pound in her chest, and she scolded herself. 'Stop undressing him in your head, it's not like his body is THAT great.' Making a quick decision, Buffy veered towards the head staff table to sit with Giles and Joyce.
Willow frowned when she saw her friend rush past their usual table to sit with her mother. The redhead shot a look at Xander only to find the boy deep in conversation with Oz. Her gaze turned to Spike who seemed to be fascinated with his cuticles at the moment. Taking in Spike's appearance she noticed that his hair now hung in damp waves onto his forehead. He also wore a Manchester United t-shirt, as opposed to the black tee he donned this morning. Willow bent down and pretended to tie her shoe and noted that he had also changed into green Adidas shorts.
Willow switched her focus over to Buffy and quirked an eyebrow at her friend's wet braid and change of wardrobe. The blonde now wore a red baby tee and black dance pants. She saw Buffy steal a glance at Spike - who was now inspecting the salt and pepper shakers - before going back to the conversation with her mother.
Something had happened in the three short hours since breakfast - Willow was sure of it. Xander had told her that Spike had a thing for Buffy, and Willow knew that the girl had allowed him to get under her skin on the first day. Willow decided that she had to talk to Spike. She needed to find out what happened at the lake. Furthermore, if anyone was going to attempt to pry Buffy's mind away from Angel for the summer, he would need her help. Of course, Buffy could never know. If she found out that Willow was secretly helping a guy woo her, she'd never speak with her again. This was going to take a lot of planning and finesse.
Spike arrived at The Razorback without running into any of the other staff members. As soon as he stepped inside he quickly discarded his ruined clothing, wrapped a clean towel around his waist, grabbed his shampoo and soap, and ran to the showers.
Turning the water as cold as possible, Spike stepped under the spray and ran his fingers through his sandy hair.
He couldn't believe what a wanker he had been. A fun game had quickly escalated into a highly embarrassing situation. Leaning one arm against the wall he allowed the water to run over his aching muscles. Spike tried to rationalize what happened earlier. 'Maybe she didn't notice how excited I was?' He quickly amended that thought as he looked down at his engorged cock. If his present situation was any indication, there's absolutely no way she DIDN'T notice.
Closing his eyes, Spike visualized the peaceful expression on Buffy's face as she watched the sunlight reflect off the water. The image then changed to the glowing girl running through the grass - paint splattering in all directions.
Spike ran his fingers down his chest, tweaking his left nipple gently as his hand made the dissent to its destination.
He remembered the hot look in her eyes when he removed his black t-shirt . . .
Spike encircled his penis, squeezing the base before moving up its length . . .
He continued to stroke as he pictured her taut nipples jutting from beneath her soaked tank top - panting as the sound of her laughter surrounded him . . .
His movements quickened as he remembered the feel of her body against his own . . .
Spike imagined her small mud covered hand encircling him and let out a gasp as he began to climax . . .
Images of Buffy's eyes, hands, breasts, lips flashed through his brain in rapid succession . . .
Shuddering he fell limp against the shower wall, breathing heavily.
Taking a few minutes to wash away the sand, mud, paint, and let the other fluids run from his body, Spike finally turned off the shower and pulled his towel from the hook on the door.
As he dried himself, he tried to think of how to apologize to the girl for his body's reaction to their game. 'I'll give her a little time,' he decided, 'I don't want to pressure her at all.'
After the way he handled himself with his last relationship he wanted to make sure to play this one just right. He had told Cecily after their first week together that he loved her. He showered her with cheesy poems and flowers only to find out a month later that she had been sleeping with three other men. When he confronted her she laughed at him, calling him childish and naïve. He was such a stupid git, believing a girl like Cecily would change her ways for him. That any of his gestures would make her love him back and choose monogamy. Spike had soon realized that he probably never loved Cecily. That he was so blinded by the kinky sex to discern love from lust.
He walked over to the mirror and squirted a small dab of gel into his palm. 'I'm going to take it slowly this time. See how it develops,' he thought as he rubbed his hands together, 'allow her to come to me.'
Running the styling product through his hair, allowing the bleached locks to fall in damp waves, Spike smirked at his reflection, 'And if she doesn't soon . . . I'm going to pull out the big guns. There's no way I'm letting this one get away.'
Hemory Hills
Buffy finished tying her damp hair into a long braid, fastening it with a small black elastic. Willow had not yet come back from her morning duties. The flush in Buffy's cheeks remained from her encounter with Spike, and she knew her friend would be able to tell something was up. Not wanting to be caught without an explanation, Buffy pulled on a new pair of sneakers and made her way towards to cafeteria for lunch.
As she walked along the dirt path, Buffy went over the morning's events in her head. 'How exactly did I let it get that far?' 'There's no way I could have known the boy goes commando!'
A tingle ran through her body as she pictured Spike's perfect six-pack and remembered the feel of him in her hand. Buffy squeezed her eyes closed as she tried to forget the desire in his eyes as she felt him respond to her touch.
'Bad Buffy,' she mentally chastised herself. 'He's just another horn-dog trying to get in your pants,' she thought as she had a flashback to her brief encounter with Parker Abrams. Parker was a senior at UC-Santa Cruz with whom she spent one highly unsatisfying evening her freshman year of college. She had woken up to find the bed empty and a short note which read, 'Thanks for the ride' on her pillow. Since that night Buffy had vowed never to let lust control her ever again.
'Spike's no different than the rest,' she thought as she opened the doors to the cafeteria. 'Besides, Angel seemed really jealous when he saw us at the lake. So maybe the situation wasn't entirely bad.'
Buffy made her way over to her usual table only to see Willow, Xander, Oz and Spike already seated. Her heart began to pound in her chest, and she scolded herself. 'Stop undressing him in your head, it's not like his body is THAT great.' Making a quick decision, Buffy veered towards the head staff table to sit with Giles and Joyce.
Willow frowned when she saw her friend rush past their usual table to sit with her mother. The redhead shot a look at Xander only to find the boy deep in conversation with Oz. Her gaze turned to Spike who seemed to be fascinated with his cuticles at the moment. Taking in Spike's appearance she noticed that his hair now hung in damp waves onto his forehead. He also wore a Manchester United t-shirt, as opposed to the black tee he donned this morning. Willow bent down and pretended to tie her shoe and noted that he had also changed into green Adidas shorts.
Willow switched her focus over to Buffy and quirked an eyebrow at her friend's wet braid and change of wardrobe. The blonde now wore a red baby tee and black dance pants. She saw Buffy steal a glance at Spike - who was now inspecting the salt and pepper shakers - before going back to the conversation with her mother.
Something had happened in the three short hours since breakfast - Willow was sure of it. Xander had told her that Spike had a thing for Buffy, and Willow knew that the girl had allowed him to get under her skin on the first day. Willow decided that she had to talk to Spike. She needed to find out what happened at the lake. Furthermore, if anyone was going to attempt to pry Buffy's mind away from Angel for the summer, he would need her help. Of course, Buffy could never know. If she found out that Willow was secretly helping a guy woo her, she'd never speak with her again. This was going to take a lot of planning and finesse.
