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DAY 3
Buffy and Willow arrived at the mess hall earlier than usual. They looked around to see only three or four other counselors already sitting down. Taking advantage of the short line the two girls hurried to get their usual - hashbrowns and scrambled eggs - before the rush hit at 9:15 a.m. After setting her tray down at their table, Buffy skipped happily over to the coffee pots. She may have avoided the 'ultimate' hangover, but caffeine was still a necessity. She ran back to the table, anxiously awaiting Spike's arrival. After Willow's pep talk, she wanted to be sure to let him know first thing that she wasn't regretting what had happened the previous evening.
Spike and Xander stumbled into the cafeteria. The aspirin had helped the blonde's pounding head slightly, but he still needed a whole pot of coffee before he could face the world. He made a beeline for the coffeemakers, avoiding all human interaction until he'd had at least one cup.
Buffy's face fell when she saw Spike hurry past her. A knot started to form in her chest as she decided that he probably regretted their make-out session. She swallowed down the lump in her throat and began picking at her soggy eggs.
Spike made his way back to the table, two fresh, and very black, cups of coffee in hand. He stared into the first mug, and quickly gulped the entire lot down. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes forcefully. That bloody aspirin hadn't worked quite as well as he thought. He laid his head down on the table, trying to ignore the pounding that was invading his brain.
Buffy's eyes began to tear as she saw Spike put his head down. 'This can't be happening again,' she thought sadly, heart beating in her chest. 'He can't even look at me. Was it really that awful?'
Spike heard a chair scrape the floor next to him and saw Xander sit down, tray piled with eggs, hashbrowns, and a bowl of Cream of Wheat. He slowly lifted his head, realizing where he was, and looked at the faces before him. He caught the teary eyes of the girl in front of him and smiled sheepishly. 'I knew it. She regrets everything that happened last night.' Spike once again dropped his forehead to the table.
Willow looked to the girl sitting to her right. Buffy looked like she was about to burst into tears. 'This is not good.' Swiftly, she kicked Spike's shin under the table.
Spike bolted upright in his chair, causing Buffy to jump and drop her fork. He glanced towards the redhead, who looked like she was ready to cut off his balls. Willow jerked her head towards Buffy, who was now playing with her hashbrowns, and mouthed the words: 'Say something.'
"Anyone else feel like they were run over by a Mack Truck?" Willow shot Spike a dirty look at his choice of conversation, who shrugged in response.
Buffy felt her lower lip begin to quiver and took a sip of her coffee, trying desperately to hold back the tears that were ready to spill. She chanced a glance at Spike, who was gazing at her with longing. Holding his eyes for a brief moment, she soon returned to her hashbrowns. She heard another chair scrape against the floor, and felt someone squeeze her knee gently.
She raised her head and was met with the sapphire glow of Spike's eyes, which were filled with comfort and hope. "Mornin' luv. Slept well I hope?"
Buffy finally released a sigh, and nodded, smiling at the man beside her.
Spike smiled at the girl's response. "Glad to hear that pet." He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I couldn't sleep at all after what you put me through." With that he placed a quick kiss on her temple and reached for his second coffee cup.
Buffy felt the tension leave her body and proudly announced that she had 'slept like a baby.' "In fact," she added, "it was the best sleep I've had in years."
Willow bounced giddily in her seat and watched Spike chuckle to himself as he took a sip of his coffee.
Xander froze with a spooful of Cream of Wheat milimeters from his lips. "Huh?" He looked around the table. "Did I miss something?" The entire table burst out laughing at the boy's response.
The rest of the breakfast passed in a comfortable silence, only interuppted once by Oz's arrival.
Soon Joyce made her way to the podium to make the morning's announcements. She informed the staff that the day would be filled with meetings about staff rules and the proper ways in which to handle difficult situations, a rehearsal of the welcome song, and a lot of moving of large objects. The campers' trunks would be arriving that afternoon and the correct number of beds had to be placed in each cabin. She went on to say that each counselor would be assigned an age group, as well as a day off, later in the day.
After she dismissed the group, Spike grabbed Buffy's hand, pulling her towards him. "Join me in the lounge Goldilocks?" Buffy nodded shyly as he led her to a room adjacent to the cafeteria.
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Closing the door softly behind them, Spike took a seat on a couch near the back of the room. Buffy walked in the same direction and took a seat beside him. Nervously, she raised her eyes to his.
Slowly he dipped his head down, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. Buffy relaxed as she felt him rest his forehead to her own. "I've been wanting to do that since last night." He said quietly, eyes still closed.
Buffy took one hand, and cupped his cheek gently, placing a sweet kiss on each of his closed lids.
He nuzzled into her palm further, covering her hand with his own. He opened his eyes wide and looked deeply into the green orbs in front of him. "I just wanted to tell you that I had an amazing time. . ." He whispered, lips close to hers.
"Me too," Buffy said, her hot breath passing over his mouth.
Spike licked his lips slowly. "No regrets?" He asked, inching closer.
"No regrets . . ." the girl responded, lifting her legs from the floor and placing them next to his body.
Spike closed the gap between them, placing his lips tentatively against Buffy's. He felt her open her mouth, and entered hungrily.
Buffy removed one leg from the couch and swung it around the other side of his body. She needed to be closer. Needed to feel every inch of him touching her.
Spike moved so he was sitting with his back firmly pressed to the back of the couch. Buffy scrambled to sit on top of him - legs straddling his. A low moan filled the room as she pressed herself down on him. His hands were now cupping her behind, rocking her to him. The sensations were even stronger than the night before, now that they were both sober and the fabric of their clothing much thinner.
Buffy moaned as Spike thrust his hips up to hers, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
Spike placed feather-lite kisses along her collar bone, clutching her to him as closely as possible.
In an instant, Spike was on top of her. Buffy instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He took her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him as he continued his movements. She looked into his eyes hungrily as she pulled him towards her harder and faster.
Spike was unable to keep his eyes open. The sensations were just too much. He squeezed his eyes shut and removed one hand from Buffy's face and placed it between their aching bodies.
Buffy held on to Spike's strong forearms as she arched into him. She watched his head loll back, as he gripped his bottom lip between his teeth. They were both gasping for air as she pulled on him faster and faster.
He saw that she was about to climax and caught the scream as he covered her mouth with his own.
Spike wrenched his lips away from hers as he let out a loud grunt. Completely spent, his body collapsed.
A strange silence filled the room that had been filled with moans and sighs only moments before.
"Sticky." Buffy said, breaking the silence, as she patted his behind playfully. Soon they were both laughing at the mess they made of themselves.
Spike lifted himself on his forearms to take a good look at the girl beneath him. "If that won't cure this bloody hangover, I don't know what will." He placed a kiss to her neck, removed himself from her arms, and stood up.
Buffy stood up next him, using the edge of his t-shirt to wipe his fluids from herself. "We have to stop meeting like this." She said with mock seriousness.
Spike turned to the girl next to him and gave her a small peck on the lips. "Seriously though luv, we should really slow this down before it becomes all about having lots of orgasms and less about us."
Buffy sighed, wiping the rest of the stickiness off her hand on his hair. "I suppose you're right." Spike looked at her aghast. "But you better not hold out on me for too long." Spike chuckled, feeling the disgusting goop in his hair begin to harden.
"We should both go hop in the shower before the meeting." Buffy sidled up next to him, only to be pushed away gently. "Separately, you little minx," he added. "Wouldn't want your mom getting too close a look at your attire . . . I think she's just starting to like me."
"Fine." Buffy pouted. "I guess I'll see you at the meeting then." She began to walk away but Spike pulled her into another bruising kiss. She savored the taste of him. Sucking his tongue slowly into her mouth.
He finally pulled back, looking into her eyes. "Movie night tonight? Just you and me?"
Buffy was about to say yes when she realized she was going to be in LA that night. . . with Angel! She smiled at Spike sweetly, "Let me see what I can do."
DAY 3
Buffy and Willow arrived at the mess hall earlier than usual. They looked around to see only three or four other counselors already sitting down. Taking advantage of the short line the two girls hurried to get their usual - hashbrowns and scrambled eggs - before the rush hit at 9:15 a.m. After setting her tray down at their table, Buffy skipped happily over to the coffee pots. She may have avoided the 'ultimate' hangover, but caffeine was still a necessity. She ran back to the table, anxiously awaiting Spike's arrival. After Willow's pep talk, she wanted to be sure to let him know first thing that she wasn't regretting what had happened the previous evening.
Spike and Xander stumbled into the cafeteria. The aspirin had helped the blonde's pounding head slightly, but he still needed a whole pot of coffee before he could face the world. He made a beeline for the coffeemakers, avoiding all human interaction until he'd had at least one cup.
Buffy's face fell when she saw Spike hurry past her. A knot started to form in her chest as she decided that he probably regretted their make-out session. She swallowed down the lump in her throat and began picking at her soggy eggs.
Spike made his way back to the table, two fresh, and very black, cups of coffee in hand. He stared into the first mug, and quickly gulped the entire lot down. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes forcefully. That bloody aspirin hadn't worked quite as well as he thought. He laid his head down on the table, trying to ignore the pounding that was invading his brain.
Buffy's eyes began to tear as she saw Spike put his head down. 'This can't be happening again,' she thought sadly, heart beating in her chest. 'He can't even look at me. Was it really that awful?'
Spike heard a chair scrape the floor next to him and saw Xander sit down, tray piled with eggs, hashbrowns, and a bowl of Cream of Wheat. He slowly lifted his head, realizing where he was, and looked at the faces before him. He caught the teary eyes of the girl in front of him and smiled sheepishly. 'I knew it. She regrets everything that happened last night.' Spike once again dropped his forehead to the table.
Willow looked to the girl sitting to her right. Buffy looked like she was about to burst into tears. 'This is not good.' Swiftly, she kicked Spike's shin under the table.
Spike bolted upright in his chair, causing Buffy to jump and drop her fork. He glanced towards the redhead, who looked like she was ready to cut off his balls. Willow jerked her head towards Buffy, who was now playing with her hashbrowns, and mouthed the words: 'Say something.'
"Anyone else feel like they were run over by a Mack Truck?" Willow shot Spike a dirty look at his choice of conversation, who shrugged in response.
Buffy felt her lower lip begin to quiver and took a sip of her coffee, trying desperately to hold back the tears that were ready to spill. She chanced a glance at Spike, who was gazing at her with longing. Holding his eyes for a brief moment, she soon returned to her hashbrowns. She heard another chair scrape against the floor, and felt someone squeeze her knee gently.
She raised her head and was met with the sapphire glow of Spike's eyes, which were filled with comfort and hope. "Mornin' luv. Slept well I hope?"
Buffy finally released a sigh, and nodded, smiling at the man beside her.
Spike smiled at the girl's response. "Glad to hear that pet." He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I couldn't sleep at all after what you put me through." With that he placed a quick kiss on her temple and reached for his second coffee cup.
Buffy felt the tension leave her body and proudly announced that she had 'slept like a baby.' "In fact," she added, "it was the best sleep I've had in years."
Willow bounced giddily in her seat and watched Spike chuckle to himself as he took a sip of his coffee.
Xander froze with a spooful of Cream of Wheat milimeters from his lips. "Huh?" He looked around the table. "Did I miss something?" The entire table burst out laughing at the boy's response.
The rest of the breakfast passed in a comfortable silence, only interuppted once by Oz's arrival.
Soon Joyce made her way to the podium to make the morning's announcements. She informed the staff that the day would be filled with meetings about staff rules and the proper ways in which to handle difficult situations, a rehearsal of the welcome song, and a lot of moving of large objects. The campers' trunks would be arriving that afternoon and the correct number of beds had to be placed in each cabin. She went on to say that each counselor would be assigned an age group, as well as a day off, later in the day.
After she dismissed the group, Spike grabbed Buffy's hand, pulling her towards him. "Join me in the lounge Goldilocks?" Buffy nodded shyly as he led her to a room adjacent to the cafeteria.
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Closing the door softly behind them, Spike took a seat on a couch near the back of the room. Buffy walked in the same direction and took a seat beside him. Nervously, she raised her eyes to his.
Slowly he dipped his head down, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. Buffy relaxed as she felt him rest his forehead to her own. "I've been wanting to do that since last night." He said quietly, eyes still closed.
Buffy took one hand, and cupped his cheek gently, placing a sweet kiss on each of his closed lids.
He nuzzled into her palm further, covering her hand with his own. He opened his eyes wide and looked deeply into the green orbs in front of him. "I just wanted to tell you that I had an amazing time. . ." He whispered, lips close to hers.
"Me too," Buffy said, her hot breath passing over his mouth.
Spike licked his lips slowly. "No regrets?" He asked, inching closer.
"No regrets . . ." the girl responded, lifting her legs from the floor and placing them next to his body.
Spike closed the gap between them, placing his lips tentatively against Buffy's. He felt her open her mouth, and entered hungrily.
Buffy removed one leg from the couch and swung it around the other side of his body. She needed to be closer. Needed to feel every inch of him touching her.
Spike moved so he was sitting with his back firmly pressed to the back of the couch. Buffy scrambled to sit on top of him - legs straddling his. A low moan filled the room as she pressed herself down on him. His hands were now cupping her behind, rocking her to him. The sensations were even stronger than the night before, now that they were both sober and the fabric of their clothing much thinner.
Buffy moaned as Spike thrust his hips up to hers, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
Spike placed feather-lite kisses along her collar bone, clutching her to him as closely as possible.
In an instant, Spike was on top of her. Buffy instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He took her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him as he continued his movements. She looked into his eyes hungrily as she pulled him towards her harder and faster.
Spike was unable to keep his eyes open. The sensations were just too much. He squeezed his eyes shut and removed one hand from Buffy's face and placed it between their aching bodies.
Buffy held on to Spike's strong forearms as she arched into him. She watched his head loll back, as he gripped his bottom lip between his teeth. They were both gasping for air as she pulled on him faster and faster.
He saw that she was about to climax and caught the scream as he covered her mouth with his own.
Spike wrenched his lips away from hers as he let out a loud grunt. Completely spent, his body collapsed.
A strange silence filled the room that had been filled with moans and sighs only moments before.
"Sticky." Buffy said, breaking the silence, as she patted his behind playfully. Soon they were both laughing at the mess they made of themselves.
Spike lifted himself on his forearms to take a good look at the girl beneath him. "If that won't cure this bloody hangover, I don't know what will." He placed a kiss to her neck, removed himself from her arms, and stood up.
Buffy stood up next him, using the edge of his t-shirt to wipe his fluids from herself. "We have to stop meeting like this." She said with mock seriousness.
Spike turned to the girl next to him and gave her a small peck on the lips. "Seriously though luv, we should really slow this down before it becomes all about having lots of orgasms and less about us."
Buffy sighed, wiping the rest of the stickiness off her hand on his hair. "I suppose you're right." Spike looked at her aghast. "But you better not hold out on me for too long." Spike chuckled, feeling the disgusting goop in his hair begin to harden.
"We should both go hop in the shower before the meeting." Buffy sidled up next to him, only to be pushed away gently. "Separately, you little minx," he added. "Wouldn't want your mom getting too close a look at your attire . . . I think she's just starting to like me."
"Fine." Buffy pouted. "I guess I'll see you at the meeting then." She began to walk away but Spike pulled her into another bruising kiss. She savored the taste of him. Sucking his tongue slowly into her mouth.
He finally pulled back, looking into her eyes. "Movie night tonight? Just you and me?"
Buffy was about to say yes when she realized she was going to be in LA that night. . . with Angel! She smiled at Spike sweetly, "Let me see what I can do."
