WARNING - There is some graphic sexual activity in this chapter. Since
ff.net has put a stop to NC-17, I've decided to be a good girl and edit
this chapter as much as I could stand (and will go back and edit the
earlier ones soon). It should be up unedited (in all its smut-filled
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Revello
The twenty teenagers congregated in Buffy and Anya's room in Revello - some sat on the floor, while the others sprawled on the two double beds.
Buffy spoke from the front of the room, Anya by her side. "Welcome to Revello. I know a lot of you have been to Sunny-D before, so I'm going to try to keep this meeting short." The girls whooped, as they had hoped they might get out of there quickly to go mingle with the boys. "I'm Buffy." A few of her returning campers cheered. "And this is Anya." The other counselor smiled brilliantly, and the girls waved hello and clapped warmly. "The rules for Revello are pretty simple. The most important being - 'respect us. . . we will respect you.' You're not little kids any more, so we're not going to treat you that way." Buffy continued, as she looked over the excited faces, giving a little wave to Dawn. "There are rules set for Sunny-D that are for the safety of the campers. Rules that should NEVER, under ANY circumstances, be broken. For example, there will be no drinking, smoking, or drugs of any kind on this campus." The girls nodded, but a couple did look disappointed at the news. "We find cigarettes . . . we'll confiscate them. There are plenty of counselors who would happily take them off your hands." She smiled thinking of Spike's little addiction.
"And then there are other rules that Anya and myself will be a little more lenient about - such as wake-up time. If you want to sleep until the last possible minute before you can make it to breakfast on-time, then be my guest. But #1-Good luck sleeping through Jonathan's endless morning chatter. And #2 - You better be sitting at the table when the clock hits 9 o'clock."
"What about you?" Anya said interrupting her co-counselor.
"What ABOUT me?"
"I mean, I've heard stories about your notorious sleeping habits. . ."
Buffy blushed brightly at Anya's remarks. "I will be awake and at breakfast at the same time as you," she said looking at the giggling girls, then directing a dirty look at Anya. "If you have to be there, so do we. Anything else you'd like to add?"
"No . . . you're doing great . . . continue," Anya said, reaching for a bag of popcorn she had stored on her desk. She perched on top of the counter and started munching happily.
"There's also a little thing called in-time." The returning campers groaned at the mention of those two hated words. "You will be in this cabin at 10 p.m. Some nights we will let you stay out a little later, but if we ask you to get inside, please don't whine or complain - just get your butts inside. Capiche?" The girls nodded.
"Ah yes, my favorite rule. The cabins at Sunny-D are NOT co-ed." Off the girls' whining, she continued. "I know . . . it sucks. But you are not allowed in the boys' cabins, and they are not allowed in here." Anya waved her hand rapidly at Buffy. "Yes Anya?" the blonde sighed.
"What about us?"
"Huh?" Buffy asked, confused.
"I mean, what if I want to bring a nice boy-toy over after a night out. That's allowed right?" she asked, as if it were very simple.
"No. The male counselors are not allowed in the girls' cabins except in emergency situations. If something . . ."
Before Buffy could finish, Anya interrupted once again. "What if I'm really really horny. . . that counts as an emergency doesn't it?"
The girls laughed and Buffy rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore the question. Anya muttered under her breath, 'Perfectly legitimate question.'
"If one of us happens to find you in one of the boys' cabins and tells you to get out. . .then move it. Or, if we find one of the boys here, the same holds true, get them out." Buffy smiled mischievously at the girls. "But if we decide to walk the other way - then just quiet down, and continue on with your business." The girls cheered, Buffy shushed them. "That doesn't mean that the next time we're going to be cool about it - understand? If the next night we catch you again, and this time we tell you to get going - then just do it." The girls nodded, not wanting to press their luck.
"I have been a counselor here for many years now, and a camper here for much longer - so anything you're going to try, I've probably already done. So the main lesson here is: DON'T BE STUPID! If you're dumb enough to get caught in the first place, then we're gonna bust you."
"Finally, this is the hardest part. You guys are here for three weeks - some of you for six. I know it's tempting to get involved with the boys - start little summer flings going. But please remember, that camp relationships change over night in this place. Look around you. The next boy you kiss, will probably end up making out with the girl next to you before the summer is through." A bunch of ewwws passed through the room. "And, if you're considering having sex with your new camp boyfriend, please come talk to myself or Anya, or, if that's too uncomfortable, remember what I just said about the kissing." More 'ewwws' and 'yucks' were heard.
"But if you do, USE CONDOMS!" Anya shouted, happy to finally be able to contribute.
"Anya!" Buffy said, shocked at the girl next to her.
"Seriously! I have lots of condoms. If you need 'em, I'll give them to you. Who am I to stand . . ."
"But DON'T!" Buffy shouted over the laughing teenagers.
"What? Don't use condoms?" Anya asked, giving Buffy a confused look.
"No. . .I mean. . .YES! Use condoms!" Buffy struggled to spit out, considering how flustered she had become. "But don't have sex!" The girls were now rolling around the room in laughter, as Anya looked on, still happily chomping on her popcorn. "Okay, get out of here. Go do . . .something. . .the boys . . ." the girls were now howling, "No. . .don't DO the boys. Arrrgh!" Buffy shouted in exasperation, and shooed them away. "Just go elsewhere." Buffy groaned and shook her head as the teenagers left the room, still laughing uncontrollably. "Be back here by ten!" she shouted after them.
After the last girl exited the room, Anya turned to the blonde. "I think that went well . . . don't you?"
Buffy started to lecture her co-counselor, but couldn't take it anymore, and slumped to her bed, laughter finally getting the better of her.
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The Crypt
"Well, that being said - I think you lot are old enough to go find something to keep yourselves busy." Spike smiled at the group of young men who were sitting in his room. When none of them moved, he spoke again. "What? Did I forget something?"
"No -" one of the teenagers said. "It's just that . . .you're so. . .Cool!" Spike smiled at the comment. "Angel was such a prick last year. Wouldn't let us do anything!"
Spike grinned at the shocked faces in front of him. "Well, I'm not Angel. So however things went last year with Angel in charge, expect a few changes." A splattering of 'yah's,' and 'great's' were shouted. "Good, then. Don't leave those lovely ladies waiting too long." Spike rose from his chair and shouted to the young man who was exiting the room, "Oy! Conner! Hold up a minute!"
Conner shuffled over to his new counselor. "Yah?"
"I just wanted to let you know, that I heard about what happened last year . . ." Spike started, only the have the younger man jump in.
"Look, I'd appreciate if you didn't get on my case already. If you're one of Angel's buddies . . ."
"Calm down boy! I am NOT, nor have I EVER been, one of Angel's cronies." Conner relaxed. "I just wanted to let you know, that whatever happened with you and Angel . . . you have a clean slate with me."
"Really?" he asked, perking up a bit.
"Really. Plus, I wanted to thank you for the sweet set-up." Spike added, indicating his room.
Conner laughed. "My pleasure." The boy walked around the room, eyeing the photos Spike had taped to the mirror. "These your CDs?" he asked, looking at the small case on Spike's desk.
"No one else's." Spike said as he lay down on his bed, arms folded behind his head. "Take a look if you like."
Conner flipped through the pages. "The Ramones. . .Sex Pistols. . .White Stripes - not bad."
"Glad you approve." The blonde said with a smirk, pleased at the boy's response.
"'Puddle of Mudd - Come Clean.' I've been meaning to get this one."
"Yah - it's pretty good. Couple of songs helped me get through my last break-up. Better that than destroy my apartment . . . know what I mean?"
Conner laughed, as he had a temper himself. "Exactly." He went back to flipping through the CD book. "Tom Waits. . .Bruce Springsteen . . ." he paused for a moment, and held up the case so Spike could see. "Sarah MacLachlan?"
Spike bolted up from the bed and snatched the booklet from the boy's hands. "How did that get in there?" He said, trying to cover for his addiction to chick-music, and giggled nervously. Conner quirked an eyebrow at his counselor. Spike took a deep breath and tried to look tough. "My ex must have put it in there." He looked over to the tall brown-haired boy and said with a shrug- "Women."
Conner chuckled, and nodded, not wanting to embarrass his new friend. "Women."
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Revello - Midnight (EDITED FOR CONTENT)
Buffy closed the back door to Revello, smoothed her skirt, and walked into the night. After refusing to get into their rooms for over an hour, the girls had finally quieted down. She walked down the steps and soon found herself pressed against a tree in the woods behind the cabin. Before she could speak, a mouth covered her own, tongue finding its way quickly inside. Buffy moaned and clung to the body pressed against her. She didn't mind the hard wood digging into her back, all she could think about was the kiss never ending. The body pulled away, and the moonlight shining through the trees finally illuminated the handsome face of her captor.
"Hi," Spike whispered, as he leaned towards Buffy, resting his forehead to hers.
Buffy couldn't tear her eyes away from the blue one's that were now gazing intently into her own. "Hi," she breathed, just before he claimed her mouth again.
Spike gently pulled her lower lip into his mouth, and then resumed kissing her with even more fervor. He moved his assault to her neck, and whispered softly in her ear, "God, I've missed you," before nipping at the flesh of her earlobe.
'This is wrong . . . ahhh tinglies . . .bad . . .' Buffy's thoughts were scattered, as she moaned at Spike's talented manipulations. 'Must stop . . .right there . . .ears good . . .' She found herself running her hands up his strong back, and into his soft curly locks. Pulling his head from her neck, she stared deeply into his eyes. Quickly, she yanked him back to her and attacked his lips, forcing them open to allow her tongue access. 'He tastes so good.'
Spike pushed her harder against the tree, lifting one of her legs and placing it around his waist. He moved his pelvis slowly against her, allowing the slow grind to gradually fuel the fires within them. Buffy gasped at the feel of him, which only made him move more deeply and deliberately.
Buffy tore her lips away from his, holding him tightly. "I need to tell you something." She panted in his ear, struggling to get the words out.
"What's that luv?" he groaned.
She could barely speak. "Uuuuh . . . I . . . ahhh . . .wanted . . .uuuahhh- " their pants and moans increased, "I . . . need . . . ooohh. . ." She jumped up and wrapped her legs around him, looking deeply in his eyes as she spoke. "Less talk. More kissing."
Spike's face broke into a huge grin, as he dove towards her mouth again.
Buffy ran her hands down his back, and squeezed his ass gently, coaxing him to resume his movements. Without thinking, she dropped one hand between them and quickly undid his fly. She grasped him in her small hand and brought him to her center. Before he could react, Buffy thrust herself on him.
Spike raised his head to hers, a look of complete and utter shock crossed his features. He was not prepared for this to happen so soon. Their make- out sessions in the past had spiraled out of control, but never in his wildest dreams did he think they would get this far this quickly. Spike dropped his head to her shoulder, and trembled as he felt her envelope him like a glove. He needed to control his breathing, or it would be over before it had even really begun. He felt her arms and legs wrap around his body tightly, trapping him against her.
Soon the two found their own rhythm, and clutched desperately to one another. Buffy buried her face in his shoulder, to stifle the moans that were coming faster and louder.
Buffy couldn't tell where her body ended and his began. It was like they were a part of one another. She murmured unintelligibly when she felt that place deep inside of her awaken. Holding him more tightly than she thought was humanly possible, she let out a low scream into his shoulder.
Spike's body shook as they reached one final climax together.
They clung to each other for what felt like hours, before Buffy finally felt him lower her feet to the ground. She held onto him as he tucked himself back into his jeans, needing to stay connected for a little while longer. She lifted her eyes to his, still not fully comprehending what had happened minutes before.
He smiled and placed a light kiss to her lips. "Welcome back luv."
She laughed and placed a small kiss to his cheek. "Good welcome home surprise."
"Actually . . ." he walked over to a patch of grass, and quickly hid his gift behind his back. "Let me get you back to your cabin first." Not twenty paces later they were standing outside her back door.
"Did you have something else you wanted to show me?" Buffy asked flirtatiously, trying to steal a glimpse of what he was hiding.
"I don't know if you've earned it," he said, sighing, and shaking his head at the girl.
Buffy mocked offense, and smacked him lightly upside his head. She tried to maneuver herself around him, to get a hold of whatever he was hiding away. Soon they were both laughing, completely involved in their little game of keep-away.
"Buff . . ." a loud whisper came from the other side of the building.
'Shit.' Buffy thought, as her body stiffened, heart pounding. Amidst all the kissing and . . . other activities, she had completely forgotten that she had told Angel to meet her at midnight.
"Sorry I'm late, I got held . . . bleach boy." He said, pausing when he saw the young man standing with Buffy on the steps.
"Angel." He said, jaw tightening.
"You ready?" Angel asked, looking at Buffy expectantly. "Movie night?"
She turned her gaze to Spike, whose face was plastered with confusion. Her heart sank as she looked into his pained blue eyes. She turned to Angel, and took a deep breath, and spoke softly. "Give me a second." She ran into her room and tore away her clothing, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She looked herself over in the mirror, and removed a few stray leaves and pieces of bark from her hair. The flush on her cheeks was highly visible. She took out her bottle of Evian, poured some into her cupped palm, and splashed it on her face. Giving herself another look, she pressed her fingers to her swollen lips. Sighing, she ran from the room, switching out the light.
"I don't think I . . ." she started to say as she opened the door - only to find the steps empty except for a crumpled envelope and three semi-squished flowers. She bent down to pick up the items, and walked back into Revello, closing the door on the empty night behind her.
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This chapter is much better without the edits. I felt like I had to chop a beautiful, passionate scene to bits. So try to get over to www.spuffyarchives.com, or e-mail me at snarkysoul@yahoo.com to read it.
Chapter 18 should be up soon!
Thanks again for the great reviews (and for hangin' in there with me). Spike fans are the best!
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Revello
The twenty teenagers congregated in Buffy and Anya's room in Revello - some sat on the floor, while the others sprawled on the two double beds.
Buffy spoke from the front of the room, Anya by her side. "Welcome to Revello. I know a lot of you have been to Sunny-D before, so I'm going to try to keep this meeting short." The girls whooped, as they had hoped they might get out of there quickly to go mingle with the boys. "I'm Buffy." A few of her returning campers cheered. "And this is Anya." The other counselor smiled brilliantly, and the girls waved hello and clapped warmly. "The rules for Revello are pretty simple. The most important being - 'respect us. . . we will respect you.' You're not little kids any more, so we're not going to treat you that way." Buffy continued, as she looked over the excited faces, giving a little wave to Dawn. "There are rules set for Sunny-D that are for the safety of the campers. Rules that should NEVER, under ANY circumstances, be broken. For example, there will be no drinking, smoking, or drugs of any kind on this campus." The girls nodded, but a couple did look disappointed at the news. "We find cigarettes . . . we'll confiscate them. There are plenty of counselors who would happily take them off your hands." She smiled thinking of Spike's little addiction.
"And then there are other rules that Anya and myself will be a little more lenient about - such as wake-up time. If you want to sleep until the last possible minute before you can make it to breakfast on-time, then be my guest. But #1-Good luck sleeping through Jonathan's endless morning chatter. And #2 - You better be sitting at the table when the clock hits 9 o'clock."
"What about you?" Anya said interrupting her co-counselor.
"What ABOUT me?"
"I mean, I've heard stories about your notorious sleeping habits. . ."
Buffy blushed brightly at Anya's remarks. "I will be awake and at breakfast at the same time as you," she said looking at the giggling girls, then directing a dirty look at Anya. "If you have to be there, so do we. Anything else you'd like to add?"
"No . . . you're doing great . . . continue," Anya said, reaching for a bag of popcorn she had stored on her desk. She perched on top of the counter and started munching happily.
"There's also a little thing called in-time." The returning campers groaned at the mention of those two hated words. "You will be in this cabin at 10 p.m. Some nights we will let you stay out a little later, but if we ask you to get inside, please don't whine or complain - just get your butts inside. Capiche?" The girls nodded.
"Ah yes, my favorite rule. The cabins at Sunny-D are NOT co-ed." Off the girls' whining, she continued. "I know . . . it sucks. But you are not allowed in the boys' cabins, and they are not allowed in here." Anya waved her hand rapidly at Buffy. "Yes Anya?" the blonde sighed.
"What about us?"
"Huh?" Buffy asked, confused.
"I mean, what if I want to bring a nice boy-toy over after a night out. That's allowed right?" she asked, as if it were very simple.
"No. The male counselors are not allowed in the girls' cabins except in emergency situations. If something . . ."
Before Buffy could finish, Anya interrupted once again. "What if I'm really really horny. . . that counts as an emergency doesn't it?"
The girls laughed and Buffy rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore the question. Anya muttered under her breath, 'Perfectly legitimate question.'
"If one of us happens to find you in one of the boys' cabins and tells you to get out. . .then move it. Or, if we find one of the boys here, the same holds true, get them out." Buffy smiled mischievously at the girls. "But if we decide to walk the other way - then just quiet down, and continue on with your business." The girls cheered, Buffy shushed them. "That doesn't mean that the next time we're going to be cool about it - understand? If the next night we catch you again, and this time we tell you to get going - then just do it." The girls nodded, not wanting to press their luck.
"I have been a counselor here for many years now, and a camper here for much longer - so anything you're going to try, I've probably already done. So the main lesson here is: DON'T BE STUPID! If you're dumb enough to get caught in the first place, then we're gonna bust you."
"Finally, this is the hardest part. You guys are here for three weeks - some of you for six. I know it's tempting to get involved with the boys - start little summer flings going. But please remember, that camp relationships change over night in this place. Look around you. The next boy you kiss, will probably end up making out with the girl next to you before the summer is through." A bunch of ewwws passed through the room. "And, if you're considering having sex with your new camp boyfriend, please come talk to myself or Anya, or, if that's too uncomfortable, remember what I just said about the kissing." More 'ewwws' and 'yucks' were heard.
"But if you do, USE CONDOMS!" Anya shouted, happy to finally be able to contribute.
"Anya!" Buffy said, shocked at the girl next to her.
"Seriously! I have lots of condoms. If you need 'em, I'll give them to you. Who am I to stand . . ."
"But DON'T!" Buffy shouted over the laughing teenagers.
"What? Don't use condoms?" Anya asked, giving Buffy a confused look.
"No. . .I mean. . .YES! Use condoms!" Buffy struggled to spit out, considering how flustered she had become. "But don't have sex!" The girls were now rolling around the room in laughter, as Anya looked on, still happily chomping on her popcorn. "Okay, get out of here. Go do . . .something. . .the boys . . ." the girls were now howling, "No. . .don't DO the boys. Arrrgh!" Buffy shouted in exasperation, and shooed them away. "Just go elsewhere." Buffy groaned and shook her head as the teenagers left the room, still laughing uncontrollably. "Be back here by ten!" she shouted after them.
After the last girl exited the room, Anya turned to the blonde. "I think that went well . . . don't you?"
Buffy started to lecture her co-counselor, but couldn't take it anymore, and slumped to her bed, laughter finally getting the better of her.
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The Crypt
"Well, that being said - I think you lot are old enough to go find something to keep yourselves busy." Spike smiled at the group of young men who were sitting in his room. When none of them moved, he spoke again. "What? Did I forget something?"
"No -" one of the teenagers said. "It's just that . . .you're so. . .Cool!" Spike smiled at the comment. "Angel was such a prick last year. Wouldn't let us do anything!"
Spike grinned at the shocked faces in front of him. "Well, I'm not Angel. So however things went last year with Angel in charge, expect a few changes." A splattering of 'yah's,' and 'great's' were shouted. "Good, then. Don't leave those lovely ladies waiting too long." Spike rose from his chair and shouted to the young man who was exiting the room, "Oy! Conner! Hold up a minute!"
Conner shuffled over to his new counselor. "Yah?"
"I just wanted to let you know, that I heard about what happened last year . . ." Spike started, only the have the younger man jump in.
"Look, I'd appreciate if you didn't get on my case already. If you're one of Angel's buddies . . ."
"Calm down boy! I am NOT, nor have I EVER been, one of Angel's cronies." Conner relaxed. "I just wanted to let you know, that whatever happened with you and Angel . . . you have a clean slate with me."
"Really?" he asked, perking up a bit.
"Really. Plus, I wanted to thank you for the sweet set-up." Spike added, indicating his room.
Conner laughed. "My pleasure." The boy walked around the room, eyeing the photos Spike had taped to the mirror. "These your CDs?" he asked, looking at the small case on Spike's desk.
"No one else's." Spike said as he lay down on his bed, arms folded behind his head. "Take a look if you like."
Conner flipped through the pages. "The Ramones. . .Sex Pistols. . .White Stripes - not bad."
"Glad you approve." The blonde said with a smirk, pleased at the boy's response.
"'Puddle of Mudd - Come Clean.' I've been meaning to get this one."
"Yah - it's pretty good. Couple of songs helped me get through my last break-up. Better that than destroy my apartment . . . know what I mean?"
Conner laughed, as he had a temper himself. "Exactly." He went back to flipping through the CD book. "Tom Waits. . .Bruce Springsteen . . ." he paused for a moment, and held up the case so Spike could see. "Sarah MacLachlan?"
Spike bolted up from the bed and snatched the booklet from the boy's hands. "How did that get in there?" He said, trying to cover for his addiction to chick-music, and giggled nervously. Conner quirked an eyebrow at his counselor. Spike took a deep breath and tried to look tough. "My ex must have put it in there." He looked over to the tall brown-haired boy and said with a shrug- "Women."
Conner chuckled, and nodded, not wanting to embarrass his new friend. "Women."
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Revello - Midnight (EDITED FOR CONTENT)
Buffy closed the back door to Revello, smoothed her skirt, and walked into the night. After refusing to get into their rooms for over an hour, the girls had finally quieted down. She walked down the steps and soon found herself pressed against a tree in the woods behind the cabin. Before she could speak, a mouth covered her own, tongue finding its way quickly inside. Buffy moaned and clung to the body pressed against her. She didn't mind the hard wood digging into her back, all she could think about was the kiss never ending. The body pulled away, and the moonlight shining through the trees finally illuminated the handsome face of her captor.
"Hi," Spike whispered, as he leaned towards Buffy, resting his forehead to hers.
Buffy couldn't tear her eyes away from the blue one's that were now gazing intently into her own. "Hi," she breathed, just before he claimed her mouth again.
Spike gently pulled her lower lip into his mouth, and then resumed kissing her with even more fervor. He moved his assault to her neck, and whispered softly in her ear, "God, I've missed you," before nipping at the flesh of her earlobe.
'This is wrong . . . ahhh tinglies . . .bad . . .' Buffy's thoughts were scattered, as she moaned at Spike's talented manipulations. 'Must stop . . .right there . . .ears good . . .' She found herself running her hands up his strong back, and into his soft curly locks. Pulling his head from her neck, she stared deeply into his eyes. Quickly, she yanked him back to her and attacked his lips, forcing them open to allow her tongue access. 'He tastes so good.'
Spike pushed her harder against the tree, lifting one of her legs and placing it around his waist. He moved his pelvis slowly against her, allowing the slow grind to gradually fuel the fires within them. Buffy gasped at the feel of him, which only made him move more deeply and deliberately.
Buffy tore her lips away from his, holding him tightly. "I need to tell you something." She panted in his ear, struggling to get the words out.
"What's that luv?" he groaned.
She could barely speak. "Uuuuh . . . I . . . ahhh . . .wanted . . .uuuahhh- " their pants and moans increased, "I . . . need . . . ooohh. . ." She jumped up and wrapped her legs around him, looking deeply in his eyes as she spoke. "Less talk. More kissing."
Spike's face broke into a huge grin, as he dove towards her mouth again.
Buffy ran her hands down his back, and squeezed his ass gently, coaxing him to resume his movements. Without thinking, she dropped one hand between them and quickly undid his fly. She grasped him in her small hand and brought him to her center. Before he could react, Buffy thrust herself on him.
Spike raised his head to hers, a look of complete and utter shock crossed his features. He was not prepared for this to happen so soon. Their make- out sessions in the past had spiraled out of control, but never in his wildest dreams did he think they would get this far this quickly. Spike dropped his head to her shoulder, and trembled as he felt her envelope him like a glove. He needed to control his breathing, or it would be over before it had even really begun. He felt her arms and legs wrap around his body tightly, trapping him against her.
Soon the two found their own rhythm, and clutched desperately to one another. Buffy buried her face in his shoulder, to stifle the moans that were coming faster and louder.
Buffy couldn't tell where her body ended and his began. It was like they were a part of one another. She murmured unintelligibly when she felt that place deep inside of her awaken. Holding him more tightly than she thought was humanly possible, she let out a low scream into his shoulder.
Spike's body shook as they reached one final climax together.
They clung to each other for what felt like hours, before Buffy finally felt him lower her feet to the ground. She held onto him as he tucked himself back into his jeans, needing to stay connected for a little while longer. She lifted her eyes to his, still not fully comprehending what had happened minutes before.
He smiled and placed a light kiss to her lips. "Welcome back luv."
She laughed and placed a small kiss to his cheek. "Good welcome home surprise."
"Actually . . ." he walked over to a patch of grass, and quickly hid his gift behind his back. "Let me get you back to your cabin first." Not twenty paces later they were standing outside her back door.
"Did you have something else you wanted to show me?" Buffy asked flirtatiously, trying to steal a glimpse of what he was hiding.
"I don't know if you've earned it," he said, sighing, and shaking his head at the girl.
Buffy mocked offense, and smacked him lightly upside his head. She tried to maneuver herself around him, to get a hold of whatever he was hiding away. Soon they were both laughing, completely involved in their little game of keep-away.
"Buff . . ." a loud whisper came from the other side of the building.
'Shit.' Buffy thought, as her body stiffened, heart pounding. Amidst all the kissing and . . . other activities, she had completely forgotten that she had told Angel to meet her at midnight.
"Sorry I'm late, I got held . . . bleach boy." He said, pausing when he saw the young man standing with Buffy on the steps.
"Angel." He said, jaw tightening.
"You ready?" Angel asked, looking at Buffy expectantly. "Movie night?"
She turned her gaze to Spike, whose face was plastered with confusion. Her heart sank as she looked into his pained blue eyes. She turned to Angel, and took a deep breath, and spoke softly. "Give me a second." She ran into her room and tore away her clothing, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She looked herself over in the mirror, and removed a few stray leaves and pieces of bark from her hair. The flush on her cheeks was highly visible. She took out her bottle of Evian, poured some into her cupped palm, and splashed it on her face. Giving herself another look, she pressed her fingers to her swollen lips. Sighing, she ran from the room, switching out the light.
"I don't think I . . ." she started to say as she opened the door - only to find the steps empty except for a crumpled envelope and three semi-squished flowers. She bent down to pick up the items, and walked back into Revello, closing the door on the empty night behind her.
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This chapter is much better without the edits. I felt like I had to chop a beautiful, passionate scene to bits. So try to get over to www.spuffyarchives.com, or e-mail me at snarkysoul@yahoo.com to read it.
Chapter 18 should be up soon!
