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DAY 7

The past two days had been excruciating for Buffy. Not only was she ignoring Spike - desperately trying to get him out of her system by watching horrible action flicks with Angel, all the while dodging his roaming hands and roving tongue - but she hadn't spoken to Willow either. She'd traded her night out for OG duty the previous evening so she wouldn't have to speak with anyone.

Buffy eyed herself in the mirror, while re-applying her light pink lip-gloss.

But she really missed her best friend . . .and Spike too, if she was perfectly honest. Not to mention that by not talking to those two, she wasn't really around Xander or Oz that much either.

The blonde twisted off the cap to her rose perfume oil, and dabbed a tiny bit on her wrists and in her cleavage.

To fill the void she had decided to throw herself into her classes and focused on being an extra-attentive counselor. She had spent hours chatting with Dawn and Janice - painting their nails, drooling over celebrities, and discussing their favorite TV shows.

Almost ready,' she thought as she searched through her make-up bag for her mascara.

The movie nights with Angel were painful - of course her motive was to piss off Spike, but couldn't she at least enjoy the torture a little more? Considering she had been forced to watch every Iron Eagle movie as well as the complete oeuvre of Rob Schneider, she was seriously contemplating bashing her brains in with her jazz shoes.

She swept a tiny bit of bronzer over her cheeks and across her forehead.

Angel had tried to kiss her repeatedly, and even attempted to cop a feel a few times, but Buffy always pushed him away. After being with Spike, and the morning after from hell, she wasn't ready to do much in the making-out department. Plus, as bad as their argument had been, their time together was amazing, and she wasn't ready to soil those memories with more Angel-kissage.

I guess this is it,' she sighed, looking herself over in the mirror. Time to face the music. No more avoido-Buffy.'

She opened her door and watched the group of fifteen-year olds flitting around the hallway in a frenzy. Ladies, it's time to head out. Make sure you have your socks. A bunch of girls ran back into their rooms shrieking; knowing what a disaster it would be if they forgot those. Gwen, get back in your room and change, she ordered the girl in the tiny black mini-skirt. You know we said that everyone has to wear long pants tonight. The girl pouted, and shuffled back into her room. You should all have realized by now that it's Anya's day-off today, so please co-operate with me tonight. The buses leave in five minutes. We're riding with the boys - so NO hanky-panky on the ride, okay? A few of the girls who had started up summer-romances blushed, while the others giggled. Okay, I'll see you out there.

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Spike climbed on the bus and looked around at the screaming kids. Wonderful, an hour of this immediately followed by three hours of rented shoe-hell.' He heard someone scream behind him, Come on Gwen, get a move-on. A tiny girl, in leather pants and a skimpy tank top, pushed past him to find a seat. What the hell is that girl wearing? I can't believe her counselor let her go out like that!' he thought with disbelief.

It was either that or the bandana she was trying to pass-off as a skirt, a voice said from behind him.

Buffy had caught the look on Spike's face when he saw Gwen's outfit. She had to suppress a giggle as she saw his eyes almost bulge out of his head.

Spike turned and looked to the voice. He couldn't help but smile when he saw how adorable Buffy looked. She was wearing jeans with colored patches on the knees and thighs and a fitted red t-shirt with the words: Sk8ter Chick' written on the front in silver puffy-paint. Her hair was in two braids, with a floppy red sparkly hat sitting atop her head. The look made her appear very sweet and innocent. Of course, he knew better than to fall for the image she was trying to present. She's neither sweet nor innocent, he thought sadly, and then remembered that Buffy's bad streak was part of what had drawn him to her.

Buffy caught Spike's gaze and let a small smile slip. Wait . . .Why am I smiling? I hate him,' she realized, and quickly let the smile fall.

Spike frowned at the same moment and moved his attention to the campers on the bus. A few of the other counselors had positioned themselves in the back to maintain control. Spike cleared his throat and looked to Buffy once more. I guess that means we're stuck up here, pet.

She poked him in the chest. I am not a dog, cat or goldfish, she said, enunciating each word sharply and clearly. He pulled away, and rubbed the spot of her attack, and mocked pain. She continued, I am a girl. My name is Buffy. Please remember that. She flipped her braids and turned to climb into the counselor seat at the front of the bus.

Spike smirked at her reaction. There was the fiery girl he had missed these last few days. Hecouldn't help but chuckle at the letters BS' on the back of her t-shirt, also scrawled in messy puffy-paint.

Buffy scooted as close to the window as possible when Spike sat down beside her. Could my life get any worse?' She jumped slightly when she felt his leg brush her own. Damn small school bus seats.'

Spike noticed her reaction and let out a deep breath. Buffy, this night is going to be hard enough without us being at each other's throats.

The girl sighed, and kept staring out the window, trying desperately to ignore him.

He placed a tentative hand on her shoulder and forced her to look at him. About what I said-

Buffy removed his hand and looked warily into his eyes. Let's not, okay? I don't really want to talk about it.

He gulped and nodded his head slowly. Buffy rested her head to the window and watched the passing cars whiz by in a blur. The silence was killing him. So, what's with the get-up?

She smiled, trying not to let him see that he could bring about that response. Willow has a blue shirt, just like the one I'm wearing. We made them when we were fourteen, and wear them every time we go on a trip to Skate Land. Her smile faded when she remembered that they weren't speaking. Oh my god. How could I have forgotten? She's probably not wearing her shirt!'

Spike noticed the change in her demeanor and asked softly, You ok?

How does he do that?' she marveled as she gazed into his comforting blues eyes. One look and I forget everything that is wrong with my life,' She looked him over, drinking in his handsome features. He really is beautiful.' Her eyes moved to his lips, which now formed a small smile. She remembered how they felt pressed to her own. Slowly she shifted her right leg, letting it touch his hand that was resting between them on the seat.

Spike looked at her curiously, but Buffy's eyes had moved to the seatback in front of her. Did she mean to do that?' Tentatively he moved one finger lightly along the side of her leg. He relaxed when the corners of her mouth turned up in a small smile. Becoming bolder he moved his hand to rest on her knee and gave it a small squeeze.

She sighed and leaned against the window once more, enjoying the connection between them, but not wanting to acknowledge it fully. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his fingers trace patterns along her thigh.

I didn't mean it, luv, she heard him whisper as she drifted off into sleep.

Spike rested against the back of the seat and saw a look of peace wash over the small girl.

Forty-five minutes later, when the bus pulled into the Skate Land parking lot, Spike was still watching Buffy sleep. The kids exited the bus noisily, yet they didn't disrupt her slumber. He shook her gently. Wake up. Ride's over.

Buffy groaned and turned towards Spike, snuggling into his body.S he was having a great dream about their romp in the woods and didn't want to lose hold of it. Lately, all of her dreams had become nightmares after only five minutes of happy time. Spike's loving eyes would turn cold as he mocked her naiveté - laughing at her for believing the letter and thanking her for the ride. But this time, it wasn't changing. He was next to her. She could feel his heart beating.

Spike removed Buffy's sparkly cap and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She wriggled in his arms, and let her eyes open. The bus was silent except for Spike's shallow breathing.

He lifted her chin and looked deeply into her tired eyes. Enjoy the ride? He placed a small kiss to her nose. I know I did, he added with a quick smirk.

Buffy pulled back slowly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

I was just saying that it was a fun ride, sweetness.

Buffy's face paled and she practically jumped over Spike's body to get out of the seat.

Spike looked at her in shock. he asked, perplexed by her reaction.

I can't believe you- she started, shaking her head at him. Off his blank look she let out a loud exasperated shriek. She opened the door and ran off of the bus.

Spike stood up and yelled after her. What did I do now?! I was only commenting on the cozy bus ride. A look of horror crossed his face when he realized what she thought he meant. He bounded down the steps. Buffy . .No! He was too late. The door to Skate Land had just slammed shut. Oh balls! He shoved his hands deep in his pockets and made his way to the entrance. Nice choice of words Spike.'

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Spike walked into Skate Land, his duster flapping behind him as he closed the door. Where is she?' he thought as he looked around the room anxiously. He finally spotted her by the shoe check, trading her sneakers for a ratty pair of roller skates. I'll make her understand . . .that I'm just an idiot.' He walked towards Buffy quickly, only to be body checked by two bodies on either side.

Trying to balance themselves, Dawn and Janice latched onto Spike's arms. Breathlessly they giggled at the shocked counselor. Where are your skates, Spike? Janice asked sweetly.

Sorry bitlets, not really my thing.

Come on, you are so skating with us. Dawn said, as the two girls pulled him towards the counter, to exchange his combat boots.

After making the switch, the girls led him over to a bench where he just sat perfectly still, refusing to put on the skates. Dawn and Janice refused to let him be a big mope - so they yanked off his boots, and shoved the 8-wheels of death,' as he called them, onto his feet.

Spike stood up shakily and would have fallen if it weren't for the girls' quick reflexes. He took a deep breath and turned to them. You sure I'm ready for this? he asked, fear consuming him.

Don't be a baby, Dawn said, I won't let you fall.

Spike turned to Janice, who was nodding at him, trying to let him know that he was in very capable hands.

he said with a sigh. Unexpectedly, his face broke into an evil smirk. Try to keep up. He bolted towards the rink, leaving the two girls gaping at his speedy-skating skills.

Buffy watched as her two favorite campers chased Spike around the roller-rink. They were laughing and seemed to be having a great time with their little game of tag. No fair . . .those are my girls,' she pouted. He's supposed to be playing with me. . .I mean . . . THEY'RE supposed to be playing with me.' Buffy groaned. That cruel, cold-hearted butthead . . . making me want him when I'm supposed to despise his cute ass. I mean sorry . . .SORRY ass.' Buffy muttered under her breath. She looked around the rink, trying to find something to take her mind off of Spike. She spotted Willow, Xander and Oz taking a break to drink Slurpees at a table across the room. Smiling, Buffy skated towards the group. She knew they were supposed to be fighting, but she could see the girl was wearing the companion to her Sk8ter Chick' shirt.

Willow said happily as Buffy approached. You remembered. She indicated the red t-shirt the blonde wore.

Buffy's smile widened as she pointed to Willow's matching top. You too.

Xander nudged Willow. When she didn't move, he pushed her more forcefully, causing her to roll off her seat and stumble towards Buffy. The blonde caught Willow, and laughed. I guess that means we skate.'

Willow grinned. Plus, it's Love Shack.' She pointed to the speakers that were pumping out the classic B-52s song. She stood up straight and grabbed Buffy's hand. Let's groove. At that, the redhead pulled Buffy out to the rink.

Time flew by for the skaters as songs like Ice, Ice, Baby, Walk Like an Egyptian, and Blister in the Sun, kept them from leaving the floor.

Buffy and Willow were jamming out as they made their way around the rink. Without warning, a body rushed between them. They held their balance as Dawn looked behind her and waved happily, Hey Buffy! Hey Willow!

They smiled and waved back. Buffy shouted after the teenager. Slow down girlie!!

Suddenly a second body went flying past them. Buffy . . .Willow, Janice said as she rushed by.

Will they stop doing that?! Willow shrieked, holding a hand over her chest. Buffy started laughing and continued skating. A taller figure whirred past them, causing Buffy to scream with surprise.

Spike stopped quickly and turned to salute the two shaken young women.

The two continued to skate towards him, shooting him dirty looks. He started to turn around to resume his fun, but the toe stopper caught under him and he ended up falling to the ground with a thud.

Buffy and Willow laughed and skated towards the blonde, who was now sprawled on the ground. Serves you right, the redhead said, extending an arm to help him up. You ok?

Spike cracked his neck, and stretched his body slowly. Yeah, I think my ego's more bruised than anything else.

Buffy chuckled; it was great to see Spike fall on his ass. She was only worried that he might be hurt for a brief second. And that doesn't count because . . .well, it just doesn't.'

Buffy you go take him to sit down, I'm going to catch the speed-demons up there and tell them to put on the brakes. Before the blonde could protest, Willow was off after Dawn and Janice.

The girl groaned and pulled on Spike roughly. Hey, Florence Nightingale, take it easy.I'm injured here.

Buffy rolled her eyes and shoved him onto a bench. You'll heal. She took a seat next to him and removed her cap, allowing her head to breathe. It was stuffy under that thing.

Spike watched as Buffy panted and fanned herself. You want me to get us some water?

I don't need you to get me jack, she snapped.

he said shortly and turned around on the bench, so they were now facing in opposite directions.

Angel chose that exact moment to walk by with some of the younger female campers in tow. Nice moves, he said, commenting on Spike's spill on the rink. Is he having a hard time keeping up Buff? He snickered and kept walking.

Spike mumbled under his breath.

Buffy chuckled. Yah, he is. She couldn't control her laughter and soon her face became a bright shade of red.

Spike turned and looked at her, thrown by the response. Before he could get an answer, Conner plopped down next to him. Hey, mate. Where are your skates?

Don't skate, the boy said simply.

Come on. Spike said in disbelief.

Nope, I never skate when we come here, he said, shaking his head.

How else are you going to woo a lovely young lass during a partner skate if you don't get your butt out there? The older man indicated the girls circling around the rink. One in particular caught Conner's eye. Buffy and Spike immediately followed his eye-line to find that he was gazing at Dawn. They gave each other a knowing glance and got to work.

Buffy called out Dawn's name and waved the girl over. Conner sputtered incoherently and looked desperately at Spike for help. He shushed him and told him it would be fine.

What's up Buffy? Dawn asked, skidding to a stop in front of the bench.

You know Conner right?

Dawn put her hands on her small hips and gave Buffy a wide-eyed look. Duh, we're only in the same theater classes. You, of all people, should know that.

Spike laughed and Buffy shot him death-glare. He held up his hands in defeat. Well, Conner here needs a little help in the skating department.

Conner yelped. No, I don't. Really.

I'm your gal, Dawn said as she pulled him from his seat dragging the nervous boy to the skate counter. Spike laughed as her heard her small voice in the distance, repeating the same words from earlier: Don't be a baby. I won't let you fall.

My work here is done, Buffy said, rising to her feet. She placed the red cap on her head, and gave Spike a little wink. It's Loco-motion' time. Before he knew it, she was gone.

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That should be everyone, Buffy said to the bus driver. Keep it down, it's late, she said as she made her way to the back of the bus. The seating arrangements were switched; so this time around, she was stuck with Spike in the back. It was pitch black on the bus, only the flickering overhead light guided her way to the back. Scootch over bleach-boy - the window is mine!

Spike grumbled and made room for her to climb over him.

When she finally got comfortable in the seat, she turned away from him and leaned her head against the window. The temperature outside had cooled off considerably since they left campus; and the cold glass against her skin wasn't helping the chill that was quickly spreading through her body.

Spike noted her quivering form. You okay Buffy? She nodded, but he wasn't convinced - especially since the sound of her chattering teeth filled the air. He shrugged off his duster and placed it over their bodies.

Buffy shot up. Get that thing off of me!

a group of campers hissed loudly. Everyone was trying to catch a few z's, cuddle with their sweeties, or jam to music pumping through private headphones. There was only an hour to do all these things before arriving back at Sunny-D, and Buffy's screeching wasn't helping.

Spike pulled Buffy towards him and once again spread the duster over them. She wriggled and protested, trying to pull away from his grip. He shushed her and gently pressed her head to his shoulder.

She pouted, then finally relaxed against him. He smells nice . . . jackass.'

Spike removed her hat and set it next to him on the floor. He stroked her head softly, soothing her nerves. He looked around the dark bus. The campers were now sleeping, or lost in his or her own hushed conversations or music selections. He let his eyes close and breathed deeply.

Buffy moved against him, turning her body into his even more. She kept shifting, trying to find a better position. Uncomfortable, luv? he asked quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone.

I just can't figure out . . . she shifted again, what to do here.

Swiftly, he scooped up her legs and placed them on his lap, scooting further into the corner of the seat.

Buffy lifted her head and gave him a small smile. Her face went cold and she wagged her finger in his face. But don't get any ideas mister, she whispered harshly.

I'll be a good boy, he said as he waggled his eyebrows at her. He leaned in closer and whispered huskily in her ear. Question is . . .can you be a good girl? He pulled away and laughed at the priceless look on her face. She shook her head in disbelief and rested her head to his shoulder again. This is nice . . .Why did things have to go all crazy?' She moved her hands under the duster and rested them against his chest to warm them.

Spike wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, and used his right hand to cover Buffy's. He closed his eyes again, and slowly ran light circles over her hand. I've missed this so much.'

Buffy kept her eyes firmly closed. She didn't want to open them to find him gone, and discover that this was another dream. A shiver went through her body as his fingertips explored her wrist, then further up her arm. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest, as was his - she could feel it under her clenched hands. She heard him take a big gulp of air as his hand moved across her collarbone.

Don't blow it Spike. . .she's going to smack you any second if you aren't careful.' He tried to slow his breathing and opened his eyes. He focused his attentions on the bobbing head of camper, seemingly absorbed in the latest pop hit. He looked around him. No one seemed to be paying attention to them; they were in the very last seat in the bus, after all. Spike felt a small hand cover his and he closed his eyes. That's it mate. Game over.' To his surprise, he found his hand being placed over her right breast.

What am I doing?' Buffy thought nervously. Fuck it!' She squeezed Spike's hand gently, signaling him to continue his ministrations.

Spike couldn't believe what was happening. Not taking any chances, he slowly kneaded the small, supple breast in his hand.

Not close enough,' the naughty voice in Buffy's head screamed. She lowered his hand and brought it up under her shirt.

Spike drew in a large amount of air as quietly as he could, and squeezed his eyes closed. He slowly moved the top of the bra cup down, uncovering the warm flesh beneath. He slid his hand inside and cupped her gently in his hand, rubbing her nipple softly with his thumb.

Buffy let out a small mewl, and shifted under the duster.

Spike shushed her quietly and tilted his head to rest on top of hers.His started kneading her breast more roughly, as he inhaled the sweet and sweaty scent of her hair.

Buffy couldn't take it anymore. The things he was doing to her were driving her body into a mad frenzy. She dropped his hand from hers and lifted her eyes to Spike's. He looked at her questioningly, searching for a reason for this whole thing. Buffy moved again, allowing one leg to fall from his lap and back to the floor. Did I do something wrong? I thought that's what she wanted?' He heard a small pop and a low zipping sound, and Buffy grabbed his hand once again. Her eyes never left his as she led him to the destination.

Spike gasped when he felt her guide his hand down the front of her unclasped jeans. She was spread for him under the duster, with only her feet poking out from beneath. She nodded to him slightly as she used both hands to direct him further.He gulped and tried to maintain eye contact and watched in awe as her eyes fluttered closed and her chest heaved from the quick breaths she was taking. She burrowed her face into his shoulder as he continued his explorations. The hand that had been placed on her shoulder was now massaging the base of her head in time with his thrusts.

Buffy moved one of her hands to his t-shirt and gripped the material tightly; the other fell limp to the side of her body. She lightly nipped at his shoulder and began rotating her hips slowly. Little moans were escaping her mouth and she was afraid if she wasn't careful the kids would figure out what they were doing.

Spike closed his eyes and held her even more tightly as he exhaled into her hair. Afraid he would never have this chance again, he wanted the heat within her to build at a leisurely and tortuous pace - drawing this moment out for as long as possible.

Buffy felt tears spring to her eyes and took three successive large gulps of air, trying to calm down.

Spike moved his free hand from her head down to her lower back and held her steady, not letting her thrash around too visibly. He murmured incoherent syllables into her hair, trying to calm her, as well as remind her who was causing the wonderful sensations.

She couldn't take the torture anymore. She needed it finished.Needed the release.

He felt her body start to shake uncontrollably against him. He moved his free hand up her back and placed it on the back of her head. Knowing that her climax was rapidly approaching, he gently pushed her face further into his shoulder.

Please, please, please. . .' she begged silently, as her breathing became even more erratic against his shoulder. Unable to contain herself any longer, she let out a muffled squeal into his shoulder. He hissed as he felt her clamp her teeth down on his neck, in an attempt to stifle the sounds escaping her throat. Her body quaked a few more times before finally falling limp in his lap.

Spike was breathing in and out of his nose sharply, trying to keep from falling over the edge with the girl on top of him. That had to be the most erotic experience of his life. It was about the danger of getting caught; his need to turn her into a trembling mess, without anyone knowing the truth. He quietly zipped up her pants and re-fastened the top. She's never going to look at that Sk8ter shirt the same way again,' he thought to himself happily. He gently lifted her left leg to his lap again and felt her breathing slow. he whispered quietly. When she didn't respond he moved his head slightly to steal a glance at her. He chuckled when he saw that she had completely passed out. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and joined her in a quick nap.