WARNING - This chapter has been edited for ff.net. To read the un-cut
version head over to www.spuffyarchives.com. I know, this is getting
repetitive, but if my characters wouldn't keep goin' at it like bunny
rabbits, I wouldn't always have this problem. Anyway, enjoy . . .and
remember, "Summer Nights" is up for 'fic of the week' again.
Thanks to Flames and Lady Anne - the 2 best betas in the entire world.
26. Apocalype Now
Buffy threw on a pair of flannel PJ bottoms and a tank top and examined herself in the mirror. She couldn't remember a time when she'd looked so at peace. The day at the amusement park had been amazing; no campers, no worries, no fighting, no tears - just her, Spike, and her best friends running around like a bunch of teenagers. She had really needed a break from all of her responsibilities; and the disappearing act from camp - as well as her usual self - was liberating and completely wonderful.
She pulled her hair into a loose knot on the top of her head and skipped happily over to her bed. Grabbing a pillow and a throw blanket, she ran out of the room at top speed.
There were still a few hours left before the group had to rest up for the next day of work, so they had decided to spend it in the day-off room in the staff building. Her mother had decided a few years ago, that the counselors needed a place to go on-campus during their days-off that was solely for them. The room had couches, a TV, a Playstation, and few board games - and a sign on the door restricting anyone except that day's counselors from entering.
Buffy walked into the room to see the other five young people already lounging with their own blankets and pillows. Willow and Oz were sprawled on the floor, Xander and Cordy were sharing one couch, and Spike was on the other. Buffy closed the door behind her and took a seat next to Spike.
"Now that everyone is here . . .let the vidfest begin!" Xander said, rising from the couch. He pulled out a few tapes from the box next to the TV, and waved one in the air. "I'm putting in a preemptive bid for 'Apocalypse Now.' Who's with me?"
The girls groaned, Xander ALWAYS wanted to watch Apocalypse Now.
Willow piped in. "Is there anything less Heart-of-Darknessy?" Oz smiled at his girl-friend, and patted her knee supportively.
Xander placed a hand over his chest, mocking disbelief that Willow would not want to watch the movie. "Apocalypse Now is a gay romp! It's the feel good movie of whatever year it was!"
Five pairs of eyes stared blankly at him. He dropped the tape to the floor and picked up a few more options.
"What else you got?" Buffy asked, scooting in a little closer to Spike. He placed his arm around her shoulders and gave her a little squeeze.
Xander sighed, "Don't worry, I got plenty of chick-and-British-guy-flicks too. These puppies'll last us all night."
They had finally selected 'When Harry Met Sally' - undoubtedly a chick flick, but the guys were all for seeing the orgasm scene at the diner. It made them uncomfortable that women could be so good at faking it, but they thought a little tutoring about the tell-tale signs couldn't hurt.
As the opening credits rolled, Buffy stretched herself out on the long couch, indicating for Spike to lay behind her. She laid her blanket over them and snuggled closer when she felt him wrap his arms tightly around her.
Spike was in heaven. There he was, cuddling with Buffy in front of their friends, no campers in sight; it couldn't have been better. He placed a light kiss behind her ear and inhaled deeply the scent of her hair. Pulling her more tightly against him, he turned his eyes to the movie. He had seen it before, and it was pretty good. His mind trailed off and imagined that the story was about the two of them. It wasn't really that much of a long shot, that could easily have been them - except in real life, he and Buffy hadn't had much time to become friends.
Halfway though the movie, Buffy felt Spike's hand lightly caressing her arm. It was sending tinglies up and down her body. She couldn't stand being this close without touching. Deciding to be a little naughty, she pressed her hips back against him and wiggled slightly. Spike gasped at the contact and placed a firm hands on her hips, stopping her. He was enjoying the movie, and the cuddling, and didn't want to get frisky just yet. Besides, they were in a room full of people and while they had done stuff on the bus, he wasn't prepared to do that again.
Buffy giggled and took his hand in hers and moved them to rest on top of her stomach. Spike relaxed behind her, this was much better. He hugged her tightly and let out a deep sigh. Suddenly, he felt Buffy move their hands beneath the elastic waistband of her pants. He tried to pull away, but she continued the descent. It took everything he had to not give-in to her. He really wanted to touch her, he knew he couldn't live long without it; but he finally got control and pulled their joined hands up to her shoulder. He nudged her to turn and look at him.
Buffy raised her eyebrows at Spike. 'Why doesn't he want to? This is perfect. No one will ever know.'
Spike shook his head lightly at Buffy. Off her pout, he placed a kiss on their joined hands and turned her back to the movie.
Willow looked over at Oz and caught him staring at her intently. She blushed and went back to the movie. She couldn't remember a time when things were better for her. Oz was wonderful. He was sweet, caring, talented, and a really good kisser. Plus, he gave into her every whim - including posing for that silly caricature at the amusement park. The artist drew Willow kissing Oz on the cheek, while he sat straight faced. In the drawing, Oz was given slightly wolfish features, to indicate his sheep in wolf's clothing like nature. It was really cute. She couldn't believe that after all her years as a counselor, she was finally having her own summer romance; instead of always listening to other people talk about theirs. Willow didn't want to think about what would happen at the end of the summer. It was still too early for her to bring up the issue, but she had a feeling that Oz wouldn't disappear like most guys. She cuddled under his arm and watched with a tear in her eye as Billy Crystal broke up the New Year's Eve party to profess his un-dying love to Meg Ryan.
When the movie ended, Willow stood up and gave Oz a little kick. "I think I'm going to head out. . .comin'?" The young man yawned and rose to his feet.
Xander and Cordy collected their blankets and pillows and left the room hand in hand. After Cordy's rendition of "The Greatest Love of All," they were inseparable. Willow was even a little disgusted at how affectionate they were with each other.
Willow glanced over to Spike and saw Buffy fast asleep against him. "Don't worry Red, I'll get her back safely." Willow nodded and walked out with her boyfriend, closing the door behind them.
Spike looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms. He smiled and stroked her head lovingly. "Buffy," he whispered softly in her ear. When he didn't get a response, he nudged her gently. "Buffy, luv."
The petite blonde yawned, and rolled over, burrowing her face into Spike's chest. He really didn't want to wake her, but knew she had to get some real sleep before starting work again the next day. He patted her on the back. "Come on, time to get you into bed."
Buffy swung her leg over his hip and placed a kiss on his t-shirt clad chest. "This works for me."
Spike sighed and lifted her chin. "Really now, let me take you back to Revello. Maybe we can have a little chat on the way back."
Buffy groaned and pressed herself against his body. "Don't wanna," she whined, nipping his chin playfully. Using her leg muscles, she flipped them so she was now straddling him. She leaned down to kiss him, only to have him press his hands to her shoulders, effectively halting her assault.
He looked deeply into her shining eyes. "Buffy, we need to figure out. . ."
She placed a finger to his lips. "Ssshhhh . . .let me touch you" Buffy lowered her head and began nibbling along his jawline. When she reached his ear, she whispered huskily, "I need to touch you."
Spike felt his body's betrayal and begin responding to her touch. His heartbeat increased rapidly in his chest as he felt her slide down his body. He took a deep breath and lifted her back up to his face. "Come on, no time for games."
When he tried to lift them from the couch, she pushed him down roughly. "Shhhh." In a flash she was between his legs holding him tightly in her small hand.
"Buffy," he gasped out between groans. He couldn't take the torture. "Uuuuh. . .come on . . .ahhh. . .please."
She flashed him a wicked smile and took him into her mouth.
Spike let out a low growl in his chest. This was too much, he couldn't fight her. She wasn't playing by the rules. 'She's cheating!' He placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
Spike's hips began moving of their own volition, in response to her movements. "Buffy! God, luv. . .please!" His hands began rubbing her shoulders in time.
Remembering what he had done to her in the laundry room, Buffy placed a hand on his bare stomach and pressed down lightly.
His pants were getting harder and faster. "AHHHH. . .stop . . .I'm almost. . .uggh!"
When he let out a load roar, Buffy lifted her eyes to him and watched in amazement. When he was finally spent, he released his grip on her shoulders and fell back to the couch, his chest still heaving from his quickened breathing.
Buffy released him, and lifted his shorts to cover him again. She smiled happily; she had made him do that, it was all her. When he finally opened his eyes, she expected to see his usual goofy grin. Instead, she was met with an angry glare and flaring nostrils.
Spike bolted from the couch and moved away from her. 'How could she do that to me? Is that all I am to her?'
Buffy looked at him with wide eyes. 'What's wrong with him? Granted, it was my first attempt, but I thought it was pretty good.' She took a few tentative steps toward him. "Spike?"
He lifted his hand to stop her movements. "No . . .you stay over there." Spike didn't know what would happen if she got any closer; he would probably either screw her silly, or throttle her for what she just did to him.
Buffy furrowed her brows at him and placed her hands on her hips. "Well, picture me confused. I thought this is what you wanted."
Spike let out the breath he was holding. "What I want is . . ." He looked into her tearing eyes. "Buffy, we can't keep doing this."
She wrapped her arms around her body protectively and spoke quietly, her voice wavering, "I . . . I thought we were . . .having fun."
He shook his head at her. "We are . . .er . . .we were." He took a step towards her and placed his hand on her shoulder tenderly. "It's just that we can't keep playing these games with each other. I want more than that. . . I NEED more than that."
Buffy lifted her glassy eyes to his. "What if this is all I can give right now?"
Spike sighed and stepped back. "Then maybe you should just go." He indicated the door. "Cause if I can't have all of you, I'd rather . . ." his voice trailed off, not wanting to say the words. 'What are you doing man? She's right in front of you! She wants you! Don't throw it away because she's not ready to let you in!'
Buffy inhaled sharply and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Fine, if that's the way you want it." She walked over to the couch and collected her blanket and pillow. She turned to look at him. "I'm sorry I can't give you more. It's just that I'm really afr. . ." Buffy stopped herself. 'Say it! You're scared of being hurt! You don't want him to leave!' She took a deep breath and motioned towards the door. "I'm just gonna go."
Spike watched her sadly as she closed the door behind her. "Damn!" He slouched back on the couch and put his face in his hands.
Thanks to Flames and Lady Anne - the 2 best betas in the entire world.
26. Apocalype Now
Buffy threw on a pair of flannel PJ bottoms and a tank top and examined herself in the mirror. She couldn't remember a time when she'd looked so at peace. The day at the amusement park had been amazing; no campers, no worries, no fighting, no tears - just her, Spike, and her best friends running around like a bunch of teenagers. She had really needed a break from all of her responsibilities; and the disappearing act from camp - as well as her usual self - was liberating and completely wonderful.
She pulled her hair into a loose knot on the top of her head and skipped happily over to her bed. Grabbing a pillow and a throw blanket, she ran out of the room at top speed.
There were still a few hours left before the group had to rest up for the next day of work, so they had decided to spend it in the day-off room in the staff building. Her mother had decided a few years ago, that the counselors needed a place to go on-campus during their days-off that was solely for them. The room had couches, a TV, a Playstation, and few board games - and a sign on the door restricting anyone except that day's counselors from entering.
Buffy walked into the room to see the other five young people already lounging with their own blankets and pillows. Willow and Oz were sprawled on the floor, Xander and Cordy were sharing one couch, and Spike was on the other. Buffy closed the door behind her and took a seat next to Spike.
"Now that everyone is here . . .let the vidfest begin!" Xander said, rising from the couch. He pulled out a few tapes from the box next to the TV, and waved one in the air. "I'm putting in a preemptive bid for 'Apocalypse Now.' Who's with me?"
The girls groaned, Xander ALWAYS wanted to watch Apocalypse Now.
Willow piped in. "Is there anything less Heart-of-Darknessy?" Oz smiled at his girl-friend, and patted her knee supportively.
Xander placed a hand over his chest, mocking disbelief that Willow would not want to watch the movie. "Apocalypse Now is a gay romp! It's the feel good movie of whatever year it was!"
Five pairs of eyes stared blankly at him. He dropped the tape to the floor and picked up a few more options.
"What else you got?" Buffy asked, scooting in a little closer to Spike. He placed his arm around her shoulders and gave her a little squeeze.
Xander sighed, "Don't worry, I got plenty of chick-and-British-guy-flicks too. These puppies'll last us all night."
They had finally selected 'When Harry Met Sally' - undoubtedly a chick flick, but the guys were all for seeing the orgasm scene at the diner. It made them uncomfortable that women could be so good at faking it, but they thought a little tutoring about the tell-tale signs couldn't hurt.
As the opening credits rolled, Buffy stretched herself out on the long couch, indicating for Spike to lay behind her. She laid her blanket over them and snuggled closer when she felt him wrap his arms tightly around her.
Spike was in heaven. There he was, cuddling with Buffy in front of their friends, no campers in sight; it couldn't have been better. He placed a light kiss behind her ear and inhaled deeply the scent of her hair. Pulling her more tightly against him, he turned his eyes to the movie. He had seen it before, and it was pretty good. His mind trailed off and imagined that the story was about the two of them. It wasn't really that much of a long shot, that could easily have been them - except in real life, he and Buffy hadn't had much time to become friends.
Halfway though the movie, Buffy felt Spike's hand lightly caressing her arm. It was sending tinglies up and down her body. She couldn't stand being this close without touching. Deciding to be a little naughty, she pressed her hips back against him and wiggled slightly. Spike gasped at the contact and placed a firm hands on her hips, stopping her. He was enjoying the movie, and the cuddling, and didn't want to get frisky just yet. Besides, they were in a room full of people and while they had done stuff on the bus, he wasn't prepared to do that again.
Buffy giggled and took his hand in hers and moved them to rest on top of her stomach. Spike relaxed behind her, this was much better. He hugged her tightly and let out a deep sigh. Suddenly, he felt Buffy move their hands beneath the elastic waistband of her pants. He tried to pull away, but she continued the descent. It took everything he had to not give-in to her. He really wanted to touch her, he knew he couldn't live long without it; but he finally got control and pulled their joined hands up to her shoulder. He nudged her to turn and look at him.
Buffy raised her eyebrows at Spike. 'Why doesn't he want to? This is perfect. No one will ever know.'
Spike shook his head lightly at Buffy. Off her pout, he placed a kiss on their joined hands and turned her back to the movie.
Willow looked over at Oz and caught him staring at her intently. She blushed and went back to the movie. She couldn't remember a time when things were better for her. Oz was wonderful. He was sweet, caring, talented, and a really good kisser. Plus, he gave into her every whim - including posing for that silly caricature at the amusement park. The artist drew Willow kissing Oz on the cheek, while he sat straight faced. In the drawing, Oz was given slightly wolfish features, to indicate his sheep in wolf's clothing like nature. It was really cute. She couldn't believe that after all her years as a counselor, she was finally having her own summer romance; instead of always listening to other people talk about theirs. Willow didn't want to think about what would happen at the end of the summer. It was still too early for her to bring up the issue, but she had a feeling that Oz wouldn't disappear like most guys. She cuddled under his arm and watched with a tear in her eye as Billy Crystal broke up the New Year's Eve party to profess his un-dying love to Meg Ryan.
When the movie ended, Willow stood up and gave Oz a little kick. "I think I'm going to head out. . .comin'?" The young man yawned and rose to his feet.
Xander and Cordy collected their blankets and pillows and left the room hand in hand. After Cordy's rendition of "The Greatest Love of All," they were inseparable. Willow was even a little disgusted at how affectionate they were with each other.
Willow glanced over to Spike and saw Buffy fast asleep against him. "Don't worry Red, I'll get her back safely." Willow nodded and walked out with her boyfriend, closing the door behind them.
Spike looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms. He smiled and stroked her head lovingly. "Buffy," he whispered softly in her ear. When he didn't get a response, he nudged her gently. "Buffy, luv."
The petite blonde yawned, and rolled over, burrowing her face into Spike's chest. He really didn't want to wake her, but knew she had to get some real sleep before starting work again the next day. He patted her on the back. "Come on, time to get you into bed."
Buffy swung her leg over his hip and placed a kiss on his t-shirt clad chest. "This works for me."
Spike sighed and lifted her chin. "Really now, let me take you back to Revello. Maybe we can have a little chat on the way back."
Buffy groaned and pressed herself against his body. "Don't wanna," she whined, nipping his chin playfully. Using her leg muscles, she flipped them so she was now straddling him. She leaned down to kiss him, only to have him press his hands to her shoulders, effectively halting her assault.
He looked deeply into her shining eyes. "Buffy, we need to figure out. . ."
She placed a finger to his lips. "Ssshhhh . . .let me touch you" Buffy lowered her head and began nibbling along his jawline. When she reached his ear, she whispered huskily, "I need to touch you."
Spike felt his body's betrayal and begin responding to her touch. His heartbeat increased rapidly in his chest as he felt her slide down his body. He took a deep breath and lifted her back up to his face. "Come on, no time for games."
When he tried to lift them from the couch, she pushed him down roughly. "Shhhh." In a flash she was between his legs holding him tightly in her small hand.
"Buffy," he gasped out between groans. He couldn't take the torture. "Uuuuh. . .come on . . .ahhh. . .please."
She flashed him a wicked smile and took him into her mouth.
Spike let out a low growl in his chest. This was too much, he couldn't fight her. She wasn't playing by the rules. 'She's cheating!' He placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
Spike's hips began moving of their own volition, in response to her movements. "Buffy! God, luv. . .please!" His hands began rubbing her shoulders in time.
Remembering what he had done to her in the laundry room, Buffy placed a hand on his bare stomach and pressed down lightly.
His pants were getting harder and faster. "AHHHH. . .stop . . .I'm almost. . .uggh!"
When he let out a load roar, Buffy lifted her eyes to him and watched in amazement. When he was finally spent, he released his grip on her shoulders and fell back to the couch, his chest still heaving from his quickened breathing.
Buffy released him, and lifted his shorts to cover him again. She smiled happily; she had made him do that, it was all her. When he finally opened his eyes, she expected to see his usual goofy grin. Instead, she was met with an angry glare and flaring nostrils.
Spike bolted from the couch and moved away from her. 'How could she do that to me? Is that all I am to her?'
Buffy looked at him with wide eyes. 'What's wrong with him? Granted, it was my first attempt, but I thought it was pretty good.' She took a few tentative steps toward him. "Spike?"
He lifted his hand to stop her movements. "No . . .you stay over there." Spike didn't know what would happen if she got any closer; he would probably either screw her silly, or throttle her for what she just did to him.
Buffy furrowed her brows at him and placed her hands on her hips. "Well, picture me confused. I thought this is what you wanted."
Spike let out the breath he was holding. "What I want is . . ." He looked into her tearing eyes. "Buffy, we can't keep doing this."
She wrapped her arms around her body protectively and spoke quietly, her voice wavering, "I . . . I thought we were . . .having fun."
He shook his head at her. "We are . . .er . . .we were." He took a step towards her and placed his hand on her shoulder tenderly. "It's just that we can't keep playing these games with each other. I want more than that. . . I NEED more than that."
Buffy lifted her glassy eyes to his. "What if this is all I can give right now?"
Spike sighed and stepped back. "Then maybe you should just go." He indicated the door. "Cause if I can't have all of you, I'd rather . . ." his voice trailed off, not wanting to say the words. 'What are you doing man? She's right in front of you! She wants you! Don't throw it away because she's not ready to let you in!'
Buffy inhaled sharply and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Fine, if that's the way you want it." She walked over to the couch and collected her blanket and pillow. She turned to look at him. "I'm sorry I can't give you more. It's just that I'm really afr. . ." Buffy stopped herself. 'Say it! You're scared of being hurt! You don't want him to leave!' She took a deep breath and motioned towards the door. "I'm just gonna go."
Spike watched her sadly as she closed the door behind her. "Damn!" He slouched back on the couch and put his face in his hands.
