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34. Staying in Character
DAY 16
Willow rolled out of her bed, to the sounds of 'Good Morning Starshine' booming through the speakers. She'd barely gotten any sleep the night before. Buffy had called a 'best friend powwow' and the two had a 'girls only' movie night. Well, they hadn't actually watched any movies, and instead ended up talking about boys all night.
During the course of the evening, she'd learned about Buffy's plan to be Spike's friend for a while. Of course, Willow knew just how long that would last - she and Xander had a bet going and she had placed money on 72 hours, while the brunette had guessed a mere 48. Overall, she was happy that Spike and Buffy had decided to take it slow for a bit - the sex was definitely getting in the way of the two of them developing a meaningful relationship. Buffy was still skittish about Spike leaving for London at the end of the summer, but Willow knew that if they worked though their issues slowly, that problem would resolve itself.
She had yet to have 'the talk' with Oz. Frankly, she was afraid of causing any problems. Everything was going so well between her and the guitar player; she didn't want to jinx it. She didn't tell Buffy about not talking to Oz, because, seeing how gung-ho Buffy was being about openness and honesty, she had a feeling the petite blonde would bite her head off. 'Geez, one day living with her new outlook and she's turned into the poster- woman for. . .something. She's basically turned into the anti-Buffy while I'm freaking out. Is this some sort of alternate universe?'
Willow sighed and pulled her hair back into a low ponytail. She spotted the t-shirt near her pillow, and couldn't help but smile. Oz had snuck into her cabin after she finished up with Buffy and they had cuddled all night - it had been really nice. She felt a large knot forming in her stomach. 'What if everything goes all weird? What if it doesn't . . . ?' "Ow!" she shrieked at the sudden pain in her hand. She looked down at the bright red mark and realized that she had slapped herself instinctively. 'Definitely bizarro-world. . .'
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Spike entered the small dance studio with a feeling of dread coursing through his body. 'How the hell did you get yourself into this? That's right . . .you wanted to impress Buffy, and take advantage of any extra time you could spend with her.' He walked towards the mirrors that lined the far wall, and spoke to the reflection. "It's alright. You can do this. It's just like the bleedin' welcome song, and you got through that."
"Trust me. This is going to be much worse."
Spike turned around to see Buffy standing in the doorway, her small dance bag hanging over her shoulder. She gave him a small smile and approached him. "Thank you for doing this, you're really helping us out. None of the guys in the cast were comfortable doing the role."
Spike nodded and gazed at Buffy's smooth neck as she pulled her hair into a knot atop her head. He cleared his throat and tried to remain calm. "Should we begin then?"
Buffy nodded and led him through a quick warm up. She caught him staring at her ass in the mirror a number of times, and could only smile in response. "Ok, let's get started." Taking his hands in hers, she led him to the center of the room. He tensed up the moment she placed his hands to her hips. Looking up at him she instructed softly, "It's ok, just relax." She took another step closer to him so their bodies were only inches apart.
Spike reveled at being so close to her. He silently begged his body to cooperate; he didn't want to pop one right there and ruin this 'thing' they had started.
Buffy realized that maybe this wasn't the best way to start a friendship. If her rapid heart rate, and increased breathing were any indication, the proximity of their bodies would probably only lead to one thing. She stared deeply into his eyes and tried to get him to relax - the pause was meant for her as well. "We're going to start off slow, alright?" Spike gulped and nodded. "First, keep bracing my back with you right hand, like you are now. Now, take the other and hold mine out like this." She extended her arm, and took his hand. "The male dancer doesn't have to do too much in the scene, just basically be the girl's prop. But there are a few steps to learn." Spike took a deep breath and nodded. She taught him the cha-cha, and a few spins as well. He wasn't that bad, but she could tell that he really wanted to please her.
"Now comes the fun part," Buffy said, taking a quick swig of her water. "Come here," she waved him towards her. He slowly approached her and Buffy felt the heat rise in her body once more. She knew what was to come. "Brace both your hands behind my back again."
"Like this?" he asked softly, as he pulled her closer to him, holding her tightly.
"Yeah," Buffy said, her voice wavering. She cleared her throat, and tore her eyes from his. "We're going to do a couple of dips now. Just hold me tightly, and I'm going to arch backwards." Buffy tried to relax as she slowly rolled back, and brought herself up by her stomach muscles. "Good. But hold me a little tighter - so I don't have to pull myself up so much."
"Ok," Spike pulled her closer so she was nearly flush against him. He left one hand on her lower back, and inched the other between her shoulder blades. "Better?"
The woman gulped and nodded. "Let's try it again." As she leaned back this time, she felt their hips touch. He circled her around, using one of his arms to direct her movements. He brought her back to his level and they stared at each other for a moment, noses nearly touching. "Wow," she breathed. She broke the spell and moved back a few feet. "Um, that was much better."
Spike smirked and licked his lips lightly. "It's not perfect yet; I think we need lots more practice."
Buffy blushed. "No, I think you got this one down." When he pouted she added, "Don't worry, there's another one we need to do before we put it all together."
She took a few tentative steps towards him. "Brace my back with your right hand." He did so, and pulled her towards him. She gulped, and squeezed her eyes closed. Slowly she lifted her right leg and rested it against his left hip. "Now hold me here," she said, taking his left hand and placed it on her outer thigh.
Spike squeezed her leg gently, and took a tiny step towards her, effectively closing the gap between them. Buffy opened her eyes, at the sensation of being pressed this intimately against him. 'How am I going to get through this?' she thought, as she gazed into his darkening eyes.
Spike was running over soccer plays in his head, trying to control his forming erection. He could feel her heat through the thin material of his running pants, and mind was battling his body for control. "Now what?" he asked, voice trembling.
"Dip me again," she stated softly.
Spike nodded and took a deep breath. 'I can do this . . .I can do this.' When she arched back this time, her hips moved towards him, pressing her sex into his body. 'Shit . . .no I can't.'
Buffy gasped, as she felt him spring to life. As he brought her up, her body shifted so as to rub against him. A small sigh escaped her lips at the friction against her clit.
"Ok?" Spike asked, softly, knowing she had felt his erection.
Buffy nodded, and avoided his eyes, choosing instead to look over his shoulder. "Good, let's try it again."
Spike's eyebrows shot up at her words; but, if this was the way she wanted to play it - so be it. He slid his hand up her leg, and cupped her backside. As he dipped her, he squeezed her ass so as to press his erection into her more forcefully.
"Uuuuh," Buffy moaned, then bit her lip to quiet herself. Spike examined the beautiful face in front of him. Buffy's eyes were closed tightly, a light sheen of sweat lined her brow, and her lower lip was caught between her teeth.
Buffy's legs wobbled beneath her, and she was having trouble standing. This did not go unnoticed to Spike so he tried to brace her more tightly. Buffy gulped and opened her eyes to stare at him. "Now . . ." she started, voice shaking, "let's do it one more time-" A small sigh escaped her lips, when his hips circled slowly, "Ahhhuumm. . . I mean, try it a little faster." At the last word, she thrust her hips at his quickly, eliciting a groan from his lips, "before we put it all together."
They were both panting now, neither willing to acknowledge what was really going on. They didn't want to break this facade of 'friendship' just yet. Spike dipped her quickly, causing him to groan and her to let out a low moan. Before she was fully upright, he dipped her once more. His nostrils flared, and his eyes rolled back in his head at the hot friction at the center of their bodies.
"Ah . . .YES!" she shrieked. When he brought her back up, her body was trembling almost uncontrollably. "That was perfect."
Spike smiled and looked at her through hooded eyes. "Thanks. I guess I'm a natural."
She lowered her leg, but didn't move away from him; she liked the closeness and didn't want to lose the contact just yet. Using the edge of her t- shirt, she wiped the sweat from her brow. As she did that, the slightest amount of skin poked through. Spike slid his hand from her back around to her stomach, lightly feeling her smooth skin. Her stomach fluttered before he dropped his hand to his side. His hips pulsated against her, trying to relieve some of the tension in his cock, but it only made it worse.
"Maybe we should call it a day," Buffy said, her voice shaking.
Spike inhaled sharply through his nose, and nodded. "That's probably a good idea."
She moaned softly as she responded, thrusting her hips in time with his. "Uhh . . .yeaaaah . . .there's something I need to do back at my cabin."
Spike growled low in his chest, and squeezed his eyes shut. He slowed down the pace of their movements, making it even more excruciating. "Me too . . .I ahhhhh . . .have something to take of as well."
They both opened their eyes and stared at each other briefly before pulling apart. Buffy ran towards her bag, while he gathered his things. They reached the door at the same time and froze. Spike quickly motioned that she could go first. When they were both outside Buffy turned to Spike. "Well-" she started.
"Bye!" they yelled at the same time, before taking off in opposite directions, towards their respective cabins. They both desperately needed to . . .take care of a few things.
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Buffy exited Revello through the back door, heading towards the cafeteria for lunch. She had been so turned on after her 'dance' with Spike, that she'd spent the rest of the morning in her room . . .taking care. . .of a few things. 'I have to put a stop to this. I can't do it anymore.'
Spike really wasn't going to be the Havana Dancer in the show; she just needed one of the counselors to show the guys that the role was ok; that it wasn't 'gay,' as they called it. What had started as a little joke had quickly changed into something else. She had decided to have a little fun with him, but instead, she had a little TOO much fun. She'd even 'sexed' it up a little - to make it a little more interesting. There was NO WAY she'd ever let 14 year olds do a dance THAT sexy. Plus, her mom would have a fit. 'I'll tell him right now,' she thought as she marched over to the cafeteria door. She spotted him inside, swinging one of the youngest campers around the room. 'Or, maybe, AFTER his 'costume fitting.' It would be really FUNNY to see him tight leather pants and. . .'
Before Buffy could finish the thought, she was pulled aside and found herself sitting across from Angel on the same bench she had occupied with Darla just the day before.
"Um, Angel . . . what's going on?" Buffy asked, eyeing him curiously.
Angel stood back up immediately and began to pace in front of the bench, unsure of where to begin. He ran one hand through his hair, cringing when in got stuck in his hair gel. Making a face, he wiped the sticky substance on his shorts and turned back to Buffy. "I've been thinking things over since we talked - especially what you said about me not having to be my father - and I've decided . . ." he took a deep breath, "that this really isn't working for me anymore."
Buffy's mouth dropped wide. "What?" she asked. 'Does he think that . . .?'
"Come on, Buffy. . . " He gave her a knowing look and squatted in front of her. "I'm not stupid. There are things at work here that supersede whatever feelings you and I may, or may not, have for each other."
'Is he actually trying to break up with me? Buffy was dumbstruck, this was definitely not what she expected. "Um, Angel . . . I don't-"
He didn't let her finish and resumed his pacing. "Plus, I don't think either one of us is going to be all that upset if this-" he stopped walking and pointed between them. "-doesn't work out."
'Has everyone gone completely crazy?!' Buffy nodded, deciding to play along. "What brought on this sudden revelation?"
"Well, I saw you and Spike talking in the lighting booth yesterday," he explained, taking a seat beside her. "It really pissed me off. My first instinct was to break it up and tell him to stay away from my woman."
"Angel . . ." Buffy started. She wanted to stop him before he made a complete fool out of himself. 'Although, it is pretty funny. . .'
"Shhh." When he placed his finger to her lips, Buffy had to fight to suppress a giggle. "But then, I realized it didn't really bother me. . .seeing you with him. . . the way you were together . . . it was right."
Buffy gulped and tried to look at him apologetically. "I'm sorry," she said quietly, placing her hand over his.
"Don't be!" The blonde's head shot up in surprise. "I had a long talk with Darla last night."
Buffy nodded. "I talked to her too. She seemed really upset."
"Yah, well, we worked a few things out." He explained. "No sex - just conversation. It was weird, but nice." Buffy looked at him with raised eyebrows. "I know this sounds strange coming from me- " he paused and took a deep breath. "-but, I think I love her."
Buffy's eyes went wide at the admission. In all the years she had known Angel, he never was one to speak freely about his feelings, except for that one small moment after the soccer game.
Off her confused look, he went on, "You know, it's ok to give into your emotions Buffy. Take a few risks. I always tried to be closed off; focus on the next conquest. . ."
She nodded again, knowing very well that she was one of those conquests.
"But after this whole thing with you and Darla - I've realized that there's more to life than getting laid."
Buffy's mouth dropped open; this was definitely NOT the same Angel from just a few days ago.
"Sometimes you just need that one person that - for the sake of pulling a Jerry Maguire - completes you," he said chuckling.
Buffy felt tears form in the corners of her eyes. 'Why is it that everyone else can figure these things out, except for me? Even Angel isn't afraid of following his heart - laying it all on the line.'
Angel lifted his hand to her face and wiped away her tears. "Don't worry. You'll be fine."
Buffy swallowed hard and tried to control herself. She didn't want to cry like a baby in front of Angel. She may not have feelings for him anymore, but he still was one of her oldest crushes. Plus, she really didn't like getting mushy in front of many people.
He patted her on the head. "You'll get through this. I know I'm a hard guy to get over, but I think you and Spike will make a pretty good couple."
That was enough to make Buffy's tears stop. 'He thinks I'm crying over him?!'
"Put on a brave face; soon, you'll forget all about me."
Buffy scrunched up her face, trying not to smile, and nodded. "Ok, well then, I think I better go." She began walking away and turned to face Angel again. "Thanks for letting me down gently. I don't know how I'm going to make it through this, but I'll try my best." When he nodded at her sympathetically, she turned and ran in the direction of the cafeteria. When she finally made it inside, she burst out laughing. 'What an egotistical jerk!' She spotted Spike across the room laughing with Dawn, Conner and Janice. 'Though, he does have a point.'
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"Come on. . .let me see!"
"No way!" an angry British voice boomed from behind the curtain.
"Fine!" Buffy yelled, stomping towards him. "Don't come out." She flung back the curtain and saw Spike standing there in tight black pants, and a midriff top. The orange and black shirt was tight around his ribs, with big ruffled arms.
"Hey!" he backed away from her, trying to cover his body from her prying eyes.
"It's not THAT . . ." Her eyes began to tear as she tried to hold in her laughter, "bad." He raised his eyebrows at her, and placed his hands on his hips. The image was too much, and she couldn't contain herself. Buffy double over in laughter and began snorting.
"You're not helping," Spike said flatly. When she continued to roll on the floor he tore the shirt from his body and began undoing his pants.
Buffy stood up and walked over to Spike, her breathing slowing. She placed a hand on his back. "I'm sorry," she spat out through her giggling.
He shrugged her hand off and moved away.
"Oh come on, it really wasn't THAT bad," she said with a small smile.
Spike turned around, his body only covered by the tight leather pants, the top button unclasped. Buffy gasped at the sight. 'Not so funny anymore, is it?' She swallowed and removed her eyes from the trail of hair beneath his belly button. "I'm sorry."
Spike clenched his jaw tightly, and inhaled slowly. "There's no way I'm wearin' THAT," he said, pointing to the orange ruffles in the corner. "And Angel can have these blasted leather pants - they're more his thing anyway."
Buffy gulped and shook her head. 'He looks so sexy, all angry and full of fury, sculpted chest heaving. I can just imagine what it would be like right now to have him . . .' "No!" she yelled out loud, trying to silence the voice in her head.
"No?! You can't be serious!" She looked at him in confusion. "Don't look at me like that," he shook his finger at her. "I'd rather be sacrificed to some hell god before puttin' that on again."
Buffy nodded quickly. "That's what I meant; you don't have to wear it."
Spike's expression softened. "Really?"
She gulped and nodded. It amazed her how easily he could change from looking like a sexual predator, to a hopeful little boy. "Really."
Spike sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked up at Buffy who quickly avoided his gaze. "What aren't you telling me?"
Buffy took a step away from him. "You're going to be mad," she whined.
"Why would I be angry, Buffy?" he asked, clipping each word short.
"Because-" she started, freezing in place as she watched him stalk towards her. He was only inches from her now, and she stared up at his pursed lips. Her eyes traveled over his hard pecs, down to the leather pants, which hugged his package nicely. She gulped, and directed her attention back to his eyes. "-you just will."
Spike eyed the woman in front of him. He leaned towards her and captured her lips in a soft kiss. He pulled away and placed his hands on her shoulders. "That was a friendly peck to calm you down," he said with a small smile. "Now tell me what's wrong."
"Give me a second," she said before diving towards his mouth again. Buffy kissed him fiercely, thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth, practically devouring him. When she pulled away, Spike was standing stunned before her, his eyes glazed over from the experience.
Buffy spoke quickly, trying to spit it all out before he could recover from the kiss-induced stupor. "You were never going to be the Havana dancer in the show - you're in the show, but not as that. I thought it would be funny to see how you'd react. . .and get you in the ruffled shirt. But really, I just needed you to let the guys know that it's ok to dance like that. So don't be mad, it was all in good fun." She paused for a moment, and he just stared blankly ahead.
Before he could say a word, she grabbed her bag from the chair and ran from the costume shop, calling over her shoulder, "Later!"
Spike gaped after Buffy, not knowing how to react. After a few minutes of standing in stunned silence, he began changing back into his normal clothes. 'Baby likes to play. . .I'll show her,' he thought as he began plotting his revenge. He moved his fingers to his tingling lips. ''At least it wasn't a total loss.'
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34. Staying in Character
DAY 16
Willow rolled out of her bed, to the sounds of 'Good Morning Starshine' booming through the speakers. She'd barely gotten any sleep the night before. Buffy had called a 'best friend powwow' and the two had a 'girls only' movie night. Well, they hadn't actually watched any movies, and instead ended up talking about boys all night.
During the course of the evening, she'd learned about Buffy's plan to be Spike's friend for a while. Of course, Willow knew just how long that would last - she and Xander had a bet going and she had placed money on 72 hours, while the brunette had guessed a mere 48. Overall, she was happy that Spike and Buffy had decided to take it slow for a bit - the sex was definitely getting in the way of the two of them developing a meaningful relationship. Buffy was still skittish about Spike leaving for London at the end of the summer, but Willow knew that if they worked though their issues slowly, that problem would resolve itself.
She had yet to have 'the talk' with Oz. Frankly, she was afraid of causing any problems. Everything was going so well between her and the guitar player; she didn't want to jinx it. She didn't tell Buffy about not talking to Oz, because, seeing how gung-ho Buffy was being about openness and honesty, she had a feeling the petite blonde would bite her head off. 'Geez, one day living with her new outlook and she's turned into the poster- woman for. . .something. She's basically turned into the anti-Buffy while I'm freaking out. Is this some sort of alternate universe?'
Willow sighed and pulled her hair back into a low ponytail. She spotted the t-shirt near her pillow, and couldn't help but smile. Oz had snuck into her cabin after she finished up with Buffy and they had cuddled all night - it had been really nice. She felt a large knot forming in her stomach. 'What if everything goes all weird? What if it doesn't . . . ?' "Ow!" she shrieked at the sudden pain in her hand. She looked down at the bright red mark and realized that she had slapped herself instinctively. 'Definitely bizarro-world. . .'
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Spike entered the small dance studio with a feeling of dread coursing through his body. 'How the hell did you get yourself into this? That's right . . .you wanted to impress Buffy, and take advantage of any extra time you could spend with her.' He walked towards the mirrors that lined the far wall, and spoke to the reflection. "It's alright. You can do this. It's just like the bleedin' welcome song, and you got through that."
"Trust me. This is going to be much worse."
Spike turned around to see Buffy standing in the doorway, her small dance bag hanging over her shoulder. She gave him a small smile and approached him. "Thank you for doing this, you're really helping us out. None of the guys in the cast were comfortable doing the role."
Spike nodded and gazed at Buffy's smooth neck as she pulled her hair into a knot atop her head. He cleared his throat and tried to remain calm. "Should we begin then?"
Buffy nodded and led him through a quick warm up. She caught him staring at her ass in the mirror a number of times, and could only smile in response. "Ok, let's get started." Taking his hands in hers, she led him to the center of the room. He tensed up the moment she placed his hands to her hips. Looking up at him she instructed softly, "It's ok, just relax." She took another step closer to him so their bodies were only inches apart.
Spike reveled at being so close to her. He silently begged his body to cooperate; he didn't want to pop one right there and ruin this 'thing' they had started.
Buffy realized that maybe this wasn't the best way to start a friendship. If her rapid heart rate, and increased breathing were any indication, the proximity of their bodies would probably only lead to one thing. She stared deeply into his eyes and tried to get him to relax - the pause was meant for her as well. "We're going to start off slow, alright?" Spike gulped and nodded. "First, keep bracing my back with you right hand, like you are now. Now, take the other and hold mine out like this." She extended her arm, and took his hand. "The male dancer doesn't have to do too much in the scene, just basically be the girl's prop. But there are a few steps to learn." Spike took a deep breath and nodded. She taught him the cha-cha, and a few spins as well. He wasn't that bad, but she could tell that he really wanted to please her.
"Now comes the fun part," Buffy said, taking a quick swig of her water. "Come here," she waved him towards her. He slowly approached her and Buffy felt the heat rise in her body once more. She knew what was to come. "Brace both your hands behind my back again."
"Like this?" he asked softly, as he pulled her closer to him, holding her tightly.
"Yeah," Buffy said, her voice wavering. She cleared her throat, and tore her eyes from his. "We're going to do a couple of dips now. Just hold me tightly, and I'm going to arch backwards." Buffy tried to relax as she slowly rolled back, and brought herself up by her stomach muscles. "Good. But hold me a little tighter - so I don't have to pull myself up so much."
"Ok," Spike pulled her closer so she was nearly flush against him. He left one hand on her lower back, and inched the other between her shoulder blades. "Better?"
The woman gulped and nodded. "Let's try it again." As she leaned back this time, she felt their hips touch. He circled her around, using one of his arms to direct her movements. He brought her back to his level and they stared at each other for a moment, noses nearly touching. "Wow," she breathed. She broke the spell and moved back a few feet. "Um, that was much better."
Spike smirked and licked his lips lightly. "It's not perfect yet; I think we need lots more practice."
Buffy blushed. "No, I think you got this one down." When he pouted she added, "Don't worry, there's another one we need to do before we put it all together."
She took a few tentative steps towards him. "Brace my back with your right hand." He did so, and pulled her towards him. She gulped, and squeezed her eyes closed. Slowly she lifted her right leg and rested it against his left hip. "Now hold me here," she said, taking his left hand and placed it on her outer thigh.
Spike squeezed her leg gently, and took a tiny step towards her, effectively closing the gap between them. Buffy opened her eyes, at the sensation of being pressed this intimately against him. 'How am I going to get through this?' she thought, as she gazed into his darkening eyes.
Spike was running over soccer plays in his head, trying to control his forming erection. He could feel her heat through the thin material of his running pants, and mind was battling his body for control. "Now what?" he asked, voice trembling.
"Dip me again," she stated softly.
Spike nodded and took a deep breath. 'I can do this . . .I can do this.' When she arched back this time, her hips moved towards him, pressing her sex into his body. 'Shit . . .no I can't.'
Buffy gasped, as she felt him spring to life. As he brought her up, her body shifted so as to rub against him. A small sigh escaped her lips at the friction against her clit.
"Ok?" Spike asked, softly, knowing she had felt his erection.
Buffy nodded, and avoided his eyes, choosing instead to look over his shoulder. "Good, let's try it again."
Spike's eyebrows shot up at her words; but, if this was the way she wanted to play it - so be it. He slid his hand up her leg, and cupped her backside. As he dipped her, he squeezed her ass so as to press his erection into her more forcefully.
"Uuuuh," Buffy moaned, then bit her lip to quiet herself. Spike examined the beautiful face in front of him. Buffy's eyes were closed tightly, a light sheen of sweat lined her brow, and her lower lip was caught between her teeth.
Buffy's legs wobbled beneath her, and she was having trouble standing. This did not go unnoticed to Spike so he tried to brace her more tightly. Buffy gulped and opened her eyes to stare at him. "Now . . ." she started, voice shaking, "let's do it one more time-" A small sigh escaped her lips, when his hips circled slowly, "Ahhhuumm. . . I mean, try it a little faster." At the last word, she thrust her hips at his quickly, eliciting a groan from his lips, "before we put it all together."
They were both panting now, neither willing to acknowledge what was really going on. They didn't want to break this facade of 'friendship' just yet. Spike dipped her quickly, causing him to groan and her to let out a low moan. Before she was fully upright, he dipped her once more. His nostrils flared, and his eyes rolled back in his head at the hot friction at the center of their bodies.
"Ah . . .YES!" she shrieked. When he brought her back up, her body was trembling almost uncontrollably. "That was perfect."
Spike smiled and looked at her through hooded eyes. "Thanks. I guess I'm a natural."
She lowered her leg, but didn't move away from him; she liked the closeness and didn't want to lose the contact just yet. Using the edge of her t- shirt, she wiped the sweat from her brow. As she did that, the slightest amount of skin poked through. Spike slid his hand from her back around to her stomach, lightly feeling her smooth skin. Her stomach fluttered before he dropped his hand to his side. His hips pulsated against her, trying to relieve some of the tension in his cock, but it only made it worse.
"Maybe we should call it a day," Buffy said, her voice shaking.
Spike inhaled sharply through his nose, and nodded. "That's probably a good idea."
She moaned softly as she responded, thrusting her hips in time with his. "Uhh . . .yeaaaah . . .there's something I need to do back at my cabin."
Spike growled low in his chest, and squeezed his eyes shut. He slowed down the pace of their movements, making it even more excruciating. "Me too . . .I ahhhhh . . .have something to take of as well."
They both opened their eyes and stared at each other briefly before pulling apart. Buffy ran towards her bag, while he gathered his things. They reached the door at the same time and froze. Spike quickly motioned that she could go first. When they were both outside Buffy turned to Spike. "Well-" she started.
"Bye!" they yelled at the same time, before taking off in opposite directions, towards their respective cabins. They both desperately needed to . . .take care of a few things.
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Buffy exited Revello through the back door, heading towards the cafeteria for lunch. She had been so turned on after her 'dance' with Spike, that she'd spent the rest of the morning in her room . . .taking care. . .of a few things. 'I have to put a stop to this. I can't do it anymore.'
Spike really wasn't going to be the Havana Dancer in the show; she just needed one of the counselors to show the guys that the role was ok; that it wasn't 'gay,' as they called it. What had started as a little joke had quickly changed into something else. She had decided to have a little fun with him, but instead, she had a little TOO much fun. She'd even 'sexed' it up a little - to make it a little more interesting. There was NO WAY she'd ever let 14 year olds do a dance THAT sexy. Plus, her mom would have a fit. 'I'll tell him right now,' she thought as she marched over to the cafeteria door. She spotted him inside, swinging one of the youngest campers around the room. 'Or, maybe, AFTER his 'costume fitting.' It would be really FUNNY to see him tight leather pants and. . .'
Before Buffy could finish the thought, she was pulled aside and found herself sitting across from Angel on the same bench she had occupied with Darla just the day before.
"Um, Angel . . . what's going on?" Buffy asked, eyeing him curiously.
Angel stood back up immediately and began to pace in front of the bench, unsure of where to begin. He ran one hand through his hair, cringing when in got stuck in his hair gel. Making a face, he wiped the sticky substance on his shorts and turned back to Buffy. "I've been thinking things over since we talked - especially what you said about me not having to be my father - and I've decided . . ." he took a deep breath, "that this really isn't working for me anymore."
Buffy's mouth dropped wide. "What?" she asked. 'Does he think that . . .?'
"Come on, Buffy. . . " He gave her a knowing look and squatted in front of her. "I'm not stupid. There are things at work here that supersede whatever feelings you and I may, or may not, have for each other."
'Is he actually trying to break up with me? Buffy was dumbstruck, this was definitely not what she expected. "Um, Angel . . . I don't-"
He didn't let her finish and resumed his pacing. "Plus, I don't think either one of us is going to be all that upset if this-" he stopped walking and pointed between them. "-doesn't work out."
'Has everyone gone completely crazy?!' Buffy nodded, deciding to play along. "What brought on this sudden revelation?"
"Well, I saw you and Spike talking in the lighting booth yesterday," he explained, taking a seat beside her. "It really pissed me off. My first instinct was to break it up and tell him to stay away from my woman."
"Angel . . ." Buffy started. She wanted to stop him before he made a complete fool out of himself. 'Although, it is pretty funny. . .'
"Shhh." When he placed his finger to her lips, Buffy had to fight to suppress a giggle. "But then, I realized it didn't really bother me. . .seeing you with him. . . the way you were together . . . it was right."
Buffy gulped and tried to look at him apologetically. "I'm sorry," she said quietly, placing her hand over his.
"Don't be!" The blonde's head shot up in surprise. "I had a long talk with Darla last night."
Buffy nodded. "I talked to her too. She seemed really upset."
"Yah, well, we worked a few things out." He explained. "No sex - just conversation. It was weird, but nice." Buffy looked at him with raised eyebrows. "I know this sounds strange coming from me- " he paused and took a deep breath. "-but, I think I love her."
Buffy's eyes went wide at the admission. In all the years she had known Angel, he never was one to speak freely about his feelings, except for that one small moment after the soccer game.
Off her confused look, he went on, "You know, it's ok to give into your emotions Buffy. Take a few risks. I always tried to be closed off; focus on the next conquest. . ."
She nodded again, knowing very well that she was one of those conquests.
"But after this whole thing with you and Darla - I've realized that there's more to life than getting laid."
Buffy's mouth dropped open; this was definitely NOT the same Angel from just a few days ago.
"Sometimes you just need that one person that - for the sake of pulling a Jerry Maguire - completes you," he said chuckling.
Buffy felt tears form in the corners of her eyes. 'Why is it that everyone else can figure these things out, except for me? Even Angel isn't afraid of following his heart - laying it all on the line.'
Angel lifted his hand to her face and wiped away her tears. "Don't worry. You'll be fine."
Buffy swallowed hard and tried to control herself. She didn't want to cry like a baby in front of Angel. She may not have feelings for him anymore, but he still was one of her oldest crushes. Plus, she really didn't like getting mushy in front of many people.
He patted her on the head. "You'll get through this. I know I'm a hard guy to get over, but I think you and Spike will make a pretty good couple."
That was enough to make Buffy's tears stop. 'He thinks I'm crying over him?!'
"Put on a brave face; soon, you'll forget all about me."
Buffy scrunched up her face, trying not to smile, and nodded. "Ok, well then, I think I better go." She began walking away and turned to face Angel again. "Thanks for letting me down gently. I don't know how I'm going to make it through this, but I'll try my best." When he nodded at her sympathetically, she turned and ran in the direction of the cafeteria. When she finally made it inside, she burst out laughing. 'What an egotistical jerk!' She spotted Spike across the room laughing with Dawn, Conner and Janice. 'Though, he does have a point.'
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"Come on. . .let me see!"
"No way!" an angry British voice boomed from behind the curtain.
"Fine!" Buffy yelled, stomping towards him. "Don't come out." She flung back the curtain and saw Spike standing there in tight black pants, and a midriff top. The orange and black shirt was tight around his ribs, with big ruffled arms.
"Hey!" he backed away from her, trying to cover his body from her prying eyes.
"It's not THAT . . ." Her eyes began to tear as she tried to hold in her laughter, "bad." He raised his eyebrows at her, and placed his hands on his hips. The image was too much, and she couldn't contain herself. Buffy double over in laughter and began snorting.
"You're not helping," Spike said flatly. When she continued to roll on the floor he tore the shirt from his body and began undoing his pants.
Buffy stood up and walked over to Spike, her breathing slowing. She placed a hand on his back. "I'm sorry," she spat out through her giggling.
He shrugged her hand off and moved away.
"Oh come on, it really wasn't THAT bad," she said with a small smile.
Spike turned around, his body only covered by the tight leather pants, the top button unclasped. Buffy gasped at the sight. 'Not so funny anymore, is it?' She swallowed and removed her eyes from the trail of hair beneath his belly button. "I'm sorry."
Spike clenched his jaw tightly, and inhaled slowly. "There's no way I'm wearin' THAT," he said, pointing to the orange ruffles in the corner. "And Angel can have these blasted leather pants - they're more his thing anyway."
Buffy gulped and shook her head. 'He looks so sexy, all angry and full of fury, sculpted chest heaving. I can just imagine what it would be like right now to have him . . .' "No!" she yelled out loud, trying to silence the voice in her head.
"No?! You can't be serious!" She looked at him in confusion. "Don't look at me like that," he shook his finger at her. "I'd rather be sacrificed to some hell god before puttin' that on again."
Buffy nodded quickly. "That's what I meant; you don't have to wear it."
Spike's expression softened. "Really?"
She gulped and nodded. It amazed her how easily he could change from looking like a sexual predator, to a hopeful little boy. "Really."
Spike sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked up at Buffy who quickly avoided his gaze. "What aren't you telling me?"
Buffy took a step away from him. "You're going to be mad," she whined.
"Why would I be angry, Buffy?" he asked, clipping each word short.
"Because-" she started, freezing in place as she watched him stalk towards her. He was only inches from her now, and she stared up at his pursed lips. Her eyes traveled over his hard pecs, down to the leather pants, which hugged his package nicely. She gulped, and directed her attention back to his eyes. "-you just will."
Spike eyed the woman in front of him. He leaned towards her and captured her lips in a soft kiss. He pulled away and placed his hands on her shoulders. "That was a friendly peck to calm you down," he said with a small smile. "Now tell me what's wrong."
"Give me a second," she said before diving towards his mouth again. Buffy kissed him fiercely, thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth, practically devouring him. When she pulled away, Spike was standing stunned before her, his eyes glazed over from the experience.
Buffy spoke quickly, trying to spit it all out before he could recover from the kiss-induced stupor. "You were never going to be the Havana dancer in the show - you're in the show, but not as that. I thought it would be funny to see how you'd react. . .and get you in the ruffled shirt. But really, I just needed you to let the guys know that it's ok to dance like that. So don't be mad, it was all in good fun." She paused for a moment, and he just stared blankly ahead.
Before he could say a word, she grabbed her bag from the chair and ran from the costume shop, calling over her shoulder, "Later!"
Spike gaped after Buffy, not knowing how to react. After a few minutes of standing in stunned silence, he began changing back into his normal clothes. 'Baby likes to play. . .I'll show her,' he thought as he began plotting his revenge. He moved his fingers to his tingling lips. ''At least it wasn't a total loss.'