Well, about the bowling scores, I said it was unbeta'd. . .so . . .oops.
I'm not a bowler. I rarely break 90. I kept asking people, but no one
knew. Oh well, it's no biggee to me, and not to you guys apparently. You
still love me anyway, right?
Anyway, here's another chappy for ya. Still unbeta'd fully, as my regular beta will be out of commission until early next week. But this is a long one - so please read and review.
Enjoy!
38. Adult Swim
DAY 19
"Come on, Buffy," Spike said, as he followed Buffy into the food line, "you can't still be sore about last night. Just because you lost . . ."
Buffy spun around and poked a painted fingernail into Spike's chest. "For your information I did not lose. You cheated," she lifted her chin in defiance and took a tray from the stand beside her.
Spike chuckled, "I cheated?!" he exclaimed in disbelief. When she turned around and raised her eyebrows in his direction he conceded. "Fine, I cheated. But so did you, pet. And I believe YOU started it."
Buffy crossed her arms under her breasts and rolled her eyes. "Whatever Spike. I could so have kicked your ass if you hadn't gotten me all . . ."
Spike smirked at her and finished the statement. "Worked up? Hot and bothered?"
Buffy groaned and pulled out her silverware, waving the knife at him. "No!! I just got distracted."
Spike dodged the flailing butterknife and caught her wrist. "Don't worry, pet. We can have a rematch. This time you choose the stakes. And I promise to fulfill all of the terms," he said, licking his lower lip, "unlike some people."
"Arrrgh!" she shrieked in exasperation, pulling her hand from his grasp. "I'll have hashbrowns, eggs, and sausage," she said to the cafeteria worker.
"Fine, if you don't want to take me on again, I'd understand," he shrugged. "I'll have the same," he instructed the woman before him. "I know you're not up to the challenge," he said, turning back to Buffy.
Buffy groaned and put her plate of food on her tray. "You are so . . ."
"Irresistable," Spike said, smiling widely.
Buffy rolled her eyes and picked up a sausage from her plate, taking a small bite. "No . . .I've been doing very well with the resisting, thank you."
"Is that why your bowling ball wasn't the only thing in the gutter last night?" Spike asked sweetly.
Buffy waved the sausage at him. "You . . .little-" Instead of finishing the statement, she threw her half-eaten sausage in his direction, smacking him square in the forehead. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. "So there!" she said, nodding her head, before storming out of the cafeteria, leaving him speechless for the first time in his young life.
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Spike decided to give Buffy a little time to cool off. He loved sparring with her, but didn't want other, sharper objects, flying at his head. Smoothing things over wasn't going to be that difficult, considering she wasn't really angry - just miffed that she had lost to him. Seeing her hit on that Warren guy wasn't easy for him either; so, in a way, they had both lost. In the short break before lunch he had gone to pick her up a little gift, in an attempt to form a truce. He entered the cafeteria and looking around the crowded room, finally spotting Buffy sitting with her campers.
Buffy caught his eye, and rose to fill her water glass, muttering something about "stupid British cheater guys" under her breath.
Spike walked towards her now empty seat. 'I hope she doesn't take this the wrong way,' he thought, as he placed the bottle on the table in front of her chair. He shuffled over to the next table, taking a seat next to Conner, waiting patiently for Buffy to return.
"You're the cheater," Buffy muttered in a bad British accent. "Did I get you hot and bothered?" She carried her water glass towards the table. "Who does he think he is?" she asked herself before plopping down in her seat. She slammed her glass down on the table, letting water splash over the surface. Grabbing a napkin she began wiping up her mess, finally noticing the blue bottle in front of her. "Super Bubbles," she said aloud, reading the name on the bottle. She unscrewed the cap, and lifted the soapy piece of plastic. Screwing the cap back on she looked around the room, her eyes finally landing on Spike's. Her confused expression softened at the small smile she received. 'Oh my god! He remembered?!' Buffy blushed and removed the cap from the bottle once more, sending a trail of bubbles in his direction.
"Oooh, bubbles!" Dawn shrieked, reaching towards one floating in her direction.
"Let it go, bitlet," Spike said, grabbing her hand, allowing the bubble to fly towards the ceiling unharmed.
Buffy watched mesmerized as he saved the small bubble from Dawn's fingers. Her eyes went wide and she smiled at him, stunned with amazement.
Spike shrugged and responded nonchalantly. "Wouldn't want to pop it too soon - you know, when it still has time to float free."
Buffy gulped and nodded. "Thanks," she said, lifting the bottle in his direction.
Spike cleared his throat and smirked in her direction. "Think of it as a consolation prize," he said, not wanting the moment to get too serious.
"Cheater," Buffy said with a laugh, before returning to her lunch.
At the end of lunch, Jonathan went before the microphone to give the usual post-meal announcements. When he finished, Darla took his place at the mic. "Would all counselors please meet in the lounge immediately following lunch. Some things pertaining to the waterfront have been brought to my attention."
The sound of 'ooohhs' and 'you're in trouble' filled the cafeteria at the announcement.
"I wonder what the ice-queen wants?" Willow asked, walking beside Buffy towards the lounge.
"Don't call her that," Buffy said softly.
"What? Why?" Willow asked in confusion.
"Darla's not that bad," the blonde responded simply. Off her friend's odd look, she elaborated. "We're not friends or anything . . .but, she's ok."
"Whatever you say," Willow shrugged, taking a seat on one of the couches. Buffy plopped down next to her, holding her precious bubbles in her lap. "What are those?" the redhead asked, pointing towards the small blue bottle.
Buffy shrugged. "Nothing. Just my consolation prize," she said with a grin.
Spike walked into the lounge and saw Buffy sitting with Willow on the couch. He headed in her direction, but was stopped by a hand pulling him into another seat.
"Hey stranger," a sticky sweet voice said from beside him.
"Oh, hey Dru," Spike said with a sigh, stealing a quick look in Buffy's direction. She raised an eyebrow at him and he answered her unspoken question with a shake of his head, before he returned his attention to the raven haired girl next to him. "What do you think this is about, princess?" he asked Drusilla, tilting his head in Darla's direction.
Dru grinned evilly at him. "She told me earlier, I wouldn't be too worried," she said, giving his knee a small squeeze.
Spike jumped, and looked over to Buffy again, whose face was now turning a bright shade of red. He shook his head at her quickly once more. "Who's worried?" he asked weakly.
"Quiet down!" Darla yelled, taking her place at the front of the room. She furrowed her brows at the group before her, and spoke harshly. "It has been brought to my attention-" she glanced around the room, and finally let her expression soften into a brilliant smile "-that we haven't had any fun down at the lake yet this summer."
A collective sigh sounded throughout the room at Darla's change in tone. No one wanted to see her pissed off. A happy Darla was much easier to deal with.
"So, I propose," the blonde continued, "a little counselor gathering at the waterfront tonight. No booze - just fun. How does that sound?"
"I'm on grounds tonight," Harmony whined, upset she was going to miss the fun.
"And we'll miss you," Xander retorted, receiving a light smack from Cordy. She wasn't all buddy-buddy with Harmony anymore, but things had been getting better between them since their argument, and she didn't want Xander to ruin things.
"For everyone not on grounds," Darla said, eyeing a now pouting Harmony, "we'll be at the lake starting at 11 o'clock tonight." When no one budged from the room, Darla waved her hands at them. "That's it; you can go."
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"Anya, aren't you coming?" Buffy finished fastening the straps of her light blue bikini, pulling on a tanktop to cover her exposed skin.
"That was the plan," the woman said huffily under her breath, as she paged through her latest issue of Cosmo.
"What was that?" Buffy asked, turning towards her co-counselor, as she slid her feet into her flip flops.
Anya yawned loudly. "Not tonight. I think I'm going to stay in."
"Anya," Buffy began, grabbing the towel from her chair, "I've been meaning to ask you-"
"You ready?" Willow burst through the door, beach bag in hand. "Hey Anya," she said, waving happily to the other woman.
"Willow," Anya nodded in greeting, before returning to her magazine. "You guys better get going before some ladies try to steal your men."
Buffy sighed, "Fine . . .but we're finishing this later."
"Of course, go, go!" Anya shooed them out of the room with her magazine. When the door closed behind Willow and Buffy, she sat up in her bed. "Finally!" she sighed, slamming her magazine closed. She walked over to her dresser and picked up her cell phone, hitting the first number in her memory. "I'll be there in five," she said quickly, before hanging up.
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Buffy and Willow approached the group of counselors who were congregating in the grass in front of the water. "Did we miss anything?" Buffy asked, looking around for Spike.
"Besides the yucky mosquitoes?" Cordelia whined, as she slapped another bug from her arm. "No."
Willow tossed her bag to the ground and sat next to her boyfriend, tucking her head next to his chest. "Hey you."
Oz placed a quick kiss to the top of her head. "Glad you finally made it."
Willow sighed and looked around the group, noticing Spike's absence. "Where's Billy Idol? He told me he was coming."
"He got tied up with camper issues, but should be down soon." Xander moved towards Buffy and squeezed her cheeks. "So, don't you worry."
Buffy smacked his hand away. "I'm not. I think I can manage a few minutes without him." When her friends turned to stare at her in silence, she lifted her hands. "What? I can, you know."
"It's ok, Buffy," Cordy said, peeling off her t-shirt. "We get it."
"Get what?" Buffy placed her hands on her hips, not liking the way this was going.
Willow elbowed Cordelia in the ribs, trying to get the brunette to shut up. "Nothing. She didn't mean anything," she said to Buffy apologetically. She knew the blonde pair was making real progress, and she didn't want Cordy's mouth to take them back to square one. Willow popped to her feet. "Who wants to go in the water?"
"Getting wet without me?"
Buffy turned around to see Spike approaching, she began to smile - armed with a witty retort - but saw Drusilla move from behind him. "Oh, hi," she said, coldly.
"I'd love to take a dip," Dru drawled, removing her t-shirt, revealing a shiny black bikini beneath. The men gawked as she removed her running pants, revealing tiny bottoms and long lean legs. "Coming Spike?" she asked, sweetly, running her hand over his shoulder.
He gulped and looked at Buffy, who was shaking her head and chuckling softly. "In a minute."
Drusilla shrugged and ran into the water, where a few counselors were already swimming and having a good time.
"Coming Spoike," Buffy mimicked. She removed her tanktop, "Don't you just love my smooth pale skin, Spoike."
The bleach-blonde's eyes went wide as he watched Buffy strip down to her bikini. The light blue color of the suit complemented her tan beautifully. "Jealous, pet?" he squeaked out, as he removed his own t-shirt.
It was Buffy's turn to gasp as she eyed his rippling muscles. She had seen his naked chest before, but their recent 'no touching' policy had left her wanting him desperately. "Of her?" She laughed, pointing in Dru's direction, before taking a few steps towards him. "I'm completely confident in my talents . . .and assets," she added, running one finger over her collarbone, drawing his eyes to her breasts.
"That's it!" Spike yelled, causing Buffy to jump. She looked around the empty grass, noticing everyone had made their way into the water.
"Spike, I'm sorry, I thought we . . ." she apologized, trying to calm the storm brewing behind his eyes. Before she could finish, he scooped her up in his arms, running towards the water.
Spike ran down the pier, tossing her off the end, into the lake. Buffy screamed as she went flying through the air, crashing into the cold water. She burst through the water gasping for air. "You asshole!" she screamed.
Spike chuckled and reached out a hand to help her out of the water. Buffy rolled her eyes and grabbed onto his outstretched hand, yanking him into the water beside her. When he came to the surface, she shook her head at him while treading water. "You fall for that every time." She snorted and swam towards the group of counselors.
When the couple reached the group, Spike found himself in Drusilla's arms. "Isn't this fun?"
"It's a riot, princess," Spike said, wiping the water from his eyes.
Buffy shook her head and swam towards Willow who was in the middle of a splashing fight with Oz. "Can you believe her?"
"Who?" Willow squeaked out between splashes.
"Drusilla," Buffy whined. "She's all over Spike, and I know she's doing it to piss me off."
"Then do something about it," Willow said, swimming towards Oz, preparing to dunk him. "All's fair in love and watersports," she proclaimed, before pushing his head under the water.
"Flip me!" Buffy heard Dru squeal, and turned around to see what was going on. Her co-dance instructor had her arms wrapped around Spike.
When he caught Buffy's eye, he quickly tossed Dru, throwing her into the water. 'That takes care of that,' he thought proudly, proceeding towards Buffy.
Dru splashed through the water. "Now I've lost my top," she pouted looking down at the tops of her breasts floating just above the water.
"Lose the clothes!" Angel boomed, as he tossed his shorts towards the rocks. "Skinny-dipping time!" He dove towards Darla, who screamed as he unclasped her bikini top. Soon, bathing suits lined the pier and the rocks surrounding them.
"You don't have to, luv," Spike said, swimming slowly towards Buffy and spitting a small trail of water in her direction.
Buffy quirked one eyebrow at him and dipped lower into the water. She slowly removed her top and tossed it towards the pier, hiding her breasts from Spike's view. "I'm all for a little fun and games." She squirmed out of her bottoms and dangled them in front of his face before tossing them to the pier as well. "How 'bout you?"
Spike grinned and dove under the water to remove his trunks. When he surfaced, he tossed them alongside Buffy's suit. "Game on, luv," he said, softly.
Buffy gulped as he swam towards her slowly, a predatory glint in his eyes. She yelped when he pounced, and dove out of his way.
Spike shook the water from his face and looked around for Buffy. Without warning, she had him by the shoulders forcing him into the water. Buffy laughed and swam away, splashing him playfully when he shot up from the water. He dove under once more, scooping her up in his arms. He took a hold of one of her feet, as she placed her hands to her shoulders. Laughing, she struggled to get out of his grasp, coming close to kicking him in the nuts. "Nah, uh, pet. Watch the family jewels," he said, before throwing her in the air as he had done with Drusilla earlier.
"Woohoo!" Angel cheered as Buffy's naked body hurled in the air before landing back in the water. The exclamation received a smack from Darla. "Hey, baby, you know your's is the only body I want." Before she could respond, Angel flung her in the air, mimicking Spike's actions.
Buffy swam towards Spike, circling him like a shark to its prey.
"They look happy," Spike said, trying to avoid Buffy's advances.
"Well," Buffy spit a small stream of water that had collected in her mouth, back into the lake, "Lucky for me, Angel's lips are otherwise occupied. Or should I say . . .lucky for you," she said, splashing water at him.
Spike lifted his hands to his face, removing the water from his eyes. He ran one hand through his hair and looked over Buffy's shoulder. "Dru seems to be having a right good time with Gunn," he paused, giving Buffy a small smirk, "maybe I should go break it up." He began swimming to Dru, only to have Buffy jump on his back, pushing him under the water again. She swam towards the far end of the pier, laughing at their game.
Spike came up again and searched for Buffy, finally spotting her apart from the rest of the group in the deep end of the water.
Buffy held onto the edge of the pier, dangling by her arms. She faced into the water trying to see where Spike had disappeared to. "If he went over to the vamp-ho, I swear-" she felt someone grab her feet and squealed as Spike burst up in front of her.
"Miss me?" he asked innocently, treading water before her.
"No," she said with a straight face as she kicked water in his direction.
Spike chuckled at the annoyed look he received and closed the gap between them, grabbing hold of the pier behind her. "Liar," he whispered, licking the water droplets from his lips.
Buffy's gaze traveled down to his mouth, and she licked her own lips in return. "I am not," she managed to squeak out. Her legs floated beneath the water, toes playfully running up and down his calves. She gasped when she felt his erection press against her naked stomach.
"May I?" Spike asked softly as he dipped his head close to hers.
Buffy nodded weakly, and her eyes fluttered closed as she felt him lightly brush his lips across her own. Opening her eyes, she looked at him staring down at her in the moonlight. Making a decision, she grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and pulled him towards her, crushing his lips with her own.
Spike groaned as her tongue invaded his mouth, battling his own for dominance. It had been so long since they had kissed this way that he couldn't think of anything else but touching her.
Buffy tore her lips from his, gasping for air, before diving in once more. She lifted her legs to rest around his waist pulling him against her.
Spike panted into her mouth as she wrapped herself around him, his erection nestled beneath her ass.
Buffy kissed along his jawline, moving her attention to his earlobe. She sucked the small piece of flesh into her mouth, as she rubbed her naked sex against his abdomen. Moaning into his ear, she panted in reaction to friction from their flesh grinding together.
Spike placed a wet kiss to her temple, and moved one hand to her ass, kneading it gently. "Are you sure about this, pet?" he asked, voice wavering - unsure if he could stop if she said no.
Buffy gasped and wrapped one arm around his back, pulling him as close as possible. "Ahhhh. . .absolutely," she squeaked out, and breathed into his ear, a tight knot forming in her belly. "Are you?"
"Yes," he moaned, thrusting his hips at her, eliciting a moan from the woman in his arms, "god yes." He captured her lips once more, nibbling her lower lip gently.
"Ohh god," Buffy gasped into his mouth, as she felt the heat spreading through her body. She moved her head to his shoulder, nipping at his skin. "I want you . . .ahhhh . . .in me . . .ahhh. . .now."
Spike panted and tried to gain control of his body. He kissed the side of her face, before nuzzling her gently, moving his hand to the back of her neck.
She lifted her eyes to his questioningly, her lower body trembling against his in need.
"Not here. . .uuuuuhhh," he squeezed his eyes closed, feeling his body prepare to come. He took a few quick breaths and gazed at her through hooded eyes. "Not yet," he managed to say quietly.
Buffy nodded in understanding and dipped her head to his shoulder once again, still quivering in his arms.
Spike slid his hand back to her ass, and pulled her tightly against him. She whimpered as he pushed her rhythmically against his stomach - the base of her sex rubbing against his cock. "Just let it go," he whispered, trying to help her find release.
Buffy gasped for air, and ground herself harder against him. "Errrahhh!" she cried, into his shoulder, biting his neck gently to stifle the sounds of her orgasm.
"Uuuuhhh," Spike groaned, spending himself into the water.
The couple clung to each other, invisible to the rest of the young adults in the shallow end. Spike moved his hand to her back, holding her tightly. He kissed her shoulder tenderly, and lifted his head, shallow breaths escaping his parted lips.
Buffy raised her head from his shoulder and examined his handsome face, running her thumb over his scarred eyebrow. "You ok?" she asked softly.
Spike's eyes fluttered open, and he grinned at the young woman before him. "Never better," he whispered, cupping her face in his hand.
"What in the hell is going on here?!"
Buffy and Spike froze, turning towards the voice. The young woman quickly released her legs from Spike's waist when she spotted her mother at the other end of the pier.
"I could hear you all the way up at the main grounds!" Joyce yelled at the group of naked counselors. "I don't care if you come down here at night - but you CANNOT behave this way. If I heard you up at the main building, I know the campers could hear you as well." She spotted the bodies at the other end of the pier, and squinted in their direction. "Who's down there?"
Buffy looked at Spike, her eyes filled with fear. He nodded in support and took her hand as they swam towards the group, who were already putting their suits back on and exiting the water.
Buffy huddled in the water, trying to hide her naked form from her mother. "It's us," she said, softly, avoiding her mother's eyes.
The angry woman shook her head at the blonde couple. "Is this how you repay me for my favor the other night?" Joyce tossed the suits at the two young people. "Get dressed and go back to your cabins." She placed her hands to her hips. "I expect this from the others, but you? I'm very disappointed in you Buffy." Shooting a glare in Spike's direction, she turned and walked off the pier, back to the main grounds.
Buffy put her suit back on in silence, trying to hold in the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She climbed onto the pier and walked dejectedly towards the rest of her belongings. Most of the counselors had already dispersed, except for a few stragglers.
Spike followed close behind her as she made the trek back to Revello. When they made it to the back door, she turned around and grabbed onto him, finally allowing the tears to come.
He held her tightly, allowing her to sob into his chest. "It will be ok, Buffy. Shhhh." He petted her hair gently, placing a kiss to the top of her head. "Hey," he said quietly, lifting her chin to look at him. "We weren't the only ones there. She'll get over it." He kissed the tip of her nose quickly, and wiped her tears away.
"Did you see the way she looked at us? At ME?" she sobbed.
"I know. Just give her time." He pulled her into another tight hug and rocked her slowly, letting her get the rest of her tears out.
Buffy breathed deeply, and clung to Spike's damp t-shirt. "I think I'm ok now," she said softly, sniffling back the last few tears.
"Good." He rubbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes.
"Not just about my mom . . .about us too." She said, trying to reassure him that she wouldn't give a repeat performance of their past encounters.
"Well, that's a relief. As I was preparing for you to kick me in the head and run off, virtue fluttering," he teased, pulling her wet hair playfully.
"That's the plan," she grinned, before kissing him lightly. She pulled back, and squeezed his hand. "I should go inside. . .get some sleep."
Spike nodded, and pulled her to him for another chaste kiss. "I'll see you in the morning." He watched her enter the cabin, closing the door behind her quietly.
Anyway, here's another chappy for ya. Still unbeta'd fully, as my regular beta will be out of commission until early next week. But this is a long one - so please read and review.
Enjoy!
38. Adult Swim
DAY 19
"Come on, Buffy," Spike said, as he followed Buffy into the food line, "you can't still be sore about last night. Just because you lost . . ."
Buffy spun around and poked a painted fingernail into Spike's chest. "For your information I did not lose. You cheated," she lifted her chin in defiance and took a tray from the stand beside her.
Spike chuckled, "I cheated?!" he exclaimed in disbelief. When she turned around and raised her eyebrows in his direction he conceded. "Fine, I cheated. But so did you, pet. And I believe YOU started it."
Buffy crossed her arms under her breasts and rolled her eyes. "Whatever Spike. I could so have kicked your ass if you hadn't gotten me all . . ."
Spike smirked at her and finished the statement. "Worked up? Hot and bothered?"
Buffy groaned and pulled out her silverware, waving the knife at him. "No!! I just got distracted."
Spike dodged the flailing butterknife and caught her wrist. "Don't worry, pet. We can have a rematch. This time you choose the stakes. And I promise to fulfill all of the terms," he said, licking his lower lip, "unlike some people."
"Arrrgh!" she shrieked in exasperation, pulling her hand from his grasp. "I'll have hashbrowns, eggs, and sausage," she said to the cafeteria worker.
"Fine, if you don't want to take me on again, I'd understand," he shrugged. "I'll have the same," he instructed the woman before him. "I know you're not up to the challenge," he said, turning back to Buffy.
Buffy groaned and put her plate of food on her tray. "You are so . . ."
"Irresistable," Spike said, smiling widely.
Buffy rolled her eyes and picked up a sausage from her plate, taking a small bite. "No . . .I've been doing very well with the resisting, thank you."
"Is that why your bowling ball wasn't the only thing in the gutter last night?" Spike asked sweetly.
Buffy waved the sausage at him. "You . . .little-" Instead of finishing the statement, she threw her half-eaten sausage in his direction, smacking him square in the forehead. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. "So there!" she said, nodding her head, before storming out of the cafeteria, leaving him speechless for the first time in his young life.
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Spike decided to give Buffy a little time to cool off. He loved sparring with her, but didn't want other, sharper objects, flying at his head. Smoothing things over wasn't going to be that difficult, considering she wasn't really angry - just miffed that she had lost to him. Seeing her hit on that Warren guy wasn't easy for him either; so, in a way, they had both lost. In the short break before lunch he had gone to pick her up a little gift, in an attempt to form a truce. He entered the cafeteria and looking around the crowded room, finally spotting Buffy sitting with her campers.
Buffy caught his eye, and rose to fill her water glass, muttering something about "stupid British cheater guys" under her breath.
Spike walked towards her now empty seat. 'I hope she doesn't take this the wrong way,' he thought, as he placed the bottle on the table in front of her chair. He shuffled over to the next table, taking a seat next to Conner, waiting patiently for Buffy to return.
"You're the cheater," Buffy muttered in a bad British accent. "Did I get you hot and bothered?" She carried her water glass towards the table. "Who does he think he is?" she asked herself before plopping down in her seat. She slammed her glass down on the table, letting water splash over the surface. Grabbing a napkin she began wiping up her mess, finally noticing the blue bottle in front of her. "Super Bubbles," she said aloud, reading the name on the bottle. She unscrewed the cap, and lifted the soapy piece of plastic. Screwing the cap back on she looked around the room, her eyes finally landing on Spike's. Her confused expression softened at the small smile she received. 'Oh my god! He remembered?!' Buffy blushed and removed the cap from the bottle once more, sending a trail of bubbles in his direction.
"Oooh, bubbles!" Dawn shrieked, reaching towards one floating in her direction.
"Let it go, bitlet," Spike said, grabbing her hand, allowing the bubble to fly towards the ceiling unharmed.
Buffy watched mesmerized as he saved the small bubble from Dawn's fingers. Her eyes went wide and she smiled at him, stunned with amazement.
Spike shrugged and responded nonchalantly. "Wouldn't want to pop it too soon - you know, when it still has time to float free."
Buffy gulped and nodded. "Thanks," she said, lifting the bottle in his direction.
Spike cleared his throat and smirked in her direction. "Think of it as a consolation prize," he said, not wanting the moment to get too serious.
"Cheater," Buffy said with a laugh, before returning to her lunch.
At the end of lunch, Jonathan went before the microphone to give the usual post-meal announcements. When he finished, Darla took his place at the mic. "Would all counselors please meet in the lounge immediately following lunch. Some things pertaining to the waterfront have been brought to my attention."
The sound of 'ooohhs' and 'you're in trouble' filled the cafeteria at the announcement.
"I wonder what the ice-queen wants?" Willow asked, walking beside Buffy towards the lounge.
"Don't call her that," Buffy said softly.
"What? Why?" Willow asked in confusion.
"Darla's not that bad," the blonde responded simply. Off her friend's odd look, she elaborated. "We're not friends or anything . . .but, she's ok."
"Whatever you say," Willow shrugged, taking a seat on one of the couches. Buffy plopped down next to her, holding her precious bubbles in her lap. "What are those?" the redhead asked, pointing towards the small blue bottle.
Buffy shrugged. "Nothing. Just my consolation prize," she said with a grin.
Spike walked into the lounge and saw Buffy sitting with Willow on the couch. He headed in her direction, but was stopped by a hand pulling him into another seat.
"Hey stranger," a sticky sweet voice said from beside him.
"Oh, hey Dru," Spike said with a sigh, stealing a quick look in Buffy's direction. She raised an eyebrow at him and he answered her unspoken question with a shake of his head, before he returned his attention to the raven haired girl next to him. "What do you think this is about, princess?" he asked Drusilla, tilting his head in Darla's direction.
Dru grinned evilly at him. "She told me earlier, I wouldn't be too worried," she said, giving his knee a small squeeze.
Spike jumped, and looked over to Buffy again, whose face was now turning a bright shade of red. He shook his head at her quickly once more. "Who's worried?" he asked weakly.
"Quiet down!" Darla yelled, taking her place at the front of the room. She furrowed her brows at the group before her, and spoke harshly. "It has been brought to my attention-" she glanced around the room, and finally let her expression soften into a brilliant smile "-that we haven't had any fun down at the lake yet this summer."
A collective sigh sounded throughout the room at Darla's change in tone. No one wanted to see her pissed off. A happy Darla was much easier to deal with.
"So, I propose," the blonde continued, "a little counselor gathering at the waterfront tonight. No booze - just fun. How does that sound?"
"I'm on grounds tonight," Harmony whined, upset she was going to miss the fun.
"And we'll miss you," Xander retorted, receiving a light smack from Cordy. She wasn't all buddy-buddy with Harmony anymore, but things had been getting better between them since their argument, and she didn't want Xander to ruin things.
"For everyone not on grounds," Darla said, eyeing a now pouting Harmony, "we'll be at the lake starting at 11 o'clock tonight." When no one budged from the room, Darla waved her hands at them. "That's it; you can go."
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"Anya, aren't you coming?" Buffy finished fastening the straps of her light blue bikini, pulling on a tanktop to cover her exposed skin.
"That was the plan," the woman said huffily under her breath, as she paged through her latest issue of Cosmo.
"What was that?" Buffy asked, turning towards her co-counselor, as she slid her feet into her flip flops.
Anya yawned loudly. "Not tonight. I think I'm going to stay in."
"Anya," Buffy began, grabbing the towel from her chair, "I've been meaning to ask you-"
"You ready?" Willow burst through the door, beach bag in hand. "Hey Anya," she said, waving happily to the other woman.
"Willow," Anya nodded in greeting, before returning to her magazine. "You guys better get going before some ladies try to steal your men."
Buffy sighed, "Fine . . .but we're finishing this later."
"Of course, go, go!" Anya shooed them out of the room with her magazine. When the door closed behind Willow and Buffy, she sat up in her bed. "Finally!" she sighed, slamming her magazine closed. She walked over to her dresser and picked up her cell phone, hitting the first number in her memory. "I'll be there in five," she said quickly, before hanging up.
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Buffy and Willow approached the group of counselors who were congregating in the grass in front of the water. "Did we miss anything?" Buffy asked, looking around for Spike.
"Besides the yucky mosquitoes?" Cordelia whined, as she slapped another bug from her arm. "No."
Willow tossed her bag to the ground and sat next to her boyfriend, tucking her head next to his chest. "Hey you."
Oz placed a quick kiss to the top of her head. "Glad you finally made it."
Willow sighed and looked around the group, noticing Spike's absence. "Where's Billy Idol? He told me he was coming."
"He got tied up with camper issues, but should be down soon." Xander moved towards Buffy and squeezed her cheeks. "So, don't you worry."
Buffy smacked his hand away. "I'm not. I think I can manage a few minutes without him." When her friends turned to stare at her in silence, she lifted her hands. "What? I can, you know."
"It's ok, Buffy," Cordy said, peeling off her t-shirt. "We get it."
"Get what?" Buffy placed her hands on her hips, not liking the way this was going.
Willow elbowed Cordelia in the ribs, trying to get the brunette to shut up. "Nothing. She didn't mean anything," she said to Buffy apologetically. She knew the blonde pair was making real progress, and she didn't want Cordy's mouth to take them back to square one. Willow popped to her feet. "Who wants to go in the water?"
"Getting wet without me?"
Buffy turned around to see Spike approaching, she began to smile - armed with a witty retort - but saw Drusilla move from behind him. "Oh, hi," she said, coldly.
"I'd love to take a dip," Dru drawled, removing her t-shirt, revealing a shiny black bikini beneath. The men gawked as she removed her running pants, revealing tiny bottoms and long lean legs. "Coming Spike?" she asked, sweetly, running her hand over his shoulder.
He gulped and looked at Buffy, who was shaking her head and chuckling softly. "In a minute."
Drusilla shrugged and ran into the water, where a few counselors were already swimming and having a good time.
"Coming Spoike," Buffy mimicked. She removed her tanktop, "Don't you just love my smooth pale skin, Spoike."
The bleach-blonde's eyes went wide as he watched Buffy strip down to her bikini. The light blue color of the suit complemented her tan beautifully. "Jealous, pet?" he squeaked out, as he removed his own t-shirt.
It was Buffy's turn to gasp as she eyed his rippling muscles. She had seen his naked chest before, but their recent 'no touching' policy had left her wanting him desperately. "Of her?" She laughed, pointing in Dru's direction, before taking a few steps towards him. "I'm completely confident in my talents . . .and assets," she added, running one finger over her collarbone, drawing his eyes to her breasts.
"That's it!" Spike yelled, causing Buffy to jump. She looked around the empty grass, noticing everyone had made their way into the water.
"Spike, I'm sorry, I thought we . . ." she apologized, trying to calm the storm brewing behind his eyes. Before she could finish, he scooped her up in his arms, running towards the water.
Spike ran down the pier, tossing her off the end, into the lake. Buffy screamed as she went flying through the air, crashing into the cold water. She burst through the water gasping for air. "You asshole!" she screamed.
Spike chuckled and reached out a hand to help her out of the water. Buffy rolled her eyes and grabbed onto his outstretched hand, yanking him into the water beside her. When he came to the surface, she shook her head at him while treading water. "You fall for that every time." She snorted and swam towards the group of counselors.
When the couple reached the group, Spike found himself in Drusilla's arms. "Isn't this fun?"
"It's a riot, princess," Spike said, wiping the water from his eyes.
Buffy shook her head and swam towards Willow who was in the middle of a splashing fight with Oz. "Can you believe her?"
"Who?" Willow squeaked out between splashes.
"Drusilla," Buffy whined. "She's all over Spike, and I know she's doing it to piss me off."
"Then do something about it," Willow said, swimming towards Oz, preparing to dunk him. "All's fair in love and watersports," she proclaimed, before pushing his head under the water.
"Flip me!" Buffy heard Dru squeal, and turned around to see what was going on. Her co-dance instructor had her arms wrapped around Spike.
When he caught Buffy's eye, he quickly tossed Dru, throwing her into the water. 'That takes care of that,' he thought proudly, proceeding towards Buffy.
Dru splashed through the water. "Now I've lost my top," she pouted looking down at the tops of her breasts floating just above the water.
"Lose the clothes!" Angel boomed, as he tossed his shorts towards the rocks. "Skinny-dipping time!" He dove towards Darla, who screamed as he unclasped her bikini top. Soon, bathing suits lined the pier and the rocks surrounding them.
"You don't have to, luv," Spike said, swimming slowly towards Buffy and spitting a small trail of water in her direction.
Buffy quirked one eyebrow at him and dipped lower into the water. She slowly removed her top and tossed it towards the pier, hiding her breasts from Spike's view. "I'm all for a little fun and games." She squirmed out of her bottoms and dangled them in front of his face before tossing them to the pier as well. "How 'bout you?"
Spike grinned and dove under the water to remove his trunks. When he surfaced, he tossed them alongside Buffy's suit. "Game on, luv," he said, softly.
Buffy gulped as he swam towards her slowly, a predatory glint in his eyes. She yelped when he pounced, and dove out of his way.
Spike shook the water from his face and looked around for Buffy. Without warning, she had him by the shoulders forcing him into the water. Buffy laughed and swam away, splashing him playfully when he shot up from the water. He dove under once more, scooping her up in his arms. He took a hold of one of her feet, as she placed her hands to her shoulders. Laughing, she struggled to get out of his grasp, coming close to kicking him in the nuts. "Nah, uh, pet. Watch the family jewels," he said, before throwing her in the air as he had done with Drusilla earlier.
"Woohoo!" Angel cheered as Buffy's naked body hurled in the air before landing back in the water. The exclamation received a smack from Darla. "Hey, baby, you know your's is the only body I want." Before she could respond, Angel flung her in the air, mimicking Spike's actions.
Buffy swam towards Spike, circling him like a shark to its prey.
"They look happy," Spike said, trying to avoid Buffy's advances.
"Well," Buffy spit a small stream of water that had collected in her mouth, back into the lake, "Lucky for me, Angel's lips are otherwise occupied. Or should I say . . .lucky for you," she said, splashing water at him.
Spike lifted his hands to his face, removing the water from his eyes. He ran one hand through his hair and looked over Buffy's shoulder. "Dru seems to be having a right good time with Gunn," he paused, giving Buffy a small smirk, "maybe I should go break it up." He began swimming to Dru, only to have Buffy jump on his back, pushing him under the water again. She swam towards the far end of the pier, laughing at their game.
Spike came up again and searched for Buffy, finally spotting her apart from the rest of the group in the deep end of the water.
Buffy held onto the edge of the pier, dangling by her arms. She faced into the water trying to see where Spike had disappeared to. "If he went over to the vamp-ho, I swear-" she felt someone grab her feet and squealed as Spike burst up in front of her.
"Miss me?" he asked innocently, treading water before her.
"No," she said with a straight face as she kicked water in his direction.
Spike chuckled at the annoyed look he received and closed the gap between them, grabbing hold of the pier behind her. "Liar," he whispered, licking the water droplets from his lips.
Buffy's gaze traveled down to his mouth, and she licked her own lips in return. "I am not," she managed to squeak out. Her legs floated beneath the water, toes playfully running up and down his calves. She gasped when she felt his erection press against her naked stomach.
"May I?" Spike asked softly as he dipped his head close to hers.
Buffy nodded weakly, and her eyes fluttered closed as she felt him lightly brush his lips across her own. Opening her eyes, she looked at him staring down at her in the moonlight. Making a decision, she grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and pulled him towards her, crushing his lips with her own.
Spike groaned as her tongue invaded his mouth, battling his own for dominance. It had been so long since they had kissed this way that he couldn't think of anything else but touching her.
Buffy tore her lips from his, gasping for air, before diving in once more. She lifted her legs to rest around his waist pulling him against her.
Spike panted into her mouth as she wrapped herself around him, his erection nestled beneath her ass.
Buffy kissed along his jawline, moving her attention to his earlobe. She sucked the small piece of flesh into her mouth, as she rubbed her naked sex against his abdomen. Moaning into his ear, she panted in reaction to friction from their flesh grinding together.
Spike placed a wet kiss to her temple, and moved one hand to her ass, kneading it gently. "Are you sure about this, pet?" he asked, voice wavering - unsure if he could stop if she said no.
Buffy gasped and wrapped one arm around his back, pulling him as close as possible. "Ahhhh. . .absolutely," she squeaked out, and breathed into his ear, a tight knot forming in her belly. "Are you?"
"Yes," he moaned, thrusting his hips at her, eliciting a moan from the woman in his arms, "god yes." He captured her lips once more, nibbling her lower lip gently.
"Ohh god," Buffy gasped into his mouth, as she felt the heat spreading through her body. She moved her head to his shoulder, nipping at his skin. "I want you . . .ahhhh . . .in me . . .ahhh. . .now."
Spike panted and tried to gain control of his body. He kissed the side of her face, before nuzzling her gently, moving his hand to the back of her neck.
She lifted her eyes to his questioningly, her lower body trembling against his in need.
"Not here. . .uuuuuhhh," he squeezed his eyes closed, feeling his body prepare to come. He took a few quick breaths and gazed at her through hooded eyes. "Not yet," he managed to say quietly.
Buffy nodded in understanding and dipped her head to his shoulder once again, still quivering in his arms.
Spike slid his hand back to her ass, and pulled her tightly against him. She whimpered as he pushed her rhythmically against his stomach - the base of her sex rubbing against his cock. "Just let it go," he whispered, trying to help her find release.
Buffy gasped for air, and ground herself harder against him. "Errrahhh!" she cried, into his shoulder, biting his neck gently to stifle the sounds of her orgasm.
"Uuuuhhh," Spike groaned, spending himself into the water.
The couple clung to each other, invisible to the rest of the young adults in the shallow end. Spike moved his hand to her back, holding her tightly. He kissed her shoulder tenderly, and lifted his head, shallow breaths escaping his parted lips.
Buffy raised her head from his shoulder and examined his handsome face, running her thumb over his scarred eyebrow. "You ok?" she asked softly.
Spike's eyes fluttered open, and he grinned at the young woman before him. "Never better," he whispered, cupping her face in his hand.
"What in the hell is going on here?!"
Buffy and Spike froze, turning towards the voice. The young woman quickly released her legs from Spike's waist when she spotted her mother at the other end of the pier.
"I could hear you all the way up at the main grounds!" Joyce yelled at the group of naked counselors. "I don't care if you come down here at night - but you CANNOT behave this way. If I heard you up at the main building, I know the campers could hear you as well." She spotted the bodies at the other end of the pier, and squinted in their direction. "Who's down there?"
Buffy looked at Spike, her eyes filled with fear. He nodded in support and took her hand as they swam towards the group, who were already putting their suits back on and exiting the water.
Buffy huddled in the water, trying to hide her naked form from her mother. "It's us," she said, softly, avoiding her mother's eyes.
The angry woman shook her head at the blonde couple. "Is this how you repay me for my favor the other night?" Joyce tossed the suits at the two young people. "Get dressed and go back to your cabins." She placed her hands to her hips. "I expect this from the others, but you? I'm very disappointed in you Buffy." Shooting a glare in Spike's direction, she turned and walked off the pier, back to the main grounds.
Buffy put her suit back on in silence, trying to hold in the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She climbed onto the pier and walked dejectedly towards the rest of her belongings. Most of the counselors had already dispersed, except for a few stragglers.
Spike followed close behind her as she made the trek back to Revello. When they made it to the back door, she turned around and grabbed onto him, finally allowing the tears to come.
He held her tightly, allowing her to sob into his chest. "It will be ok, Buffy. Shhhh." He petted her hair gently, placing a kiss to the top of her head. "Hey," he said quietly, lifting her chin to look at him. "We weren't the only ones there. She'll get over it." He kissed the tip of her nose quickly, and wiped her tears away.
"Did you see the way she looked at us? At ME?" she sobbed.
"I know. Just give her time." He pulled her into another tight hug and rocked her slowly, letting her get the rest of her tears out.
Buffy breathed deeply, and clung to Spike's damp t-shirt. "I think I'm ok now," she said softly, sniffling back the last few tears.
"Good." He rubbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes.
"Not just about my mom . . .about us too." She said, trying to reassure him that she wouldn't give a repeat performance of their past encounters.
"Well, that's a relief. As I was preparing for you to kick me in the head and run off, virtue fluttering," he teased, pulling her wet hair playfully.
"That's the plan," she grinned, before kissing him lightly. She pulled back, and squeezed his hand. "I should go inside. . .get some sleep."
Spike nodded, and pulled her to him for another chaste kiss. "I'll see you in the morning." He watched her enter the cabin, closing the door behind her quietly.