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Chapter 3 Afternoon
Buffy fumed, swore and ranted for about thirty minutes, before finally managing to calm herself enough to start unpacking. She then continued to beat herself up, because she had such a hot temper. Spike seemed almost to get off on it. She vowed to not let him get to her.
She finished unpacking and headed downstairs to ask Giles if she could use the phone to call Willow. By this time Willow would be back on the farm, to do the afternoon shift of tending to the horses. Running down the stairs she threw a look inside the kitchen, to make sure HE wasn't there.
Walking down the hall to Giles study, she picked up his voice, not sounding very happy. She knew eavesdropping was not the polite thing to do, so she knocked gently on the door letting Giles know of her presence. He looked at her and continued his conversation.
"Yes, sir. Of course, sir, you're welcome to see for yourself"
".."
" I thought William could ride him"
".."
"But sir, William has been riding him ever since.."
Buffy noticed Giles was interrupted by whoever it was on the other line.
"Yes, sir, I'll see what I can come up with, but springing this and those other matters on me this quick is bloody inconvenient."
"..."
"I'm sorry, sir, didn't mean to loose my temper and yes, Hank Summers' girl has just joined us, her name is Elisabeth.", at this he smiled at Buffy and gestured for her to sit down, across the desk from him.
"I beg your pardon? You want Drusilla to do what?", Giles' voice picked up, he removed his glasses and pinched the upper ridge of his nose, as if very agitated.
".."
"Yes, sir, I am aware that you own California Pride. We'll see how she does."
".."
"Very well, Saturday it is. Good bye, sir", Giles hung up the phone at his last statement and sighed in frustration. Buffy just looked at him carefully, not really sure if she dared to ask Giles anything, while he was in this mood.
"What can I do for you Miss Su-, I mean Buffy?", Giles asked a reassuring smile showing in his face.
"Ehm. I was just wondering, if I could use the phone to call my friend? I can help pay the bills and all. Now I'm kind of wondering what that call was all about, seeing as you mentioned me and. things.", Buffy was biting her lip now, mentally slapping herself for sticking her nose in other people's business.
"Of course you can borrow the phone, dear. Wouldn't want your charming mother to worry, would we?", Giles remembered Buffy's mother quite well. When he had been to an auction a few years back he had seen a woman at Hank Summers' arm. She lit up the room like sunshine. When they had talked she had seemed the warmest person he had ever met. He was quite taken with her, until she presented herself as Mrs. Summers. That one sentence had quelled any possible fire.
Giles sighed before answering Buffy on her second topic. " I suppose I should tell you since you're more than likely to find out anyway. Angel O'Toole was the one I spoke to on the telephone just now. He is the very wealthy owner of California Pride, our one shot at the Triple Crown, come spring. It seems he disapproves of me having William ride him. He asked me to let you try out and when the race date comes he wants his wife, Drusilla to do the riding.", he sighed once more before continuing.
"Drusilla hasn't ridden any race horses in three years and now she's coming down with Angel, this Saturday to try Pride out. Angel chose me to train his horse, he should respect my training orders! The reality is I can't afford loosing Pride, or the other horses Angel owns to another trainer", Giles said while shaking his head slowly in disapproval.
Neither Buffy nor Giles, noticed Spike at the doorway, listening in on their conversation. His face grew pale and his eyes glazed with unshed tears, before he closed them, clenched his teeth and let anger instead of sorrow creep across his features.
"So Dru is coming down, is she?", Spike asked venom dripping off his tongue.
Giles and Buffy were both startled by his presence, before Giles slowly nodded and looked away in shame, avoiding Spike's gaze. Spike let out a bitter laugh, before storming off. Seconds later Buffy and Giles heard the front door slam.
"I'm kinda' guessing they have a history that is not so sweet?", Buffy asked tentatively, once again biting her lower lip.
" That would be the correct assumption, not really my story to tell. I'll leave you to your calls. When you're finished, you're more than welcome to take out one of the quarter horses for a ride." Giles said as he stood up to leave.
Buffy said her thanks, dialed the number to the office of the stables back home. Willow picked up and Buffy began to tell the story of her day. Very merry voice when she told about her move against Spike at the track, pissed voice when she told about their conversation in the kitchen. Willow couldn't help chuckling while thinking; 'Yeah right. I give her one month before she's calling me, telling me how great he is.' Then she remembered what Joyce had told her.
"Listen Buffy? Riley came when we left. Joyce told me. Have you called him yet?", Willow said while scolding herself, for bringing up Riley, when Buffy should move on.
Buffy sighed, while she was denying Spike's assumptions, she knew in her heart, her and Riley were over for now. "No, I sort of put that on hold for the time being", she answered her friend. They said their goodbyes and Buffy, headed for the stables, to take Giles up on his offer.
She saddled up and mounted a black and white paint horse. She didn't need gear with this docile animal. Fifteen minutes along a path, she brought the horse to a gentle trot and allowed the wind blowing through her hair to sweep away all her worries.
After about an hours ride, she came to a halt by a small stream. She dismounted the horse, allowing it to take a drink from the stream. Buffy went to sit with her back against an oak tree, enjoying the afternoon rays of the august sun to wash over her.
Buffy noticed that a few feet away the stream was slightly dammed up, allowing the stream to form a pond that looked deep enough to swim in. She played with her thought a while before deciding, she was miles from anyone, no one would see her if she went for a little swim.
She took off all her clothes, but her white cotton g-string. She tied up the horse, just in case it might get some idea and headed towards the water. She let out a squeal at first contact with the chilly water, before diving out into the deep end.
Spike had left the house in a hurry, needing to let out his feelings one way or the other. He took out one of the quarter horses and nearly ran it to the ground. After about half an hour ride, he realized the horse was nearly broken down and pulled it to halt before climbing off.
He turned around, with the horse in tow, to go back to his little thinking spot, by the stream. Maybe a cool afternoon swim could chill his emotions. Angel and Drusilla. His, now Angel's Drusilla coming down here. He wished she could disappear. Spike did not need her to come and stick like glue to that ponce. He did not need a reminder of that awful day two years earlier.
Spike stopped in the heavy shadows of the trees just above the stream, when he heard a squeal followed by a splash, coming from the pond. He lifted his eyes from the path only to spot the most beautiful woman he had seen in his life, coming to the surface of the water. The woman gasped for air and it was the most mesmerizing sound, he had ever heard.
He continued to stare as she stood up from the water, to reveal she did not wear a bathing suit. All she had on was a soaking wet, now see-through cotton thong. He eyed her over, her golden tanned, long legs, her full breasts, and her angelic face with blue green eyes that looked really familiar. Wait a minute, this was Buffy.
No wonder he was spellbound by this nymph, he had been ever since he first, well second time he saw her. The water trickled down her body and all Spike wished for, was to be one of those drops. He grinned, at thinking how she would react, once he let his presence known. Infuriate the girl twice in one day, not bad.
However he wasn't ready for her to cover herself just yet. He was pretty sure he wouldn't get this kind of view in a long time. His moment was cut short, when his horse noticed the horse across the stream, and let out a snort and stomped its leg to the ground.
Buffy froze when she heard a horse's sound across the pond, not from where she had tied her horse. She pulled her hand to her forehead, to cover from the sun and squinted to the shadows, where the snort had come from. She recognized Spike standing next to a horse. Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped, her face reddened while she covered her breasts.
"You freak! You pervert! You Pig!", Buffy yelled while bolting for dry ground to find her clothes and cover up. Spike was fast on her heels, dragged his horse through the water with much ease, not bothering to notice his jeans was becoming wet.
Once he reached the other bank he let the horse go and ran for Buffy and gripped her by her waist, to turn around facing him. She yelped as she felt his hands on her.
"Why the flushed face, pet? Nothing to be ashamed of here.", He said in a purr as he glanced appreciatively down her body. Buffy's eyes widened even more, but her entire system shut down, as Spike made the boldest move, he had ever done.
Spike looked into her eyes and down to her trembling parted lips, before he knew it he crushed them with his own. He moaned, as he tasted her sweet mouth. It was Spike's turn to be surprised when he felt Buffy's tongue brushing against his own to answer his kiss, inviting him in.
Soon their tongues were dancing and Spike pushed her up against a nearby tree, to let her know exactly how the kiss was affecting him. He ground his hips against her and broke the kiss. Both of them were panting, staring in each other's eyes.
What Buffy saw scared her. In the depths of his now dark blue eyes, she saw lust, passion, adoration and even love. It couldn't be that. They had met only a few hours before. He leaned into her ear and whispered in a low husky voice; "See, pet? Can you feel what you do to me?" For emphasis he ground his hips even harder to her and a moan escaped her lips.
Reason came back to Buffy. 'Riley!', her mind screamed. She hadn't even had sex with Riley. She was not about to do it with some complete stranger, let alone outside. She found the strength to push Spike off, quickly found her clothes and put them on.
She rode off on her horse not even offering Spike a second glance. Spike stood there stunned. He groaned when realization hit him. Okay, so maybe he had gone a bit far, but he felt like he had known this girl for a lifetime. Did he want her? Oh my God, yes! Did he want to spend the rest of his life worshipping her? Pretty much! He was falling hard for her. Something like this wasn't just lust, like he had felt in the beginning with Drusilla. It had to be love. Love at first, sorry, second sight.
Chapter 3 Afternoon
Buffy fumed, swore and ranted for about thirty minutes, before finally managing to calm herself enough to start unpacking. She then continued to beat herself up, because she had such a hot temper. Spike seemed almost to get off on it. She vowed to not let him get to her.
She finished unpacking and headed downstairs to ask Giles if she could use the phone to call Willow. By this time Willow would be back on the farm, to do the afternoon shift of tending to the horses. Running down the stairs she threw a look inside the kitchen, to make sure HE wasn't there.
Walking down the hall to Giles study, she picked up his voice, not sounding very happy. She knew eavesdropping was not the polite thing to do, so she knocked gently on the door letting Giles know of her presence. He looked at her and continued his conversation.
"Yes, sir. Of course, sir, you're welcome to see for yourself"
".."
" I thought William could ride him"
".."
"But sir, William has been riding him ever since.."
Buffy noticed Giles was interrupted by whoever it was on the other line.
"Yes, sir, I'll see what I can come up with, but springing this and those other matters on me this quick is bloody inconvenient."
"..."
"I'm sorry, sir, didn't mean to loose my temper and yes, Hank Summers' girl has just joined us, her name is Elisabeth.", at this he smiled at Buffy and gestured for her to sit down, across the desk from him.
"I beg your pardon? You want Drusilla to do what?", Giles' voice picked up, he removed his glasses and pinched the upper ridge of his nose, as if very agitated.
".."
"Yes, sir, I am aware that you own California Pride. We'll see how she does."
".."
"Very well, Saturday it is. Good bye, sir", Giles hung up the phone at his last statement and sighed in frustration. Buffy just looked at him carefully, not really sure if she dared to ask Giles anything, while he was in this mood.
"What can I do for you Miss Su-, I mean Buffy?", Giles asked a reassuring smile showing in his face.
"Ehm. I was just wondering, if I could use the phone to call my friend? I can help pay the bills and all. Now I'm kind of wondering what that call was all about, seeing as you mentioned me and. things.", Buffy was biting her lip now, mentally slapping herself for sticking her nose in other people's business.
"Of course you can borrow the phone, dear. Wouldn't want your charming mother to worry, would we?", Giles remembered Buffy's mother quite well. When he had been to an auction a few years back he had seen a woman at Hank Summers' arm. She lit up the room like sunshine. When they had talked she had seemed the warmest person he had ever met. He was quite taken with her, until she presented herself as Mrs. Summers. That one sentence had quelled any possible fire.
Giles sighed before answering Buffy on her second topic. " I suppose I should tell you since you're more than likely to find out anyway. Angel O'Toole was the one I spoke to on the telephone just now. He is the very wealthy owner of California Pride, our one shot at the Triple Crown, come spring. It seems he disapproves of me having William ride him. He asked me to let you try out and when the race date comes he wants his wife, Drusilla to do the riding.", he sighed once more before continuing.
"Drusilla hasn't ridden any race horses in three years and now she's coming down with Angel, this Saturday to try Pride out. Angel chose me to train his horse, he should respect my training orders! The reality is I can't afford loosing Pride, or the other horses Angel owns to another trainer", Giles said while shaking his head slowly in disapproval.
Neither Buffy nor Giles, noticed Spike at the doorway, listening in on their conversation. His face grew pale and his eyes glazed with unshed tears, before he closed them, clenched his teeth and let anger instead of sorrow creep across his features.
"So Dru is coming down, is she?", Spike asked venom dripping off his tongue.
Giles and Buffy were both startled by his presence, before Giles slowly nodded and looked away in shame, avoiding Spike's gaze. Spike let out a bitter laugh, before storming off. Seconds later Buffy and Giles heard the front door slam.
"I'm kinda' guessing they have a history that is not so sweet?", Buffy asked tentatively, once again biting her lower lip.
" That would be the correct assumption, not really my story to tell. I'll leave you to your calls. When you're finished, you're more than welcome to take out one of the quarter horses for a ride." Giles said as he stood up to leave.
Buffy said her thanks, dialed the number to the office of the stables back home. Willow picked up and Buffy began to tell the story of her day. Very merry voice when she told about her move against Spike at the track, pissed voice when she told about their conversation in the kitchen. Willow couldn't help chuckling while thinking; 'Yeah right. I give her one month before she's calling me, telling me how great he is.' Then she remembered what Joyce had told her.
"Listen Buffy? Riley came when we left. Joyce told me. Have you called him yet?", Willow said while scolding herself, for bringing up Riley, when Buffy should move on.
Buffy sighed, while she was denying Spike's assumptions, she knew in her heart, her and Riley were over for now. "No, I sort of put that on hold for the time being", she answered her friend. They said their goodbyes and Buffy, headed for the stables, to take Giles up on his offer.
She saddled up and mounted a black and white paint horse. She didn't need gear with this docile animal. Fifteen minutes along a path, she brought the horse to a gentle trot and allowed the wind blowing through her hair to sweep away all her worries.
After about an hours ride, she came to a halt by a small stream. She dismounted the horse, allowing it to take a drink from the stream. Buffy went to sit with her back against an oak tree, enjoying the afternoon rays of the august sun to wash over her.
Buffy noticed that a few feet away the stream was slightly dammed up, allowing the stream to form a pond that looked deep enough to swim in. She played with her thought a while before deciding, she was miles from anyone, no one would see her if she went for a little swim.
She took off all her clothes, but her white cotton g-string. She tied up the horse, just in case it might get some idea and headed towards the water. She let out a squeal at first contact with the chilly water, before diving out into the deep end.
Spike had left the house in a hurry, needing to let out his feelings one way or the other. He took out one of the quarter horses and nearly ran it to the ground. After about half an hour ride, he realized the horse was nearly broken down and pulled it to halt before climbing off.
He turned around, with the horse in tow, to go back to his little thinking spot, by the stream. Maybe a cool afternoon swim could chill his emotions. Angel and Drusilla. His, now Angel's Drusilla coming down here. He wished she could disappear. Spike did not need her to come and stick like glue to that ponce. He did not need a reminder of that awful day two years earlier.
Spike stopped in the heavy shadows of the trees just above the stream, when he heard a squeal followed by a splash, coming from the pond. He lifted his eyes from the path only to spot the most beautiful woman he had seen in his life, coming to the surface of the water. The woman gasped for air and it was the most mesmerizing sound, he had ever heard.
He continued to stare as she stood up from the water, to reveal she did not wear a bathing suit. All she had on was a soaking wet, now see-through cotton thong. He eyed her over, her golden tanned, long legs, her full breasts, and her angelic face with blue green eyes that looked really familiar. Wait a minute, this was Buffy.
No wonder he was spellbound by this nymph, he had been ever since he first, well second time he saw her. The water trickled down her body and all Spike wished for, was to be one of those drops. He grinned, at thinking how she would react, once he let his presence known. Infuriate the girl twice in one day, not bad.
However he wasn't ready for her to cover herself just yet. He was pretty sure he wouldn't get this kind of view in a long time. His moment was cut short, when his horse noticed the horse across the stream, and let out a snort and stomped its leg to the ground.
Buffy froze when she heard a horse's sound across the pond, not from where she had tied her horse. She pulled her hand to her forehead, to cover from the sun and squinted to the shadows, where the snort had come from. She recognized Spike standing next to a horse. Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped, her face reddened while she covered her breasts.
"You freak! You pervert! You Pig!", Buffy yelled while bolting for dry ground to find her clothes and cover up. Spike was fast on her heels, dragged his horse through the water with much ease, not bothering to notice his jeans was becoming wet.
Once he reached the other bank he let the horse go and ran for Buffy and gripped her by her waist, to turn around facing him. She yelped as she felt his hands on her.
"Why the flushed face, pet? Nothing to be ashamed of here.", He said in a purr as he glanced appreciatively down her body. Buffy's eyes widened even more, but her entire system shut down, as Spike made the boldest move, he had ever done.
Spike looked into her eyes and down to her trembling parted lips, before he knew it he crushed them with his own. He moaned, as he tasted her sweet mouth. It was Spike's turn to be surprised when he felt Buffy's tongue brushing against his own to answer his kiss, inviting him in.
Soon their tongues were dancing and Spike pushed her up against a nearby tree, to let her know exactly how the kiss was affecting him. He ground his hips against her and broke the kiss. Both of them were panting, staring in each other's eyes.
What Buffy saw scared her. In the depths of his now dark blue eyes, she saw lust, passion, adoration and even love. It couldn't be that. They had met only a few hours before. He leaned into her ear and whispered in a low husky voice; "See, pet? Can you feel what you do to me?" For emphasis he ground his hips even harder to her and a moan escaped her lips.
Reason came back to Buffy. 'Riley!', her mind screamed. She hadn't even had sex with Riley. She was not about to do it with some complete stranger, let alone outside. She found the strength to push Spike off, quickly found her clothes and put them on.
She rode off on her horse not even offering Spike a second glance. Spike stood there stunned. He groaned when realization hit him. Okay, so maybe he had gone a bit far, but he felt like he had known this girl for a lifetime. Did he want her? Oh my God, yes! Did he want to spend the rest of his life worshipping her? Pretty much! He was falling hard for her. Something like this wasn't just lust, like he had felt in the beginning with Drusilla. It had to be love. Love at first, sorry, second sight.