CHAPTER 20 - THE TREE
"Come on, let's go," Spike said to Buffy, as he started walking down the nearest, almost hidden trail.
Leaving the snowman behind, with a fond glance, Buffy followed Spike on the trail. For the most part, they walked along in amiable silence, just enjoying the smell of the pine and fir forest.
"I like this," Buffy said, "it's like a real forest, not all chaparral, all shrubby," Buffy said.
"It is a real forest," Spike said, "but I know what you mean, something more 'real' about it. Something primal about being all surrounded by big, tall trees."
They had been hiking on fairly level terrain, when after about 10 minutes; the trail had rose slightly. After another 10 minutes, Spike said, "But, lest you forget where you are...take a look there," he said pointing to a clearing.
She walked over to it, and gasped. At the precipice, looking off in the distance, maybe 100 miles or more, she saw the desert.
"It's like another world," she said, then after a final glance, she turned; looking back at Spike.
He nodded.
She had come away from the edge and back toward him, "I like this one better," she said, only inches from him.
He nodded again, reaching out to touch her hair, "Me, too," he said, pulling her up close, to kiss her soft, willing mouth.
He groaned. Everything she was doing today, saying to him, was making him crazy with desire, he could hardly wait to get her alone, where he wanted her to be, just one more thing first.
"Buffy," he said, pulling back from her with difficulty, as she was holding on, "don't think you want to get a frost-bitten bum, now do ya?"
"There's lot's of trees," she said, suggestively "nice straight, lean-up against trees."
Spike pulled her to him, kissing her roughly, making her gasp, "You're killing me here, Buffy!"
"Spike," she half whimpered, "please..." she said as she backed him up against the nearest willing tree.
"Oh, fuck. Buffy, sweet Jesus," he moaned, his arms around her then, pulling her in close, hands under her jacket, up under her top, making her breath come in ragged gasps.
She unzipped his pants, freeing him, as he slipped his hands down the front of her pants, making her legs almost give out from underneath her.
"Wait, wait," she gasped. She took a step back, removed one boot and pulled down one pants and panty leg, swinging the pants leg over her arm, so it didn't drag on the ground.
Spike in the meantime, had spotted another tree with lower lying branches. He half carried, half-dragged Buffy, hopping on one, booted foot over to it. He picked her up, and her legs went around him, as her lips sought his out, her body almost singing out joyously as it connected with his.
"Hang onto these," Spike said, using his head to point upward at the branches. She reached up, hooking her arms through them, as Spike thrust into her, holding onto her bottom as the back of his hands scraped along the bark of the tree.
She wanted to let go, run her hands through his hair, over his face, but she knew the consequences of that...falling.
"Buffy, pet, love you, oh God!" Spike said, as he kissed her, holding onto her tight, until they were finished; Buffy, Spike, tree.
She let go of the tree, "I love you," she said, as he let her down.
"Who? Me or the tree?" he asked, in mock jealousy.
"Both, " she said," giggling, as she held onto his shoulder with one hand, and put he panty and pants leg back on with the other, then hopped across the trail with him to retrieve her other boot.
"Bye tree, couldn't have done it without you," Buffy said, giving the tree a fond pat goodbye as they started back on the trail.
"We're going to double back along this other ridge. Have to meet up with Clem," Spike said.
"Okay," Buffy said, as they started hiking.
A couple of minutes later she started snickering.
He looked over at her, caught the look on her face and broke out laughing, too, as he grabbed her hand, "You're incorrigible," he said.
"Yeah, so I am," she said, smiling sweetly at him and squeezing his hand back.
END OF CHAPTER 20
"Come on, let's go," Spike said to Buffy, as he started walking down the nearest, almost hidden trail.
Leaving the snowman behind, with a fond glance, Buffy followed Spike on the trail. For the most part, they walked along in amiable silence, just enjoying the smell of the pine and fir forest.
"I like this," Buffy said, "it's like a real forest, not all chaparral, all shrubby," Buffy said.
"It is a real forest," Spike said, "but I know what you mean, something more 'real' about it. Something primal about being all surrounded by big, tall trees."
They had been hiking on fairly level terrain, when after about 10 minutes; the trail had rose slightly. After another 10 minutes, Spike said, "But, lest you forget where you are...take a look there," he said pointing to a clearing.
She walked over to it, and gasped. At the precipice, looking off in the distance, maybe 100 miles or more, she saw the desert.
"It's like another world," she said, then after a final glance, she turned; looking back at Spike.
He nodded.
She had come away from the edge and back toward him, "I like this one better," she said, only inches from him.
He nodded again, reaching out to touch her hair, "Me, too," he said, pulling her up close, to kiss her soft, willing mouth.
He groaned. Everything she was doing today, saying to him, was making him crazy with desire, he could hardly wait to get her alone, where he wanted her to be, just one more thing first.
"Buffy," he said, pulling back from her with difficulty, as she was holding on, "don't think you want to get a frost-bitten bum, now do ya?"
"There's lot's of trees," she said, suggestively "nice straight, lean-up against trees."
Spike pulled her to him, kissing her roughly, making her gasp, "You're killing me here, Buffy!"
"Spike," she half whimpered, "please..." she said as she backed him up against the nearest willing tree.
"Oh, fuck. Buffy, sweet Jesus," he moaned, his arms around her then, pulling her in close, hands under her jacket, up under her top, making her breath come in ragged gasps.
She unzipped his pants, freeing him, as he slipped his hands down the front of her pants, making her legs almost give out from underneath her.
"Wait, wait," she gasped. She took a step back, removed one boot and pulled down one pants and panty leg, swinging the pants leg over her arm, so it didn't drag on the ground.
Spike in the meantime, had spotted another tree with lower lying branches. He half carried, half-dragged Buffy, hopping on one, booted foot over to it. He picked her up, and her legs went around him, as her lips sought his out, her body almost singing out joyously as it connected with his.
"Hang onto these," Spike said, using his head to point upward at the branches. She reached up, hooking her arms through them, as Spike thrust into her, holding onto her bottom as the back of his hands scraped along the bark of the tree.
She wanted to let go, run her hands through his hair, over his face, but she knew the consequences of that...falling.
"Buffy, pet, love you, oh God!" Spike said, as he kissed her, holding onto her tight, until they were finished; Buffy, Spike, tree.
She let go of the tree, "I love you," she said, as he let her down.
"Who? Me or the tree?" he asked, in mock jealousy.
"Both, " she said," giggling, as she held onto his shoulder with one hand, and put he panty and pants leg back on with the other, then hopped across the trail with him to retrieve her other boot.
"Bye tree, couldn't have done it without you," Buffy said, giving the tree a fond pat goodbye as they started back on the trail.
"We're going to double back along this other ridge. Have to meet up with Clem," Spike said.
"Okay," Buffy said, as they started hiking.
A couple of minutes later she started snickering.
He looked over at her, caught the look on her face and broke out laughing, too, as he grabbed her hand, "You're incorrigible," he said.
"Yeah, so I am," she said, smiling sweetly at him and squeezing his hand back.
END OF CHAPTER 20