Buffy moaned into the kiss as it deepened, lips parting to entwine her tongue with Spike's, savoring the flavor of his mouth. Spike backed her up to the nearest wall, pressing the length of his body against hers. They broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and began frantically trying to rid each other of their clothes, seeking contact with each other's flesh.
"So?" Spike panted, shoving her tank top and sports bra up beneath her arms, revealing her breasts. "What took you?" he asked, before sweeping down and capturing a rosy nipple in his mouth.
"Ah!" Buffy threw her head back against the wall. "Willow, um, she brought ov--ER! Ah! New girl, Tara, she wanted us to meet…oh god!" she moaned when she felt Spike's palm slide down her abdomen, slipping inside her cotton shorts and rubbing his fingers over her soaked panties.
Spike buried his face in the crook of her neck, nipping at the tender flesh there. "We'll just have to do this fast, then," he growled against her skin, then raised his head to smirk at her. "Someone's a little wet."
Buffy rolled her eyes and reached down to cup him through the loose material of his athletic shorts, making him groan at the contact. "That's the pot calling the kettle blue, don't you think? How long have you had this hard-on?"
"Since the minute you walked in the door this morning, and you know it, wearin' those tight little shirts and short little shorts. Hussy."
"You love it."
"Bloody right I do," he mumbled, before capturing her lips again and hoisting her up against the wall, her legs wrapping around him in an oft-practiced motion. They both moaned as he ground his erection against her heated center, the thin layers of cloth between them doing little to block the sensation. Still…
"Mm--too many clothes," Buffy said against his lips, feeling him nod. She reached down and freed his shaft as he pulled both her shorts and thong to the side, exposing her silken folds. She positioned him at her entrance, both shuddering at the contact, and he slowly pushed his hips forward, slipping inside inch by inch.
When he was completely sheathed in her heat, Spike dropped his head forward to rest on her shoulder. "Not gonna last," he moaned.
"Me neither," she gulped. "Fast, then. Hard."
With a growl, Spike began pounding into her, her back slamming against the wall. She found herself thanking the soundproof rooms as their grunts and moans filled the air. When he felt her inner walls begin to flutter around his cock, he couldn't stop the groan from escaping.
"No…too soon…" he lamented.
"Unh! Soon enough! Please, Spike, come with me…now!"
"Oh god!" he shouted as he exploded inside of her, pushing himself as deep inside as he could get, crushing her against the wall as her entire body shook with her orgasm.
As they rode out the final waves, all their muscles seemed to liquefy, and they slowly slid down the wall to kneel on the floor.
"Oh god," Buffy whispered, pressing her forehead against Spike's. "Three days is way too long!"
Spike chuckled weakly. "Fuck yes, it is. 'S your fault, though. We could've seen each other this weekend, but no, you decided we needed to spend 'quality time' with the gang."
"But I felt so horrible all summer! Do you know how many times I had to give them some lame excuse so I could see you?"
"Yeah…about as many times as I did. I'm surprised they haven't sussed it out already, it's like we're bloody Clark Kent and Superman."
Buffy sighed and eased herself out of Spike's lap, both shuddering as he slipped out of her. She stood on trembling legs and righted her shorts as he tucked himself back inside his waistband.
"Um, could we move this to the bathroom? I don't think I can hold you in much longer," Buffy said, crinkling her nose in that adorable way.
Spike smiled a purely masculine smile as he grasped Buffy's hips and leaned in to kiss her on the neck. "Thought you said you liked bein' all filled up with me?" he whispered hotly against her skin, making her shiver. She recovered quickly, gently pushing him away and rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, well, I don't think I'll especially like you running down my leg while we're out there marching."
Spike chuckled at that, holding the door open for her and following her out, making their way to the single-room bathroom, which often served as a changing room before performances. He locked the door behind them and stood at the sink while Buffy pulled down her shorts and sat on the toilet, wiping herself with a wad of tissue. Spike wet some paper towels and handed them to her, then rinsed himself off as well. Their actions were completely comfortable and clearly routine, perfectly at ease with each other.
"There. So much better," Buffy sighed as she righted her clothing. She slid her arms around Spike's waist, kissing him softly. "I missed you," she murmured against his lips.
"Missed you, too." He pulled back slightly so he could see her face. "I'll see you tonight, though?" he asked hopefully.
Buffy sighed. "You know Mom always has the gang over for dinner the first day of camp." Spike merely raised his eyebrows expectantly. "Oh," she frowned. "I guess you're 'the gang' too, huh? I keep forgetting I'm supposed to hate you."
"And a right piss-poor job you're makin' of it," he laughed. "We're lucky nobody took notice of your wandering hands during our wrestling match."
"You're one to talk, Mr. Grab-Happy," she snorted. "Anyway, yes you get to see me tonight, but we can't be like this," she squeezed her arms tightly around his waist to accentuate her point. "We have to do the whole 'hate you blah blah hate you too blah blah' thing."
"Yeah, I know. Remind me again why we're goin' through so much trouble to keep this a secret?"
"Cause we don't want to deal with everyone we know having simultaneous strokes, or having to tell and re-tell the story of how we got together. Plus, it's our senior year, and none of the complicated stuff will really matter after we graduate."
"Oh, right. Well, remind me again why we were daft enough to decide on that?"
Buffy giggled. "Must've been the orgasm-induced stupor," she said, then leaned in for one last kiss. "We better get out there. With both of us MIA they probably think one of us has killed the other."
"Right," he nodded, and they made their way down the hall.
"Oh, wait!" Buffy stopped in her tracks. "Gimme a dollar," she held out her hand.
"What for?" Spike complained, even as he dug into his pocket.
"Cause my excuse was to buy a water. Thank you, snookums!" she gave a saccharine smile as she took the bill.
Spike merely rolled his eyes at the ridiculous pet name, which he knew she only said because he hated it, then turned and headed for the door.
Buffy bought her water quickly, then sprinted through the practice field in a shortcut to the football stadium. Spike was just entering from the opposite end zone as she met with her fellow guard members. She got them started on warm up exercises, then went up to Giles to get their charts.
"Nice of you to join us," he remarked, handing her the stack of papers which led the coordinates for the flag team.
"What?" she asked innocently as she held up her bottle. "I needed water. Perfectly legitimate reason. You wouldn't want us to die of heatstroke and get sued, now would you?"
"Ah, yes. What was I thinking. I see now that you were working entirely for my benefit."
"Yep. Entirely," she nodded.
Giles took a deep, calming breath, then picked up the megaphone and announced for everyone to find their first coordinate.
The very first rehearsal was always slow, going individually through and memorizing each coordinate, beat by beat. Then, once the first set was learned, they ran the song two or three more times. Then, Giles had them run it while holding their instruments, learning the 'horns up' and 'horns down' cues. Then they ran it while playing the music. Then, just for the hell of it, it seemed, he had them run the song one more time. Then finally it was time to go home.
The Scoobies, including now Tara, gathered next to the bleachers, all of them sweaty, tired, and gulping at their water bottles.
"So," Xander panted after he downed the rest of his water, "I'm thinking a short recess is in order to go to our respective homes and shower before the traditional meal at Casa Summers, no?"
"Oh, yes," nodded Willow. "Definite agreement."
"So, you all wanna come over around seven, then?" Buffy asked. There were nods and murmurs of assent, and Buffy continued, "Cool. Then I'm off to de-stickify myself." She pointedly ignored Spike's barely suppressed grin. "See you guys later."
They each went their separate ways, to drive home, or in Buffy's case, be picked up.
"So," Joyce asked her daughter, "how was the first day?"
"Hot. Long. Tedious."
"The usual, huh?"
"Yeah," Buffy smiled.
"I assume I should be expecting the gang over at some point this evening?"
"Yeah. I told them to come around seven. That okay?"
"Of course. I just hope everyone is okay with plain old spaghetti."
"It'll be great, Mom."
As they pulled into the drive, Buffy reached out to clasp her mother's shoulder. "Mom?"
"Yes, dear?"
"You know Spike is coming over too, right?"
Joyce nodded.
"So I don't need to remind you that you cannot under any circumstances mention anything about us being together, right?"
Joyce merely sighed and got out of the car, Buffy quickly following her into the house.
"Mom, please, we've been over this, you know I hate making you lie, but--"
"Buffy. It's not that. I just don't see why this has to be such a big secret. By keeping it quiet you run the risk of hurting all your friends that you didn't tell."
"I realize that, but think about how you reacted when you found out. You completely freaked!"
"I did not!" Off Buffy's look, she sighed. "Okay, so maybe I did. But you have to admit that I found out about it in quite a shocking way."
Buffy's cheeks tinted pink as she recalled that particular make-out session, when they thought she'd be at work, when in fact Joyce decided to take the day off after lunch. Luckily, only one or two articles of clothing had been shed.
"I'm just saying," Joyce continued, "I think it would be best if you would just sit down and explain it all to them. You're probably worrying about it too much."
"Maybe you're right," Buffy grumbled. "But, there's no reason why it has to be tonight. No--! Let me finish. All I'm asking is that you play it cool, okay? Spike and I aren't even going to be all couple-y, so there's not even anything for you to lie about. Just act normal."
Joyce fixed her gaze on her daughter for a moment, then acquiesced and nodded.
"Thank you," Buffy smiled. "I'm gonna go get washed up. What time is it?"
"About ten after six."
"Kay." Buffy trotted up the stairs, eagerly awaiting a hot shower. She stripped and turned on the spray full blast, scrubbing her skin until it tingled and glowed pink. She washed and rinsed her hair, then got out and toweled off, quickly darting naked across the hall to her room and closing the door behind her. She briefly considered what to wear, wanting something cute but casual. She picked out a strappy pink tank top, then discarded it when she thought of how Spike might suffer if he saw her in it. She settled on a pair of faded blue jean shorts and a white tee with a gold demon thingy on it. Honestly, Spike bought her the weirdest clothes.
Glancing at her alarm clock as she combed her hair, she saw that she still had half an hour until the gang arrived. She flopped backwards onto her bed, deciding to get a bit of rest before everyone got there. And she'd have to put the act on. Buffy sighed at the thought of having to act like she still despised Spike. Just faking it today at camp had been emotionally exhausting. She really didn't want to have to deceive everyone like this, but she still felt it was the best option at the moment.
Spike…she smiled when she thought of him. Who'da thunk it? Her smile widened as she replayed the series of events which would change her entire summer…and maybe her entire life…
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Hello, everyone! I'm sorry it's been so long since I updated. I got a combination of writer's block and too many ideas. I couldn't seem to write anything for this chapter, but I started two new stories. But don't worry, The Marching Razorbacks will remain my number one priority, due in large part to the amazing reviews I've received. I feel so loved! This is the most reviews I'd ever gotten for just one chapter. Much love to everyone who reviewed, and even to those who read but didn't review, because I'm notorious for doing exactly that. Anyway, be sure to let me know what you thought about this chapter. I'm still not completely satisfied, but I wanted to get something out. I've already started on the next chapter, which will tell the tale of how this all started, and will also hopefully answer the questions some readers asked, such as why would Spike be in marching band, wasn't he supposed to be the Big Bad, and why Buffy and Spike so often came to blows. Well, now that I've thoroughly bored you, if you're still reading this, I will wrap it up and continue writing the next chapter. And again, a thousand thank-you's to my reviewers. You help make this world go round.
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