Description: AU. Buffy as an army brat, imagine the possibilities.
Anyway, she moves to Sunnydale and meets William "Spike" O'Connor. But
Buffy has learned in the past not to get too close to people because she
always ends up leaving. So what will happen when Buffy finally falls head
over heels in love?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (again.)
a name="ch7" Chapter 7. Let the Fun Begin! /a Phr width="95%" align=centerP center A/N: Just want to say thanks for all the review. You guys rock! BR Also a special shout out to my beta Morrigan, luv ya and your Chinese bell thingy! BR center Phr width="95%" align=centerP
The sun was setting over the Pacific Ocean, turning the sky a multitude of orange, yellow, and red hues. Seagulls soared across the horizon, heading for their nests or wherever they were sleeping for the night.
Buffy stood on the beach, the salty water washing over her feet. She basked in the feeling of the sand between her toes, and the fact that there was nothing on her mind except this beautiful picturesque scene. Taking a few steps back, Buffy took a seat on the warm sand and pulled her knees up, wrapping her arms around them. Resting her chin on her knees, the girl stared out at the sea.
"Beautiful in't?" a familiar British voice asked from behind.
Without even turning to acknowledge his presence, Buffy nodded. Spike came and took a seat next to her on the sand. And they stared, out into the water, at the setting sun, at pretty much anything but each other.
Though neither would admit it, both felt the tension between them. Ever since that first night at the Bronze, something had exploded and was making its presence known ever time they were in close proximity.
"So what's going on up there?" Buffy finally asked, nodding her head towards the house above them. When she had left the house, everyone was still sitting around talking and making plans.
"They're busy divvying up rooms." Spike said his eyes finally landing on the girl next to him. 'She's beautiful.' Spike thought as he stared at her long, blonde hair falling passed her shoulders, her flawless golden skin, her pedicured toes sticking out between the sand. 'It's hell to be this close and not touch her.'
"I'm praying that Willow's the sensible type." Buffy laughed. She could feel Spike's eyes on her, but she refused to meet them with her own.
"Why Luv?" Spike pondered with a devilish grin, "Afraid you'll get stuck rooming with me?"
Buffy turned to finally look at him. She hated that cocky grin that was plastered on his face. Okay that was a lie she absolutely loved it. It made her knees go weak. "You'd love that wouldn't you?"
"Can't say that I'd be complaining." He snickered, "But you'd have to control yourself. No jumping me in the middle of the night."
Buffy's mouth dropped to form a small "o". She stared at Spike long and hard before her steely gaze turned into one of humor. "You've got a lot of guts you know that?" She stood up, brushed the sand off her capris, and started walking to the water. She stopped inches from the oncoming surf and turned back to the bleached Englishman behind her. "Too bad you're all talk." She said in a sassy voice.
With a low growl, Spike sprung to his feet and ran toward her. Buffy never even saw him coming as he picked her up and dashed into the water. He held her under her arms and knees, and waded in until the water was just above his waist.
"Spike!" Buffy yelled as she felt the rising waves brush against her skin. She thrashed and kicked against her attacker. "Put me down or I swear I'll- "
"Put you down?" Spike asked in an innocent voice. He took a few more steps out until he was sure the water was deep enough. "If you want down then I'll just have to put you down."
"No, no-" Buffy insistent plea was cut off as her body was plunged into the chilly waters. Salt water filled her mouth; she found her footing and popped out of the water, sputtering and spitting water. Wiping the water from her face, Buffy opened her eyes to find Spike standing only a few feet away laughing hysterically. "You!" she screamed, "You are so gonna pay for that!"
"Come and get me." Spike taunted.
A loud battle cry erupted from Buffy as she lunged at Spike, hooking her arms around his neck and dragging him under the water with her. They tumbled under the water until Buffy emerged from the murky waters. Instantly he was looking for Spike, plotting her next attack. Her eyes dotted the top of the water, but there was no sign of him. "Spike?" she called, spinning in quick circles. "Spike this isn't funny!" Buffy felt the panic rising in her mind. 'What if he hit his head? What if he drowns? God, don't let him drown.' She was pulled from her thoughts when something brushed against her leg. Screaming, Buffy was lifted off the sandy ground. She clung helplessly to whatever it was below her. Glancing down, Buffy noticed a familiar blonde head. "Spike!"
"That was a very naughty trick." he spoke through a mouthful of water. Buffy was sitting atop his shoulders and he struggled to maintain sturdy footing in the shifting sand. "You need to be punished for that."
"Spike I swear to God-"
"Not nice to swear to God," Spike retorted, "Even He can't save you now."
Willow stood on the back porch of the cottage, iced tea in hand, watching her friends play in the water. She felt strong arms worm their way around her waist and clasp in the front. "Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever seen?" she asked her boyfriend, not even turning.
"No." he replied.
She turned to look at him with a confused look on her face.
"You're the cutest thing I've ever seen." Oz added.
Willow blushed, her face turning the color of her crimson locks. "You're too sweet." She said turning back to the spectacle before her. She noticed that Spike and Buffy were both making their way back up to the house, each dripping wet and covered in sand.
"We better get inside before they think we're spying on them."
Oz turned and walked with the redhead. "Yeah," he agreed, "nothing like a little friendly spying to ruin a blooming relationship."
Xander and Tara were sitting on the couch talking when Spike and Buffy came rushing into the house. Willow and Oz had conveniently disappeared into the kitchen.
"Geez, what happened to you guys?" Xander asked.
"Spike decided it would be fun to throw me into the water. It's incredibly cold!" As she spoke, Buffy moved to the back door and wrung her hair out onto the back porch. When she was satisfied that her hair was as dry as she could get it, she came back in.
Xander stared hard at the blonde in front of him. Immediately his eyes were drawn to her tight, wet top. He was a guy, and thus it was his birthright to stare at girls; that is why he was put on this Earth.
Following Xander's stares, Buffy's face suddenly became flushed as she realized what he was staring at.
"God, Xander!" she cried quickly covering herself with her arms. "Is that all you think about?"
"Well actually," Xander began, fully ready to defend himself and his ego, "yeah."
"You might want to go take a shower." Tara supplied looking sheepishly up at the blonde. "We decided to take a trip down to the pier tonight. They've got this great carnival thing."
"That'll be fun!" Buffy shouted. She was actually excited about going. Normally carnivals weren't her thing, but going with this group was definitely going to be an adventure. "I'm gonna go grab a shower." She dashed off down the hall.
"She's going to be in there for an hour or so." Spike said plopping down on the couch. His clothes were soaked through and through, but he didn't seem to care.
"Tonight should be fun." Xander mused feeling the awkward silence forming between the three. 'At least I hope it will.'
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (again.)
a name="ch7" Chapter 7. Let the Fun Begin! /a Phr width="95%" align=centerP center A/N: Just want to say thanks for all the review. You guys rock! BR Also a special shout out to my beta Morrigan, luv ya and your Chinese bell thingy! BR center Phr width="95%" align=centerP
The sun was setting over the Pacific Ocean, turning the sky a multitude of orange, yellow, and red hues. Seagulls soared across the horizon, heading for their nests or wherever they were sleeping for the night.
Buffy stood on the beach, the salty water washing over her feet. She basked in the feeling of the sand between her toes, and the fact that there was nothing on her mind except this beautiful picturesque scene. Taking a few steps back, Buffy took a seat on the warm sand and pulled her knees up, wrapping her arms around them. Resting her chin on her knees, the girl stared out at the sea.
"Beautiful in't?" a familiar British voice asked from behind.
Without even turning to acknowledge his presence, Buffy nodded. Spike came and took a seat next to her on the sand. And they stared, out into the water, at the setting sun, at pretty much anything but each other.
Though neither would admit it, both felt the tension between them. Ever since that first night at the Bronze, something had exploded and was making its presence known ever time they were in close proximity.
"So what's going on up there?" Buffy finally asked, nodding her head towards the house above them. When she had left the house, everyone was still sitting around talking and making plans.
"They're busy divvying up rooms." Spike said his eyes finally landing on the girl next to him. 'She's beautiful.' Spike thought as he stared at her long, blonde hair falling passed her shoulders, her flawless golden skin, her pedicured toes sticking out between the sand. 'It's hell to be this close and not touch her.'
"I'm praying that Willow's the sensible type." Buffy laughed. She could feel Spike's eyes on her, but she refused to meet them with her own.
"Why Luv?" Spike pondered with a devilish grin, "Afraid you'll get stuck rooming with me?"
Buffy turned to finally look at him. She hated that cocky grin that was plastered on his face. Okay that was a lie she absolutely loved it. It made her knees go weak. "You'd love that wouldn't you?"
"Can't say that I'd be complaining." He snickered, "But you'd have to control yourself. No jumping me in the middle of the night."
Buffy's mouth dropped to form a small "o". She stared at Spike long and hard before her steely gaze turned into one of humor. "You've got a lot of guts you know that?" She stood up, brushed the sand off her capris, and started walking to the water. She stopped inches from the oncoming surf and turned back to the bleached Englishman behind her. "Too bad you're all talk." She said in a sassy voice.
With a low growl, Spike sprung to his feet and ran toward her. Buffy never even saw him coming as he picked her up and dashed into the water. He held her under her arms and knees, and waded in until the water was just above his waist.
"Spike!" Buffy yelled as she felt the rising waves brush against her skin. She thrashed and kicked against her attacker. "Put me down or I swear I'll- "
"Put you down?" Spike asked in an innocent voice. He took a few more steps out until he was sure the water was deep enough. "If you want down then I'll just have to put you down."
"No, no-" Buffy insistent plea was cut off as her body was plunged into the chilly waters. Salt water filled her mouth; she found her footing and popped out of the water, sputtering and spitting water. Wiping the water from her face, Buffy opened her eyes to find Spike standing only a few feet away laughing hysterically. "You!" she screamed, "You are so gonna pay for that!"
"Come and get me." Spike taunted.
A loud battle cry erupted from Buffy as she lunged at Spike, hooking her arms around his neck and dragging him under the water with her. They tumbled under the water until Buffy emerged from the murky waters. Instantly he was looking for Spike, plotting her next attack. Her eyes dotted the top of the water, but there was no sign of him. "Spike?" she called, spinning in quick circles. "Spike this isn't funny!" Buffy felt the panic rising in her mind. 'What if he hit his head? What if he drowns? God, don't let him drown.' She was pulled from her thoughts when something brushed against her leg. Screaming, Buffy was lifted off the sandy ground. She clung helplessly to whatever it was below her. Glancing down, Buffy noticed a familiar blonde head. "Spike!"
"That was a very naughty trick." he spoke through a mouthful of water. Buffy was sitting atop his shoulders and he struggled to maintain sturdy footing in the shifting sand. "You need to be punished for that."
"Spike I swear to God-"
"Not nice to swear to God," Spike retorted, "Even He can't save you now."
Willow stood on the back porch of the cottage, iced tea in hand, watching her friends play in the water. She felt strong arms worm their way around her waist and clasp in the front. "Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever seen?" she asked her boyfriend, not even turning.
"No." he replied.
She turned to look at him with a confused look on her face.
"You're the cutest thing I've ever seen." Oz added.
Willow blushed, her face turning the color of her crimson locks. "You're too sweet." She said turning back to the spectacle before her. She noticed that Spike and Buffy were both making their way back up to the house, each dripping wet and covered in sand.
"We better get inside before they think we're spying on them."
Oz turned and walked with the redhead. "Yeah," he agreed, "nothing like a little friendly spying to ruin a blooming relationship."
Xander and Tara were sitting on the couch talking when Spike and Buffy came rushing into the house. Willow and Oz had conveniently disappeared into the kitchen.
"Geez, what happened to you guys?" Xander asked.
"Spike decided it would be fun to throw me into the water. It's incredibly cold!" As she spoke, Buffy moved to the back door and wrung her hair out onto the back porch. When she was satisfied that her hair was as dry as she could get it, she came back in.
Xander stared hard at the blonde in front of him. Immediately his eyes were drawn to her tight, wet top. He was a guy, and thus it was his birthright to stare at girls; that is why he was put on this Earth.
Following Xander's stares, Buffy's face suddenly became flushed as she realized what he was staring at.
"God, Xander!" she cried quickly covering herself with her arms. "Is that all you think about?"
"Well actually," Xander began, fully ready to defend himself and his ego, "yeah."
"You might want to go take a shower." Tara supplied looking sheepishly up at the blonde. "We decided to take a trip down to the pier tonight. They've got this great carnival thing."
"That'll be fun!" Buffy shouted. She was actually excited about going. Normally carnivals weren't her thing, but going with this group was definitely going to be an adventure. "I'm gonna go grab a shower." She dashed off down the hall.
"She's going to be in there for an hour or so." Spike said plopping down on the couch. His clothes were soaked through and through, but he didn't seem to care.
"Tonight should be fun." Xander mused feeling the awkward silence forming between the three. 'At least I hope it will.'
