Title: Beauty Isn't Everything
Summary: Seventeen-year-old Buffy Summers is a beauty pageant queen. Nineteen-year-old Spike is the boyfriend of one. The two meet at a pageant in Hawaii and share one intimate moment. Unfortunately, the two must go their separate ways after that and think they will never meet again . . . Or will they? Hmm . . .
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Spike, Buffy, Harmony, Angel, Joyce, blah, blah, they all belong to Joss Whedon and his brain. But, I do own Dylan. Yay me. LoL.
.:a/n:. Thanks for the reviews. Um, I am in no way good at writing, let alone writing "intimate" moments so please bare with me here. Understand that I have no experience what so ever in this area. LoL. Sorry for the short chapter, but I only have so much computer time right now. I should save up for a laptop. That'd take me a million years, but hey, good idea.
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Buffy's hands wandered over Spike's back as he pulled her closer into him. His hands were running through her hair, creating knots. But neither noticed and neither cared, they were too lost in each other. In their kiss. Buffy moved her hands up to his face, pushing him back slightly.
"We can't do this," she said in between breaths. "What if someone finds out?"
"They wont luv. Just let go. Its only me," he said, kissing her again.
Buffy leaned into him, considering his words. No one was going to find out about them, it wasn't possible. If she didn't tell, and he didn't tell, there was no alternative way, right? Buffy could feel Spike's hand tracing the end of her shirt and smiled when it moved up underneath her shirt. She'd done this with Dylan before, but it wasn't nearly as exciting. His hand began to caress her left breast, causing her to let a moan escape from her lips.
"You like that pet?" he asked, still kissing her.
She didn't answer in words, but nodded unable to speak at the moment. As she brought her lips down to meet his again, she started to unbutton his black shirt that covered his muscular torso. Her hand traced over his smooth milky skin.
"Someone isn't a stranger to the gym," Buffy smirked.
"You like that too?"
"Oh yeah. Dylan never-"
Spike brought his fingers up to Buffy's mouth and gently placed two upon her lips. She smiled at him and slid off his lap. He looked confused as she climbed into the back seat of his car. He waited a minute before following her back there and lying down on top of her small body. She brought her hands up, taking hold on the shoulders of his shirt and slowly pulling it off of him. She smiled as she tossed it into the front seat and watched as he gripped the ends of her shirt. She lifted herself up as he pulled it off of her and moved it out of the way. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his lips down in a kiss. Spike's hands wandered over her now bare skin as his lips traveled down her neck. She started to run her fingers through his blonde locks as he did so, opening her mouth to speak, but nothing coming out.
They didn't notice a flashlight moving towards them, until it was shined into the backseat window. Spike looked up, and Buffy tilted her head back, both curious and a bit timid. When Spike heard the voice of a man, he jumped off of Buffy, handing her, her shirt. She put it on as he stepped out of the car. Walking around to the other side, he stopped when he saw a police officer happily looking in the window, watching her.
"Hey," Spike said, catching his attention. He brought his hand up to block the light that was being shined in his eyes. "Think you can move that mate?"
"What are you doing on the side of the road with a half naked female in your car?"
"Exactly what it looks like. But I assure you, nothing illegal."
"She doesn't look much over fifteen."
"Seventeen, but you were close. You see, we got a little . . . Distracted while driving. And I didn't want to get into a bloody accident, so we pulled over. I'm sorry for any trouble and if you don't mind letting us off with a warning," Spike said, glancing over to see Buffy climbing back into the passenger's seat.
She stuck her head out of the window. "Is everything okay?"
"I'm handling it pet, don't worry."
Buffy nodded and rested back in her seat. She watched as Spike spoke to the officer, trying to persuade him not to give him a ticket or worse, take him to the station. Buffy knew she didn't look her age, and that their argument was mostly about her. She searched through her purse for her I.D and once she found her driver's license, she stepped out of the car.
"I said I was handling it."
"You're not doing a very good job. Is there a problem officer?" Buffy asked, smiling. "Because, me and my boyfriend here were just having a bit of fun. He can't seem to resist the perfume I'm wearing. Care to have a whiff?" Buffy leaned forward, pressing her neck in his face. She could hear him swallow and step back.
"V-Very nice. I'll let you two be on your way then. Just don't let me catch you again or else I'll have to put the cuffs on you," he said, winking at Buffy.
She smiled back and waited for him to get into his car before getting back into Spike's. She fixed her hair in the mirror and waited as Spike took a bit of anger out on a nearby plant. Once he was back in the car, he looked at her and she smiled. "I know we have to get back. Dylan and my mom will be looking for me and I don't want them to find out about us cause I'm not done," Buffy said, leaning over and kissing him passionately. "Now, you should get your shirt on before you start driving or else we'll be pulled over."
"How did you do that? With the bloody cop? Just one whiff of your perfume and he was in a dream world."
"Care to have a whiff?" Buffy asked, moving her hair away from her neck. She saw Spike tense up and laughed. "Gets 'em every time."
"Right then," Spike said, putting the car into drive and pulling out onto the road.
They weren't too far from the hotel, and it only took them a few minutes to get back. Buffy didn't look out her window this time, but down at her hand that was carefully resting in Spike's. Although it only seemed like some sort of "fling", there was something else there, something more.
Spike turned his attention to her as he stopped the car. "Are you free tomorrow night luv?"
"I think I can slip away. I'll meet you on second floor?"
"At nine."
"I'll be there," Buffy said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. "Night Spike."
"G'night luv," he said and sighed as he watched her disappear into the hotel.
~~I know. They didn't sleep together. But it just didn't seem right yet. Guess you'll have to wait and see what happens, huh?~~
Summary: Seventeen-year-old Buffy Summers is a beauty pageant queen. Nineteen-year-old Spike is the boyfriend of one. The two meet at a pageant in Hawaii and share one intimate moment. Unfortunately, the two must go their separate ways after that and think they will never meet again . . . Or will they? Hmm . . .
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Spike, Buffy, Harmony, Angel, Joyce, blah, blah, they all belong to Joss Whedon and his brain. But, I do own Dylan. Yay me. LoL.
.:a/n:. Thanks for the reviews. Um, I am in no way good at writing, let alone writing "intimate" moments so please bare with me here. Understand that I have no experience what so ever in this area. LoL. Sorry for the short chapter, but I only have so much computer time right now. I should save up for a laptop. That'd take me a million years, but hey, good idea.
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Buffy's hands wandered over Spike's back as he pulled her closer into him. His hands were running through her hair, creating knots. But neither noticed and neither cared, they were too lost in each other. In their kiss. Buffy moved her hands up to his face, pushing him back slightly.
"We can't do this," she said in between breaths. "What if someone finds out?"
"They wont luv. Just let go. Its only me," he said, kissing her again.
Buffy leaned into him, considering his words. No one was going to find out about them, it wasn't possible. If she didn't tell, and he didn't tell, there was no alternative way, right? Buffy could feel Spike's hand tracing the end of her shirt and smiled when it moved up underneath her shirt. She'd done this with Dylan before, but it wasn't nearly as exciting. His hand began to caress her left breast, causing her to let a moan escape from her lips.
"You like that pet?" he asked, still kissing her.
She didn't answer in words, but nodded unable to speak at the moment. As she brought her lips down to meet his again, she started to unbutton his black shirt that covered his muscular torso. Her hand traced over his smooth milky skin.
"Someone isn't a stranger to the gym," Buffy smirked.
"You like that too?"
"Oh yeah. Dylan never-"
Spike brought his fingers up to Buffy's mouth and gently placed two upon her lips. She smiled at him and slid off his lap. He looked confused as she climbed into the back seat of his car. He waited a minute before following her back there and lying down on top of her small body. She brought her hands up, taking hold on the shoulders of his shirt and slowly pulling it off of him. She smiled as she tossed it into the front seat and watched as he gripped the ends of her shirt. She lifted herself up as he pulled it off of her and moved it out of the way. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his lips down in a kiss. Spike's hands wandered over her now bare skin as his lips traveled down her neck. She started to run her fingers through his blonde locks as he did so, opening her mouth to speak, but nothing coming out.
They didn't notice a flashlight moving towards them, until it was shined into the backseat window. Spike looked up, and Buffy tilted her head back, both curious and a bit timid. When Spike heard the voice of a man, he jumped off of Buffy, handing her, her shirt. She put it on as he stepped out of the car. Walking around to the other side, he stopped when he saw a police officer happily looking in the window, watching her.
"Hey," Spike said, catching his attention. He brought his hand up to block the light that was being shined in his eyes. "Think you can move that mate?"
"What are you doing on the side of the road with a half naked female in your car?"
"Exactly what it looks like. But I assure you, nothing illegal."
"She doesn't look much over fifteen."
"Seventeen, but you were close. You see, we got a little . . . Distracted while driving. And I didn't want to get into a bloody accident, so we pulled over. I'm sorry for any trouble and if you don't mind letting us off with a warning," Spike said, glancing over to see Buffy climbing back into the passenger's seat.
She stuck her head out of the window. "Is everything okay?"
"I'm handling it pet, don't worry."
Buffy nodded and rested back in her seat. She watched as Spike spoke to the officer, trying to persuade him not to give him a ticket or worse, take him to the station. Buffy knew she didn't look her age, and that their argument was mostly about her. She searched through her purse for her I.D and once she found her driver's license, she stepped out of the car.
"I said I was handling it."
"You're not doing a very good job. Is there a problem officer?" Buffy asked, smiling. "Because, me and my boyfriend here were just having a bit of fun. He can't seem to resist the perfume I'm wearing. Care to have a whiff?" Buffy leaned forward, pressing her neck in his face. She could hear him swallow and step back.
"V-Very nice. I'll let you two be on your way then. Just don't let me catch you again or else I'll have to put the cuffs on you," he said, winking at Buffy.
She smiled back and waited for him to get into his car before getting back into Spike's. She fixed her hair in the mirror and waited as Spike took a bit of anger out on a nearby plant. Once he was back in the car, he looked at her and she smiled. "I know we have to get back. Dylan and my mom will be looking for me and I don't want them to find out about us cause I'm not done," Buffy said, leaning over and kissing him passionately. "Now, you should get your shirt on before you start driving or else we'll be pulled over."
"How did you do that? With the bloody cop? Just one whiff of your perfume and he was in a dream world."
"Care to have a whiff?" Buffy asked, moving her hair away from her neck. She saw Spike tense up and laughed. "Gets 'em every time."
"Right then," Spike said, putting the car into drive and pulling out onto the road.
They weren't too far from the hotel, and it only took them a few minutes to get back. Buffy didn't look out her window this time, but down at her hand that was carefully resting in Spike's. Although it only seemed like some sort of "fling", there was something else there, something more.
Spike turned his attention to her as he stopped the car. "Are you free tomorrow night luv?"
"I think I can slip away. I'll meet you on second floor?"
"At nine."
"I'll be there," Buffy said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. "Night Spike."
"G'night luv," he said and sighed as he watched her disappear into the hotel.
~~I know. They didn't sleep together. But it just didn't seem right yet. Guess you'll have to wait and see what happens, huh?~~