The section of woods that Buffy and Spike had turned onto didn't have one
specific trail. Or any at all. It was just woods. But still, Spike seemed
able to find his way around.
It was starting to get dark, the sun was beginning to change colours, and Buffy wasn't sure how they would find their way back if it did get dark. Sure Spike knew his way around, but could he do it without being able to see? And what type of animals lived out there anyway?
"Spike, it's getting dark," Buffy yelled up to him. "Maybe we should head back."
"Don't worry pet," he said, turning quickly. "There's nothing out here that'd eat you."
"I knew that," she said, but paused. "Are you sure?"
He laughed. "Positive. If there were, I'd know. Trust me."
'Trust you,' she thought. 'I think I can do that.' "Do you have any clue where we are going?"
"Uh," he said, glancing around. "Not to worry."
"Oh no," Buffy said, bringing her horse to a halt. "There is no way that I am going any further into these woods without one person who knows where they're going, cause I sure as heck don't, and you don't seem to either!"
"What happened to trust luv?" he said. "Come on. I promise you that I wont let anything happen to you."
Buffy hesitated a minute. She was endanger of getting lost in unfamiliar woods without any source of food, and a small supply of water that wasn't going to last long. 'I'm gonna die,' she thought. 'I don't wanna die.'
"Buffy?"
She snapped out of her terrifying thoughts and looked up at Spike. His blue eyes were full of trust and all her fears disappeared instantly.
"Coming."
The horses started to walk again at a steady pace, when Spike suddenly stopped. Buffy, confused when he dismounted his horse, did the same. She led Rocket over to where Spike had tied Black up.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"You were right pet," he said, taking her reigns. "We shouldn't go any further when we're already bloody lost."
"So we're just gonna what? Sit here and wait for someone to stumble upon us?"
"Something like that," he said. "Have you ever gone camping?"
"Once."
"So, you're okay with it?" he asked, pulling off his horse's saddle.
"I said once. When I was three. And we slept in a trailer thing," Buffy said. "We didn't sleep under the stars. And I wasn't complaining."
"You've never- . . . Boy, you really are a city girl," he said, laughing slightly. "Unsaddle your horse. I, being the knowledgeable camper that I am, brought along some supplies, incase something such as this did happen."
"So in other words, you planned on taking me off into the woods?" she asked, gripping the ends of Rocket's saddle. "You just didn't plan on getting lost."
Spike looked uncomfortable, placing his saddle on the ground. "You done?" he asked, ignoring the question.
Buffy smiled to herself as she placed her saddle next to his. She wiped the dirt off her hands and onto her jeans. "Yep, all done. So, what now?"
"Are you hungry?"
"Starved," Buffy said in an over exaggerated tone.
"We just ate supper luv," he said, laughing. "What are you?"
"You asked," she said in defense. "Where's the food?"
"There isn't any," he said, pulling out two blankets. "Just thought I'd ask."
Buffy frowned and turned back to Rocket. She began to pat him as Spike set up their small camp.
"He's a big meany, isn't he?" she asked Rocket.
"I am right here luv," Spike said, looking up.
"Huh? Oh, I said that out loud?" she said, sarcastically. "Oops."
"Should be nice to a guy who's savin' your life."
"Saving my life? If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't need the saving," she said. "Can I sit now?"
"Be my guest," Spike said, standing aside. She walked over and sat down on the spread out blanket. "'S nothing like a good ol' camper, but- . . ."
"Its fine Spike," Buffy said, looking up at him. "Come sit?"
He smiled and sat down next to her. He laid back on the blanket, patting beside him for her to join. Spike stared up at the sky, not saying a word. Buffy looked over at him, admiring, before looking up to the dark sky.
"Its so pretty," she said, cracking the silence. "All the stars."
"Do you know what any of them mean?" he asked.
She laughed. "No, do you?"
"Not a clue," he said. "Although I do agree they're pretty."
She nodded and they returned to silence. Buffy smiled to herself. Just a few days ago, she thought that this summer vacation would be the worst punishment in the world. Now, here she was, lying next to a guy that not only was she attracted to physically, but also she loved who he was inside. She felt like she could share anything with him, even things about her mother, things she hadn't even told her best friends.
"Sorry 'bout this pet," he said, looking over at her.
"It didn't turn out so bad," she said, stretching and turning over on her side to face him.
He smiled and leaned over to kiss her. His hands fell upon her waist, and she climbed on top of him, kissing him deeper. His hands moved to the crook in her back (.:a/n:. You know, the lower back. Wasn't sure what to call it) and Buffy giggled, it tickled. She looked down at him, smiling.
He rolled her over, so that he was now ontop and looked down at her smiling face. "I love you Buffy," he said.
She was shocked at his words. She didn't think he felt that highly for her. Was she supposed to say something in return? Was she supposed to tell him she loved him too?
"Thanks," she said, mentally slapping herself afterwards. 'Thanks?' she thought. 'A guy tells you that he loves you and you say thanks?'
His smile disappeared and Buffy felt like she could see his heart shattering through the look in his eyes. She pushed him off of her and disappeared into the woods. She didn't go far, but she went far enough. Resting her back against a tree, she slid down onto the dirt ground. She didn't want to go back, she was too embarrassed. She felt bad for saying only that, but she wasn't ready for love.
Or was she?
It was starting to get dark, the sun was beginning to change colours, and Buffy wasn't sure how they would find their way back if it did get dark. Sure Spike knew his way around, but could he do it without being able to see? And what type of animals lived out there anyway?
"Spike, it's getting dark," Buffy yelled up to him. "Maybe we should head back."
"Don't worry pet," he said, turning quickly. "There's nothing out here that'd eat you."
"I knew that," she said, but paused. "Are you sure?"
He laughed. "Positive. If there were, I'd know. Trust me."
'Trust you,' she thought. 'I think I can do that.' "Do you have any clue where we are going?"
"Uh," he said, glancing around. "Not to worry."
"Oh no," Buffy said, bringing her horse to a halt. "There is no way that I am going any further into these woods without one person who knows where they're going, cause I sure as heck don't, and you don't seem to either!"
"What happened to trust luv?" he said. "Come on. I promise you that I wont let anything happen to you."
Buffy hesitated a minute. She was endanger of getting lost in unfamiliar woods without any source of food, and a small supply of water that wasn't going to last long. 'I'm gonna die,' she thought. 'I don't wanna die.'
"Buffy?"
She snapped out of her terrifying thoughts and looked up at Spike. His blue eyes were full of trust and all her fears disappeared instantly.
"Coming."
The horses started to walk again at a steady pace, when Spike suddenly stopped. Buffy, confused when he dismounted his horse, did the same. She led Rocket over to where Spike had tied Black up.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"You were right pet," he said, taking her reigns. "We shouldn't go any further when we're already bloody lost."
"So we're just gonna what? Sit here and wait for someone to stumble upon us?"
"Something like that," he said. "Have you ever gone camping?"
"Once."
"So, you're okay with it?" he asked, pulling off his horse's saddle.
"I said once. When I was three. And we slept in a trailer thing," Buffy said. "We didn't sleep under the stars. And I wasn't complaining."
"You've never- . . . Boy, you really are a city girl," he said, laughing slightly. "Unsaddle your horse. I, being the knowledgeable camper that I am, brought along some supplies, incase something such as this did happen."
"So in other words, you planned on taking me off into the woods?" she asked, gripping the ends of Rocket's saddle. "You just didn't plan on getting lost."
Spike looked uncomfortable, placing his saddle on the ground. "You done?" he asked, ignoring the question.
Buffy smiled to herself as she placed her saddle next to his. She wiped the dirt off her hands and onto her jeans. "Yep, all done. So, what now?"
"Are you hungry?"
"Starved," Buffy said in an over exaggerated tone.
"We just ate supper luv," he said, laughing. "What are you?"
"You asked," she said in defense. "Where's the food?"
"There isn't any," he said, pulling out two blankets. "Just thought I'd ask."
Buffy frowned and turned back to Rocket. She began to pat him as Spike set up their small camp.
"He's a big meany, isn't he?" she asked Rocket.
"I am right here luv," Spike said, looking up.
"Huh? Oh, I said that out loud?" she said, sarcastically. "Oops."
"Should be nice to a guy who's savin' your life."
"Saving my life? If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't need the saving," she said. "Can I sit now?"
"Be my guest," Spike said, standing aside. She walked over and sat down on the spread out blanket. "'S nothing like a good ol' camper, but- . . ."
"Its fine Spike," Buffy said, looking up at him. "Come sit?"
He smiled and sat down next to her. He laid back on the blanket, patting beside him for her to join. Spike stared up at the sky, not saying a word. Buffy looked over at him, admiring, before looking up to the dark sky.
"Its so pretty," she said, cracking the silence. "All the stars."
"Do you know what any of them mean?" he asked.
She laughed. "No, do you?"
"Not a clue," he said. "Although I do agree they're pretty."
She nodded and they returned to silence. Buffy smiled to herself. Just a few days ago, she thought that this summer vacation would be the worst punishment in the world. Now, here she was, lying next to a guy that not only was she attracted to physically, but also she loved who he was inside. She felt like she could share anything with him, even things about her mother, things she hadn't even told her best friends.
"Sorry 'bout this pet," he said, looking over at her.
"It didn't turn out so bad," she said, stretching and turning over on her side to face him.
He smiled and leaned over to kiss her. His hands fell upon her waist, and she climbed on top of him, kissing him deeper. His hands moved to the crook in her back (.:a/n:. You know, the lower back. Wasn't sure what to call it) and Buffy giggled, it tickled. She looked down at him, smiling.
He rolled her over, so that he was now ontop and looked down at her smiling face. "I love you Buffy," he said.
She was shocked at his words. She didn't think he felt that highly for her. Was she supposed to say something in return? Was she supposed to tell him she loved him too?
"Thanks," she said, mentally slapping herself afterwards. 'Thanks?' she thought. 'A guy tells you that he loves you and you say thanks?'
His smile disappeared and Buffy felt like she could see his heart shattering through the look in his eyes. She pushed him off of her and disappeared into the woods. She didn't go far, but she went far enough. Resting her back against a tree, she slid down onto the dirt ground. She didn't want to go back, she was too embarrassed. She felt bad for saying only that, but she wasn't ready for love.
Or was she?