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Part 9: One Good Day
See Part 1 for disclaimer, rating, summary, etc.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
A/N: Great thanks to Magz for betaing this chap for me on such short notice. You rock my world! And it would be nice to see some nice smutty goodness for inspiration soon, eh? *wink, nudge* Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and been so supportive and nice and wonderful. I'm trying to get as much written as possible and I want to get two more chaps posted before next week as I am taking a summer course so I don't know how often I will be posting. It's only for 5 weeks though and I DO have internet access, as well I will be home quite often I imagine. I just have to get over the little curse known as Writer's Block first. I have written up to part 15 though, so there isn't any worry of chaps running out anytime soon. Keep reviewing and I'll keep the chapters coming!!
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"Wha'?" Buffy mumbled into the phone.
"Do I have to come make coffee for you this morning, luv?" Spike's voice rumbled over the line at her. Buffy sat straight up in bed and looked at the clock.
"What time is it?" She asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
"It's only eight. I just wanted to start the day off on the right foot."
"Waking me up this early in the morning is not the best way to get me to like you, just so you know." Buffy got out of bed and stretched, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder.
"I'll remember that then." He chuckled at her, the sound sending shivers down to her toes. He could read her the phone book and sound sexy. No wonder he was so popular with the ladies.
"What do you have planned for today? Something fiendishly torturous?"
"Actually, I don't have anything really pressing to do before this afternoon, like I said last night, so I was thinking we could just hang out by the pool, maybe go over lines? It'll be the closest thing we get to resting for the next week before we have to go back to work."
"Sounds good to me. But I need breakfast first, and then I need an hour's wait."
"Ah, a rule follower, are you? C'mon, be bad for once."
"Like you?"
"What can I tell you baby? I've always been bad." She could hear his smirk at that and grinned at that.
"I'm sure you have been. Give me a few minutes to throw my suit on and brush my teeth."
"Alright then. I'll go downstairs and snag us a table then, unless you want me to wait."
"I'll be fine Spike."
"I just don't want you to run into any more dashing young men with arrestingly good looks on your way down."
"I don't think I've run into any to begin with." Buffy replied innocently. He growled at her, causing her to giggle.
"I'll be waiting for you. Hurry, pet."
Buffy laughed again as she hung up the phone. He wasn't as bad as she had built him up to be and she was happy at that. He was annoyingly persistent and could be very frustrating, but after last night she was much more open to him and his ways. She supposed that it had been easier to talk to him because she didn't know him well. Yet, anyway. She hoped to change that today. She owed him that much after accusing him of being a whoring loadie.
She didn't bother to shower or wash her hair since they would be getting into the pool soon, so she just ran a brush through her tangled curls left over from the night before and threw shorts and a tee over her bathing suit. She grabbed her towel, cell phone and card key after she brushed her teeth and left the room.
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"You know, for someone so tiny you sure do eat a lot." Spike commented as Buffy brought her plate to the table.
"I'm still a growing girl. And I have to keep up my strength to join in on your escapades of the day, don't I?" Buffy shot back, digging into her scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon, toast, waffles, croissant and juice.
"Could be. To be perfectly honest with you, pet, today might be painfully boring."
"What? A day with the legendary Spike Giles boring? How could that be?" Buffy asked.
"It'd just like being on set, luv. All that work for five minutes of film. Not to mention that the legends usually come out of one wild night and some loud mouths that like to stretch the truth."
"So, is that where the drug stories come from?" Buffy asked quietly, praying not to start a fight. Spike just looked at her, not flinching or shying away from her questioning.
"No, a lot of that stuff is true."
"So you are on drugs?" Buffy's brow furrowed.
"Hardly." Spike snorted. "I have been clean for about four years now. But the image still hounds me, probably will till my dying day. When you're a big, bad rock star you have to have some kind of flaw. Apparently I'm still doing lines in between sets and trading groupies for drugs. You should know how it works by now, or you will soon, at least."
"Seriously?" Buffy gaped at him. "That's terrible. I guess I've never been attacked to know what it's like. I am so sorry."
"For what? You only believed what is out there for everyone to know. Its that image that you just can't shake. Or like that saying: 'Once a cheater, always a cheater.' Once an addict, always an addict."
"That's terrible. And I helped to perpetuate the stereotype. I feel awful. I said nasty things to you and that isn't right." Buffy felt absolutely horrid when she remembered what she'd said to him by the pool a month earlier.
"Don't. You realize your mistake, and that's cool. I admit, I had misconceptions about you too, so it's not like I'm innocent in this either. We've called a truce, putting to rest all of the past indiscretions we had, right?" Spike didn't want her to feel bad for believing what she found on him. She had apologized and had given him another chance. She'd shared one of her closest secrets with him last night, this was nothing compared to that. He wanted to do right by this girl, he realized.
"Yes, we have a truce. But I'm sorry for what I said and thought and for what I believed. I should have asked you about it, and that's what matters. From now on, there will be honesty if we want to ask each other something, alright?" The tightness in Buffy's chest lifted some when Spike nodded and offered his hand to seal the deal. She knew how bad it felt to have someone judge her before they even took the chance to get to know her, so why had she been so adamant in doing it to him? *You're attracted to him, and that scares you. You don't want to let anyone near you again for fear of getting hurt. That is why you struck out at him.* Her mind taunted at her, dredging up her third year psych classes to use against herself.
"Sounds good to me, pet. Now eat up. We have a private pool party to attend."
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"Crap. I didn't bring my script. Do you mind if I run upstairs and grab mine?" Buffy asked as they walked out of the dining room. Spike had on a simple tee shirt and black swim trunks with flip-flops. He threw his towel over his shoulder and held up his copy of the script.
"Got one right here. We should know tomorrow's lines well enough that we don't need it anyway."
"You're right. Ok then."
This early in the morning on a Saturday there weren't any other people by the pool, so they could practice their lines in quiet, not having to worry about bothering others.
Spike stripped off his shirt right away, causing Buffy's mouth to go dry, and jumped in the pool after throwing his stuff on a lounge chair. Buffy just stood and looked at him, still holding her things in her hands. He surfaced, slicking his blonde hair back, and looked at her.
"You're not just going to stand there all day, are you? What better place to practice lines than in a pool?" Buffy snapped out of her stupor and set her things down on the chair next to his. She felt his eyes on her as she peeled her shirt off, followed by the shorts. She had chosen to wear a modest two piece, black bathing suit so as not to get embarrassed if something were to slip or move. She wasn't much of an exhibitionist anyway when it came to wearing skimpy clothing. The way Spike was looking at her when she turned around however made her feel as is she was naked. She quickly climbed into the pool using the stairs.
"Alright, I'm in. Lets get it on." Her cheeks reddened as he grinned devilishly at her.
"If you say so, luv." He started to swim towards her, but Buffy ducked under the water and swam away from his approaching form, moving for the deeper end of the pool. She broke the water there with a splash and flung her long hair back, sending a wave of droplets towards the wall behind her. Spike felt his lower half harden as he watched her, the words 'siren' and 'mermaid' coming to mind. He was very grateful that he was underwater at that moment.
"Lets run lines." Buffy called, treading water about ten feet away from him. He frowned at her.
"Now, luv, if we're going to do this we might as well do it right. Come down here and we'll start. I won't bite. Unless you ask." He added as an afterthought, which earned a shake of her head, but she swam to him nevertheless.
"No funny business, buster." She sat on the bottom few stairs in the pool, which let her upper shoulders be visible, but nothing else. She could feel her nipples harden as he swam closer to her to start rehearsing and was thankful that they were under water.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He smirked at her.
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"You don't seem to get this, do you? There won't *be* any money to give you unless we find my partner. And we can't do that unless you stop being a big baby and drive the damn car."
"I *can't* drive the car, and you know it. I'm a wanted car thief, in case you've forgotten."
"And I'm the one with the gun! Who's got who by the balls now?" Buffy practically spat at Spike, her eyes flashing at him. Being in character and arguing got her almost as hot and bothered as being herself and arguing with Spike. Course, she would never admit that to him.
"I don't care! Shoot me, it's not like I don't have dirt on you when the cops come to get me!" Spike yelled back, glad that no one had shown up to swim yet, as they would think they were having a very weird conversation.
"Whatever." Buffy was supposed to walk away then, but her sitting position on the stairs made that difficult. Nevertheless Spike reached out and grabbed her arm as his character was supposed to.
"I'm not letting you get off that easily." Spike floated closer, coming within centimeters of her face. Buffy looked up at him, a little shocked, but curious. Her lips parted and her tongue wet them. Then she clued in to what was going on.
"Spike? What are you doing?"
"Running lines with you."
"This isn't a line."
"No, but we have to do this tomorrow anyway. We might as well practice so that we know what we're doing."
"I think I know how to kiss a guy, Spike. I *have* had boyfriends, as you recall."
"Yeah, but have any of them *really* kissed you? Made your toes curl and your blood boil? Made you want to scream so loudly from want and need that you'd wake up the neighbors and then kiss you past caring about it?" He edged even closer so he was almost talking against her mouth.
"This isn't in the script." Buffy whispered at him, her breath quickening, waiting for that mind-blowing kiss he promised.
"But this is." He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against hers. The sensation was so intense he saw colors behind his eyelids. Her lips were so soft, and her breath so hot. He urged her lips apart a little more and touched his tongue to her bottom lip, waiting for what she would do next.
Buffy fell into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. She hadn't even bothered to resist in the least, wanting this and knowing it would have happened inevitably anyway. There was too much spark between them to be ignored. Being so close to him, in the water, running lines and arguing in character had ignited the spark, she felt it and now it burned brightly between them. She felt his tongue on her lip and pushed her tongue past her lips to meet his. He groaned and deepened the kiss, wanting his tongue to be inside her hot mouth. His hands tangled in her damp hair, angling her head just the right way so he could reach all of her mouth perfectly.
"Spike." Buffy moaned as he pulled his mouth away and looked at her through bright but lust-filled eyes. He closed in on her again, this time aiming for her neck. The look in his eyes made Buffy's widen and her mind start to turn again. This was wrong. They were costars and couldn't get involved like this. Too many things could go wrong.
Just as Buffy was waffling between letting him keep kissing her neck and rubbing her hip, and pushing him away, her cell phone rang, snapping them both out of their reverie. Buffy did push him away then and rushed out of the pool to answer the savior that was her phone.
"Hello?" She answered, out of breath from his kisses. She turned her back so she wouldn't have to look at him in the pool, his eyes still eager to continue. "Wes! How are you?"
Spike flopped back in the water and let himself be submerged for a few moments before rising and slicking his hair back. He willed his body to calm down, but it didn't look like things were going to anytime soon. He had let things get way out of control. He may want to get to know her better and feel strongly attracted to her, but he wasn't going to ruin his chances with her by trying to get into her pants right away. Or in this case, her bathing suit.
"Things are going great!" He heard Buffy say, too brightly. "No, I haven't killed him. I swear, he's fine... Wes, do you have *any* faith in me? . Just a second." Buffy turned and leaned down to give him the phone without looking at him, but he got a perfect view of her cleavage, which only negated his wishes to relax his body.
"Wes? .Hey buddy . Yes, things are going good . We had a great time at the event last night .Well things got a little *heated*," Spike looked at Buffy at that, but she only flushed and refused to face him. "But it's all under control now. Unless she gives me another reason to take her on . no, seriously, things are great. This was a good way to solve our problems. I honestly do like Buffy."
Buffy started to gather her things. She hadn't realized they had been in the pool for a couple of hours and it was now almost noon. If they were to go meet with his band this afternoon she had to go get ready. *And calm down my raging hormones*, she thought, still feeling his lips on hers and wishing she could have just one more.* NO! He's sexy as hell but getting involved with a co-star is beyond wrong. I WILL be strong.* But as soon she watched him emerge from the pool, she knew that was better said than done. The water ran off him, from his head down. His hair was smoothed back, but the natural curl in it was threatening to be unleashed; the water sluiced down his chest, paving the way over his sculpted pecs, around his hard nipples and down his amazing abdomen, before the rivulets disappeared into his black drunks. Her gaze traveled down his lean-muscled legs. *Even his feet are sexy*, she mused.
"Yes, I expect we'll have a very good day, Wes . Talk to you later." Spike hung up the phone, never taking his eyes off her. He handed her the phone and stepped even closer to her. "I think today has already started out great."
"You know, we've run enough lines for now, and it's getting late so I have to go get showered and ready and stuff, ok? Bye." Buffy said as she rushed around him, and out the door to the pool. Spike stood in the same spot, rock hard from watching her hightail it away from him from the rear.
"Yes, I think I'm going to have one good day," he said to himself, his mouth curling into an almost evil smile.
See Part 1 for disclaimer, rating, summary, etc.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
A/N: Great thanks to Magz for betaing this chap for me on such short notice. You rock my world! And it would be nice to see some nice smutty goodness for inspiration soon, eh? *wink, nudge* Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and been so supportive and nice and wonderful. I'm trying to get as much written as possible and I want to get two more chaps posted before next week as I am taking a summer course so I don't know how often I will be posting. It's only for 5 weeks though and I DO have internet access, as well I will be home quite often I imagine. I just have to get over the little curse known as Writer's Block first. I have written up to part 15 though, so there isn't any worry of chaps running out anytime soon. Keep reviewing and I'll keep the chapters coming!!
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"Wha'?" Buffy mumbled into the phone.
"Do I have to come make coffee for you this morning, luv?" Spike's voice rumbled over the line at her. Buffy sat straight up in bed and looked at the clock.
"What time is it?" She asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
"It's only eight. I just wanted to start the day off on the right foot."
"Waking me up this early in the morning is not the best way to get me to like you, just so you know." Buffy got out of bed and stretched, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder.
"I'll remember that then." He chuckled at her, the sound sending shivers down to her toes. He could read her the phone book and sound sexy. No wonder he was so popular with the ladies.
"What do you have planned for today? Something fiendishly torturous?"
"Actually, I don't have anything really pressing to do before this afternoon, like I said last night, so I was thinking we could just hang out by the pool, maybe go over lines? It'll be the closest thing we get to resting for the next week before we have to go back to work."
"Sounds good to me. But I need breakfast first, and then I need an hour's wait."
"Ah, a rule follower, are you? C'mon, be bad for once."
"Like you?"
"What can I tell you baby? I've always been bad." She could hear his smirk at that and grinned at that.
"I'm sure you have been. Give me a few minutes to throw my suit on and brush my teeth."
"Alright then. I'll go downstairs and snag us a table then, unless you want me to wait."
"I'll be fine Spike."
"I just don't want you to run into any more dashing young men with arrestingly good looks on your way down."
"I don't think I've run into any to begin with." Buffy replied innocently. He growled at her, causing her to giggle.
"I'll be waiting for you. Hurry, pet."
Buffy laughed again as she hung up the phone. He wasn't as bad as she had built him up to be and she was happy at that. He was annoyingly persistent and could be very frustrating, but after last night she was much more open to him and his ways. She supposed that it had been easier to talk to him because she didn't know him well. Yet, anyway. She hoped to change that today. She owed him that much after accusing him of being a whoring loadie.
She didn't bother to shower or wash her hair since they would be getting into the pool soon, so she just ran a brush through her tangled curls left over from the night before and threw shorts and a tee over her bathing suit. She grabbed her towel, cell phone and card key after she brushed her teeth and left the room.
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"You know, for someone so tiny you sure do eat a lot." Spike commented as Buffy brought her plate to the table.
"I'm still a growing girl. And I have to keep up my strength to join in on your escapades of the day, don't I?" Buffy shot back, digging into her scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon, toast, waffles, croissant and juice.
"Could be. To be perfectly honest with you, pet, today might be painfully boring."
"What? A day with the legendary Spike Giles boring? How could that be?" Buffy asked.
"It'd just like being on set, luv. All that work for five minutes of film. Not to mention that the legends usually come out of one wild night and some loud mouths that like to stretch the truth."
"So, is that where the drug stories come from?" Buffy asked quietly, praying not to start a fight. Spike just looked at her, not flinching or shying away from her questioning.
"No, a lot of that stuff is true."
"So you are on drugs?" Buffy's brow furrowed.
"Hardly." Spike snorted. "I have been clean for about four years now. But the image still hounds me, probably will till my dying day. When you're a big, bad rock star you have to have some kind of flaw. Apparently I'm still doing lines in between sets and trading groupies for drugs. You should know how it works by now, or you will soon, at least."
"Seriously?" Buffy gaped at him. "That's terrible. I guess I've never been attacked to know what it's like. I am so sorry."
"For what? You only believed what is out there for everyone to know. Its that image that you just can't shake. Or like that saying: 'Once a cheater, always a cheater.' Once an addict, always an addict."
"That's terrible. And I helped to perpetuate the stereotype. I feel awful. I said nasty things to you and that isn't right." Buffy felt absolutely horrid when she remembered what she'd said to him by the pool a month earlier.
"Don't. You realize your mistake, and that's cool. I admit, I had misconceptions about you too, so it's not like I'm innocent in this either. We've called a truce, putting to rest all of the past indiscretions we had, right?" Spike didn't want her to feel bad for believing what she found on him. She had apologized and had given him another chance. She'd shared one of her closest secrets with him last night, this was nothing compared to that. He wanted to do right by this girl, he realized.
"Yes, we have a truce. But I'm sorry for what I said and thought and for what I believed. I should have asked you about it, and that's what matters. From now on, there will be honesty if we want to ask each other something, alright?" The tightness in Buffy's chest lifted some when Spike nodded and offered his hand to seal the deal. She knew how bad it felt to have someone judge her before they even took the chance to get to know her, so why had she been so adamant in doing it to him? *You're attracted to him, and that scares you. You don't want to let anyone near you again for fear of getting hurt. That is why you struck out at him.* Her mind taunted at her, dredging up her third year psych classes to use against herself.
"Sounds good to me, pet. Now eat up. We have a private pool party to attend."
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"Crap. I didn't bring my script. Do you mind if I run upstairs and grab mine?" Buffy asked as they walked out of the dining room. Spike had on a simple tee shirt and black swim trunks with flip-flops. He threw his towel over his shoulder and held up his copy of the script.
"Got one right here. We should know tomorrow's lines well enough that we don't need it anyway."
"You're right. Ok then."
This early in the morning on a Saturday there weren't any other people by the pool, so they could practice their lines in quiet, not having to worry about bothering others.
Spike stripped off his shirt right away, causing Buffy's mouth to go dry, and jumped in the pool after throwing his stuff on a lounge chair. Buffy just stood and looked at him, still holding her things in her hands. He surfaced, slicking his blonde hair back, and looked at her.
"You're not just going to stand there all day, are you? What better place to practice lines than in a pool?" Buffy snapped out of her stupor and set her things down on the chair next to his. She felt his eyes on her as she peeled her shirt off, followed by the shorts. She had chosen to wear a modest two piece, black bathing suit so as not to get embarrassed if something were to slip or move. She wasn't much of an exhibitionist anyway when it came to wearing skimpy clothing. The way Spike was looking at her when she turned around however made her feel as is she was naked. She quickly climbed into the pool using the stairs.
"Alright, I'm in. Lets get it on." Her cheeks reddened as he grinned devilishly at her.
"If you say so, luv." He started to swim towards her, but Buffy ducked under the water and swam away from his approaching form, moving for the deeper end of the pool. She broke the water there with a splash and flung her long hair back, sending a wave of droplets towards the wall behind her. Spike felt his lower half harden as he watched her, the words 'siren' and 'mermaid' coming to mind. He was very grateful that he was underwater at that moment.
"Lets run lines." Buffy called, treading water about ten feet away from him. He frowned at her.
"Now, luv, if we're going to do this we might as well do it right. Come down here and we'll start. I won't bite. Unless you ask." He added as an afterthought, which earned a shake of her head, but she swam to him nevertheless.
"No funny business, buster." She sat on the bottom few stairs in the pool, which let her upper shoulders be visible, but nothing else. She could feel her nipples harden as he swam closer to her to start rehearsing and was thankful that they were under water.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He smirked at her.
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"You don't seem to get this, do you? There won't *be* any money to give you unless we find my partner. And we can't do that unless you stop being a big baby and drive the damn car."
"I *can't* drive the car, and you know it. I'm a wanted car thief, in case you've forgotten."
"And I'm the one with the gun! Who's got who by the balls now?" Buffy practically spat at Spike, her eyes flashing at him. Being in character and arguing got her almost as hot and bothered as being herself and arguing with Spike. Course, she would never admit that to him.
"I don't care! Shoot me, it's not like I don't have dirt on you when the cops come to get me!" Spike yelled back, glad that no one had shown up to swim yet, as they would think they were having a very weird conversation.
"Whatever." Buffy was supposed to walk away then, but her sitting position on the stairs made that difficult. Nevertheless Spike reached out and grabbed her arm as his character was supposed to.
"I'm not letting you get off that easily." Spike floated closer, coming within centimeters of her face. Buffy looked up at him, a little shocked, but curious. Her lips parted and her tongue wet them. Then she clued in to what was going on.
"Spike? What are you doing?"
"Running lines with you."
"This isn't a line."
"No, but we have to do this tomorrow anyway. We might as well practice so that we know what we're doing."
"I think I know how to kiss a guy, Spike. I *have* had boyfriends, as you recall."
"Yeah, but have any of them *really* kissed you? Made your toes curl and your blood boil? Made you want to scream so loudly from want and need that you'd wake up the neighbors and then kiss you past caring about it?" He edged even closer so he was almost talking against her mouth.
"This isn't in the script." Buffy whispered at him, her breath quickening, waiting for that mind-blowing kiss he promised.
"But this is." He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against hers. The sensation was so intense he saw colors behind his eyelids. Her lips were so soft, and her breath so hot. He urged her lips apart a little more and touched his tongue to her bottom lip, waiting for what she would do next.
Buffy fell into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. She hadn't even bothered to resist in the least, wanting this and knowing it would have happened inevitably anyway. There was too much spark between them to be ignored. Being so close to him, in the water, running lines and arguing in character had ignited the spark, she felt it and now it burned brightly between them. She felt his tongue on her lip and pushed her tongue past her lips to meet his. He groaned and deepened the kiss, wanting his tongue to be inside her hot mouth. His hands tangled in her damp hair, angling her head just the right way so he could reach all of her mouth perfectly.
"Spike." Buffy moaned as he pulled his mouth away and looked at her through bright but lust-filled eyes. He closed in on her again, this time aiming for her neck. The look in his eyes made Buffy's widen and her mind start to turn again. This was wrong. They were costars and couldn't get involved like this. Too many things could go wrong.
Just as Buffy was waffling between letting him keep kissing her neck and rubbing her hip, and pushing him away, her cell phone rang, snapping them both out of their reverie. Buffy did push him away then and rushed out of the pool to answer the savior that was her phone.
"Hello?" She answered, out of breath from his kisses. She turned her back so she wouldn't have to look at him in the pool, his eyes still eager to continue. "Wes! How are you?"
Spike flopped back in the water and let himself be submerged for a few moments before rising and slicking his hair back. He willed his body to calm down, but it didn't look like things were going to anytime soon. He had let things get way out of control. He may want to get to know her better and feel strongly attracted to her, but he wasn't going to ruin his chances with her by trying to get into her pants right away. Or in this case, her bathing suit.
"Things are going great!" He heard Buffy say, too brightly. "No, I haven't killed him. I swear, he's fine... Wes, do you have *any* faith in me? . Just a second." Buffy turned and leaned down to give him the phone without looking at him, but he got a perfect view of her cleavage, which only negated his wishes to relax his body.
"Wes? .Hey buddy . Yes, things are going good . We had a great time at the event last night .Well things got a little *heated*," Spike looked at Buffy at that, but she only flushed and refused to face him. "But it's all under control now. Unless she gives me another reason to take her on . no, seriously, things are great. This was a good way to solve our problems. I honestly do like Buffy."
Buffy started to gather her things. She hadn't realized they had been in the pool for a couple of hours and it was now almost noon. If they were to go meet with his band this afternoon she had to go get ready. *And calm down my raging hormones*, she thought, still feeling his lips on hers and wishing she could have just one more.* NO! He's sexy as hell but getting involved with a co-star is beyond wrong. I WILL be strong.* But as soon she watched him emerge from the pool, she knew that was better said than done. The water ran off him, from his head down. His hair was smoothed back, but the natural curl in it was threatening to be unleashed; the water sluiced down his chest, paving the way over his sculpted pecs, around his hard nipples and down his amazing abdomen, before the rivulets disappeared into his black drunks. Her gaze traveled down his lean-muscled legs. *Even his feet are sexy*, she mused.
"Yes, I expect we'll have a very good day, Wes . Talk to you later." Spike hung up the phone, never taking his eyes off her. He handed her the phone and stepped even closer to her. "I think today has already started out great."
"You know, we've run enough lines for now, and it's getting late so I have to go get showered and ready and stuff, ok? Bye." Buffy said as she rushed around him, and out the door to the pool. Spike stood in the same spot, rock hard from watching her hightail it away from him from the rear.
"Yes, I think I'm going to have one good day," he said to himself, his mouth curling into an almost evil smile.