SUMMARY: After Buffy suffered a nasty knee injury on the job, her friends think it would be nice to pay for her to have a little vacation. The problem is, they're all too busy to go with her, except Spike. But what would a vampire do in sunny Maui for two weeks? Heat things up, what else.

RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER: BTVS is property of Joss Whedon. I own nothing.

SPOILERS: Season 6. Buffy and Spike are friends, but they didn't sleep together

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CHAPTER 9: Playing games never ends well... or does it?

The sun was still low in the sky when Buffy came back into the room the next morning. She was carrying two paper cups full of coffee, a bag of croissants that she’d gotten from the restaurant, and a small plastic bag containing her latest acquisition from the gift shop. She voluntarily bumped into Spike’s bed on her way to put the breakfast on the small coffee table, hoping it’d be enough to wake him.

The vampire groaned in protest then turned on his side before opening one heavy eyelid.

She smiled at him. “’morning sleepy head.”

“You awfully chipper this morning, pet. Where did you go at such an ungodly hour?”

“Shopping.”

Spike turned on his back to look at the alarm clock on the side table.

“It’s 9 in the bloody morning and you went shopping?”

“Couldn’t sleep. I remembered that really hot little bikini I saw at the gift shop when I went to buy the camera the other day and decided I wanted it… Coffee?”

Spike nodded sleepily and sat up. The white sheet dropped low on his waist and Buffy swallowed hard at the delectable sight. She handed him his cup, doing her best to keep her eyes on his face despite the extreme temptation to look much lower.

He gave her a grateful look and took the cup from her. “Thanks, pet.” He took a sip and grimaced when the hot liquid burned his tongue. “Got any plans for today?”

“Yep. I’m going to show off my new bikini on the beach.” She turned to take the plastic bag and headed for the bathroom. “Wait until you see it. You’re gonna die.”

Spike chuckled. “I know it’s the obvious retort and it dreadfully lacks originality, but… I’m already dead, pet.”

She stopped in the doorway and looked over her shoulder, giving him a flirty smile. “Just wait and see.”

Buffy shut the bathroom door and let out the breath she’d been holding. Phase one of her plan was on the way. She’d gotten up early and went back to the gift shop to buy the horribly tacky bathing suit. When she’d been in the store to buy the camera, the man working there had tried to convince her to buy this incredibly flashy silver bikini that looked more appropriate for a strip club than it would be for the beach. She’d laugh it off at the time, but changed her mind. All right, she did have an ulterior motive to change her mind: driving a certain sexy blonde vampire out of his mind.

She got the bathing suit out of the bag and got out of her clothes before putting it on. Buffy looked at herself in the mirror and blushed bright red. She’d never felt so naked wearing clothes before. Not that the scrap of silver fabric could qualify as clothes. She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard Spike speak from the other side of the door.

“You coming out of there any time today? Still waiting for the fashion show, pet.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. Don’t rush me, it needs to be perfect.”

There was no way in Hell she would ever go out in public wearing that thing. Thank God, the chances of her making it outside before Spike would tear it off of her were almost non-existent. Naked with Spike was a good thing. Naked in public, not so much.

Buffy checked her hair in the mirror, reapplied her lip gloss, then took hold of the door knob. She took a deep breath, then quietly opened the door. Spike was just taking a sip of his coffee when he looked up and saw her. He promptly spat out his mouth full of coffee all over the white sheet.

“Jesus fucking bloody Christ!”

Buffy smiled and struck a playmate pose against the door frame. “You like?”

Eyes wide in disbelief, eyebrows high, mouth slack, Spike didn’t answer. His hands were fisted in the now dirty sheets, the coffee cup abandoned on its side in a puddle of spilled coffee.

Buffy put her fists on her hips and pouted. “What? You’re not gonna say anything? I thought you’d like it.”

She wrapped the tiny little silver mesh matching sarong around her hips. It was see through, and more the size of a headband, really. She put on her flip flops and went to the armchair where she grabbed her beach bag, a little worried that Spike hadn’t said or done anything yet. Then, he burst out laughing hysterically.

“You’re bloody joking, right?”

“Excuse me?” Buffy snapped, unable to help but feeling a little insulted by his reaction. It didn‘t help any that she felt so vulnerable in her almost naked state. Spike laughing was definitely not the reaction she was hoping for.

“Good one, luv.”

“If you don’t like my bathing suit, no need to be rude about it.” She glared at him.

He sobered up instantly, his eyes almost popping out of his skull when he realized she was being serious about this.

Buffy put her sunglasses on her head and shouldered her beach bag. Her heart was beating wildly at the realization that maybe there was a chance he was going to let her walk out of the room dressed like that. But there was also the other part of her--the overly independent feminist part--that rebelled against the idea of having a man tell her what she could or couldn’t do. And that’s when she finally came to the terrifying realization that this plan, this incredibly, humongously, stupid plan, was going to end badly. In fact, the idea was so far beyond idiotic that she could probably win the award for dumbest plan of the year, if there was such a thing.

Spike swiftly wrapped the white cotton sheet around his lean hips and stood up. His shock had quickly made way to anger, if the flickers of gold in his blue eyes were any indication. “Slayer…” He growled.

If the event had been taped, it would have been possible to tell exactly the moment Buffy’s brain switched into “how dare you tell me what to do” mode.

“You are completely off your rocker if you think for one bloody minute that I’m going to let you go outside half naked.”

“Ooooh…” Buffy shook her head, smiling dangerously. “You did not just say that.”

“Damn straight I did. For once, I don’t give a bloody fuck if you get pissed at me. Buffy you can’t go out in public like THAT.”

“Watch me.”

“Buffy!.. Fine, I’m coming with you then.”

Trying not to trip over the sheet, he followed her into the hallway. Buffy didn’t stop or look at him.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, dumb blonde? It’s morning and your friend the sun is up and shining.”

“Too bad, I’m still coming.”

A few steps ahead of Spike, Buffy pushed the door open and walked into the morning sun.

OK. New plan. Take a few steps to be out of reach, turn around to see the frustrated expression on his face, go back inside, scold him for being a dickhead while dragging him back to the room to have her wicked way with him. Yep, much better plan. Unless of course…

There was a hiss, and a pained grunt coming from somewhere behind her. Buffy felt a cool hand on her shoulder, and the few seconds it took her to react, the hand went from cool to burning hot. Reacting on instinct and at full Slayer speed, Buffy pushed him back through the door and away from the harmful rays of the sun.

“Have you completely LOST YOUR MIND?!”

The smell of burned flesh reached her nose and almost made her gag. Only his left hand and forearm were burned, but it was red and already blistering. Buffy grabbed him by his right arm and helped him stand up. Spike fumbled with his sheet, trying to hold it up with his good hand despite Buffy pulling on his arm. His other arm was cradled protectively against his chest.

Without a word, Buffy walked into the room, followed by a contrite Spike. She made him sit on the bed and went to get the travel size first aid kit she had in her luggage.

“Gimme your hand.”

“No.”

“Give me your hand so I can make it better.”

Spike turned side way to try getting his injured arm away from her. “No.”

“Come on, don’t be a baby.” she said gruffly. “You weren’t scared of a little pain earlier when you almost dusted yourself running after me under the sun.”

He let her take his arm and smear cream over his tortured skin.

“Told you I would, but you didn’t stop.”

“So what was it? A contest to find out who is the dumbest between you and I? Is that it? I was being an idiot, so you had to go and be a bigger idiot?”

Buffy angrily threw the tube of cream on the desk and walked up to where she’d dropped her beach bag by the door. She took it, turn to Spike and empty the content of the bag on the tile floor. A towel, kaki shorts, a t-shirt and a very decent, pink bathing suit.

“I was joking, Spike. I was just screwing with you. Do you seriously think I’d go out in public looking like a two dollar whore who just walked out of the strip club? I was going to change as soon as I was out of sight.”

She came back to stand in front of him, her blonde hair wild around her face, eyes blazing with self-righteous outrage. Spike had to use every once of restrain he had to keep his eyes on her face. He knew that letting his eyes roam over her almost naked form wouldn‘t lead to anything good.

“But you just HAD to be all caveman about it, didn’t you?” She continued.

Things were snowballing out of control. She could hear herself saying things, and just couldn’t remember how it got to this point, or how she could stop the words coming out of her mouth. Spike wasn’t saying anything anymore. For once, he seemed to have decided it would be safer to keep his mouth shut and let her vent out her frustration. Which she did. Even if she really had no idea where the frustration came from in the first place.

“You hate the bikini that much, huh? Want me to take it off? Is that it? Well there!” Without really thinking about what she was doing, she tore the bikini top off of her and threw it at him. “Happy?”

Everything happened in slow motion in Buffy’s mind. One second, she was arguing with Spike, the next… Well, the cool air from the air conditioning system was hardening her bare nipples, shocking her back into realizing what she’d just done.

Her eyes widened comically and she gasped before wrapping her arms tightly over her chest.

If Spike had been shocked when she’d walked out of the bathroom earlier, it was nothing compared to the look on his face now. “Bleedin’ hell…”

Buffy blindly reached for the sheet on the bed and pulled it to her to cover her naked breasts with. Which resulted in an even louder gasp when she realized that Spike was now sitting on the bed completely naked.

Buffy just couldn’t hold back the hysterical laughter bubbling inside of her. “Oh my God!”

Before she knew what was happening, Spike had pulled her into his lap. She squealed in surprise.

“If you wanted me naked, luv, all you had to do was ask. No more games, Buffy. Now tell me, what was this particular game about? ‘hard to play when you don‘t know the rules.”

His lips were a mere inch away from hers, making it hard to concentrate.

“Uh… Game? Oh yeah. Making you so jealous that you’d throw me on the bed and have your wicked way with me. Preferably sans the slutty bathing suit.”

At that moment, she was sure he was about to kiss her. But then, with his arms still firmly around her, he twisted around to throw her on her back.

Buffy giggled, all memories of their spat already forgotten. She was finally where she wanted to be.

“You do realize we’re most likely the most dysfunctional people in history?” Spike said, his voice thick with desire.

She nodded her head slightly, her eyes never leaving his. “We have issues. But that makes us more interesting.”

“That it does.” He agreed.

All she could focus on were his lips. So close, yet so far. He was hovering above her, eyes as clear and blue as the sky that was so lethal to him, and he was grinning down at her.

“What?” She asked, breathless.

“I like you better like this, laughing and happy.”

“And if you want me to stay happy, I think you’d better kiss me now.”

“Happy to oblige.”

He reached up to brush a strand of hair away from her forehead, then lowered his lips to hers. She’d been dying to know what it felt like to be kissed by him, and she wasn’t disappointed. Sure, he’d kissed her before. But that was a lifetime ago, during a spell, and it felt like it happened to another girl. This… this was different. So much more real. She was intensely aware of everything that was happening at once. Every feeling, every touch. How firm and plump his lips were, how good he tasted, the way he smelled, the little moans he made at the back of his throat. For the first time in months, she didn’t miss heaven.

Spike pulled away first and Buffy whimpered in protest. Pushing himself up on his arms, he looked at her in silence.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, suddenly unsure of herself.

“Nothing wrong, pet. Just taking it all in. I never thought in a million years that this would ever happen.”

“What?” She smiled playfully up at him. “You and I naked on a bed?”

Spike smirked. “Yeah, that.”

“Well then…” Buffy pulled his head back to her. “I think we really shouldn’t waste any of those precious moments, don’t you think?”

“You’re right.” He murmured against her luscious lips.

One of his hands caressed the side of her body all the way down to the elastic band of her bikini bottom. He easily snapped it and rid her of her last piece of clothing.

Her legs fell open and he settled between them, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy at the feel of his cock pressing against her wet cleft. She instinctively lifted her hips, seeking more contact.

“Spike… I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“’s OK, luv. You’re worth the wait.”

She reached between them to guide his cock to her opening and wiggled her hips until the head of his penis was inside her. His eyes never leaving hers, Spike slowly pushed his meaty cock all the way in. Overwhelmed by the feeling of being sheathed inside her body, Spike hid his face in her neck and took a deep calming breath, inhaling her sweet scent.

“Are you OK?” She asked in concern, her voice shaky.

He nodded against her. “Just trying to calm down a bit. Wouldn’t want to embarrass myself. You feel so bloody amazing, pet.”

Spike started moving within her wet heat. His large cock fit inside her perfectly. She was like a snug velvet glove around him, her inner muscles strangling his cock and making it hard for him to keep his control in check.

Buffy could tell by the way the muscles of his arms were straining that he was close to losing it. She reached up to caress his face.

“Let it go. You don’t need to hold back… I’m so close too. Just let go, I can take it.”

“Oh Buffy… My Slayer…”

He lowered his head and kissed her passionately. Her words made his control snap and he started pumping his hips furiously, ramming his hard cock inside her pussy with a strength that would have hurt a normal woman. But Buffy wasn’t a normal woman and she welcomed his passion. Their moans echoed loudly in the room, the bed banging against the wall rhythmically.

With a shout of his name, Buffy came first, her fingers digging painfully in his shoulders and her entire body tensing. For a long moment, she wasn’t aware of anything that surrounded her, blinded by her pleasure and riding the waves of her orgasm. She came back to herself just in time to watch Spike as he came with a choked sob, emptying himself inside of her. Of all the expressions she’d seen on Spike face, this one was by far her new favorite: a mix of intense pleasure, happiness and bliss. She promised herself that from now on, she’d see that face as often as she possibly could.

Spike fell on his side and pulled her into his arms, covering her face with soft kisses.

“I feel like I’ve lived more than a century just so I could experience this. You’re amazing.” He whispered against her ear.

She smiled at him and kissed him, devouring his lips hungrily before settling back into his arms.

“You know,” Spike said thoughtfully, breaking the comfortable silence. “I really did like that trashy suit on you, luv. Brought out your best assets.”

“If you like it that much, I can put it back on you know...”

“Don’t you bloody dare. I like you even better without… In all your glorious nakedness.”

She chuckled then lay her head back down against his chest, a contented smile on her face. “Good cause I’m never wearing that thing again. Unless I’m bored some day and decide to give you a strip tease…”

Spike groaned at the mental picture she evoked. “You could easily drive a bloke out of his mind, Slayer.”

“I don’t know if I could. But I try really, really hard.”

Spike pulled her up until she was face to face with him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her breathless.

“Don’t know what I did to deserve having you here with me, Buffy, but I’m definitely not going to complain.”

She smiled at him. “Oh you deserve me all right. I could even give you a list of all the things you did lately to deserve me. And…”

I love you OK, maybe she wasn’t feeling quite that courageous yet. But hopefully, it would come soon.

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CHAPTER 10: Phone calls and photo shoot

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