Island Odyssey
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
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1,778
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5
ISLAND ODYSSEY
~ :: CHAPTER FIVE :: ~
Spike pulled back and stared at her. Her eyes were wide with shock. For a few moments they continued to stay staring at each other.
Shocked.
Confused.
The crate they were in rocked. But still they stared.
It was Buffy first who spoke: “Whoa! What was that?” She swallowed and moved her eyes away from his face to the wood of the box. They seemed to be slowing down, but she hadn’t noticed that.
Spike watched her as she gave a nervous laugh. He swallowed and shook his head. After a while when she was still laughing he responded. “You alright, love?”
Suddenly, his use of the word magnified in her mind. Love? What the-- “Yeah, whatever, Spike. What are you looking at?”
“Buffy, what--”
“I have to get out of here.” She began to tap against the wood and pushed hard, squirming beneath him. She could feel him rising against her belly, but she tried to ignore it.
“Buffy?”
“What?” She growled, slamming her hand through the wood. Water began to pool in. “Shit!” She muttered.
“Tut tut, Slayer. Picking up bad language.”
She would have glared at him, but “Spike, this is not the time!” She snapped.
He would’ve argued but his coat was getting decidedly wet…too wet.
Together they punched and broke the crate apart. The moon’s reflection and cool see air swept over them, as did an all too present wave.
“Shit, Slayer!” Spike growled as he caught hold of the stake that had been pressed against him and flung it far, far away. “Could’ve checked if it was daylight.”
“Why?” She glared at him and began to drag herself up onto the shore. The bar that had been pressed against her back was now sunk and out of view. “Do you really think I care what happens to you?”
Oh, fine! So she was back to being her usual bitchy self. Like it mattered anyway. Spike scoffed, joining her on the sand. “Fucking sea…” he muttered, pulling off his leather duster, “fucking ruin…fucking years…just at perfection!” He began to wring it out and turned his head slightly to see Buffy squeezing the moisture from her hair and trying to keep it away from her face. Her clothes were stuck to her body from the sea, silhouetting her form in all the right places.
Growling at his body’s reaction, Spike turned and began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it, along with the duster, onto the more grassy ground. He pulled off his t-shirt and rung it out before turning.
He stopped.
He frowned.
Buffy was stood there, watching him. Guiltily she turned away immediately, having jumped slightly in the realisation of what she’d done…what she’d been caught doing.
He smiled to himself for a moment. After all, he was only human…well, he was still a man, at least. He shook his head and pulled his belt off.
She closed her eyes as she heard it snap. Biting her lip, she pretended to be tying her hair back, but the sensations were already growing inside her, magnifying the sounds she heard.
She heard him drop his jeans to the ground and jumped, turning around abruptly.
“Okay, whoa!” She said, putting her hand out to stop him, but keeping her eyes closed for her own sense of modesty. “I so don’t need to see that, so put those back on.”
She heard him scoff. “Not a bloody chance, Slayer.” He bent down and picked up his pile of clothes. “I’m soaked and not in the mood for the feel of wet denim on my skin, got that?”
“Just put the clothes on, Spike. I don’t want to see you naked.” She could feel the blush rising in her cheeks.
“You do.” He rumbled low in his chest. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to go any further, so you might as well just open your eyes while you’ve got the chance.”
“Ew, gross!” She said, turning her head in the direction of his voice. He hung up his clothes over some branches. She scrunched up her face. “You have a really over inflated idea of yourself, vampire. Cover yourself up before I’m sick!”
“Calm down, Slayer.” She heard his voice behind her and spun round.
“Are you decent?” She called out to him.
“Yeah.” He said, simply. She opened her eyes to see his naked body moving towards the trees and carrying dry wood back. She observed him, numbly, for a moment, before snapping her eyes shut.
“You lied!” She whined.
“You looked.” He rebutted simply and unashamed. She opened her mouth to speak, but he got there first. “Anyway, it’s not like your not giving me an eyeful.”
She opened her eyes, looked down at herself, and desperately began pulling at the soaked material that was showing her new black lingerie kit all too well. “Stop looking!”
“You looked at me first, pet.” He said, standing up and shrugging. He moved over to his coat and pulled out a lighter, flicking it open a few times to check that it was working. Then, he moved back and lit the wood. He sat down in the sand next to it, and then looked at her. “Take your clothes off.”
“I am so going to kill you.” She spat back from the other side of the fire. She didn’t want him to see her. “Stop looking at me, you dick!”
“Like I’d want to. Anyone ever tell you, you have an over inflated idea of yourself?”
“Yeah, you!” She snapped. “About ten minutes ago.”
~ :: ~
~ :: CHAPTER FIVE :: ~
Spike pulled back and stared at her. Her eyes were wide with shock. For a few moments they continued to stay staring at each other.
Shocked.
Confused.
The crate they were in rocked. But still they stared.
It was Buffy first who spoke: “Whoa! What was that?” She swallowed and moved her eyes away from his face to the wood of the box. They seemed to be slowing down, but she hadn’t noticed that.
Spike watched her as she gave a nervous laugh. He swallowed and shook his head. After a while when she was still laughing he responded. “You alright, love?”
Suddenly, his use of the word magnified in her mind. Love? What the-- “Yeah, whatever, Spike. What are you looking at?”
“Buffy, what--”
“I have to get out of here.” She began to tap against the wood and pushed hard, squirming beneath him. She could feel him rising against her belly, but she tried to ignore it.
“Buffy?”
“What?” She growled, slamming her hand through the wood. Water began to pool in. “Shit!” She muttered.
“Tut tut, Slayer. Picking up bad language.”
She would have glared at him, but “Spike, this is not the time!” She snapped.
He would’ve argued but his coat was getting decidedly wet…too wet.
Together they punched and broke the crate apart. The moon’s reflection and cool see air swept over them, as did an all too present wave.
“Shit, Slayer!” Spike growled as he caught hold of the stake that had been pressed against him and flung it far, far away. “Could’ve checked if it was daylight.”
“Why?” She glared at him and began to drag herself up onto the shore. The bar that had been pressed against her back was now sunk and out of view. “Do you really think I care what happens to you?”
Oh, fine! So she was back to being her usual bitchy self. Like it mattered anyway. Spike scoffed, joining her on the sand. “Fucking sea…” he muttered, pulling off his leather duster, “fucking ruin…fucking years…just at perfection!” He began to wring it out and turned his head slightly to see Buffy squeezing the moisture from her hair and trying to keep it away from her face. Her clothes were stuck to her body from the sea, silhouetting her form in all the right places.
Growling at his body’s reaction, Spike turned and began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it, along with the duster, onto the more grassy ground. He pulled off his t-shirt and rung it out before turning.
He stopped.
He frowned.
Buffy was stood there, watching him. Guiltily she turned away immediately, having jumped slightly in the realisation of what she’d done…what she’d been caught doing.
He smiled to himself for a moment. After all, he was only human…well, he was still a man, at least. He shook his head and pulled his belt off.
She closed her eyes as she heard it snap. Biting her lip, she pretended to be tying her hair back, but the sensations were already growing inside her, magnifying the sounds she heard.
She heard him drop his jeans to the ground and jumped, turning around abruptly.
“Okay, whoa!” She said, putting her hand out to stop him, but keeping her eyes closed for her own sense of modesty. “I so don’t need to see that, so put those back on.”
She heard him scoff. “Not a bloody chance, Slayer.” He bent down and picked up his pile of clothes. “I’m soaked and not in the mood for the feel of wet denim on my skin, got that?”
“Just put the clothes on, Spike. I don’t want to see you naked.” She could feel the blush rising in her cheeks.
“You do.” He rumbled low in his chest. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to go any further, so you might as well just open your eyes while you’ve got the chance.”
“Ew, gross!” She said, turning her head in the direction of his voice. He hung up his clothes over some branches. She scrunched up her face. “You have a really over inflated idea of yourself, vampire. Cover yourself up before I’m sick!”
“Calm down, Slayer.” She heard his voice behind her and spun round.
“Are you decent?” She called out to him.
“Yeah.” He said, simply. She opened her eyes to see his naked body moving towards the trees and carrying dry wood back. She observed him, numbly, for a moment, before snapping her eyes shut.
“You lied!” She whined.
“You looked.” He rebutted simply and unashamed. She opened her mouth to speak, but he got there first. “Anyway, it’s not like your not giving me an eyeful.”
She opened her eyes, looked down at herself, and desperately began pulling at the soaked material that was showing her new black lingerie kit all too well. “Stop looking!”
“You looked at me first, pet.” He said, standing up and shrugging. He moved over to his coat and pulled out a lighter, flicking it open a few times to check that it was working. Then, he moved back and lit the wood. He sat down in the sand next to it, and then looked at her. “Take your clothes off.”
“I am so going to kill you.” She spat back from the other side of the fire. She didn’t want him to see her. “Stop looking at me, you dick!”
“Like I’d want to. Anyone ever tell you, you have an over inflated idea of yourself?”
“Yeah, you!” She snapped. “About ten minutes ago.”
~ :: ~