Island Odyssey
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
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1,779
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6
ISLAND ODYSSEY
~ :: CHAPTER SIX :: ~
Buffy sat down, gradually shifting closer to the fire, warming herself and drying her clothes as best she could. She rolled up her skirt around her thighs, and had unbuttoned her top quite a bit.
“I need a drink and a smoke.” Spike growled, reaching over to his nearly dry clothes and pulling out his silver bottle of whisky and his ruined ciggs. “Shit.” He whispered dropping them to dry next to the fire. They’d never light until they were perfect.
He shot Buffy a glance. She was still trying to make this as formal as possible, and had a fixed scowl over her face.
“If the wind changes your face will stick like that.” Spike said, across the fire, taking a hearty swig of the drink.
She shot him a murderous look and a scowl.
“Drink?” He offered. She continued to glare. “Fair ‘nuff.” He shrugged, pressing it to his lips again and swallowing the amber liquid.
She was shaking; a little from anger, a little from the wind, a lot from the wet clothes that were clinging to her.
He eyed her again. “Take ‘em off.”
She didn’t even dignify it with a response.
“I won’t look. Scouts honour.” He added, as she watched him wearily for a moment.
“And I should trust you because?”
“Because I don’t fancy you.” He growled. Why was this such a big deal for her? She should just take off her clothes and everyone would be happy! Christ! “And unlike most of the pre-pubescent boys you hang around with, I’m not here out of a choice to spend my Saturday evenings with you.”
“Who says it’s Saturday evening?” She shot back.
He tapped his nose and lay back in the sand. “Vampire. Sundown was a couple of hours ago.” He twisted his head a little to look at her. “Just get naked. I’m not gonna tell. Not in it for the kicks.”
He shot his head back as she turned to look at him. She did need to get out of those clothes. He’d been right about how uncomfortable they were mixed with the sand.
“Promise you wont look?” She eyed him wearily over the flames. He didn’t turn.
“Cross my heart and hope to die.” Thankfully already dead, though.
“Okay, don’t look.” She angered. “Or I’ll stake you.”
He’d wanted to say something about the staking be the other way around if she was naked, but thought wised of it.
“Deal.” He said, instead. “Then I don’t have to listen to your heartbeat jolting from here.” He covered his eyes with one arm and laid the other across his chest.
She paused for a moment, and then moved her hands to unbutton her top completely. She slid it off and carefully laid it next to the fire, pausing to observe his naked form. He certainly was more athletic than she’d thought…more muscular. She tried to banish the thoughts from her mind.
She needed to stay calm. Especially if he could hear her heartbeat.
He could hear her heartbeat. And every now and then it would speed up. The slayer certainly was different to the others.
She unzipped her skirt and snail-shrugged uncomfortably out of it on the sand, putting it next to her shoes and shirt.
She looked down at herself, and nearly moved to remove her black lace thong, before thinking better of it. She need to keep some of her Slayer dignity over him.
“You naked yet?” He growled, low and deep.
“I’ve kept some stuff on.” She said, before thinking better of it.
“’Kay.” He said, sitting up. He looked across and his eyes widened.
~ :: ~
~ :: CHAPTER SIX :: ~
Buffy sat down, gradually shifting closer to the fire, warming herself and drying her clothes as best she could. She rolled up her skirt around her thighs, and had unbuttoned her top quite a bit.
“I need a drink and a smoke.” Spike growled, reaching over to his nearly dry clothes and pulling out his silver bottle of whisky and his ruined ciggs. “Shit.” He whispered dropping them to dry next to the fire. They’d never light until they were perfect.
He shot Buffy a glance. She was still trying to make this as formal as possible, and had a fixed scowl over her face.
“If the wind changes your face will stick like that.” Spike said, across the fire, taking a hearty swig of the drink.
She shot him a murderous look and a scowl.
“Drink?” He offered. She continued to glare. “Fair ‘nuff.” He shrugged, pressing it to his lips again and swallowing the amber liquid.
She was shaking; a little from anger, a little from the wind, a lot from the wet clothes that were clinging to her.
He eyed her again. “Take ‘em off.”
She didn’t even dignify it with a response.
“I won’t look. Scouts honour.” He added, as she watched him wearily for a moment.
“And I should trust you because?”
“Because I don’t fancy you.” He growled. Why was this such a big deal for her? She should just take off her clothes and everyone would be happy! Christ! “And unlike most of the pre-pubescent boys you hang around with, I’m not here out of a choice to spend my Saturday evenings with you.”
“Who says it’s Saturday evening?” She shot back.
He tapped his nose and lay back in the sand. “Vampire. Sundown was a couple of hours ago.” He twisted his head a little to look at her. “Just get naked. I’m not gonna tell. Not in it for the kicks.”
He shot his head back as she turned to look at him. She did need to get out of those clothes. He’d been right about how uncomfortable they were mixed with the sand.
“Promise you wont look?” She eyed him wearily over the flames. He didn’t turn.
“Cross my heart and hope to die.” Thankfully already dead, though.
“Okay, don’t look.” She angered. “Or I’ll stake you.”
He’d wanted to say something about the staking be the other way around if she was naked, but thought wised of it.
“Deal.” He said, instead. “Then I don’t have to listen to your heartbeat jolting from here.” He covered his eyes with one arm and laid the other across his chest.
She paused for a moment, and then moved her hands to unbutton her top completely. She slid it off and carefully laid it next to the fire, pausing to observe his naked form. He certainly was more athletic than she’d thought…more muscular. She tried to banish the thoughts from her mind.
She needed to stay calm. Especially if he could hear her heartbeat.
He could hear her heartbeat. And every now and then it would speed up. The slayer certainly was different to the others.
She unzipped her skirt and snail-shrugged uncomfortably out of it on the sand, putting it next to her shoes and shirt.
She looked down at herself, and nearly moved to remove her black lace thong, before thinking better of it. She need to keep some of her Slayer dignity over him.
“You naked yet?” He growled, low and deep.
“I’ve kept some stuff on.” She said, before thinking better of it.
“’Kay.” He said, sitting up. He looked across and his eyes widened.
~ :: ~