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Chapter 6







The heat from the hot tub relaxed her almost instantly and Buffy closed her eyes as a small moan threatened to escape her. She leaned back against the wall of the tub and took a deep breath and let it out slowly before leaning her head back. She could feel Spike's eyes on her and knew if she opened them he'd have that irritatingly cute smirk plastered on his face. She held back her smile and lowered herself into the water further. The heat covered her shoulders and she sighed softly before letting herself completely relax.



She tried to think of a good excuse as to why she was here. She had already said she wouldn't be joining him, but here she was. Sitting in a hot tub with a very naked Spike Williams. The thought sent a chill up her spine and she tried to think of anything that would distract her from this fact. Nothing came to mind so she wondered what her friends would think. Willow would be so proud. The smile she tried so hard to control fought its way to the surface and won.



"What's with the smile, goldilocks?"



"Nothing," Buffy said, still smiling.



"Doesn't look like nothing."



Buffy opened her eyes and took a deep breath as she looked across the tub at Spike. He was still sitting in the same position as he was when she climbed in and, as she suspected, the smirk was firmly in place. Just looking at him made her want to jump across the length of the tub and give herself to him. "If you must know, I was thinking of how pruned you're going to get sitting in here all night," she lied.



Spike raised a scared brow at her and leaned his head to one side. "And what makes you think I'll be staying in here all night?"



"Well, let's see," Buffy smiled. "You can't possible get out and make it down the stairs by yourself and there's no way I'm helping you. So, you spend the night."



"You helped me in. Why can't you help me out?"



"Because now you're naked." Spike smiled and Buffy closed her eyes. She could almost hear his next words before he spoke them. There was no way she could look at him when he said it.



"Most women like me naked."



She could hear the underlying taunt in his voice and she swallowed heavily, trying to convince herself that she wasn't in the same group. "Well, I'm not most women." Buffy could hear the soft purr of the jets in the tub over his laughter and the gently lapping of water brushing her shoulders and neck caused her body to melt like Jell-O. Spike's taunting didn't bother her as much as she put on but it was nice to keep him thinking it did. At least this way she didn't seem like every other skanky ho out there.



She heard the water splashing the sides of the tub and lifted her head when a gentle wave of water splashed her face before she opened her eyes. They widened when she saw Spike sitting right in front of her.



"I think you want me as much as I want you," Spike said as he slid onto his knees in front of her.



Buffy stared up at him and her eyes widened even more as he moved closer. She opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out until he was hovering right above her. "What are you doing?" She cringed inwardly as her words came out in a breathy whisper and the smile Spike gave her made her knees weak. It was a good thing she was already sitting down.



"I'm going to kiss you," Spike told her as he reached down and grabbed her legs, parting them before crawling in between them and moving closer to her.



Buffy's mouth flew open and she stared up at him in shock as he settled himself between her legs. His hands moved dangerously close to her center as they traveled up the length of her thighs and she swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in her throat. She felt his naked flesh slide along her thighs and she gasped softly as he lowered his head. She kept her eyes on his face until he was close enough for her vision to blur. When his lips brushed hers - her eyes closed.



Her heart was hammering away in her chest so fast that she knew he could probably hear it but at the moment, couldn't find a reason to care. His lips were the softest she had ever felt. He smelled heavenly and she took a deep breath before leaning forward and returning the kiss. Warmth flowed to every nerve ending in her body as his lips roamed over hers and when his tongue made a small swipe across her lip she moaned as he slipped it inside her mouth.



No one had ever kissed her so thoroughly. Her limbs felt weak and she fought to keep a coherent thought as his tongue mapped out the surface inside her mouth from one end to the other. She was breathless when he finally pulled back. Her eyes opened and stared up into the bright noonday sky as he lowered his head to her neck. Her breathing was erratic and she moaned as her eyes closed involuntarily. She felt alive for the first time in months. His hands were rubbing small circles on her hips and she swallowed heavily as they started moving up her sides. His thumb brushed the underside of her breasts and she gasped softly as he kissed his way up her neck to her face. She could hear him saying her name and she was puzzled by it as his lips never moved. She dismissed it as his hands cupped her breasts and leaned forward, catching his lips with her own and closed her legs around his hips. She could feel his hardened length brush against the thin material of her bathing suit and pulled him closer to her. Her body ached for him and her hips moved against him as she shuddered in his arms while pleasure coursed through her body. Her hands roamed his back, feeling the muscles she had admired ripple under her hands. She heard him say her name again.



She was lost in the sensations he was causing and she broke from his mouth as his hands massaged her breasts. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. When his face came back into view she stared up at him and watched him as he smiled before he spoke. "You know you want me."



She let out a small scream as she felt her body slip and water cascade over her face. She sat up straight and coughed as she looked around before her eyes landed on Spike. He was sitting up and looking at her with wide eyes before his jaw clenched and his eyes hardened. "Me screaming at you won't wake you up but a little water does?" He asked as he looked at her. "Didn't your Mum ever tell you falling asleep in the tub can kill you?"



Buffy looked around her, disoriented for a few seconds before she looked back at Spike. She felt heat cover her face as she looked at him. She swallowed heavily and stood up quickly before getting out of the tub. She grabbed a towel and half-wrapped it around her before she practically ran into the house and down the stairs. She vaguely heard Spike calling for her as she ran out of the cabin and headed for the bathhouse.



The door to the bathhouse slammed loudly before she turned and locked it. She was panting for breath as she leaned her head against the door. She turned and leaned against the door before looking around the spacious bathhouse. The vivid memories came back like they had actually happened. Did he know? No. He couldn't. What would he say? What would he think? What would Spike think if he knew she had had an erotic dream about him? "He'd probably say, `I told you so.'" she thought before she rolled her eyes. "Just face it Buffy. You want him."



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The cabin was quiet as Buffy finally went back inside. She didn't know how long she had hidden out in the bathhouse but knew Spike would know something was up. She was still wrapped in the wet towel and she sighed heavily as she started for the stairs. She stopped at the top when she saw Spike.



He was lying on the bed, apparently asleep. He was wearing his jeans and she couldn't help but be glad. Although a part of her wanted to see all he had to offer, she didn't think she'd be able to handle it at the moment. Walking quietly to the dresser, Buffy grabbed her discarded clothes and turned back to the stairs. She gave him another quick glance before walking quietly back down the stairs.



Spike lifted his head and watched her walk down the steps. He sighed heavily when she was out of sight before laying his head back down on the pillow. The blankets and pillow coverings smelled like her. Jasmine with a hint of lilac surrounded him and he couldn't think of any other place he wanted to be at the moment.



He had lifted himself out of the hot tub shortly after she fled and dried himself off before slipping his jeans back on. Making it back inside had been as painful as he knew it would be. His ankle still throbbed like a dull toothache and the sprain would probably take days to heal. He couldn't figure out what had happened with Buffy. She fell asleep, that much he knew, but couldn't figure out why she had practically freaked out and ran. Maybe falling asleep in the tub had just scared her. "Or maybe you screaming at her like a complete git did," he thought before shaking his head.



He could hear her puttering around downstairs and wished he could just walk down the stairs and find out what happened. He knew he'd have to eventually get out of her bed. No way would she share it with him no matter how much the idea appealed to him. Sitting up on the bed, Spike threw his legs over the side and put both feet on the floor before applying pressure to his right foot. Pain shot up his leg and he clenched his jaw and tried to swallow the pain before he stood. The short walk to the stairs was painful but he bit it back and tried to steady himself before starting down them. He could see Buffy in the kitchen apparently fixing something to eat and he stopped and watched her for a few minutes before starting down the stairs.



Buffy was so immersed in what she was doing she never heard Spike come down the stairs and sit down at the island bar. When she turned and saw him, she screamed and jumped before raising a hand up to cover her heart. "Shit Spike! Don't do that."



"Sorry," Spike grinned as he looked at her. "I didn't mean to scare you."



Buffy stared at him for a few minutes while she tried to get her breathing under control. The longer she looked at him, the more vivid the images from her dream became. She felt the heat rising to her cheeks before she turned quickly back around to face the cabinet. "So - um, you hungry?" She asked quietly as she removed a dish from the microwave.



"Depends," Spike said, leaning up to try and see over her shoulder.



"Well either you are or you aren't" Buffy told him without turning around.



"Well, if that's a big ole can of ravioli you're heating up, then no. I'm not hungry."



Buffy finally glanced over her shoulder and couldn't help but smile at the look on his face. "It's not ravioli," she grinned. "It's chicken teriyaki."



"Real food?" Spike questioned with a wide smile. "I thought you said you couldn't cook."



Buffy chuckled as she turned and placed a bowl on the island and looked at Spike briefly before turning and grabbing plates and forks. "I can't. It's microwave. That I can do."



"So it's rubber food that imitates real food?"



"Something like that." Buffy busied herself and tried to think of anything but her dream. As long as she didn't think about it she was okay. Dinner would distract her. That is if Spike would stop looking at her like that. His hair was dry but had curled in a wild mess on his head. She could see his dark roots lying just below the bleached locks and she had to admit that the look was sexier than the bleach was. His eyes were shining like pale blue crystals and she had to look away. How could anyone just sit there and still be so delicious? Smiling to cover her lust, Buffy served them both before she sat down and tried to eat her meal. Not an easy feat seeing how Spike was becoming a distraction. Just the sight of him was distracting. She'd have to find a way to overcome that. No way could she survive the rest of the month with him if she wanted him this bad already. She wasn't anyone's fling. She'd been there and done that. Had the T-shirt to prove it. And she really wasn't ready to be a rock star's flavor of the month. No matter how hot he was.





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