Title: Summer Lovin'
Author: Midnight Red
Rating: PG-13, might be subject to change.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all, even your pet rock.
Author's Note: Here's the cheerful fic I promised.
Many thanks to all the wonderful people who sent me feedback.
Also, not much plot in this one.
Feedback: Received, Read, Answered & Very Much Appreciated! ;)
***
Summer Lovin', 1/?
***
Giles stared at the letter, hardly believing its contents. So, the council
hadn't forgotten about his slayer. And now they wanted his help. 'Now,
that's a hoot'. He thought.
**
The insidious British man talked on... and on... and on. Frankly, Giles was
very fed up.
"Mr. Giles, it is of *utmost* importance that you and your team re-locate to
the rendezvous point until the prophecy has been fulfilled." said the snotty
man.
Some Mr. Kenbridge or something. He reminded Giles of Wesley. That was a
scary thought indeed.
"Also, remember that you are the only one who shall be aware of the
prophecy"
"I'm just going to take 4 teenagers, and tell them we're going on an
impromptu vacation sponsored by The Council? That's a laugh"
"Exactly. Your tickets are in the mail. The council's depending on you." The
line went dead.
"Why, the little son of a..." muttered Giles. He sighed, a mournful sound in
the quiet of the evening.
"Oh dear, the Caribbean, 4 teenagers, a 150 year old vampire and me, a very
unlucky British watcher. Why does that thought makes me want to hide under
the bed?" said Giles to himself, a very desperate tone in his voice.
**
Willow carefully walked down the hall, a stack of books perilously held in
her hands. Ever so carefully, she nudged the door open with her foot.
As soon as she poked her head into the room, a very excited Slayer assaulted
her. Her books went flying, and if it weren't for her precarious hold on the
doorframe, Willow would have joined them too.
"Whoa, Buff! Hyper much?" she told Buffy, who’s face looked about to split
from all the grinning.
"We're going on a vacation!" she informed Willow proudly.
"We are?"
"Yup!"
"A vacation?"
"That's right! Giles got the tickets today."
"This was Giles's idea? Our Giles?"
"Yup!"
"You sure?"
"Yup!"
"One more 'yup!' and I'll turn you into a rat"
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing. That I'm glad!"
"That we're going, or that Giles is finally joining this century?"
"Both?"
"That's my Willow!" She told Willow, patting her arm. Willow stuck her
tongue out.
***
Xander dropped the phone back in its craddle.
"Anya, we're going on a vacation!" he told her.
"That's great Xander." she said, "Can we go back to having sex? I hate being
interrupted" she told him, a small pout in her face.
"Happy to oblige ma'am" he said, giving her a wink.
***
"Let's go tell Spike!"
"Woah, Willster. I sense deep dark secret"
"Secret? No! No secrets. Secrets bad." stuttered Willow, the tell-tale blush
spreading accross her cheeks.
"Some-body's Got a Crush!" teased Buffy, a big grin on her face. She was
already plotting the 'accidental' set-up in her mind.
***
The damned witch made him uncomfortable. He didn't know how to act, how to
feel, bloody hell, he didn't even know what to say around her! And she was
always looking at him, with that look. Lustful and full of innocence at the
same time. It was intoxicating.
"Vacation? Where to?"
"Good point!" she said, while grinning. "Somewhere in the Caribbean, I
think."
"Caribbean? Sounds good. All that nice ripe blood. Had a nice fruity taste."
"Ah, but *Spikey*, you're neutered!" informed Buffy, an evil smirk in her
lips.
"But *Slayer*, whatever shall ye do. No jumpin' in the sack with commando
boy?"
Buffy's evil smirk turned into a murderous glint.
"Now guys. Let's try not to get killed shall we?" asked Willow.
***
Summer Lovin', 2/?
***
Giles peered at his alarm clock. It couldn't be 5:00 am already! He felt
like he'd just gone to sleep.
Damn.
He reluctantly got on his feet, aware of the fact that 4 very excited
teenagers would arrive at his doorstep in a while. He had to mentally
prepare for that.
'God, what did I do to deserve this? All hormones and rampant emotions' he
muttered, as he gathered his robe, and padded downstairs.
Thinking about the deliciously relaxing cup of tea he failed to notice the
people in his living room.
"Giles! G'Morning" chirped a very cheerful Willow, and proffered a cup of
tea.
Willow, in his kitchen, at 5:00am in the morning. The day started looking
dreary already. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't mind the young
girl's eagerness, but today… he just wanted to throttle her.
Surprised at his train of thought, Giles meekly accepted the cup. He glanced
into his living room. Very bad mistake. Spike sat in his armchair, smoking a
cigarette, while Xander and Anya frolicked in the couch.
"Those two should get a room" he heard Buffy say.
'Damned right' he thought.
Giles then turned to Buffy, his greeting dying in his lips. He
apprehensively glanced at the growing pile of luggage by his doorstep. He
knew who would have to carry most of it.
"Damned council. Should've told 'em to stick that damned prophecy up…"
Giles's non-charitable thoughts were interrupted by the ringing phone. It
was just as well, since Giles's thoughts when mad tend to be very
reminiscent of his Ripper days, and those are a bit… violent.
***
Bloody hell. He was going to be stuck in a bleedin' airplane for almost 5
hours with the Slayer's lackeys. Some vacation. Buffy turned to him, that
evil smirk of hers again on her lips.
"Spikey! Don't you want the window seat? Quite a view." She sweetly told
him.
Laughing, Willow shooed Buffy away. "That's not nice! You'll have Spike
thinking we don't like him!"
"Wills, newsflash: we don't!" Xander informed her with a smile.
"*We* don't, but Willow does!" Buffy said, throwing her a knowing smile.
Willow didn't answer, but ducked her head into her laptop, feigning
ignorance. But, again, that telltale blush spread across her cheeks.
What the hell? So, the little witch likes me, eh? This was bound to be very
interesting, indeed.
***
I can't believe Buffy! She told him! Well, not told him *told* him, but she
knew he'd figure it out!
But… revenge is sweet! Too bad Riley didn't come with us.
***
I hate airplanes. Although I've been told sex in the airplane bathroom is
supposed to be the latest trend. Nah, I like it on a big comfy bed. I guess
some things don't change after a thousand years.
But… on the beach it sure does sound tempting!
***
Sleep.
Must get sleep.
Being up all night with Anya and then having to get up early does not equal
to a good night's rest, or to a conscious Xander.
***
That one looks an awful lot like a Bunny. And look! A chaos demon. And… that
one looks like my 5th grade English teacher. Scary thought.
***
Willow glanced at Buffy, who was currently enraptured in the passing clouds.
Some people are very, very strange.
Across the aisle, Giles was staring at the airplane's ceiling, muttering
what sounded like several expletives not meant for a lady's ears.
Both Xander and Anya were sound asleep.
'No wonder… they go at it like bunnies!' Willow thought with a giggle.
And Spike, well, he was staring straight at her. When her green eyes met his
blue ones, she felt that damned blush creep up again, but she didn't let her
gaze falter. She was quite surprised by the knowing, and quite frankly,
lustful look in his eyes.
She looked down at her hands and then back up at him. He threw her a cocky
grin, and winked.
A very interesting vacation, indeed.
***
Willow and Buffy crowded at the small window, trying to catch a glimpse of
the glittering lights beneath.
"Ahoy, San Juan! Caribbean fun, here we come!" cried a very enthusiastic
Slayer.
***
The harsh lights of the airport were a drastic change from the dimness of
the airplane. Looking around, Giles quickly found their tour guide,
obviously the one with the big sign. He'd always hated those. Throwing them
a wide grin, the man sauntered over.
"Señor Giles?" he asked.
"That's right. Gonzalo, if I'm not mistaken?"
"Si, that's right. Your luggage will be sent directly to the hotel, and we
should get on our way. It's a long drive to El Conquistador."
****
About an hour later, we finally reached the hotel. It's about bloody time. I
just want a soddin' bed.
Of course, sharin' it with Red wouldn't hurt either.
***
Summer Lovin', 3/?
***
Room keys in hand, Giles walked over to where the gang lay waiting. They had
taken over one of the small siting areas in the lobby; numerous luggage lay
around them. Thankfully, the early morning start, flight and long drive to
the hotel had taken its toll on them. Xander and Anya were snuggled in the
loveseat, fast asleep, while Buffy and Willow sat in the sofa, in a
half-aware state of mind. Spike was leaning against a nearby wall, the
ever-present cigarette in his hand.
Clearing his throat, he called out to them, waving the keys. "We're checked
in. Let's get a move on, so we can catch some sleep"
Willow gave him a sleepy grin, having noted his lack of 'stuffiness'. With a
wink, Buffy stage-whispered. "We won't tell them you weren't stuffy for a
moment"
Giles's gaze narrowed, but softened at the sound of Willow's giggles. With a
sigh, he rolled his eyes heavenward. He was putty in their grasping little
hands, and they knew it.
***
After gathering their belongings, they piled onto the elevator.
"Which floor?" asked a half-asleep Xander, who had ended up next to the
elevator buttons.
"Number 8" answered Giles.
"Ewevator go up. Ewevator go down the hooole" mumbled Willow under her
breath.
With a laugh, Buffy and Xander joined in. Spike glanced at the watcher,
wondering just what the bloody hell had possessed them.
"I've learned not to question these things" confided the Englishman.
Nodding, he turned to the group, but refrained from making a comment, as
they had reached the 8th floor.
***
"Well, we have rooms 815, 816, and 817" informed Giles, holding up the room
keys.
"I'm assuming both the 15 & 16 have king-sized beds" whispered Anya to
Xander. Wide-eyed, Xander quickly snatched the key from the Watcher's hand,
pulling Anya along, and resolutely shutting the door behind them.
With a knowing grin, Buffy grabbed the remaining keys, keeping the one to
room 817, and handing the other one to Willow. Before anyone was aware of
what she did, she pulled the watcher into the room, closing the door, and
leaving a speechless witch and laughing vampire behind.
"What the _hell_ just happened?" growled Willow, receiving a surprised
glance from Spike.
"Well, luv, it seems we'll be sharing a room"
"What?!"
Spike threw her a knowing smirk, "Don't worry, pet. I'm sure it won't be so
bad," he said, as he sauntered into the room. Glancing at his swinging
behind, Willow mumbled, "I'm sure it won't...."
***
"NO!"
"But, luv! Please!"
"I said NO!!"
He threw her a pleading glance.
"... No!"
He sighed. "Fine."
"Thanks Spike!" Bounding over to him, she quickly gave him a peck on the
cheek, before disappearing into the bathroom. He stood there for a moment,
transfixed, relishing the phantom warmth her quick kiss had left on his cold
skin.
"The things I do for you, Red..." he mumbled, as he carefully arranged the
pillows on the sofa.
***
She felt guilty, horribly so. Spike had been nothing but nice lately and
here she was making him sleep on the sofa. With a sigh, she turned over. Her
hair, still wet from the shower, brushed against her neck, making her
shiver. She was so mean... and so naive too. Couldn't she behave like a
perfectly reasonable adult, and share the bed with him? Well, she _could_...
But, in that case, there was no way she could keep herself from just...
jumping him. Uttering a frustrated groan, she buried her face in the pillow.
***
Damned witch.
She smelled so utterly delicious, all sweet, and something completely _her_.
So near, yet so far away. If she'd been someone else, he would've said to
hell with 'protocol', and just taken her. But, he couldn't. She was...
special. Everything he'd ever touched ended up screwed up. He didn't want
that to happen with her. Drusilla might have been his insane princess. But,
oh, if Willow let him... he'd make her his Queen.
Biting his lip, he turned over, holding his pillow to his chest. Wishing
that it was she who he held in his arms.
***
