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CHAPTER 4
Who needs sun anyway?



Buffy turned on her stomach and stretched languorously, enjoying the burning hot sun on her back. The rhythmic sound of the ocean was soothing and she’d never felt more relaxed. Feeling someone coming toward her, she looked up, blinking against the glare of the bright sunlight. The most gorgeous male specimen she’d ever seen was coming her way, stalking like a giant cat. Spike.

He was wearing nothing but his black jeans, his bare, sculpted chest glistening with sweat, the golden light of the sun casting a halo around him. His bare feet were digging into the soft sand with every step, slowing him down and making him look like he was on the prowl. God he was sexy.

He stopped when he reached her and crouched down by her head. Reaching out, he brushed back a strand of hair that was sticking to her sweaty forehead. “You’re going to burn that beautiful skin of yours to a crisp, pet.”

She smiled lazily. “Hum, don’t care. Don’t wanna move.”

“Let me take care of that then.” He purred in her ear.

“Yes, please.”

He took the sun tan lotion and squeezed a generous amount on her bare back. The contrast between her burning skin and the cool lotion made her jump and giggle.

“It’s cold!”

“It will get better, believe me.”

And with a stroke of his strong hands, he had her moaning in pleasure. His magic fingers worked the lotion into her tanned skin in slow, sensuous, circles, massaging the tension right out of her muscles. He placed a soft kiss between her shoulder blades while running his hands down her back, all the way down to the top of her bikini bottom. He slipped his thumb teasingly under the elastic band and that simple gesture was enough to make her burn in all the right places.

“Turn around, pet.”

His voice was like pure silk and made her shiver. She obeyed, not caring that she was topless and exposing herself to him.

“You’re beautiful, Buffy. I always dreamed I could see you under the sun.”

The comment made her frown, as if she was trying to remember something important.

“Spike--the sun--why are you not burning? I don‘t understand…”

“It’s not important. Let’s just enjoy the moment while it lasts.”

He put some more lotion in the palm of his hands and rubbed them together before placing them on either side of her small waist. Slowly, he brought them to her stomach and made his way up her torso, stopping right underneath her breasts. He swept his thumbs over her erect nipples, making her arch in his touch, and moan softly. She couldn‘t keep her eyes off of him.

“Spike…”

“Shhh, it’s okay, luv. Just enjoy.”

With a mischievous glint in his blue eyes, he bent down and placed a kiss on her bikini covered sex. She gasped, but he abandoned the pleasurable spot before she could fully enjoy it, leaving her frustrated. Spike went to her feet so he could work on her legs. He put her right ankle on his shoulder and worked his hands down her sweat sleeked, muscular leg. With each down stroke, the tip of his fingers got closer and closer to where she wanted them, until he brushed lightly against the crotch of her bikini bottom.


Her hips rose above the ground, seeking contact desperately but when she opened her eyes again, he was gone.

Buffy woke with a sharp intake of breath and looked around herself wildly, trying to find the man of her dreams. But that’s just what it was: a dream. A very erotic dream featuring Spike. She sat up on the towel, hugging her knees to her chest, still shaken.

For a while, she just sat there, watching children playing in the waves or building sand castles, people jogging along the beach, and surfers showing off. Everyone was having a good time, and she knew she should too, but she couldn’t help feeling a bit lonely. Buffy spotted a couple playing in the shallow water, splashing and chasing each other. They embraced and kissed passionately, and Buffy sighed while thoughts of Spike invaded her brain again.

She couldn’t help but think that he must be feeling lonely all by himself in the room. He was probably watching some crappy show on TV and bored out of his mind. Buffy wasn’t sure if she really believed it or if she was just trying to convince herself, but she couldn’t have cared less. She fished her watch out of her beach bag to see how long she’d been at the beach. It was 1PM. So she’d only been there for an hour and a half. No doubt Spike would wonder why she was back so soon. Maybe if he didn’t look outside, she could convince him that it was raining?

**Screw this.** She thought and started gathering her things, shoving everything in her bag. She pulled on her cargo pants, not bothering with the tank top and left the beach.

She went straight back to the shop. When the man behind the counter saw her, he automatically jumped to the wrong conclusion.

“Something wrong with the camera, miss?”

Buffy smiled. “No, I haven’t even tried it yet. I was just wondering if you have playing cards?”

The man turned around to look on the shelf behind him and turned back holding three different decks of cards wrapped in plastic paper. Buffy laughed when she saw the one with the hot Hawaiian girl with big boobs.

“I’ll get that one, thanks.”

She paid for her purchase and left the store to get back to the room, knowing that Spike wouldn’t say no to a game of poker. With one sweep of the key card, the door opened. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted her. In a matter of seconds, her throat got so dry that it made it hard to swallow, and her cheeks flushed bright red. Her free hand rose to cover her mouth, muffling her gasp of surprise.

The star of her every fantasy was standing there in all his naked glory. He was facing away from her, drying his hair with a white towel. Beads of water were adorning his broad shoulder, and her eyes followed the one single drop running slowly down his spine all the way to his firm ass. Her previously dry mouth started to water at the delectable sight. She was completely transfixed by the way the muscles of his back moved.

And then, he did it. Probably sensing someone behind him, he slowly turned, offering her a full frontal view. If she thought her eyes couldn’t get any wider, she was completely wrong. God, he was the hottest, sexiest man she had ever seen. Everything about him was absolute perfection. Spike was sex on legs, no other words could describe it. She inadvertently gazed south and her cheeks flamed even brighter. Yep, every single part of him was definitely perfect.

Buffy knew she should be doing something sensible. Like closing her eyes, or turning around… Heck, even running away would be a good idea. But she was frozen on the spot, staring at the man in front of her with her mouth agape.

Spike casually reached for his jeans and put them on as if everything was right in the world. As if she wasn’t standing there, burning with embarrassment. Bastard.

“What’s wrong, pet? Cat got your tongue?”

She tried to open her mouth so say something, but only ended up looking like a fish out of the water.

“What are you doing here so early? Weren’t you supposed to be soaking up the Hawaiian sun?”

She tried again, this time with more success although only one word made it past her lips.

“… Cards.”

Spike looked at her with a mix of amusement and curiosity. “Cards?”

Buffy nodded vigorously, grateful for the distraction. “I got cards.”

Spike went to sit on his bed, still giving her a strange look. “Ookay. Still not getting your point.”

Finally, Buffy managed to move, taking a few steps inside the room after closing the door. “I… I got bored so I bought a deck of cards. Thought you could show me how to play poker or something. We could order room service.”

She tossed the plastic wrapped deck of cards on the bed and came to sit in front of him. Her heart was still beating wildly but she managed to regain her composure somehow.

Spike took the cards and unwrapped the plastic cover. “Sure, poker sounds good.”

She watched as his long fingers shuffled the cards expertly, completely missing the amused grin on his face.

“So…” He drawled sexily, making her look up at his face. “Didn’t know you could turn such an interesting shade of red, pet. Like what you saw?”

Buffy narrowed her eyes at him. “Forget Poker. Maybe we should play Asshole instead. I’m sure you’d be really good at it.”

Spike chuckled and passed the cards. Buffy tried to hold back her amusement, but lost the battle.

“Asshole”

“Bitch”

“Jerk”

“Peeping tom”

“Hey!”

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