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Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, they belong to Joss and co. I'm just borrowing them for my little war games, and I'll put them back when I'm done!
Author's Notes: I love to get feedback, so please send me comments! Dedicated to all my friends at the BC&S message board, especially Max, who's all for Buffy and Spike, as long as he can have Drusilla!
Part 1
"Here we are!" Faith said, already getting out of her seat as the bus neared their stop. Buffy followed suit, grabbing her suitcase from above. "A holiday. Exactly what we both need!"
"No disagreeing on that one. Ok, let's check in!"
They made their way down to the front of the bus, and got out. Directions then sent them down a windy little lane to their right. And there it was. Once that was done, they found themselves standing infront of a yellow stucco house. It had two floors, ground and first, but also an attic conversion, which added enough rooms to make the place eligable for a small bed and breakfast. The girls walked through the door, and up to the small counter in the hall way. There, a short quite chubby woman was sitting reading a romance novel.
"Mrs Rosenburg?" Buffy asked. They had come here, because it was run by an Aunt of Willow's, mainly. Also because it wasn't too far away!
"Yes, dear," She said, putting the book down on the counter. "You must be Buffy and Faith. Nice to meet you. I've heard such alot about you!" The two girls just smiled, and glanced briefly at each other. "You both have rooms on the first floor. The last two, as a matter of fact. I've tried to get them together, but they're a corridor apart. Hope you don't mind. We seem to be rather full, for the time of year!"
"Nah, we don't mind." Faith said.
"Well, it's rooms one and three. Buffy, dear, I might warn you. The guy next door to you is a bit of a night owl. Just so you don't loose any sleep."
"Oh, I'm a bit of a night owl myself, Mrs Rosenburg."
They made their way up the wooden stairs. The very creaky wooden stairs. Faith's was first room on the list, number one. A spacious room, with a single bed, and the nicest white cotton duvet. Buffy's was the same, just down the corridor, but one difference.
"A double bed? What have they gone and given me one of those for?!"
"Well, she said they were the only rooms left. Don't wanna swap, do ya?" Faith looked hopeful.
"Hey, I didn't say I didn't want it. I like having my bedroom space. So, what do we do. And please don't say slaying. It gets boring after a while."
"Well," Faith sat on the bed next to her, "I don't know about you, but I, for one, brought my party clothes, and noticed a pub-club of some sort about five minutes walk down the road. How about?"
"You mean the Copper Beach? Yeah, Will said it's cool. I'll get showered and changed and stuff, and meet you down stairs at about," She looked at her watch, which said six o'clock, "Seven-ish?"
"You bet, girl friend. I'll see you then. Oh, I am so in the mood to party." Buffy watched as Faith shimmied down the corridor, chatting up some guy going into his room as she went. Buffy took a towel, and headed straight for the shower.
Spike looked up from his very comfortable single bed, and out of the window. The Sun had finally gone down. Maybe now his holiday could start. He got up slowly, still drowsy, and with one heck of a hangover, and put some jeans on. Although, not before hearing his tummy growl, and the shower in the bathroom he shared.
"Hmm, bed and breakfast!" He whispered to himself, walking out of the door, and removing the 'Do not Disturb' sign as he went. He tried the handle of the bathroom and found, best of luck, that it was open. 'My God,' he though, 'This one's really asking for it.' He walked quietly into the room. The shower was clear glass, but it was steamed, making his view kind of un-even. What he did see, though, was a very shapely woman with maybe dark blonde hair.
Trying to be silent, he stepped closer to the shower. She heard him though, and called above the noise of the water, "Faith? That you?" Spike smiled. That was a familiar voice. When Spike didn't answer, she drew back the compartment slightly, and stuck her head out. That beautiful blonde hair of hers was darkened by the water, and stuck in tendrils to her neck and shoulders.
Spike had never seen her quite so.....naked, before. "Hel-lo, Slayer" He said with a wide grin.
"Spike?! What the hell are you doing here. No, don't answer that. I know exactly what you're doing here, but you ain't gonna do it, cause I'm not going to give you the chance."
She went back in briefly to turn off the shower and ring out her hair. "Towel, please?" She said, sticking out an arm. Spike passed her a hand towel he found in one of those silly ring-holders. "Very funny, Spike. A bathtowel? This is gonna cover nothing but my hair!"
"If I'm lucky!" He retorted, follow by 'What the...' in his head. 'Spike, why are you flirting with the Slayer, as apposed to eating her?' He asked himself, but couldn't come up with a good answer, so he passed her the towel she wanted. The glass had got a little less steamy, and he could see her wrap her towel around herself, with her back to him. And bloody hell, did she have a body? 'But', he said in his head, 'I suppose that's what comes of being the chosen one!'
Buffy pushed back the doors. She was now a little better covered up. Her hair was wrapped in a white handtowel, with just a few wisps left down, refusing to leave her neck. She was covered from chest to mid-thighs with a pinky-peach bath towel, held in place with a tuck. She stepped gracefully out, and stood expectantly infront of him with her arms crossed. When he said nothing, she broke the silence, "I must admit, this is the absolute last place I expected to come across you!"
"Holidays. Bring you to the middle of the small world!"
"If you say so. But how did you come to be in my bathroom?"
"I heard the shower going, and hoped for breakfast! I didn't know you were here. Just arrived, or something?"
"Yeah. And I'm going out in about..." She checked the small clock on the window sill, "Half an hour. I suppose you could tag along."
He smiled. Her tone was just too casual. He shoved his hands into his pocket, and made it look like he was considering. After long deliberation, he replied, "Yeah. Ok, then. Where to?"
"The Copper Beach. There is to be one understanding: you don't feed infront of me, or my friend, if you have to feed at all." She started out of the bathroom, but he was standing in the doorway.
"And what friend is this? Male? Angel?"
She cast her eyes down at the mention of Angel's name. He had told her that they couldn't be together, and left. It was time to find a replacement. "Ok, Faith, no and no. I just thought I might warn you. She's a slayer, too! And a good one. She doesn't show mercy like I do. Watch your back." She walked into the doorway with him, with every intention to go through, but she couldn't. She slowly turned to look at him. Their closeness, she knew, should have made her uncomfortable. But it just didn't.
Spike looked deep into those round blue eyes. Eyes he felt lost in. He couldn't resist but raise a hand to her cheek. She didn't flinch at his touch, and her skin was still wet from the shower. They both leaned gently forward, Buffy letting her eyes flutter closed.
"Hey, girlfriend!" Faith jumped up beside them, and lay a hand on her shoulder. They both jumped, and Spike snapped his hand away. He tried not to look, but he could see that Buffy was blushing. "Oh, bad timing, yeah?"
"Oh, no, not at all. Um, Faith, this is an old, er, friend, Spike. Spike this is Faith." Buffy desperately searched for something other than either of them to look at.
"Hey, Spike. Never heard you mentioned before. But, still, great to meet you."
"Yeah, hi. Um, I'd better be going." He turned, and attempted a retreat back to his room.
"Wait," Faith called behind him, "Your'e coming to the Copper Beach with us, aren't ya?"
Spike thought for a beat, then turned, and smiled directly at Buffy. "I wouldn't miss it. See you, ducks!" He wandered into his room, closing the door behind him.
The two Slayers walked into Buffy's room. Faith sat on the bed, while Buffy set about drying her hair. "Spike. Cute. Elligable?"
Buffy gave her a look. "As far as I know..."