Summary: A young woman studying in a Catholic school meets a tough, street smart young man serving a sentence in a state youth reformatory, they fall in love and must runaway together to escape the reformatory, the school authorities and their parents. Loosely based on the movie “Fire with Fire”.
Author's Notes: Throughout the story I might use some dialogues you'll recognize either from the movie or from BtVS episodes. Those aren't mine; they belong to the very talented 'Fire and Fire' and 'BtVS' screenwriters.
Rating: NC-17
All the way up the mountain to get to the cabin, Buffy'd been teasing Spike mercilessly over how caring he'd been with the DeSoto when he covered it, and asking him over and over if she should be jealous; all the while she'd kept a very fast pace, while he could hardly answer her without some very heavy panting in between words. Something didn't seem quite right with that picture for him. He'd expected her to be a little less… hmmm, athletic, maybe? Sure she was toned, but where the hell had she gotten the experience to scale as she did if she'd been in a boarding school most of her life? Especially if she was helping him carry about half of the provisions he'd bought.
‘No fair,' Spike thought as he pouted, after having to stop for a minute to catch his breath. ‘I feel like my chest is burnin' ‘n my legs are about to give up ‘n she looks as fresh as if she is takin' a walk in the park.'
“P-pet?” he said shakily; Buffy stopped her ascent and turned towards him, trying to keep a straight face as she noticed how cute he looked all confused and pouty. “Luv, t-this isn't the first time ya've done this, is it?”
“This?” Buffy asked, feigning ignorance even when she knew perfectly well to what Spike was referring to. “As in…?”
“As in you seem to be an expert in climbin' mountains,” Spike said.
Buffy smirked at him. “Ah, that. Well, that's for me to know and for you to find out,” she replied teasingly. “Come on, we don't have all day, baby, or is the big bad too out of shape to continue?”
“I'll give you out of shape,” Spike grumbled under his breath, still panting. “As soon as we get to the cabin, I mean.”
Buffy just smiled brightly at him, before turning around and resume her grueling pace up the mountain. “Promises, promises.”
*~*~*
Somewhere in Northern California
*ring, ring*
“'Ello?” a male voice said.
“Good afternoon, may I speak with Josh Taylor, please?” Hank Summers asked.
“This is Josh Taylor,” the man answered. “Who's this?”
“My name is Hank Summers and you don't know me, but I'm calling you to talk to you about your son… Spike?”
“Spike? Where did ya meet ‘im? Do ya work for the Council? His mother ‘n I ‘ave been tryin' to get in touch with ‘im through the damned ‘onor Council but it ‘as been in vain so far.”
“Hmmm, no, I don't work for any Council and well, to be honest… I don't really know your son,” Hank responded. “But we really need to talk to you. Do you think maybe my wife and I can meet you at your house and talk there? I don't feel that comfortable talking about this over the phone.”
“Well, 'm not sure if I should…”
“Please, Mr. Taylor, I promise my intentions are good and as soon as we talk with you, you'll understand everything.”
“Okay, then. ‘Ow long do ya think it will take you to get ‘ere?”
“Hmm, half an hour tops.”
“We'll be waitin' for ya, then,” Josh replied before hanging the phone and turning to his right to address his ex-wife. “That was a man claimin' ‘e knows somethin' about our son. ‘E ‘n ‘is wife will be ‘ere in about thirty minutes. ‘E sounded sincere, but I think it might be a good idea to contact Ms. Goodday at the Council to see if they've found out anythin' about William?”
“Certainly, Josh,” Anne Taylor worriedly nodded before taking her address book to look for the Council's number and dialed it.
“Good afternoon, may I speak with Rachel Goodday, please? ... Yes, I'll wait… Miss Goodday? This is Anne Taylor, William's mother? … Yes, I wanted to… You were about to call me? Why is that? … He what?! No, I-we… It's just that… Why? … N-no, this can't be happening…” she cried at the phone and Josh picked the conversation from there.
“Ms. Goodday, I'm Josh Taylor, William's father, can ya please tell me what … Are ya absolutely sure about that? … Well, a man just called us ‘ere at ‘ome ‘n said ‘e ‘ad to tell us somethin' about William … ‘is name? ‘Ank Summers, I think… Really? … Well, I guess that's the reason ‘e wants to talk to us then… Please can ya call us as soon as ya find out anythin' else ‘n I promise to do the same after we talk with Mr. Summers… Yes, we'll be ‘ere… Okay, talk to ya later, then… Same to ya, bye,” he hung up the phone and turned towards his ex-wife, who was trying to contain the tears that were already rolling down her face.
“Oh, Josh, what are we going to do now?” Anne threw her arms around her ex-husband, who immediately hugged her tightly, trying to comfort her somehow.
“Don't worry, luv. Miss Goodday said they're already tryin' to locate them ‘n that she'll be in touch with us as soon as any of their leads pans out.”
“Them?”
“Yes, well, it seems that when William escaped from the camp ‘e took a girl along with ‘im. ‘N it might seem that this girl is Mr. Summers' daughter, so I imagine that's why they want to talk to us. I'm just very curious to know ‘ow ‘e found out about us if ‘e ‘asn't been contacted by the Council yet,” he shrugged. “I guess we'll find out soon ‘nough.”
“I completely ruined my son's life by letting Jake take him to that camp, didn't I?” Anne said before dejectedly sitting on the sofa.
“Now, Anne, we don't know that…”
“I do know, Josh. I know that I should have been a better mother and I just pray that I have the chance to correct all the mistakes I made with him… and with you.”
“If anyone is at fault ‘ere, it's me, Anne. You think I don't regret ‘ow things ‘appened? I keep thinkin' over ‘n over, day after day, that maybe if I ‘adn't moved us to the States, if I ‘adn't spent so much time workin', if I ‘ad shared more of my free time with ya, if I ‘adn't left ya alone so many times, broken so many promises, maybe then ya wouldn't ‘ad fallen for Jake when ‘e appeared, leavin' with him ‘n takin' William with ya…” his voice broke and he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, as he tried to gather his bearings, it wouldn't do to fall apart now, not when Anne and William needed him. After he felt more in control of his emotions, he sat next to his ex-wife on the sofa and took her hands between his, gazing into her blue eyes. “I know we've both made mistakes, but hopefully we'll have a chance to rectify them, yeah?” He smiled when he noticed Anne smiling slightly as she nodded heartily. “'N whatever happens, whatever this man ‘n ‘is wife tell us, we'll find the way to make it all better for William ‘n for us; if we're together I just know we can make it.”
*~*~*
Back on the mountain…
Spike exhaled a relieved sigh when he finally saw the cabin from afar. He hadn't said anything to Buffy, but he'd been scared at first of what they'd do if the cabin hadn't been there anymore. He was prepared to camp outdoors, as he had done so many times before when he'd went camping with his dad, but he hadn't known that Buffy would be in her element out in the wilderness, even more so than he ever had been. She was truly amazing, she hadn't nagged or complained, never asked for a rest —unlike him, but he imagined it would have been much worse if he hadn't stopped smoking after he met her at the pond. In fact, she'd been beaming that gorgeous smile of hers at him whenever she'd seen him struggling to keep up with her.
He was still panting heavily when they reached the cabin's door, asking her to wait a bit while he checked if the cabin was in conditions to be habited. Luckily for them, it was. There even was a good provision of logs for the fireplace, which was providential since he knew firsthand how cold it could get there at night. He brought their things into the cabin, tidying it up a bit and starting a fire after checking that the fireplace was in working order, before going outside to get Buffy.
Buffy was standing a bit away from the cabin, seemingly awestruck by the view of the sunset and the marvelous play of colors reflected in the sky as the day began giving way to the night, and she started a little when he embraced her from behind and pulled her to him, before turning in his arms to press a kiss on his lips.
“Thank you,” she said.
“For what, luv?”
“For not leaving me behind,” she replied, burying her face in his chest.
“As if I would ever do that, luv.” He pulled her away a little and putting his finger under her chin, he lifted her face to his. “I couldn't live without ya now, Buffy; ya're in my blood, ya're in my mind, in my ‘eart, everywhere.”
“Oh, Spike, that's so beautiful.” She beamed at him. “I feel the same way, you know?”
“Yeah?”
“Hell, yeah! I imagine escaping with you should have clued you in on that, though,” she said as she lifted one of her brows at him. “Didn't it?”
“It did, I just like messin' ‘round with ya.”
Buffy pouted at him and he couldn't resist the pull that attracted him to her like a magnet. “Oh, look at that lip, gonna get it…” he trailed as he captured her lips with his in a short but passionate kiss. He pulled away too soon though, before they had a chance to get too carried away, smiling when Buffy protested when he stopped, before surprising her by putting one of his arms under her knees and the other around her upper back, effectively lifting her from the floor, saying, “Okay, princess, are ya ready to enter your palace?”
“Our,” she said.
“Our palace, yeah, that sounds just about right,” Spike responded, crossing the threshold with her in arms. “Someday I'll do this again, sweetheart… the day we marry,” he added after she threw him a confused look.
She smiled brightly at that, responding, “Can't wait for that day. Oh, Spike,” Buffy said as he put her down in the floor and she appraised the cabin. “It is so much better than I expected. Oh, and look at the fireplace, I've always wanted to have a fireplace. Can we eat in front of it tonight?” She looked at him expectantly.
“Yeah, ‘f course we can, everythin' ya want, luv,” Spike answered, very relieved by her enthusiasm.He truly hadn't expected it from her. He was sure she had never been in a place like this before, but she was being an incredibly good sport about the whole thing, he just hoped that didn't change as time passed by.
* ~ * ~ *
A little while later…
“This meal was simply scrumptious, Spike. Who would have thought that you could cook so well?” Buffy said teasingly, as she put down her paper plate on the floor and stretched luxuriously. They were sitting over the plush sleeping bags that Spike had settled in front of the fireplace.
“Well, that's just one of my many talents, luv,” Spike replied, his hungry eyes following each of her movements.
“One of them? What other talents are you hiding from me, Mr. Taylor?” Buffy asked coyly.
“Well, Miss Summers, as a very wise girl told me earlier, that's for me to know ‘n for ya to find out,” he teased her back and then he winked at her, before putting his paper plate over hers and moving closer to her. “'Ow is it possible that ya get more beautiful every time I see ya?”
“I don't know,” Buffy said, blushing under his intent gaze. “I think you might need glasses, though.” She smiled shyly.
He snorted. “Not likely. 'Aven't ya seen yourself in a mirror, luv?” he asked, gazing deeply into her green eyes. “Your eyes, your ‘air,” he added, moving his hand over her hair as he said that. “Your lips.” He kissed her lightly, not able to contain himself anymore. “Ya, all of ya, perfect,” he said before lowering her down until she lied over the sleeping bags, covering her with his body and kissing her, until they were breathless. “I wanna worship ya, luv, like ya deserve to be worshiped, would ya let me?”
She nodded, feeling incapable of voicing her answer as she fell under the spell of his blue eyes.
He kissed her again then, hungrily, like he had wanted to kiss her ever since he saw her for the first time. This was different than the first time at the crypt; that was rushed, even if he had tried not to rush it. They hadn't had time to explore each other as he would have liked. They had time now, there was no danger that anyone might intrude this time.
Buffy was so sweet and pliant in his arms, emitting those little moans and gasps that he'd loved so much that first time and driving him crazy as her hands traveled up and down his back. How was it that the most innocent of touches from her could excite him more than anything had before? ‘It must be because it's her,' he mused, before forgetting all about it as he began trailing kisses down her jaw and then up to her earlobe, which he took into his lips, nibbling on it and relishing in the feel of Buffy shivering at his actions.
Buffy was lost in the sensations that Spike was creating within her, she felt as if she was on fire, she could feel her body burning wherever he'd posed his gaze upon, kissed and nibbled her. She never imagined that she could ever feel like this. She felt as if she couldn't get enough of him, even if she wasn't exactly sure of what to do about it. So, while she tried to gather her courage to explore him further, she contented herself with threading her hands lovingly in his hair or lowering them down his back, caressing him lightly.
Meanwhile, Spike alternatively kissed, nibbled and planted little bites down her throat, until Buffy was writhing under him, trying to make him move away so she could sit. He was about to protest when he noticed that she was tugging on his t-shirt to take it off of him, so he helped her and then he took her top off, too. His gaze lingered lustfully on her luscious curves as his hands moved eagerly to cover her breasts while his lips returned to claim her mouth once again.
After a few moments, Spike once again began kissing his way down her throat and shoulders, as he began lowering the straps of her bra with his hands and then he deftly unfastened the front clasp, pulling the cups away to leave her breasts uncovered for his perusal. He looked at her face and couldn't stop the proud smirk that graced his lips when he noticed her eyes darkened with lust trained unfocusely on him.
He lowered his head and taking a nipple on his mouth, he licked, nipped and sucked on it while he fondled the other with one of his hands.
Buffy thrashed her head on their makeshift bed while she moaned her pleasure and held his head closer to her, feeling all the delicious things he was doing to her all the way down to her toes. She was so engrossed in all the sensations he was eliciting in her that she didn't notice that Spike had unfastened her jeans until he pulled them down her hips, right along with her already quite wet panties.
He continued to move down, taking her shoes and her socks off and then continuing with her jeans and panties, until she was completely naked in front of him.
“God, ya're so gorgeous, my love, every little bit of ya is,” he murmured huskily, before moving between her legs and after separating them a little, he dived into her pussy, licking a path up and down her slit before taking her clit into his mouth and feasting on her; until she was mindless with lust, taking her over the edge harder than she'd experienced that first time when the pleasure had been mixed with the sweet pain of her first time.
Spike had tried to hold his own passion in check during their loving, determined as he was that he would give her all the pleasure he could, but her sweet cries and moans of rapture, inflamed him further than he ever thought possible; so, while she recovered from her orgasm, he hurriedly took off his own jeans, boots and socks and took a condom out of one of the bags that contained their provisions. Then, he lowered himself on top of her; putting the brunt of his weight on his arms so he wouldn't crush his beautiful girl. All the while, Buffy looked at him with wonder and curiosity and more than a touch of lust, which made him remember that his girl was still very new at this and he had to go slow.
So, he claimed her lips with his, tangling his tongue with hers, while stoking the fire of passion once again in her, until she couldn't take it any more and forgetting all of her initial hesitance, she took his cock in her hands, instinctively pumping it up and down, until Spike felt that he was going to explode and stopped her.
“Buffy, luv, give me a minute,” he said trying to control himself.
“Why?” she asked bewildered and more than a little unsure. “Did I-I do something wrong? I didn't mean to, I just thought you might like...”
Spike chuckled and give her a sweet kiss in her lips, delighted with her innocence, “Ya definitely didn't do anythin' wrong, luv. In fact, it was so good that I just about lost all control there.”
“Really?” Buffy smiled flirtatiously, her self-confidence returning quickly after his reassuring words. “Well, I like the idea of losing control with you, Mr. Taylor. Now, what are you going to do about that?”
He smirked at her and after he put the condom on, he guided her hand to help him position himself at her entrance, pushing in slowly inside her, clenching his teeth as he felt her vaginal muscles clamping down on him. They both shuddered when he was finally sheathed completely inside of her, staying still for a minute while they both got used to the feel of the other, while looking deeply into each other's eyes.
When he felt he was about to go crazy if he didn't move, she experimentally began moving her hips. Taking this as a sign that she was ready, he began thrusting in her; slowly at first and picking up speed as she began moving with him, pleading him to give her more, to give her everything, until they both exploded in a myriad of sensations and love.
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