February 16^th, 2003:

“Wake up, luv,” Spike whispered to Buffy as he bit down slightly on her earlobe. Buffy moaned sleepily and rolled away from him. “Com’on now, time to get up. Got a surprise for you . . .”

“I’ve seen your ‘surprise’, Spike. Sleep now, surprise later . . .” Buffy said, pulling the covers over her head.

“Not that surprise, luv. Com’on then – up you go!” Spike said as he pulled the covers off her and tossed them on the floor.

“Spike! Have you lost your mind!?” Buffy was awake now and not happy about it. “It’s six am!”

“Here ya’ go,” he said, tossing her clothes on the bed next to her. “Get dressed. Gotta go out in the cold for your surprise.”

Buffy sighed and shook her head but started pulling on the clothes that he’d thrown to her.

“It’s fucking cold out here, Spike!” Buffy informed him as they walked down a path next to the lake. “This better be good!”

“It is,” he said. “Trust me.”

After about a mile, the trail split. Spike took the path that lead to the right, away from the edge of the lake. After only about fifty feet, they came to an entrance to a cave. Buffy looked at him curiously, but entered in front of him as he stepped to the side and waved his arm for her to go first. Inside, she had to admit, was a wonderful surprise.

It was an underground hot spring. The water was a crystal aquamarine color with steam rising from it, warming the whole cave. There were candles in groups around the cave, giving the whole place a heavenly glow and casting shadows on the stalactites that hung from the ceiling. Off to one side, there were thick, heavy quilts laid out on the floor of the cavern along with a large picnic basket and champagne chilling in an ice bucket.

“Didn’t have time for a proper anniversary gift, luv,” Spike whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Happy Anniversary.”

“Oh, God, Spike . . . it’s beautiful!” she said, turning to face him. “This is what Annie was talking about – warm water . . .” she realized. “And why the lake isn’t frozen.”

Spike nodded. “And we have it all to ourselves for the whole day.” He bent down and took her mouth in a soft kiss, nibbling at her bottom lip as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. Spike wrapped his arms around her, picked her up off her feet and carried her over to the quilts that were laid out on the floor of the cavern.

Setting her back down, he pulled away from the kiss and began unbuttoning her heavy coat. Dropping it to the floor, he pulled her sweatshirt and t-shirt off over her head to reveal her bare breasts. He bent down and circled one nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Buffy moaned as her hands when to this head and her back arched, pressing her breast harder against his heavenly mouth.

Spike slid his hands down her sides and then to the snap on her jeans; pulling it undone and sliding the zipper down. He slid his fingers under her jeans and panties, down to her wet mound – pressing between her folds until he found her most sensitive spot. Buffy bucked against him when he hit her clit with his finger.

“God, Spike . . .” she moaned as he pressed harder against her clit with his finger and nibbled lightly with his teeth on her hard nipple. Spike pulled his finger away and slid both hands down her hips, dropping her jeans in a pile around her ankles. Buffy toed her boots off and kicked out of her jeans as she pulled Spike up and away from her breast.

Buffy slid her hands under his duster and dropped it off his shoulders and onto the floor before pulling his t-shirt over his head to reveal his soft alabaster skin and hard body. She trailed her fingers in light touches down his chest to his belt. Buffy tugged it loose, unbuttoned his jeans and released his erection from its prison. Spike shed his boots and jeans as Buffy had, then took her by the hand and led her into the warm water.

He led the way across the open expanse of crystal clear water to the other side of the cavern, where the warm water bubbled up from the earth. Soon, they were in the middle of millions of tiny air bubbles rising up through the water and tickling their skin. Spike pulled her into his arms and started raining tiny, butterfly kisses over her mouth and face which matched the soft touches from the bubbles that enveloped their bodies.

Buffy moaned and closed her eyes, just letting the unbelievable sensations of the warm water, the soft bubbles and Spike’s strong arms around her take over. Spike stopped kissing her and she opened her eyes to find him just looking at her, like he’d never seen anything so beautiful before.

“You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever known,” he whispered to her before capturing her lips in a kiss, his tongue pressed between her lips and into the warm heat of her mouth to taste her. He moved with her in his arms, taking her over to the side of the spring, stopping in chest deep water where the bubbles and water flowed the strongest. Lifting one of her legs with one hand, he spread her pussy’s outer lips with the other, and let the bubbles and water flow against her sensitive nub.

“Oh, God!” Buffy exclaimed as the hard flowing water and soft bubbles washed over her pussy and all the way up her body – pleasuring every inch of her skin. “Need you,” she whispered to Spike. “Need you in me.”

Spike turned her in his arms so her ass was to him and brought one of her hands down to replace his on her pussy. Buffy held to the side of the spring with the other hand as Spike bent her forward and slid his cock down the crack of her ass to her slick cunt. Buffy gasped as he pressed in. The contradictions of his hard cock pressing into her and the pliant water and feathery bubbles washing over her overwhelmed Buffy and she came immediately – bucking back against him and taking his length into her in one thrust.

Spike felt her small orgasm as she bucked backwards and took him in – her pussy squeezing tight around his rod. He closed his eyes a moment and stilled his hips to keep from coming himself, before starting to slowly pull out of her. The bubbles were engulfing him, as well . . . tickling up his legs and over his balls like a hundred soft fingers. When he pulled out, the bubbles surrounded his cock and he moaned at the sensation. He felt the same contradictions that Buffy was feeling, with her tight cunt squeezing hard around him one moment and the bubbles licking softly at his rod the next.

“God Buffy,” he said, his voice deep with desire, as he pressed back into her.

“Fuck me, Spike . . .” Buffy said.

Spike increased the rhythm, holding her by the hips and pulling her ass back against him hard as he thrust forward into her.

“YES! God, Spike! YES BABY!” Buffy screamed as he slammed his cock into her heat. “HARDER!” she demanded and he fucked her harder yet.

“Cum for me! God, scream for me, Buffy!” he demanded as he continued to bang in and out of her heat.

Buffy could feel her orgasm building from deep within her. She moved her hand, replacing the soft touches of the bubbles with her hard fingers on her clit. The change in sensation sent her over the edge, and her building orgasm suddenly exploded through her body. Her channel tightened hard around Spike’s cock as he continued thrusting into her from behind and she released a long, soul piercing scream as her whole body convulsed and writhed in pure ecstasy.

“GOD, YES BUFFY! Fuck! Bloody fucking CHRIST!” Spike screamed as her channel tightened fiercely around his cock. The bubbles still licked at his balls as he slammed into her one last time with a roar of his own, spilling his cum deep within her.

Buffy held to the side of the spring with both hands now, gasping for breath and trying to stay upright in the water as her orgasm faded. Spike released her hips and reached around her, taking her hard nipples between his fingers, causing her breath to catch and her hips to buck against him. “God Spike! God, God, God!” she exclaimed as rivers of pleasure rippled over her body like the bubbles that were still tickling her skin.

Spike leaned forward, so his chest was against her back and his mouth next to her ear. “So glad we can have these little prayer meetin’s, Slayer. Communin’ with God and all – it’s good for the soul.”

“So is baptism,” Buffy whispered back with a sly smile as she pushed off the rocks she was holding on to and sent them both backwards and under the crystal clear water. Spike held onto her under the water, spinning her around in his arms until she was facing him. He wrapped his arms around her and captured her lips in a wet kiss as he pushed off the bottom of the spring with his legs and took them up. Buffy gasped for air when they broke the surface of the water, breaking the kiss, but staying locked in his arms.

Buffy wrapped her own arms around his neck and her legs around his slim hips, holding him as tightly as he held her. “You are evil, William Weckerly. Evil, evil, evil. You know what that means, don’t you?” she asked as a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “More prayer meetings.”

“Definitely,” Spike agreed, capturing her lips in another hungry kiss. “Lots more communin’s in order,” he murmured into her mouth as his cock began to harden again.

**~**

After a day of "communing with God", drinking Champagne and eating some of the most delicious hors d'oeuvres and heavenly chocolate truffles she’d ever tasted, Buffy and Spike headed back to the cabin around nine that night.

Walking up the steps to the back deck they could hear someone playing a guitar and singing. When they got to the deck, they found that Lindsey was providing the music while Xander, Anya and the five Coven witches sat around a crackling fire in the fire pit, roasting marshmallows and listening.

Buffy and Spike stopped in back of the group and listened while Lindsey started the next song. As Lindsey sang, Spike, who was standing behind Buffy, wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him. Swaying their hips in time with the music, he leaned down and trailed his tongue along her neck, up from her shoulder to her earlobe. She still tasted like the Champagne that he’d dribbled on her earlier, when he had used her body as his chalice and licked the sweet liquid from her golden skin.

“No truer words ever been said,” he murmured into her ear, pressing his body even harder against hers as the song ended. "You're more than I deserve, Buffy."

Lindsey was just starting into the next song when Willow came out onto the deck. “Hi guys! We’re here!” she said to the whole group.

Buffy turned around and dropped a kiss on Spike’s lips before moving out of his embrace towards her friend. “Hi Will! Was the trip bad?” Buffy asked as she gave her friend a hug.

“Well, not too bad, Wesley and Giles had some disagreements about the route – you know Watchers! They always think their way is the best way! But, no big – we made it!” Willow told her with a smile. “So, what’s the emergency that you needed us all for?”

The first day Buffy and Spike were there, after watching the Potentials training, Buffy had called Willow and told her to bring Tara, Faith, Giles and Wesley – they needed to have a Scooby meeting as soon as possible.

“Are you guys up for it now? It can’t wait ‘til morning if you’re tired,” Buffy told her.

“No, we’re good – everyone’s just curious is all . . .” Willow replied.

“Ok – I’ll grab Xander and Anya and meet you in the conference room in ten,” Buffy told her. Turning back to Spike, she asked him to retrieve the scythe from the car and meet them in the conference room with it. Then she motioned to Xander and Anya, who were still sitting near the fire, to come with her.

**~**

“So, that’s my plan,” Buffy was saying to the group that gathered in the conference room. “What do you think?”

When no one answered right away, Buffy prodded, “Giles? What about you? What do you think?”

Giles removed his glasses and cleaned them with his handkerchief. “Well, it’s certainly unprecedented,” he started before putting his glasses back on and meeting her eyes. “It’s bloody brilliant is what it is!”

Buffy smiled and let out a breath she hadn’t been aware she was holding.

Willow touched the scythe that lay on the table. “Buffy, I don’t know. I don’t feel any magic in it at all . . . are you sure?”

“Totally sure – ask Faith!” Buffy looked at Faith for confirmation that the scythe had some kind of power – it was something more than just a weapon.

Faith nodded her agreement. “Yeah, it just sorta hums in your hand – you feel like you could take down Goliath with it,” she said, picking it up in both hands.

“It must be a Slayer thing, I guess,” Willow said with a shrug.

“So, do you think we can do it? Channel the power and give all the Potentials full Slayer strength?” Buffy asked her friend.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna talk to the Coven about it and see what they think the best spell would be – but, yeah – I think we can do it,” Willow answered.

Buffy visibly brightened. “Excellent! Then we won’t have to worry about them getting shot in a barrel!”

Everyone, except Spike, looked at her like she’d lost her mind . . . Spike knew what she meant. At their confused looks, Buffy said, “I mean, they’ll be able to take care of themselves. The First can send Harbingers or preachers or whatever and they’ll be able to handle it!”

Wesley addressed Faith, “What do you think?”

“I’m five by five! Hell, I can take a vacation! I hear there are some beaches on the French Riviera that are smokin’!” Faith said with a sly smile and a slight swivel of her hips.

“Great! It’s settled then! When can you be ready to try it, Will?” Buffy asked.

“I don’t know – maybe tomorrow afternoon?” Willow looked at Tara, who nodded her agreement.