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He's just not that into you	By : charlemagne4ever Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 2272 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He's just not that into you Part II:
Wear and Tear
by Charlie
Author's note:

Here's the second (and final) part of this fic. I was challenged to write this - it had to have a National Park, Spike, Buffy, and, yes, it was part of the challenge that this was to be a first time.

This one's for my friend Mariana, one of the strongest women I know. Hope this'll make up for my being so busy lately.
Buffy Summers was at wits end. They had been hiking through Yellowstone National Park for endless hours, with heavy backpacks, through the rain. Xander and Anya did not seem to mind the weather, now and again they would stop for a "Singing in the rain" interlude Fred and Ginger style. Willow and Tara walked in silence most of the time, but occasionally they exchanged a meaningful look and a smile. Spike's cousin Wesley and his girlfriend Winifred were even worse. Wesley was carrying both his own baggage and Fred's without saying a word, and Fred kept batting her eyelashes at him like a lovesick teenager. That is, when she took a breath and stopped talking for a moment. Buffy was still upset with Amy cancelling the trip at the very last moment, which had left Buffy the only single girl in the group. Spike's expression was neutral. He never laughed, but he never complained either.

It was pouring with rain, but Anya had insisted on seeing Old Faithful, and it was still a long way to go through the mud and the sluice.

"Do we really have to see Old Faithful today?" Buffy asked carefully.

"Of course!" Anya said enthusiastically, "Old Faithful is the most important visitor's attraction! It erupts more frequently than any other geyser, it is spectacular, beautiful, reliable --- it's the most American place to be! It represents all values of our constitution."

Buffy rolled her eyes. You could tell that Anya's birthday was the fourth of July. Sometimes Buffy wanted to strangle Anya with a star-spangled banner. "What's the point of seeing an old geyser erupt with water when there's water all around you?" Buffy murmured miserably.

"That it's boiling water," Spike replied helpfully. There was a hint of amusement to his tone.

"Thank you very much," Buffy said sarcastically. But, hey, this was an improvement - he was talking to her!

Anya cast them a dirty look.

"The backpacks are really heavy, and we've come a long way today," Buffy commented.

Anya shrugged. "You were the one going all nutritionist on us, it was you who suggested bringing all these different foods!"

"Sorry, you can't go hiking and camping with just a few candy bars and a bottle of coke!" Buffy said, a little upset. It had taken her ages to work out the perfect food plan for the vacation, and instead of a word of thanks, Anya was telling her that it was her fault if her backpack was too heavy.

"Why don't we go to West Thumb? It's way closer, and there is a geyser basin, too," Buffy suggested hopefully.

Anya shook her head. "No! I want to see Old Faithful!"

"Of course we go and see Old Faithful," Xander tried to calm down his girlfriend. "End of discussion!"

Anya looked pleased.

So they kept on walking in silence, the pouring rain and their steps on the muddy earth the only sounds.

Buffy's steps became heavier every minute.

"Hey guys, can we speed up a bit? It's getting late, and I want to be in the Old Faithful area before dark!" Anya shouted.

Longingly, Buffy's gaze traveled towards a sign. "GRANT VILLAGE 2 miles". And then, the magic words: "Campground. Showers."

"That's it," Buffy said with determination, "I'm not going to Old Faithful today. We're almost at Grand Village, they have a campground, they have showers, I'm staying here. I could catch up with you guys tomorrow."

"No way," Xander said, "I'm not leaving my sister alone in the wilderness. We stay together, no one's left behind."

"What do you think could happen, that I get stalked by vampires?" Buffy laughed. "I'm a big girl, Xander, I can take care of myself."

"What if you stumble and break a leg?" Xander suggested. "No one stays behind alone."

"Then we all stay," Wesley suggested, eliciting a cry of protest from Anya.

"I could go to Grant Village with Buffy," Spike suggested. "I've been to Yellowstone before, I know my way around the park. And Old Faithful isn't all that spectacular the second time around."

"You sure you don't mind?" Xander asked.

Spike shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. We go to Grant Village, have a hot shower, spend the night..." At Xander's shocked expression and Buffy's surprised look, Spike corrected himself immediately. "I mean, Buffy can have a hot shower, and then we put up two tents and spend the night at Grant Village campsite, everyone in their own tent, of course, and then we'll catch up with you tomorrow." He raised an eyebrow at Buffy. "Would that be acceptable?"

The butterflies in Buffy's stomach were too upset to allow her to talk, so she nodded.

"Now that's settled, can we please MOVE?" Anya asked cheerfully.

"Want my map?" Xander asked.

Spike made a dismissive gesture. "No thanks, mate. We're not far from Grant Village, and I know a cut."

"Xander," Anya urged him on.

"All right, if you insist," Xander finally agreed.

Xander and Anya exchanged a satisfied smile.

Xander shrugged and kissed Buffy's cheek. "Take care, Buff. And don't do anything I would do." He winked at her, then shouldered his backpack and went off with the others.

Buffy could not believe her luck.
*
Buffy could not believe it. They had been walking through woods and wilderness in the rain for three hours since the group had split, it was getting darker with each passing moment, and still no sign of Grant Village.

"Aren't we there yet?" Buffy asked with more than just a bit of irritation.

"Any minute," Spike reassured her.

"You've been saying that for an hour," Buffy replied sourly. Was she mistaken or were they passing the same tree for the third time? But who could tell if all trees looked the same?

"You're lost," Buffy said dryly, "You may as well admit it."

"Bloody hell, I'm not LOST," Spike protested.

"So much for your 'cut'," Buffy replied. "We've been walking in a circle for three hours, and it's getting dark!"

"Will you shut your gob, we're almost there!" Spike exploded.

Wordlessly, Buffy pointed at a sign right in front of them:

"GRANT VILLAGE 2 miles. Campground. Showers."

Spike stared at the sign for a long moment, devastated. The rain was still pouring down on him, his spiky hairdo was totally soaked, as were his clothes and backpack. He looked like a drowned rat."All right, we've been walking in a circle." He pointed at the sign insistently. "But I'm not lost!"

Buffy grinned. "Of course not. You know that Grant Village is 2 miles into that direction." She walked a few steps away into the woods, put down her backpack and knelt down on the soppy ground.

"What are you doing?" Spike inquired.

"I'm setting up my tent," Buffy said.

"Here?"

"It's getting dark quickly, and we won't make it to Grant Village today, so we might as well stay here. I'm tired, and I'm so soaked that I don't care about a shower any more, I just want to sleep!"

"Wild camping isn't permitted in Yellowstone, Buffy," Spike said warningly.

Buffy shrugged. "Have a better idea?"

For lack of a better idea, Spike started setting up his own tent.

With a pleased smile, Buffy watched him from the corner of her vision, noticing that he was struggling to remember which part of the tent belonged where, but was too proud to ask.

"Maybe you should set your tent up in a way that the doors and vents are aligned along the wind direction?" Buffy suggested. When Spike shot her a questioning look, she added: "Because of ventilation, you know? Avoid condensation?" She shrugged. "Just a thought."

Buffy debated with herself about whether to tell him to fix the windward side of his tent first, but she decided that it was too much fun watching Spike's battle vs. "the tent".

An eternity after Buffy had set up her own tent, Spike was fumbling with the tent zipper, cursing under his breath.

Buffy giggled,

"What's so bloody funny?" he asked in an irritated voice.

Buffy tossed him a small tin.

Spike arched an eyebrow at her. "McNett's Zip Care?"

Buffy nodded. "Zipper sliders, that is the moving part of a zipper, wear from grit or sand, and then they fail. Use this to lubricate your tent zipper to reduce wear."

He grumbled something that could pass for a 'thank you' and applied the content of the tin to his tent zipper.

Buffy had been right - darkness fell fast, and the rain was still falling heavily. She was curled up in her tent, listening to the raindrops, when something started moving outside. Buffy's heart was pounding in her chest.

There was someone out there, and he was approaching her tent.

"Spike?" Buffy asked into the darkness, with more than just a hint of anxiety to her voice. Her tent zipper was pulled open, and Spike's face appeared, pointing a flashlight at her face. Buffy shielded her eyes against the sudden light. "Spike!" she exclaimed with relief.

"Who else did you expect, Count Dracula?" he asked.

Buffy shrugged. "Unfortunately, you look nothing like Gerard Butler!"

He blinked. "Gerard who?"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Forget it!"

Spike cleared his voice. "Uh... listen, Buffy, I kind of have some trouble with my tent. The air's so stuffy I can't breathe, and I also have a condensation problem."

Buffy swallowed a "Told you so" and looked at him expectantly.

"I was wondering if maybe we could share your tent, just for tonight." He pointed outside. "I wouldn't ask if it weren't raining, I could sleep under the open sky, but... it's kind of wet."

"Wet," Buffy echoed. On the surface, she was all cool and matter-of-fact, but her heart was pounding. She lay back down and tried to keep her voice from shaking. "If there's no other way..."

Spike smiled. "Great." He disappeared for a moment to fetch his sleeping bag, which gave Buffy enough time to take a few deep breaths. Spike was going to spend the night in her tent. On the one hand, she was thrilled. It was the opportunity she had waited for, and it was like some predictable teen movie come true. On the other hand, she was scared. This was perfect. Too perfect. Spike and her, all alone in the woods, no Xander within calling reach, no camping site full of helpful rangers in case of emergency, and the reported routine camper Spike had so much trouble with his tent? What did she actually know about her crush? He could be a murderous psychopath, for all she knew.

Spike did not give her too much time to meditate on this. He re-appeared with his slightly damp sleeping bag and crept into the tent next to her. Buffy's tent was roomy for one person, especially a person as petite as Buffy, but two people were dangerously close to each other.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it," Spike said as he switched off the flashlight.

Buffy did not reply. She could feel the warmth of his body behind her back.

"Are you comfortable like that?" he whispered into her ear.

"Peachy," Buffy replied, her voice slightly too high-pitched.

Buffy did not know whether she was imagining it or whether the presence of two people really heated up the tent.

"Spike?" Buffy said.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Do you think Anya and Xander and the others arrived at Old Faithful before dark?"

Spike snorted. "If they haven't, Anya has beaten your brother to a bloody pulp by now!"

Buffy giggled at that image.

"Are you sorry?" she asked.

"What about?"

"About not seeing Old Faithful now because of me."

"No worries. Been there, done that. Sleep now. It's been a long day. Good night, Buffy."

"Good night."

Buffy had a feeling it would rain all night. She heard Spike's even breathing next to her. Was he sleeping?

"Spike?" she asked.

"Yeah," he replied, sounding just a little annoyed.

"Are you sleeping yet?" Buffy asked guiltily.

"Well, no," Spike said in an edgy voice.

"Sorry," Buffy replied, "Shutting up now. Good night."

"Good night."

Spike smiled in spite of himself in the dark. Xander's sister was so cute sometimes.

Buffy could not sleep for a long time. She had been camping before, the noises in the night did not bother her, but Spike's mere presence was unnerving and brought thoughts to her that she did not want to have right now. But the even rhythm of the rain on her tent did the trick after a while, and Buffy fell asleep.
*
"Buffy. Buffy, wake up."

She woke up with Spike's hand over her mouth, his weight on her, pinning her down. She blinked in confusion. There was daylight outside. What was going on?

"Don't make any noise," he whispered, "Promise you won't scream."

Buffy stared at him. Her stomach churned as her own thoughts came back to her. What did she actually know about her crush? He could be a murderous psychopath, for all she knew.

"Promise," he urged.

Buffy nodded slowly.

Spike removed his hand and signalled her to keep quiet. "Any thoughts on bears?" he whispered.

Buffy frowned, then she replied: "Well, they have been defeated at home in the playoffs twice in the new millennium, but..."

"Would you keep your voice down," Spike chided her, "I was not talking about the Chicago Bears, but REAL bears, because, you know, there is one about twenty yards from our tent!"

Buffy shrieked, which elicited a sound outside of the tent as well that clearly came from a very big animal. Slowly, cautiously, she approached the entrance and slid open the zipper. There was a huge grizzly very close to the tent, exploring the content of what looked strikingly like Spike's backpack.

Buffy looked at Spike, shocked. "Please tell me you didn't leave any food in a backpack lying on the ground!"

Spike looked troubled. "Why not?"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Every child knows that you have to put your food up a tree to be safe from bears, and at a safe distance from camp!"

"If you knew, why didn't you tell me?" Spike said reproachfully.

"I assumed you knew!"

"This is just great," Spike complained.

Buffy breathed deeply. "All right. Keep calm, and no panic. Bears are shy, they tend to avoid people. We'll just wait here till he leaves."

Spike's face went white.

"What?" Buffy snapped.

"Er... that means he won't be interested in the peanut butter and honey sandwiches and the two apples I saved for breakfast?"

Buffy paled. "You have brought FOOD with you into the tent?"

As if on cue, the bear raised its head, sniffing the air. The bear seemed to have lost interest in the backpack entirely, looking for greener pastures.

"So what do we do now?" Buffy asked in alarm. "Maybe we count to three and run?"

Spike shook his head. "So Yogi out there can chase us? No way. We could climb a tree."

"Not such a good idea," Buffy said, "I'm sure he can climb, too!"

That moment, the bear turned its head and looked straight at them, its dark eyes focused on them. He was now aware of their presence and seemed indecisive about what to do.

Spike looked at Buffy intently for a long moment. "When I say 'now', you leave the tent and slowly back away. Understood?"

"Spike, what..." Buffy began, then was silenced abruptly because Spike reached a hand into her hair, pulled her close and kissed her.

For a moment, she forgot everything around her, even the grizzly, and surrendered to the kiss that burned and consumed her like a fire, to the soft lips on hers, the curious tongue exploring her mouth and the scent of Spike as he pressed against her.

The kiss left her breathless, and all she could do was drown in his blue eyes.

He gave her a ghost of a smile.

Buffy felt she was entirely lost in the moment, the best moment of her whole life, making up for all the disappointment her previous encounters with men had been. The kiss had been full of promise, a new start, and all of a sudden she saw Spike in a different light. This could be love.

His voice seemed distant when he addressed her because in her mind she was still enfolded in his embrace, her every thought absorbed by the kiss. "Buffy? Buffy!"

She nodded. "Yes?"

"Now."

With a swift movement, Spike left the tent and stood outside, facing the grizzly, with his arms held high above his head.

"Spike, no!" Buffy shouted desperately, staring after him in terror.

Spike seemed totally cool and relaxed on the surface as he stood there, facing the huge animal.

"Go," he told Buffy in an impatient voice, then faced the bear, his voice firm and so loud it carried far beyond where the bear stood: "Hello, brother bear, I did not mean to disturb you. I will leave your territory now and let you in peace.�

Buffy watched in disbelief. That was insanity. Spike had to be a lunatic. Her first impulse was to run up to him and throw him to the ground or drag him away from the danger, but that would have been equally stupid because all it would do was awaken the bear's instincts. Slowly, carefully, Buffy retreated into the woods, into safety, her eyes locked on the scene in front of her, as if hypnotized.

The bear stood and stared at Spike.

To Buffy, it appeared as if Spike was trying to stare him down.

"Oh God, no," Buffy whispered.

The bear looked at Spike for a long moment.

Then he charged.

Buffy screamed as the animal was racing towards Spike.

Spike stood stock still, not even flinching.

Buffy wanted to avert her eyes. Her whole history with Spike passed before her eyes. This could be love. And this could be the end. In her mind's eye, she imagined the wild beast tearing Spike apart until there was nothing left of him except for a noble sacrifice. Buffy wanted to close her eyes, but she could not.

The bear was still speeding towards Spike.

And then, at the very last moment, it veered off.

Spike could hardly believe his luck, and the expression on his face was profoundly stupid. He stood still and waited for the bear to retreat.

Then he backed off, very slowly, one step at a time.

It seemed a tantalizing eternity to Buffy until Spike was with her in the shelter of the trees.

"You're an idiot!" she shouted angrily, "'Hello, brother bear, I did not mean to disturb you'??? Are you crazy??? What on earth made you think that would work???"

"Yeah, well, I read that in a book on native American legends. Had no idea it would work, but it was the only thing that came to mind." He cast his eyes down. "Promised Xander to keep you safe, didn't I?"

"I don't believe this!" Buffy yelled at him, shaking him angrily, "You could have gotten yourself killed!"

"Yeah, I know," Spike said breathlessly.

Buffy was suddenly very much aware of her hands at his shoulders. Spike's hands were trembling slightly when he enfolded Buffy in his arms. He kissed her again, this time more intensely and more desperately than the first time. Buffy shivered when he pulled her sweater over her head and a gust of wind felt icy on her bare skin. She did away with his jacket, unbuttoned his dark shirt with fleeting fingers, tearing one or two buttons off in the process. She felt incredibly alive as he started covering her whole body with kisses. She tried to push any second thoughts to the back of her head, although her thoughts were playing rollercoaster with her. She had been dreaming, even fantasizing about Spike ever since that lonely Valentine's day, yet she was not sure this was right. She had wanted a romantic candlelight dinner, back in Sunnydale, in a few weeks' or months' time, on a warm summer night, with soft piano music playing in the background, with her wearing a stylish black velvet dress and Spike a tux, and then he would have kissed her and told her lots of sweet things, and in the end he would have slowly led her to the bedroom, carried her over the threshold and laid her down in a bed covered with rose petals, he would have undressed her slowly, until she wore nothing but her sweet perfume, and then they would have made love, very gently, but passionately, and everything would have been perfect. But they weren't back in Sunnydale. They were in the woods, in yesterday's clothes, no shower within a radius of two miles, their bed of roses just the plain grass beneath them. So this would be it, the mythical first time, here and now, in the woods, in the harsh light of day that mercilessly revealed every physical flaw - not that Spike had any flaws to speak of -, with a guy she hardly knew, but felt connected to - because he had saved her life? Did that oblige her in any way?

"Buffy," Spike whispered, "Everything ok?"

"Yes, I mean..." She blushed furiously.

"Don't worry," Spike said softly, "We'll be safe."

Buffy blushed even more as he produced a more than obvious package of more than obvious content from his discarded jacket. "Oh... actually, I... I mean, I haven't... EVER..."

He stared at her in surprise. "Oh..."

The sudden look of panic on his face told Buffy that Spike definitely wasn't all coolness and self-assurance underneath the surface. She remembered him telling her about his ex. I stopped writing altogether after the disaster with Dru... my first girlfriend. She wondered what had happened, why Dru had broken up with him, and she suddenly felt she was sympathizing with Spike a lot. She had been hurt before too, after all.

"Just take your time," Spike said quietly. "And maybe, when you think you're ready, you might wanna give me a call."

Buffy looked at him for a long moment. "I'm ready," she replied and lay down on the grass with a pounding heart, watching his every move. Spike joined her on the ground very slowly, reluctantly, lying next to her, his fingers trailing down her body, from her lips down her neck, to her collarbones, down the curves of her breasts, to the waist and the hips.

Her jeans came off easily, she shivered for a moment when his hand slid past the waistband of her panties - oh God, white cotton, the most practical underwear she possessed! Why hadn't she had the sense to pack anything more naughty? -, she leaned back, away from him, for a moment, out of reflex, then caught the gaze from his stormy blue eyes and relaxed beneath his touch, letting him work his magic. The sun was warming her skin now, and Buffy felt she was one with the universe. Spike pushed her panties down her tanned legs, and she was lying before him naked. Only then did she realize he was still wearing his black jeans. Buffy reached for the button and opened it, but she had some trouble with the zipper. She tore and tore, but it would not move, not an inch. Her cheeks reddened with the effort.

Spike's lips brushed hers. "Hang on a sec, pet," he said, sending shivers down her spine by calling her 'pet'. She watched him run off into the direction of their tents. Buffy felt suddenly very vulnerable. If someone saw her like this, naked and wanton in a national park, her clothes spread all around her, she would feel like the ultimate slut. She half hoped for Spike to be back soon, half hoped he wouldn't and that she would get to dress and walk away without having to face the decision of going all the way with him now.

Spike was back after a minute, carrying a small tin box.

Buffy grinned. It was hers. "McNett's Zip Care?" she asked disbelievingly.

"It did work on the tent," Spike shrugged helplessly.

Buffy applied the zip care very carefully. Spike was breathing heavily, trying not to focus on Buffy's hands working on the zipper, but miraculously, the zipper now moved and his jeans joined hers on the ground. There was just a small moment of dread, of the uncertainty of the moment, when Spike pulled her close, and she breathed in his scent, his life. She was grateful he didn't say anything, not the stereotypical "Are you sure?"-type of question, and he was grateful she didn't ask him to be gentle or not to hurt her, because he was never going to hurt her as long as he lived. There was no sound but the little cries and soft moans from the couple and the rustling of the wind in the leaves above them.
*
"Buffy," Spike said and broke the silence for the first time after their love-making. They had been lying there in the sunlight for a long time, then dressed in silence, in an agreement that did not require any words. "I have to make a confession."

Buffy looked at him expectantly. She did not feel any different from before, and yet the sky seemed a little more blue than in the morning, the clouds a bit fluffier, the grass greener.

"I hate camping," he admitted.

Buffy nodded. "Me too. I only went because Xander said you were coming..."

Spike stared at her. "Actually, I only went because Xander told me you would be there too!"

Then something dawned on Buffy. "Spike... if your last relationship was such a long while ago and you didn't really expect to start something here, why did you have a package of condoms in your jacket pocket?"

"Well, Xander asked me to take it because he didn't want Anya to see it, he didn't want her to think he'd planned on starting something during the tour... wait a minute," Spike cut himself off, "Anya's a nympho, so there was no reason for Xander to give that package to me unless..."

Buffy's eyes widened. "Unless my own brother set this whole thing up!"

Spike shook his head in disbelief. "Xander wouldn't do that, would he?" Then he remembered the satisfied little smile Xander and Anya had shared when Spike had agreed to go to Grant Village with Buffy. And the many times Xander had emphasized that he had a cute little sister that was waaay too cute and too smart for a guy like Spike.
*
"You can thank me later," Xander told Spike in a quiet moment, when Buffy and Spike had joined the rest of the group and were enjoying a nice, bear-free picnic by a lake.

Spike arched an eyebrow at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Xander shook his head. "I can't believe it! A whole night out in the wilderness with my little sister and you're gonna tell me nothing happened?"

Spike shrugged. "She's just not that into me, I guess."

Xander buried his face in his hands. "I don't believe this! What the hell does it take?!?!" He looked up at Anya for comfort, not noticing the wink and the smile exchanged between Spike and Buffy.

"Glad you guys got along," Anya went on, "Because I have great plans for spring break! We're all going to Yosemite together!"

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!" Spike and Buffy exclaimed in unison.

"Everglades?" Anya suggested. "Grand Canyon? Redwood? Olympics? ..."
THE END
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