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Switched
Disclaimer: The idea is Amy’s, the characters are Joss’.
Author’s note: Thanks to Aribelle for the fab betaing of this chapter! *hugs* Italics denote thoughts
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Chapter 1: Switched
Spike, the big bad of Sunnydale, recently chipped and considerably bitter about it, walked down some obscure residential street in hopes of getting his mind off the terrible predicament he was in. He was bored.
Not being able to hurt the thousands of happy meals on legs that scurried around this town definitely had its draw backs. Sure he would pick a fight with demons, but that was getting him into more trouble that it was worth.
Absently he kicked at something shiny and metal on the road. It didn’t clatter like a can. On closer inspection it didn’t look like a can either. Spike stooped down to pick up the object that had piqued his curiosity. Holding it in his hand he could feel the resonance of magic within the object.
Gotta get this to the Watcher came his first thought. Bloody Hell! When did he turn into such a raging do-gooder?
He was about to throw the offending object into the window of a nearby house, when he heard the rush of someone running past him, heartbeat rapid and the brief scent of fear and power.
The glimpse of blond hair and that smell that was ‘Slayer’ to his senses shocked the hell out of him. He never smelled fear on the Slayer.
In a flash he took off after her.
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He arrived at the Summers’ house in time to see the Slayer burst into the house by way of a second story window. There were sounds of fighting coming from the house. Glorious sounds he thought, perhaps the uptight bitch was getting the stuffing beat out of her.
No, probably not.
Spike couldn’t help himself. He needed to have a better view of just what was going on. He strolled up to the dining room window to see the Slayer standing off against some brunette chick.
“Thought I'd go after the clean marine, didn't ya? He's a cutie. Looks like he can use a good roll in the sack,” said the chick with a huge grin on her face.
That one’s trying to get the Slayer pissed off, he thought.
The Slayer launched herself at the chick, only to be blocked. Spike was really getting into it, ducking along with the Slayer as she ducked a right hook from the other bint.
“You're not his type. He's not real big on sleaze,” responded the Slayer.
Good comeback, he thought, chuckling. Even if it was to defend Captain Cardboard.
Spike watched with wide eyes as the Slayer punched the brunette chick several times before the skank got the upper hand and caught the Slayer’s arm, slamming the blonde into the dining room wall.
“He's probably just never tried it,” noted the skank.
“Going for the boyfriend again? That's tired.”
“Just something to remember me by once I've moved on.”
Spike let the movement in front of his blur and contemplated this new tidbit of information. This chick has a habit of going after the Slayer’s boy toys? Spike chuckled a little more to himself. The chick fight was beginning to have an...interesting effect on the lower regions of his body.
“Did it ever occur to you Faith that the reason we all forgot you is because we wanted to?” said the Slayer.
The way she moved, the way she parried each thrust and each barb thrown her way. She was magnificent. Uh...In a purely predator/prey kinda way, Spike was quick to dismiss the thought as his attention was caught by the flying silverware in the dining room before him.
It was times like this that he really regretted being saddled with the chip. He was itching to jump in there. Spike pressed closer to the window. This fight between the Slayer and...his vampire senses reached out...Holy buggering Hell! Another slayer! And probably a Slayer that Miss High and Mighty wouldn’t mind me snacking on. Damn chip.
Spike’s attention was caught by the approach of sirens. He rolled his eyes, knowing full well that he should leave. The cops wouldn’t appreciate a peeping tom on this little scene.
“The cops,” noted the other Slayer.
Spike watched as she scrambled over the top of the dining room table and ran for the living room. Instantly Spike sprang into action and grabbed the handle of the Summers’ front door, opening it sharply as the other Slayer passed it, knocking her to the ground and sending Spike onto the floor with a massive headache.
“Spike!“ yelled Buffy.
Spike clutched his head in pain. “Bloody buggering hell! You stupid bints gotta warn a bloke when you’re standing that close to the door.”
Buffy put her hands on her hips, looking between the knocked out form of Faith and the sprawled figure of the vamp who just saved her from destroying her entire house.
The two conscious forms at the bottom of the stairs looked up as they heard the frantic feet of Joyce coming down to meet them.
“You okay?” she immediately asked Buffy putting a hand to her cheek.
Buffy looked down at Faith. “Ya, Spike decided to break and enter just at the right moment. Faith met door.”
“I called the police,” said Joyce indicating the flashing lights and sirens that were approaching the house.
“She's their problem now.”
“You're sure you're okay?” asked Joyce again.
Buffy smiled up at her mom and nodded. “Except for the large queasy feeling I’m getting from Spike saving the day...Ya, I’m good mom.”
Joyce’s face lit up into a big smile. “Hot Chocolate Spike?” she offered, holding out her hand to help the vampire up.
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“So exactly why are you here?” Buffy asked Spike once her mother had gone to bed, their mugs of hot chocolate sat dirty on the island of the kitchen. The police had taken statements from the three conscious beings and carted Faith away. She hated to admit it but the past couple of hours chatting with him and her mom were kinda not terrible.
“Told you, got a magic doodad for your watcher, thought you’d want to take a look at it,” he told her, like she was stupid for not remembering. “Found it on the road. Maybe that Faith bint dropped it?”
“Hand it over,” she ordered.
Spike glared at her a moment before standing up and digging into his pocket, pulling the metal gizmo out and holding it out to her.
Buffy reached out and grabbed the item, brushing her fingers against his palm.
Buffy fought against the sudden dizziness and put a hand to her head. “What the hell?” she muttered.
The metal thingy crashed to the ground unnoticed as they pulled away from each other; both more concerned with the fact that everything looked really odd and the nauseous feeling in their stomachs that wasn’t going away.
Buffy heard a crunch of metal and looked up to see her mom in the kitchen, stepping on the remains of the metal magic thing that made her feel this way.
“Goodness, Buffy! You look terrible! Are you coming down with something?” came her mother’s voice.
Buffy looked up to see her mom getting a glass of water, the queasy feeling did not subside.
“Upstairs young lady, you aren’t going back to the dorm in that condition,” ordered Joyce, pointing up the stairs.
Buffy nodded.
“See, even Spike agrees with me.”
Spike. Buffy forced her eyes shut, willing the room to stop spinning. When she opened them again there was no one in the kitchen. No Spike, no mom. Huh.
Keeping her eyes locked on her target, Buffy grabbed hold of the banister and forced herself to her room. She didn’t bother changing; she didn’t bother getting under the covers. Buffy collapsed on her bed, hoping that sleep would make her tummy not feel so wonky.
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Morning crept through the curtains in the Slayer’s room. Yes, he was in the Slayer’s room. Forceful as Joyce was last night, pushing him up here, what with his stomach not wanting to be vertical, he complied.
But morning was an issue, and the Slayer’s curtains weren’t going to keep him from burning to ash on her girly bed. With much effort, but a stronger sense of preservation, Spike lifted himself off the bed to close the curtains tightly, taking with him a blanket to throw over the curtain rod for extra protection.
His task accomplished, Spike headed back to the soft cushioning of the Slayer’s bed, eager to make the pounding in his head subside. He tumbled back on to the bed, facing towards the middle of the bed, and reached for a pillow.
There was a groan from the other side of the bed.
Spike’s eyes shot open at the thought that someone else was in the bed with him. Well it was the Slayer’s bed, maybe she was there too. He had to admit that he wasn’t feeling so hot the night before; getting in bed with the Slayer, of all people, could have passed unnoticed to his vamp senses.
Not inches from his face was...his face. Spike closed his eyes hoping that his brain was playing some sort of horrible joke on him and willed his dead lungs to breathe deeply. It was his first actual conscious thought of the day.
Spike opened his eyes again, hoping to be faced with the sleeping face of the Slayer (because that was infinitely better than seeing one’s own face).
‘Cause that’s what he saw.
“Bloody buggering hell!” shrieked Spike as he bolted up off the bed.
There he was lying on the Slayer’s bed. But wasn’t he also standing right here?
“What the bleedin’ hell is going on?” he said into the quiet of the room.
That was when he noticed that his voice wasn’t quite right; he sounded girly. He sounded like the Slayer if she decided to do a proper English accent.
He looked down at himself, his arms spread at his sides.
Oh bollocks he thought, I’m wearing the Slayer’s body!
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tbc...
Author’s note: Thanks to Aribelle for the fab betaing of this chapter! *hugs* Italics denote thoughts
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Chapter 1: Switched
Spike, the big bad of Sunnydale, recently chipped and considerably bitter about it, walked down some obscure residential street in hopes of getting his mind off the terrible predicament he was in. He was bored.
Not being able to hurt the thousands of happy meals on legs that scurried around this town definitely had its draw backs. Sure he would pick a fight with demons, but that was getting him into more trouble that it was worth.
Absently he kicked at something shiny and metal on the road. It didn’t clatter like a can. On closer inspection it didn’t look like a can either. Spike stooped down to pick up the object that had piqued his curiosity. Holding it in his hand he could feel the resonance of magic within the object.
Gotta get this to the Watcher came his first thought. Bloody Hell! When did he turn into such a raging do-gooder?
He was about to throw the offending object into the window of a nearby house, when he heard the rush of someone running past him, heartbeat rapid and the brief scent of fear and power.
The glimpse of blond hair and that smell that was ‘Slayer’ to his senses shocked the hell out of him. He never smelled fear on the Slayer.
In a flash he took off after her.
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He arrived at the Summers’ house in time to see the Slayer burst into the house by way of a second story window. There were sounds of fighting coming from the house. Glorious sounds he thought, perhaps the uptight bitch was getting the stuffing beat out of her.
No, probably not.
Spike couldn’t help himself. He needed to have a better view of just what was going on. He strolled up to the dining room window to see the Slayer standing off against some brunette chick.
“Thought I'd go after the clean marine, didn't ya? He's a cutie. Looks like he can use a good roll in the sack,” said the chick with a huge grin on her face.
That one’s trying to get the Slayer pissed off, he thought.
The Slayer launched herself at the chick, only to be blocked. Spike was really getting into it, ducking along with the Slayer as she ducked a right hook from the other bint.
“You're not his type. He's not real big on sleaze,” responded the Slayer.
Good comeback, he thought, chuckling. Even if it was to defend Captain Cardboard.
Spike watched with wide eyes as the Slayer punched the brunette chick several times before the skank got the upper hand and caught the Slayer’s arm, slamming the blonde into the dining room wall.
“He's probably just never tried it,” noted the skank.
“Going for the boyfriend again? That's tired.”
“Just something to remember me by once I've moved on.”
Spike let the movement in front of his blur and contemplated this new tidbit of information. This chick has a habit of going after the Slayer’s boy toys? Spike chuckled a little more to himself. The chick fight was beginning to have an...interesting effect on the lower regions of his body.
“Did it ever occur to you Faith that the reason we all forgot you is because we wanted to?” said the Slayer.
The way she moved, the way she parried each thrust and each barb thrown her way. She was magnificent. Uh...In a purely predator/prey kinda way, Spike was quick to dismiss the thought as his attention was caught by the flying silverware in the dining room before him.
It was times like this that he really regretted being saddled with the chip. He was itching to jump in there. Spike pressed closer to the window. This fight between the Slayer and...his vampire senses reached out...Holy buggering Hell! Another slayer! And probably a Slayer that Miss High and Mighty wouldn’t mind me snacking on. Damn chip.
Spike’s attention was caught by the approach of sirens. He rolled his eyes, knowing full well that he should leave. The cops wouldn’t appreciate a peeping tom on this little scene.
“The cops,” noted the other Slayer.
Spike watched as she scrambled over the top of the dining room table and ran for the living room. Instantly Spike sprang into action and grabbed the handle of the Summers’ front door, opening it sharply as the other Slayer passed it, knocking her to the ground and sending Spike onto the floor with a massive headache.
“Spike!“ yelled Buffy.
Spike clutched his head in pain. “Bloody buggering hell! You stupid bints gotta warn a bloke when you’re standing that close to the door.”
Buffy put her hands on her hips, looking between the knocked out form of Faith and the sprawled figure of the vamp who just saved her from destroying her entire house.
The two conscious forms at the bottom of the stairs looked up as they heard the frantic feet of Joyce coming down to meet them.
“You okay?” she immediately asked Buffy putting a hand to her cheek.
Buffy looked down at Faith. “Ya, Spike decided to break and enter just at the right moment. Faith met door.”
“I called the police,” said Joyce indicating the flashing lights and sirens that were approaching the house.
“She's their problem now.”
“You're sure you're okay?” asked Joyce again.
Buffy smiled up at her mom and nodded. “Except for the large queasy feeling I’m getting from Spike saving the day...Ya, I’m good mom.”
Joyce’s face lit up into a big smile. “Hot Chocolate Spike?” she offered, holding out her hand to help the vampire up.
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“So exactly why are you here?” Buffy asked Spike once her mother had gone to bed, their mugs of hot chocolate sat dirty on the island of the kitchen. The police had taken statements from the three conscious beings and carted Faith away. She hated to admit it but the past couple of hours chatting with him and her mom were kinda not terrible.
“Told you, got a magic doodad for your watcher, thought you’d want to take a look at it,” he told her, like she was stupid for not remembering. “Found it on the road. Maybe that Faith bint dropped it?”
“Hand it over,” she ordered.
Spike glared at her a moment before standing up and digging into his pocket, pulling the metal gizmo out and holding it out to her.
Buffy reached out and grabbed the item, brushing her fingers against his palm.
Buffy fought against the sudden dizziness and put a hand to her head. “What the hell?” she muttered.
The metal thingy crashed to the ground unnoticed as they pulled away from each other; both more concerned with the fact that everything looked really odd and the nauseous feeling in their stomachs that wasn’t going away.
Buffy heard a crunch of metal and looked up to see her mom in the kitchen, stepping on the remains of the metal magic thing that made her feel this way.
“Goodness, Buffy! You look terrible! Are you coming down with something?” came her mother’s voice.
Buffy looked up to see her mom getting a glass of water, the queasy feeling did not subside.
“Upstairs young lady, you aren’t going back to the dorm in that condition,” ordered Joyce, pointing up the stairs.
Buffy nodded.
“See, even Spike agrees with me.”
Spike. Buffy forced her eyes shut, willing the room to stop spinning. When she opened them again there was no one in the kitchen. No Spike, no mom. Huh.
Keeping her eyes locked on her target, Buffy grabbed hold of the banister and forced herself to her room. She didn’t bother changing; she didn’t bother getting under the covers. Buffy collapsed on her bed, hoping that sleep would make her tummy not feel so wonky.
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Morning crept through the curtains in the Slayer’s room. Yes, he was in the Slayer’s room. Forceful as Joyce was last night, pushing him up here, what with his stomach not wanting to be vertical, he complied.
But morning was an issue, and the Slayer’s curtains weren’t going to keep him from burning to ash on her girly bed. With much effort, but a stronger sense of preservation, Spike lifted himself off the bed to close the curtains tightly, taking with him a blanket to throw over the curtain rod for extra protection.
His task accomplished, Spike headed back to the soft cushioning of the Slayer’s bed, eager to make the pounding in his head subside. He tumbled back on to the bed, facing towards the middle of the bed, and reached for a pillow.
There was a groan from the other side of the bed.
Spike’s eyes shot open at the thought that someone else was in the bed with him. Well it was the Slayer’s bed, maybe she was there too. He had to admit that he wasn’t feeling so hot the night before; getting in bed with the Slayer, of all people, could have passed unnoticed to his vamp senses.
Not inches from his face was...his face. Spike closed his eyes hoping that his brain was playing some sort of horrible joke on him and willed his dead lungs to breathe deeply. It was his first actual conscious thought of the day.
Spike opened his eyes again, hoping to be faced with the sleeping face of the Slayer (because that was infinitely better than seeing one’s own face).
‘Cause that’s what he saw.
“Bloody buggering hell!” shrieked Spike as he bolted up off the bed.
There he was lying on the Slayer’s bed. But wasn’t he also standing right here?
“What the bleedin’ hell is going on?” he said into the quiet of the room.
That was when he noticed that his voice wasn’t quite right; he sounded girly. He sounded like the Slayer if she decided to do a proper English accent.
He looked down at himself, his arms spread at his sides.
Oh bollocks he thought, I’m wearing the Slayer’s body!
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tbc...
Confusing Limbs
Disclaimer: Buffy and Spike aren’t mine, I just make them play out ‘what if’ scenarios
Author’s note: Thanks to the Fab Aribelle for betaing this chapter! Thanks to Mary, Copy, Wulfie, Tam, EAS, spet, Opal, Samson28, Max, and ComedyofErrors for the kind reviews!
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Chapter 2: Confusing Limbs
Buffy registered the shriek in her sleep muddled mind. Mom must be watching TV while she cleans, thought the Slayer.
Her body craved sleep. The fight last night had taken some of the energy out of her and she just wanted a few more minutes in the land of nod before going back to her dorm room.
Which so wasn’t happening with the person who was shaking her arm.
This posed some questions. Namely, who the hell was in her room shaking her arm?
Buffy groaned and rolled over hoping whoever it was would just leave her alone.
No such luck though, as the pushing and shoving was accompanied by the tones of a British girl.
“Wake the bloody hell up Slayer, fix this!” came the girl’s voice.
Buffy moaned again, and peeked an eye open. Her eyes went wide as she saw what could only be described as her identical evil twin was staring at her.
“Um, from the vampy Willow dimension?” Buffy asked sitting up on her bed. There was something wrong though, that wasn’t her voice, was it?
Buffy looked down at her body for a moment, her eyes meeting all black clothing and a leather duster.
“Holy crap,” she muttered.
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“You have so got to be kidding me!” the Slayer exclaimed as she paced the living room, her mother and Spike in her body sitting on the couch watching her activity.
“Will you sit down!” said the exasperated vampire stuck in the Slayer’s body.
Buffy whipped Spike’s head around to face the creature inhabiting her body. She opened his mouth in preparation to slam him down, tell him he was being unreasonable, blame him for their current predicament, but suddenly looking at her face, her green eyes gazing back with concern, she couldn’t do it.
With a huff, Buffy sat down on the empty side of the couch, her mother providing a barrier to the two adversaries. Joyce tentatively put her hands on the backs of the two individuals that sat on her couch, not really understanding the story that they had babbled at her this morning.
“How did this happen?” Buffy whined, the very male voice that came from her throat a mockery of the tone. “I can remember feeling weird after you handed me that doodad last night,” she continued.
Spike looked across at the Slayer and nodded. “Sounds about right, Slayer. Damned if I know what that bit of metal was though, found it on the street.”
“It’s gone now, whatever it is, it’s not in the kitchen,” whined Buffy.
“Wouldn’t it be best if you were to call Mr Giles, find out if he can help you?” asked Joyce with little concern in her voice.
Joyce was finding the scene slightly comical, and perhaps a good tool for Buffy to finally see that Spike wasn’t the horrible demon and evil villain that she thought he was, and he wished himself to be.
“Get the Watcher over here then, fix us right up,” agreed Spike.
“He’s not home,” muttered Buffy as she slumped her head into her hands.
“Bleedin’ hell!” exclaimed Spike, his newly acquired voice reaching new pitches that just shouldn’t be coming out of his mouth. “I’m not bloody staying in your girly body Slayer!”
Buffy stood up, her hands on her hips. “You think I like being in your body, with an appendage that thinks for itself? God! You aren’t the only one that’s unhappy with the accommodations.”
Spike cast a glance at the appendage in question. Yep, Spike junior was making his presence known.
Joyce exhaled suddenly, catching the two adversaries off guard. “I think that it would be a good idea for you to stay here Spike, until this whole thing is sorted out.”
Buffy nodded in agreement. “That way I can keep an eye on you in my body. I don’t want to end up with revenge from Spike and find you’ve gotten me tattooed or pierced when I have my back turned.” She turned to face him, dismayed at the smirk that was passing across her own face, as if hundreds of dirty perverted thoughts were dancing through that head.
Stepping closer to the vampire trapped in her body she raised a black nail polished finger and poked him hard in the shoulder.
“You even think of doing anything remotely gross, perverted or just plain icky in my body and I will personally see to it that when we are returned to our own bodies your manly bits will be cut off and left to fry in the morning sun. Got me bleach boy?”
“Buffy!” exclaimed a shocked Joyce.
Spike sighed, and clapped his hands down on his newly acquired thighs and rose from the couch. “Clearly I’m not wanted here. Thank you Joyce for your hospitality, but alas I cannot stay. Pressing vampire business and all that,” he said haughtily.
“Oh no, you don’t. Didn’t you hear me earlier when I said I wanted to keep an eye on you?” said Buffy furiously in his way.
“I did, but it lacked that Slayer conviction I loathe and detest,” he added.
“Mom!” Buffy turned around and whined at her mother.
“Buffy! Enough!” shouted her mother exasperated. “I think maybe you both need to calm down and think about this rationally. Just because you aren’t in your own bodies doesn’t mean that you can’t act civilly to each other. How about I make you two some breakfast, and Buffy why don’t you try calling Giles again?”
Buffy slumped in defeat, the blue eyes of her borrowed body looking down at the scuffed doc martins that adorned her feet.
“Yes, mom,” she muttered. “But then I’m totally having a shower and changing into something less....punk and vintage. God! The seventies are over Spike!”
“And just what are you going to change into Slayer?” Spike asked. “Got a stash of clothes my size hidden around here do you?”
Buffy’s eyes went wide. Actually... she thought. A smirk passed over the face she was borrowing. Without another word, Buffy turned, Spike’s leather coat floating up behind her, and headed into the kitchen for the phone.
Spike stared dumbfounded at the Slayer in his body, using his patented smirk against him. And she called him evil.
Joyce patted Spike’s knee and smiled. “If you want to use the shower in my room go ahead,” she offered. “I’m sure Buffy will be more than happy to see her body clean and in new clothes.”
“Looked a bit slept in do I?” asked Spike, as he fingered the long blonde locks that swayed as he talked. It was damn distracting.
“Just a bit,” Joyce chuckled. “Don’t worry Spike, things will sort themselves out.” Joyce stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, where her daughter was being sarcastic into the phone.
“Cause I care oh so very much that Faith’s going to jail Giles. She’s a murderer, she deserves to go there.”
Joyce couldn’t believe that her daughter had so little compassion left in her. Yes Faith was a criminal, but, Joyce thought, she was also a girl who had lost her way, and she needed love. Joyce smiled and shook her head. It was odd how only a half a day past she was held hostage by the girl in question, and now she was lamenting the fact that she was going to be sent to jail.
Joyce set out the makings for an omelette as Buffy finished up her phone call with Giles. She contemplated exactly what she was going to serve to Buffy now that she was in a vampire’s body. Yes, Spike regularly ate real food, but he needed blood. She’d have to go to the Butcher’s. Carefully, Joyce placed the items for the omelette back into the fridge and pulled her purse out from behind the back door.
“Buffy?” Joyce asked her daughter who was hanging up the phone in a huff. “I’m going out for a bit, got to pick up a few things.”
Buffy nodded for a moment registering her mother’s words. All at once, a shocked gasp left her lips.
“You are just leaving him here with me?” asked Buffy aghast.
“Nothing is going to happen Buffy. I’ll be gone for half an hour, tops. You’ll be fine.”
Joyce watched as a pout formed over her daughter’s newly acquired face. The image of Spike pouting was priceless. Joyce passed Buffy on her way out of the kitchen, placing a peck on her chiselled cheek.
The door to 1630 Revello drive closed behind her mother bringing Buffy to the startling realisation that she was indeed left with Spike in her house. Buffy scanned the living room. Where is that vampire menace? she asked herself.
Buffy’s eyes turned to the ceiling as she heard the familiar sound of the shower turning on. The shower! With unaccustomed vampire speed, Buffy rushed up the stairs, threw back the door to the bathroom and ripped open the shower curtain.
Spike looked like he had been caught in the headlights, one hand on a breast, one clinging to the smooth belly that he had been lathering up.
“You are taking a shower in my body?” she yelled, uncaring that the water was still streaming down on the blond in the tub, and now was forming puddles on the floor.
“How can I put this into language you can understand Slayer?” snarked back Spike, hands dropping from their previous position and find pose on hips in an indignant posture. “Duh!”
“I thought I told you nothing perverted?” she spat back.
“And just what was I doing that was perverted? Getting your girly body all clean aren’t I?”
“You were feeling me up!”
Spike smiled at that comment. “Guess I was at that,” he chuckled. His laughter lasted until his noticed his own eyes darkening in anger. “Look, it’s required to get you clean isn’t it? Wasn’t doing it on purpose.”
“And what was wrong with staying dry and fully clothed?” asked Buffy.
Spike’s eye brow rose with a question. “’Cause staying like that was gross Slayer, you smelled.”
Buffy gasped. “I did not!”
Spike sent her a knowing look.
“Ok,” she conceded. “Maybe I did. You...Gah! I don’t trust you to not do anything icky.”
“Why don’t you get your hot bod in here and you can make sure I keep my hands to myself,” he offered.
Buffy tilted her head to the side pondering his proposal. It had a certain kind of logic to it. And she needed to have a shower too.
“In or out Slayer, water’s accumulating.”
Without another word, the hands that Buffy controlled began to disrobe the muscular body she was inhabiting. Buffy placed Spike’s duster on top of the closed toilet, followed by the tight black tee. With some difficulty Buffy removed the Doc Martins and black socks.
The final article of clothing of clothing posed a bit of a problem for Buffy. She stared down at the waist band of the black jeans. She could feel the fact that Spike did not wear underwear, and she was trying to be modest in light of the situation.
Buffy looked up and met Spike’s green eyes.
“I...I can’t,” she whimpered. “I...I have a boyfriend...it’s...”
“Oh bloody hell,” Spike muttered, as he stepped out of the tub and stalked, dripping towards his body. With a tug the button holding his jeans up was undone, and the zipper, unzipped. Spike grabbed the waist band of his jeans and yanked the pants down, ending up squatting on the floor by his feet.
Cautiously Buffy stepped out of the pants, her eyes staring straight ahead, forcing herself not to look down.
Spike looked up from his position on the floor; his view of his own face blocked by the hard on that Buffy was sporting. Standing up he brushed his hand against his cock, which twitched at the contact.
“Looks like you’ve got yourself a bit of a problem there Slayer,” he smirked.
Buffy met his eyes, still refusing to look down. “It’s been like that since I woke up,” she whined.
“Missed my morning wank is all.”
With a smile, Spike took her hand and led her into the shower, the warm cascade of water coating both their bodies. He turned her hand palm up and squirted some fruity smelling body wash into it.
Instinctively Buffy knew exactly what he was expecting. Buffy lathered up the body wash and started rubbing the soapy suds over her body. It was a surreal feeling, washing oneself when one was in another body, and there was something erotic about seeing Spike’s fingers caressing her body. Buffy groaned unexpectedly as the tension that had been settling in her groin increased. She needed friction. What she needed was to get rid of Spike’s erection.
“Are you going to do anything about this?” Buffy asked pointing to Spike’s hard cock.
Spike raised an eyebrow at the Slayer.
“It’s your body Spike; I’m not touching it, not with a ten foot pole.”
“That would be the pole up your ass then Slayer?” he muttered, earning him an indignant glare.
The glare didn’t last long though, her attention brought back to the throbbing cock that was attached to her.
“Please Spike?” she asked.
Spike looked down at his hard cock and felt Buffy’s body respond to the sight. He suppressed his own whimper as he reached for his hard prick.
Buffy gasped as she felt fingers grasping Spike’s cock. It felt good. It felt really good. With trepidation, Buffy dared to glance downwards to where the sensations of pleasure were coming from. Her mouth opened as she took in possibly the most erotic sight she had seen in quite some time. Yes that even included the last couple of times you did it with Riley, she had to admit to herself.
Spike was large; larger than Riley, larger than Angel and a lot larger than Parker. Briefly she wondered what it would feel like to have that thrust up her core.
She gasped again as she felt a thumb brush over the head of Spike’s cock, smearing the precum across the slit. Spike was nimbly using her hands on his cock, touching just the right spots to bring himself off. His eyes were closed in concentration.
It was habit. When he wanked off he regularly thought of the lithe body he was inhabiting. Now, jerking off his body when he wasn’t in it...old habits die hard.
Spike rubbed Buffy’s thighs together to try and give himself some relief from the same tension that he was trying to help her with. He wanted nothing more than to let Buffy’s little hands explore her pussy. He just knew that if he tried something like that, he was going to get punched in the nose for his troubles.
With a gasp Buffy shot, coating her hands with Spike’s cum and part of her tummy too.
“Thanks,” she said softly, reaching for the body wash once more and washing the cum off of her body.
Desperately she wanted to reconcile exactly what happen in her brain. They were operating under a kind of logic, really. This is Spike’s body, he just did what he normally does to his body she thought to herself as she refused to meet his eyes.
But damn, it felt good, she concluded before chastising herself for thinking about Spike’s/her orgasm, brought about by her hands.
My hands touched Spike’s...gahh!
Her indignation faded away as Spike settled his body under the spray and began rinsing his hair. Resisting a moan as her little hands feathered over Spike‘s hard body, Buffy decided that this was not the place for inner monologue turmoil.
She pushed away her mental conflict and handed the bottle of body wash to Spike. In silence, the two adversaries washed their own bodies enjoying the last moments of the warm water.
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tbc...
Author’s note: Thanks to the Fab Aribelle for betaing this chapter! Thanks to Mary, Copy, Wulfie, Tam, EAS, spet, Opal, Samson28, Max, and ComedyofErrors for the kind reviews!
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Chapter 2: Confusing Limbs
Buffy registered the shriek in her sleep muddled mind. Mom must be watching TV while she cleans, thought the Slayer.
Her body craved sleep. The fight last night had taken some of the energy out of her and she just wanted a few more minutes in the land of nod before going back to her dorm room.
Which so wasn’t happening with the person who was shaking her arm.
This posed some questions. Namely, who the hell was in her room shaking her arm?
Buffy groaned and rolled over hoping whoever it was would just leave her alone.
No such luck though, as the pushing and shoving was accompanied by the tones of a British girl.
“Wake the bloody hell up Slayer, fix this!” came the girl’s voice.
Buffy moaned again, and peeked an eye open. Her eyes went wide as she saw what could only be described as her identical evil twin was staring at her.
“Um, from the vampy Willow dimension?” Buffy asked sitting up on her bed. There was something wrong though, that wasn’t her voice, was it?
Buffy looked down at her body for a moment, her eyes meeting all black clothing and a leather duster.
“Holy crap,” she muttered.
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“You have so got to be kidding me!” the Slayer exclaimed as she paced the living room, her mother and Spike in her body sitting on the couch watching her activity.
“Will you sit down!” said the exasperated vampire stuck in the Slayer’s body.
Buffy whipped Spike’s head around to face the creature inhabiting her body. She opened his mouth in preparation to slam him down, tell him he was being unreasonable, blame him for their current predicament, but suddenly looking at her face, her green eyes gazing back with concern, she couldn’t do it.
With a huff, Buffy sat down on the empty side of the couch, her mother providing a barrier to the two adversaries. Joyce tentatively put her hands on the backs of the two individuals that sat on her couch, not really understanding the story that they had babbled at her this morning.
“How did this happen?” Buffy whined, the very male voice that came from her throat a mockery of the tone. “I can remember feeling weird after you handed me that doodad last night,” she continued.
Spike looked across at the Slayer and nodded. “Sounds about right, Slayer. Damned if I know what that bit of metal was though, found it on the street.”
“It’s gone now, whatever it is, it’s not in the kitchen,” whined Buffy.
“Wouldn’t it be best if you were to call Mr Giles, find out if he can help you?” asked Joyce with little concern in her voice.
Joyce was finding the scene slightly comical, and perhaps a good tool for Buffy to finally see that Spike wasn’t the horrible demon and evil villain that she thought he was, and he wished himself to be.
“Get the Watcher over here then, fix us right up,” agreed Spike.
“He’s not home,” muttered Buffy as she slumped her head into her hands.
“Bleedin’ hell!” exclaimed Spike, his newly acquired voice reaching new pitches that just shouldn’t be coming out of his mouth. “I’m not bloody staying in your girly body Slayer!”
Buffy stood up, her hands on her hips. “You think I like being in your body, with an appendage that thinks for itself? God! You aren’t the only one that’s unhappy with the accommodations.”
Spike cast a glance at the appendage in question. Yep, Spike junior was making his presence known.
Joyce exhaled suddenly, catching the two adversaries off guard. “I think that it would be a good idea for you to stay here Spike, until this whole thing is sorted out.”
Buffy nodded in agreement. “That way I can keep an eye on you in my body. I don’t want to end up with revenge from Spike and find you’ve gotten me tattooed or pierced when I have my back turned.” She turned to face him, dismayed at the smirk that was passing across her own face, as if hundreds of dirty perverted thoughts were dancing through that head.
Stepping closer to the vampire trapped in her body she raised a black nail polished finger and poked him hard in the shoulder.
“You even think of doing anything remotely gross, perverted or just plain icky in my body and I will personally see to it that when we are returned to our own bodies your manly bits will be cut off and left to fry in the morning sun. Got me bleach boy?”
“Buffy!” exclaimed a shocked Joyce.
Spike sighed, and clapped his hands down on his newly acquired thighs and rose from the couch. “Clearly I’m not wanted here. Thank you Joyce for your hospitality, but alas I cannot stay. Pressing vampire business and all that,” he said haughtily.
“Oh no, you don’t. Didn’t you hear me earlier when I said I wanted to keep an eye on you?” said Buffy furiously in his way.
“I did, but it lacked that Slayer conviction I loathe and detest,” he added.
“Mom!” Buffy turned around and whined at her mother.
“Buffy! Enough!” shouted her mother exasperated. “I think maybe you both need to calm down and think about this rationally. Just because you aren’t in your own bodies doesn’t mean that you can’t act civilly to each other. How about I make you two some breakfast, and Buffy why don’t you try calling Giles again?”
Buffy slumped in defeat, the blue eyes of her borrowed body looking down at the scuffed doc martins that adorned her feet.
“Yes, mom,” she muttered. “But then I’m totally having a shower and changing into something less....punk and vintage. God! The seventies are over Spike!”
“And just what are you going to change into Slayer?” Spike asked. “Got a stash of clothes my size hidden around here do you?”
Buffy’s eyes went wide. Actually... she thought. A smirk passed over the face she was borrowing. Without another word, Buffy turned, Spike’s leather coat floating up behind her, and headed into the kitchen for the phone.
Spike stared dumbfounded at the Slayer in his body, using his patented smirk against him. And she called him evil.
Joyce patted Spike’s knee and smiled. “If you want to use the shower in my room go ahead,” she offered. “I’m sure Buffy will be more than happy to see her body clean and in new clothes.”
“Looked a bit slept in do I?” asked Spike, as he fingered the long blonde locks that swayed as he talked. It was damn distracting.
“Just a bit,” Joyce chuckled. “Don’t worry Spike, things will sort themselves out.” Joyce stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, where her daughter was being sarcastic into the phone.
“Cause I care oh so very much that Faith’s going to jail Giles. She’s a murderer, she deserves to go there.”
Joyce couldn’t believe that her daughter had so little compassion left in her. Yes Faith was a criminal, but, Joyce thought, she was also a girl who had lost her way, and she needed love. Joyce smiled and shook her head. It was odd how only a half a day past she was held hostage by the girl in question, and now she was lamenting the fact that she was going to be sent to jail.
Joyce set out the makings for an omelette as Buffy finished up her phone call with Giles. She contemplated exactly what she was going to serve to Buffy now that she was in a vampire’s body. Yes, Spike regularly ate real food, but he needed blood. She’d have to go to the Butcher’s. Carefully, Joyce placed the items for the omelette back into the fridge and pulled her purse out from behind the back door.
“Buffy?” Joyce asked her daughter who was hanging up the phone in a huff. “I’m going out for a bit, got to pick up a few things.”
Buffy nodded for a moment registering her mother’s words. All at once, a shocked gasp left her lips.
“You are just leaving him here with me?” asked Buffy aghast.
“Nothing is going to happen Buffy. I’ll be gone for half an hour, tops. You’ll be fine.”
Joyce watched as a pout formed over her daughter’s newly acquired face. The image of Spike pouting was priceless. Joyce passed Buffy on her way out of the kitchen, placing a peck on her chiselled cheek.
The door to 1630 Revello drive closed behind her mother bringing Buffy to the startling realisation that she was indeed left with Spike in her house. Buffy scanned the living room. Where is that vampire menace? she asked herself.
Buffy’s eyes turned to the ceiling as she heard the familiar sound of the shower turning on. The shower! With unaccustomed vampire speed, Buffy rushed up the stairs, threw back the door to the bathroom and ripped open the shower curtain.
Spike looked like he had been caught in the headlights, one hand on a breast, one clinging to the smooth belly that he had been lathering up.
“You are taking a shower in my body?” she yelled, uncaring that the water was still streaming down on the blond in the tub, and now was forming puddles on the floor.
“How can I put this into language you can understand Slayer?” snarked back Spike, hands dropping from their previous position and find pose on hips in an indignant posture. “Duh!”
“I thought I told you nothing perverted?” she spat back.
“And just what was I doing that was perverted? Getting your girly body all clean aren’t I?”
“You were feeling me up!”
Spike smiled at that comment. “Guess I was at that,” he chuckled. His laughter lasted until his noticed his own eyes darkening in anger. “Look, it’s required to get you clean isn’t it? Wasn’t doing it on purpose.”
“And what was wrong with staying dry and fully clothed?” asked Buffy.
Spike’s eye brow rose with a question. “’Cause staying like that was gross Slayer, you smelled.”
Buffy gasped. “I did not!”
Spike sent her a knowing look.
“Ok,” she conceded. “Maybe I did. You...Gah! I don’t trust you to not do anything icky.”
“Why don’t you get your hot bod in here and you can make sure I keep my hands to myself,” he offered.
Buffy tilted her head to the side pondering his proposal. It had a certain kind of logic to it. And she needed to have a shower too.
“In or out Slayer, water’s accumulating.”
Without another word, the hands that Buffy controlled began to disrobe the muscular body she was inhabiting. Buffy placed Spike’s duster on top of the closed toilet, followed by the tight black tee. With some difficulty Buffy removed the Doc Martins and black socks.
The final article of clothing of clothing posed a bit of a problem for Buffy. She stared down at the waist band of the black jeans. She could feel the fact that Spike did not wear underwear, and she was trying to be modest in light of the situation.
Buffy looked up and met Spike’s green eyes.
“I...I can’t,” she whimpered. “I...I have a boyfriend...it’s...”
“Oh bloody hell,” Spike muttered, as he stepped out of the tub and stalked, dripping towards his body. With a tug the button holding his jeans up was undone, and the zipper, unzipped. Spike grabbed the waist band of his jeans and yanked the pants down, ending up squatting on the floor by his feet.
Cautiously Buffy stepped out of the pants, her eyes staring straight ahead, forcing herself not to look down.
Spike looked up from his position on the floor; his view of his own face blocked by the hard on that Buffy was sporting. Standing up he brushed his hand against his cock, which twitched at the contact.
“Looks like you’ve got yourself a bit of a problem there Slayer,” he smirked.
Buffy met his eyes, still refusing to look down. “It’s been like that since I woke up,” she whined.
“Missed my morning wank is all.”
With a smile, Spike took her hand and led her into the shower, the warm cascade of water coating both their bodies. He turned her hand palm up and squirted some fruity smelling body wash into it.
Instinctively Buffy knew exactly what he was expecting. Buffy lathered up the body wash and started rubbing the soapy suds over her body. It was a surreal feeling, washing oneself when one was in another body, and there was something erotic about seeing Spike’s fingers caressing her body. Buffy groaned unexpectedly as the tension that had been settling in her groin increased. She needed friction. What she needed was to get rid of Spike’s erection.
“Are you going to do anything about this?” Buffy asked pointing to Spike’s hard cock.
Spike raised an eyebrow at the Slayer.
“It’s your body Spike; I’m not touching it, not with a ten foot pole.”
“That would be the pole up your ass then Slayer?” he muttered, earning him an indignant glare.
The glare didn’t last long though, her attention brought back to the throbbing cock that was attached to her.
“Please Spike?” she asked.
Spike looked down at his hard cock and felt Buffy’s body respond to the sight. He suppressed his own whimper as he reached for his hard prick.
Buffy gasped as she felt fingers grasping Spike’s cock. It felt good. It felt really good. With trepidation, Buffy dared to glance downwards to where the sensations of pleasure were coming from. Her mouth opened as she took in possibly the most erotic sight she had seen in quite some time. Yes that even included the last couple of times you did it with Riley, she had to admit to herself.
Spike was large; larger than Riley, larger than Angel and a lot larger than Parker. Briefly she wondered what it would feel like to have that thrust up her core.
She gasped again as she felt a thumb brush over the head of Spike’s cock, smearing the precum across the slit. Spike was nimbly using her hands on his cock, touching just the right spots to bring himself off. His eyes were closed in concentration.
It was habit. When he wanked off he regularly thought of the lithe body he was inhabiting. Now, jerking off his body when he wasn’t in it...old habits die hard.
Spike rubbed Buffy’s thighs together to try and give himself some relief from the same tension that he was trying to help her with. He wanted nothing more than to let Buffy’s little hands explore her pussy. He just knew that if he tried something like that, he was going to get punched in the nose for his troubles.
With a gasp Buffy shot, coating her hands with Spike’s cum and part of her tummy too.
“Thanks,” she said softly, reaching for the body wash once more and washing the cum off of her body.
Desperately she wanted to reconcile exactly what happen in her brain. They were operating under a kind of logic, really. This is Spike’s body, he just did what he normally does to his body she thought to herself as she refused to meet his eyes.
But damn, it felt good, she concluded before chastising herself for thinking about Spike’s/her orgasm, brought about by her hands.
My hands touched Spike’s...gahh!
Her indignation faded away as Spike settled his body under the spray and began rinsing his hair. Resisting a moan as her little hands feathered over Spike‘s hard body, Buffy decided that this was not the place for inner monologue turmoil.
She pushed away her mental conflict and handed the bottle of body wash to Spike. In silence, the two adversaries washed their own bodies enjoying the last moments of the warm water.
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tbc...
Towels and Eggs
Disclaimer: Pixies told me that I really don’t own Btvs, it’s sad but the Pixies, they don’t lie.
Author’s note: Thanks and *hugs* to Aribelle for being a fab beta!
Thanks to mary, spet, Franchesca, Tammydevil666, EAS, Wulfie, Marzbar and Opal for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 3: Towels and Eggs
Towel clad, the two individuals emerged from the bathroom clean and wet. With a furtive glance to the hallway, Buffy and Spike slinked across the wooden floor and into Buffy’s bedroom. The door hastily closed behind them. Buffy took a moment to assess the situation.
She was wearing a towel, and Spike’s body, after having possibly the most odd experience in the shower. She looked at her body, across the room, peering out the window at the street below.
It was almost cute the way he was watching some kids on bikes playing on the sidewalk. He was probably eager to get out in the sunshine and wreak havoc on the populace, she thought. That thought was quickly dismissed though, when he recognised the look on her face, gratitude, enjoyment, bliss. Spike hadn’t been in the sun since his failed attempt to kick her ass in the sunlight at the beginning of the year, and before that since he was turned.
“Ok, we need you dressed,” she said with purpose, pushing the image of cute sunlit Spike frolicking in the tulips that had been forcing itself on her brain. She strode up to her closet and began going through the various hangers of clothes.
If it had been summer or even just a little warmer outside she so would have made him wear the frilliest dress she owned, but it was February. And she wasn’t that cruel. She turned from the closet holding a dark blue skirt that had a ruffled slit up the side and a silvery grey wrap around long sleeve shirt with a plunging neckline in her hands.
She was determined that Spike should experience the full effect of being in a woman’s body. God knows that if this predicament should last longer than a few days he was in for a messy surprise.
Spike was indeed looking at the children riding their bicycles in the street. However, his mind was elsewhere, focused on the beat of Buffy’s heart in her chest, the feeling of being alive. A feeling so very different from the still coolness of his own body.
He was also debating exactly what he should do about being left randy by her high and mightiness.
Buffy walked over to her underwear drawer and pulled out a matching set, black thong and bra.
“Here,” she ordered, thrusting the garments at him, still mesmerized by the kids outside.
Spike looked at the clothes with a raised eyebrow. “Seem a little girly to me, pet, got anything in leather?”
“Just put it on. If you have problems with the bra let me know.”
Buffy watched with a smile as Spike fumbled with the pile of clothes for a moment, before squatting and ducking her head under her bed, in search of something she had hoped that Spike would never find out about and that she hadn’t the heart to give away.
A couple of days after Willow’s ‘My Will be Done’ spell she had been shopping. That in itself was not unusual, but what was unusual was that she had bought him clothes. She didn’t know what had come over her. She was supposed to be disgusted with the whole Spike kissage thing but when she saw the light blue shirt she knew right away that it would go perfectly with his eyes.
And of course, once she started shopping for him she couldn’t stop until she had a complete outfit. This was why, in her time of need, she found a box of Spike-sized clothes under her bed. She regretted now not buying boxers for him too.
Buffy stood once more and stare at the towel covering Spike’s nakedness from her. Exactly how am I supposed to get this body dressed without Spike’s spike getting all friendly? she wondered.
Suddenly, a snarl broke the silence of the room. Buffy turned to see Spike struggling with the bra she had given him. The back clasp seemed to elude him.
Stifling a giggle, Buffy dropped the box of clothes she was carrying on the bed and headed over to the vampire trapped in her body.
“You’d think that seeing as I can get the blighters off women with no problems, I could at least get one on...” he said frustrated.
“Spike...” Buffy put a hand on her arm and turned him around, taking the bra from him. “I said if you needed help...” Buffy motioned for him to put up his arms and reached around to place the bra over her towelled body. “There... now, the undies.”
Spike held up the scrap of cloth that he was supposed to slip on and raised an eyebrow. “Can’t I just leave ‘em off? Never wear ‘em normally...”
“No!” exclaimed a shocked Buffy. “It’s my body you are wearing and you will put underwear on it!”
“Hardly seems worth it...” he said inspecting the thin strip that was the back of the underwear. “Doesn’t cover much.”
“Covers the important parts,” she muttered taking the pair away from him and squatting down on the floor by her body’s feet. “Step in,” she ordered.
Reluctantly Spike stepped into the thong, and Buffy began to slide the garment up her legs, pulling back the towel to make sure that the thong rested in the right spots.
Face-to-crotch with her own body she couldn’t help but notice something rather embarrassing, well if she had been in her own body.
“Spike, are you turned on in my body? Ewww.”
“Smelled that did you?” he answered, more intent on the slip of fabric that was resting up Buffy’s crack than her question.
She gave him a glare and crossed her arms, waiting for an apology, or an explanation or something.
“Feels weird,” he muttered, squirming.
“You’ll get used to it,” she remarked, gripping the towel that still hung from under the bra she had put on earlier. With a swift tug the towel came free and Spike was left clad in the matching thong and bra combo.
“Clothes, now,” she ordered and she headed back to the bed and the pile of clothes that she was going to have to put on Spike’s body. Reluctantly Buffy held up the blue jeans and sighed deeply, realising for the first time that she didn’t need to breathe.
It was an interesting sensation. Buffy experimented, holding a breath in for a lot longer than she thought healthy with no nasty side effects. Stuck in a vampire’s body was really going to give her the ‘walk a mile in someone else’s shoes’ experience. Though in this case they were really scuffed Doc Martin’s.
Reluctantly Buffy drew the jeans on to the body she was inhabiting. Pulling them up to the waist wasn’t the problem; the problem, she was finding, was that appendage that had a mind of its own. It just wouldn’t go into the jeans of its own accord.
She was going to have to touch it.
“Having problems pet?” asked Spike from his position on the other side of the room.
Buffy looked over to find herself fully dressed, towel still on her head.
“I think I need to get a stick to beat this thing down,” she complained.
Spike chuckled. “No, luv, I don’t think that would help the problem at all,” he said as he sauntered over to her position by the bed, reached up under the towel and gently guided his cock down into the confines of the jeans she had put on his body. Slowly he zipped them up and yanked down the towel that was around his waist.
“Look good enough to eat luv,” he said seductively, tongue wetting Buffy’s lush full lips.
“Eww Spike! I’m in your body!”
“I know I’m hot luv,” he said with a grin. “Had enough women tell me so over the last century to realise it’s the truth.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “I bet you’d suck your own cock if you could too,” she said flippantly.
“Maybe later Slayer. Need to get your shampoo commercial hair dry, don’t I?”
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Joyce returned home from the butcher’s with a wide selection of blood. She hadn’t thought that buying blood would be such a difficult process. The muffled voices she could hear from upstairs told her that they were getting along.
The sound of the hairdryer filled the air as Joyce cracked eggs into a frying pan. This situation was not one she had prepared for when Rupert had filled her in on all the perils of her daughter’s chosen duty. She had no doubt that it wasn’t a permanent condition, but had worries that it would take longer than necessary to get everything back to normal.
She just hoped that Riley had a chance to see Buffy in Spike’s body. She wanted to see the hulking man get a little comeuppance.
Joyce tried to be charitable. She wanted to like Riley, she really did. But there was something within her that just knew that Riley and Buffy weren’t meant to be. He was wrong in so many ways.
And she’d only met him a few times.
There was a knock on the door. Joyce tossed aside a dishtowel and greeted her early morning visitor, hastily bidding pause to her unRiley thoughts.
“Good morning, Willow.” Joyce smiled at the red head ushering her into the hallway.
“Buffy didn’t come back to the dorm last night, and Giles phoned, there’s research doing to be done?” she asked, babbling.
“I would think so, but I’ll let Buffy tell you when she comes down stairs. They’re doing hair at the moment,” explained Joyce.
“They?” asked a confused Willow.
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Joyce was serving breakfast to Willow, Xander, Anya and Giles when Spike and Buffy came down into the dining room.
Xander’s fork paused halfway to his mouth, taking in the scene of the two mortal enemies walking in to the room causally together.
“Is Dead Boy Jr. wearing something other than black? Perpetually in the 80’s boy moves on! Call the Undead Times.”
Willow gave him a look.
Buffy looked from her friends to her Watcher to her mother. Obviously her mom had not told the story. What she had told Giles over his answering machine had been cryptic at best.
“Buffy,” greeted Giles. “Shall we start at exactly what necessitated this early morning meeting?”
“Yes, I was enjoying some particularly delightful sex related dreams when Xander woke me up,” noted Anya.
Buffy rolled the blue eyes she had control of.
“And I like what Spike is wearing,” continued Anya. “It brings out his eyes very nicely. You have very pretty eyes for a vampire.”
Spike lit up in a smile, Buffy’s green orbs sparkling at the compliment.
“You think he has pretty eyes?” asked Xander of his girlfriend aghast.
“Your eyes are pretty too, Xander,” soothed the ex demon.
“Yes, well as fascinating as it is that Spike has nice eyes, can we get to the point?” asked Giles.
“Yes, I think that would be a good idea,” commented Joyce. “Why don’t you two sit down and have some breakfast? I have blood warming up in the microwave. I hope pig is ok.”
Buffy shrugged as she sat. She’d never had blood before, but the rumblies in Spike’s tummy were not going to take exception to that fact.
Buffy looked out at her friends. The moment she started talking all hell was going to break loose. She looked over at her body and the vampire that was currently scarfing down bacon and omelette like it was going out of style.
“Whoa! Hold your horses there buddy, that’s my body you’re filling up with pig grease. I do NOT want to find myself ten pounds heavier because you couldn’t control yourself,” she ranted, standing up from the table.
“Too thin anyway, surprised that Soldier Boy hasn’t said anything. Like my women to have curves, love,” he retorted looking up from the plate with glee.
The others around the table sat, their mouths open at the pair arguing.
“Good thing I’m not your woman then isn’t it. God! Spike do you even think before you speak or do you enjoy the verbal vomit you spew?”
Joyce re-entered the dining room holding the glass of blood she had warmed in the kitchen and set in down in front of Spike’s body. “Buffy, stop antagonizing Spike and drink your blood.”
With a pout, Buffy took the glass and drank.
“Is that why Spike’s wearing new clothes? Cause Buffy’s in his body?” asked Anya. “It makes sense you know. If I was in Spike’s body I’d dress him differently too.”
Xander turned to his girlfriend. “Huh? Buffy’s trapped in the killer vampire’s body and the first thing you think about is the clothes thing? The logic of your brain befuddles, Ahn.”
“At least I follow logic of a sort, Xander Harris,” she huffed.
“How...how did this happen?” asked Willow confused, neglecting her eggs.
“There was a thing...” started Spike, trying to speak through a mouthful of bacon.
“Eww!” Buffy rolled blue eyes and threw a napkin at him. “Spike picked something off the road last night and when he was handing it over, we switched. Didn’t notice until this morning.” Buffy sat down with a plunk. “I was all vampirey with a splash of male and he was me.
“Sounds like a Draconian Katra spell,” said Giles, wiping his mouth. “Will take the better part of the day to conjure up one similar to switch you back. Provided it works you should be back in your own bodies by sunset.”
“Oh!” gasped Buffy, getting up and giving her watcher a hug.
“Oy! Don’t appreciate my body being all affectionate with the Watcher Slayer!” spouted Spike.
“Ungrateful vampire,” Buffy muttered going back to her seat.
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tbc...
Author’s note: Thanks and *hugs* to Aribelle for being a fab beta!
Thanks to mary, spet, Franchesca, Tammydevil666, EAS, Wulfie, Marzbar and Opal for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 3: Towels and Eggs
Towel clad, the two individuals emerged from the bathroom clean and wet. With a furtive glance to the hallway, Buffy and Spike slinked across the wooden floor and into Buffy’s bedroom. The door hastily closed behind them. Buffy took a moment to assess the situation.
She was wearing a towel, and Spike’s body, after having possibly the most odd experience in the shower. She looked at her body, across the room, peering out the window at the street below.
It was almost cute the way he was watching some kids on bikes playing on the sidewalk. He was probably eager to get out in the sunshine and wreak havoc on the populace, she thought. That thought was quickly dismissed though, when he recognised the look on her face, gratitude, enjoyment, bliss. Spike hadn’t been in the sun since his failed attempt to kick her ass in the sunlight at the beginning of the year, and before that since he was turned.
“Ok, we need you dressed,” she said with purpose, pushing the image of cute sunlit Spike frolicking in the tulips that had been forcing itself on her brain. She strode up to her closet and began going through the various hangers of clothes.
If it had been summer or even just a little warmer outside she so would have made him wear the frilliest dress she owned, but it was February. And she wasn’t that cruel. She turned from the closet holding a dark blue skirt that had a ruffled slit up the side and a silvery grey wrap around long sleeve shirt with a plunging neckline in her hands.
She was determined that Spike should experience the full effect of being in a woman’s body. God knows that if this predicament should last longer than a few days he was in for a messy surprise.
Spike was indeed looking at the children riding their bicycles in the street. However, his mind was elsewhere, focused on the beat of Buffy’s heart in her chest, the feeling of being alive. A feeling so very different from the still coolness of his own body.
He was also debating exactly what he should do about being left randy by her high and mightiness.
Buffy walked over to her underwear drawer and pulled out a matching set, black thong and bra.
“Here,” she ordered, thrusting the garments at him, still mesmerized by the kids outside.
Spike looked at the clothes with a raised eyebrow. “Seem a little girly to me, pet, got anything in leather?”
“Just put it on. If you have problems with the bra let me know.”
Buffy watched with a smile as Spike fumbled with the pile of clothes for a moment, before squatting and ducking her head under her bed, in search of something she had hoped that Spike would never find out about and that she hadn’t the heart to give away.
A couple of days after Willow’s ‘My Will be Done’ spell she had been shopping. That in itself was not unusual, but what was unusual was that she had bought him clothes. She didn’t know what had come over her. She was supposed to be disgusted with the whole Spike kissage thing but when she saw the light blue shirt she knew right away that it would go perfectly with his eyes.
And of course, once she started shopping for him she couldn’t stop until she had a complete outfit. This was why, in her time of need, she found a box of Spike-sized clothes under her bed. She regretted now not buying boxers for him too.
Buffy stood once more and stare at the towel covering Spike’s nakedness from her. Exactly how am I supposed to get this body dressed without Spike’s spike getting all friendly? she wondered.
Suddenly, a snarl broke the silence of the room. Buffy turned to see Spike struggling with the bra she had given him. The back clasp seemed to elude him.
Stifling a giggle, Buffy dropped the box of clothes she was carrying on the bed and headed over to the vampire trapped in her body.
“You’d think that seeing as I can get the blighters off women with no problems, I could at least get one on...” he said frustrated.
“Spike...” Buffy put a hand on her arm and turned him around, taking the bra from him. “I said if you needed help...” Buffy motioned for him to put up his arms and reached around to place the bra over her towelled body. “There... now, the undies.”
Spike held up the scrap of cloth that he was supposed to slip on and raised an eyebrow. “Can’t I just leave ‘em off? Never wear ‘em normally...”
“No!” exclaimed a shocked Buffy. “It’s my body you are wearing and you will put underwear on it!”
“Hardly seems worth it...” he said inspecting the thin strip that was the back of the underwear. “Doesn’t cover much.”
“Covers the important parts,” she muttered taking the pair away from him and squatting down on the floor by her body’s feet. “Step in,” she ordered.
Reluctantly Spike stepped into the thong, and Buffy began to slide the garment up her legs, pulling back the towel to make sure that the thong rested in the right spots.
Face-to-crotch with her own body she couldn’t help but notice something rather embarrassing, well if she had been in her own body.
“Spike, are you turned on in my body? Ewww.”
“Smelled that did you?” he answered, more intent on the slip of fabric that was resting up Buffy’s crack than her question.
She gave him a glare and crossed her arms, waiting for an apology, or an explanation or something.
“Feels weird,” he muttered, squirming.
“You’ll get used to it,” she remarked, gripping the towel that still hung from under the bra she had put on earlier. With a swift tug the towel came free and Spike was left clad in the matching thong and bra combo.
“Clothes, now,” she ordered and she headed back to the bed and the pile of clothes that she was going to have to put on Spike’s body. Reluctantly Buffy held up the blue jeans and sighed deeply, realising for the first time that she didn’t need to breathe.
It was an interesting sensation. Buffy experimented, holding a breath in for a lot longer than she thought healthy with no nasty side effects. Stuck in a vampire’s body was really going to give her the ‘walk a mile in someone else’s shoes’ experience. Though in this case they were really scuffed Doc Martin’s.
Reluctantly Buffy drew the jeans on to the body she was inhabiting. Pulling them up to the waist wasn’t the problem; the problem, she was finding, was that appendage that had a mind of its own. It just wouldn’t go into the jeans of its own accord.
She was going to have to touch it.
“Having problems pet?” asked Spike from his position on the other side of the room.
Buffy looked over to find herself fully dressed, towel still on her head.
“I think I need to get a stick to beat this thing down,” she complained.
Spike chuckled. “No, luv, I don’t think that would help the problem at all,” he said as he sauntered over to her position by the bed, reached up under the towel and gently guided his cock down into the confines of the jeans she had put on his body. Slowly he zipped them up and yanked down the towel that was around his waist.
“Look good enough to eat luv,” he said seductively, tongue wetting Buffy’s lush full lips.
“Eww Spike! I’m in your body!”
“I know I’m hot luv,” he said with a grin. “Had enough women tell me so over the last century to realise it’s the truth.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “I bet you’d suck your own cock if you could too,” she said flippantly.
“Maybe later Slayer. Need to get your shampoo commercial hair dry, don’t I?”
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Joyce returned home from the butcher’s with a wide selection of blood. She hadn’t thought that buying blood would be such a difficult process. The muffled voices she could hear from upstairs told her that they were getting along.
The sound of the hairdryer filled the air as Joyce cracked eggs into a frying pan. This situation was not one she had prepared for when Rupert had filled her in on all the perils of her daughter’s chosen duty. She had no doubt that it wasn’t a permanent condition, but had worries that it would take longer than necessary to get everything back to normal.
She just hoped that Riley had a chance to see Buffy in Spike’s body. She wanted to see the hulking man get a little comeuppance.
Joyce tried to be charitable. She wanted to like Riley, she really did. But there was something within her that just knew that Riley and Buffy weren’t meant to be. He was wrong in so many ways.
And she’d only met him a few times.
There was a knock on the door. Joyce tossed aside a dishtowel and greeted her early morning visitor, hastily bidding pause to her unRiley thoughts.
“Good morning, Willow.” Joyce smiled at the red head ushering her into the hallway.
“Buffy didn’t come back to the dorm last night, and Giles phoned, there’s research doing to be done?” she asked, babbling.
“I would think so, but I’ll let Buffy tell you when she comes down stairs. They’re doing hair at the moment,” explained Joyce.
“They?” asked a confused Willow.
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Joyce was serving breakfast to Willow, Xander, Anya and Giles when Spike and Buffy came down into the dining room.
Xander’s fork paused halfway to his mouth, taking in the scene of the two mortal enemies walking in to the room causally together.
“Is Dead Boy Jr. wearing something other than black? Perpetually in the 80’s boy moves on! Call the Undead Times.”
Willow gave him a look.
Buffy looked from her friends to her Watcher to her mother. Obviously her mom had not told the story. What she had told Giles over his answering machine had been cryptic at best.
“Buffy,” greeted Giles. “Shall we start at exactly what necessitated this early morning meeting?”
“Yes, I was enjoying some particularly delightful sex related dreams when Xander woke me up,” noted Anya.
Buffy rolled the blue eyes she had control of.
“And I like what Spike is wearing,” continued Anya. “It brings out his eyes very nicely. You have very pretty eyes for a vampire.”
Spike lit up in a smile, Buffy’s green orbs sparkling at the compliment.
“You think he has pretty eyes?” asked Xander of his girlfriend aghast.
“Your eyes are pretty too, Xander,” soothed the ex demon.
“Yes, well as fascinating as it is that Spike has nice eyes, can we get to the point?” asked Giles.
“Yes, I think that would be a good idea,” commented Joyce. “Why don’t you two sit down and have some breakfast? I have blood warming up in the microwave. I hope pig is ok.”
Buffy shrugged as she sat. She’d never had blood before, but the rumblies in Spike’s tummy were not going to take exception to that fact.
Buffy looked out at her friends. The moment she started talking all hell was going to break loose. She looked over at her body and the vampire that was currently scarfing down bacon and omelette like it was going out of style.
“Whoa! Hold your horses there buddy, that’s my body you’re filling up with pig grease. I do NOT want to find myself ten pounds heavier because you couldn’t control yourself,” she ranted, standing up from the table.
“Too thin anyway, surprised that Soldier Boy hasn’t said anything. Like my women to have curves, love,” he retorted looking up from the plate with glee.
The others around the table sat, their mouths open at the pair arguing.
“Good thing I’m not your woman then isn’t it. God! Spike do you even think before you speak or do you enjoy the verbal vomit you spew?”
Joyce re-entered the dining room holding the glass of blood she had warmed in the kitchen and set in down in front of Spike’s body. “Buffy, stop antagonizing Spike and drink your blood.”
With a pout, Buffy took the glass and drank.
“Is that why Spike’s wearing new clothes? Cause Buffy’s in his body?” asked Anya. “It makes sense you know. If I was in Spike’s body I’d dress him differently too.”
Xander turned to his girlfriend. “Huh? Buffy’s trapped in the killer vampire’s body and the first thing you think about is the clothes thing? The logic of your brain befuddles, Ahn.”
“At least I follow logic of a sort, Xander Harris,” she huffed.
“How...how did this happen?” asked Willow confused, neglecting her eggs.
“There was a thing...” started Spike, trying to speak through a mouthful of bacon.
“Eww!” Buffy rolled blue eyes and threw a napkin at him. “Spike picked something off the road last night and when he was handing it over, we switched. Didn’t notice until this morning.” Buffy sat down with a plunk. “I was all vampirey with a splash of male and he was me.
“Sounds like a Draconian Katra spell,” said Giles, wiping his mouth. “Will take the better part of the day to conjure up one similar to switch you back. Provided it works you should be back in your own bodies by sunset.”
“Oh!” gasped Buffy, getting up and giving her watcher a hug.
“Oy! Don’t appreciate my body being all affectionate with the Watcher Slayer!” spouted Spike.
“Ungrateful vampire,” Buffy muttered going back to her seat.
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tbc...
Post Secondary Education
Disclaimer: Joss owns them, all I want is my very own naked Spike, preferably chocolate covered, but Joss won’t let me even if I asked nicely.
Author’s note: Thanks to Aribelle for the betaing! *Hugs* Thanks to Stephanie, Peyton, Spikes_petslayer, EAS, wulfie, and Maryperk for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 4: Post Secondary Education
Buffy’s plan had been to stay at home all day and catch up on some most needed TV watching. Her mother, unfortunately had other plans.
“Your education is expensive Buffy, and I will not have you waste it!” lectured her mother, the house now devoid of the Watcher and Scoobies.
Spike looked on with interest, wondering exactly how this conversation was going to end.
“I can’t go to school Mom, I’m all Spike-like! Remember sun equals flamey death?” retorted Buffy, as she waved Spike’s hands in the air for emphasis.
“I understand Buffy, but that doesn’t mean your body can’t go to school for you, I’m sure that Spike will take very good notes for you.”
Joyce looked over at the body housing her daughter and smiled when she saw Spike’s mouth agape. With a small turn of her head she noted that Buffy’s body was reacting in the same way.
“You can’t honestly suggest that Spike go to school for me Mom. He’ll ruin my life!”
Spike snorted at the idea. “I’m not going to bloody ruin your perfect bubble gum life, Slayer. Might actually raise your grades,” he muttered.
Joyce smiled. “Wonderful. Buffy tell him what classes you have today and where they are.”
“But he hasn’t done any of the reading! You are so going to get me in trouble,” she whined. “And just what am I supposed to do while Spike is living my life? Exactly what does he do that’s so useful during the day?”
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Clad in the garb of a sophisticated co-ed, Spike sauntered up to the UC Sunnydale campus wondering what havoc he could wreak on the Slayer’s life.
On the little piece of paper he held in Buffy’s manicured hands was the class schedule for the day: English lit, Modern History and Sociology. Spike exhaled the air out of Buffy’s living lungs and walked towards impending doom.
The halls of this particular building were replete with college kids, unaware of the evil killer in their midst. Every vampire feared the Slayer, but the idea that such a killer was just happily walking around the campus living the life of a carefree student boggled his mind. Checking the doorways for room numbers, Spike failed to notice he was being followed.
“Buffy?” came a familiar voice.
Spike tried to ignore the sound. Unfortunately it was habit now, to look for the Slayer when he heard her name. Spike felt a hand on Buffy’s arm and turned to face the encroacher with a glare.
“Buffy?” asked Captain Cardboard again, “I called after you; I guess you didn’t hear me?”
Spike inwardly groaned. Spike looked over the hulk of a man that held him fast in his grip. The Slayer’s boy toy.
“Can I walk you to class?” Riley asked.
Spike held back the laugh that was about to issue from his lips.
“I called you last night, but you weren’t in the dorm. Did you go home to your mother’s house?” he asked.
Spike warily looked over at the Solider Boy. Spike tried to think of what to say and how to say it to get this oaf to leave him the bloody hell alone. With the personal mantra of ‘Slayer will dust your ass if you muck up her peachy keen life’ Spike opened Buffy’s lip glossed mouth to speak.
“Ya, I did,” said Spike distinctly, ever aware of the fact that the British accent was not going anywhere. In a hundred and change years that he’d been around he hadn’t managed to fake an American accent worth a damn. And now he was going to pay for it.
“You should have let me know. Willow wasn’t there either.”
“Am I supposed to bloody check in with you now?” Spike asked incredulously. “Seems to me that this bint can take care of herself. Slayer and all.”
Riley’s forehead wrinkled. “Buffy what’s up with the accent? Are you trying out for the drama club?”
Spike rolled his eyes at that comment. The urge to snap this git’s neck was overwhelming. However, he was loath to switch back into a pile of dust.
“Giles starting to rub off on you?” continued Riley.
Spike yanked Buffy’s arm away from the wanker and stepped back.
“Better run off to class like the good little co-ed I am,” said Spike, making Buffy’s already high girlish voice even higher. Spike turned away from Riley with the intention of getting as much distance between the two of them as possible.
“Buffy?” called Riley once more. “I’ll pick you up at eight, like we planned?”
Spike stopped dead in his tracks. The Slayer had a date with this git? Bloody buggering hell!
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The horrible possibility that his Slayer had a date with that ponce intruded on his thoughts all through Buffy’s English Lit class. They were discussing Shakespeare’s sonnets, a normally intriguing topic for him, though he would be a fool to admit it. Unfortunately, his mind was swirling at the possibly of exactly what would happen tonight at eight. The mere thought at spending any time voluntarily with Captain Cardboard was revolting, and had begun to churn the breakfast that he had eaten that morning. He had to get the Slayer to give him Riley’s phone number, so that he could break off the date.
Spike emerged from the Lit class determined to fix this situation himself and strode with purpose to the Slayer’s dorm room.
She must have the git’s number written somewhere.
Spike turned the lock with ease and tested the door for that barrier which he expected.
There was no barrier after all.
With a smile Spike passed the threshold, gleeful in his new ability to enter any house, any residence with ease.
Before him lay the Slayer’s dorm room; two beds pristinely made, not a shoe out of place. Spike sat on the bed and brushed Buffy’s long blond locks out of his view before beginning his search for the git’s phone number.
The bedside table was a jumble, lacking in the organisation that the room exuded. Clearly the room was a façade for the underlying mess. Spike waded through the pens, papers, lipsticks, stakes and random jewellery before his hand passed over something that made his whole being cringe.
A condom.
The Slayer was having sex with the Soldier Boy.
The revelation was not new. Sure, he had assumed that they had been going at it, but the idea that Solider Boy had no idea that it wasn’t the Slayer occupying her gorgeous body, was something else indeed. Spike tossed the condom into Buffy’s bag and carried on inspecting the contents of the bedside table.
Spike slammed the drawer shut with annoyance when he had finished going through the contents, no paper labelled ‘Riley’s phone number’ was contained therein.
Spike passed a glance at the rest of the room. There was a desk...it could be there. Spike stood up from the bed and walked towards the desk, only to be interrupted by a knock on the dorm door. Slightly worried about what he would find on the other side of that door, Spike reached out for the handle.
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Buffy stared in shock at the list of things to do today that Spike had given her. He had sworn up and down that these were the things that he had really intended to do. Buffy, on the other hand, couldn’t help but think that perhaps Spike was making her life hell by making her do menial labour.
She was standing in his crypt, Spike’s face a mixture of disgust and annoyance.
To do today...
1. Get rid of cobwebs in crypt.
2. Acquire fridge from dump for blood storage.
3. Watch passions (TAKE NOTES)
4. Talk to Clem about those kittens he owes me.
5. Dye hair.
Who the hell was Clem? Buffy asked herself. Kittens?
Buffy thought back to the last time she had had a good look at Spike’s hair and concurred that, yes, he did need to dye his hair again. But there was no way that she was going to scour the dump for a fridge!
Her mother had insisted that it was the least she could do, as Spike was going to school for her. It was completely unfair that her mother seemed to be all ‘yay Spike’ since this happened. Maybe it was because he was instrumental in the knocking out of Faith the Psycho or maybe it was something else.
Maybe mom ‘liked’ Spike. Ewwww. After the whole Band Candy incident last year Buffy had been perfectly willing to believe that her mom was not a sexual creature. In fact, she blocked out all references to sex and her mom in the same sentence at each opportunity.
The idea of Spike and her mom together though, brought about feelings that were way beyond ewww. Her mom couldn’t like Spike, he was Spike. He was hers.
Hers.
Spike was hers. Hers to stake, hers to fight, hers to do...
That was why she was so mad at the Initiative right? They tampered with her vampire.
The Spike version of resolve face covered his chiselled cheeks; Buffy got out a broom and attacked those cobwebs.
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Spike threw back the door of Buffy’s dorm room to reveal Riley, goofy grin pasted on his face.
“Buffy!” he greeted, pushing past Spike to get into the room. “You ran off so fast after your class, I didn’t get to see you. Are you feeling ok today? You seem off...”
Spike felt that urge to rip off the git’s head return. Riley walked about the room looking over the immaculate housekeeping of the Slayer and Red. He leaned over the bed and picked something up out of the Slayer’s bag.
The vampire trapped in the Slayer’s body looked on with horror as Riley held up the condom with a smile on his face.
“Intending to seduce me, little lady?” Riley said, trying to sound seductively.
Spike cringed feeling like Buffy’s stomach was rebelling.
Riley sauntered up towards him, reaching out with his massive hands. Spike stepped backwards only to find himself backed up against Buffy’s desk.
“We could blow off your next class and get started early...” added Riley, putting his hand suggestively over the bulge in his trousers.
Spike was ready to heave. There was only so much that he was willing to go through to keep the Slayer’s life all perfect like she wanted. Spike swallowed down his disgust. He’d put up with this crap long enough. He let Solider Boy lean in closer before putting his plan into action.
Riley’s breath was humid on Buffy’s cheek, before Spike pushed Captain Cardboard away.
“Uh, Solider Boy, you are making me want to heave. Get off!” spat Spike, pushing Riley off of Buffy’s body. Riley landed on the floor with a thump. Spike relished the lack of chippyness in his head.
“If you don’t mind, Whitebread, I’ve got Modern History to attend.” Spike picked up Buffy’s bag off the bed and turned to head out the door. “And don’t bother to pick me up for our...date...” Spike made a disgusted look. “I would rather let a Pithrol demon eat my brains than let you touch me.”
Spike flipped Buffy’s hair over her shoulder and strode out the door, but not before plucking the condom out of Riley‘s fingers.
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Spike sat down carefully beside Willow in Modern History. He assumed that the Slayer would be sitting beside her friend.
Willow looked over shocked at the body of her friend beside her.
“Uh, does Buffy know you are out and about Spike?” Willow asked.
Spike nodded. “I’m to attend the bint’s classes and not muck up her perfect Slayer life.”
“You are taking notes for her?” asked Willow.
In response Spike got out the note book that Buffy had given him to write down her notes. Willow glanced over the flowing cursive writing that covered the pages.
“You have nice handwriting Spike,” complimented Willow.
Spike smiled, and turned to pay attention to the professor.
“Did you see Riley, or more to the point did Riley see you?” asked Willow. “‘Cause that would be bad.”
“Oh I saw the git, tried to get it on with his girl in the dorm room at one point.”
Willow’s jaw dropped. “What did you do?” she asked.
“Told him to sod off. The way he was breathing all over her body, made me want to heave.”
Willow nodded.
“’Sides got my girl’s education to think of, not gettin’ laid, now don’t I?”
“Your girl?” asked Willow.
“Damn straight, she’s wearing my body and all, we are stuck with each other right now.”
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tbc...
Author’s note: Thanks to Aribelle for the betaing! *Hugs* Thanks to Stephanie, Peyton, Spikes_petslayer, EAS, wulfie, and Maryperk for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 4: Post Secondary Education
Buffy’s plan had been to stay at home all day and catch up on some most needed TV watching. Her mother, unfortunately had other plans.
“Your education is expensive Buffy, and I will not have you waste it!” lectured her mother, the house now devoid of the Watcher and Scoobies.
Spike looked on with interest, wondering exactly how this conversation was going to end.
“I can’t go to school Mom, I’m all Spike-like! Remember sun equals flamey death?” retorted Buffy, as she waved Spike’s hands in the air for emphasis.
“I understand Buffy, but that doesn’t mean your body can’t go to school for you, I’m sure that Spike will take very good notes for you.”
Joyce looked over at the body housing her daughter and smiled when she saw Spike’s mouth agape. With a small turn of her head she noted that Buffy’s body was reacting in the same way.
“You can’t honestly suggest that Spike go to school for me Mom. He’ll ruin my life!”
Spike snorted at the idea. “I’m not going to bloody ruin your perfect bubble gum life, Slayer. Might actually raise your grades,” he muttered.
Joyce smiled. “Wonderful. Buffy tell him what classes you have today and where they are.”
“But he hasn’t done any of the reading! You are so going to get me in trouble,” she whined. “And just what am I supposed to do while Spike is living my life? Exactly what does he do that’s so useful during the day?”
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Clad in the garb of a sophisticated co-ed, Spike sauntered up to the UC Sunnydale campus wondering what havoc he could wreak on the Slayer’s life.
On the little piece of paper he held in Buffy’s manicured hands was the class schedule for the day: English lit, Modern History and Sociology. Spike exhaled the air out of Buffy’s living lungs and walked towards impending doom.
The halls of this particular building were replete with college kids, unaware of the evil killer in their midst. Every vampire feared the Slayer, but the idea that such a killer was just happily walking around the campus living the life of a carefree student boggled his mind. Checking the doorways for room numbers, Spike failed to notice he was being followed.
“Buffy?” came a familiar voice.
Spike tried to ignore the sound. Unfortunately it was habit now, to look for the Slayer when he heard her name. Spike felt a hand on Buffy’s arm and turned to face the encroacher with a glare.
“Buffy?” asked Captain Cardboard again, “I called after you; I guess you didn’t hear me?”
Spike inwardly groaned. Spike looked over the hulk of a man that held him fast in his grip. The Slayer’s boy toy.
“Can I walk you to class?” Riley asked.
Spike held back the laugh that was about to issue from his lips.
“I called you last night, but you weren’t in the dorm. Did you go home to your mother’s house?” he asked.
Spike warily looked over at the Solider Boy. Spike tried to think of what to say and how to say it to get this oaf to leave him the bloody hell alone. With the personal mantra of ‘Slayer will dust your ass if you muck up her peachy keen life’ Spike opened Buffy’s lip glossed mouth to speak.
“Ya, I did,” said Spike distinctly, ever aware of the fact that the British accent was not going anywhere. In a hundred and change years that he’d been around he hadn’t managed to fake an American accent worth a damn. And now he was going to pay for it.
“You should have let me know. Willow wasn’t there either.”
“Am I supposed to bloody check in with you now?” Spike asked incredulously. “Seems to me that this bint can take care of herself. Slayer and all.”
Riley’s forehead wrinkled. “Buffy what’s up with the accent? Are you trying out for the drama club?”
Spike rolled his eyes at that comment. The urge to snap this git’s neck was overwhelming. However, he was loath to switch back into a pile of dust.
“Giles starting to rub off on you?” continued Riley.
Spike yanked Buffy’s arm away from the wanker and stepped back.
“Better run off to class like the good little co-ed I am,” said Spike, making Buffy’s already high girlish voice even higher. Spike turned away from Riley with the intention of getting as much distance between the two of them as possible.
“Buffy?” called Riley once more. “I’ll pick you up at eight, like we planned?”
Spike stopped dead in his tracks. The Slayer had a date with this git? Bloody buggering hell!
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The horrible possibility that his Slayer had a date with that ponce intruded on his thoughts all through Buffy’s English Lit class. They were discussing Shakespeare’s sonnets, a normally intriguing topic for him, though he would be a fool to admit it. Unfortunately, his mind was swirling at the possibly of exactly what would happen tonight at eight. The mere thought at spending any time voluntarily with Captain Cardboard was revolting, and had begun to churn the breakfast that he had eaten that morning. He had to get the Slayer to give him Riley’s phone number, so that he could break off the date.
Spike emerged from the Lit class determined to fix this situation himself and strode with purpose to the Slayer’s dorm room.
She must have the git’s number written somewhere.
Spike turned the lock with ease and tested the door for that barrier which he expected.
There was no barrier after all.
With a smile Spike passed the threshold, gleeful in his new ability to enter any house, any residence with ease.
Before him lay the Slayer’s dorm room; two beds pristinely made, not a shoe out of place. Spike sat on the bed and brushed Buffy’s long blond locks out of his view before beginning his search for the git’s phone number.
The bedside table was a jumble, lacking in the organisation that the room exuded. Clearly the room was a façade for the underlying mess. Spike waded through the pens, papers, lipsticks, stakes and random jewellery before his hand passed over something that made his whole being cringe.
A condom.
The Slayer was having sex with the Soldier Boy.
The revelation was not new. Sure, he had assumed that they had been going at it, but the idea that Solider Boy had no idea that it wasn’t the Slayer occupying her gorgeous body, was something else indeed. Spike tossed the condom into Buffy’s bag and carried on inspecting the contents of the bedside table.
Spike slammed the drawer shut with annoyance when he had finished going through the contents, no paper labelled ‘Riley’s phone number’ was contained therein.
Spike passed a glance at the rest of the room. There was a desk...it could be there. Spike stood up from the bed and walked towards the desk, only to be interrupted by a knock on the dorm door. Slightly worried about what he would find on the other side of that door, Spike reached out for the handle.
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Buffy stared in shock at the list of things to do today that Spike had given her. He had sworn up and down that these were the things that he had really intended to do. Buffy, on the other hand, couldn’t help but think that perhaps Spike was making her life hell by making her do menial labour.
She was standing in his crypt, Spike’s face a mixture of disgust and annoyance.
To do today...
1. Get rid of cobwebs in crypt.
2. Acquire fridge from dump for blood storage.
3. Watch passions (TAKE NOTES)
4. Talk to Clem about those kittens he owes me.
5. Dye hair.
Who the hell was Clem? Buffy asked herself. Kittens?
Buffy thought back to the last time she had had a good look at Spike’s hair and concurred that, yes, he did need to dye his hair again. But there was no way that she was going to scour the dump for a fridge!
Her mother had insisted that it was the least she could do, as Spike was going to school for her. It was completely unfair that her mother seemed to be all ‘yay Spike’ since this happened. Maybe it was because he was instrumental in the knocking out of Faith the Psycho or maybe it was something else.
Maybe mom ‘liked’ Spike. Ewwww. After the whole Band Candy incident last year Buffy had been perfectly willing to believe that her mom was not a sexual creature. In fact, she blocked out all references to sex and her mom in the same sentence at each opportunity.
The idea of Spike and her mom together though, brought about feelings that were way beyond ewww. Her mom couldn’t like Spike, he was Spike. He was hers.
Hers.
Spike was hers. Hers to stake, hers to fight, hers to do...
That was why she was so mad at the Initiative right? They tampered with her vampire.
The Spike version of resolve face covered his chiselled cheeks; Buffy got out a broom and attacked those cobwebs.
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Spike threw back the door of Buffy’s dorm room to reveal Riley, goofy grin pasted on his face.
“Buffy!” he greeted, pushing past Spike to get into the room. “You ran off so fast after your class, I didn’t get to see you. Are you feeling ok today? You seem off...”
Spike felt that urge to rip off the git’s head return. Riley walked about the room looking over the immaculate housekeeping of the Slayer and Red. He leaned over the bed and picked something up out of the Slayer’s bag.
The vampire trapped in the Slayer’s body looked on with horror as Riley held up the condom with a smile on his face.
“Intending to seduce me, little lady?” Riley said, trying to sound seductively.
Spike cringed feeling like Buffy’s stomach was rebelling.
Riley sauntered up towards him, reaching out with his massive hands. Spike stepped backwards only to find himself backed up against Buffy’s desk.
“We could blow off your next class and get started early...” added Riley, putting his hand suggestively over the bulge in his trousers.
Spike was ready to heave. There was only so much that he was willing to go through to keep the Slayer’s life all perfect like she wanted. Spike swallowed down his disgust. He’d put up with this crap long enough. He let Solider Boy lean in closer before putting his plan into action.
Riley’s breath was humid on Buffy’s cheek, before Spike pushed Captain Cardboard away.
“Uh, Solider Boy, you are making me want to heave. Get off!” spat Spike, pushing Riley off of Buffy’s body. Riley landed on the floor with a thump. Spike relished the lack of chippyness in his head.
“If you don’t mind, Whitebread, I’ve got Modern History to attend.” Spike picked up Buffy’s bag off the bed and turned to head out the door. “And don’t bother to pick me up for our...date...” Spike made a disgusted look. “I would rather let a Pithrol demon eat my brains than let you touch me.”
Spike flipped Buffy’s hair over her shoulder and strode out the door, but not before plucking the condom out of Riley‘s fingers.
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Spike sat down carefully beside Willow in Modern History. He assumed that the Slayer would be sitting beside her friend.
Willow looked over shocked at the body of her friend beside her.
“Uh, does Buffy know you are out and about Spike?” Willow asked.
Spike nodded. “I’m to attend the bint’s classes and not muck up her perfect Slayer life.”
“You are taking notes for her?” asked Willow.
In response Spike got out the note book that Buffy had given him to write down her notes. Willow glanced over the flowing cursive writing that covered the pages.
“You have nice handwriting Spike,” complimented Willow.
Spike smiled, and turned to pay attention to the professor.
“Did you see Riley, or more to the point did Riley see you?” asked Willow. “‘Cause that would be bad.”
“Oh I saw the git, tried to get it on with his girl in the dorm room at one point.”
Willow’s jaw dropped. “What did you do?” she asked.
“Told him to sod off. The way he was breathing all over her body, made me want to heave.”
Willow nodded.
“’Sides got my girl’s education to think of, not gettin’ laid, now don’t I?”
“Your girl?” asked Willow.
“Damn straight, she’s wearing my body and all, we are stuck with each other right now.”
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tbc...
Chicken Wings and Unwanted Advances
Disclaimer: Joss owns them all, I’m only having fun.
Author’s Note: Thanks to Aribelle for the fab betaing.
Thanks to Max, Marzbar, BTL, EAS, Jane, spet, Comedy of Errors and idk5743228 for the reviews!
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Chapter 5: Chicken Wings and Unwanted Advances
Buffy leaned over the bathroom sink, Spike’s hands covered in latex gloves, peroxide burning his scalp. Not a pleasant feeling.
With a very unmanly pout, Buffy stood upright, adjusting the towel that sat on Spike’s shoulders, protecting his alabaster chest from stray peroxide.
Buffy was still very much of the opinion that this day sucked. Spike’s crypt was free of cobwebs, she had watched Passions, taking detailed notes, as if there was going to be a test later, and she was now bleaching Spike’s hair. Three things checked off on Spike’s list of things to do today.
Buffy took a long look at the bathroom in which she was standing. The scene of earlier misadventures with Spike Jr and her hands. She couldn’t stop thinking about the whole shower, the way that he made her hands touch his body, the way that it felt to have Spike’s cock hard and wanting release, the orgasm...
That was the thing that invaded her thoughts most. The orgasm. Gah! Starting to think like Anya!
The problem was that she never thought this long about the orgasms that Riley was responsible for, they’d never been so intense. She stopped her uncharitable thoughts about her boyfriend, focusing on more pleasant memories.
It made Spike’s skin break out in goose bumps as she resumed her pleasant ponderings. Unconsciously she closed Spike’s blue eyes and let his head tilt back. The memories produced tangible tingles all over his body and slowly one of his hands, as if of its own free volition, travelled down the length of his torso and slipped past and into the waist band of the blue jeans that Buffy had dressed Spike’s body in this morning.
Spike’s fingers brushed to tip of his cock, causing Buffy to let out a gasp of delight at the sensation. Buffy opened Spike’s blue eyes and looked around the bathroom, as if there had been someone around to watch her get naughty with Spike’s body.
Which was turning out to be a really good idea right now.
Buffy looked down at Spike’s denim encased length with wonder, the vampire’s hand still resting inside the waist band.
No one would ever have to know, right? she thought.
Nervously she popped the button to the blue jeans Spike was wearing and let Spike Jr make an appearance as she slid down the zipper.
Spike’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as Buffy inspected Spike’s spike. Her earlier comment about his size was completely accurate. And it was turned on. Tentatively she reached out to touch the belled head, startling herself when it bobbed of its own accord.
Buffy quirked an eyebrow. Am I turned on because I’m thinking about Spike’s body, or is Spike’s body turned on, because it’s Spike’s body and he’s a pig?
She chuckled to herself, Spike’s manly voice echoing through the bathroom. She glanced down once more at the erection Spike’s body was sporting and decided that she had best do something about it. It wouldn’t do to have her mother come home from work to see her daughter with a hard on, would it?
Logical, Right?
Spike’s black nail polished fingers skirted over his shaft, tracing veins. Slowly, Buffy grasped the appendage and pumped Spike’s hand over the length a few times.
And it felt good. Really good.
She had done this before to Riley, but never to completion. Riley always wanted it done ‘proper.’ She had never seen a man cum until today, it always had to be in her. It didn’t leave room for exploration of undiscovered territory.
It’s educational, really, it is, she thought, as she moved Spike’s hand up and down his length.
Buffy watched with fascination as precum began to form, soon coating Spike’s hands with the substance, making her actions faster, more heated.
The intensity built forcing Buffy to lean against the sink, hoping that Spike’s knees wouldn’t fail her. The rhythmic pumping of his hand against his cock and the sensations that came from that little action sent Buffy’s brain into overdrive. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. And she needed to find something to think about to make her do it.
Forcing Spike’s eyes shut, Buffy tried to focus on the last time she had good sex, riding with abandon on a hard cock like the one that was in Spike’s hand right this very moment. Naked and hot, enjoying the sensation of a hard shaft thrusting inside of her, hitting that spot, driving her over the edge.
A moan echoed through the bathroom.
Spike’s hand pumped faster while Buffy screwed Spike’s eyes shut harder, imagining the contours of the man in her brain fucking the daylights out of her. His strong arms, holding her firmly in place, perfect abs, manly hands, black polished fingers digging into her hips, piercing blue eyes staring at her, waiting for her to cum.
With a roar, Buffy came, coating Spike’s hands with cum.
As she cleaned up, it dawned on her that it hadn’t been Riley fucking her in her mind’s eye.
“Oh my God!” she yelled at the mirror that held no reflection. I was thinking of fucking Spike!
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Spike bid Willow goodbye outside Modern History, feeling the need to put some food into Buffy’s stomach. He stopped by the cafeteria and purchased a garden salad, cause that’s what the Slayer would eat, Spicy chicken wings, a piece of cherry cheesecake, bag of M&Ms and a Chocolate Milk.
He sat down at a free table with his booty intent on filling’s the Slayer’s stomach up and getting rid of the horrible hollow feeling. Buffy’s nimble fingers made easy work of the plastic containers and he was poised, fork in hand ready to dig in, when the only other chair at the table was suddenly occupied.
Solider Boy was back.
“Bloody hell!” cursed Spike. “Can’t you soddin’ take a hint?” seethed Spike.
Riley laughed. “Have you been taking British accent lessons from Spike, Buffy?” asked Riley. “’Cause you sound ridiculous.”
Spike let a moment pass before responding.
“Listen you buggering ponce!” Spike hissed. “Leave me the bleedin’ hell alone!”
Riley guffawed. “Buffy you can’t expect me to believe that! I think this coy school girl fluttering virtue is all really sweet, but it’s been a week since I was last inside you and it’s driving me insane. Please Buffy, I’m begging here. Have a little compassion.”
Spike looked back in horror. The words ‘Too Much Information’ were ringing through his mind. Spike swiftly packed up his food sealing the goodness into their plastic coverings and placing them in Buffy‘s bag.. Spike and Riley rose at the same time, Spike holding his container of Spicy wings.
“You have an hour between classes right?” asked Riley with hope. “I’ll have you back to your class with plenty of time.”
“An hour isn’t enough for a proper shag you wanker!” spat Spike. “How the bloody hell the Slayer puts up with your oafish bollocking about, it boggles the mind. Take a bit of advice Whitebread...get used to taking care of yourself.”
Spike stepped away from him, only to be pulled back by Riley’s meaty hand.
“Buffy? What’s wrong with you?” asked Riley. “You know I don’t do...that...it’s unhealthy...Why won’t you go to bed with me?”
Spike smiled, knowing that Buffy’s dazzling smile beamed up at the Soldier Boy. “Well this Slayer’s undergone some changes,” said Spike happily, wrenching Buffy’s arm from Riley’s grip.
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Spike rushed off to Buffy’s dorm room, with the idea that there, he could have peace and quiet long enough to actually eat this lunch.
Spike opened the door only to find Red and some girl he had never met before kissing on Red’s bed.
“Bloody buggering hell!” Spike cried. “I just want to eat my soddin’ lunch in bloody peace!”
Willow and her friend stopped their pawing at each other to look at the source of the outburst. Buffy’s body was sitting sullenly on her bed, holding a plate of Chicken wings.
“Uh? Spike?” asked Willow.
There was sniffle from the Slayer’s body.
“I don’t know why I’m all teary!” he muttered, trying to reign in the tears. “I’m just all emotional!”
Willow sat down beside him on Buffy’s bed, a tentative hand patting Buffy’s back. “Mood Swing,” the witch explained.
“Wanna run that by me again?” asked Spike not quite understanding.
“I know Buffy’s cycles pretty well; you live with another girl, your cycles start working in sync. You are PMSing Spike.”
It was as if the day was a bottomless pit of badness. A new dimension of hell that Dante hadn’t written about.
“M...maybe I should go,” stammered the blond that Willow had been kissing, now standing awkwardly off to the side of the room.
“No!” protested Willow, looking at her new girlfriend. “Don’t go, or, I can go with, and let Spike eat.” Willow looked at her friend’s body with a smile. “We’ll go, k?”
Spike nodded, feeling his hunger return, as his sniffles subsided. He watched the witch and her friend leave the room, hand in hand. He set out a mini picnic on the Slayer’s floor, eager to get this day over with.
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Buffy skulked about Spike’s crypt feeling very guilty about her ‘wank’ and thinking about Spike instead of Riley. This did not bode well for future Riley/Buffy relations. She was already at that point where she couldn’t really remember what Riley’s cock looked like.
Though if Riley ever found out that she was with Spike’s naked body and gave him a hand job...she didn’t think it would matter if she never remembered what Riley’s cock looked like.
Buffy shook Spike’s newly bleached locks, trying to get the image of Spike’s length out of her mind, and desperately hoping that the appendage in question wouldn’t rise to the occasion. She just wanted to get this over with. There wasn’t much she could do while the sun was still up, but she could do this.
Buffy raised Spike’s hand up high, a measuring tape in his hand. There was no way she was going to be scouring the dump for a fridge, but what she was prepared to do was use her mom’s credit card at Sears.
Buffy was eyeballing the furniture in the upper level of the crypt when she heard a pitiful moan from the down stairs.
She was well acquainted with the lower level of the crypt, after taking the sewers back and forth to her house a couple of times already today. Buffy grabbed one of Spike’s many axes that lay about the crypt haphazardly hidden and descended the ladder into the darkness of the downstairs.
Buffy followed Spike’s eyes to the back corner of the crypt, near the sewer entrance, only to come face to face with Harmony of all vampires, her face covered in tears, her clothes dirty and worn.
“Harmony?” asked Buffy, weirded out. She so didn’t want to have to deal with Spike’s ex girlfriend right now, she had a fridge shopping to plan.
She is Spike’s Ex girlfriend though right? Buffy asked herself.
“Oh!” gasped Harmony excitedly, “You’re here! Of course you’re here, I mean it’s your crypt. But you’re here and you can take me in.”
“Take you in?” asked Buffy, Spike’s eyebrow raised in confusion.
Harmony rose to her feet and sauntered up to Buffy, seduction clearly on the vampiress’ mind.
Buffy took a step back. “Uh, Harmony, I don’t think it would be a good idea... for you to stay here, I mean. Everyone knows who lives in this crypt, right? Anyone who knows your history would definitely look for you here.”
Harmony pouted. “Why are you talking all American like? What happened to my Blondie Bear?”
Buffy spat out a laugh. “Blondie Bear?”
“You know I call you my Blondie Bear, Spike. I thought you liked it,” Harmony purred, wrapping an arm around Spike’s neck and trailing a manicured finger up Spike’s chest.
Buffy knew enough about Spike to know that there was no way in hell that he would ever willingly consent to being called ‘Blondie Bear.’
“All this not black you are wearing is turning me on,” whispered Harmony, her mouth getting ever closer to Spike’s ear.
Spike’s eyes went wide and Buffy threw Harmony off, backing up closer to the ladder.
“Holy Crap!” cried Buffy. This can’t be happening Buffy panicked.
“Spike, what the hell is wrong with you?” asked Harmony.
So many retorts, witty put downs and insults came to mind, but in the end Buffy took the higher ground. She raised a hand in Harmony’s direction, before walking briskly past her and out the sewer entrance. Destination: home.
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tbc...
Author’s Note: Thanks to Aribelle for the fab betaing.
Thanks to Max, Marzbar, BTL, EAS, Jane, spet, Comedy of Errors and idk5743228 for the reviews!
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Chapter 5: Chicken Wings and Unwanted Advances
Buffy leaned over the bathroom sink, Spike’s hands covered in latex gloves, peroxide burning his scalp. Not a pleasant feeling.
With a very unmanly pout, Buffy stood upright, adjusting the towel that sat on Spike’s shoulders, protecting his alabaster chest from stray peroxide.
Buffy was still very much of the opinion that this day sucked. Spike’s crypt was free of cobwebs, she had watched Passions, taking detailed notes, as if there was going to be a test later, and she was now bleaching Spike’s hair. Three things checked off on Spike’s list of things to do today.
Buffy took a long look at the bathroom in which she was standing. The scene of earlier misadventures with Spike Jr and her hands. She couldn’t stop thinking about the whole shower, the way that he made her hands touch his body, the way that it felt to have Spike’s cock hard and wanting release, the orgasm...
That was the thing that invaded her thoughts most. The orgasm. Gah! Starting to think like Anya!
The problem was that she never thought this long about the orgasms that Riley was responsible for, they’d never been so intense. She stopped her uncharitable thoughts about her boyfriend, focusing on more pleasant memories.
It made Spike’s skin break out in goose bumps as she resumed her pleasant ponderings. Unconsciously she closed Spike’s blue eyes and let his head tilt back. The memories produced tangible tingles all over his body and slowly one of his hands, as if of its own free volition, travelled down the length of his torso and slipped past and into the waist band of the blue jeans that Buffy had dressed Spike’s body in this morning.
Spike’s fingers brushed to tip of his cock, causing Buffy to let out a gasp of delight at the sensation. Buffy opened Spike’s blue eyes and looked around the bathroom, as if there had been someone around to watch her get naughty with Spike’s body.
Which was turning out to be a really good idea right now.
Buffy looked down at Spike’s denim encased length with wonder, the vampire’s hand still resting inside the waist band.
No one would ever have to know, right? she thought.
Nervously she popped the button to the blue jeans Spike was wearing and let Spike Jr make an appearance as she slid down the zipper.
Spike’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as Buffy inspected Spike’s spike. Her earlier comment about his size was completely accurate. And it was turned on. Tentatively she reached out to touch the belled head, startling herself when it bobbed of its own accord.
Buffy quirked an eyebrow. Am I turned on because I’m thinking about Spike’s body, or is Spike’s body turned on, because it’s Spike’s body and he’s a pig?
She chuckled to herself, Spike’s manly voice echoing through the bathroom. She glanced down once more at the erection Spike’s body was sporting and decided that she had best do something about it. It wouldn’t do to have her mother come home from work to see her daughter with a hard on, would it?
Logical, Right?
Spike’s black nail polished fingers skirted over his shaft, tracing veins. Slowly, Buffy grasped the appendage and pumped Spike’s hand over the length a few times.
And it felt good. Really good.
She had done this before to Riley, but never to completion. Riley always wanted it done ‘proper.’ She had never seen a man cum until today, it always had to be in her. It didn’t leave room for exploration of undiscovered territory.
It’s educational, really, it is, she thought, as she moved Spike’s hand up and down his length.
Buffy watched with fascination as precum began to form, soon coating Spike’s hands with the substance, making her actions faster, more heated.
The intensity built forcing Buffy to lean against the sink, hoping that Spike’s knees wouldn’t fail her. The rhythmic pumping of his hand against his cock and the sensations that came from that little action sent Buffy’s brain into overdrive. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. And she needed to find something to think about to make her do it.
Forcing Spike’s eyes shut, Buffy tried to focus on the last time she had good sex, riding with abandon on a hard cock like the one that was in Spike’s hand right this very moment. Naked and hot, enjoying the sensation of a hard shaft thrusting inside of her, hitting that spot, driving her over the edge.
A moan echoed through the bathroom.
Spike’s hand pumped faster while Buffy screwed Spike’s eyes shut harder, imagining the contours of the man in her brain fucking the daylights out of her. His strong arms, holding her firmly in place, perfect abs, manly hands, black polished fingers digging into her hips, piercing blue eyes staring at her, waiting for her to cum.
With a roar, Buffy came, coating Spike’s hands with cum.
As she cleaned up, it dawned on her that it hadn’t been Riley fucking her in her mind’s eye.
“Oh my God!” she yelled at the mirror that held no reflection. I was thinking of fucking Spike!
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Spike bid Willow goodbye outside Modern History, feeling the need to put some food into Buffy’s stomach. He stopped by the cafeteria and purchased a garden salad, cause that’s what the Slayer would eat, Spicy chicken wings, a piece of cherry cheesecake, bag of M&Ms and a Chocolate Milk.
He sat down at a free table with his booty intent on filling’s the Slayer’s stomach up and getting rid of the horrible hollow feeling. Buffy’s nimble fingers made easy work of the plastic containers and he was poised, fork in hand ready to dig in, when the only other chair at the table was suddenly occupied.
Solider Boy was back.
“Bloody hell!” cursed Spike. “Can’t you soddin’ take a hint?” seethed Spike.
Riley laughed. “Have you been taking British accent lessons from Spike, Buffy?” asked Riley. “’Cause you sound ridiculous.”
Spike let a moment pass before responding.
“Listen you buggering ponce!” Spike hissed. “Leave me the bleedin’ hell alone!”
Riley guffawed. “Buffy you can’t expect me to believe that! I think this coy school girl fluttering virtue is all really sweet, but it’s been a week since I was last inside you and it’s driving me insane. Please Buffy, I’m begging here. Have a little compassion.”
Spike looked back in horror. The words ‘Too Much Information’ were ringing through his mind. Spike swiftly packed up his food sealing the goodness into their plastic coverings and placing them in Buffy‘s bag.. Spike and Riley rose at the same time, Spike holding his container of Spicy wings.
“You have an hour between classes right?” asked Riley with hope. “I’ll have you back to your class with plenty of time.”
“An hour isn’t enough for a proper shag you wanker!” spat Spike. “How the bloody hell the Slayer puts up with your oafish bollocking about, it boggles the mind. Take a bit of advice Whitebread...get used to taking care of yourself.”
Spike stepped away from him, only to be pulled back by Riley’s meaty hand.
“Buffy? What’s wrong with you?” asked Riley. “You know I don’t do...that...it’s unhealthy...Why won’t you go to bed with me?”
Spike smiled, knowing that Buffy’s dazzling smile beamed up at the Soldier Boy. “Well this Slayer’s undergone some changes,” said Spike happily, wrenching Buffy’s arm from Riley’s grip.
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Spike rushed off to Buffy’s dorm room, with the idea that there, he could have peace and quiet long enough to actually eat this lunch.
Spike opened the door only to find Red and some girl he had never met before kissing on Red’s bed.
“Bloody buggering hell!” Spike cried. “I just want to eat my soddin’ lunch in bloody peace!”
Willow and her friend stopped their pawing at each other to look at the source of the outburst. Buffy’s body was sitting sullenly on her bed, holding a plate of Chicken wings.
“Uh? Spike?” asked Willow.
There was sniffle from the Slayer’s body.
“I don’t know why I’m all teary!” he muttered, trying to reign in the tears. “I’m just all emotional!”
Willow sat down beside him on Buffy’s bed, a tentative hand patting Buffy’s back. “Mood Swing,” the witch explained.
“Wanna run that by me again?” asked Spike not quite understanding.
“I know Buffy’s cycles pretty well; you live with another girl, your cycles start working in sync. You are PMSing Spike.”
It was as if the day was a bottomless pit of badness. A new dimension of hell that Dante hadn’t written about.
“M...maybe I should go,” stammered the blond that Willow had been kissing, now standing awkwardly off to the side of the room.
“No!” protested Willow, looking at her new girlfriend. “Don’t go, or, I can go with, and let Spike eat.” Willow looked at her friend’s body with a smile. “We’ll go, k?”
Spike nodded, feeling his hunger return, as his sniffles subsided. He watched the witch and her friend leave the room, hand in hand. He set out a mini picnic on the Slayer’s floor, eager to get this day over with.
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Buffy skulked about Spike’s crypt feeling very guilty about her ‘wank’ and thinking about Spike instead of Riley. This did not bode well for future Riley/Buffy relations. She was already at that point where she couldn’t really remember what Riley’s cock looked like.
Though if Riley ever found out that she was with Spike’s naked body and gave him a hand job...she didn’t think it would matter if she never remembered what Riley’s cock looked like.
Buffy shook Spike’s newly bleached locks, trying to get the image of Spike’s length out of her mind, and desperately hoping that the appendage in question wouldn’t rise to the occasion. She just wanted to get this over with. There wasn’t much she could do while the sun was still up, but she could do this.
Buffy raised Spike’s hand up high, a measuring tape in his hand. There was no way she was going to be scouring the dump for a fridge, but what she was prepared to do was use her mom’s credit card at Sears.
Buffy was eyeballing the furniture in the upper level of the crypt when she heard a pitiful moan from the down stairs.
She was well acquainted with the lower level of the crypt, after taking the sewers back and forth to her house a couple of times already today. Buffy grabbed one of Spike’s many axes that lay about the crypt haphazardly hidden and descended the ladder into the darkness of the downstairs.
Buffy followed Spike’s eyes to the back corner of the crypt, near the sewer entrance, only to come face to face with Harmony of all vampires, her face covered in tears, her clothes dirty and worn.
“Harmony?” asked Buffy, weirded out. She so didn’t want to have to deal with Spike’s ex girlfriend right now, she had a fridge shopping to plan.
She is Spike’s Ex girlfriend though right? Buffy asked herself.
“Oh!” gasped Harmony excitedly, “You’re here! Of course you’re here, I mean it’s your crypt. But you’re here and you can take me in.”
“Take you in?” asked Buffy, Spike’s eyebrow raised in confusion.
Harmony rose to her feet and sauntered up to Buffy, seduction clearly on the vampiress’ mind.
Buffy took a step back. “Uh, Harmony, I don’t think it would be a good idea... for you to stay here, I mean. Everyone knows who lives in this crypt, right? Anyone who knows your history would definitely look for you here.”
Harmony pouted. “Why are you talking all American like? What happened to my Blondie Bear?”
Buffy spat out a laugh. “Blondie Bear?”
“You know I call you my Blondie Bear, Spike. I thought you liked it,” Harmony purred, wrapping an arm around Spike’s neck and trailing a manicured finger up Spike’s chest.
Buffy knew enough about Spike to know that there was no way in hell that he would ever willingly consent to being called ‘Blondie Bear.’
“All this not black you are wearing is turning me on,” whispered Harmony, her mouth getting ever closer to Spike’s ear.
Spike’s eyes went wide and Buffy threw Harmony off, backing up closer to the ladder.
“Holy Crap!” cried Buffy. This can’t be happening Buffy panicked.
“Spike, what the hell is wrong with you?” asked Harmony.
So many retorts, witty put downs and insults came to mind, but in the end Buffy took the higher ground. She raised a hand in Harmony’s direction, before walking briskly past her and out the sewer entrance. Destination: home.
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tbc...
Not Listening
Disclaimer: Joss, he is god of the Buffyverse, I play in it, that’s all.
Author’s note: *hugs* to the fabulous Aribelle who beta’ed this chap and provides such fab feedback!
Thanks to idk, Max, Spacelord, Wulfie, EAS, Marzbar, murph, peyton, and Steph for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 6: Not Listening
Spike sat calmly in Buffy’s final class for the day, her tummy pleasantly full. As the class filled up, and the volume around him reached a pitch, Spike was surprised to feel a hand on Buffy’s arm. A flash of white teeth and a toss of shorn blond hair greeted Buffy’s green eyes as Spike stared down the person that dared touch his Slayer.
“Buffy, you are looking particularly gorgeous today,” came the male voice. “I heard you broke up with Riley in the caf. If you need anything, shoulder to cry on, someone to get the idiot out of your system, you call me, k?”
It took Spike a moment to process just what had happened. He had been hit on. Spike looked down at Buffy’s note book to see a scrawled phone number and dorm room.
Spike looked at the clock. Two more hours to go...
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Buffy entered her house and shut the door with haste. Spike's body was smoking from the run from the sewer grate. One of the things on the con list of being in a vampire’s body, she thought.
Another being what she was going to have to do to get Spike’s tummy from making the rumblies. She walked to the fridge, taking out a pitcher of blood. Why did mom decide to put the stuff in a pitcher?
Carefully replacing the pitcher, Buffy took her glass of blood back into the living room with the intent to watch more TV. Maybe it was the vamp taste buds Spike was sporting, but the blood didn’t taste all that bad.
Resisting the urge to begin an inner monologue rant with herself, Buffy sipped her blood and propped Spike's feet up on the coffee table. She was about to drift off into peaceful oblivion when she heard the front door open and was tackled to the ground, her assailant hitting her glass of blood and knocking it off the coffee table.
Look up from the floor Buffy instantly recognised her attacker.
Riley.
“You piece of shit vampire! You made her do it to me! You’ve got some weird thrall over her!” Riley shouted, raising his fist.
Buffy put up Spike’s hands in defence. “What are you talking about Riley? What happened?” she asked.
He answered her with his fist, coming down on Spike’s nose.
“Ow!” she yelled, trying to push him off of Spike’s prostrate body. Every time she tried pushing him away another sharp pain would plant itself in Spike’s head.
Gah! The chip!
Riley raised his fist again, this time connecting with Spike’s stomach.
“Riley! Stop please!” she begged, attempting to get out of his reach, scrambling across the floor. “I’m not...”
Riley’s fist connected with Spike’s jaw, cutting off Buffy‘s words. Before she could get Spike’s mouth in working order again Riley was straddling Spike’s torso, clutching a stake poised to strike.
“This will be the last time you get your filthy hands on my girl!” roared Riley.
Spike’s eyes went wide, as Buffy’s brief life flashed in her mind. She firmly believed that Riley was going to kill her, or err, Spike.
“I’m not Spike, Riley! I’m Buffy!” she yelled holding his arm back.
“I should have staked you the moment I found out they were harbouring vamp trash like you!”
They struggled against each other, each vying for the stake.
“Riley! Will you please listen! I’m Buffy!” she shouted through the now swelling lip on Spike‘s face.
“Why? So you can work your thrall on me too?” the soldier asked.
There was a crash of furniture and a thump of things being dropped, distracting Riley for a moment, his grip not loosening though.
“Buffy!” greeted Riley, as if he was a good dog looking for a treat.
Buffy was never so grateful to see herself than at that moment. She relaxed, letting Spike push Riley off of his body.
“Buffy?” Riley asked as if curious why she had pushed him.
Spike sent a few choice punches towards Riley’s jaw, more than making up for the bruises that were forming on his face. Then, after a swift kick to the soldier boy’s side, Spike turned and helped the Slayer up.
“You alright Slayer?” asked Spike looking over the wounds Riley had inflicted on his body.
The look on her face was just so concerned, so compassionate that she fought hard to keep Spike’s eyes from crying.
“I’m ok,” she said. “Thank you for coming to my rescue,” she whispered. “He was really gonna kill us.”
“I don’t understand why you keep saving him Buffy, he’s evil!” spat Riley. “He’s using thrall against you! Why can’t you see how he’s corrupting you?”
“Solider Boy’s never been fond of me pet,” he noted, brushing back Buffy’s long blond hair that was inhibiting his view.
“That’s an understatement,” muttered Buffy, feeling Spike’s face for bruises. “What the hell is wrong with you!” she yelled at Riley. “What the hell do you think you are doing barging into my house and attacking Spike’s body. What did he do to you? Gah!” Buffy threw up Spike’s hands into the air. “I’m so mad at you right now! You don’t go around beating on people who can’t defend themselves!”
Buffy looked down at the blue shirt she had dressed Spike’s body in that day to find that it was covered in blood.
“And look at his shirt! This was clean this morning! I’ll never get the blood out!” Buffy’s gaze shifted to the carpet under her feet. “You are so in trouble when my mom gets home!” said Buffy, Spike’s finger pointing to the large red stain on the floor.
Riley had a confused look on his face, his eyes darting between Spike and Buffy. His eyes finally rested on Buffy’s body.
“Buffy babe, please, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I know that he has to be behind it. You would have never said those things to me if he wasn’t in control of you! Let me kill him and we can go back to the way things were!” Riley pleaded.
“Get this through your thick head Riley. I’m Buffy,” she said pointing to Spike’s chest. “And that is Spike” she said pointing to herself. “And said what things?” asked Buffy turning towards Spike in her body, putting Spike’s hands on his hips, a Buffy pose if ever there was one.
“The wanker was getting all friendly, not takin’ hints. Told him I wouldn’t be givin’ it up to the likes of him,” explained Spike.
Spike’s blue eyes focused on Riley. “You tried to sleep with Spike?” asked Buffy incredulous. “YOU TRIED TO SLEEP WITH SPIKE!!!” Spike’s masculine voice reached a pitch he had never heard before. “How could you?” she wailed.
“Buffy!!” protested Riley, walking to wards Buffy’s body then forcing himself to step towards Spike’s body. “I didn’t know you were in Spike’s body! I’m sorry I hit you. God, if only you had told me! I should have been the first person you called! How did this happen? What did he do?”
“It’s all about him again?” she asked.
“He’s evil, Buffy, he’s a vampire!”
“Oh really, Riley? ‘Cause the fact that I was sipping blood before you started pounding the crap out of me? That totally slipped my mind!”
“Buffy, I didn’t know it was you!”
“Whatever Riley,” said Buffy touching Spike’s swollen lip. “Just get the hell out of here. I can’t even look at you without getting mad.”
“No,” stated the soldier. “I’m not leaving you here with him. Who knows what he’s going to do! He broke up with me in the middle of the cafeteria!”
“You broke up with MY boyfriend?” asked Buffy of Spike, her ire focusing in on the vampire trapped in her body.
“No, not really, just told him to leave me the fuck alone!” explained Spike. “It’s not like I wanted all this to happen!”
“He’s trying to ruin your life Buffy! Masquerading as you! God knows what else he got up to!” yelled Riley.
“Oh let’s see shall we,” came Joyce’s voice from the hallway, picking up the bag that Spike had dropped when he came in to rescue Buffy. She took out Buffy’s note book and began flipping through the pages. “Hmmm, English notes, very sinister.”
Spike couldn’t help the cocky smile that was spread across Buffy’s face.
“Spike, did you eat lunch today?” asked Joyce with concern, ignoring the look Riley was shooting her.
“Yes, mum, though had to go back to the dorm room to get away from Soldier Boy there,” said Spike pointing.
Joyce nodded and carried on into the house, giving a pointed look to Riley. “Riley I think it would be best if you came back for Buffy for your date as planned. Giles said that they should be switched back by then, and I really don’t want an upsetting scene in my house again.”
Riley nodded.
“You better come back with apologetic jewellery too,” said Spike, hands on hips giving the solider boy a glare.
Wisely, Riley refrained from saying anything to that.
Both Slayer and Vampire watched the commando leave the house, sullen and without a word, just a few furtive glances at Buffy’s body. The door closed and Spike turned to face his body, mad.
“You are still going to go on a date with that pillock when he essentially beat you?”
Buffy got all quiet and looked down at Spike’s Doc Martin’s for a moment before looking into her own eyes resolutely.
“One word Spike...Harmony!”
Spike raised one of Buffy’s eyebrows confused as he watched her walk off.
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Truth was, though, that Buffy didn’t know what she should think. She needed Willow’s opinion. She couldn’t think of anything else except she needed to talk to Willow and the fact that Spike had just stopped her boyfriend from dusting her.
Spike had saved her.
Or had Spike saved his body?
Buffy looked down at the blue shirt she was wearing which was still covered in blood. With a sigh she trudged upstairs, leaving Spike and her mom talking amicably in the kitchen to get a new shirt.
Buffy had pulled Spike’s black tee over his head when she heard a sound that sent a shiver up her spine...her mom’s flirty laugh.
Panic surged through her for a brief moment. Spike was her vampire. Her mom was all new to the vampire thing! She tried to dismiss the weird possessive and jealous thoughts from her brain, only to be confronted with the ‘Riley hit Buffy’ thoughts once more.
“Riley wasn’t listening, he was just furious, right?” Buffy asked herself, Spike’s voice resonating through her empty bedroom.
That’s not an excuse, came her inner voice.
She tended to agree with inner Buffy.
“He had no business beating on Spike anyway!” she growled.
She didn’t know it but she flashed fang at the empty room.
Spike’s my vampire!
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Buffy trudged downstairs still mad at Riley and eagerly awaiting the time when she was back in her own body, so she could yell at him in her own voice.
Spike’s vampire hearing picked up the laughter coming from the kitchen. Her mom and Spike were obviously having a good time.
“And you were left there holding a plate of chicken wings?” asked her mom of Spike as Buffy entered the room.
Disappointed that she hadn’t stumbled on some illicit conversation between Spike and her mom, Buffy sat down at the island.
“So when is Giles coming to get us all unswitched?” Buffy asked. “Is it going to be before or after I have to drink blood again?”
“I have cow for dinner...” supplied her mother.
“Cow?” asked Buffy with a raised scared eyebrow, Spike’s blue eyes sparkling.
“Cow blood for who ever is the vampire tonight and steak for the other two of us.”
Buffy nodded for a moment. “Hold on! He agreed to stay for dinner?“ Buffy turned Spike’s blue eyes to face herself.
“Of course he did!” noted Joyce as if it would have been obvious. “You and Spike are sharing bodies! He’s family now! He can come by for dinner whenever he wants!”
Spike winked a green eye at Joyce with a smile.
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tbc...
Author’s note: *hugs* to the fabulous Aribelle who beta’ed this chap and provides such fab feedback!
Thanks to idk, Max, Spacelord, Wulfie, EAS, Marzbar, murph, peyton, and Steph for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 6: Not Listening
Spike sat calmly in Buffy’s final class for the day, her tummy pleasantly full. As the class filled up, and the volume around him reached a pitch, Spike was surprised to feel a hand on Buffy’s arm. A flash of white teeth and a toss of shorn blond hair greeted Buffy’s green eyes as Spike stared down the person that dared touch his Slayer.
“Buffy, you are looking particularly gorgeous today,” came the male voice. “I heard you broke up with Riley in the caf. If you need anything, shoulder to cry on, someone to get the idiot out of your system, you call me, k?”
It took Spike a moment to process just what had happened. He had been hit on. Spike looked down at Buffy’s note book to see a scrawled phone number and dorm room.
Spike looked at the clock. Two more hours to go...
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Buffy entered her house and shut the door with haste. Spike's body was smoking from the run from the sewer grate. One of the things on the con list of being in a vampire’s body, she thought.
Another being what she was going to have to do to get Spike’s tummy from making the rumblies. She walked to the fridge, taking out a pitcher of blood. Why did mom decide to put the stuff in a pitcher?
Carefully replacing the pitcher, Buffy took her glass of blood back into the living room with the intent to watch more TV. Maybe it was the vamp taste buds Spike was sporting, but the blood didn’t taste all that bad.
Resisting the urge to begin an inner monologue rant with herself, Buffy sipped her blood and propped Spike's feet up on the coffee table. She was about to drift off into peaceful oblivion when she heard the front door open and was tackled to the ground, her assailant hitting her glass of blood and knocking it off the coffee table.
Look up from the floor Buffy instantly recognised her attacker.
Riley.
“You piece of shit vampire! You made her do it to me! You’ve got some weird thrall over her!” Riley shouted, raising his fist.
Buffy put up Spike’s hands in defence. “What are you talking about Riley? What happened?” she asked.
He answered her with his fist, coming down on Spike’s nose.
“Ow!” she yelled, trying to push him off of Spike’s prostrate body. Every time she tried pushing him away another sharp pain would plant itself in Spike’s head.
Gah! The chip!
Riley raised his fist again, this time connecting with Spike’s stomach.
“Riley! Stop please!” she begged, attempting to get out of his reach, scrambling across the floor. “I’m not...”
Riley’s fist connected with Spike’s jaw, cutting off Buffy‘s words. Before she could get Spike’s mouth in working order again Riley was straddling Spike’s torso, clutching a stake poised to strike.
“This will be the last time you get your filthy hands on my girl!” roared Riley.
Spike’s eyes went wide, as Buffy’s brief life flashed in her mind. She firmly believed that Riley was going to kill her, or err, Spike.
“I’m not Spike, Riley! I’m Buffy!” she yelled holding his arm back.
“I should have staked you the moment I found out they were harbouring vamp trash like you!”
They struggled against each other, each vying for the stake.
“Riley! Will you please listen! I’m Buffy!” she shouted through the now swelling lip on Spike‘s face.
“Why? So you can work your thrall on me too?” the soldier asked.
There was a crash of furniture and a thump of things being dropped, distracting Riley for a moment, his grip not loosening though.
“Buffy!” greeted Riley, as if he was a good dog looking for a treat.
Buffy was never so grateful to see herself than at that moment. She relaxed, letting Spike push Riley off of his body.
“Buffy?” Riley asked as if curious why she had pushed him.
Spike sent a few choice punches towards Riley’s jaw, more than making up for the bruises that were forming on his face. Then, after a swift kick to the soldier boy’s side, Spike turned and helped the Slayer up.
“You alright Slayer?” asked Spike looking over the wounds Riley had inflicted on his body.
The look on her face was just so concerned, so compassionate that she fought hard to keep Spike’s eyes from crying.
“I’m ok,” she said. “Thank you for coming to my rescue,” she whispered. “He was really gonna kill us.”
“I don’t understand why you keep saving him Buffy, he’s evil!” spat Riley. “He’s using thrall against you! Why can’t you see how he’s corrupting you?”
“Solider Boy’s never been fond of me pet,” he noted, brushing back Buffy’s long blond hair that was inhibiting his view.
“That’s an understatement,” muttered Buffy, feeling Spike’s face for bruises. “What the hell is wrong with you!” she yelled at Riley. “What the hell do you think you are doing barging into my house and attacking Spike’s body. What did he do to you? Gah!” Buffy threw up Spike’s hands into the air. “I’m so mad at you right now! You don’t go around beating on people who can’t defend themselves!”
Buffy looked down at the blue shirt she had dressed Spike’s body in that day to find that it was covered in blood.
“And look at his shirt! This was clean this morning! I’ll never get the blood out!” Buffy’s gaze shifted to the carpet under her feet. “You are so in trouble when my mom gets home!” said Buffy, Spike’s finger pointing to the large red stain on the floor.
Riley had a confused look on his face, his eyes darting between Spike and Buffy. His eyes finally rested on Buffy’s body.
“Buffy babe, please, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I know that he has to be behind it. You would have never said those things to me if he wasn’t in control of you! Let me kill him and we can go back to the way things were!” Riley pleaded.
“Get this through your thick head Riley. I’m Buffy,” she said pointing to Spike’s chest. “And that is Spike” she said pointing to herself. “And said what things?” asked Buffy turning towards Spike in her body, putting Spike’s hands on his hips, a Buffy pose if ever there was one.
“The wanker was getting all friendly, not takin’ hints. Told him I wouldn’t be givin’ it up to the likes of him,” explained Spike.
Spike’s blue eyes focused on Riley. “You tried to sleep with Spike?” asked Buffy incredulous. “YOU TRIED TO SLEEP WITH SPIKE!!!” Spike’s masculine voice reached a pitch he had never heard before. “How could you?” she wailed.
“Buffy!!” protested Riley, walking to wards Buffy’s body then forcing himself to step towards Spike’s body. “I didn’t know you were in Spike’s body! I’m sorry I hit you. God, if only you had told me! I should have been the first person you called! How did this happen? What did he do?”
“It’s all about him again?” she asked.
“He’s evil, Buffy, he’s a vampire!”
“Oh really, Riley? ‘Cause the fact that I was sipping blood before you started pounding the crap out of me? That totally slipped my mind!”
“Buffy, I didn’t know it was you!”
“Whatever Riley,” said Buffy touching Spike’s swollen lip. “Just get the hell out of here. I can’t even look at you without getting mad.”
“No,” stated the soldier. “I’m not leaving you here with him. Who knows what he’s going to do! He broke up with me in the middle of the cafeteria!”
“You broke up with MY boyfriend?” asked Buffy of Spike, her ire focusing in on the vampire trapped in her body.
“No, not really, just told him to leave me the fuck alone!” explained Spike. “It’s not like I wanted all this to happen!”
“He’s trying to ruin your life Buffy! Masquerading as you! God knows what else he got up to!” yelled Riley.
“Oh let’s see shall we,” came Joyce’s voice from the hallway, picking up the bag that Spike had dropped when he came in to rescue Buffy. She took out Buffy’s note book and began flipping through the pages. “Hmmm, English notes, very sinister.”
Spike couldn’t help the cocky smile that was spread across Buffy’s face.
“Spike, did you eat lunch today?” asked Joyce with concern, ignoring the look Riley was shooting her.
“Yes, mum, though had to go back to the dorm room to get away from Soldier Boy there,” said Spike pointing.
Joyce nodded and carried on into the house, giving a pointed look to Riley. “Riley I think it would be best if you came back for Buffy for your date as planned. Giles said that they should be switched back by then, and I really don’t want an upsetting scene in my house again.”
Riley nodded.
“You better come back with apologetic jewellery too,” said Spike, hands on hips giving the solider boy a glare.
Wisely, Riley refrained from saying anything to that.
Both Slayer and Vampire watched the commando leave the house, sullen and without a word, just a few furtive glances at Buffy’s body. The door closed and Spike turned to face his body, mad.
“You are still going to go on a date with that pillock when he essentially beat you?”
Buffy got all quiet and looked down at Spike’s Doc Martin’s for a moment before looking into her own eyes resolutely.
“One word Spike...Harmony!”
Spike raised one of Buffy’s eyebrows confused as he watched her walk off.
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Truth was, though, that Buffy didn’t know what she should think. She needed Willow’s opinion. She couldn’t think of anything else except she needed to talk to Willow and the fact that Spike had just stopped her boyfriend from dusting her.
Spike had saved her.
Or had Spike saved his body?
Buffy looked down at the blue shirt she was wearing which was still covered in blood. With a sigh she trudged upstairs, leaving Spike and her mom talking amicably in the kitchen to get a new shirt.
Buffy had pulled Spike’s black tee over his head when she heard a sound that sent a shiver up her spine...her mom’s flirty laugh.
Panic surged through her for a brief moment. Spike was her vampire. Her mom was all new to the vampire thing! She tried to dismiss the weird possessive and jealous thoughts from her brain, only to be confronted with the ‘Riley hit Buffy’ thoughts once more.
“Riley wasn’t listening, he was just furious, right?” Buffy asked herself, Spike’s voice resonating through her empty bedroom.
That’s not an excuse, came her inner voice.
She tended to agree with inner Buffy.
“He had no business beating on Spike anyway!” she growled.
She didn’t know it but she flashed fang at the empty room.
Spike’s my vampire!
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Buffy trudged downstairs still mad at Riley and eagerly awaiting the time when she was back in her own body, so she could yell at him in her own voice.
Spike’s vampire hearing picked up the laughter coming from the kitchen. Her mom and Spike were obviously having a good time.
“And you were left there holding a plate of chicken wings?” asked her mom of Spike as Buffy entered the room.
Disappointed that she hadn’t stumbled on some illicit conversation between Spike and her mom, Buffy sat down at the island.
“So when is Giles coming to get us all unswitched?” Buffy asked. “Is it going to be before or after I have to drink blood again?”
“I have cow for dinner...” supplied her mother.
“Cow?” asked Buffy with a raised scared eyebrow, Spike’s blue eyes sparkling.
“Cow blood for who ever is the vampire tonight and steak for the other two of us.”
Buffy nodded for a moment. “Hold on! He agreed to stay for dinner?“ Buffy turned Spike’s blue eyes to face herself.
“Of course he did!” noted Joyce as if it would have been obvious. “You and Spike are sharing bodies! He’s family now! He can come by for dinner whenever he wants!”
Spike winked a green eye at Joyce with a smile.
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tbc...
Switched Again
Disclaimer: BTVS and all it’s characters belong to Joss, not me. Just so that we are clear.
Author’s note: Thanks to the fab Aribelle for the great betaing.
Thanks to CM, Marzbar, Wulfie, bubble_blunder, idk5743228, Chanel 5 and spet for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 7:Switched Again.
Buffy sat, Spike’s arms crossed over his chest, pouting and looking forlorn at the dining room table. She had just had to sit and listen to her mother’s rant about equal treatment for Spike and how he’s a good person and the stupidity of bigoted people for the last ten minutes.
The lecture itself she could have brushed off easily, but it was the niggling feeling that her mom had the hots for Spike and that there was going to be weird kinky vampire/mom sex going on in the house once she and Spike got switched back.
It turned her borrowed stomach.
And what was Spike doing while she had to endure the endless stream of words that was coming out of her mother’s mouth? Oh, he was being a good little vampire trapped in her body and was mowing the lawn!
“I just think that he deserves to be treated like a friend, you’ve known him for long enough. I like him and I hope to see him over here a lot more,” said her mother ending her tirade.
Buffy stood, glared at her mother a moment and walked up the stairs needing to be away from the ranting. She needed to be alone with her own thoughts.
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Joyce crept upstairs to tell Buffy that the others were waiting for her. When she reached her daughter’s doorway, the sight that greeted her was so cute she had to take a picture.
It was the flash of the camera that woke up Buffy, who had fallen asleep on her bed clutching Mr Gordo.
“Mom!” Buffy protested, holding up Spike’s hand to block further pictures.
“Sorry Buffy, it was just too cute to pass up. Mr. Giles is here. I think he’s ready to switch you back,” said Joyce.
“Wonderful,” said Buffy bitterly as she got up out of bed.
“You don’t want to be switched back?” asked her mother perplexed. “I mean I could get used to you in Spike’s body. I always wanted a son, your father was the one that didn’t want anymore kids. I just don’t think you would want to spend the rest of Spike’s unlife in the shadows.”
Buffy cringed slightly.
“And Spike, I’m sure he could get used to being in your body, he’s an adaptable young man and think of all the things he could do in the sunlight,” continued Joyce. “But I think I’d rather have you both in your own bodies. My Slayer daughter and her Vampire friend. Maybe you’ll even indulge a fantasy I’ve had where you two can actually be in the same room with one another and not bicker.”
Buffy nodded briefly, attempting to process what her mother was saying through her sleep addled mind. She brushed Spike’s hand across his face absently, forgetting about the bruises that Riley had inflicted on this body.
“Are you coming?” asked Joyce as she headed to the top of the stairs.
Sleepily Buffy headed down the stairs.
In the living room sat Giles, Willow, and Xander. Spike stood running Buffy’s fingers through her hair, as if he was going to miss the feeling. Anya was standing to the side very openly ogling Spike in Buffy’s body.
“You know I can’t even tell it’s Spike in there,” observed Anya. “As long as he doesn’t open his mouth of course.”
The group turned their attention to Spike’s body.
“Buffy! Excellent, we can begin,” said Giles, standing up from the couch.
Buffy rubbed the sleep from Spike’s blue eyes and glared at the happy people in her living room.
“Buffy?” asked Willow, standing up from the couch, taking in for the first time the bruises that Spike’s face sported. “What happened?”
“Solider Boy’s handiwork,” explained Spike. “Caught him beating the crap out of the poor helpless Slayer.”
Buffy glared at her body.
“I’d hit you right now Spike, but it would hurt. My fist has a meeting with your nose after we get all switched back,” said Buffy, Spike’s voice only slightly muffled by the swelling lip. “I also think Riley cracked a rib,” she continued sitting down.
“Riley beat you up?” asked Xander. “Did he know that you were Spike-like?”
“I tried to tell him, he just wasn’t listening,” said Buffy.
“He must really hate Spike to not even pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth,” observed Anya.
The whole room fell silent for a moment.
“Well, shall we get this show on the road?” asked Joyce. “Riley will be here in an hour for his date with Buffy and I’m sure he’s expecting his girlfriend to be back in her body.”
Buffy and Spike both cringed.
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Fifteen minutes later Joyce sat on the couch observing the ritual that was being conducted in her living room. Xander, Willow, Anya and Giles stood in a circle around the two switched beings. Chanting a low rhythmic Latin verse that Joyce did not understand the group started passing something between them, when whatever it was changed hands it lit up focusing Joyce’s attention on the thing that glowed red, then white, then blue. Finally it was passed from Giles to Spike’s hand then to Buffy’s then to Anya completing the ritual.
Anya dropped the item on the ground and they all backed away from the circle as if unsure that it had worked at all.
“So are we all in the right bodies?” asked Xander.
“Oooh!” said Willow with a smile. “I am!”
The rest of the group looked at Willow annoyed.
“Buffy?” asked Joyce looking at her daughter’s body. “You in there?”
“Umm,” started Anya’s voice. “Not so much.”
All eyes turned to Anya.
“You’re in Anya?” asked Willow, passing her eyes over Anya’s body.
Anya’s body nodded. “And I feel way old for some reason...”
“Hey, upside...you’re a girl again,” noted Xander.
“Thanks Xan, that makes me feel so much better,” noted Buffy. “I’m in Anya! Would you all stop thinking that you need revenge!”
“So where is Anya then?” asked Joyce.
“That would be me over here in this body,” came Spike’s voice. “Feels odd really. I’m kinda hungry. The blood rushing through your veins is very tempting. I wonder what Xander’s blood tastes like. The drinking of blood is a very sexual act you know,” said Anya, a smile lighting up Spike’s face.
“Oy! You aren’t shaggin’ the whelp while you are in my bloody body!” shouted Giles’ voice.
“I guess that answers the question of where Spike is,” said Willow.
The rest of the group turned to Buffy’s body with awe.
“Giles?” asked Willow.
“Well, it seems the spell went wrong didn’t it?” said Buffy’s voice, with another, more refined British accent. “Buffy if you would kindly break the katra, it should return us all to the right bodies.”
“Sure you don’t want to explore your inner woman?” asked Spike curiously.
“Most certainly not,” protested Giles. “Buffy?”
Buffy nodded Anya’s head and brought her foot down hard on the metal talisman that Giles had donated to the cause.
There was a flash of light and the four switched parties landed on the floor with a thump.
“Ow! That hurt!” said Anya’s voice. “If that was going to happen the least you could have done was warned us about possible bruising,” she muttered. “Oh! And look! I’m back in my own body! Yay!” Anya got up off the floor and rubbed her behind. “Xander, I was having naughty thoughts while I was in Spike.”
“Ahn,” warned Xander, still relieved to be in his body.
Anya motioned with her eyes that she wanted to leave ASAP. Xander took her hand and led her towards the door.
“Uh, good luck with the whole switching back thing!” said Xander as the two left, one thing clearly on their minds.
“Are we all in our own bodies again?” asked Giles. He felt his chest. “Clearly I am.”
Spike sat down on the couch in a huff.
“I’m all Spike-like again!” pouted the vampire’s body.
“It didn’t work Watcher,” agreed Buffy’s body, sitting down beside Spike’s body on the couch and wrapping an arm around the black tee shirt clad shoulders. “Back to the books with you.”
Giles had a defeated look on his face as he headed out the door, Willow following close behind with apologies for the failure floating in the air.
Buffy was oblivious to the whole thing, wrapped up in the suckiness that was her life right now.
With a knowing smile Joyce left the two alone for a moment and headed into the kitchen to heat up Buffy some blood.
“What am I supposed to do now?” she wailed. “Riley’s gonna be here any minute, expecting girl girlfriend Buffy and I’m gonna have to break up with him cause he hit me and can I just hide?” she said cuddling up against her body.
Spike rubbed his back a moment before responding.
It was a sensation that he wanted to enjoy, Buffy and him, hugging, even if it really wasn’t how he imagined it. His hard body was pressed up against Buffy’s soft yet deceptively hard one in comforting places. His head resting just above her left breast.
“This day has sucked like no day has ever sucked before,” she continued.
He nodded, and continued to rub his back. He didn’t want this moment to end.
“Spike, are you turned on in my body again?” she suddenly asked.
Spike blushed prettily, removing Buffy’s hand from his back.
“Exactly how am I supposed to react when you’re all over me?” he spat. “You say it like it’s wrong! Just a natural reaction.”
Buffy sniffled and stood up.
“It was just a question you...Gah! You are so frustrating! You think I don’t know what being around you does to my own body?”
Spike opened Buffy’s mouth to continue the tirade, but stopped as he words sunk in. “This been going on long Slayer?” he said a leer passing over Buffy’s face.
The classic deer in the headlights look passed over Spike’s face.
“No need to be skittish about it pet,” continued Spike. “Look down.”
Tentatively Buffy did as he asked. There, in the blue jeans she had dressed Spike in that morning, Spike Jr. was making his presence known.
“I...” she stammered, unsure as to what to say.
“Natural reaction and all, right pet?” he asked, whispering into his ear.
Buffy closed Spike’s eyes and gulped. Without warning Buffy felt a hand on Spike’s package, gently rubbing through the denim. Startled, she opened the blue eyes again only to find herself staring into her own green orbs.
“Spike...don’t,” she moaned.
“Don’t what, Slayer?” persisted Spike.
“Riley’s gonna be here any minute...”
“Then you certainly don’t want a hard on when you greet Whitebread... I can take care of that for you. Just like I did in the shower this morning.”
“Spike...My mom is in the next room!” she hissed.
“So?”
“Buffy? Spike? Do you two want a bite to eat before Riley gets here?” asked Joyce from the kitchen.
Buffy pulled away from Spike like he had zapped her.
“Sure mom,” Buffy called out sending Spike a sympathetic look.
Spike advanced on his body once more. “Gonna go into that kitchen like that are you?”
Spike’s eyes went wide at the implication. Buffy grabbed her hand and started leading Spike up the stairs.
“Give us 15 minutes Mom, I need to get dressed for my date!” called Buffy.
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tbc...
Author’s note: Thanks to the fab Aribelle for the great betaing.
Thanks to CM, Marzbar, Wulfie, bubble_blunder, idk5743228, Chanel 5 and spet for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 7:Switched Again.
Buffy sat, Spike’s arms crossed over his chest, pouting and looking forlorn at the dining room table. She had just had to sit and listen to her mother’s rant about equal treatment for Spike and how he’s a good person and the stupidity of bigoted people for the last ten minutes.
The lecture itself she could have brushed off easily, but it was the niggling feeling that her mom had the hots for Spike and that there was going to be weird kinky vampire/mom sex going on in the house once she and Spike got switched back.
It turned her borrowed stomach.
And what was Spike doing while she had to endure the endless stream of words that was coming out of her mother’s mouth? Oh, he was being a good little vampire trapped in her body and was mowing the lawn!
“I just think that he deserves to be treated like a friend, you’ve known him for long enough. I like him and I hope to see him over here a lot more,” said her mother ending her tirade.
Buffy stood, glared at her mother a moment and walked up the stairs needing to be away from the ranting. She needed to be alone with her own thoughts.
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Joyce crept upstairs to tell Buffy that the others were waiting for her. When she reached her daughter’s doorway, the sight that greeted her was so cute she had to take a picture.
It was the flash of the camera that woke up Buffy, who had fallen asleep on her bed clutching Mr Gordo.
“Mom!” Buffy protested, holding up Spike’s hand to block further pictures.
“Sorry Buffy, it was just too cute to pass up. Mr. Giles is here. I think he’s ready to switch you back,” said Joyce.
“Wonderful,” said Buffy bitterly as she got up out of bed.
“You don’t want to be switched back?” asked her mother perplexed. “I mean I could get used to you in Spike’s body. I always wanted a son, your father was the one that didn’t want anymore kids. I just don’t think you would want to spend the rest of Spike’s unlife in the shadows.”
Buffy cringed slightly.
“And Spike, I’m sure he could get used to being in your body, he’s an adaptable young man and think of all the things he could do in the sunlight,” continued Joyce. “But I think I’d rather have you both in your own bodies. My Slayer daughter and her Vampire friend. Maybe you’ll even indulge a fantasy I’ve had where you two can actually be in the same room with one another and not bicker.”
Buffy nodded briefly, attempting to process what her mother was saying through her sleep addled mind. She brushed Spike’s hand across his face absently, forgetting about the bruises that Riley had inflicted on this body.
“Are you coming?” asked Joyce as she headed to the top of the stairs.
Sleepily Buffy headed down the stairs.
In the living room sat Giles, Willow, and Xander. Spike stood running Buffy’s fingers through her hair, as if he was going to miss the feeling. Anya was standing to the side very openly ogling Spike in Buffy’s body.
“You know I can’t even tell it’s Spike in there,” observed Anya. “As long as he doesn’t open his mouth of course.”
The group turned their attention to Spike’s body.
“Buffy! Excellent, we can begin,” said Giles, standing up from the couch.
Buffy rubbed the sleep from Spike’s blue eyes and glared at the happy people in her living room.
“Buffy?” asked Willow, standing up from the couch, taking in for the first time the bruises that Spike’s face sported. “What happened?”
“Solider Boy’s handiwork,” explained Spike. “Caught him beating the crap out of the poor helpless Slayer.”
Buffy glared at her body.
“I’d hit you right now Spike, but it would hurt. My fist has a meeting with your nose after we get all switched back,” said Buffy, Spike’s voice only slightly muffled by the swelling lip. “I also think Riley cracked a rib,” she continued sitting down.
“Riley beat you up?” asked Xander. “Did he know that you were Spike-like?”
“I tried to tell him, he just wasn’t listening,” said Buffy.
“He must really hate Spike to not even pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth,” observed Anya.
The whole room fell silent for a moment.
“Well, shall we get this show on the road?” asked Joyce. “Riley will be here in an hour for his date with Buffy and I’m sure he’s expecting his girlfriend to be back in her body.”
Buffy and Spike both cringed.
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Fifteen minutes later Joyce sat on the couch observing the ritual that was being conducted in her living room. Xander, Willow, Anya and Giles stood in a circle around the two switched beings. Chanting a low rhythmic Latin verse that Joyce did not understand the group started passing something between them, when whatever it was changed hands it lit up focusing Joyce’s attention on the thing that glowed red, then white, then blue. Finally it was passed from Giles to Spike’s hand then to Buffy’s then to Anya completing the ritual.
Anya dropped the item on the ground and they all backed away from the circle as if unsure that it had worked at all.
“So are we all in the right bodies?” asked Xander.
“Oooh!” said Willow with a smile. “I am!”
The rest of the group looked at Willow annoyed.
“Buffy?” asked Joyce looking at her daughter’s body. “You in there?”
“Umm,” started Anya’s voice. “Not so much.”
All eyes turned to Anya.
“You’re in Anya?” asked Willow, passing her eyes over Anya’s body.
Anya’s body nodded. “And I feel way old for some reason...”
“Hey, upside...you’re a girl again,” noted Xander.
“Thanks Xan, that makes me feel so much better,” noted Buffy. “I’m in Anya! Would you all stop thinking that you need revenge!”
“So where is Anya then?” asked Joyce.
“That would be me over here in this body,” came Spike’s voice. “Feels odd really. I’m kinda hungry. The blood rushing through your veins is very tempting. I wonder what Xander’s blood tastes like. The drinking of blood is a very sexual act you know,” said Anya, a smile lighting up Spike’s face.
“Oy! You aren’t shaggin’ the whelp while you are in my bloody body!” shouted Giles’ voice.
“I guess that answers the question of where Spike is,” said Willow.
The rest of the group turned to Buffy’s body with awe.
“Giles?” asked Willow.
“Well, it seems the spell went wrong didn’t it?” said Buffy’s voice, with another, more refined British accent. “Buffy if you would kindly break the katra, it should return us all to the right bodies.”
“Sure you don’t want to explore your inner woman?” asked Spike curiously.
“Most certainly not,” protested Giles. “Buffy?”
Buffy nodded Anya’s head and brought her foot down hard on the metal talisman that Giles had donated to the cause.
There was a flash of light and the four switched parties landed on the floor with a thump.
“Ow! That hurt!” said Anya’s voice. “If that was going to happen the least you could have done was warned us about possible bruising,” she muttered. “Oh! And look! I’m back in my own body! Yay!” Anya got up off the floor and rubbed her behind. “Xander, I was having naughty thoughts while I was in Spike.”
“Ahn,” warned Xander, still relieved to be in his body.
Anya motioned with her eyes that she wanted to leave ASAP. Xander took her hand and led her towards the door.
“Uh, good luck with the whole switching back thing!” said Xander as the two left, one thing clearly on their minds.
“Are we all in our own bodies again?” asked Giles. He felt his chest. “Clearly I am.”
Spike sat down on the couch in a huff.
“I’m all Spike-like again!” pouted the vampire’s body.
“It didn’t work Watcher,” agreed Buffy’s body, sitting down beside Spike’s body on the couch and wrapping an arm around the black tee shirt clad shoulders. “Back to the books with you.”
Giles had a defeated look on his face as he headed out the door, Willow following close behind with apologies for the failure floating in the air.
Buffy was oblivious to the whole thing, wrapped up in the suckiness that was her life right now.
With a knowing smile Joyce left the two alone for a moment and headed into the kitchen to heat up Buffy some blood.
“What am I supposed to do now?” she wailed. “Riley’s gonna be here any minute, expecting girl girlfriend Buffy and I’m gonna have to break up with him cause he hit me and can I just hide?” she said cuddling up against her body.
Spike rubbed his back a moment before responding.
It was a sensation that he wanted to enjoy, Buffy and him, hugging, even if it really wasn’t how he imagined it. His hard body was pressed up against Buffy’s soft yet deceptively hard one in comforting places. His head resting just above her left breast.
“This day has sucked like no day has ever sucked before,” she continued.
He nodded, and continued to rub his back. He didn’t want this moment to end.
“Spike, are you turned on in my body again?” she suddenly asked.
Spike blushed prettily, removing Buffy’s hand from his back.
“Exactly how am I supposed to react when you’re all over me?” he spat. “You say it like it’s wrong! Just a natural reaction.”
Buffy sniffled and stood up.
“It was just a question you...Gah! You are so frustrating! You think I don’t know what being around you does to my own body?”
Spike opened Buffy’s mouth to continue the tirade, but stopped as he words sunk in. “This been going on long Slayer?” he said a leer passing over Buffy’s face.
The classic deer in the headlights look passed over Spike’s face.
“No need to be skittish about it pet,” continued Spike. “Look down.”
Tentatively Buffy did as he asked. There, in the blue jeans she had dressed Spike in that morning, Spike Jr. was making his presence known.
“I...” she stammered, unsure as to what to say.
“Natural reaction and all, right pet?” he asked, whispering into his ear.
Buffy closed Spike’s eyes and gulped. Without warning Buffy felt a hand on Spike’s package, gently rubbing through the denim. Startled, she opened the blue eyes again only to find herself staring into her own green orbs.
“Spike...don’t,” she moaned.
“Don’t what, Slayer?” persisted Spike.
“Riley’s gonna be here any minute...”
“Then you certainly don’t want a hard on when you greet Whitebread... I can take care of that for you. Just like I did in the shower this morning.”
“Spike...My mom is in the next room!” she hissed.
“So?”
“Buffy? Spike? Do you two want a bite to eat before Riley gets here?” asked Joyce from the kitchen.
Buffy pulled away from Spike like he had zapped her.
“Sure mom,” Buffy called out sending Spike a sympathetic look.
Spike advanced on his body once more. “Gonna go into that kitchen like that are you?”
Spike’s eyes went wide at the implication. Buffy grabbed her hand and started leading Spike up the stairs.
“Give us 15 minutes Mom, I need to get dressed for my date!” called Buffy.
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tbc...
If it’s your own body...
Disclaimer: The Characters of BTVS and ATS are the property of Joss Whedon and various other people/entities. I am only using them for fun and entertainment only. This is the sad reality that hits me when I wake up from my naked Spike filled dreams.
Author’s note: Once again thanks to the fab Aribelle for betaing this chapter and the wonderful feedback she’s been giving. *hugs*
Thanks to Joyful daze, Comedy of Errors, Dee, Spikes_petslayer, CM, Marzbar, idk, spacelord, Jane, and Steph for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 8: If it’s your own body...
Buffy looked at her body convinced that part of Spike’s insane perversion had decided to stay in the body she was inhabiting. She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her.
She needed this. She craved it. And the fact that it was her hand that was unbuttoning the jeans Spike’s body was wearing? That was turning her on too.
Slowly Spike unzipped the blue jeans and drew out his cock, ready, waiting and hard, cradling it in Buffy’s tiny hands.
Buffy expelled unneeded air and fastened Spike’s hand over her own, forcing him to begin stroking his length in rhythm with the breaths of her body.
“You like it when you touch me?” he asked seductively.
Without realising she did it, she nodded, Spike’s tongue snaking out of his mouth to lick his dry lips.
Buffy’s green eyes drank in his lips, Spike parting her lips ever so slightly wondering what it would be like to kiss them.
It’s ok if it’s your body, right? he pondered.
Spike passed Buffy’s thumb over the head of his erection, causing an audible gasp from the slayer trapped in his body.
The gasp of inhaled air brought a reminder that Spike was just as sexually frustrated as she was. Suddenly a wave of sympathy hit her. She had gotten off twice already today and he hadn’t had any relief. Well, at least she hoped that he hadn’t without her.
Buffy removed Spike’s hands from a top her own, guiding his strokes, and gently unbuttoned the skirt that her body was wearing, letting the garment fall to the floor.
Manly hands traced the curve of her hip and skirted the line of the low cut thong.
It’s ok if it’s your own body, right? she asked herself.
Spike’s hands decided it for her as they delved into the black thong her body was wearing and sought out her clit.
Secretly pleased with the reaction Spike was having in her body, Buffy let a smile pass over Spike’s face as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.
Spike sighed in relief as his fingers made easy work of Buffy’s clit. She knew just where to touch. He, never in a million years, thought that she would let it go this far. Selfish bitch; it was all about her. But this unforeseen act of kindness made his heart leap. He knew that if she had ever found out that he had touched her body anywhere that wasn’t absolutely necessary he’d get bopped in the nose for his troubles.
Buffy closed Spike’s eyes letting the sensations take her over. It was undoubtedly better when her hands were on Spike’s cock, rather than his. Maybe it was the unfamiliarity of it, the unpredictability, of having someone else‘s hands giving you pleasure?
But this train of thought pulled into a station Buffy knew she shouldn’t go to. She started to wonder what it would feel like to fuck Spike.
But more importantly how would it feel to fuck Spike when she was safely back in her own body.
She brought her attention back to what Spike’s hand was doing to her body, determined to bring Spike off before she shot.
“Oh Buffy,” Spike moaned, as Buffy slid two fingers in and out of her slick channel while Spike’s thumb rubbed her clit.
Buffy opened Spike's eyes wide as she realised that his moaning was going to bring her mom upstairs to investigate. She started to withdraw Spike’s hand, but was stopped by her own hand, holding it in place.
“Been waiting all bloody day for this,” he hissed.
With a gulp Buffy nodded and resumed her actions. Spike dropped her hand from his cock as the intensity built and put Buffy’s hands on his hips.
With a pinch to her clit, Buffy sent Spike over the edge, letting him muffle the high pitched shout coming forth from her lips in his shoulder. Buffy extracted Spike’s hand from her underwear and grabbed one of her hands to get Spike back on task.
Before she could insist, Spike was on her knees before his body doing something she hadn’t even contemplated. Buffy gasped as Spike took his cock into her mouth.
The change of temperature was almost enough to send her off. Weaving Spike’s fingers through her blond locks, Buffy let Spike's eyes roll into the back of his head as she felt her tongue twirl obscenely against the head of his cock.
The sensation of sucking one’s own cock not lost on him, Spike lost himself to the action. His hard shaft thrusting in and out of Buffy’s mouth felt almost natural. He removed Buffy’s hands from his ass and gave a little tug to the jeans Buffy had dressed him in, giving enough room for his balls to escape their confines. With purpose, Spike trailed a hand up to meet the apex of his thighs, carefully fondling them as Buffy’s throat and tongue massaged his cock.
Just as he predicted Spike felt his balls tighten up as his body prepared to cum. He opened Buffy’s throat and drank.
Buffy let go of her head and stumbled back as Spike let his cock fall from her mouth.
“Oh my god!” she hissed. “I can’t believe you did that!”
“Didn’t hear any complaints at the time, luv,” said Spike, still on Buffy’s knees, clad in a shirt and thong.
Quickly Buffy zipped up and fled to her closet. “We need to get you into other clothes.”
If Spike’s face could have blushed it would have been beet red. Mortified at the shock, that her mouth had...done something so wonderful to... Buffy felt Spike’s cock twitch back to life at the thought of getting sucked off again.
A train of thought that swiftly pulled into ‘I wonder what it feels like for a guy to fuck’ station. She had all the parts necessary, and she started to wonder just how it felt to have this appendage that wanted nothing more than to be housed in a nice warm wet channel to be housed in said wetness. She felt another significant twitch in the trouser area before she mentally slapped herself to focus on the task of finding clothes for Spike, and the closet in which she was standing.
“Buffy...” said Spike wanting to talk about what just happened.
“No time for talking, Spike. My mom thinks we’ve been getting you dressed for my date with Riley!” She couldn’t talk about this now, that would lead to more of the thing with her tongue and his...Think clothes, Buffy! she chastised herself.
“You can’t honestly expect me to be anywhere near that git and not beat the crap out of him Slayer!”
“You aren’t actually going on a date with him, Spike. Did you not hear me earlier? Riley and me, so not happening right now.”
“Then why...”
“’Cause I need to get back at him on a purely vindictive level Spike...It’s a time honoured tradition dating back many eons,” explained Buffy pulling new clothes out of her closet.
Turning, she thrust a leather skirt and a red top at Spike, then rummaged through her underwear drawer and found a new black thong.
“Put these on,” she ordered, before turning back to her closet and began pulling out a whole other outfit.
Spike looked up concerned. “What’s with the other set of clothes pet?” he asked, eyeing the pants and top she now held in her hands.
“For patrol after,” she stated bluntly as if he should have known.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, taking off the grey top and slipping on the red. “Why do bints wear so many bleedin’ clothes?”
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Buffy and Spike returned to the main floor of the Summers’ residence, Spike dressed and made up for his ‘date’ with Riley and Buffy actually smiling about how she was going to make Riley miserable.
“What took you so long?” asked Joyce as she set a plate of stake and potatoes in front of Buffy’s body and a glass of blood in front of Spike’s.
“There was massive disagreement about what to wear,” lied Buffy. “But,” she sighed, “Spike won out, ‘cause it is him who’s wearing it all.”
Joyce smiled. “That is very diplomatic of you Buffy.”
Buffy smiled back at her mom, picking up the glass of blood and taking a sip.
The doorbell rang.
All three beings in the kitchen lurched up from their spots and made for the door, Joyce swiftly getting to the door first, followed closely by Spike.
With her best disapproving mom face on Joyce opened the door to Riley... a very nervous Riley, standing on her front porch flowers in hand.
“Riley,” greeted Joyce coldly.
“Mrs. Summers, I’m here to pick up Buffy for our date.”
It was hard not to giggle, so Joyce just bit her lip and backed up from the door waiting to see which one of the switched beings behind her would actually step forward.
Hesitantly Riley stepped into the house and offered the flowers to Buffy, or rather Buffy’s body.
“I thought I told you jewellery Whitebread?” sneered Spike, backing away from the flowers.
“You, you didn't get switched back?” the commando asked.
“No, we didn’t” confirmed Buffy, taking the flowers from Riley’s hands and sniffing. “Thanks for the flowers though,” she said a smile lighting up Spike’s face.
“My god Buffy, what are you going to do?” asked Riley standing exactly on spot, refusing to budge an inch.
“Giles is working on it,” noted Buffy moving away from the door towards the kitchen for a vase.
When she returned, vase in hand, the three figures at the door way stood in silence, the door still open behind Riley.
“What are we going to do?” asked Riley in a softer tone.
With a hard look Buffy stared down her boyfriend. “It all depends on you now doesn’t it, Riley? We can either go on our date as planned or we don’t.”
Riley looked from Spike to Buffy and back again.
“But Buffy, you’re a guy, I had a romantic dinner planned...Sunnydale’s a small town. We’re bound to run into someone we know...”
Buffy put Spike’s hands on his hips, Spike’s steely blue eyes boring into Riley’s head. “Just because I’m not in my own body we can’t go out?” she shouted. “Are you more afraid of your image as macho solider man than spending time with your girlfriend? Fine, then take Spike out, I’m sure he’ll show you a good time.”
Riley gawked at the suggestion.
“And that would be why she made you dress up,” noted Joyce to the scowling vampire that inhabited her daughter’s body.
“No, absolutely not!” declared the commando.
Buffy shrugged Spike’s shoulders. “Well Riley it’s been nice talking to you then, don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” said Buffy taking her vase of flowers out of the hallway with her as she headed up the stairs to her room.
“I don’t...I don’t understand,” muttered Riley.
“Neither do I Soldier Boy, neither do I,” said Spike sadly following up behind his body.
“Maybe it would be better if you left, Riley,” said Joyce softly. “I don’t think that Buffy’s quite forgiven you for hitting her earlier.”
“It was Spike I was hitting, not her, if she would just understand that!” shouted an indignant Riley.
Left alone in the hallway with Joyce, Riley suddenly realised something. Spike was up there with Buffy alone!? Riley bounded up the stairs, leaving Joyce in his wake. He barged into Buffy’s bedroom only to find Buffy’s body without a top on and Spike’s body sitting on the bed clutching Mr. Gordo.
“What the hell is going on here?” he shouted.
“What does it bloody look like? I’m getting dressed for soddin’ patrol! Bloody bint has to dress me up three times a day...” answered Spike, pulling a white sweater over Buffy’s head.
“You’re changing in front of each other?” asked Riley confused.
“He’s in my body Riley, there isn’t much of my body I haven’t seen!”
“But what about him! Has...Has he touched you?”
Buffy go up off the bed and walked into her boyfriend’s personal space. “I can safely say, Riley, that Spike has been the perfect gentleman and has not touched me at all. Now if you don’t mind I really don’t want to talk to you right now. Get out.”
Riley backed up a bit, his confused expression making Spike smirk across the room as he zipped up Buffy’s ‘slaying’ boots.
“How do you know he won’t try anything?” asked Riley lamely, his arguments sounding stupid even to himself.
Buffy cocked Spike’s scarred eyebrow in reply.
“Just go, Riley. I’ll call you when I’m switched back, okay?” said Buffy with a softness she hadn’t exhibited all day.
Riley nodded in compliance and turned to head back down the stairs.
“Awww, no kiss goodbye?” asked Spike.
“Shut up Spike,” muttered Buffy, grabbing Spike’s duster and slipping it on. “Let’s go kill something.”
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tbc...
Author’s note: Once again thanks to the fab Aribelle for betaing this chapter and the wonderful feedback she’s been giving. *hugs*
Thanks to Joyful daze, Comedy of Errors, Dee, Spikes_petslayer, CM, Marzbar, idk, spacelord, Jane, and Steph for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 8: If it’s your own body...
Buffy looked at her body convinced that part of Spike’s insane perversion had decided to stay in the body she was inhabiting. She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her.
She needed this. She craved it. And the fact that it was her hand that was unbuttoning the jeans Spike’s body was wearing? That was turning her on too.
Slowly Spike unzipped the blue jeans and drew out his cock, ready, waiting and hard, cradling it in Buffy’s tiny hands.
Buffy expelled unneeded air and fastened Spike’s hand over her own, forcing him to begin stroking his length in rhythm with the breaths of her body.
“You like it when you touch me?” he asked seductively.
Without realising she did it, she nodded, Spike’s tongue snaking out of his mouth to lick his dry lips.
Buffy’s green eyes drank in his lips, Spike parting her lips ever so slightly wondering what it would be like to kiss them.
It’s ok if it’s your body, right? he pondered.
Spike passed Buffy’s thumb over the head of his erection, causing an audible gasp from the slayer trapped in his body.
The gasp of inhaled air brought a reminder that Spike was just as sexually frustrated as she was. Suddenly a wave of sympathy hit her. She had gotten off twice already today and he hadn’t had any relief. Well, at least she hoped that he hadn’t without her.
Buffy removed Spike’s hands from a top her own, guiding his strokes, and gently unbuttoned the skirt that her body was wearing, letting the garment fall to the floor.
Manly hands traced the curve of her hip and skirted the line of the low cut thong.
It’s ok if it’s your own body, right? she asked herself.
Spike’s hands decided it for her as they delved into the black thong her body was wearing and sought out her clit.
Secretly pleased with the reaction Spike was having in her body, Buffy let a smile pass over Spike’s face as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.
Spike sighed in relief as his fingers made easy work of Buffy’s clit. She knew just where to touch. He, never in a million years, thought that she would let it go this far. Selfish bitch; it was all about her. But this unforeseen act of kindness made his heart leap. He knew that if she had ever found out that he had touched her body anywhere that wasn’t absolutely necessary he’d get bopped in the nose for his troubles.
Buffy closed Spike’s eyes letting the sensations take her over. It was undoubtedly better when her hands were on Spike’s cock, rather than his. Maybe it was the unfamiliarity of it, the unpredictability, of having someone else‘s hands giving you pleasure?
But this train of thought pulled into a station Buffy knew she shouldn’t go to. She started to wonder what it would feel like to fuck Spike.
But more importantly how would it feel to fuck Spike when she was safely back in her own body.
She brought her attention back to what Spike’s hand was doing to her body, determined to bring Spike off before she shot.
“Oh Buffy,” Spike moaned, as Buffy slid two fingers in and out of her slick channel while Spike’s thumb rubbed her clit.
Buffy opened Spike's eyes wide as she realised that his moaning was going to bring her mom upstairs to investigate. She started to withdraw Spike’s hand, but was stopped by her own hand, holding it in place.
“Been waiting all bloody day for this,” he hissed.
With a gulp Buffy nodded and resumed her actions. Spike dropped her hand from his cock as the intensity built and put Buffy’s hands on his hips.
With a pinch to her clit, Buffy sent Spike over the edge, letting him muffle the high pitched shout coming forth from her lips in his shoulder. Buffy extracted Spike’s hand from her underwear and grabbed one of her hands to get Spike back on task.
Before she could insist, Spike was on her knees before his body doing something she hadn’t even contemplated. Buffy gasped as Spike took his cock into her mouth.
The change of temperature was almost enough to send her off. Weaving Spike’s fingers through her blond locks, Buffy let Spike's eyes roll into the back of his head as she felt her tongue twirl obscenely against the head of his cock.
The sensation of sucking one’s own cock not lost on him, Spike lost himself to the action. His hard shaft thrusting in and out of Buffy’s mouth felt almost natural. He removed Buffy’s hands from his ass and gave a little tug to the jeans Buffy had dressed him in, giving enough room for his balls to escape their confines. With purpose, Spike trailed a hand up to meet the apex of his thighs, carefully fondling them as Buffy’s throat and tongue massaged his cock.
Just as he predicted Spike felt his balls tighten up as his body prepared to cum. He opened Buffy’s throat and drank.
Buffy let go of her head and stumbled back as Spike let his cock fall from her mouth.
“Oh my god!” she hissed. “I can’t believe you did that!”
“Didn’t hear any complaints at the time, luv,” said Spike, still on Buffy’s knees, clad in a shirt and thong.
Quickly Buffy zipped up and fled to her closet. “We need to get you into other clothes.”
If Spike’s face could have blushed it would have been beet red. Mortified at the shock, that her mouth had...done something so wonderful to... Buffy felt Spike’s cock twitch back to life at the thought of getting sucked off again.
A train of thought that swiftly pulled into ‘I wonder what it feels like for a guy to fuck’ station. She had all the parts necessary, and she started to wonder just how it felt to have this appendage that wanted nothing more than to be housed in a nice warm wet channel to be housed in said wetness. She felt another significant twitch in the trouser area before she mentally slapped herself to focus on the task of finding clothes for Spike, and the closet in which she was standing.
“Buffy...” said Spike wanting to talk about what just happened.
“No time for talking, Spike. My mom thinks we’ve been getting you dressed for my date with Riley!” She couldn’t talk about this now, that would lead to more of the thing with her tongue and his...Think clothes, Buffy! she chastised herself.
“You can’t honestly expect me to be anywhere near that git and not beat the crap out of him Slayer!”
“You aren’t actually going on a date with him, Spike. Did you not hear me earlier? Riley and me, so not happening right now.”
“Then why...”
“’Cause I need to get back at him on a purely vindictive level Spike...It’s a time honoured tradition dating back many eons,” explained Buffy pulling new clothes out of her closet.
Turning, she thrust a leather skirt and a red top at Spike, then rummaged through her underwear drawer and found a new black thong.
“Put these on,” she ordered, before turning back to her closet and began pulling out a whole other outfit.
Spike looked up concerned. “What’s with the other set of clothes pet?” he asked, eyeing the pants and top she now held in her hands.
“For patrol after,” she stated bluntly as if he should have known.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, taking off the grey top and slipping on the red. “Why do bints wear so many bleedin’ clothes?”
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Buffy and Spike returned to the main floor of the Summers’ residence, Spike dressed and made up for his ‘date’ with Riley and Buffy actually smiling about how she was going to make Riley miserable.
“What took you so long?” asked Joyce as she set a plate of stake and potatoes in front of Buffy’s body and a glass of blood in front of Spike’s.
“There was massive disagreement about what to wear,” lied Buffy. “But,” she sighed, “Spike won out, ‘cause it is him who’s wearing it all.”
Joyce smiled. “That is very diplomatic of you Buffy.”
Buffy smiled back at her mom, picking up the glass of blood and taking a sip.
The doorbell rang.
All three beings in the kitchen lurched up from their spots and made for the door, Joyce swiftly getting to the door first, followed closely by Spike.
With her best disapproving mom face on Joyce opened the door to Riley... a very nervous Riley, standing on her front porch flowers in hand.
“Riley,” greeted Joyce coldly.
“Mrs. Summers, I’m here to pick up Buffy for our date.”
It was hard not to giggle, so Joyce just bit her lip and backed up from the door waiting to see which one of the switched beings behind her would actually step forward.
Hesitantly Riley stepped into the house and offered the flowers to Buffy, or rather Buffy’s body.
“I thought I told you jewellery Whitebread?” sneered Spike, backing away from the flowers.
“You, you didn't get switched back?” the commando asked.
“No, we didn’t” confirmed Buffy, taking the flowers from Riley’s hands and sniffing. “Thanks for the flowers though,” she said a smile lighting up Spike’s face.
“My god Buffy, what are you going to do?” asked Riley standing exactly on spot, refusing to budge an inch.
“Giles is working on it,” noted Buffy moving away from the door towards the kitchen for a vase.
When she returned, vase in hand, the three figures at the door way stood in silence, the door still open behind Riley.
“What are we going to do?” asked Riley in a softer tone.
With a hard look Buffy stared down her boyfriend. “It all depends on you now doesn’t it, Riley? We can either go on our date as planned or we don’t.”
Riley looked from Spike to Buffy and back again.
“But Buffy, you’re a guy, I had a romantic dinner planned...Sunnydale’s a small town. We’re bound to run into someone we know...”
Buffy put Spike’s hands on his hips, Spike’s steely blue eyes boring into Riley’s head. “Just because I’m not in my own body we can’t go out?” she shouted. “Are you more afraid of your image as macho solider man than spending time with your girlfriend? Fine, then take Spike out, I’m sure he’ll show you a good time.”
Riley gawked at the suggestion.
“And that would be why she made you dress up,” noted Joyce to the scowling vampire that inhabited her daughter’s body.
“No, absolutely not!” declared the commando.
Buffy shrugged Spike’s shoulders. “Well Riley it’s been nice talking to you then, don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” said Buffy taking her vase of flowers out of the hallway with her as she headed up the stairs to her room.
“I don’t...I don’t understand,” muttered Riley.
“Neither do I Soldier Boy, neither do I,” said Spike sadly following up behind his body.
“Maybe it would be better if you left, Riley,” said Joyce softly. “I don’t think that Buffy’s quite forgiven you for hitting her earlier.”
“It was Spike I was hitting, not her, if she would just understand that!” shouted an indignant Riley.
Left alone in the hallway with Joyce, Riley suddenly realised something. Spike was up there with Buffy alone!? Riley bounded up the stairs, leaving Joyce in his wake. He barged into Buffy’s bedroom only to find Buffy’s body without a top on and Spike’s body sitting on the bed clutching Mr. Gordo.
“What the hell is going on here?” he shouted.
“What does it bloody look like? I’m getting dressed for soddin’ patrol! Bloody bint has to dress me up three times a day...” answered Spike, pulling a white sweater over Buffy’s head.
“You’re changing in front of each other?” asked Riley confused.
“He’s in my body Riley, there isn’t much of my body I haven’t seen!”
“But what about him! Has...Has he touched you?”
Buffy go up off the bed and walked into her boyfriend’s personal space. “I can safely say, Riley, that Spike has been the perfect gentleman and has not touched me at all. Now if you don’t mind I really don’t want to talk to you right now. Get out.”
Riley backed up a bit, his confused expression making Spike smirk across the room as he zipped up Buffy’s ‘slaying’ boots.
“How do you know he won’t try anything?” asked Riley lamely, his arguments sounding stupid even to himself.
Buffy cocked Spike’s scarred eyebrow in reply.
“Just go, Riley. I’ll call you when I’m switched back, okay?” said Buffy with a softness she hadn’t exhibited all day.
Riley nodded in compliance and turned to head back down the stairs.
“Awww, no kiss goodbye?” asked Spike.
“Shut up Spike,” muttered Buffy, grabbing Spike’s duster and slipping it on. “Let’s go kill something.”
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tbc...
Therapy
Disclaimer: Joss made ‘em, I play with ‘em.
Author’s Note: This chapter deals with ‘Womanly problems’ If reading about menstruation, menstrual blood and the whole pad/tampon thing gives you the heebie geebies, I would suggest that either you read with caution, or read with a buddy, cause the rest of the fic...ya it isn’t going away. Spectacular thanks go out to Bloodytearsoflife for betaing this chapter. *Hugs* go out to Aribelle who is busy with finals! Thanks to Comedy of Errors, Joyfuldayz, Spet, Space lord, Marzbar, Idk, bubble_blunder, wulfie, and jane for the fab reviews.
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Chapter 9:Therapy
Buffy led the way down the stairs for patrol, Spike's duster floating out behind his body as Buffy went down the stairs.
“Out for patrol?” asked her mother, coming out of the kitchen.
“Have to get rid of the urge to hit my boyfriend some how,” muttered Buffy.
“Will you be gone long?”
Buffy shrugged Spike’s shoulders. “I don’t know?” admitted Buffy.
Joyce nodded in understanding. “I’ll make up the spare bed for you Spike,” said Joyce with a smile.
“That’s right kind of you Joyce,” said Spike fiddling with one of Buffy’s stakes.
Buffy groaned to herself at the absurdity of it all. Her mom being all flirty with her vampire. “Can we go?” asked Buffy in a gruff voice.
Buffy reached for the doorknob, only to be cut off by the sound of someone knocking from the other side.
“Great! Giles is here!” said Buffy, falsely happy.
She opened the door, letting Giles brush by her in a rush.
“We, uh, have a problem Buffy,” said Giles looking directly at Spike in her body.
“Over here Giles,” reminded Buffy, waving Spike’s hand in front of the watcher’s face.
“Oh, right, sorry Buffy,” muttered Giles, running his fingers through his hair nervously.
“You have news Mr. Giles?” asked Joyce.
“Right. Given our less then spectacular success with the katra spell, I have been investigating where we went wrong. Naturally I cannot find out the cause...”
“Naturally,” mocked Spike.
“And so I contacted the one other person in North America that has any expertise on these kind of spells,” continued Giles.
“Yay, bringing in the big guns. When does this mega expert get here?” asked Buffy.
“Oh he’ll be here in two hours or so. But that is not the problem,” he admitted hesitantly.
“Then what is?” asked Spike before Buffy had a chance to say anything.
Giles gave a sigh as he saw both of them staring at him intently, neither one of them looking as if they were going to drop it. He heaved another sigh before answering them.
“Angel knows.”
“Excuse me?” exclaimed Buffy, Spike’s voice raising an octave.
“Just how did the Poofter find out?” asked Spike.
“Wesley told him,” Giles stated, trying his best to remain neutral and calm.
“Wesley is your expert!” shouted Buffy, starting to pace.
“It seems that Wesley has recently been working with Angel and Cordelia in LA.”
“Oh god, I need to sit down. This day just keeps getting worse,” muttered Buffy heading for the couch. “I so don’t want to deal with Angel right now.” Buffy sat Spike’s body down and put his head in his hands.
With a glare at the watcher, Spike sat down beside his Slayer and began patting her back.
“You don’t have to see hair gel boy if you don’t want to Slayer,” said Spike in a soothing tone.
“No he’ll find me,” she moaned, resting Spike’s head on her shoulder. “He has a habit of doing that.”
“Let’s go kill some nasties,” he offered. “That always makes you feel better.”
Buffy nodded and stood up from the couch to face her mother and Giles who were decidedly staring at them.
“What?” spat Buffy.
Giles immediately shook his head and muttered that it was nothing, while Joyce promptly decided that they had been very cute together.
“Huh?” asked Buffy for clarification.
“You and Spike on the couch, you two are very cute together,” reiterated Joyce.
Buffy gave a confused look to her mother, before Spike caught his arm and led his body out of the house.
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“...Always interfering in my life, thinks he knows better...gah! Why can’t he just stay in LA like he wanted?” ranted Buffy, waving Spike’s hands about in the night air.
Spike followed behind letting her rant into the empty cemetery, knowing full well that if she continued there was likely to be no nasties to kill.
“First, Riley going all bonkers about the switch and hitting you/me, with the guilt and the loathing, he hit me! You are supposed to walk away at the first sign of violence, right? I mean that’s how it’s supposed to work.” Buffy turned suddenly to face Spike, his long duster fanning out behind his body.
“And now Angel’s coming.” she continued. “And my mom’s all flirty with you and I just want to beat the crap out of Riley for touching you! Me! Gah!”
Spike smirked at her inability to process all the craziness of her day. Not like he wanted to be her therapist, listening to her rant about the other men in her life, but it might just clear up what was going on between the two of them.
“When you get all switched back what are you going to tell the soldier boy then?” prodded Spike.
Buffy sat down on a tombstone and sighed, Spike’s shoulders hunched over. “What would you do?” she asked.
The shock at her sending the question back at him and the idea that she even would respect his opinion if he gave it caused him to pause a moment longer than he intended.
“It would be all ‘kickin’ him to the curb’ wouldn’t it?” continued Buffy.
Spike nodded Buffy’s head in agreement.
“You are one smart vampire you know,” she confessed. “You tell anyone I said that and it’s the ash tray for you buster,” she said pointedly.
With a chuckle, Spike put Buffy’s hand on her heart. “Wouldn’t dream of it pet.”
“If you think about it, breaking up with Riley is gonna be so much easier than trying to explain to him why I know what it feels like for a guy. It’s like Madonna, but gender reversed,” she mused.
The pair sat and stood in silence for a moment.
“I scared all the vamps away didn’t I?” she finally admitted into the night air.
“One notable exception to that statement...”
“True,” she admitted. Buffy hopped off the tombstone. “You wanna go back?” asked Buffy.
“Sure, luv, I’m having this weird feeling, maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that cheesecake for lunch?” he laughed.
“You had cheesecake?” she whimpered. “Please tell me you ate something healthy?”
“Ya I ate something healthy,” he replied.
They fell instep with each other walking out of the cemetery.
“Is your mum really acting flirty around me?” asked Spike out of blue.
“You just noticing this?” observed Buffy, Spike’s hands buried in his duster’s pockets.
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As they traveled back the house Buffy became increasingly aware of the need to get her body back home. Spike was still oblivious to it, but she could smell it with Spike’s enhanced vampire senses that the need to get to the bathroom was a very good idea right now.
She didn’t even let him greet her mom as they returned to the house, merely urging her body up the stairs and into the bathroom. Leaving her body sitting on the toilet, Buffy went in search of supplies.
“Buffy? Is everything ok?” asked her mother who had made her way up the stairs concerned. “Does your body need first aid?”
Buffy shook Spike’s head. “No he will be ok. It’s all going to hit him at once but he’s gonna be fine.”
“What’s going to hit him?” asked Joyce.
“Spike’s just got my period,” said Buffy with an evil tone in Spike's voice.
Leaving her mother at the doorway, Buffy entered the bathroom, pile of supplies in hand, to see the vampire in her body sitting, pants around her ankles.
“I hope you have a good explanation for this one Slayer. It’s all well and good to get your pants off but this doesn’t promise a good time.”
“Oh you won’t be having a good time for a couple of days Spike,” warned Buffy.
“Bloody witch warned me about this...Just thought we’d get all switched back and I’d get to drool over your incredible smell instead of getting the cramps and the back pain and the mood swings.”
“Willow. Smart girl,” agreed Buffy. “But it looks like you’re stuck with it. Pants off,” ordered Buffy tugging at her boots and removing the bunch of cloth at her ankles.
Squatting on the floor in front of the toilet, Buffy tossed aside the pants her body had been wearing and picked through the pile of stuff she had carted into the bathroom with her. She picked up a pair of white bikini briefs and applied a pad to the crotch.
She held the pair of undies out so Spike could step through them. “Step in please,” she asked. Tentatively, Spike lifted Buffy’s legs up to step through the underwear. Buffy reached up and handed Spike a wad of toilet paper. “Wipe,” she ordered.
Feeling like he was being treated like a baby, Spike did as he was asked anyway and then stood up, only to have Buffy slide the underwear up her legs.
“I’m not a bloody child Slayer!” he protested.
“Fine, put these on,” she said throwing her yummy sushi pyjamas at him. “Then come down stairs.”
Buffy grabbed the pants and thong before heading out of the room.
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Buffy was down stairs watching tv with her mom, when Spike finally came down to the living room, clad in yummy sushi pyjamas and looking miserable.
“Oh Spike,” cooed Joyce, “You need drugs.” In an instant, Joyce was offering him a glass of water and two pills.
Downing the pills, Spike flopped on the couch beside his body.
“Hot water bottle?” asked Buffy holding the object up for view.
Spike nodded Buffy’s head and reached out for it.
“Blanket?” asked Joyce.
Before he could nod the blanket was wrapped around him and he found Buffy’s body snuggly against his own.
“Do you do this every month?” asked Spike curious.
“No, we did this special for you cause it’s your first,” said Buffy.
“My Spike’s a woman now!” laughed Joyce.
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tbc...
Author’s Note: This chapter deals with ‘Womanly problems’ If reading about menstruation, menstrual blood and the whole pad/tampon thing gives you the heebie geebies, I would suggest that either you read with caution, or read with a buddy, cause the rest of the fic...ya it isn’t going away. Spectacular thanks go out to Bloodytearsoflife for betaing this chapter. *Hugs* go out to Aribelle who is busy with finals! Thanks to Comedy of Errors, Joyfuldayz, Spet, Space lord, Marzbar, Idk, bubble_blunder, wulfie, and jane for the fab reviews.
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Chapter 9:Therapy
Buffy led the way down the stairs for patrol, Spike's duster floating out behind his body as Buffy went down the stairs.
“Out for patrol?” asked her mother, coming out of the kitchen.
“Have to get rid of the urge to hit my boyfriend some how,” muttered Buffy.
“Will you be gone long?”
Buffy shrugged Spike’s shoulders. “I don’t know?” admitted Buffy.
Joyce nodded in understanding. “I’ll make up the spare bed for you Spike,” said Joyce with a smile.
“That’s right kind of you Joyce,” said Spike fiddling with one of Buffy’s stakes.
Buffy groaned to herself at the absurdity of it all. Her mom being all flirty with her vampire. “Can we go?” asked Buffy in a gruff voice.
Buffy reached for the doorknob, only to be cut off by the sound of someone knocking from the other side.
“Great! Giles is here!” said Buffy, falsely happy.
She opened the door, letting Giles brush by her in a rush.
“We, uh, have a problem Buffy,” said Giles looking directly at Spike in her body.
“Over here Giles,” reminded Buffy, waving Spike’s hand in front of the watcher’s face.
“Oh, right, sorry Buffy,” muttered Giles, running his fingers through his hair nervously.
“You have news Mr. Giles?” asked Joyce.
“Right. Given our less then spectacular success with the katra spell, I have been investigating where we went wrong. Naturally I cannot find out the cause...”
“Naturally,” mocked Spike.
“And so I contacted the one other person in North America that has any expertise on these kind of spells,” continued Giles.
“Yay, bringing in the big guns. When does this mega expert get here?” asked Buffy.
“Oh he’ll be here in two hours or so. But that is not the problem,” he admitted hesitantly.
“Then what is?” asked Spike before Buffy had a chance to say anything.
Giles gave a sigh as he saw both of them staring at him intently, neither one of them looking as if they were going to drop it. He heaved another sigh before answering them.
“Angel knows.”
“Excuse me?” exclaimed Buffy, Spike’s voice raising an octave.
“Just how did the Poofter find out?” asked Spike.
“Wesley told him,” Giles stated, trying his best to remain neutral and calm.
“Wesley is your expert!” shouted Buffy, starting to pace.
“It seems that Wesley has recently been working with Angel and Cordelia in LA.”
“Oh god, I need to sit down. This day just keeps getting worse,” muttered Buffy heading for the couch. “I so don’t want to deal with Angel right now.” Buffy sat Spike’s body down and put his head in his hands.
With a glare at the watcher, Spike sat down beside his Slayer and began patting her back.
“You don’t have to see hair gel boy if you don’t want to Slayer,” said Spike in a soothing tone.
“No he’ll find me,” she moaned, resting Spike’s head on her shoulder. “He has a habit of doing that.”
“Let’s go kill some nasties,” he offered. “That always makes you feel better.”
Buffy nodded and stood up from the couch to face her mother and Giles who were decidedly staring at them.
“What?” spat Buffy.
Giles immediately shook his head and muttered that it was nothing, while Joyce promptly decided that they had been very cute together.
“Huh?” asked Buffy for clarification.
“You and Spike on the couch, you two are very cute together,” reiterated Joyce.
Buffy gave a confused look to her mother, before Spike caught his arm and led his body out of the house.
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“...Always interfering in my life, thinks he knows better...gah! Why can’t he just stay in LA like he wanted?” ranted Buffy, waving Spike’s hands about in the night air.
Spike followed behind letting her rant into the empty cemetery, knowing full well that if she continued there was likely to be no nasties to kill.
“First, Riley going all bonkers about the switch and hitting you/me, with the guilt and the loathing, he hit me! You are supposed to walk away at the first sign of violence, right? I mean that’s how it’s supposed to work.” Buffy turned suddenly to face Spike, his long duster fanning out behind his body.
“And now Angel’s coming.” she continued. “And my mom’s all flirty with you and I just want to beat the crap out of Riley for touching you! Me! Gah!”
Spike smirked at her inability to process all the craziness of her day. Not like he wanted to be her therapist, listening to her rant about the other men in her life, but it might just clear up what was going on between the two of them.
“When you get all switched back what are you going to tell the soldier boy then?” prodded Spike.
Buffy sat down on a tombstone and sighed, Spike’s shoulders hunched over. “What would you do?” she asked.
The shock at her sending the question back at him and the idea that she even would respect his opinion if he gave it caused him to pause a moment longer than he intended.
“It would be all ‘kickin’ him to the curb’ wouldn’t it?” continued Buffy.
Spike nodded Buffy’s head in agreement.
“You are one smart vampire you know,” she confessed. “You tell anyone I said that and it’s the ash tray for you buster,” she said pointedly.
With a chuckle, Spike put Buffy’s hand on her heart. “Wouldn’t dream of it pet.”
“If you think about it, breaking up with Riley is gonna be so much easier than trying to explain to him why I know what it feels like for a guy. It’s like Madonna, but gender reversed,” she mused.
The pair sat and stood in silence for a moment.
“I scared all the vamps away didn’t I?” she finally admitted into the night air.
“One notable exception to that statement...”
“True,” she admitted. Buffy hopped off the tombstone. “You wanna go back?” asked Buffy.
“Sure, luv, I’m having this weird feeling, maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that cheesecake for lunch?” he laughed.
“You had cheesecake?” she whimpered. “Please tell me you ate something healthy?”
“Ya I ate something healthy,” he replied.
They fell instep with each other walking out of the cemetery.
“Is your mum really acting flirty around me?” asked Spike out of blue.
“You just noticing this?” observed Buffy, Spike’s hands buried in his duster’s pockets.
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As they traveled back the house Buffy became increasingly aware of the need to get her body back home. Spike was still oblivious to it, but she could smell it with Spike’s enhanced vampire senses that the need to get to the bathroom was a very good idea right now.
She didn’t even let him greet her mom as they returned to the house, merely urging her body up the stairs and into the bathroom. Leaving her body sitting on the toilet, Buffy went in search of supplies.
“Buffy? Is everything ok?” asked her mother who had made her way up the stairs concerned. “Does your body need first aid?”
Buffy shook Spike’s head. “No he will be ok. It’s all going to hit him at once but he’s gonna be fine.”
“What’s going to hit him?” asked Joyce.
“Spike’s just got my period,” said Buffy with an evil tone in Spike's voice.
Leaving her mother at the doorway, Buffy entered the bathroom, pile of supplies in hand, to see the vampire in her body sitting, pants around her ankles.
“I hope you have a good explanation for this one Slayer. It’s all well and good to get your pants off but this doesn’t promise a good time.”
“Oh you won’t be having a good time for a couple of days Spike,” warned Buffy.
“Bloody witch warned me about this...Just thought we’d get all switched back and I’d get to drool over your incredible smell instead of getting the cramps and the back pain and the mood swings.”
“Willow. Smart girl,” agreed Buffy. “But it looks like you’re stuck with it. Pants off,” ordered Buffy tugging at her boots and removing the bunch of cloth at her ankles.
Squatting on the floor in front of the toilet, Buffy tossed aside the pants her body had been wearing and picked through the pile of stuff she had carted into the bathroom with her. She picked up a pair of white bikini briefs and applied a pad to the crotch.
She held the pair of undies out so Spike could step through them. “Step in please,” she asked. Tentatively, Spike lifted Buffy’s legs up to step through the underwear. Buffy reached up and handed Spike a wad of toilet paper. “Wipe,” she ordered.
Feeling like he was being treated like a baby, Spike did as he was asked anyway and then stood up, only to have Buffy slide the underwear up her legs.
“I’m not a bloody child Slayer!” he protested.
“Fine, put these on,” she said throwing her yummy sushi pyjamas at him. “Then come down stairs.”
Buffy grabbed the pants and thong before heading out of the room.
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Buffy was down stairs watching tv with her mom, when Spike finally came down to the living room, clad in yummy sushi pyjamas and looking miserable.
“Oh Spike,” cooed Joyce, “You need drugs.” In an instant, Joyce was offering him a glass of water and two pills.
Downing the pills, Spike flopped on the couch beside his body.
“Hot water bottle?” asked Buffy holding the object up for view.
Spike nodded Buffy’s head and reached out for it.
“Blanket?” asked Joyce.
Before he could nod the blanket was wrapped around him and he found Buffy’s body snuggly against his own.
“Do you do this every month?” asked Spike curious.
“No, we did this special for you cause it’s your first,” said Buffy.
“My Spike’s a woman now!” laughed Joyce.
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tbc...
Fine for You
Disclaimer: Spike’s not mine...you don’t have to rub it in
Author’s note: Spike has Buffy’s period. There’s Spuffy smut in this fic. If together those two things make you go *eeek,* well stick around for this chapter, but no promises after that. Once again massive hugs go out to Bloodytearsoflife for the fab betaing.
Thanks to Channel 5, Dee, Tasha, idk, CM, jane, Joyful Dayz, Blubble_blunder, Irishrose, Marzbar, Spet, and Wulfie for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 10: Fine for You
They were in the middle of watching Pride and Prejudice when there came a knock at the door.
Rather than disturb Buffy and Spike, Joyce slinked to the door well aware of the problems that Angel‘s presence in her house would cause.
Through the window Joyce saw the broody face of her visitor and prepared herself for an argument. Reluctantly, she opened the door hoping that he wouldn’t start yelling.
“Angel,” she greeted with a sombre face.
“Where is he Joyce?” asked the broody vampire on the porch.
“Who?” asked Joyce innocently.
“Spike, who else?”
“Right, well they are on the couch watching a movie. They don’t want to talk to you right now. Perhaps you should go somewhere else and come back when Wesley and Giles have come up with a way to fix this mess.”
“What mess?” asked Angel.
“You mean you don’t know?” Joyce questioned. “You came all the way down here and you don’t know what’s going on?”
“What’s to know?” he admitted, “It’s Spike, he’s evil.”
“Oh yes, cause an evil vampire watches Pride and Prejudice.”
“He read it often enough as a fledge...Let me in Joyce...”
“No,” she said blocking his entrance to the house.
“He could be draining Buffy as we speak!” Angel raised his voice.
With a hard look in her eyes, Joyce put her free hand on her hip and glared. “You don’t tell me what to do Angel, you may be centuries older than me, but this is my house. I trust Spike.”
“He’s a killer!”
“Pot, kettle?”
“Joyce let me in,” he ordered.
There was some movement in the living room, causing the two members of the doorway stand off to direct their attention to the living room.
“Ow,” came Buffy’s voice.
It took all of a second for Angel to react to the voice. Angel pushed Joyce out of the way and raced into the living room.
Buffy looked up from adjusting Spike’s blanket after they decided that they needed to change spots, her body had started to get pins and needles from sitting that way for so long. Angel, glared back at her, at Spike’s body with eyes that were flashing brown to amber.
“Angel, what the hell are you doing in my house?” she asked, Spike’s voice resonating in his ears, making Buffy realise that Angel wasn’t going to buy it either, just like Riley hadn’t.
Angel hitting her was gonna hurt a lot more though.
“Spike, get away from her,” ordered the older vampire.
“It’s happening again isn’t it?” asked Spike from his position laying on the couch. “Bloody hell can’t your soddin’ exes leave my body alone?”
“Apparently it’s a syndrome,” Buffy noted, standing up from the couch. “Angel, I don’t want you here. GO away!”
“That’s not for you to decide, Spike!” declared Angel.
“He doesn’t know,” mentioned Joyce from the hallway, clutching her head, a bruise beginning to bloom on her forehead.
“Oh god, Mom! What happened?” asked Buffy, rushing over to her mother.
“I might have pushed her,” confessed Angel with his best apologetic look.
Buffy turned Spike’s body around and glared at her ex boyfriend as she wrapped Spike’s arms around her mother. “You did this?”
“I thought Spike...”
“No, Spike didn’t do anything. Actually he won’t be doing anything for a while, Angel,” said Buffy annoyed.
“Huh?” Angel had a confused look on his face.
“Wesley didn’t tell you that we switched bodies?” asked Buffy, earning a chuckle from Spike on the couch.
Angel looked between the girl on the couch in pyjamas and the vampire that was holding Joyce by the shoulders.
“Imagine how bloody confusing it is to us, Peaches,” noted Spike on the couch, who was glaring coldly at the elder vamp for having pushed Joyce. “All we can do is sit back and wait for the Watcher and Red to fix us. The last attempt went all wonky.”
Buffy and her mom went into the kitchen to get ice for Joyce’s head. Angel sat down on the couch for a moment. It was as if Spike could see the wheels turning in his head.
“Why is your body all beat up then?” asked Angel after a moment.
“That would be Soldier Boy. The Slayer was sitting here minding her own business and Whitebread burst in and started beating on my body. Thought that same thing you did. Except that bit of tin in my head made her a sitting duck. Luckily, I came home and stopped it,” he replied smugly.
Angel’s ire rose again.
“Surprised that you didn’t do the same thing, Peaches. Defending the honour of your girl and all.”
“She’s not my girl anymore, Spike. Don’t like seeing her with that moron, Riley, but she’s not my girl.”
“That’s big of you to say Angel,” came Spike’s voice from the hallway again. “It might be nice of you to apologise to my mom too. She’s got a rather large bump on her head.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, getting up off the couch and heading into the kitchen for a moment. Buffy was terribly tempted to trip him on the way there.
“How are you feeling?” asked Buffy of her vampire with woman troubles.
“Fine, annoyed that Peaches interrupted the best part of Colin Firth’s performance.”
A smile spread over Spike’s face as Buffy shook his head, the comfortable silence was broken by Angel‘s voice.
“I’ll just go,” said Angel from the hallway. “I’ll be back with Wesley in the morning.”
Buffy glared at him, really wanted to smack him for pushing her mom, but Spike tugged her down on the couch. With a weak smile and a wave, Angel left leaving the Summers household to return to the drama of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy’s romantic life. Spike and Buffy snuggled under a blanket on the couch while Joyce looked on happily despite the bump on the head.
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The credits began to roll on the TV. Buffy looked up to see her mom asleep in her chair and she could feel her own breath against Spike’s chest.
Who knew when the Big Bad got all crampy he turned into a snuggle buddy?
Buffy reached over for the remote, turning off the DVD and extricating her body from Spike’s arm, so she could move about.
This had been an insanely weird day and the truth was that she wasn’t ready for the day to end. Sure the clock on the VCR said that it was 1 am but that didn’t mean she was ready for a whole new day to start. A day that would most likely bring another confrontation with Riley, a definite encounter with Angel and possible switchage.
With a gentle rub to her mother’s back, Buffy sent her mother up to bed, she had work in the morning. With sleepy eyes, Joyce kissed Spike’s cheek softly and patted Buffy’s head affectionately before heading up the stairs.
Buffy picked up her body in Spike’s strong arms, allowing her head to rest on his chest and followed her mother up the stairs before veering into her own room. It was only hours before the Scoobies would descend on their doorstep once again and break the comfortable family atmosphere in the house. Her mom was right, Spike was family now.
And Buffy had to admit that she was starting to have her doubts about her mom having lusty thoughts about Spike now. Maybe it was the fact that her daughter was in the gorgeous vampire’s body or maybe Buffy had had it wrong all along. The comments about how cute the two of them looked together on the couch was certainly not meshing with the whole ‘mom thinks Spike’s hot’ theory.
Buffy laid her body down on the bed, covering up the sleeping vampire in her body before heading off to make certain that the curtains were closed properly and thus avoiding waking up in flamey death. Turning to her dresser in hopes of getting changed into Pyjamas herself, Buffy realised that she had a problem.
What the hell is Spike supposed to wear for pjs? she asked herself.
She didn’t even have underwear for the vampire’s body. She contemplated sleeping fully clothed, but that idea was hurriedly dismissed. Jeans were not comfy to sleep in.
Suddenly, inspiration struck and she found a pair of oversized shorts that had gotten stretched in the wash. Carefully clad in the shorts, that frankly were too big for Spike as well, Buffy slipped in under the covers of her bed and drifted off.
Hours later, Spike opened Buffy’s eyes to find that he was in the Slayer’s bed, his own body wrapped up around hers. That all encompassing pain in Buffy’s lower back and abdomen had returned and he wished that he had some of those little white pills Joyce had given him earlier to ease the pain away.
But that would mean he’d have to leave the warm comforting touch of his own body. It posed a dilemma.
His body moved slightly.
“Spike?” Buffy asked, sleepily. “You ok?”
Spike nodded Buffy’s head.
“No, you aren’t, I can feel it. I don’t know how. You’re in pain. Do you need more painkillers?” she asked.
“Ok.”
Buffy smothered a laugh at the vulnerably that Spike was portraying in this state she had had to endure every month for the last seven years. Carefully Buffy extricated Spike’s body from the bed, keeping careful hold on the waist band of those freakishly stretched shorts that at that moment she was glad she hadn’t managed to throw them out.
Returning from the bathroom, Buffy handed the pills and a glass of water to Spike.
“So...enjoying your first period?” asked Buffy with a smile.
“Hardly,” he answered, an edge to her voice. “Bet your body smells bloody wonderful to my nose though...”
Buffy closed Spike’s eyes and inhaled. She had to admit that it did. It felt wrong though, to be salivating over your own body.
“Maybe we can do something about that in the morning,” continued the vampire sleepily, putting Buffy’s head back down on the pillow.
Quietly Buffy moved Spike’s body back under the covers, his blue eyes trained on her face.
“Goodnight Buffy,” he mumbled into the darkness.
“Goodnight Spike.”
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It was like an inferno, something incredibly hot...and wet, was causing the most fantastic feeling around Spike’s cock.
Buffy opened Spike’s eyes and found that she was looking into a quilt that had been put up over his head. Buffy moaned as the intensity of the sensations increased. Instinctively, Buffy knew that Spike’s body was really very close to spending, and she refused to think about exactly what was making her feel this way.
Thinking was defiantly of the bad right now.
Buffy allowed Spike’s eyes to roll up into his head as something hot and wet probed the length of Spike junior causing the vampire’s body to respond with a moan. Little fingers were trailing up and over Spike’s bare legs, bringing Buffy dangerously close to that thinking thing again.
“Spike!” she growled arching Spike’s body off the bed and succumbing to the fantastic orgasm.
Moments later, Spike drew the quilt off of his head and smiled down at her.
“There are questions my brain wants to ask,” she muttered. “But I don’t think I want the truth.”
Buffy’s body falling back onto the pillows, Spike chuckled, Buffy’s girlish giggle filling the room. “I guess it would be foolish for me to ask to get you to return the favour then?”
“Ewwww!”
“That’s what I thought you’d say,” he mumbled, getting up out of the bed, and stalking towards Buffy’s drawers. “It’s all well and good when you’re the one getting your rocks off, but when it’s me?...”
“But it’s not you Spike! It’s my body! And besides the fact that I have issues with doing that to my own body, you are currently indisposed!” She waved Spike’s hand towards her body’s lower regions.
“Bull shit,” exclaimed the vampire, Buffy’s hands on her hips. “You’re in my body, my body drinks blood or have you forgotten that?”
“Not forgotten,” she mumbled as she pulled Spike’s body out of bed. “Constant reminder actually.”
Spike moved closer to his body, peeling off the yummy sushi pyjamas as he walked, coming to rest just in front of his own naked body, wearing only white bikini briefs. “So why don’t you do anything about it? Probably the only time my body can actually drink the fresh stuff with out a headache.”
Spike watched as Buffy began to worry his bottom lip nervously.
“No one will ever have to know,” he continued trailing a finger down his perfect chest.
Spike's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as his eyes passed over her body.
The pair of one time adversaries jumped as the phone rang down stairs.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, knowing that the moment was over.
“Get dressed Spike,” Buffy ordered. “The hoards are about to descend.”
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tbc...
Only two more chapters to go!
Author’s note: Spike has Buffy’s period. There’s Spuffy smut in this fic. If together those two things make you go *eeek,* well stick around for this chapter, but no promises after that. Once again massive hugs go out to Bloodytearsoflife for the fab betaing.
Thanks to Channel 5, Dee, Tasha, idk, CM, jane, Joyful Dayz, Blubble_blunder, Irishrose, Marzbar, Spet, and Wulfie for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 10: Fine for You
They were in the middle of watching Pride and Prejudice when there came a knock at the door.
Rather than disturb Buffy and Spike, Joyce slinked to the door well aware of the problems that Angel‘s presence in her house would cause.
Through the window Joyce saw the broody face of her visitor and prepared herself for an argument. Reluctantly, she opened the door hoping that he wouldn’t start yelling.
“Angel,” she greeted with a sombre face.
“Where is he Joyce?” asked the broody vampire on the porch.
“Who?” asked Joyce innocently.
“Spike, who else?”
“Right, well they are on the couch watching a movie. They don’t want to talk to you right now. Perhaps you should go somewhere else and come back when Wesley and Giles have come up with a way to fix this mess.”
“What mess?” asked Angel.
“You mean you don’t know?” Joyce questioned. “You came all the way down here and you don’t know what’s going on?”
“What’s to know?” he admitted, “It’s Spike, he’s evil.”
“Oh yes, cause an evil vampire watches Pride and Prejudice.”
“He read it often enough as a fledge...Let me in Joyce...”
“No,” she said blocking his entrance to the house.
“He could be draining Buffy as we speak!” Angel raised his voice.
With a hard look in her eyes, Joyce put her free hand on her hip and glared. “You don’t tell me what to do Angel, you may be centuries older than me, but this is my house. I trust Spike.”
“He’s a killer!”
“Pot, kettle?”
“Joyce let me in,” he ordered.
There was some movement in the living room, causing the two members of the doorway stand off to direct their attention to the living room.
“Ow,” came Buffy’s voice.
It took all of a second for Angel to react to the voice. Angel pushed Joyce out of the way and raced into the living room.
Buffy looked up from adjusting Spike’s blanket after they decided that they needed to change spots, her body had started to get pins and needles from sitting that way for so long. Angel, glared back at her, at Spike’s body with eyes that were flashing brown to amber.
“Angel, what the hell are you doing in my house?” she asked, Spike’s voice resonating in his ears, making Buffy realise that Angel wasn’t going to buy it either, just like Riley hadn’t.
Angel hitting her was gonna hurt a lot more though.
“Spike, get away from her,” ordered the older vampire.
“It’s happening again isn’t it?” asked Spike from his position laying on the couch. “Bloody hell can’t your soddin’ exes leave my body alone?”
“Apparently it’s a syndrome,” Buffy noted, standing up from the couch. “Angel, I don’t want you here. GO away!”
“That’s not for you to decide, Spike!” declared Angel.
“He doesn’t know,” mentioned Joyce from the hallway, clutching her head, a bruise beginning to bloom on her forehead.
“Oh god, Mom! What happened?” asked Buffy, rushing over to her mother.
“I might have pushed her,” confessed Angel with his best apologetic look.
Buffy turned Spike’s body around and glared at her ex boyfriend as she wrapped Spike’s arms around her mother. “You did this?”
“I thought Spike...”
“No, Spike didn’t do anything. Actually he won’t be doing anything for a while, Angel,” said Buffy annoyed.
“Huh?” Angel had a confused look on his face.
“Wesley didn’t tell you that we switched bodies?” asked Buffy, earning a chuckle from Spike on the couch.
Angel looked between the girl on the couch in pyjamas and the vampire that was holding Joyce by the shoulders.
“Imagine how bloody confusing it is to us, Peaches,” noted Spike on the couch, who was glaring coldly at the elder vamp for having pushed Joyce. “All we can do is sit back and wait for the Watcher and Red to fix us. The last attempt went all wonky.”
Buffy and her mom went into the kitchen to get ice for Joyce’s head. Angel sat down on the couch for a moment. It was as if Spike could see the wheels turning in his head.
“Why is your body all beat up then?” asked Angel after a moment.
“That would be Soldier Boy. The Slayer was sitting here minding her own business and Whitebread burst in and started beating on my body. Thought that same thing you did. Except that bit of tin in my head made her a sitting duck. Luckily, I came home and stopped it,” he replied smugly.
Angel’s ire rose again.
“Surprised that you didn’t do the same thing, Peaches. Defending the honour of your girl and all.”
“She’s not my girl anymore, Spike. Don’t like seeing her with that moron, Riley, but she’s not my girl.”
“That’s big of you to say Angel,” came Spike’s voice from the hallway again. “It might be nice of you to apologise to my mom too. She’s got a rather large bump on her head.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, getting up off the couch and heading into the kitchen for a moment. Buffy was terribly tempted to trip him on the way there.
“How are you feeling?” asked Buffy of her vampire with woman troubles.
“Fine, annoyed that Peaches interrupted the best part of Colin Firth’s performance.”
A smile spread over Spike’s face as Buffy shook his head, the comfortable silence was broken by Angel‘s voice.
“I’ll just go,” said Angel from the hallway. “I’ll be back with Wesley in the morning.”
Buffy glared at him, really wanted to smack him for pushing her mom, but Spike tugged her down on the couch. With a weak smile and a wave, Angel left leaving the Summers household to return to the drama of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy’s romantic life. Spike and Buffy snuggled under a blanket on the couch while Joyce looked on happily despite the bump on the head.
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The credits began to roll on the TV. Buffy looked up to see her mom asleep in her chair and she could feel her own breath against Spike’s chest.
Who knew when the Big Bad got all crampy he turned into a snuggle buddy?
Buffy reached over for the remote, turning off the DVD and extricating her body from Spike’s arm, so she could move about.
This had been an insanely weird day and the truth was that she wasn’t ready for the day to end. Sure the clock on the VCR said that it was 1 am but that didn’t mean she was ready for a whole new day to start. A day that would most likely bring another confrontation with Riley, a definite encounter with Angel and possible switchage.
With a gentle rub to her mother’s back, Buffy sent her mother up to bed, she had work in the morning. With sleepy eyes, Joyce kissed Spike’s cheek softly and patted Buffy’s head affectionately before heading up the stairs.
Buffy picked up her body in Spike’s strong arms, allowing her head to rest on his chest and followed her mother up the stairs before veering into her own room. It was only hours before the Scoobies would descend on their doorstep once again and break the comfortable family atmosphere in the house. Her mom was right, Spike was family now.
And Buffy had to admit that she was starting to have her doubts about her mom having lusty thoughts about Spike now. Maybe it was the fact that her daughter was in the gorgeous vampire’s body or maybe Buffy had had it wrong all along. The comments about how cute the two of them looked together on the couch was certainly not meshing with the whole ‘mom thinks Spike’s hot’ theory.
Buffy laid her body down on the bed, covering up the sleeping vampire in her body before heading off to make certain that the curtains were closed properly and thus avoiding waking up in flamey death. Turning to her dresser in hopes of getting changed into Pyjamas herself, Buffy realised that she had a problem.
What the hell is Spike supposed to wear for pjs? she asked herself.
She didn’t even have underwear for the vampire’s body. She contemplated sleeping fully clothed, but that idea was hurriedly dismissed. Jeans were not comfy to sleep in.
Suddenly, inspiration struck and she found a pair of oversized shorts that had gotten stretched in the wash. Carefully clad in the shorts, that frankly were too big for Spike as well, Buffy slipped in under the covers of her bed and drifted off.
Hours later, Spike opened Buffy’s eyes to find that he was in the Slayer’s bed, his own body wrapped up around hers. That all encompassing pain in Buffy’s lower back and abdomen had returned and he wished that he had some of those little white pills Joyce had given him earlier to ease the pain away.
But that would mean he’d have to leave the warm comforting touch of his own body. It posed a dilemma.
His body moved slightly.
“Spike?” Buffy asked, sleepily. “You ok?”
Spike nodded Buffy’s head.
“No, you aren’t, I can feel it. I don’t know how. You’re in pain. Do you need more painkillers?” she asked.
“Ok.”
Buffy smothered a laugh at the vulnerably that Spike was portraying in this state she had had to endure every month for the last seven years. Carefully Buffy extricated Spike’s body from the bed, keeping careful hold on the waist band of those freakishly stretched shorts that at that moment she was glad she hadn’t managed to throw them out.
Returning from the bathroom, Buffy handed the pills and a glass of water to Spike.
“So...enjoying your first period?” asked Buffy with a smile.
“Hardly,” he answered, an edge to her voice. “Bet your body smells bloody wonderful to my nose though...”
Buffy closed Spike’s eyes and inhaled. She had to admit that it did. It felt wrong though, to be salivating over your own body.
“Maybe we can do something about that in the morning,” continued the vampire sleepily, putting Buffy’s head back down on the pillow.
Quietly Buffy moved Spike’s body back under the covers, his blue eyes trained on her face.
“Goodnight Buffy,” he mumbled into the darkness.
“Goodnight Spike.”
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It was like an inferno, something incredibly hot...and wet, was causing the most fantastic feeling around Spike’s cock.
Buffy opened Spike’s eyes and found that she was looking into a quilt that had been put up over his head. Buffy moaned as the intensity of the sensations increased. Instinctively, Buffy knew that Spike’s body was really very close to spending, and she refused to think about exactly what was making her feel this way.
Thinking was defiantly of the bad right now.
Buffy allowed Spike’s eyes to roll up into his head as something hot and wet probed the length of Spike junior causing the vampire’s body to respond with a moan. Little fingers were trailing up and over Spike’s bare legs, bringing Buffy dangerously close to that thinking thing again.
“Spike!” she growled arching Spike’s body off the bed and succumbing to the fantastic orgasm.
Moments later, Spike drew the quilt off of his head and smiled down at her.
“There are questions my brain wants to ask,” she muttered. “But I don’t think I want the truth.”
Buffy’s body falling back onto the pillows, Spike chuckled, Buffy’s girlish giggle filling the room. “I guess it would be foolish for me to ask to get you to return the favour then?”
“Ewwww!”
“That’s what I thought you’d say,” he mumbled, getting up out of the bed, and stalking towards Buffy’s drawers. “It’s all well and good when you’re the one getting your rocks off, but when it’s me?...”
“But it’s not you Spike! It’s my body! And besides the fact that I have issues with doing that to my own body, you are currently indisposed!” She waved Spike’s hand towards her body’s lower regions.
“Bull shit,” exclaimed the vampire, Buffy’s hands on her hips. “You’re in my body, my body drinks blood or have you forgotten that?”
“Not forgotten,” she mumbled as she pulled Spike’s body out of bed. “Constant reminder actually.”
Spike moved closer to his body, peeling off the yummy sushi pyjamas as he walked, coming to rest just in front of his own naked body, wearing only white bikini briefs. “So why don’t you do anything about it? Probably the only time my body can actually drink the fresh stuff with out a headache.”
Spike watched as Buffy began to worry his bottom lip nervously.
“No one will ever have to know,” he continued trailing a finger down his perfect chest.
Spike's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as his eyes passed over her body.
The pair of one time adversaries jumped as the phone rang down stairs.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, knowing that the moment was over.
“Get dressed Spike,” Buffy ordered. “The hoards are about to descend.”
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tbc...
Only two more chapters to go!
Wisdom Gained
Disclaimer: Joss is god. Praise to him, from whom all these characters flow.
Author’s note: Did ya read the note from chapter 9 and 10? It gets worse....Thanks and hugs to BTL for the fab betating
Thanks to Tasha, Joyful Dayz, Marzbar, Comedy of Errors, CM, Chanel 5, Jane, BSB, idk, Bubble_blunder, Spet, and Wulfie for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 11: Wisdom Gained
They dressed in silence. Just like the day before, Buffy got out what she wanted Spike to wear on her body for the day, choosing a simple knit sweater and black pants, while Buffy dressed Spike’s body in his trademark black pants and t shirt.
I should have gone shopping yesterday! she thought remarking on the missed opportunity. She slipped on Spike’s T shirt and moved towards her body to help Spike brush her hair.
“I can bloody do it myself,” he snapped back at her.
“Fine!” she barked back, grabbing Spike’s boots and lacing them up. “I don’t know what your problem is all of a sudden. I was just trying to help you out.”
“And I don’t need your help,” he muttered, as he drew the brush through Buffy’s hair, wincing as the tangles pulled.
Buffy rolled Spike’s eyes. She pulled her body closer to her and grabbed the brush out of her hand. They both sat on the edge of the bed, Buffy’s body sitting on Spike’s lap. The brush made quite a few strokes down the length of her hair before he responded.
“They’re comin’ to switch us back, aren’t they luv?” he asked.
Behind her head, Buffy nodded. “I think so.”
There was a pause between them, and the only sound in the room was the quiet swish of the brush passing through Buffy’s hair.
“Would it be wrong to say that, well aside from Riley, and Angel and the no sunlight thing, and Harmony, I don’t mind being in your body?” she offered.
“What about the blood thing?” he asked, turning Buffy’s head to look into his own eyes.
“I’ve already gotten used to it. It’s not so bad, really.”
“And yet...” he started, as he rose from his place on his lap.
Buffy reached out with Spike's and hand and held her body back from its retreat. “No, ‘and yet’ Spike. I’ve gotten used to being in your body. I haven’t gotten used to being a guy yet, with the appendage that thinks for itself, or the chip. I haven’t gotten used to being chips ahoy. But I kinda maybe respect you for it a little. And...and I like what’s happened to us. It’s girly, but I like how we take care of each other.”
“Are you trying to butter me up for anther blow job?” asked Spike, suddenly straddling his body, legs planted on either side of his thighs.
“No,” Buffy answered, almost forcefully.
Spike’s body reacted though, to the thought or to the warm heat seeping through her heavily padded undies. Buffy bit Spike’s lip trying not to think about it. She tried to think of things to make Spike Jr go down: Purple Slime demons, Giles in drag (‘cause, oh yes, she’d seen that picture and repressed that memory for just such an occasion), Xander, The Master, Harmony. But it didn’t work.
It didn’t work because Spike was rubbing her crotch against his denim encased hard on.
It was Spike’s fault.
He guessed it was something to do with women’s physiology or something, cause now that he was over the cramping and the pain and bloating, he felt horny. Hornier than he expected to feel while blood was trickling out of this body.
Blood that his body would be more than willing to drink up. And she was being such a prude about it. He had been sitting there, on his own lap, getting her hair brushed, listening to her say all those, things, things he had never hoped for her to say, and yet...
It was easy enough to make her see just what he wanted, what he needed. However, he had a feeling that he was going to be left high and dry once again, because of her squeamishness.
She was the god damn slayer after all, saw blood on a daily basis. How could this possibly make her cringe?
“Spike...” she warned, his hands grasping at her arms, trying to still his motions.
She knew just how turned on he was in her body. Inside her head she was debating all the things she had been told and had come to know about having sex during her period. Riley wouldn’t do it, no ifs, ands or buts. It was unclean, just like if she got herself off without his help. It was wrong.
It all came to one very logical conclusion: Riley was a moron.
And she liked that conclusion a lot. Cause that conclusion was necessary for Spike kissage.
Spike’s body leaned forward, wrapping arms around Buffy’s body in a possessive embrace, his lips finding hers. Buffy rejoiced in her over use of lip balm, her lips were so soft and kissable.
She filed that thought back in the folder marked ‘Weird’.
Spike’s fingers found the clasp of her pants and slowly slid down the zipper, forcing Spike up off his body so that the garment could slide down Buffy’s legs. In one fluid motion, Buffy had Spike laying on the bed, her legs in the air and peeling off the white bikini briefs that covered her succulent folds.
One look into her green eyes and Buffy could tell that Spike was doing the happy dance in there.
Buffy looked curiously at the wonder that was her sex. She’d never seen it from this angle before. Before she could really contemplate its depth, its complexity, she felt Spike’s mouth begin to salivate at the scent.
“You know you want to try it, Buffy. I won’t tell,” her voice purred sweetly.
Buffy shook Spike’s head forcefully, his fingers nimbly working the button and zipper of Spike’s trousers. She wasn’t going to go there, but that didn’t stop her from going somewhere new.
Spike lifted Buffy’s head up off the comforter of her bed to see just what Buffy was doing down there, only to be surprised as his body crawled up the length of her body, positioning his hard cock at her red and wet entrance.
“Buffy...” he questioned, his voice close to a warning.
This was a big step. This wasn’t oral, this wasn’t heavy petting. This was sex. Sex was dangerously close to intimacy for him. If she did this, not that he was complaining, there was no going back for him, or for her.
Gradually his shaft plunged into her hot recesses, causing both of them to gasp at the unrivalled sensations that were flooding their senses.
“God!” she moaned, as Spike’s body forced the rhythm that the two beings were engaged in.
“Name’s Spike actually,” quipped the vampire, stuck in the Slayer’s body.
“Fuck! Spike! Quip later!” gasped Buffy.
With a nod of her head, Spike obliged, flipping them over, positioning Buffy’s body above his own, ready to ride his body to dust. Buffy was perfectly ok with that, given her inability to form coherent sentences. Spike’s hands were firmly attached to Buffy’s hips, holding her body as he grinded and bounced against his body.
Buffy sought out her lips once more, eager to kiss Spike, in any shape or form.
All thoughts of any possible reconciliation with Wonderbread had left her brain completely. Spike was it. If she could feel this way in his body while fucking her own body, imagine what it would feel like from the other side.
Buffy flipped them, Spike finding Buffy’s body pinned beneath his own, his cock relentlessly thrusting in and out of her core.
“Spike!” she growled, coming ever closer to release.
Spike reached out a petite hand and attempted to get to her clit, seeking further stimulation, but Buffy slapped it gently away, instead rubbing her clit with Spike’s fingers roughly, trying to get him off before herself for a change.
One little pinch and Spike started to shout out his completion, only to have Buffy muffle his howl, with his lips. She came only seconds later as her inner walls milked his cock.
“Buffy? Spike?” came her mother’s voice from down stairs. “Are you two up yet? The gang will be here in 20mins to switch you back!”
Buffy looked down at her body, Spike’s softening cock still nestled inside her body. “Shower, new clothes. Now,” she half ordered, half tried to convince herself.
Now was not the time for afterglow.
Grabbing two bathrobes from her closet, Buffy rushed her body and Spike’s into the bathroom for a very quick shower.
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Buffy in Spike’s body and Spike in Buffy’s body finally made their way down the stairs half an hour later, Buffy’s hair, just not doing what Spike wanted to do with it.
They were faced with what seemed like the Spanish inquisition, Scooby style. Around the dinning room table, sat Giles, Willow, Anya, Xander, Cordelia, Wesley, and Angel. Joyce was serving waffles and blood.
“Wow, everyone is in my dining room,” muttered Buffy, accepting the glass of blood her mother was passing to her.
Spike sat down at the only free chair at the table.
“How are you feeling Spike?” asked Joyce with concern.
“About ready to get back into my own body. How’s that comin’?” Spike asked, shovelling waffles into Buffy’s mouth.
“Hey! Take it easy! I don’t want an upset tummy when I go back into that body!” protested the slayer.
“Is anyone else freaked out by this?” asked Cordelia out of the blue.
“Used to it; it was freakier yesterday,” observed Xander through a mouthful of waffle.
“Your table manners are still horrible, Xander Harris. I can’t believe I dated you!”
This earned Cordelia a pointed glare from Anya.
“Back to the matter at hand,” interjected Giles, taking command of the conversation. “Wesley, here, has been able to discover why our spell failed.”
“It was quite simple really. A common error. The tenses of the verbs were mixed up, resulting in spell that switched not only the participants of the original spell but also the makers of the katra,” continued Wesley.
“Verb tenses?” asked Buffy, Spike's scarred eyebrow raised.
“Yes, well, no sense in dwelling on past mistakes,” Giles declared as he stood up from the table. “Shall we switch them back?”
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Joyce, Angel, Cordelia, and Xander found themselves sitting on the couch waiting for the unswitching to take place.
Apparently the verb tense mix up was not the only mistake Giles had made. Willow, Anya, Wesley, and Giles stood in a circle around Spike and Buffy this time, still passing around some metal talisman that had been cluttering up Giles’ stash of talismans.
Buffy tried to keep track of where the things was being passed, but it was making her dizzy. Spike grabbed his hand to steady her against the very clear wave of dizzy that she was experiencing.
Finally the chanting stopped, and Wesley handed Spike’s body the talisman, wrapped up in a handkerchief. Buffy pulled Spike’s hand away from hers and unwrapped the magical piece of metal, his eyes never leaving her own. She placed the talisman in Spike’s hand, and offered the hand to her body, palm up, a slight smile gracing her face.
Tentatively, Spike reached forward with Buffy’s hand and clasped his own hand, the talisman trapped between the two.
The living room of 1630 Revello Drive was suddenly filled with a bight light and Buffy and Spike collapsed on the ground.
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Buffy didn’t know how she got back into her bed, but she was grateful that she was. She looked over the side of the bed, to find that who ever had put her to bed had provided her with a barf bucket too. ‘Cause she seriously felt the need to use it right about now.
She didn’t remember much about what happened after the bright light. It must have gone right though, cause this was the way she felt when they had first switched. There was no way feeling this horrible was the result of the spell not working.
Buffy rolled over in her bed, the covers rustling above her, and reached out on the other side, expecting to find her erstwhile bed companion. Her hand met with cold air.
Nausea was nothing compared to the sense of panic that radiated through her body at Spike’s unknown location. She sat up suddenly and pushed down the overwhelming urge to yak all over the bed sheets as she struggled to make her legs work. Using slayer resolve, not to yak on said sheets, Buffy threw open the door to her room and stumbled down stairs, looking for anyone who could tell her where Spike was.
“Buffy?” asked her mom peering around the doorway from the kitchen. “What are you doing up? I thought you’d be out for the rest of the day?”
“Spike?” Buffy asked, gulping, trying to make her too dry throat function and ignoring the queasy feeling in her tummy.
“He’s in the basement, dear, out of the sun.”
Buffy headed to the basement door and wretched it open, once again finding that stairs were not really working for her today. At the bottom of the stairs, Buffy paused. Her mom was telling the truth. Spike was asleep on the cot in the basement, barf bucket beside him.
Quietly, she crawled in beside him and fell back asleep.
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tbc...
One more chapter!
Author’s note: Did ya read the note from chapter 9 and 10? It gets worse....Thanks and hugs to BTL for the fab betating
Thanks to Tasha, Joyful Dayz, Marzbar, Comedy of Errors, CM, Chanel 5, Jane, BSB, idk, Bubble_blunder, Spet, and Wulfie for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 11: Wisdom Gained
They dressed in silence. Just like the day before, Buffy got out what she wanted Spike to wear on her body for the day, choosing a simple knit sweater and black pants, while Buffy dressed Spike’s body in his trademark black pants and t shirt.
I should have gone shopping yesterday! she thought remarking on the missed opportunity. She slipped on Spike’s T shirt and moved towards her body to help Spike brush her hair.
“I can bloody do it myself,” he snapped back at her.
“Fine!” she barked back, grabbing Spike’s boots and lacing them up. “I don’t know what your problem is all of a sudden. I was just trying to help you out.”
“And I don’t need your help,” he muttered, as he drew the brush through Buffy’s hair, wincing as the tangles pulled.
Buffy rolled Spike’s eyes. She pulled her body closer to her and grabbed the brush out of her hand. They both sat on the edge of the bed, Buffy’s body sitting on Spike’s lap. The brush made quite a few strokes down the length of her hair before he responded.
“They’re comin’ to switch us back, aren’t they luv?” he asked.
Behind her head, Buffy nodded. “I think so.”
There was a pause between them, and the only sound in the room was the quiet swish of the brush passing through Buffy’s hair.
“Would it be wrong to say that, well aside from Riley, and Angel and the no sunlight thing, and Harmony, I don’t mind being in your body?” she offered.
“What about the blood thing?” he asked, turning Buffy’s head to look into his own eyes.
“I’ve already gotten used to it. It’s not so bad, really.”
“And yet...” he started, as he rose from his place on his lap.
Buffy reached out with Spike's and hand and held her body back from its retreat. “No, ‘and yet’ Spike. I’ve gotten used to being in your body. I haven’t gotten used to being a guy yet, with the appendage that thinks for itself, or the chip. I haven’t gotten used to being chips ahoy. But I kinda maybe respect you for it a little. And...and I like what’s happened to us. It’s girly, but I like how we take care of each other.”
“Are you trying to butter me up for anther blow job?” asked Spike, suddenly straddling his body, legs planted on either side of his thighs.
“No,” Buffy answered, almost forcefully.
Spike’s body reacted though, to the thought or to the warm heat seeping through her heavily padded undies. Buffy bit Spike’s lip trying not to think about it. She tried to think of things to make Spike Jr go down: Purple Slime demons, Giles in drag (‘cause, oh yes, she’d seen that picture and repressed that memory for just such an occasion), Xander, The Master, Harmony. But it didn’t work.
It didn’t work because Spike was rubbing her crotch against his denim encased hard on.
It was Spike’s fault.
He guessed it was something to do with women’s physiology or something, cause now that he was over the cramping and the pain and bloating, he felt horny. Hornier than he expected to feel while blood was trickling out of this body.
Blood that his body would be more than willing to drink up. And she was being such a prude about it. He had been sitting there, on his own lap, getting her hair brushed, listening to her say all those, things, things he had never hoped for her to say, and yet...
It was easy enough to make her see just what he wanted, what he needed. However, he had a feeling that he was going to be left high and dry once again, because of her squeamishness.
She was the god damn slayer after all, saw blood on a daily basis. How could this possibly make her cringe?
“Spike...” she warned, his hands grasping at her arms, trying to still his motions.
She knew just how turned on he was in her body. Inside her head she was debating all the things she had been told and had come to know about having sex during her period. Riley wouldn’t do it, no ifs, ands or buts. It was unclean, just like if she got herself off without his help. It was wrong.
It all came to one very logical conclusion: Riley was a moron.
And she liked that conclusion a lot. Cause that conclusion was necessary for Spike kissage.
Spike’s body leaned forward, wrapping arms around Buffy’s body in a possessive embrace, his lips finding hers. Buffy rejoiced in her over use of lip balm, her lips were so soft and kissable.
She filed that thought back in the folder marked ‘Weird’.
Spike’s fingers found the clasp of her pants and slowly slid down the zipper, forcing Spike up off his body so that the garment could slide down Buffy’s legs. In one fluid motion, Buffy had Spike laying on the bed, her legs in the air and peeling off the white bikini briefs that covered her succulent folds.
One look into her green eyes and Buffy could tell that Spike was doing the happy dance in there.
Buffy looked curiously at the wonder that was her sex. She’d never seen it from this angle before. Before she could really contemplate its depth, its complexity, she felt Spike’s mouth begin to salivate at the scent.
“You know you want to try it, Buffy. I won’t tell,” her voice purred sweetly.
Buffy shook Spike’s head forcefully, his fingers nimbly working the button and zipper of Spike’s trousers. She wasn’t going to go there, but that didn’t stop her from going somewhere new.
Spike lifted Buffy’s head up off the comforter of her bed to see just what Buffy was doing down there, only to be surprised as his body crawled up the length of her body, positioning his hard cock at her red and wet entrance.
“Buffy...” he questioned, his voice close to a warning.
This was a big step. This wasn’t oral, this wasn’t heavy petting. This was sex. Sex was dangerously close to intimacy for him. If she did this, not that he was complaining, there was no going back for him, or for her.
Gradually his shaft plunged into her hot recesses, causing both of them to gasp at the unrivalled sensations that were flooding their senses.
“God!” she moaned, as Spike’s body forced the rhythm that the two beings were engaged in.
“Name’s Spike actually,” quipped the vampire, stuck in the Slayer’s body.
“Fuck! Spike! Quip later!” gasped Buffy.
With a nod of her head, Spike obliged, flipping them over, positioning Buffy’s body above his own, ready to ride his body to dust. Buffy was perfectly ok with that, given her inability to form coherent sentences. Spike’s hands were firmly attached to Buffy’s hips, holding her body as he grinded and bounced against his body.
Buffy sought out her lips once more, eager to kiss Spike, in any shape or form.
All thoughts of any possible reconciliation with Wonderbread had left her brain completely. Spike was it. If she could feel this way in his body while fucking her own body, imagine what it would feel like from the other side.
Buffy flipped them, Spike finding Buffy’s body pinned beneath his own, his cock relentlessly thrusting in and out of her core.
“Spike!” she growled, coming ever closer to release.
Spike reached out a petite hand and attempted to get to her clit, seeking further stimulation, but Buffy slapped it gently away, instead rubbing her clit with Spike’s fingers roughly, trying to get him off before herself for a change.
One little pinch and Spike started to shout out his completion, only to have Buffy muffle his howl, with his lips. She came only seconds later as her inner walls milked his cock.
“Buffy? Spike?” came her mother’s voice from down stairs. “Are you two up yet? The gang will be here in 20mins to switch you back!”
Buffy looked down at her body, Spike’s softening cock still nestled inside her body. “Shower, new clothes. Now,” she half ordered, half tried to convince herself.
Now was not the time for afterglow.
Grabbing two bathrobes from her closet, Buffy rushed her body and Spike’s into the bathroom for a very quick shower.
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Buffy in Spike’s body and Spike in Buffy’s body finally made their way down the stairs half an hour later, Buffy’s hair, just not doing what Spike wanted to do with it.
They were faced with what seemed like the Spanish inquisition, Scooby style. Around the dinning room table, sat Giles, Willow, Anya, Xander, Cordelia, Wesley, and Angel. Joyce was serving waffles and blood.
“Wow, everyone is in my dining room,” muttered Buffy, accepting the glass of blood her mother was passing to her.
Spike sat down at the only free chair at the table.
“How are you feeling Spike?” asked Joyce with concern.
“About ready to get back into my own body. How’s that comin’?” Spike asked, shovelling waffles into Buffy’s mouth.
“Hey! Take it easy! I don’t want an upset tummy when I go back into that body!” protested the slayer.
“Is anyone else freaked out by this?” asked Cordelia out of the blue.
“Used to it; it was freakier yesterday,” observed Xander through a mouthful of waffle.
“Your table manners are still horrible, Xander Harris. I can’t believe I dated you!”
This earned Cordelia a pointed glare from Anya.
“Back to the matter at hand,” interjected Giles, taking command of the conversation. “Wesley, here, has been able to discover why our spell failed.”
“It was quite simple really. A common error. The tenses of the verbs were mixed up, resulting in spell that switched not only the participants of the original spell but also the makers of the katra,” continued Wesley.
“Verb tenses?” asked Buffy, Spike's scarred eyebrow raised.
“Yes, well, no sense in dwelling on past mistakes,” Giles declared as he stood up from the table. “Shall we switch them back?”
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Joyce, Angel, Cordelia, and Xander found themselves sitting on the couch waiting for the unswitching to take place.
Apparently the verb tense mix up was not the only mistake Giles had made. Willow, Anya, Wesley, and Giles stood in a circle around Spike and Buffy this time, still passing around some metal talisman that had been cluttering up Giles’ stash of talismans.
Buffy tried to keep track of where the things was being passed, but it was making her dizzy. Spike grabbed his hand to steady her against the very clear wave of dizzy that she was experiencing.
Finally the chanting stopped, and Wesley handed Spike’s body the talisman, wrapped up in a handkerchief. Buffy pulled Spike’s hand away from hers and unwrapped the magical piece of metal, his eyes never leaving her own. She placed the talisman in Spike’s hand, and offered the hand to her body, palm up, a slight smile gracing her face.
Tentatively, Spike reached forward with Buffy’s hand and clasped his own hand, the talisman trapped between the two.
The living room of 1630 Revello Drive was suddenly filled with a bight light and Buffy and Spike collapsed on the ground.
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Buffy didn’t know how she got back into her bed, but she was grateful that she was. She looked over the side of the bed, to find that who ever had put her to bed had provided her with a barf bucket too. ‘Cause she seriously felt the need to use it right about now.
She didn’t remember much about what happened after the bright light. It must have gone right though, cause this was the way she felt when they had first switched. There was no way feeling this horrible was the result of the spell not working.
Buffy rolled over in her bed, the covers rustling above her, and reached out on the other side, expecting to find her erstwhile bed companion. Her hand met with cold air.
Nausea was nothing compared to the sense of panic that radiated through her body at Spike’s unknown location. She sat up suddenly and pushed down the overwhelming urge to yak all over the bed sheets as she struggled to make her legs work. Using slayer resolve, not to yak on said sheets, Buffy threw open the door to her room and stumbled down stairs, looking for anyone who could tell her where Spike was.
“Buffy?” asked her mom peering around the doorway from the kitchen. “What are you doing up? I thought you’d be out for the rest of the day?”
“Spike?” Buffy asked, gulping, trying to make her too dry throat function and ignoring the queasy feeling in her tummy.
“He’s in the basement, dear, out of the sun.”
Buffy headed to the basement door and wretched it open, once again finding that stairs were not really working for her today. At the bottom of the stairs, Buffy paused. Her mom was telling the truth. Spike was asleep on the cot in the basement, barf bucket beside him.
Quietly, she crawled in beside him and fell back asleep.
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tbc...
One more chapter!
Sleepy Time Buddy
Disclaimer: Joss is god. Not God god but a lesser benevolent god of the buffyverse.
Author’s note: Thanks to everyone who has been following this story! Special thanks to BTL for betaing this chapter, and *hugs* to both Aribelle and BTL who have beta’d this fic.
Thanks to Bubble_blunder, Tasha, JoyfulDayz, Copykween, Bloodshedbaby, Spike_spetslayer, idk, and Mary perk for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 12: Sleepy Time Buddy
His arms wrapped around warm flesh, Spike pulled the warmth closer to his cool body and drank in her scent, his enhanced senses returned to him. She smelled wonderful, like sunshine, vanilla, fabric softener and blood.
His tummy rumbled to life, as his eyes opened to see a mass of blond hair before his face. She was here with him in the basement, instead of in her bed. Tentatively, he brushed her hair away from her face and towards him, his fingers tenderly caressing her blond locks.
Today was going to change everything between them. They had been living in a sort of limbo during the spell, couldn’t go forward, and certainly they couldn’t go back to the way things had been. Two days that had turned their world upside down.
She turned in her sleep. Now, facing his T shirt clad chest, he couldn’t resist the urge to touch her soft skin, skin, that not too long ago he was wearing. With a moan, she started to snuggle into his chest.
“I can feel you staring at me,” she mumbled sleepily.
“Sorry, luv,” he apologized. “It’s just, you are here, in this bed, with me.”
Even through her sleep hazy, she could hear the awe in his voice and smiled against his chest. “I missed my sleepy time buddy.”
“Thought that was the Soldier Boy,” he said just a quietly
Buffy jolted away from him like she had been burnt and Spike instantly regretted bringing up Captain cardboard.
“No, never again, Spike,” she promised, snuggling closer. “It’s morning isn’t it?” she mumbled.
“Ya, it is.”
Buffy groaned. “I don’t want this day to start. Can I just stay here?” she asked burrowing closer to him.
Spike’s head perked up at the sound of the basement door creaking open.
“Spike? Buffy? Are you two awake?” came Joyce’s voice.
Buffy groaned again, moving even closer to Spike, hoping it was only her imagination.
“Breakfast is on the table, you have class to get to young lady!” continued Joyce.
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Fully clothed and each sipping from their respective glasses, orange/grapefruit juice in hers and blood in his, they stared at each other. Joyce had conveniently gone to work leaving the two of them alone.
Neither of them let their lips leave the rim of their glasses, afraid of what to say. Buffy knew what she had to do though. Officially and painfully break up with Riley today.
She was just glad that Angel and company had slinked off into the night without a word. Though, she did expect a phone call sooner or later.
“I never did get you that fridge,” Buffy mumbled finally breaking the silence between them.
“You probably can’t read my handwriting,” he mumbled back, looking up into her glistening green eyes trying to read her.
She laughed softly. “I’ll just have to get you to give it to me orally,” she offered, a coy smile gracing her lips.
“Be my pleasure, pet,” he purred.
“Mine too.” Buffy set down her glass of juice and walked closer to her blood guzzling vampire, his hair still sleep tousled. “I have to get to class, you’ll come and see me later though, right? At the dorm?”
Spike nodded as he put down his beverage.
“We have some things to talk about,” she continued.
Spike grabbed her hand and pressed it to his lips a moment, before letting go, a smile gracing his face. He didn’t want to let her go. Letting her go meant facing the fact that she was going to have one on one time with Soldier Boy and though she’d said a couple of times now that she’d be breaking the tin soldier's metal heart, it all seemed too good to be true.
She smiled back at him, his lips soft against her skin. He was a perfect gentleman, something that she had, until this way weird experience, never thought to dwell on for any length of time.
“I’ll see you later?” she said again hopefully, waiting for confirmation, as if she needed him to assure her of his presence.
“That you will, luv,” he confirmed.
She stared at him for a moment longer before finally forcing her legs to work and turned towards the door, her bag slung over her shoulder.
Buffy put on her sunglasses and opened the front door, forcing herself to keep her gaze forward, ‘cause she knew if she didn’t she wasn’t going to be leaving the house at all today.
Except there was a body in the way of her exit. Riley stood poised, on the doorstep as if he was about to knock. Buffy opened her mouth to say just how surprised she was that he was there, only to have him brush past her and head towards Spike.
A momentary panic over whelmed her as she reached out to stop him.
The sight of the soldier boy coming towards him sent Spike into fight or flight mode. He took a step back, distributing his weight for ease of fighting the wanker off, only to have the unexpected happen.
Riley kissed him.
Full on the mouth, the soldier boy’s tongue trying to poke through Spike’s tightly pressed lips.
With a shiver of disgust, Spike pushed him off, a slight twinge from the chip giving him a headache.
“Riley! What are you doing?” squeaked Buffy.
Riley looked between both Buffy’s body and Spike’s, a sudden realization came over him. “You’re switched back...aren’t you...”
Buffy tried to cover her laughter. “Yep, yesterday, spent most of the day sleeping it off.”
“I really just kissed Spike, didn’t I?”
“Ug!” protested Spike, wiping his mouth. “That was an experience I had hoped to avoid my whole unlife.”
“Oh you big baby,” Buffy mocked. “Go rinse with your favourite brand of whiskey and get over it,” she added with a smile. “This memory is going to be saved for posterity and possible black mail.”
“Buffy!” the two men protested, each with equal looks of disgust on their faces.
“Na uh, it’s my right as the girlfriend,” she laughed. She looked at Riley who was smiling at her girlfriend reference and let her smile drop. “I’m going to class, Riley, you wanna walk me?”
Riley’s smile grew bigger and he offered his arm to her. Buffy carefully pretended not to see it.
“Bye, Spike!” she said a little sadly, before walking out of the house, leaving Riley in her wake.
Seeing his girlfriend leave the house ahead of him, Riley turned to the vampire and glared. “Don’t be here when she gets back. I have a stake with your name on it.” Riley shut the door with a slam leaving Spike glaring in the house.
“Got me a date with the girl elsewhere you git.”
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“I’m so glad that you are back to being Buffy,” exclaimed Riley, trying to get her to hold his hand, each attempt being brushed off, eventually she crossed her arms across her chest.
“Ya, I’m back,” she said none too happily. “But things have changed, Riley. It’s like I finally saw what I’d been too stupid to see, you know. When you started beating me up...”
“I was hitting Spike, not you, Buffy...I told you...If I had known what was going on. You didn’t seem to feel I warranted a heads up.”
Buffy stopped in her tracks and glared at her boyfriend. “That is bullshit and you know it. I did tell you. While you were pounding the crap out of me. But that’s not what pisses me off the most. You barged into my house and started beating on Spike for no reason at all! Spike’s my friend. An annoying vampire friend, yes, but he’s my friend. Would you walk into my dorm room and start beating the crap out of Willow if you thought she’d done something bad? Or Xander? What if you thought he was all hyena boy again? Would you jump in without asking and start pounding the shit out of him?”
“Of course not, Buffy...When was Xander a hyena?” he asked with a confused face. Buffy just rolled her eyes, she didn’t need to have a Scooby history lesson mid break-up.
“That is not the point Riley. The truth is, you are too blinded by your demons equals evil mantra to be trusted anymore. Or maybe it’s ‘cause you are jealous that I didn't body switch with you? Whatever your issues are, Riley, you’ve hurt me and my trust for you.”
“Oh and you trust Spike? Good choice there, Buffy,” he mocked.
“Well, if I’m wrong, it’s my choice isn’t it? It’s my life. I’m all expiry date girl and my life is too short to get saddled with guys who can’t trust my choices. It’s over Riley.”
Buffy walked on, leaving Riley sputtering behind her. His protests and condemnations falling to the side unacknowledged, a tiny smile spreading over her face. She took two steps before coming to a halt and turning back. There was just one more thing she wanted to do.
Riley’s face looked hopeful as she stepped towards him, his arms outstretched.
Buffy punched him in the nose.
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Dinner with Willow and her new friend Tara in the cafeteria had been nice. Willow had taken the news of her break up with Riley rather well and even was accepting of possible romantic relationship with Spike. It probably helped that Willow herself was being all coy about Tara. Buffy had an inkling that it wasn’t just spells they were practicing in Tara’s dorm room that night. Buffy walked into her own dorm room to find her vampire lying on her bed, his hands behind his head, his boots considerately off and sitting by the door, while he lounged comfortably.
“Have a good dinner?” he asked, sitting up.
“It was not as good as mom’s ‘cow,’” she laughed, tossing her bag at her desk and shutting the door behind her. “I told Riley we were over on the way to class this morning. He was pretty shocked. He deserved it though. No one beats up my vampire, except me,” she continued, taking a step towards the bed.
“Placing ownership on me luv?” he asked, standing, his eyes catching hers in his gaze.
“I’d like to,” she murmured.
Their lips met in a soft and tender kiss. It was something she had been wanted to do since they woke up this morning. His hands swept up her arms and slowly peeled off her sweater, his tongue begging entrance to her lush pink mouth. His duster fell by the side, her nimble fingers finding their way up his shirt, tracing each and every muscle on his stomach.
His kisses trailed down from her lips down her neck and across her upper chest, exposed by the v neck shirt she was wearing. His fingers found the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing the red lace bra she was wearing underneath. The shirt was tossed to the side, as Spike found his lips inexplicably drawn to the hardening points of her nipples, poking out of the lace covering her breasts.
“Oh Spike, we have to stop!” she weakly protested.
Spike lifted his head from her chest curious as to her reason for this interruption.
“I’m still all period girl...” she mumbled, a flush lighting up her cheeks.
With a little laugh he smiled up at her. “Vampire pet, love the taste of your pretty blood.” His lips returned to her breasts, his hands lowering the straps that kept him from enjoying the succulent mounds of flesh without restriction.
The bra was dropped to the floor. His tongue made sweeping caresses of her darkened nipples, his hands travelling lower to unzip her pants as she toed off her shoes. Free from the confines of her jeans, Spike picked her up and placed her on her bed, his gaze pure lust. Slowly, he worked his hands up her legs, settling over her mound. Equally as slow, he pulled her matching red lace underwear from her body, tossing them aside as he had the bra and her shirt.
“Buffy, Slayer, you’re gorgeous,” he purred kneeling on the bed before her naked body, preparing to worship her like she deserved. The last two days had been extraordinary, he never thought he’d ever get to see that caring side of her before. He was lost to her, heart and whatever bit of soul he still had claim to.
This fingers tracing their way towards to her core once more, he grasped at the small white thread that was holding place just where he wanted to put his tongue. With a tug, the offending object was out. He leaned over her body and tossed it away in the bedside garbage can.
The scent of her called to him. The memory of it from this morning had been tempting him all day while he moved a fridge into his crypt, while he tossed Harmony out on her ass, threatening to stake her for good measure.
His tongue made lazy circles up her thigh, crawling higher and higher towards the sweetest smelling blood in the world. One long languorous lick to her slit and he was done for. This would be where they’d find him every month, drinking like a kitten at her pussy.
Her moans began to fill the room, his name punctuating the indistinguishable sounds from time to time. He drank, and drank, thrusting his tongue into her wet channel brushing his nose against her clit, trying to get at all the delightful ambrosia that was being expelled from her body.
Her body suddenly tensed and she screamed into the dark dorm room. Sliding off the bed a moment, Spike unzipped himself and threw away his shirt, trying to keep his absence from her body to a minimum.
Buffy whimpered at his loss, her insides still fluttering after his attentions to her pussy. She had never had oral like that before. It was as if what she had to offer was the most delicious drink he had ever tasted. Buffy thought back to yesterday when she had still been in his body. It had certainly smelt like it was.
Spike was on the bed, between her spread legs. Buffy could feel his cock brush against her slit eagerly. Sure, she now knew what it felt like to be with Spike, in Spike’s body, but she wanted to know what it felt like for him to fuck her own body while she was in it.
The way she wanted to get used to and enjoy for the rest of her short life, if she had a choice in the matter.
Gradually, enjoying every sensation, Spike slid in his hard shaft into her slick depths. She closed her eyes in delight, treasuring the moment. He filled her up completely, something she hadn’t realised from the other side of the equation. Their eyes locked, knowing that they were thinking the same thing.
The urge to move overtook them, so intimately connected. Their thrusts against each other grew in intensity, Spike covering his body with hers, their lips meeting in passionate union. Buffy wrapped her ankles around Spike’s back keeping him from pulling out too far. She wanted him in her always. Her fingers woven into the curls at the back of his head, the two bodies worked as one frantically pulsating against each other, striving to achieve completion.
Their lips broke away from each other, Buffy needing air. She panted against him before a thought suddenly crept into her head. Possibly a left over from the switch, but she couldn’t ignore it. With her tongue she found Drusilla’s marks on his neck, and bit down, hard, drawing blood.
He was hers now, not Dru’s, not Harmony’s. Hers to stake, hers to fuck, hers to love. She’d spent two days walking a mile in his beat up doc martins that had changed her world.
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fini
Challenge Requirements:
What if instead of Buffy and Faith switching bodies, Buffy and Spike got switched instead. Just imagine the possibilities!
Must haves:
1. Buffy threatening to do something to Spike's body if he does anything 'gross' to hers.
2. Buffy insisting Spike stay at the house so she can keep an eye on him.
3. Spike suffering through PMS, mood swings, and cramps while in Buffy's body.
4. Riley trying to coax "Buffy" to sleep with him, Harmony trying to get "Spike" to sleep with her.
5. Angel and the gang being the only ones able to put Buffy and Spike back where they belong.
6. And in the end, lots of hot Spuffy lovin!
Author’s note: Thanks to everyone who has been following this story! Special thanks to BTL for betaing this chapter, and *hugs* to both Aribelle and BTL who have beta’d this fic.
Thanks to Bubble_blunder, Tasha, JoyfulDayz, Copykween, Bloodshedbaby, Spike_spetslayer, idk, and Mary perk for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 12: Sleepy Time Buddy
His arms wrapped around warm flesh, Spike pulled the warmth closer to his cool body and drank in her scent, his enhanced senses returned to him. She smelled wonderful, like sunshine, vanilla, fabric softener and blood.
His tummy rumbled to life, as his eyes opened to see a mass of blond hair before his face. She was here with him in the basement, instead of in her bed. Tentatively, he brushed her hair away from her face and towards him, his fingers tenderly caressing her blond locks.
Today was going to change everything between them. They had been living in a sort of limbo during the spell, couldn’t go forward, and certainly they couldn’t go back to the way things had been. Two days that had turned their world upside down.
She turned in her sleep. Now, facing his T shirt clad chest, he couldn’t resist the urge to touch her soft skin, skin, that not too long ago he was wearing. With a moan, she started to snuggle into his chest.
“I can feel you staring at me,” she mumbled sleepily.
“Sorry, luv,” he apologized. “It’s just, you are here, in this bed, with me.”
Even through her sleep hazy, she could hear the awe in his voice and smiled against his chest. “I missed my sleepy time buddy.”
“Thought that was the Soldier Boy,” he said just a quietly
Buffy jolted away from him like she had been burnt and Spike instantly regretted bringing up Captain cardboard.
“No, never again, Spike,” she promised, snuggling closer. “It’s morning isn’t it?” she mumbled.
“Ya, it is.”
Buffy groaned. “I don’t want this day to start. Can I just stay here?” she asked burrowing closer to him.
Spike’s head perked up at the sound of the basement door creaking open.
“Spike? Buffy? Are you two awake?” came Joyce’s voice.
Buffy groaned again, moving even closer to Spike, hoping it was only her imagination.
“Breakfast is on the table, you have class to get to young lady!” continued Joyce.
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Fully clothed and each sipping from their respective glasses, orange/grapefruit juice in hers and blood in his, they stared at each other. Joyce had conveniently gone to work leaving the two of them alone.
Neither of them let their lips leave the rim of their glasses, afraid of what to say. Buffy knew what she had to do though. Officially and painfully break up with Riley today.
She was just glad that Angel and company had slinked off into the night without a word. Though, she did expect a phone call sooner or later.
“I never did get you that fridge,” Buffy mumbled finally breaking the silence between them.
“You probably can’t read my handwriting,” he mumbled back, looking up into her glistening green eyes trying to read her.
She laughed softly. “I’ll just have to get you to give it to me orally,” she offered, a coy smile gracing her lips.
“Be my pleasure, pet,” he purred.
“Mine too.” Buffy set down her glass of juice and walked closer to her blood guzzling vampire, his hair still sleep tousled. “I have to get to class, you’ll come and see me later though, right? At the dorm?”
Spike nodded as he put down his beverage.
“We have some things to talk about,” she continued.
Spike grabbed her hand and pressed it to his lips a moment, before letting go, a smile gracing his face. He didn’t want to let her go. Letting her go meant facing the fact that she was going to have one on one time with Soldier Boy and though she’d said a couple of times now that she’d be breaking the tin soldier's metal heart, it all seemed too good to be true.
She smiled back at him, his lips soft against her skin. He was a perfect gentleman, something that she had, until this way weird experience, never thought to dwell on for any length of time.
“I’ll see you later?” she said again hopefully, waiting for confirmation, as if she needed him to assure her of his presence.
“That you will, luv,” he confirmed.
She stared at him for a moment longer before finally forcing her legs to work and turned towards the door, her bag slung over her shoulder.
Buffy put on her sunglasses and opened the front door, forcing herself to keep her gaze forward, ‘cause she knew if she didn’t she wasn’t going to be leaving the house at all today.
Except there was a body in the way of her exit. Riley stood poised, on the doorstep as if he was about to knock. Buffy opened her mouth to say just how surprised she was that he was there, only to have him brush past her and head towards Spike.
A momentary panic over whelmed her as she reached out to stop him.
The sight of the soldier boy coming towards him sent Spike into fight or flight mode. He took a step back, distributing his weight for ease of fighting the wanker off, only to have the unexpected happen.
Riley kissed him.
Full on the mouth, the soldier boy’s tongue trying to poke through Spike’s tightly pressed lips.
With a shiver of disgust, Spike pushed him off, a slight twinge from the chip giving him a headache.
“Riley! What are you doing?” squeaked Buffy.
Riley looked between both Buffy’s body and Spike’s, a sudden realization came over him. “You’re switched back...aren’t you...”
Buffy tried to cover her laughter. “Yep, yesterday, spent most of the day sleeping it off.”
“I really just kissed Spike, didn’t I?”
“Ug!” protested Spike, wiping his mouth. “That was an experience I had hoped to avoid my whole unlife.”
“Oh you big baby,” Buffy mocked. “Go rinse with your favourite brand of whiskey and get over it,” she added with a smile. “This memory is going to be saved for posterity and possible black mail.”
“Buffy!” the two men protested, each with equal looks of disgust on their faces.
“Na uh, it’s my right as the girlfriend,” she laughed. She looked at Riley who was smiling at her girlfriend reference and let her smile drop. “I’m going to class, Riley, you wanna walk me?”
Riley’s smile grew bigger and he offered his arm to her. Buffy carefully pretended not to see it.
“Bye, Spike!” she said a little sadly, before walking out of the house, leaving Riley in her wake.
Seeing his girlfriend leave the house ahead of him, Riley turned to the vampire and glared. “Don’t be here when she gets back. I have a stake with your name on it.” Riley shut the door with a slam leaving Spike glaring in the house.
“Got me a date with the girl elsewhere you git.”
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“I’m so glad that you are back to being Buffy,” exclaimed Riley, trying to get her to hold his hand, each attempt being brushed off, eventually she crossed her arms across her chest.
“Ya, I’m back,” she said none too happily. “But things have changed, Riley. It’s like I finally saw what I’d been too stupid to see, you know. When you started beating me up...”
“I was hitting Spike, not you, Buffy...I told you...If I had known what was going on. You didn’t seem to feel I warranted a heads up.”
Buffy stopped in her tracks and glared at her boyfriend. “That is bullshit and you know it. I did tell you. While you were pounding the crap out of me. But that’s not what pisses me off the most. You barged into my house and started beating on Spike for no reason at all! Spike’s my friend. An annoying vampire friend, yes, but he’s my friend. Would you walk into my dorm room and start beating the crap out of Willow if you thought she’d done something bad? Or Xander? What if you thought he was all hyena boy again? Would you jump in without asking and start pounding the shit out of him?”
“Of course not, Buffy...When was Xander a hyena?” he asked with a confused face. Buffy just rolled her eyes, she didn’t need to have a Scooby history lesson mid break-up.
“That is not the point Riley. The truth is, you are too blinded by your demons equals evil mantra to be trusted anymore. Or maybe it’s ‘cause you are jealous that I didn't body switch with you? Whatever your issues are, Riley, you’ve hurt me and my trust for you.”
“Oh and you trust Spike? Good choice there, Buffy,” he mocked.
“Well, if I’m wrong, it’s my choice isn’t it? It’s my life. I’m all expiry date girl and my life is too short to get saddled with guys who can’t trust my choices. It’s over Riley.”
Buffy walked on, leaving Riley sputtering behind her. His protests and condemnations falling to the side unacknowledged, a tiny smile spreading over her face. She took two steps before coming to a halt and turning back. There was just one more thing she wanted to do.
Riley’s face looked hopeful as she stepped towards him, his arms outstretched.
Buffy punched him in the nose.
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Dinner with Willow and her new friend Tara in the cafeteria had been nice. Willow had taken the news of her break up with Riley rather well and even was accepting of possible romantic relationship with Spike. It probably helped that Willow herself was being all coy about Tara. Buffy had an inkling that it wasn’t just spells they were practicing in Tara’s dorm room that night. Buffy walked into her own dorm room to find her vampire lying on her bed, his hands behind his head, his boots considerately off and sitting by the door, while he lounged comfortably.
“Have a good dinner?” he asked, sitting up.
“It was not as good as mom’s ‘cow,’” she laughed, tossing her bag at her desk and shutting the door behind her. “I told Riley we were over on the way to class this morning. He was pretty shocked. He deserved it though. No one beats up my vampire, except me,” she continued, taking a step towards the bed.
“Placing ownership on me luv?” he asked, standing, his eyes catching hers in his gaze.
“I’d like to,” she murmured.
Their lips met in a soft and tender kiss. It was something she had been wanted to do since they woke up this morning. His hands swept up her arms and slowly peeled off her sweater, his tongue begging entrance to her lush pink mouth. His duster fell by the side, her nimble fingers finding their way up his shirt, tracing each and every muscle on his stomach.
His kisses trailed down from her lips down her neck and across her upper chest, exposed by the v neck shirt she was wearing. His fingers found the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing the red lace bra she was wearing underneath. The shirt was tossed to the side, as Spike found his lips inexplicably drawn to the hardening points of her nipples, poking out of the lace covering her breasts.
“Oh Spike, we have to stop!” she weakly protested.
Spike lifted his head from her chest curious as to her reason for this interruption.
“I’m still all period girl...” she mumbled, a flush lighting up her cheeks.
With a little laugh he smiled up at her. “Vampire pet, love the taste of your pretty blood.” His lips returned to her breasts, his hands lowering the straps that kept him from enjoying the succulent mounds of flesh without restriction.
The bra was dropped to the floor. His tongue made sweeping caresses of her darkened nipples, his hands travelling lower to unzip her pants as she toed off her shoes. Free from the confines of her jeans, Spike picked her up and placed her on her bed, his gaze pure lust. Slowly, he worked his hands up her legs, settling over her mound. Equally as slow, he pulled her matching red lace underwear from her body, tossing them aside as he had the bra and her shirt.
“Buffy, Slayer, you’re gorgeous,” he purred kneeling on the bed before her naked body, preparing to worship her like she deserved. The last two days had been extraordinary, he never thought he’d ever get to see that caring side of her before. He was lost to her, heart and whatever bit of soul he still had claim to.
This fingers tracing their way towards to her core once more, he grasped at the small white thread that was holding place just where he wanted to put his tongue. With a tug, the offending object was out. He leaned over her body and tossed it away in the bedside garbage can.
The scent of her called to him. The memory of it from this morning had been tempting him all day while he moved a fridge into his crypt, while he tossed Harmony out on her ass, threatening to stake her for good measure.
His tongue made lazy circles up her thigh, crawling higher and higher towards the sweetest smelling blood in the world. One long languorous lick to her slit and he was done for. This would be where they’d find him every month, drinking like a kitten at her pussy.
Her moans began to fill the room, his name punctuating the indistinguishable sounds from time to time. He drank, and drank, thrusting his tongue into her wet channel brushing his nose against her clit, trying to get at all the delightful ambrosia that was being expelled from her body.
Her body suddenly tensed and she screamed into the dark dorm room. Sliding off the bed a moment, Spike unzipped himself and threw away his shirt, trying to keep his absence from her body to a minimum.
Buffy whimpered at his loss, her insides still fluttering after his attentions to her pussy. She had never had oral like that before. It was as if what she had to offer was the most delicious drink he had ever tasted. Buffy thought back to yesterday when she had still been in his body. It had certainly smelt like it was.
Spike was on the bed, between her spread legs. Buffy could feel his cock brush against her slit eagerly. Sure, she now knew what it felt like to be with Spike, in Spike’s body, but she wanted to know what it felt like for him to fuck her own body while she was in it.
The way she wanted to get used to and enjoy for the rest of her short life, if she had a choice in the matter.
Gradually, enjoying every sensation, Spike slid in his hard shaft into her slick depths. She closed her eyes in delight, treasuring the moment. He filled her up completely, something she hadn’t realised from the other side of the equation. Their eyes locked, knowing that they were thinking the same thing.
The urge to move overtook them, so intimately connected. Their thrusts against each other grew in intensity, Spike covering his body with hers, their lips meeting in passionate union. Buffy wrapped her ankles around Spike’s back keeping him from pulling out too far. She wanted him in her always. Her fingers woven into the curls at the back of his head, the two bodies worked as one frantically pulsating against each other, striving to achieve completion.
Their lips broke away from each other, Buffy needing air. She panted against him before a thought suddenly crept into her head. Possibly a left over from the switch, but she couldn’t ignore it. With her tongue she found Drusilla’s marks on his neck, and bit down, hard, drawing blood.
He was hers now, not Dru’s, not Harmony’s. Hers to stake, hers to fuck, hers to love. She’d spent two days walking a mile in his beat up doc martins that had changed her world.
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fini
Challenge Requirements:
What if instead of Buffy and Faith switching bodies, Buffy and Spike got switched instead. Just imagine the possibilities!
Must haves:
1. Buffy threatening to do something to Spike's body if he does anything 'gross' to hers.
2. Buffy insisting Spike stay at the house so she can keep an eye on him.
3. Spike suffering through PMS, mood swings, and cramps while in Buffy's body.
4. Riley trying to coax "Buffy" to sleep with him, Harmony trying to get "Spike" to sleep with her.
5. Angel and the gang being the only ones able to put Buffy and Spike back where they belong.
6. And in the end, lots of hot Spuffy lovin!
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