“So you see, it’s not possible because—and not that I have anything against b-being that way, you know, it’s just that I’m not, so it’s cool if you are, but you’re wrong. You don’t even know me! I like Xander. I mean, I don’t like Xander…well, I do, I just like-like him, like love-like him, not just like him because he’s my best friend, and we’ve been together forever, and it’s totally natural that I like him like that—“

“You know he’s currently boinking Anya, right?” Dawn grumbled. OK, she knew she was being mean, but Willow had been nattering on about her non-lesbionic status for ten minutes now, and it was grating on Dawn’s nerves. Actually, now that she thought about it, everyone was boinking. Any and Xander, Buffy and Spike had disappeared upstairs too, which could only mean one thing…and *shudder* Mom and Giles. That couldn’t be coincidental. OK, she could so see Xander having sex at the first opportunity, but the others? Spike had told her a couple of stories about his living past, and in none of them had he been other than a ‘poncy Victorian prat.’ Something was up. She just didn’t know what, or how to get everyone back to their correct ages. The whole saving the world gig sucked hardcore.

“So, are you crushing on any boys?” Willow asked Tara with a huge, desperate grin. Dawn rolled her eyes and ate some more pop-corn. Tara shook her head, her eyes silently laughing. Dawn watched with mute fascination as they both got closer to each other, until they were practically kissing. Willow seemed blithely unaware until Tara’s lips gently brushed hers. Dawn got to four before the red-head jumped back in shock.

“No! No, I like XANDER. He’s a he!” With a huge sigh and an eye roll, Dawn went to go lie on the couch and do some serious thinking. With Willow so firmly in denial, she should not be anywhere near Tara…but she seemed unable to actually leave. And Tara was giving her huge come-hither eyes that were decidedly un-Tara like. Which just made her more certain that there was something more to this spell than just reverting everyone to their teenage years. Dawn sank on the couch, her legs sprawling out as she slouched down. She accidentally kicked something, and looked down.

There, lying forgotten, was their substitute for the bottle part of spin-the-bottle. With a flash of intuition, Dawn picked up the bottle and looked at it. It was old and decorated with random magick-looking markings. Well, at least one mystery was solved…she hoped.

***

“So that was…I mean, you were…wow.” Xander now understood what ‘mind-blowing sex’ meant. Ok, so while he’d had sex officially once now, he was pretty sure it had been of the mind-blowing type. At least, that’s what he assumed it meant as his entire body was doing the happy dance.

“De mangler teknikk, men Deres eagnerss lager opp for det. Vil De liker prøve igjen ? Jeg lærer De.”

Xander had no idea what the woman was asking him, but he really hoped it was for more sex. Sex good. But…what if she was complaining? What if she’d found him totally inaccurate, and he was going to go to school on Monday and be the laughing stock—alright, MORE the laughing stock—of the entire school?

“I don’t know what you want,” he said a bit helplessly. Was he doing something wrong? Was there some specific moment-after thing that he wasn’t doing? He started panicking, wondering if she was going to leave off because he wasn’t any good. That would mean no more sex.

Anya saw the man start panicking and rolled her eyes. Men were so fragile; they need constant ego stroking, to be told they had done well, that their penisi were sufficient for pleasing a woman. Really, it was quite silly; if they’d just learn to tell when a woman came, they’d have fewer problems. And less woman would be so extremely frustrated.

“De bøtela. Litt ilt og å fomling, men vakker god.” He looked blankly at her. Right. Language. Well, there was one language all humans understood. Anya took his hand and put it over her mound. He gawped at her, which made his attractiveness take a nosedive. He looked decidedly stupid like that. With fraying patience, she covered Xander’s hand in hers and guided his fingers until they were gently rubbing her.

It was like a light clicked on upstairs. With an exuberant smile, Xander began following Anyanka’s lead. There was so going to be more sex for him tonight!

***

They lay next to each other, staring at the ceiling. Neither knew exactly what to say.

“I…I don’t—“

“It’s OK,” Buffy said quickly.

“But—“

“No, really. It’s OK. It’s like…supposed to be that way or something. I mean, I should be totally flattered that I got you that turned on, and—“ She suddenly found herself pinned beneath a rock hard body, stormy blue eyes pinning her to the bed. She watched with fascination as gold seemed to flow fluidly through them.

“It’s not alright. I may be new to this act of love, but I do know it was quite uncouth of me to neglect your needs. So I propose that we rectify that situation immediately and without further ado!”

“Yeah?” Buffy breathed, her heart rate increasing, and her eyes focused on William’s full red lips.

“Yeah,” he said confidently, before capturing her lips in a heated kiss.

Buffy felt the fire that had been kindling in her stomach return with full force. She was amazed to feel William’s erection pressed against her stomach; she’d known about the whole lack of control one minute thing from her friends who’d done it before, but she had never heard about a turn around time like this. Maybe it had something to do with the kind of hot vampire-ness? All thought was wiped from Buffy’s mind when William’s lips left hers to tease the skin against her throat. She shivered, a wave of moisture flooding her when he growled softly against her throat. She looked down to see William in full vampire face, growling at the side of her neck.

“Wh-what?” she managed to force out. It was really hard to think when he was so close, and she could feel his hard cock pressed against her. His tongue licked the side of her throat, and he growled again.

“They’re wrong,” he growled around his fangs. “These scars. They smell wrong. Buffy didn’t even bother to ask what scars he was talking about; all she knew was that she wanted him. Badly. And he had stopped all the delicious sex-vibes. She pulled him up to her, looking at him dead in the eye.

“Then make it right.” She saw the instant William the man retreated and the vampire-thing came forward; but she didn’t feel scared. The look in his eye was one of lust and need, and she felt quite proud of herself for evoking such a response in him. She gasped when he thrust into her, fully seated. There was no pain, just the delicious sensation of being amazingly filled.

The Demon growled his pleasure as her heat seared him, his gold eyes soaking in her expression of intense pleasure. This woman—mate, his demon screamed—was his. She was special, so very special. He needed to take care of her, to protect her, to love her, and to claim her. The last vestiges of William faded into the background as the demon took full control.

He started thrusting into her, careful not to hurt the girl; that wouldn’t do at all. He felt her responding, smelled her increased arousal, her heart rate increasing, and her heat…God, her heat! She was getting harder, and it seared him. He knew that there was nothing else in this world that could come close to the feeling of being inside her, and he didn’t want to find anything else. This was it for him. This…this was home.

Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning when his cock stroked some secret place inside of her. He was building a delicious rhythm in her, one her body responded to with scary abandon. She felt herself spiraling out of control, and started panicking. This was new, something she’d never felt before, and she didn’t know what to make of it. Buffy bit back a scream when William flicked her clit, her hips bucking. God, what was he doing to her?

“Let go, luv,” a hoarse voice encouraged her. The demon sat back to let this part of him take over; it seemed to know how to handle the situation. Buffy opened lust-glazed eyes to look at the intensely blue eyes that she knew would haunt her for the rest of her life. The intense emotion she saw emblazoned there made her shudder. William smiled, reading the emotions flowing through her eyes and knowing his showed the same. “Trust me…let go.”

With a nod, Buffy closed her eyes did just that, giving into the wave of sensation that surrounded her, allowing herself to be washed away. Buffy spiraled violently into her first orgasm. As soon as he felt her walls begin to flutter around his cock, the demon struck. With one bite, he obliterated the marks of those who had been before, placing his own on Buffy’s throat. His eyes rolled back into his head when her blood hit his tongue. It was ambrosia, the nectar of the gods, all the best parts of life in one liquid bundle. That intense feeling of home echoed in him again, and he heard himself mumbling words incoherently around the bite. His orgasm took him unawares, and he shuddered from its impact. It went on and on, wracking his body with mind-numbing pleasure. When he was spent, he collapsed over the panting girl, trying to catch his breath.

“Wow,” Buffy murmured in awe, her arms and legs tingling pleasantly.

“Ugh,” was all William managed.

***

Dawn stared at the bottle. To break, or not to break, that was the question. She sighed, and put on her thinking cap. What did her teachers call it? Deductive reasoning? Or what it inductive? Whatever, that was so beside the point, and her mom owed her a couple of bad math grades for what she’d seen. So, getting down to business…

Based on past experiences, breaking the bottle would do one of two things: either it would release the spell and everything would go back to normal, or it would NOT release the spell and everyone would stay teenagers. Normally, Giles would be the person to call about such matters, but he was currently…busy. With her mom. A thought Dawn never wanted to have again.

Option two, Buffy and Spike, were busy being…well, a nicer, more orgasmic version of Buffy and Spike. Xander was never any help, Willow and Tara were standing at opposite sides of the room unable to stop giving each other moon-eyes, and Anya…well, Anya didn’t speak any coherent, understandable language at the moment. And she was busy with Xander. With a sigh, Dawn realized that her only option was to break the bottle, and hope the Powers *really* liked her sister.

***

She’d just had sex. Her! Buffy Summers, had just had sex with someone she’d known for a couple of hours…and she was doing it again.

“Don’t stop touching me. Never stop touching me,” she begged him. Buffy moaned and arched off the bed when William flicked her clit and bit sharply on her nipple. Her body was on fire, burning from his touch—and fire she somehow knew would only be quenched by one person. Everything flew out of her head, the confusion of the night, her instant attraction to this man who was, apparently, a vampire, when he once again slid into her. She wasn’t wigged about any of it, which wigged her out for a moment…until William kissed her again. Her body clenched in reaction.

“Buffy!” William’s eyes rolled back into his head. Her muscles were squeezing him, and he felt all sense of his surroundings, of his very ability to think being squeezed from him at the same time. She giggled at the look on his face, and concentrated on manipulating the muscles inside of her.

“GAH!”

“How does that feel?” she asked curiously, repeating her action as William’s face once again scrunched up.

William shook his head. There was no way she expected him to be able to TALK right now! She was…every where. Surrounding him, bathing him in her light, drowning him.

“How does it feel?” she asked again, more insistently, stopping her movements to make a point. William just shook his head and whimpered, trying to bring the friction back. But his Buffy was a demanding woman, he was finding, and she wanted an answer. She locked her ankles around his back, stopping him from any other movement.

“Like…like heaven, but better. Like the most perfect moment in time, frozen and concentrated in a single space. Like the best parts of the world rolled into one and packaged in the most beautiful body God has ever seen fit to create. Like an immortal goddess, filled with light and laughter and love, come to grace one unworthy mortal’s worthless life with something more amazing and perfect than he could ever have dreamed of,” William gasped, the words bubbling from his lips like a stream.

“Love me,” Buffy whispered, her eyes filled with wonder and awe.

***

Ripper lay on his back, hair mussed sexily, dead starkers on the bed he and Joyce had haphazardly tumbled into…after christening the floor. A laugh rumbled through him as a slender foot snuck it way up his chest. He cracked one eye open to eye the beautiful woman propped at the foot of the bed. How had she gotten down there again? Oh. OH. Memories came rushing back, and he smiled wickedly at Joyce. They were so going to have to do that again! Joyce arched one trimmed eye brow at him.

“I’m beginning to think you’re a machine with all the…recovering you’re doing,” she said. Ripper grabbed her foot and started massaging it, placing a small kiss against her arch.

“I’m far more fun than any machine,” he blithely told her, not bothering to hold back his wide grin.

“I dunno,” Joyce said airily, “I’ve had some *FUN* with a few machines in my day.” The wicked glint in her eyes had the blood rushing away from his brain and down to his cock in seconds. He felt himself starting to swell, and wondered at this minx before him. While he wasn’t exactly lacking in the stamina department, he’d never felt like this. The things this woman did to him.

“I’ll show you fun!” he snarled, reaching to drag her to him. With a grace that Ripper had appreciated close up, Joyce flipped out of the bed and out of his reach. She walked away from him, bare ass shaking enticingly.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice cool with an undercurrent of darkness. Joyce just tossed him a sexy, rebellious smirk.

“The shower. To have some fun.”

Ripper beat her to the door.

***

“Well, here goes nothing,” Dawn said with a sigh. She gripped the bottle in her hands and drew it over her head, eyes squeezed shut. “Sorry mom.” Dawn brought the bottle down on the coffee table and heard it smash into a thousand little pieces and…

…nothing happened. Dawn cracked one eyes open. Tara and Willow were still making moon eyes at each other, but they’d covered about half of the ground that had once been separating them. Shit. It hadn’t worked, and she was out of options. Dawn glared balefully at the shards of the bottle. Stupid bottle that…was..glowing. Uh oh.

Dawn was thrown against the couch as a blast of pure white light ripped through the house.