Magical Mishaps

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“I want you,” she gasped, sighing as his lips grazed her neck.

“I know,” he laughed, his hand sliding down her back and moulding her close to him.

“Please, Spike.”

She held him tightly, afraid that he would leave.

“All in good time, love,” he whispered, his breath brushing over her skin. His mouth then caught hers and she moaned, clinging onto him as his mouth moved against hers.



Her eyes flew open and she moaned, burying her head in the pillow.

“Stupid dream,” she mumbled, thumping the pillow in frustration. It must be Spike, finding some way to mess with her through her dreams. Why couldn’t he just stay out of her life? That’s never going to happen now. You belong to each other. She sighed and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, movement caught her eye just outside her window and she turned towards it, frowning at the waving branch of the tree.

“Bloody hell.”

She only just heard the whispered curse but bolted up straight away and raced to the window, catching sight of a familiar blonde head of hair as Spike dropped to the ground beside the tree. Anger and disgust rushed through her and she rushed out of her room and down the stairs before she could even stop to think. She threw open the door and the vampire turned to her in surprise, frozen in place as she strode over to him, the grass cool under her bare feet.



She stopped just a few paces from the vampire and crossed her arms.

“What the hell is going on?” she bit out.

The vampire smiled somewhat hesitantly,
running a hand through his hair.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, love. Was just passing by.”

“And decided to climb the tree outside my window?” she got out angrily, fixing him with a look of disbelief.

He sighed, softening- or giving in- and stepped forward ever so slightly, his bright eyes fixed on hers.

“You’re not sleeping well, Slayer. Something’s bothering you,” he murmured, his hand just brushing against her arm.

“Like I told you before, I’m fine,” she stated, shaking his hand off.

“Don’t seem fine to me.”

“You don’t-“

“Know you? Maybe I don’t. But I know you’re not happy. And you not being happy makes me not happy.”

She sighed, tightening her arms around herself, a chill coming over her.

“Buffy,” he coaxed softly, “Talk to me.”



She looked at him for a long time and then she succumbed.

“Fine. Come in. It’s cold out here.”

He followed her silently into the house and she sank onto the sofa, her arms still wrapped around her as he sat down beside her, watching her steadily. She was silent for a long time, trying to order her thoughts, and finally she took a deep breath and spoke up.

“I don’t really know what’s going on anymore. Nothing makes any sense, you know?”

She glanced at him, meeting and holding his bright gaze for a second, and then looked at her bare knees.

“All that stuff with Riley...and, and this...”

She gestured between the two of them with a wry smile.

“You’re not supposed to be the only person I can talk to, you know. I don’t even like you.”

He smiled, his eyes sparkling in amusement.

“Not even a little bit, Slayer?”

She turned to him, unable to suppress her smile.

“Not at all.”

He laughed, leaning back on the sofa and stretching out his legs.



They were silent for a pause and she drew her legs up onto the sofa, tucking them under her.

“Cold?” he asked softly, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder.

“Kinda dashed out of bed without much thought for practicality,” she answered wryly, looking down at her pyjamas, “Which reminds me, you still haven’t properly explained why you were spying on me.”

“Was worried about you, Slayer.”

“See what I mean? This just isn’t normal!” she exclaimed with a smile.

“Normal’s boring,” he answered lazily and it was only then she noticed the soft, lazy caress of his fingers over her shoulder. Her eyes rose to his, wide and unsure, and he smiled softly, just catching her hair between his fingers.

“Spike.”

Something suddenly went through her and her eyes fluttered shut. She felt the softest touch of cool lips against hers and she sighed, leaning into the caress. A thumb brushed against her cheek and she leaned closer, reaching out and resting her hand on the chest just inches from her. The kiss became more insistent and she sighed again, losing herself in the magic of this moment. Her eyes fluttered open- and she bolted upright at the same time as Spike, quickly putting distance between them.

“What the hell?!”

“It wasn’t me!” he protested, his fingers just pressed to his lips.

“Get out of my house!”

“Buffy-“

“No.”

She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the door, forcing him outside and shutting the door behind him, slumping against it.

Slayer, please.

Go away!

After a long moment, she finally felt him leave and she sank to the ground, her fingers touched to her lips, her eyes wide. What the hell? Although she wanted to blame Spike, she could feel the confusion coming from him and she frowned. She pushed herself to her feet slowly and climbed the stairs to her bedroom, collapsing on her bed.


“Oh Spike! I don’t know what to say!”

“Make me the happiest man on earth and say yes.”

“Yes! Yes of course!”

She drew him to her, wrapping her arms around him tightly as their mouths met in a hungry kiss.

“I love you.”

“I love you, Buffy. God, so much.”

His mouth was cool against hers, his arms tight around her. And now, suddenly, they were on her sofa again, his hand at her face, his mouth moving against hers tenderly.


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She had her suspicions as to the strange episode with Spike but they were not confirmed until she was talking to Willow over coffee one day.

“So, Buff, have you met any nice guys lately?”

“Not really. I haven’t really had muchos time for that, what with the joy that is slaying.”

“But it’s been quiet.”

“Guess it’s just a habit,” she answered with a shrug, taking a sip of her coffee, “Don’t worry about me."

“I guess so. I just wish you’d find someone. I want you to be happy.”

She froze, watching her friend carefully.

“What?” Willow asked nervously.

“Have you talked about this before? With someone else?”

“Well, me and Xander were talking about the whole Riley-thing the other day.”

“What did you say?” she asked quickly, “Did you actually say those words? That you wished I would find someone?”

“I...I might’ve,” Willow admitted hesitantly.

“Oh God,” Buffy sighed, resting her head on her hand. Magic, again. Messing with her life.

“Buffy?”

“Haven’t you learnt anything from the last time you did a spell?” Buffy hissed, unable to prevent her outburst.

“Buffy!” Willow protested, her eyes wide and hurt.

Shaking her head, Buffy stood and quickly left the café, her mind reeling.