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.
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Chapter 8: Fun with Ghosts

The brilliant light filled the lab, causing the occupants all to cover their eyes. When the light faded and everyone was able to use their eyes again. Buffy looked expectantly between the two vampires. Had they returned to their own bodies? Was Spike still ghosty?

It was a curious sensation really. Kinda stung. Spike blinked a few times and looked about the room, expecting to see himself brooding somewhere in a corner.

“Remind me to bring my sunglasses next time, K?” said Fred. “I have spots in front of my eyes.”

“Remind me to be more careful with the mail next time,” muttered Angel.

The whole room looked up to where the voice was coming from. Standing in the doorway, Angel was still holding the envelope and amulet, still clad in Teletubby pj’s and still sporting pink hair that was teased into dread locks.

“Please tell me you heard me...” Angel begged.

Fred smiled. “We heard you Angel.”

“Oh thank god!” Angel lifted his eyes to the ceiling for a moment before starting to pat himself down. “And I’m me again?”

Across the room Spike groaned. “You are back in your broody ass body again Peaches,” said the bleached vampire.

“Spike?” whispered Buffy, walking closer his form. Buffy tuned out the other voices in the room as she walked closer, it was just Angel telling the others about being trapped in Spike‘s body, without being able to talk anyway. That much she knew.

She’d gotten used to associating pink hair and outrageous outfits and Angel’s voice with Spike. And now here he was back in his own body.

His really sexy body.

Buffy was about to reach out but found herself brushed aside by a livid Angel.

“You are going to pay for this Spike!”

Angel rushed at the bleached vampire with his arms outstretched. Just at the last second though Angel slipped on the floor with his footie pj’s and fell towards Spike.

Well actually through Spike.

Spike was still a ghost.

Buffy stared disbelievingly at the impossible scene before her. Spike looked solid, and yet, Angel was sprawled on the ground half sticking out of Spike’s legs.

Spike looked down to see Angel’s pj clad legs protruding from his personal space. “Bloody Hell.”

“Oh god,” muttered Buffy. “This is not of the good.”

“At least they are in their own bodies though, I think that’s progress,” said Fred.

“You knew?” asked Buffy. “You knew they were switched?”

“I knew he was possessed. Kinda suspected it might be Mr William the Bloody, from all the stories I‘ve heard, I mean even I know Angel would never wear a cape.”

“You knew! And you let him keep doing...with the hair and the outfits! Fred!” shouted Angel, hoisting himself up off the ground.

“I didn’t know it was him, it could have been some really nasty witch that had done it to you...”

“I think we can all breathe a sigh of relief now that Angel is no longer possessed by William the Bloody,” spoke Wesley.

“But now we have to get him all hard...er...solid again,” said Buffy a little sheepishly once she realised what she said.

Spike smirked and leaned over to whisper something in Buffy’s ear causing the slayer to turn red.

Angel growled and shot a look of death at Spike. He had heard Spike’s whispered promise that he was already hard.

“Lunch!” exclaimed Fred, breaking the tension the two vampires were creating.

“Yes!” agreed Buffy, rousing herself out of thoughts of naughty things she wanted Spike to do to her. “Lunch! Lunch is very much of the good.”

“Tacos?” asked Fred.

“Tacos,” agreed Buffy with a nod of her head. Buffy grabbed her purse and the amulet from Angel and followed the scientist out the door. “Come on Spike, let’s see if ghost you freckles.”
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After procuring take out from Taco Bell, Buffy, Fred and ghost Spike found a little park to have a psudo picnic in the sunshine.

“I think that’s why the blood thing didn’t work? You know? It was cause they weren’t in their own bodies,” explained Fred.

“What do you supposed the poofter is doing right now? Burning the tights or removing the nipple ring?” asked Spike, who was lying on the grass, his hands above his head.

“Actually he’s probably gone to get his hair fixed, Spike. What ever made you pick that shade of pink?” asked Buffy.

Spike shrugged. “It came to me like a vision.”

“Sure it did.”

“I liked the cape,” offered Fred.

“Thanks pet,” said Spike with a smile.

“Where did you get the teletubby?” asked Buffy.

“I’ve got to have some secrets goldilocks,” he said with a smirk.

“Uh huh,” voiced the disbelieving slayer.

“So you think if she’s bleeds on the Liz Taylor collection now that I’m in my own good looking and athletic body, I’ll get all hard...I mean solid?” asked the vampire.

“You are never going to let me live that down are you?” asked Buffy.

“Not plannin’ on it pet.”

“I think so, I mean I thought it was going to work before... I’m real sorry it didn’t,” Fred looked down into her now empty hands.

“No!” Buffy gave the brunette a friendly smile. “You did good, I’ll try again. Tomorrow, feeling slightly drained.”

“Ya we should probably get back,” sighed Fred.

“Xander should be getting out of surgery soon, we should be there when he wakes up,” agreed Buffy.
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Wolfram and Hart’s medical bay was a sterile and hard environment, not someplace that she EVER wanted to visit again.

Looking down at Xander’s sleeping body, his head wrapped in layers of gauze, he looked kinda like mummy Xander, from the nose up anyway.

“Wrap the rest of him up pet, let’s have some fun,” suggested Spike.

Throwing a glare at the vampire Buffy tightened her grip on Xander’s hand.

“Spike, I’m not going to mummify Xander!”

“Just a bit of fun, goldilocks.”

“Can I just say a big no to the mummifying?” came a weak Xander voice.

Buffy’s face lit up in a smile. Course Xander couldn’t see it. She squeezed his hand.

“I’m glad you are awake, Xan. How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve had an eye ball shoved in my head. And the curious need to sleep.”

“Well, you should probably sleep then, and get with the better.”

“Ok, g’night,” mumbled Xander, trying to get comfy on his hospital bed.

“Good night Xander,” murmured Buffy.

The room filled with silence that was only punctuated by the intermittent beeping of the monitors. Buffy looked across the room to Spike who was standing, his arms crossed, looking directly at her, a look of delight, lust and love covering his face.

The look he was giving her, it did things to her. This whole thing, with the Angel switching and the ghosty business, it sucked, cause right now, god how she just wanted to take him back to her hotel room and do naughty things to his resurrected body.

She loved him, she missed him. And they had a few things to talk about until they made with the smoochies.

“You wanna go somewhere and talk?” she asked.

“You’re the one with the gawdy bauble pet,” he observed.

She smiled. “Guess I own your ass then don’t I?”

“You do at that,” he agreed.
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They really didn’t end up going anywhere in particular, just walking until they found a bench to sit on out in the sun. Well Buffy sat, Spike kinda squatted beside her, ghosty and all he couldn’t sit on the bench.

“How’s the bit?” he asked, beginning classic avoidance.

“Oh, fine, got the whole Watcher’s council at her beck and call. She’s convinced both herself and all the surviving watchers that she’s Giles’ protegé, she’s already decided what her thesis is going to be about, you. ’William the Bloody, the man behind the legend,’ or something less biography channel. She’s gonna be so happy when I tell her you’re back. She missed you, and she’s really sorry about last year. We’ve had quite a few uncontrollable sobbing sessions together since you were gone. But I tried you know, to live. And I do, what I said in the ELF building, I do love you Spike.”

Spike smiled. “I know pet.”

“But in the cave, you were all ‘No you don’t but thanks for sayin’ it’” said Buffy mimicking his accent.

“Wasn’t the right time for a touchy feely moment, love, you were about to get your head bashed in by the ceiling falling down.”

“It hurt, thinking that you didn’t believe me.”

“I did. I’ve known you too bloody long to not know that you don’t say something like that to just anyone.”

“That much is true. I‘m glad you are back,” she said shyly. “I missed you. Every time I looked around a corner and saw a coat like yours or some guy with bleached hair, I’d think it was you. And now here you are, ghosty and I can’t even give you a hug.”

“Buffy, love....”

“You wanna hug me too...but you can’t .”

Buffy looked down at her hands and sighed. “So what am I going to do with my vampire, now that I own his ass?”

Spike looked up and smirked. “I have some ideas pet.”
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And oh the ideas he had. Those ideas brought them back to Buffy’s hotel room.

Buffy had deposited her bag by the head of the bed on the floor before turning back to Spike who was standing before the closed door.

“Close your eyes pet,” he ordered.

She complied. As her eyes fluttered shut, Spike began his circular voyage around the room.

“We are going to pretend, goldilocks, that your hands are my hands.”

“Ok,” she breathed.

“You can start by unbuttoning your blouse,” he purred.

Her eyes closed, Buffy slowly did as he bid, letting the garment slide to the floor naturally and revealing a ivory lace bra.

Spike licked his lips and walked up next to his slayer

“Pull your hair back from your neck,” he whispered into her ear. “God you are beautiful Buffy.”

A small smile graced her lips as she ran her hands down her chest and across her lace covered breasts.

“You know what I’d like to see pet? Suck on one of your dainty fingers for me pet.”

Without hesitation Buffy slid one of her hands back up her torso and her index finger into her mouth, sucking for moment.

It wasn’t hard for her to imagine it was Spike’s finger she was sucking on. Following his commands, her wet finger trailed a path down her throat and between her breasts, sliding under the lace and began to play with a nipple, until Spike got frustrated that he couldn’t see.

Buffy stopped for a moment to remove her bra before sliding her hands back towards the nipple that previously had had so much attention.

Spike’s commands resumed, and Buffy followed, allowing her hands to caress her skin and work her nipples to hard points.

Buffy slid her hands into the waist band of her jeans for a moment, before heeding Spike’s wishes and popping the button and sliding the zipper down, revealing her matching lace panties.

She opened her eyes when he groaned. Giving him that half smile thing she knew guys liked, Buffy shimmied her jeans down with a wiggle.

Buffy let her eyes flutter shut once more and listened as Spike’s sexy voice persuaded her lie back on the bed.

Crawling up on the giant king size bed of the hotel room she gave one last wiggle of her ass in Spike’s direction before she lay back against the pillows pulling her knees up coyly.

“You aren’t shy now?” he asked.

“No, you are just gonna have to ask nicely to see any more,” she purred.

“Oh, love, god you are gorgeous, you really have no idea.”

“I do have some idea,” she said smiling. “It’s how I really knew it was you.”

Spike reached towards her face, hoping to caress her soft features, only to have his hand slide through her.

“God, I wish I could touch you,” he moaned, frustrated.

“I know, Spike, I want to touch you too.” Buffy’ face pouted, until her eyes lit up like she had just had the most brilliant idea.

Buffy rolled over on the bed, her head over the side, and started digging around in her bag. After a moment, Buffy sat up on the bed, still topless and in lacy knickers, but now she was holding Spike’s amulet.

“Just what are you going to do with that pet?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
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tbc...