“Let the healing power begin. Let my will be safe again. As these words of peace are spoken, let this harmful spell be broken.”

Buffy’s head felt a little fuzzy, and her eyes were closed, but she didn’t need eyes or superior brain power to discern one important fact: she was laying on top of – and kissing – a very built guy, whose lips were…

They were amazing. Buffy mentally dubbed them the Lips of Good, and made no move to remove herself from them. Sure, for all she knew she was about to be stabbed in the back or something (Hellmouth here! Waking up without knowing where you are was generally bad), but… Lips of Good! Amazing, heavenly Lips of Good!

Buffy stopped thinking altogether when the Lips of Good became more forceful at the same time as The Hands entered the equation, finding her breasts, her own hands – already under the guy’s shirt and feeling his rock-hard abs – faltering in their tracing of The Body as her entire body melted into Slayer-goo.

Buffy was dimly aware of other noises, people yelling her name, but at the moment she didn’t care. How often would Lips of Good come around for just any girl, let alone the Slayer? She would be enjoying them as long as possible.

Buffy suddenly became aware of It between her legs, nestled comfortably in the center of her crotch, all hard and big and… gah!

Before Buffy could do anything that she desperately wanted to do though, the Lips of Good pulled away, and she opened her eyes in an attempt to relocate them. Those lips would not be getting away from this Slayer any time soon!

Then again, they might indeed. The first thing Buffy saw when she opened her eyes was a deep cerulean blue, from the sexy bedroom eyes of the possessor of the Lips of Good. But the second thing she noticed was the way that The Hands were pushing her away and the mouth, her mouth with the Lips of Good, was twisting in disgust, the head turning to the side and spitting, all the while yelling, “Oh, bloody fucking hell, Christ on a bleedin’ stick, get off me!”

It took Buffy another second to realize she was sitting on Spike, but only about 0.3 seconds to scramble away from him in shock. The moment she was gone, he leapt to his feet and went to the corner, gagging and spitting and still continuing to swear fluently with a mix of British curses and insults, German, Fyarl, Spanish, and several other languages, both demon and human.

Buffy stared at Spike, frozen. He had the Lips of Good. Spike. Spike, the Big Bad, had the Lips of Good! And – and The Body, and The Hands – and the It!

It was simply impossible. Buffy was having a horrible, demon-brought-on, hallucination, and it obviously meant nothing, not even that her subconscious even dared to have a hint of a thought that Spike could have Lips of Good… or any of the rest!

Buffy had just managed to calm herself to the point of speaking when Willow rushed up to her. “Are you okay, Buffy? I’m so sorry! And I don’t know why the reversal spell didn’t kick in right away for you, but it’s my entire fault. I’m going to bury you in guilt cookies, I promise. I’m so, so, so, so sorry, Buffy.”

Buffy’s eyes met Willow’s, her expression dazed and horrified. “I’m not dreaming?” she begged, but the redhead shook her head, and Buffy moaned. “Oh god. Spike lips. Lips of G- Spike.” She shook her head, unable to merge the two concepts and nearly speaking her mind out loud and embarrassing herself to death.

Buffy stood, shaking her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts. Xander and Anya were waiting by the door, Spike standing in between them and looking disgusted still. He was tied up – how they got rope Buffy didn’t know – and Xander took great pleasure in dragging the bleach-blond to the car.

When they all got in, Buffy ended up in the seat next to Spike, due mostly to the silent but deadly glares Spike had been sending Willow nonstop that scared the Wicca away.

Buffy sat stiffly, at first attempting to scrunch over close to Willow on her other side, but soon giving up and sitting facing forward, sneaking glances at Spike’s face, turned away from her to look out the window, and trying not to focus on the waves of tingling heat spreading through her entire body from where his right thigh was pressed against her left.