"Willow!" Anya flung open the door of
the Magic Box with a bang. Her eyes searched frantically around the room , and
when she saw Willow sitting at the table, she threw herself into the opposite
chair. "You have to help me!" Willow looked up from the spell book she was
studying. "What's wrong?" she asked, alarmed by Anya's behavior. "It's Xander.
Something has happened. Something very bad." Tears formed in her eyes. "What?!
Oh, my God!" Willow felt her heart seize up. "Is he hurt?" Anya shook her head.
"No!" she sobbed. "It's worse." Willow's eyes widened with panic. "He's...dead?"
She could barely bring herself to say it. "No!" Anya said again. "I told
you...it's worse. The worst thing of all!" "Worse than dead?" Willow leaned
forward and took Anya's hand in hers. "What could be worse than dead?" "He...he
won't have sex with me!" Instantly releasing Anya's hand, Willow stared at her
in disbelief. She couldn't decide what surprised her more...Anya's muddled logic
in thinking that lack of sex was worse than being dead, or the notion that
Xander had turned down sex. **Xander not wanting to have sex? The end of the
world is surely upon us..** Trying to calm her wildly beating heart back down,
she said, "Wait a minute. Let me make sure I've got this right. Xander won't
have sex with you?" Anya shook her head. "No!" "Xander Harris? THAT Xander?" "Of
course," Anya replied, banging her fist on the table. "I don't have another
Xander! Willow," she added, her voice desperate. "I need your help."
"Um...well," Willow stammered, "If you want my advice..." Anya cut her off in
mid-sentence. "I don't need your advice. I need your magic," she said, patting
the spell book. "You have to do a spell for me and Xander." She shrugged.
"Mostly for Xander." Willow sighed and began to page through the book. "I guess
I could try and...and.." She looked back at Anya. "Xander?" she asked again,
perplexed. "Really?" Anya nodded. There was a pause. "Are you sure it's him?"
"Yes!" Anya insisted. "I need that spell, Willow. I don't know how much longer I
can wait!" "Well, how long has it been?" Willow resumed her search through the
spell book. "Two days! Do you SEE what kind of emergency this is?" The book was
slammed shut with a bang. "Two days??!! That's ALL?" "How can you say it as
though two days is nothing?" Anya demanded. "You just don't understand. I'm
accustomed to a regular and mostly fulfilling sex life." Willow was intrigued.
"How regular?" "Every day...at least twice." Now, she was impressed. "Wow." Anya
smiled. "Xander is a sex machine," she said proudly. "We have sex in lots of
different places...and locations as well." "All right." Willow opened the book
again. "Let me..." "We have sex in bed, and in the bathtub, and in the kitchen."
Anya began a litany of sexual encounter sites. "And in the car, and in the park,
and occasionally in a cemetery..." "I said all right, already!" "...and on this
table." Willow's eyes widened, and she snatched her spell book up instantly.
Holding it protectively against her breast, she stared down at the table in
distaste, as if the evidence of the act performed on it could still be seen.
Trying desperately not to form a mental picture, she plowed ahead. "So, what you
want is a love spell?" "No, not a love spell. He already loves me. I need a lust
spell." Anya tried to pry the book out of Willow's arms. She hung on to it,
grimly. "Look, I'll try, but you've got to understand that there's no guarantee
it'll work." "Well...well that's not fair!" Anya frowned. "What kind of witch
are YOU that you can't guarantee your spells? When I was a vengeance demon, all
my spells came with a money back guarantee!" she said. "Customer satisfaction
was my middle name." "Oh. So...you're planning on paying me?" Willow asked. "Of
course not," Anya said. "Friends don't pay." Rolling her eyes heavenward for a
moment, Willow once again opened her book, keeping it on her lap. "What reason
did he give you for the two day drought?" "Oh..." Anya gestured dramatically.
"Stupid reasons. I'm tired...worked hard all day...coming down with the
flu...blah, blah, blah..." Willow arched her eyebrows and looked at Anya with
high disapproval. "Talk about inconsiderate," she said tartly. "I KNOW," Anya
agreed, the sarcasm flying right over her head. "I can't believe it, either."
She jumped to her feet. "Now tell me what you need for the spell." "Bring me a
piece of paper," Willow sighed, defeated. "I'll write it all down." As Anya
bustled around the store, Willow began to read up on the instructions for
casting a lust spell. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You'd better stop the things
you do And I ain't lyin'.." ~~~~~ "Do you have any idea how much I hate you?"
Buffy said nastily. "Do you?" "I guarantee you that it's not even a quarter as
much as I hate you, Slayer." They paced a slow circle around the tombstones,
each one waiting for the other to try something. "You...have been a pain in my
ass...from the second you and your fruitcake girlfriend hit town...and I've had
just about enough of it," Buffy said through clenched teeth. "Really?" he asked
in phony astonishment. "What a bloody shame, since you can't seem to do anything
about it." She took a firmer grip on her stake. "Don't kid yourself, Spike.
There's a hell of a lot I can do about it." Buffy was breathing hard, her
breasts rising and falling rapidly from her agitation. She kept her eyes locked
with his, trying to anticipate his next move. She didn't have long to wait.
Spike faked a lunge at her, and she stepped back. Tripping over an upturned
marble slab, she went down hard, hitting the stone with the back of her head.
Buffy laid there for a moment, seeing stars, and before she could blink, Spike
was on her. Straddling her hips, he grabbed her hand and bent her wrist back,
forcing her to drop her stake, then pinned her hands to the ground on either
side of her head. Buffy tried to buck him off, but he was heavy and she was in
an awkward position. Her boot heels kept slipping in the wet grass, and she
could gain no firm purchase on the ground. Ceasing her struggles, she glared up
at him, panting with fury. Spike pushed up a little further, then bore back down
on her. "Gotcha!" he said with a smirk. Buffy felt the repositioning of his
body, and was shocked to feel a jolt of pleasure as he ground down on her in
just the right place. "Unh!" she grunted, involuntarily lifting her hips. The
triumphant smile faded from the vampire's face when he noticed a sudden change
in her scent. He was very familiar with that scent. He'd smelled it before on
women he'd been about to bed, but it had never in all his years been as headily
arousing as it was now....with the slayer. Buffy's body was developing a mind of
it's own as she moved her legs slightly apart, lodging him more firmly against
her, and making his eyes widen in amazement. His gaze met hers briefly, then
skimmed down her body, pausing to admire the full swell of her breasts as they
rose and feel enticingly. Looking back into her eyes, he spoke
softly..."Slayer?" Buffy turned her head. "Just do it!" she snapped. "Get it
over with." She waited, expecting to feel his fangs slice into her throat. When
the expected attack didn't come, she looked back at him and was surprised to see
his human visage, not the demonic one she'd been doing battle with. "Did it take
you this long to kill the other two slayers, or are you drawing it out for MY
benefit?" she asked. She turned her face away again and focused on the
stars...the last thing she would ever see. "You won, okay? Now FINISH IT!" she
screamed, as all the fight drained out of her. "Just....finish it." Spike slowly
lowered his head, pressing down on her pelvis at the same time. This time, they
both felt the instant flash of pleasure from the contact. "Oh, God," Buffy
moaned softly, wondering what in the hell was going on as she returned the
pressure he was giving her. Now, it was Spike's turn to moan. "Christ...Slayer.
I don't...ahhhh, yeah." He closed his eyes, concentrating all his attention on
the hardening between his legs. "Mmmm...you feel so good, baby." He began
rocking against her as he bent his head to her throat, shocked to realize that
he had no desire whatsoever to bite her...not in a bad way, anyhow. Pressing his
lips to the place he would normally sink his fangs into, he nuzzled her warm
skin. "Soft," he murmured. "You have skin like a baby...and you smell so damn
good." Buffy whimpered in her throat, turning to face him. "Please," she begged.
"Oh, God....please..." "Please what, Slayer? How can I please?" She licked her
lips, gazing into his eyes, wondering why she'd never before noticed what a
lovely shade of blue they were. "Kiss me," she whispered. "I want you...to kiss
me." Spike smiled down at her. "I would love to kiss you," he said, and was
completely shocked to know that he meant what he was saying. He lowered his head
until their lips barely made contact. "Christ, you're lovely," he said. "Open
your mouth, luv. I want to taste you." Buffy instantly parted her lips, moaning
softly when his mouth came down on hers and his tongue slid wetly inside. She
met it with her own tongue, twining it sinuously around his, then sucking gently
as their kiss deepened. Seconds...minutes...hours later, she pulled away, trying
to clear her head. She splayed her hands across his chest and straightened her
arms, pushing him back as she gasped for air. Her muddled mind tried to form the
words she knew she should be saying. "This can't happen....it's wrong...why the
hell are we doing this?" Spike stared intently into her eyes. "I don't care
why," he said. "Just let me." Buffy shook her head. "I can't let you....I hate
you." "I hate you, too." He knocked her arms out of his way. "But I want you
more." "But I don't....." "Shut up!" he said fiercely. "The last thing I want
your mouth doing right now...is talking." Giving in, Buffy slipped her hand
around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. "I really do hate you, you
know," she said, planting a hard kiss on his mouth. "Yeah, I heard you the first
time," he informed her with a smart ass grin, then returned her kiss with an
even harder one. "Like I said, I hate you, too." They began exchanging a series
of hard, brief kisses, punctuating them with assurances of mutual hatred as they
changed angles frequently. "I despise you." "I loathe you." "You're a monster."
"You're a bitch." "Blood sucking bastard." "Stake driving witch." "I'm gonna
kill you." "No, I'M gonna kill YOU." "I want you..." "I want you, too...." Buffy
wound her arms around Spike's neck as his mouth crashed down on hers. She felt a
sudden rush of moisture in her underpants, and her thighs parted a little more
as her body began preparing itself for his. She gave in to it completely,
pushing away thoughts of anything besides the arousal building inside of her.
Working her hands down between them, she began to unbutton her shirt. When she
pulled it open, he left her mouth and kissed a moist path down her neck until he
found the beginning swell of her breasts and buried his face between them.
Propping himself on one arm, he used his free hand to pull down one of her bra
cups, baring her breast to his heated gaze and hungry mouth. Taking immediate
advantage, he flicked his tongue rapidly back and forth over her hard nipple,
then took it into his mouth and suckled it. Buffy nearly screamed, as every pull
of his mouth caused a corresponding throb between her legs. Raising one shaky
hand, she tugged the other half of her bra down. "Here, too," she hissed,
looking down to watch as his mouth covered her warm flesh and he began to nurse
at her nipple again. She found the sight wildly erotic. "Harder." Spike rolled
them over until she was on top of him. Taking both breasts into his hands, he
squeezed them firmly. "As hard as you want, kitten." Reclaiming one tight peak,
he moved a hand down and began to pull up her skirt. Buffy suddenly pulled away
and rose to her knees. Shedding her blouse and bra, she moved down a little and
began to unbuckle his belt. Once she had his jeans unzipped, she tugged them
down, then yanked her panties to one side as he took hold of his erect penis and
positioned himself at the wet entrance to her body. When he saw her hesitate, he
looked up and pinned his gaze to hers. "I want to fuck you," he said, his voice
deep with desire. He cupped one hand around her bottom and began urging her to
slide down on him. "I've never wanted to fuck a woman more in my life."
Sheathing himself in her, he reached down between them and began to finger her
clit. "Fuck me, Buffy." She fell forward onto her hands, staying very still as
he adjusted himself, then started pumping his hips hard and fast, sending his
cock into her as deeply as he could. "More," Buffy whined. "More and more
and...oh, yes...oh..." He increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, loving
the sound their bodies made as they slammed together. Feeling his testicles
begin to tighten and lift, he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold on much
longer. Driving herself down to meet every thrust, Buffy panted harshly.
"Spike....I'm....oh, I'm gonna come...so close....oh, God...I need to..." He
rolled over until she was once again beneath him, and pounded into her, every
muscle straining with desperate need.
"Buffy...Buffy...come...when...I...do...fuck...fuck...me...unh...unh" he
grunted. "Spike....." "Baby..." "....coming...now...now..." "Do it, baby...for
me...." Burying his face against the side of her neck, he delivered his final
thrust, grinding into her as they both went over the edge. She felt his semen
spewing into her in a rush, making their joining even slicker than it already
was. The only coherent thought she could form was to wonder why the hell they
hadn't been doing THIS all along, instead of fighting with each other. ~~~~~ "I
ain't gonna take none of your fooling around Ain't gonna take none of your
putting me down.." ~~~~~ As her body began to quiet down, her mind started to
function. What the hell was wrong with her? She'd had sex with Spike, a creature
she hated, in the middle of a cemetery. Laying in wet grass, screaming her
brains out, she had allowed a vampire to.... She pushed at him. "Get off of me."
"Gladly," Spike muttered, equally horrified at what had just happened with the
slayer....the fucking SLAYER! The bitch that he'd been trying to kill from day
one. Withdrawing from her, he rolled away and stood up. Buffy watched him zip up
his jeans and buckle his belt, wanting to look away, but unable to. Spike caught
her staring. "See something you like?" he asked, a nasty smile on his face. Her
cheeks flamed bright scarlet. "No. I see something I hate." Climbing slowly to
her feet, she pushed her skirt down, making a face when she felt his semen
leaking out of her. "That's not what you said when you were begging me to stick
it in you," he jeered. Buffy found her blouse and put it on, then stuffed her
bra into her skirt pocket. Smoothing down her messy hair, she finally turned to
face him. "Get away from me, and stay away if you know what's good for you," she
warned him. "Because the next time I see you, I'll dust you, so help me God!"
"So you keep saying." Without another word, she turned and walked quickly away,
not seeing the way he looked after her, and not hearing his final comment.
"Christ....what a gorgeous ass!" ~~~~~ "Don't care if you don't want me Cause
I'm yours, yours, yours, now I put a spell on you Because you're mine..." ~~~~~
~~~~~ "Those fingers in my hair That sly 'come hither' stare That strips my
conscience bare It's witchcraft..." ~~~~~ She turned the corner onto Revello
Drive, still mentally slapping herself upside the head for behaving like a slut.
"God, what have I done?" she groaned, stopping and leaning against the tree in
front of her house. "I let that bastard have sex with me." Feeling an intense
desire to bang her head on the trunk of the tree, her face turned red as she
forced herself to be honest. **LET him do it? No, he was right...I BEGGED him to
do it. I wanted it. Not just sex....I wanted sex with HIM..** And...oh,
no-no-no...she wanted it again. Wanted Spike again. If he had suddenly appeared
before her, Buffy knew that she would do him right then and there, in the middle
of the front yard. Nothing had ever felt so good as the sensation of lying
beneath Spike, letting him drive himself into her, over and over... Even now,
just thinking about it was turning her on, making her panties damp and her
nipples hard. Her hands moved up her body until she reached her breasts, and she
cupped them firmly, trying to bring herself some small measure of relief as she
squeezed her thighs together. But nothing she did helped. There was only one
thing that would relieve this monstrous, empty ache throbbing throughout her
body. She had to go back, had to find him, had to have him. "Once more," she
said softly. "Just one more time...then I'll be all right. He'll be out of my
system." She hoped. ~~~~~ "And I've got no defense for it The heat is too
intense for it What good would common sense for it do?" ~~~~~ Spike was having a
difficult time walking. Less than five minutes after screwing the slayer, he
began to develop another fierce erection. Thinking about her pretty face and
luscious body, he stepped into the shadows of a mausoleum and unzipped his
jeans. Wrapping his fingers around his rigid cock, he tried to bring himself
some relief. But, after ten minutes of handling himself roughly, he knew it was
useless. The only place he would find any peace was between the slayer's soft,
white thighs. He couldn't think of any other woman that would please him. Even
if Drusilla suddenly materialized before him, naked and pleading, he would turn
away from her and run back to Buffy. He craved her soft, warm skin...her sweet
tasting mouth...her tight, wet pussy surrounding him, milking him. "Shit, shit,
shit," he groaned, zipping up his fly. He left the cover of the mausoleum,
heading for the street. He had to have her again, and if she wouldn't let him,
then he'd just have to hold her down. "One more time," he promised himself.
"Just once more...then I'll go back to wanting to kill her." ~~~~~ "Cause it's
witchcraft Wicked witchcraft Although I know it's strictly taboo.." ~~~~~ Buffy
stumbled into the clearing from one side at the exact moment that Spike appeared
from the other. They stood there, silently staring at each other for several
seconds, then began slowly walking towards each other. When they were only three
feet apart, Spike broke the silence. "I'm gonna fuck you." Buffy nodded. "I
know...I'm gonna fuck you back," she said, licking her lips.' He moved a little
closer. "What'll you let me do to you?" She inched towards him. "What do you
want to do to me?" she asked. "I want to lick every inch of your body," he
replied. "Your tits...your pussy....all of you." Buffy's heart beat sped up, and
her blood ran hot. "I want that, too. I just wish I knew why." "Don't care why."
He shook his head slowly. "I just want to do it." Without thinking twice, almost
against her will, she began to unbutton her shirt. "Then do it," she demanded.
Yanking the shirt open, she offered him her bare breasts. "Start here."
"Slayer....Buffy," Spike whispered. "You're so fucking beautiful." He closed his
mouth around one tight nipple, as his fingers played with the other one, tugging
it and pinching gently. Buffy's head dropped back as she slid one hand behind
his neck. "I love it when you do that," she said. "Mm-hmm." He blazed a wet
trail across her chest, licking and nipping. "I love doing it." Placing a hard
kiss on each peak, he reached for her hand. "Touch me," he begged, guiding her
hand down to the front of his pants. "Play with it." She whimpered eagerly as
she struggled with his belt and zipper. Reaching into his jeans, she sighed with
pure happiness when she saw what he had for her. "So hard," she murmured. "It's
hard for you, kitten," he groaned at the feel of her warm fingers. "Just for
you." Moving his hips forward, he pushed his shaft more firmly into her grasp.
"See...how much it wants you?" When she gave him a sultry smile, he put his
hands on her shoulders and urged her down to her knees. Taking his cock in one
hand, he slipped the other one around the back of her neck, pulling her closer.
Repeating old habits, he inhaled sharply when Buffy moved her hands up the back
of his thighs. She caressed the hard muscle of his ass, then began licking up
and down the length of his erection, teasing him with her light touch. "In
Buffy," he said, his voice deep with lust and passion. "Take it in your mouth."
She smiled as he tangled his fingers in her hair. Parting her lips, but
remaining still, she allowed him to do slide his cock in and back out of her
mouth. "Oh, fuck....that feels fantastic, luv," he rasped. Holding her in place,
he began to thrust a bit faster. After a few seconds, he released her suddenly
and pulled out of her mouth. "Stop...before I...." "Before you...what?" Buffy
asked, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Before you come?" She wrapped her fingers
around his shaft and squeezed firmly. "In my mouth?" "Yes!" he choked. "Before I
come in your mouth." "You sure about that?" she teased. "Yeah." He looked down
at her and smiled. "I want to come in your pussy....this time." Buffy felt a
jolt of excitement rush through her. She'd never before had such blatantly
sexual comments made to her, and it was driving her crazy. Spike dropped to his
knees, then grabbed her arms and lowered her to the soft grass. Pushing her
skirt up around her waist, he yanked her panties off and put his head between
her thighs. "Gotta make it wet first," he said with a devilish grin. Buffy
murmured contentedly when she felt him kissing the inside of her thighs, then
nearly screamed when his tongue slid up the cleft of her sex and he pushed it
inside. She dug her nails into the damp grass as she lifted her hips to give him
better access. Spike licked her with long, wet strokes of his tongue. Easily
locating her clit, he sucked it hard. The scream she could no longer hold back
erupted from her throat, echoing through the empty graveyard as she came,
grinding herself against his mouth. Before she could recover from her orgasm,
Spike rose to his knees. Shoving his jeans down, he grabbed her and turned her
over onto her stomach. He gave her no time to react. Taking hold of her hips, he
pulled back until she was on her hands and knees in front of him. Quickly
positioning himself, he thrust his shaft all the way in. Without pausing, he
began pumping his hips hard, making her grunt every time he slammed into her.
Buffy felt her body approaching another climax. Spike sensed it too, and reached
around in front of her with one hand to finger her clit. "Fuck...fuck...fuck..."
He punctuated each thrust of his pelvis, pounding hard and fast. The things he
was saying, combined with the sound of his balls impacting against her upturned
ass and the feel of his finger playing with her, drove Buffy to new heights of
pleasure. "Yes...yes...oh, God...oh, pleasepleaseplease..." she babbled
mindlessly, unable to form a complete sentence. "So...good...so
good...and...ahhhh....I'm....so close...please....please....do
it....harder....harder...I need...." Spike held her hips with both hands. "You
need to come, baby?" he asked harshly. "Want to come...want me to make you
come?" "....yes...oh, yes," she panted. "Make me come...make me come,
Spike....just you....only you....ever...." "I will, baby.
I'll...make...you....come!" Every word was timed to match the pace of his
thrusts. "NOW!!" he roared, ramming in even faster as he felt her pussy clamp
down on him, grasping and milking him for his ejaculation, taking it all. With
his final stroke, he sent his hand back around and rubbed her clit hard. Buffy
screamed his name, as her body convulsed wildly, jerking with the pleasure and
the power of her orgasm. ~~~~~ "When you arouse the need in me My heart says
"yes indeed" in me Proceed with what you're leading me to.." ~~~~~ They
collapsed together, with Spike barely having the presence of mind to tilt to one
side so as not to crush her underneath his limp body. Every ounce of strength
had drained from them, and Buffy couldn't hold back a chuckle. Spike looked at
her, smiling. "What's funny, kitten?" She sighed. "I was just thinking...if
something dangerous was to show up right about now....I wouldn't be able to lift
a finger to do anything about it." "Mmmm....neither would I," he agreed. "Guess
we'd both be done for." "Yeah," she nodded. "but at least we'd go with a great,
big smile." "True." He took her hand and laced his fingers with hers, then
kissed the back of it. "Buffy?" "Hmmm?" "I want you again." She raised her head
and stared at him. "Already?" Spike grinned. "Yeah," he drawled, gesturing down
at himself. "Oh, my gosh," Buffy murmured when she saw that he was full erect
again. "I've died and gone to heaven." "Come here." Spike reached for her,
pulling her down on top of him. "Kiss me." With a delighted grin on her face,
Buffy gave him what he'd asked for. As he moved one hand into her soft hair, his
sharp hearing picked up the sound of people approaching. Immediately, he rolled
over and shielded her, not wanting anyone else to see his lover this way.
"What's....." Buffy looked puzzled. "Shhh," he cautioned her. "I hear someone."
By now, she could hear them, too. It sounded like a group of teenagers, talking
and laughing. "Oh, God," she groaned. "They're not vampires, are they? I don't
feel like fighting right now." Spike shook his head. "No, just kids larking
about, trying to scare each other." He stood up and held out his hand, pulling
her to her feet. They adjusted their clothing, re-buttoning and zipping up in
all the right places. But when everything was put to rights, they both wanted
nothing more than to take it all off again and fuck like there was no tomorrow.
"Spike," Buffy murmured, moving close and rubbing herself against him. "Do
something." He held her, stroking his hand down the length of her back. "Want me
to scare them off?" he asked. She considered it for a moment, then shook her
head. "No...we should go somewhere else. Even if we get rid of them, someone
else might come along." "Your house?" he suggested, smoothing her hair back.
"Are you kidding? With my mother's hearing?" Now that they were no longer
exerting themselves, Buffy felt the chill of the damp night air, and she
shivered. He looked concerned, which surprised her. "We've got to get you
inside, luv. It's getting too cold for you." Shrugging his coat off, he wrapped
her up in it, smiling at how cute she looked in the over sized garment. He
turned the sleeves up for her, freeing her hands. "Thank you," she said, giving
him a kiss. "But aren't you cold?" Spike shook his head. "Nah...vamps don't
really feel the cold. Not like people do." "Then how come you always wear this
coat?" Buffy asked. He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. "Cause I look
damn good in it." "That's true," she giggled. Snuggling closer, she could feel
his erection pressing against her, and she wanted badly to undo his pants and
take it out. "Why don't we go to your...you know?" "That's no good, luv," he
said, frowning. "It's almost as cold in there as it is outside." Buffy
considered their options. She was about to tell him that she was willing to take
her chances at her house, when inspiration suddenly hit. "The Magic Box!" "What
about it?" Spike asked, rubbing her back as he nuzzled her neck. "There's a cot
in the basement!" she informed him, excitedly. "Brilliant...let's go!" ~~~~~
"It's such an ancient pitch But one I wouldn't switch Cause there's no sweeter
witch than you.." ~~~~~~~~~~ "It's a kind of magic One dream, one soul One
prize, one goal One golden glance of what should be.." ~~~~~ "What's the hold
up, luv?" "I can't remember which key unlocks the door." "Just break the lock."
"Do you WANT the alarm to go off, genius?" "What I WANT is to get inside and
take all your clothes off so I can do you properly." "Hey! That's not helping me
concentrate, you know." "Just providing incentive, pet." ~~~~~ "It's a kind of
magic One shaft of light that shows the way No mortal man can win this day.."
~~~~~ "I thought we'd NEVER get here." "Well, YOU'RE the one who kept stopping
every two minutes to make out." "Didn't hear you complaining, luv." "Do I look
crazy to you?" "Slayer...how many buttons are ON this shirt?" "Too many....DON'T
tear it." "I won't." "Take this off." "Is the hook in the front or the back?"
"Let me do it." "Hang on...I've got it...there." "Ohhh..." "Like that, do you?
Want me to suck them?" "What do YOU think?" "Let's get rid of this, shall we?"
"Wait a second... just let me unzip it." "Oh, that's beautiful, luv. No,
don't....I want to take them off you." "Hurry." "Mmm...bit damp down there, I
see." "Yesssssss...I am. Oh..." "Oh, yeah....that's my girl...a little harder,
babe." "Like this?" "Fuck ...just like that. Ahhhh..." "Spike..." "Pull them
down." "Lift your foot...both...." "As long as you're down there, pet..." ~~~~~
"It's a kind of magic The bell that rings inside your mind Is challenging the
doors of time.." ~~~~~ "Feels...Buffy....that's good...mmm...yeah...oh,
that's...deeper...suck harder...hard...Christ, baby, don't stop!" "I'm not...I
just want to...." "FUCK!!...do that again...yes...yes...ahhh...now...right
now...I'm...ah...yeah...yeah...yeah...YEAH ...OH, YEAH! Do it, baby!...Take
it!....Ahhhh...!" ~~~~~ "It's a kind of magic The waiting seems eternity The Day
will dawn of sanity.." ~~~~~ "You okay?" "Yeah, I'm good...real good. Let me
just...come here, now...spread your legs apart..." "Spike....that's
perfect...oh...mmm...that's it right there...use your tongue...harder...lick me
there..." "Taste so sweet, luv...sweeter than candy." "More..." "Yes, baby."
"Mmmm, Spike...eat me good...oh...oh...stop...stop..." "You sure?" "Uh-huh."
"Lie down, then..." "....ohhhh, yes..." "Lift your legs a little...that's it."
"Feels good...go deeper...all the way in..." "Fucking tight....wet..." "Harder,
Spike...fuck me hard..." "I'll...fuck...you...hard...all...you...want..."
"There! Right there! Push down on...yesyesyesyes.." "Does baby like that? Hmm?"
"...unh...unh...more...more...Spike....so good...it's so..." "Good...isn't
it...fucking...unbelievable..." "Come on, baby...faster...make me....make me..."
"Wanna come? Is that what...you want...make you come? Let me up a little...I
want to play with it..." "So close...so....ohhhh...I am....I'm gonna come...I'm
gonna do it..." "Do it....come for me....come on my cock...that tight
pussy....squeezing me....want's my come inside it....want's to...to suck it out
of me..." "Spike!" "Yes...yes, baby....come...come now...now...do it...do
it...BUFFY! ...fuck me...fuck....fuck...." ~~~~~ "It's a kind of magic This rage
that lasts a thousand years Will soon be done..." ~~~~~ "This is a sturdy little
cot, isn't it, luv?" "Good thing." ~~~~~ "It's a kind of magic..." ~~~~~ Title:
I Put A Spell On You Author: Pattyanne [email protected] Disclaimer: I only own
the story Feedback: If you'd be so kind... Summary: A lust spell is cast, and
Spike and Buffy get caught in it. What to do, what to do...? A/N: I know I
monkeyed around with the song lyrics on this one. No offense intended to any
"Melissas" out there, but the name just didn't work out for the purpose of the
story, and since "Buffy" isn't the most lyrical and romantic name in the world,
I had to improvise. Sorry...oh, and no offense to any "Buffys" out there as
well. Part Five.... ~~~~~ "Spirit move me Every time I'm near you Whirling like
a cyclone in my mind.." ~~~~~ "What do you think is wrong with us?" Buffy asked,
snuggling closer. Spike wrapped his arm around her and resettled the blankets.
"Nothing wrong with us," he replied. "We just wanted to have sex...with each
other." She sighed. "But even so...it's not normal to want it all the
time...constantly." "Yes, it is," he said, kissing the dampness away from her
forehead. "When you're brand new in love it's all you do...all you think
about...dream about." Buffy held his face in her hands and kissed him hard. "But that's not us," she protested. "We aren't in love....we're in hate, remember?" "Baby, baby, baby," he whispered in her ear. "Don't you know that love and hate are just two sides of the same coin?" His tongue slid wetly around her earlobe, making her moan. "Mmm, that's nice, kitten....purr for me." "Okay....I give up!" she stated firmly, burying her face against the side of his neck. "I don't care why it's happening either...as long as it keeps happening." Spike chuckled against her skin. "It will, kitten." Tangling his fingers in her hair, he pulled back gently so he could look into her eyes. "Cause I'm not giving this up. No fucking way." He kissed her hard on the mouth. "It's NEVER been this good." "Never," she agreed, returning his kiss. ~~~~~ "Sweet, my darlin' Angel of my lifetime Answer to all answers I can find.." ~~~~~ Scooting up, Buffy straddled him and smiled. "Oh, my...what's that?" she giggled, rubbing her bottom against his crotch. "Something for you to play with," he said, lifting his hips and bouncing her. "For me?" "Just for you, kitten." Buffy threw her head back, fearlessly exposing the length of her soft throat. "Hey, you know what?" "What?" He sat up and nuzzled her neck. "You haven't called me Slayer in hours," she informed him, mimicking the tone he usually used when he said it. "Oh, you like that, do you?" he asked. "Well, you haven't tried to slay me for a while." "Silly me....something keeps taking my mind off it." "Yeah?" He bounced her again. "Yeah," she grinned, staring into his eyes. "Something big" he did it again, "and hard," and again, "and yummy." "Kiss me," he demanded. Her laughter disappeared. ~~~~~ "Baby, I love you Come...come...come into my arms Let me know the wonder of all of you.." ~~~~~ Tracing her fingers along his jaw, then over the high arch of his cheekbones, she lowered her head and placed her lips gently on his. Spike tightened his arms around her, finding himself with an unexpected need for tenderness, the giving of it and the receiving of it, as he suddenly remembered how very young she really was. **Christ...who'd have ever dreamed that a 19 year old baby would be my downfall...and how eagerly I'd welcome it..** The sound of the shop door opening upstairs shocked them both into immobility. They could hear Willow moving around, muttering to herself about something, then the bell tinkled again. "Willow!" Anya's voice was high pitched and excited. "You're here! Thank you for that spell. It worked! Xander was amazing." "Oh...Anya," Willow tried to interrupt. "Ohhh..my stars," Anya almost moaned. "Xander was an animal last night. We had sex over and over again. I almost can't walk!" "Anya," Willow tried to say again. "You are the greatest witch of all time. I swear...I am gonna stock this store from floor to ceiling with the ingredients to that lust spell." ~~~~~ "Baby I want you Now...now...now and hold on fast Could this be the magic at last? Could it be magic?" ~~~~~ Down in the basement, Buffy and Spike stared at each other. "Lust spell?" Buffy murmured. "That's what happened." She shook her head and pulled out of Spike's arms. "It wasn't us...it was just a spell. Not our fault." She looked into his eyes, not at all sure how she felt about this new knowledge. It was almost...disappointing...to learn that it had all been beyond their control, forced upon them by sloppy witchcraft. Without a word, she stood up and began to dress. Spike watched her, wanting to follow her and pull her back into his embrace, wanting to comfort her and baby her, to take care of her and to tell her that he didn't give a damn what had caused it, that he wanted it to go on and on. "Well..." Buffy said, smoothing down her hair. "Yeah..." Spike stood up and pulled his clothes on. There was an uncomfortable silence as they stared at their feet, wondering what the hell to say to each other. "Look, Slay....Buffy," Spike finally said. "I don't know how we managed to get caught in this fuck up, but..." "What happens now, Spike?" she asked. "I mean...we have to tell Willow about it. She's gonna have to break that spell." **Why?** he wanted to say. "I suppose so." "And THEN what happens?" she asked again. "We keep trying to kill each other? I don't know if I can...go back to that." "Me, neither, luv." ~~~~~ "Lady take me High up on a hillside High up where the stallion meets the sun I could love you Build my world around you Never leave you, til my life is done.." ~~~~~ They continued to look at each other, unhappiness written all over both of them. ~~~~~ "Could this be magic?" ~~~~~ 4 <- Prev