dampersnspoons - Delust or Dust 7/?
Title: Delust or Dust
Rating: NC-17 for adult language and sexual situations
Warnings: Graphic sex (eventually) Probably blood play. And foul-mouthedness
Season/Pairing: BtVS Season 3, Buffy/Spike, Willow/Oz, Xander/Cordelia, Angel/his discontent, Giles/missing spatula
Spoilers: Starts with the episode Lover's Walk, so anything up until that point could be mentioned. Some lines from the episode will be used in this fic.
Genre(s): Comedy, Romance
Beta(s): xtanitx who is a creature of the night, much like a a vampire or a stripper.
Summary: Starts off with the episode Lover's Walk and then goes AU practically from the start. Spike has returned to Sunnydale, heartbroken that Drusilla has left him. When a love spell goes horribly wrong, how will the Scoobies react when the slayer gets involved with yet another vampire? Will Giles wipe his glasses in disapproval? Will Xander not understand but be too enamored with the visuals to say anything? Is Angel going to brood about it or will he do something more? WHAT WILL HAPPEN?
Author's Note: Finally met the last of the challenge requirements in this chapter, thank GOD.
Chapter Word Count: 2,831
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy and I in no way mean to infringe on anyone's rights, nor do I use these names for profit. This is for entertainment and Tom-foolery only. Carry on.
For Previous Chapters Click Here
Chapter 7
Rupert Giles had a wonderful time at the Watcher’s retreat! It was a fantastic reprieve just to rub elbows with such educated and cultured fellows after spending so much time with the slayer and her friends. Not that his fatherly affection for all of them was anything to dismiss, but to be able to speak freely about druidae without having to explain anything was refreshing. He was excited to crack open the books he’d purchased as well as a few he’d been given from several colleagues. His slayer would have to look them over as well and he could already hear the groaning and whining. He smiled a bit at that.
Rupert finally arrived at his flat and began making tea, looking forward to his chair, a good tome on polytheism, and a nice, quiet day to himself before he had to go back to the school and work the following day at the library. The kettle on the stove barely started to whistle when he heard a frantic rapping at his door.
He removed the kettle and walked to the door, greeted by a multitude of familiar faces once he opened it.
“Hi, Giles, we brought donuts,” Xander said as he helped himself inside, carrying two large boxes of the offered treat.
“W-well...” Rupert stammered but the next intruder quickly spoke over his words.
“I brought him,” Cordelia said as she entered, pointing a finger at her boyfriend’s back.
Oz waved and smiled tightly as he walked inside.
“We have a situation w-which we will totally fix! I-I mean, it’s fixable!” Willow stuttered, looking over her shoulder at Buffy.
Rupert frowned, his eyes darting to the children inside his house to make sure they weren’t touching anything before he looked at Willow, tilting his head in confusion.
“What sort of situation?”
“It’s not a spell.” Buffy pouted and walked over the threshold just as a figure bundled in blankets came into view.
“Quit crowding the sodding door and let me in!”
“Spike?”
“Let us in, Giles,” Angel said from his crouched position behind Spike. He hated traveling in the daytime. It was so...tacky. “We’ll explain in a minute.”
“I am not letting that...that vermin into my house!”
Spike looked at him through a fold in his blanket and though only one eye was visible, anyone who saw it would know he meant business. Spike started groaning as his blanket began to sizzle. Angel kept quiet about his sizzling blanket, still uncomfortable around Giles after killing his girlfriend. He didn’t deserve to complain, not that he’d ever complain about anything anyway.
“Giles, let them in!” Buffy shouted.
Giles sighed and his hand twitched at his side, no doubt ready to grab his glasses but he nodded tersely. “All right. Spike, Angel, you may come in. But I’ll kill the both of you if you try anything.”
They rushed past him and Spike tossed his blanket on the ground, stomping out the embers and cursing before he sniffed and ran his hands over his slicked back hair and straightened his red shirt. “Hello, Rupes. Thanks for the invite,” he said with a teasing wink but then frowned when Angel glared at him. “Spoil sport.”
“Would someone mind telling me what is going on?”
“Sure,” Xander said from the dining table. He had one elbow propped up on it and a donut in his hand, but he explained as best as he could with an unswallowed bite in his mouth. “Spike came back on Friday and kidnapped me and Willow and forced Willow to do a love spell on Drusilla in exchange for our virginal lives.” He stopped to swallow his bite when it was in danger of falling out of his mouth. “Then, the spell went wrong and now Buffy is in love with Spike-”
“It’s not a spell!”
“-and so that we can all stop having nightmares, we need to reverse the spell.”
Giles blinked frantically with a baffled smile on his face. “What?”
“Giles, look,” Buffy said, leveling with him. “They all think I’m under some sort of spell, which is ridiculous because why would I even let that happen? I’m in love with Spike. Is that so hard for everyone to accept? Just tell them that I’m fine and we’ll all go home.”
Giles licked his lips and shook his head with a breathy laugh. “Well, there goes my Sunday afternoon.” He groaned a bit as he sat down at the dining table and removed his glasses for a good polishing. “Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?”
* * * *
It was Angel who managed to relay the events of the past two evenings in a way that Rupert could understand. He was exasperated that any of this had happened while he was away and even more infuriated with Willow for trying to do such a powerful spell on her own.
Not only were Rupert and Spike mad at her, but Oz was ignoring Willow, too. He now knew about the spell and that she’d lied to him, but she didn’t know what else he’d figured out. Cordy was too busy looking at magazines to question it any further. Willow didn’t know how she would make it right, but she had a lot of groveling in her future.
“And you’re quite certain it was Gana you evoked?” Giles said from his standing position near the table, holding a book in one hand and scanning its pages.
“Yes. Here, this is the spell,” Willow said, sliding her book over for him to see.
Giles read it over and pursed his lips as he sat down heavily beside her.
* * * *
Spike and Buffy were sitting on a couch. It was impossible to avoid her, not when she was making moon eyes and rubbing herself against him. She kept whispering in his ear, too, saying all sorts of nasty things she wanted to do to him. He wasn’t a priest, for God’s sake, and if she kept teasing him, he might have to have another go with her. Luckily, Willow called her into the kitchen to help with drinks for everyone so he was left for a moment to calm down and will his erection away.
“How much longer is this going to take?” he shouted in irritation.
“If you hadn’t forced them to do a spell for you, none of this would have happened,” Giles said firmly. “I suggest you crack open a book and help or shut your gob.”
Spike snorted defiantly. He hated these goody two shoes. He had half a mind to say “sod it” and paint the walls red with their blood. But then he saw Buffy standing in the hallway, curling her finger at him with a sexy leer and he was too curious to ignore it. He rose from the sofa and casually wove around the various people in the room on his way to her. They were all so wrapped up in their studies that they didn’t notice.
“You called?” he said teasingly once he caught up to her. She grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and hauled him into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
* * * *
“The problem with Gana,” Giles said, “is that it means so many different things. The Hindus believe Ganas to be attendants of Shiva. But it can also mean a council or a tribe of people. I wish we knew what you unleashed upon us, Willow.”
“I’m really sorry,” she said sincerely. “I-I thought I had it under control, you know? But it did work, even if the subject wasn’t the right one. Do you think we can reverse it?”
“I’m not sure. That’s what we’re going to find out.” He tried to offer her some sympathy but he was still too angry with her for being so foolish. His eyes were stinging from reading fine print for so many hours and he was starving. “I’ll just make something to eat since I didn’t eat on the plane and then we’ll get cracking again.”
He rose from the table and Willow’s chin trembled, her guilt overwhelming her but she managed to hold it inside. She looked to Oz for comfort but he seemed lost in his own thoughts and unaware of her plight.
Giles decided that eggs would be the quickest and easiest thing to make, so he pulled out a skillet and started cracking eggs into it. “Where is my spatula?” he said to himself as he pilfered through his drawers to find it.
* * * *
“I missed you,” Buffy said, panting as she kissed Spike in Rupert’s bathroom.
“Oddly enough, so did I.” He dove back to her mouth and slid his hands beneath her shirt to unhook her bra. “Thought about you all night with your cute little puss all shaved up nice for me. Know it’s wrong but I don’t care. Oh, fuck...” he moaned as her hand slipped down the front of his jeans.
“How can loving you be wrong?” she said dreamily as she stroked his cock. “Touch me.”
His eyes fluttered as he tried to gain composure and then he slipped his hands beneath her bra and slowly twisted his fingers around each nipple, pinching them as he traced her lips with his tongue. He moaned again when she dragged her thumb over the tip of his cock.
“Want you right here, Slayer.”
“You can have me,” she said seductively. “But first, you have to punish me.”
His mouth tore from hers and he looked at her incredulously. “I...I what?”
She batted her eyelashes and slowed down the pace of her hand on his shaft. “I was mean to you yesterday, wasn’t I? I didn’t mean to call you a jerk and ruin your present. That was childish of me. I think I need a spanking.”
“Oh, Slayer...you bad, bad, bad girl,” he said with a leer and turned to suck a nipple into his mouth. “You want me to give you a spanking?”
She nodded, gasping for breath, and then she held something up in the air that she’d been hiding behind her back the entire time. Right as his hands made their way up the back of her skirt to her ass, she said, “Use this.”
He turned his head a bit, still sucking on a nipple to see what she was holding and he chuckled wickedly. He grabbed the spatula from her hand and turned her around to press her front to the wall. “Resourceful little thing, aren’t you?”
She giggled and arched her back, flipping up her skirt so he had full view of her ass. She looked at him over her shoulder, moaning at the sight of him stroking himself. “Come on, do it! Spank me!”
“Don’t have to ask twice.” He licked his bottom lip and raised the spatula high in the air, ready to bring it down on her ass.
* * * *
“Damn!” Rupert cursed. His eggs were burning and he couldn’t find his damn spatula anywhere. He grabbed a large metal spoon and scraped the eggs off the skillet but it was useless. They were ruined.
“Everything ok in here?” Xander asked. He didn’t mean to snicker at the older man, but he couldn’t help it.
“Yes, Xander, as you can see, I have everything under control!” He slammed another drawer shut, checking one more time for his blasted spatula. How did someone lose a spatula?
“All right, well, if you need anything. Just holler. I’m going to the little boy’s room.”
Xander turned to leave, giggling to himself as he walked down the corridor to the bathroom. He opened the door and his arms flew up in the air as if someone had thrown something at him and he ducked, gasping at the sight inside.
“Oh my God, that is huge!” he shouted, unable to tear his eyes away.
Spike, who was about to spank the slayer’s luscious ass while he had a wank, turned and scowled at the intruder. “Close the bloody door!”
“Ahh!” He slammed the door shut and shivered. “There is some really weird, kinky shit going on in there,” he said in a panic, his fingers pointing towards the door.
When the gang turned to look at him curiously, he said, “Please...dear God...reverse that spell. And Giles? You might want to consider buying another spatula. I’m just sayin’.”
When the tell-tale noise of a spatula smacking against flesh echoed through the door, followed by a yelp and a giggle, then a sexy growling noise, Xander ran as far away from the bathroom as he could. He’d seen Buffy’s ass and Spike’s…penis and he really didn’t need to see the latter.
“What is going on in there?” Giles asked, oblivious.
Xander flinched as if he had developed a nervous tick. “Just...work on the spell. Here, give me a book or a tome. Give me something to look at, I don’t care!”
* * * *
A while later Buffy emerged from the bathroom, smoothing down her hair and smiling as she walked out. Spike followed after her, tucking his t-shirt into his jeans and smirking proudly. He patted her on the ass, chuckling when she yelped.
“You’re next,” she teased, nipping at his lips before she turned around once more, on her way to the living room.
“Promise?” he whispered in her ear, following after her. His nostrils flared when she blushed and turned away. He shouldn’t like this as much as he did. But, he figured, once the spell was reversed he’d either be dead or lonely so it wasn’t his fault if he was going to milk it for as long as he could.
“Did you just have sex in there?” Cordy asked.
“Don’t kiss and tell, love,” Spike said, winking. He laughed when Angel growled from across the room, obviously smelling it.
“Ew! There are humans who have to pee in there, you know? And that is disgusting. And really, not very classy, Buffy.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and sat on Spike’s lap once he sat down on a dining chair.
“At least you don’t have the visuals,” Xander mumbled.
“Don’t be jealous, whelp.”
“Right, well, I think I’ve discovered something.” Giles had obviously not been paying attention to the conversation taking place as he was too wrapped up in his studies. “The spell says, ‘May love and lust bind her heart, forever his and never part. Be it true or be it not. Unbreakable unless forgot.’”
“Know that much, Rupes,” Spike said. He leered at Buffy when she nibbled on his ear lobe. Wasn’t his fault if his hand made it up her skirt, was it?
“It’s this one part, um…be it true or be it not. What do you think that means?”
“I thought it just meant that either the subject of the spell loves him completely or not at all,” Willow offered.
“Hmm.” Giles chewed on his lip thoughtfully and placed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “I think in order to reverse the spell we’ll have to find one that combines both love and lust.”
“I have one here,” Angel said. He stood up and walked over to them, holding an old tome of spells. “It’s written in Sanskrit though. Unless you can read it…I might have to translate for you.”
“I can, actually,” Rupert said smugly. He stood beside Angel and the both of them read the incantation. “Well, it’s worth a shot.”
After going over the list of ingredients, they set about to gather them to perform the spell. Rupert sat Buffy in the middle of the room on a chair. She pouted, wishing everyone would realize that she wasn’t under some stupid spell but it seemed they weren’t going to let it go.
“I love you, Spike,” she said to him. He was posturing against the wall but she could tell he was embarrassed. Oh, she loved him!
“It’s been fun, pet,” he said, but he was anxious with nerves. If the reversal spell worked, he might be caught with a stake in his heart before the day was done. He stood by the front door at the ready to bolt now that the sun had set.
Giles and Willow stood on either side of her and began reciting the spell. The room was dark, save for a few candles that encircled the slayer, and as the magic words were spoken, everyone remained quiet. Giles spoke the final line of the spell and with a flourish of his hand, he looked down at Buffy to see if anything had changed.
“See? I told you it wasn’t a spell,” she said happily, swooning at the sight of Spike from across the room, standing with his mouth agape and his eyes wide in shock.
“Oh, good Lord,” Giles muttered. The spell hadn’t worked. Hadn’t done a damn thing. “Well, let’s try something else.”
Chapter 8 >>>
Rating: NC-17 for adult language and sexual situations
Warnings: Graphic sex (eventually) Probably blood play. And foul-mouthedness
Season/Pairing: BtVS Season 3, Buffy/Spike, Willow/Oz, Xander/Cordelia, Angel/his discontent, Giles/missing spatula
Spoilers: Starts with the episode Lover's Walk, so anything up until that point could be mentioned. Some lines from the episode will be used in this fic.
Genre(s): Comedy, Romance
Beta(s): xtanitx who is a creature of the night, much like a a vampire or a stripper.
Summary: Starts off with the episode Lover's Walk and then goes AU practically from the start. Spike has returned to Sunnydale, heartbroken that Drusilla has left him. When a love spell goes horribly wrong, how will the Scoobies react when the slayer gets involved with yet another vampire? Will Giles wipe his glasses in disapproval? Will Xander not understand but be too enamored with the visuals to say anything? Is Angel going to brood about it or will he do something more? WHAT WILL HAPPEN?
Author's Note: Finally met the last of the challenge requirements in this chapter, thank GOD.
Chapter Word Count: 2,831
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy and I in no way mean to infringe on anyone's rights, nor do I use these names for profit. This is for entertainment and Tom-foolery only. Carry on.
For Previous Chapters Click Here
Chapter 7
Rupert Giles had a wonderful time at the Watcher’s retreat! It was a fantastic reprieve just to rub elbows with such educated and cultured fellows after spending so much time with the slayer and her friends. Not that his fatherly affection for all of them was anything to dismiss, but to be able to speak freely about druidae without having to explain anything was refreshing. He was excited to crack open the books he’d purchased as well as a few he’d been given from several colleagues. His slayer would have to look them over as well and he could already hear the groaning and whining. He smiled a bit at that.
Rupert finally arrived at his flat and began making tea, looking forward to his chair, a good tome on polytheism, and a nice, quiet day to himself before he had to go back to the school and work the following day at the library. The kettle on the stove barely started to whistle when he heard a frantic rapping at his door.
He removed the kettle and walked to the door, greeted by a multitude of familiar faces once he opened it.
“Hi, Giles, we brought donuts,” Xander said as he helped himself inside, carrying two large boxes of the offered treat.
“W-well...” Rupert stammered but the next intruder quickly spoke over his words.
“I brought him,” Cordelia said as she entered, pointing a finger at her boyfriend’s back.
Oz waved and smiled tightly as he walked inside.
“We have a situation w-which we will totally fix! I-I mean, it’s fixable!” Willow stuttered, looking over her shoulder at Buffy.
Rupert frowned, his eyes darting to the children inside his house to make sure they weren’t touching anything before he looked at Willow, tilting his head in confusion.
“What sort of situation?”
“It’s not a spell.” Buffy pouted and walked over the threshold just as a figure bundled in blankets came into view.
“Quit crowding the sodding door and let me in!”
“Spike?”
“Let us in, Giles,” Angel said from his crouched position behind Spike. He hated traveling in the daytime. It was so...tacky. “We’ll explain in a minute.”
“I am not letting that...that vermin into my house!”
Spike looked at him through a fold in his blanket and though only one eye was visible, anyone who saw it would know he meant business. Spike started groaning as his blanket began to sizzle. Angel kept quiet about his sizzling blanket, still uncomfortable around Giles after killing his girlfriend. He didn’t deserve to complain, not that he’d ever complain about anything anyway.
“Giles, let them in!” Buffy shouted.
Giles sighed and his hand twitched at his side, no doubt ready to grab his glasses but he nodded tersely. “All right. Spike, Angel, you may come in. But I’ll kill the both of you if you try anything.”
They rushed past him and Spike tossed his blanket on the ground, stomping out the embers and cursing before he sniffed and ran his hands over his slicked back hair and straightened his red shirt. “Hello, Rupes. Thanks for the invite,” he said with a teasing wink but then frowned when Angel glared at him. “Spoil sport.”
“Would someone mind telling me what is going on?”
“Sure,” Xander said from the dining table. He had one elbow propped up on it and a donut in his hand, but he explained as best as he could with an unswallowed bite in his mouth. “Spike came back on Friday and kidnapped me and Willow and forced Willow to do a love spell on Drusilla in exchange for our virginal lives.” He stopped to swallow his bite when it was in danger of falling out of his mouth. “Then, the spell went wrong and now Buffy is in love with Spike-”
“It’s not a spell!”
“-and so that we can all stop having nightmares, we need to reverse the spell.”
Giles blinked frantically with a baffled smile on his face. “What?”
“Giles, look,” Buffy said, leveling with him. “They all think I’m under some sort of spell, which is ridiculous because why would I even let that happen? I’m in love with Spike. Is that so hard for everyone to accept? Just tell them that I’m fine and we’ll all go home.”
Giles licked his lips and shook his head with a breathy laugh. “Well, there goes my Sunday afternoon.” He groaned a bit as he sat down at the dining table and removed his glasses for a good polishing. “Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?”
* * * *
It was Angel who managed to relay the events of the past two evenings in a way that Rupert could understand. He was exasperated that any of this had happened while he was away and even more infuriated with Willow for trying to do such a powerful spell on her own.
Not only were Rupert and Spike mad at her, but Oz was ignoring Willow, too. He now knew about the spell and that she’d lied to him, but she didn’t know what else he’d figured out. Cordy was too busy looking at magazines to question it any further. Willow didn’t know how she would make it right, but she had a lot of groveling in her future.
“And you’re quite certain it was Gana you evoked?” Giles said from his standing position near the table, holding a book in one hand and scanning its pages.
“Yes. Here, this is the spell,” Willow said, sliding her book over for him to see.
Giles read it over and pursed his lips as he sat down heavily beside her.
* * * *
Spike and Buffy were sitting on a couch. It was impossible to avoid her, not when she was making moon eyes and rubbing herself against him. She kept whispering in his ear, too, saying all sorts of nasty things she wanted to do to him. He wasn’t a priest, for God’s sake, and if she kept teasing him, he might have to have another go with her. Luckily, Willow called her into the kitchen to help with drinks for everyone so he was left for a moment to calm down and will his erection away.
“How much longer is this going to take?” he shouted in irritation.
“If you hadn’t forced them to do a spell for you, none of this would have happened,” Giles said firmly. “I suggest you crack open a book and help or shut your gob.”
Spike snorted defiantly. He hated these goody two shoes. He had half a mind to say “sod it” and paint the walls red with their blood. But then he saw Buffy standing in the hallway, curling her finger at him with a sexy leer and he was too curious to ignore it. He rose from the sofa and casually wove around the various people in the room on his way to her. They were all so wrapped up in their studies that they didn’t notice.
“You called?” he said teasingly once he caught up to her. She grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and hauled him into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
* * * *
“The problem with Gana,” Giles said, “is that it means so many different things. The Hindus believe Ganas to be attendants of Shiva. But it can also mean a council or a tribe of people. I wish we knew what you unleashed upon us, Willow.”
“I’m really sorry,” she said sincerely. “I-I thought I had it under control, you know? But it did work, even if the subject wasn’t the right one. Do you think we can reverse it?”
“I’m not sure. That’s what we’re going to find out.” He tried to offer her some sympathy but he was still too angry with her for being so foolish. His eyes were stinging from reading fine print for so many hours and he was starving. “I’ll just make something to eat since I didn’t eat on the plane and then we’ll get cracking again.”
He rose from the table and Willow’s chin trembled, her guilt overwhelming her but she managed to hold it inside. She looked to Oz for comfort but he seemed lost in his own thoughts and unaware of her plight.
Giles decided that eggs would be the quickest and easiest thing to make, so he pulled out a skillet and started cracking eggs into it. “Where is my spatula?” he said to himself as he pilfered through his drawers to find it.
* * * *
“I missed you,” Buffy said, panting as she kissed Spike in Rupert’s bathroom.
“Oddly enough, so did I.” He dove back to her mouth and slid his hands beneath her shirt to unhook her bra. “Thought about you all night with your cute little puss all shaved up nice for me. Know it’s wrong but I don’t care. Oh, fuck...” he moaned as her hand slipped down the front of his jeans.
“How can loving you be wrong?” she said dreamily as she stroked his cock. “Touch me.”
His eyes fluttered as he tried to gain composure and then he slipped his hands beneath her bra and slowly twisted his fingers around each nipple, pinching them as he traced her lips with his tongue. He moaned again when she dragged her thumb over the tip of his cock.
“Want you right here, Slayer.”
“You can have me,” she said seductively. “But first, you have to punish me.”
His mouth tore from hers and he looked at her incredulously. “I...I what?”
She batted her eyelashes and slowed down the pace of her hand on his shaft. “I was mean to you yesterday, wasn’t I? I didn’t mean to call you a jerk and ruin your present. That was childish of me. I think I need a spanking.”
“Oh, Slayer...you bad, bad, bad girl,” he said with a leer and turned to suck a nipple into his mouth. “You want me to give you a spanking?”
She nodded, gasping for breath, and then she held something up in the air that she’d been hiding behind her back the entire time. Right as his hands made their way up the back of her skirt to her ass, she said, “Use this.”
He turned his head a bit, still sucking on a nipple to see what she was holding and he chuckled wickedly. He grabbed the spatula from her hand and turned her around to press her front to the wall. “Resourceful little thing, aren’t you?”
She giggled and arched her back, flipping up her skirt so he had full view of her ass. She looked at him over her shoulder, moaning at the sight of him stroking himself. “Come on, do it! Spank me!”
“Don’t have to ask twice.” He licked his bottom lip and raised the spatula high in the air, ready to bring it down on her ass.
* * * *
“Damn!” Rupert cursed. His eggs were burning and he couldn’t find his damn spatula anywhere. He grabbed a large metal spoon and scraped the eggs off the skillet but it was useless. They were ruined.
“Everything ok in here?” Xander asked. He didn’t mean to snicker at the older man, but he couldn’t help it.
“Yes, Xander, as you can see, I have everything under control!” He slammed another drawer shut, checking one more time for his blasted spatula. How did someone lose a spatula?
“All right, well, if you need anything. Just holler. I’m going to the little boy’s room.”
Xander turned to leave, giggling to himself as he walked down the corridor to the bathroom. He opened the door and his arms flew up in the air as if someone had thrown something at him and he ducked, gasping at the sight inside.
“Oh my God, that is huge!” he shouted, unable to tear his eyes away.
Spike, who was about to spank the slayer’s luscious ass while he had a wank, turned and scowled at the intruder. “Close the bloody door!”
“Ahh!” He slammed the door shut and shivered. “There is some really weird, kinky shit going on in there,” he said in a panic, his fingers pointing towards the door.
When the gang turned to look at him curiously, he said, “Please...dear God...reverse that spell. And Giles? You might want to consider buying another spatula. I’m just sayin’.”
When the tell-tale noise of a spatula smacking against flesh echoed through the door, followed by a yelp and a giggle, then a sexy growling noise, Xander ran as far away from the bathroom as he could. He’d seen Buffy’s ass and Spike’s…penis and he really didn’t need to see the latter.
“What is going on in there?” Giles asked, oblivious.
Xander flinched as if he had developed a nervous tick. “Just...work on the spell. Here, give me a book or a tome. Give me something to look at, I don’t care!”
* * * *
A while later Buffy emerged from the bathroom, smoothing down her hair and smiling as she walked out. Spike followed after her, tucking his t-shirt into his jeans and smirking proudly. He patted her on the ass, chuckling when she yelped.
“You’re next,” she teased, nipping at his lips before she turned around once more, on her way to the living room.
“Promise?” he whispered in her ear, following after her. His nostrils flared when she blushed and turned away. He shouldn’t like this as much as he did. But, he figured, once the spell was reversed he’d either be dead or lonely so it wasn’t his fault if he was going to milk it for as long as he could.
“Did you just have sex in there?” Cordy asked.
“Don’t kiss and tell, love,” Spike said, winking. He laughed when Angel growled from across the room, obviously smelling it.
“Ew! There are humans who have to pee in there, you know? And that is disgusting. And really, not very classy, Buffy.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and sat on Spike’s lap once he sat down on a dining chair.
“At least you don’t have the visuals,” Xander mumbled.
“Don’t be jealous, whelp.”
“Right, well, I think I’ve discovered something.” Giles had obviously not been paying attention to the conversation taking place as he was too wrapped up in his studies. “The spell says, ‘May love and lust bind her heart, forever his and never part. Be it true or be it not. Unbreakable unless forgot.’”
“Know that much, Rupes,” Spike said. He leered at Buffy when she nibbled on his ear lobe. Wasn’t his fault if his hand made it up her skirt, was it?
“It’s this one part, um…be it true or be it not. What do you think that means?”
“I thought it just meant that either the subject of the spell loves him completely or not at all,” Willow offered.
“Hmm.” Giles chewed on his lip thoughtfully and placed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “I think in order to reverse the spell we’ll have to find one that combines both love and lust.”
“I have one here,” Angel said. He stood up and walked over to them, holding an old tome of spells. “It’s written in Sanskrit though. Unless you can read it…I might have to translate for you.”
“I can, actually,” Rupert said smugly. He stood beside Angel and the both of them read the incantation. “Well, it’s worth a shot.”
After going over the list of ingredients, they set about to gather them to perform the spell. Rupert sat Buffy in the middle of the room on a chair. She pouted, wishing everyone would realize that she wasn’t under some stupid spell but it seemed they weren’t going to let it go.
“I love you, Spike,” she said to him. He was posturing against the wall but she could tell he was embarrassed. Oh, she loved him!
“It’s been fun, pet,” he said, but he was anxious with nerves. If the reversal spell worked, he might be caught with a stake in his heart before the day was done. He stood by the front door at the ready to bolt now that the sun had set.
Giles and Willow stood on either side of her and began reciting the spell. The room was dark, save for a few candles that encircled the slayer, and as the magic words were spoken, everyone remained quiet. Giles spoke the final line of the spell and with a flourish of his hand, he looked down at Buffy to see if anything had changed.
“See? I told you it wasn’t a spell,” she said happily, swooning at the sight of Spike from across the room, standing with his mouth agape and his eyes wide in shock.
“Oh, good Lord,” Giles muttered. The spell hadn’t worked. Hadn’t done a damn thing. “Well, let’s try something else.”
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