[Buffy/Spike][UE]One Hour Challenge #3
Title: Something Bluer
Author: Aisuru
Email: aisuru_chan@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Challenge Response Fanfic #3. Written in 72 minutes sheepish grin. A week after Willow cast the spell to make her will be done, her reversal spell reverses! Giles is blind again, Xander is being hunted by demons, and Buffy. Has anybody seen Buffy?
"I say, those bananas look rather orange!" Giles said as he looked through the groceries Buffy had brought to his house.
"That would be because they are carrots," Buffy responded. She looked at him with concern. "I thought Willow fixed your eyes," she added.
"Yes, so did I," he answered, "but it would appear that Willow's reversal spell is reversing."
There was a long pause before Buffy gasped in horror. "Oh, no!" she cried. "Does that mean."
"I am rather worried about that myself," was his response.
It had been a week since Willow had cast, and later reversed, her 'my will be done' spell, which had stricken Giles with blindness, turned Xander into a literal demon magnet, and provided Buffy and Spike the romantic inclinations associated with being the newly engaged couple they mistook themselves to be. If Giles' blindness was recurring, Buffy realized, it was possible that her feelings for Spike would return.
"Giles! We have to do something! I can't go through that again!" Even as Buffy spoke these words she remembered flashes of exactly what 'that' entailed. She had complained about 'Spike lips, lips of Spike' when the spell had first been reversed, but the kisses had actually been quite nice at the time. Spike's lips were cool to the touch, so different from the vile remembrance of Parker's warm, insincere touch. Spike's lips had been tender and worshipful one moment and bubbling over with passionate enthusiasm the next. She had only been his fiancée for an evening, but she had experienced that talented tongue's dual with her own, the nipping of his blunt teeth on her lip.
"Buffy? I say, are you all right?" Giles' voice broke into Buffy's dreamy remembrance, and she jumped, startled and, she noted, not nearly ashamed enough at the topic of her wandering thoughts. She was glad that his weakening eyes would miss her blush. She muttered a noncommittal phrase before escaping into the darkening evening.
***
It was a dark and boring night. A night you could throw tantrums on and steal cookies. Spike had, in fact, eaten the last of the cookies he had nicked from the local convenience store, and was now attempting the tantrum. He drained the last drops of vodka from the bottle he had been nursing before hurling it against the wall of his crypt, grinning in satisfaction as the bottle exploded into millions of sparkling fragments of glass.
"Sparkling, just like her eyes," he muttered before shaking himself roughly and allowing a feral growl to escape. "No! I won't let this happen, not again. She's the Slayer, and if it weren't for this bloody chip I'd." He paused mid-rant as he envisioned all the things he could do to Buffy, with Buffy, were he free of the chip. Wonderful, violent things that would make her cry out in pleasure.
"Stop it, stop it, just bloody stop it!" he roared to himself.
"Stop what?" a voice said behind him.
He spun around, annoyed that he - a master vampire - could be so distracted as to miss something as potentially life-threatening as the Slayer's entrance into his lair. He also found himself enchanted by her beauty and feline grace as she approached him. He just stared at her until she repeated her question: "Stop what?"
"What?" he asked, taking his own predatory step towards her.
Buffy looked more closely at Spike, watching the movement of his muscles under his shirt, the promise of violence and something much more enticing in his burning gaze. Suddenly neither could remember that a question had been asked. Their eyes held only answers.
Their lips met, fire on ice, and they melted into each others' arms.
***
Willow was lounging on her bed, her back propped up against the headboard, when the phone rang. She was thankful for the interruption. As much as she had loved her Introduction to Psychology course when the semester began, now all it did was remind her of Oz's departure. She was sure that she had most of the disorders mentioned in her text, and that she would be both alone and - lucky her - crazy for the rest of her life.
"Hello, Willow speaking," she said into the phone, forcing herself to use her I'm-inherently-a-happy-person-and-this-is-a-good-experience-in- learning-who-I-am voice.
"Willow!" Xander cried, his pitch high with panic. "Did you do that 'my will be done' spell again?"
"What? No. I've been studying," she answered, guilt and annoyance matched equally in her voice.
"Well, something is going on," he replied, out of breath. Willow could hear breaking glass in the background, and the sound of Anya shrieking. "I seem to be a demon magnet again!"
"What? Oh, no, Xander!" Willow gasped. "Where are you?"
"I'm at Giles' place. I had hoped you'd be here. Oh, and Giles is blind again."
"I'll be right there," she promised before rushing out of her dorm room and into the deadly Sunnydale night.
***
"Willow was unable to enter Giles' house because of the sheer numbers of demons and monsters surrounding it. They were banging on the door and windows, but it was apparent that none had been able to break in. Hiding out of view, she cast a spell that froze the creatures in place. It only lasted for a matter of seconds, but it bought her enough time to rush into Giles' home.
She was immediately accosted by a terrified teenage boy and a thousand-year-old vengeance demon turned mortal. "I'm so glad you're here," Xander exclaimed.
"You know this is all your fault, right?" Anya accused. "I'm not being mean or inappropriate," she added with a sidelong glance at Xander. "It's the truth. Your reversal spell wasn't nearly powerful enough. Try again."
"I know, you're right," Willow said with a guilty sigh. Not only was she the world's worst girlfriend, but she was apparently the world's worst witch as well. "I'm a bad witch," she added. "A very bad witch."
"Well, less of the Wizard of Oz analogies," - Willow cringed at Xander's accidental reference to her abandoning ex-boyfriend - "and more with the making me no longer a demon magnet."
"Yes, and if you could cure my blindness while you're at it I would be much obliged," came Giles' sarcastic voice from the kitchen. At the sound of one of his windows breaking he added, "but do fix Xander's problem first."
Correcting 'Xander's problem,' as Giles had so nicely put it, was easy with only the one spell to focus on at a time. The sounds of the creatures outside disappeared almost immediately, although Giles' window was still quite broken. When Giles' cure had been spoken, he scowled at the broken glass. "I take it fixing this will require more than baking cookies and detailing your car again?" Willow asked hesitantly. Giles didn't answer.
They basked in a strained but happily monster free silence for several long moments, broken with Xander's loud exclamation of, "Oh, no!" He looked ill. "Buffy! We forgot about Buffy!"
"Oh, you mean Buffy and Spike? Yes, they must be into some serious smooches by now!" Anya quipped, happy at the thought of anyone enjoying sexual pleasures, for she enjoyed them all so very much.
***
Buffy and Spike were curled up together on the top of the stone sarcophagus. Buffy's head was nestled on Spike's bare chest, and she was sucking lazily at the fingers of his left hand. In his right hand Spike held a cigarette. Buffy released Spike's fingers long enough to take her own drag from the cigarette. She coughed. "What a nasty habit!" she exclaimed.
"I know I am but what are you?" Spike answered smugly.
Amused by his answer, Buffy rested her head on his chest again, picking up where she left off on her finger-tasting. "Let's not ever be separated again," she gushed between tastes. Spike growled his agreement, pulling her tighter against his side.
***
The first thing Xander noticed when he entered the crypt was the clothing scattered about the floor. He noticed the suckling noises next. It was with great trepidation that he raised his eyes to the sarcophagus the noises emanated from.
"Quick, Willow, cast the spell!" he cried in alarm at the sight he took in. "Oh, I am scarred for life," he moaned, covering his eyes.
"I think its cute," Anya said, slipping her arms around Xander.
"Not now," Xander pleaded. "I have never been less in-the-mood in my entire life!"
Buffy drowsily lifted her head. "Oh, hi guys," she said before remembering that she was naked. She dove for Spike's duster, which was on the floor next to the sarcophagus.
"Keep your eyes off my lady's backside, Whelp!" Spike growled as he saw Xander's eyes slip. Xander covered them again with his hand.
"Well, here goes everything," Willow muttered, dreading the moment the Slayer and the chipped vampire would come to their senses. The gang knew the spell had worked when Buffy screamed.
THE END.
~ I need to thank my onee-chan for providing me with the first line of my story, her challenge to me. She hasn't yet picked out an author name, but when she does I will shamelessly promote her work. ~
Title: Something Bluer
Author: Aisuru
Email: aisuru_chan@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Challenge Response Fanfic #3. Written in 72 minutes sheepish grin. A week after Willow cast the spell to make her will be done, her reversal spell reverses! Giles is blind again, Xander is being hunted by demons, and Buffy. Has anybody seen Buffy?
"I say, those bananas look rather orange!" Giles said as he looked through the groceries Buffy had brought to his house.
"That would be because they are carrots," Buffy responded. She looked at him with concern. "I thought Willow fixed your eyes," she added.
"Yes, so did I," he answered, "but it would appear that Willow's reversal spell is reversing."
There was a long pause before Buffy gasped in horror. "Oh, no!" she cried. "Does that mean."
"I am rather worried about that myself," was his response.
It had been a week since Willow had cast, and later reversed, her 'my will be done' spell, which had stricken Giles with blindness, turned Xander into a literal demon magnet, and provided Buffy and Spike the romantic inclinations associated with being the newly engaged couple they mistook themselves to be. If Giles' blindness was recurring, Buffy realized, it was possible that her feelings for Spike would return.
"Giles! We have to do something! I can't go through that again!" Even as Buffy spoke these words she remembered flashes of exactly what 'that' entailed. She had complained about 'Spike lips, lips of Spike' when the spell had first been reversed, but the kisses had actually been quite nice at the time. Spike's lips were cool to the touch, so different from the vile remembrance of Parker's warm, insincere touch. Spike's lips had been tender and worshipful one moment and bubbling over with passionate enthusiasm the next. She had only been his fiancée for an evening, but she had experienced that talented tongue's dual with her own, the nipping of his blunt teeth on her lip.
"Buffy? I say, are you all right?" Giles' voice broke into Buffy's dreamy remembrance, and she jumped, startled and, she noted, not nearly ashamed enough at the topic of her wandering thoughts. She was glad that his weakening eyes would miss her blush. She muttered a noncommittal phrase before escaping into the darkening evening.
***
It was a dark and boring night. A night you could throw tantrums on and steal cookies. Spike had, in fact, eaten the last of the cookies he had nicked from the local convenience store, and was now attempting the tantrum. He drained the last drops of vodka from the bottle he had been nursing before hurling it against the wall of his crypt, grinning in satisfaction as the bottle exploded into millions of sparkling fragments of glass.
"Sparkling, just like her eyes," he muttered before shaking himself roughly and allowing a feral growl to escape. "No! I won't let this happen, not again. She's the Slayer, and if it weren't for this bloody chip I'd." He paused mid-rant as he envisioned all the things he could do to Buffy, with Buffy, were he free of the chip. Wonderful, violent things that would make her cry out in pleasure.
"Stop it, stop it, just bloody stop it!" he roared to himself.
"Stop what?" a voice said behind him.
He spun around, annoyed that he - a master vampire - could be so distracted as to miss something as potentially life-threatening as the Slayer's entrance into his lair. He also found himself enchanted by her beauty and feline grace as she approached him. He just stared at her until she repeated her question: "Stop what?"
"What?" he asked, taking his own predatory step towards her.
Buffy looked more closely at Spike, watching the movement of his muscles under his shirt, the promise of violence and something much more enticing in his burning gaze. Suddenly neither could remember that a question had been asked. Their eyes held only answers.
Their lips met, fire on ice, and they melted into each others' arms.
***
Willow was lounging on her bed, her back propped up against the headboard, when the phone rang. She was thankful for the interruption. As much as she had loved her Introduction to Psychology course when the semester began, now all it did was remind her of Oz's departure. She was sure that she had most of the disorders mentioned in her text, and that she would be both alone and - lucky her - crazy for the rest of her life.
"Hello, Willow speaking," she said into the phone, forcing herself to use her I'm-inherently-a-happy-person-and-this-is-a-good-experience-in- learning-who-I-am voice.
"Willow!" Xander cried, his pitch high with panic. "Did you do that 'my will be done' spell again?"
"What? No. I've been studying," she answered, guilt and annoyance matched equally in her voice.
"Well, something is going on," he replied, out of breath. Willow could hear breaking glass in the background, and the sound of Anya shrieking. "I seem to be a demon magnet again!"
"What? Oh, no, Xander!" Willow gasped. "Where are you?"
"I'm at Giles' place. I had hoped you'd be here. Oh, and Giles is blind again."
"I'll be right there," she promised before rushing out of her dorm room and into the deadly Sunnydale night.
***
"Willow was unable to enter Giles' house because of the sheer numbers of demons and monsters surrounding it. They were banging on the door and windows, but it was apparent that none had been able to break in. Hiding out of view, she cast a spell that froze the creatures in place. It only lasted for a matter of seconds, but it bought her enough time to rush into Giles' home.
She was immediately accosted by a terrified teenage boy and a thousand-year-old vengeance demon turned mortal. "I'm so glad you're here," Xander exclaimed.
"You know this is all your fault, right?" Anya accused. "I'm not being mean or inappropriate," she added with a sidelong glance at Xander. "It's the truth. Your reversal spell wasn't nearly powerful enough. Try again."
"I know, you're right," Willow said with a guilty sigh. Not only was she the world's worst girlfriend, but she was apparently the world's worst witch as well. "I'm a bad witch," she added. "A very bad witch."
"Well, less of the Wizard of Oz analogies," - Willow cringed at Xander's accidental reference to her abandoning ex-boyfriend - "and more with the making me no longer a demon magnet."
"Yes, and if you could cure my blindness while you're at it I would be much obliged," came Giles' sarcastic voice from the kitchen. At the sound of one of his windows breaking he added, "but do fix Xander's problem first."
Correcting 'Xander's problem,' as Giles had so nicely put it, was easy with only the one spell to focus on at a time. The sounds of the creatures outside disappeared almost immediately, although Giles' window was still quite broken. When Giles' cure had been spoken, he scowled at the broken glass. "I take it fixing this will require more than baking cookies and detailing your car again?" Willow asked hesitantly. Giles didn't answer.
They basked in a strained but happily monster free silence for several long moments, broken with Xander's loud exclamation of, "Oh, no!" He looked ill. "Buffy! We forgot about Buffy!"
"Oh, you mean Buffy and Spike? Yes, they must be into some serious smooches by now!" Anya quipped, happy at the thought of anyone enjoying sexual pleasures, for she enjoyed them all so very much.
***
Buffy and Spike were curled up together on the top of the stone sarcophagus. Buffy's head was nestled on Spike's bare chest, and she was sucking lazily at the fingers of his left hand. In his right hand Spike held a cigarette. Buffy released Spike's fingers long enough to take her own drag from the cigarette. She coughed. "What a nasty habit!" she exclaimed.
"I know I am but what are you?" Spike answered smugly.
Amused by his answer, Buffy rested her head on his chest again, picking up where she left off on her finger-tasting. "Let's not ever be separated again," she gushed between tastes. Spike growled his agreement, pulling her tighter against his side.
***
The first thing Xander noticed when he entered the crypt was the clothing scattered about the floor. He noticed the suckling noises next. It was with great trepidation that he raised his eyes to the sarcophagus the noises emanated from.
"Quick, Willow, cast the spell!" he cried in alarm at the sight he took in. "Oh, I am scarred for life," he moaned, covering his eyes.
"I think its cute," Anya said, slipping her arms around Xander.
"Not now," Xander pleaded. "I have never been less in-the-mood in my entire life!"
Buffy drowsily lifted her head. "Oh, hi guys," she said before remembering that she was naked. She dove for Spike's duster, which was on the floor next to the sarcophagus.
"Keep your eyes off my lady's backside, Whelp!" Spike growled as he saw Xander's eyes slip. Xander covered them again with his hand.
"Well, here goes everything," Willow muttered, dreading the moment the Slayer and the chipped vampire would come to their senses. The gang knew the spell had worked when Buffy screamed.
THE END.
~ I need to thank my onee-chan for providing me with the first line of my story, her challenge to me. She hasn't yet picked out an author name, but when she does I will shamelessly promote her work. ~