I Think You Want Me
Disclaimer - Joss owns em. I just use them for my own evil purposes.
A/N - Okay, okay, due to popular demand, I think I'll put off the ending a couple of chapters, lol. But dont expect smut! I'm not that kind of writer! so anyone hoping for a naked spike... *sigh* just go put in your tape of Gone' and everyone will be happy. hehe.
**** Chapter 3 - The Vampire's New Clothes ****
When the alarm went off, Buffy leaned over and hit it.
Of course, she wasn't used to Spike's strength, so she ended up smashing the poor clock to bits.
Too tired to notice the fact that she would have to buy a new one, she got up and opened the shades. She stood staring into the morning sun for a few seconds, before her skin started to smoke.
She roared, jumping back. She had forgotten the tiny fact that she was now a vampire. Panting heavily, she clutched her slightly-burnt arm and scowled at the window.
*No wonder Spike complains about going in the sun. That freaking hurt!* She thought to herself.
Standing, she closed the shades, careful to stay out of the light. She ran a hand through Spike's hair, wishing she could see herself in the mirror.
*This just isn't gonna work.* She thought, looking down at the clothes Spike had been wearing. Black shirt, black jeans, black boots. Boring. A wicked grin crossed her face.
She was going to the mall later.
****
Spike woke up slowly when he heard Buffy yell, opening first one eye, then the other.
He was laying on the couch, and a ray of light from the window behind him played upon his face. He smiled at the warmth, and then bolted up, remembering the pain of sunlight.
When he didn't burn, he grinned, looking down at his new body. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the front door, throwing it open and letting the sunlight flood in to the foyer. Giggling like the girl he now was, he scrambled outside and onto the grass, laying down and staring at the sky.
Buffy watched this display from the top of the stairs, and smiled sadly. *Poor Spike. Never gets to go in the light. I never realized...*
Spike bounded back inside, not noticing that Buffy was watching him. He headed straight for the kitchen to get something to eat. Buffy followed him, trying to keep a straight face.
Sleep well? She asked.
He looked up at her, eyes bright. Never better, luv. Was that you I heard screaming?
She glared at him. Just realized the dangers of sunlight. Though I see you've realized the joy of it... Her glare turned to a knowing grin. Spike flushed bright red.
*Bugger. Never blushed in my own body.*
Yeah, well, after not being in it for a century or so, you'd miss it too. Spike answered.
Buffy set about putting pig's blood into a mug, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Spike had already pulled out a bowl of cereal and was pouring milk into it. At the same time, the pair looked at each other and started laughing.
We're getting a little used to this, aren't we? Buffy asked.
And it's only been one night, pet. Spike grew quiet.
Slay... umm, Buffy? Buffy pulled a mug of warm blood from the microwave and tilted her head to Spike.
What umm, what are we gonna do? I mean, how long is this gonna last? I can't go back to my place, obviously.
So you'll stay here until this spell's over. That's not a problem. Buffy shrugged.
Okay. Eventually you and I are gonna have to shower. Get clean somehow. If this lasts for a couple of weeks... At the very least, I'm gonna want to change. I can't wear this outfit out again for a while... His eyes widened in shock. Bloody hell! I'm thinking like you!
Buffy started laughing at Spike's reaction. I was thinking the same thing. Cause as much fun as it is to smell like smoke and alcohol, it's getting old.
So what do we do?
Buffy shook her head. I... I guess we'll just have to shower. And promise not to look at... anything...
At the same instant, they each remembered the dreams they had the night before. Spike blushed again, and looked at his feet. Buffy cleared her throat and drank the last of her blood.
Long minutes passed in silence. Spike was the first to speak.
So, uhh, do you want to go first, or what?
Buffy bit her lip thoughtfully. Actually... do you know a way to get to the mall through the sewars?
Spike raised an eyebrow. Yeah... you're not plannin on taking my body there, are you?
Buffy smirked. Maybe. Look, I've got some errands to run today, and just because I'm not in my body doesn't mean I'm going to put them off. You can come with me if you want... or you can stay here and dance in the sun some more. She grinned at him.
Spike narrowed his eyes. Fine. But I'm not going into any girly store.
Buffy laughed. Deal. Now, let's put some makeup on you, cause I'm not letting my body out of the house looking like that.
Spike's eyes widened in horror, while Buffy dragged him up to her room.
****
Okay, Spike is doing Buffy's makeup. And I thought Spike hugging people was weird... Dawn laughed from the doorway.
Spike shot her an evil glare... or, it would have been evil had Buffy not been putting a light red lip gloss on him. She had him tied to her desk chair, while she stood in front of him, applying the makeup.
Stay still, Spike.
He responded by scowling and tugging at his restraints.
Dawn giggled. Hey Buffy, I think you could use a manicure, don't you think?
Buffy took one of Spike's hands and studied it. You know Dawn, I think you may be right. The corner of her mouth turned up in a half-smile, and Spike recoiled.
No. I will not have you two painting my nails!
Technically, they're my nails, Spike.
I don't care. You can paint them when you get your body back. Now untie me, and we'll go to the mall.
Buffy sighed, capping the lip gloss. She started walking out of the room, when Spike cleared his throat.
She asked.
Aren't you forgetting something, pet?
Buffy looked around the room in confusion, until her eyes rested on the leather duster. She rolled her eyes and pulled it on.
Spike nodded and left the room.
Buffy turned to her sister. We'll be back in a couple of hours. You'll be okay?
Didn't Giles want to meet us all at the Magic Box?
Oh yeah.
Dawn shrugged. Don't worry about it. Not like we can do anything without the two of you there anyways. Go ahead, but don't take too long.
Thanks Dawn. Buffy smiled, hugging the tall teen and heading downstairs.
Spike was waiting at the front door with a blanket in his hands. He tossed it at Buffy, who caught it and looked at Spike questioningly.
Sunlight. I've already pulled off the cover out there. We just need to jump in.
Right.
Buffy covered herself up, and let Spike lead her out the door.
****
Safely underground, they started walking in silence. Spike looked over at his body.
Still odd walking beside myself.
I was just thinking the same thing.
What do you think we're supposed to learn before we get to switch back?
Buffy shrugged. I don't know. Hope we learn it soon...
Ah. We're here.
Spike climbed up a ladder and pushed the cover off the manhole. Buffy stayed in the shadows until Spike gestured for her to follow.
S'ok Buffy. We're in the parking deck. No blanket needed. Hang it on the ladder.
Buffy did as she was told and followed him up, and sure enough, found herself on the lower level of the parking deck right outside the mall.
Interesting. You come here often?
Spike looked embarassed. Uh, no, I...
Buffy giggled and interrupted him. It's okay. Your secret's safe with me.
Once inside, Spike stopped.
Buffy turned around.
How about we just meet back here in an hour?
Buffy nodded thoughtfully. It would give her a chance to buy things without Spike in her way. Okay. One hour. And they parted.
****
Buffy went into the first men's store she came to. The entire store was devoted to the trendy/preppy clothes that men her age were wearing. Stuff Spike would never be caught dead in. She smiled at that thought.
*Good thing he's already dead.*
Pulling things off the racks, she realized that she would have to try everything on. Luckily, she was over the embarassment of doing so after the dream she had the night before.
*Spike's in love with me!*
She smiled happily, and entered the fitting room, hanging everything up and pulling off the duster. She took a deep, unneeded breath, and pulled off the black tshirt.
That's when she remembered she couldn't see herself in the mirror. She scowled. At least that would prevent her from staring at Spike's body all day.
Buffy pulled on a pair of black dress pants and a royal blue, button down shirt. Both fit perfectly, and she mentally congratulated herself on knowing Spike's sizes. *Or is that just his thoughts talking again?*
She wound up buying both the pants and the shirt, plus a black belt, a dark green sweater, and a pair of dark blue jeans. She figured that the clothes were dark enough that Spike wouldn't throw them out, but light enough to actually put color in his wardrobe.
She started to leave, but then thought better of it. Stopping the first salesman she could find, she asked if she could wear it out of the store. The man smiled, and let her change.
Ten minutes later, she left the store to meet her body.
****
Spike stepped into a punk paradise. At first, he could feel Buffy's body acting a little uneasy, but he ignored it. He walked straight to the women's clothes, and grinned wickedly when he realized he would have to try everything on.
Once in the fitting room, he stripped off the clothes he was wearing. Fighting the temptation to also strip off Buffy's bra, he pulled on the various articles of clothing.
He ended up staring at himself for longer than he probably should have, but he couldn't help it. He loved everything about this woman whose body he was in.
*This'll probably be the closest I ever get to her.* He thought sadly.
He chose an outfit: A black muscle tank with a white spider on it, and a short, red plaid skirt. He tried on shoes and found a pair of lace-up, chunky boots to get as well.
He bought everything, then put it all on to wear out.
*Buffy's gonna stake herself.* He grinned.
He was almost out of the store when he realized that he needed jewelry.
He bought a studded leather bracelet and matching choker, and finally, a blood-red lipstick.
Messing up his hair, he left the store to meet Buffy.
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A/N - Will Buffy stake Spike for her new punk princess look? Will Spike eat Buffy for his new preppy look? Stay tuned.
Just figure that Buffy shopped at Structure, and Spike went to, of course, Hot Topic. muahahahaha. Hot Topic amuses me... okay, so it scares me a little, but yeah. Anywho, I'll try to get another chapter up tomorrow. :D
