A/N: Again, it takes me forever to update. Well… this chapter can be more exciting then.

And when should they switch – i.e, what should be the cause. Should it be when they're both perfectly happy. Should it be when they're both equally full of passion – when? Any scenarios will do… I just need more ideas.

Mimi: Thank you. I'm trying to make it just that. Romantic, yet sexy. Not just the chapter – the whole story.
GirlNextDoor: Thank you! They'll definitely switch again… but when?
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: Thanks. I'm glad you like. They switched when they were kissing. I'm thinking about when they should switch. Should it be when they're both perfectly happy. Should it be when they're both equally full of passion – when?
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The bell rang, signifying the end of English class. Buffy gathered her books and walked towards the door where she saw Angel.

"Buffy. Could I have a word?" he asked her.

She looked at him and raised her eyebrows. She wasn't sure how to feel about him now. He wasn't boyfriend material anymore.

She nodded and followed him down the corridor to his locker.

"Spike."

Buffy looked over her shoulder but didn't see Spike anywhere. "What?"

"I just have to talk to you about him…" Angel glanced around, "I realize you… he… well… he likes you. And…"

"Should you be telling me this?" Buffy asked him.

Angel shrugged. "I just want you to know… he's… well. He's fragile. He looks tough and all that… but recently… he's been… delicate."

"And I can do delicate. You know, Angel, I really could like him. We could have something. Spike… he's… I… He's such a beautiful person. I know guys hate to be called beautiful and all that but… I really… like him…"

Spike swerved into an empty classroom when he saw Angel and Buffy talking. He listened, trying to hear their conversation. He heard Angel say something about delicacy… Then…

"And I can do delicate. You know, Angel, I really could like him. We could have something. Spike… he's… I… He's such a beautiful person. I know guys hate to be called beautiful and all that but… I really… like him…"

Spike smiled softly. He stepped out of the classroom and leaned into Buffy's ear. "I really like you too, love." He whispered, his breath coming out hot on her ear. She shivered visibly in front of him.

She span around and came face to face with Spike.

She didn't know whether to smile at him, kiss him or run away from him. So she did none. She panicked, a look of fear most likely present in her eyes.

"Spike, my man. How've you been?" Angel asked.

Spike shrugged, never breaking eye contact with Buffy.

"I'm going to the cafeteria. For lunch," Angel said. He waved slightly, before nodding and walking off.

"So I'm pretty then?" he asked her.

Buffy blinked at him. "I'm sorry?"

"You said I was… what were the words… 'A beautiful person'… So I'm pretty?"

Her bottom lip quivered slightly, but still, she forced the corners of her mouth into a smile.

"Look… Summers… I know that Angel is the object of all your bloody fantasies and all that… and I'm nothing special… but I really-"

Buffy silenced him with her mouth. She put hers to his in mid-sentence. Her eyes closed slowly, and she licked his bottom lip, begging entrance to his mouth. He parted his lips slightly and she dove in, stroking his tongue with her own.

She tasted him, and him, her. She put her arms around his neck, lifting herself up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He backed her into a locker, never breaking contact with her lips.

She broke away for air and he continued to make a line of kissed down her neck. She moaned slightly, pressing her body against him. Her breasts flattened against his chest and her legs wrapped more securely around him, before she claimed his mouth once more.

He pressed her further up against the lockers, his erection painfully evident to the both of them. She panted into his mouth and they attacked each other with violent passion. Her already tiny dress rode up her legs, showing her lacy black thong to the entire corridor. Spike grinned and ran his hands up and down her bare thighs appreciatively.

"I…" Buffy breathed, "Really… really …like you…"

Spike smiled against her mouth, still kissing her.

She pulled back slightly. "Can we do this again later?"

He smiled again. "Just name a time, date and place."

She giggled and kissed him softly on the earlobe, "Tonight…" she licked it then moved to the other side and repeated the action, "Anytime after eight…" she kissed his lips softly, "At mine."

He chuckled slightly. "Won't your mother mind?"

"What she doesn't know can't hurt her," she whispered against his lips, "Aren't I getting heavy?"

"Light as a feather, love."

"Really…" she kissed him softly, "Not…"

"Your place, after eight, then?"

She nodded, kissing a line across his jaw. He moaned, moving his head back to allow her better access.

"Didn't know you were available for such…" he groaned, "open displays of affection…"

She looked down at his crotch, noting that she should stop now, before she got carried away… What the hell… she was already carried away.

She licked his ear, softly biting it as she made her way back to his lips.

"Apparently I thought wrong then?"

She kissed him, sucking on his mouth, passion overwhelming her.

Spike moaned, returning equal passion to her.

Both broke away, gasping for air. "God. I have never… that was… never… in my life…"

"That was the best bloody snog of my life," Spike muttered into her ear and she nodded her agreement.

School finally finished for that day and Buffy basically skipped home. When she reached the front door, – hours late home because she had been talking to her friends - she took a deep breath before entering.

"Mom?" she called.

Joyce called out from the kitchen where she was making tea.

"Hey…"

"Buffy Anne Summers. Where were you this morning?" Joyce demanded.

"I… well…" Think fast, Summers… "William wanted to walk me to school today. And he's a really slow walker. And he had drama practice… that I was going to watch… but it ended up… cancelled."

Joyce looked thoughtful for a minute. "Where were you last night then?"

"What?"

"You weren't in your room. I went up to see why you weren't making a scene about me embarrassing you in front of William… and you were gone."

"Oh. I… I'm really sorry. I went to the Bronze," she lied. It was better than her mom thinking she was out having sex with William… Spike.

"How many times have I told you? I want to be notified if you are going out at night! I'm sorry, Buffy. But I have no choice but to ground you."

Buffy's eyes widened. Now it was time to make a scene. "What? For how long?"

"Only a week. I am going away for a few days at the end of the week… but that means no Bronze, no friend's houses and no William until Saturday."

"Where are you going?"

"A close friend… is sick. I have to visit her. I will be back on Tuesday or Wednesday… unless she gets worse. Then I could be there for an extended period of time. I trust you will be responsible," Joyce stirred her tea, "Now… for the moment… your grounding stands and you must go to your room."

Buffy nodded, "Goodnight, mom."

"Good night, dear. And Buffy?"

Buffy turned around.

"Thank you for being an adult about this."

She nodded and walked up the stairs into her room. She shut her door and locked it, walking over to her wardrobe.

Forgetting that Spike was coming over, she pulled her dress off and walked over to her underwear drawer. She scanned it, settling on a frilly black thong and matching black bra.

Changing into the underwear, she walked over to her wardrobe and searched for something to sleep in. She settled on her black camisole. She didn't need anything warmer. The weather was unusually hot at the moment.

Turning around to draw the blinds, her eyes widened as she saw Spike.

"Spike?" she hissed, walking over to the window and sliding it open.

Spike licked his lips.

"Were you… watching me?" she asked as his hungry gaze traveled over her body.

"Only a little…"

"You sick… perverted… why didn't you tell me you were there?" she asked, stomping her foot.

"You're absolutely breath-taking, sweet."

She blinked at him. Then she ran across the room and jumped up on him, wrapping her arms and legs around him. His arms went around her waist as she attacked him with kisses.

"Why were you gone so long?" she asked between pecks.

"Had to get this…" he reached around and picked something off the window sill. Then he held out a box.

She dropped off him as she looked at the small box. "What is it?"

He handed it to her. "Merry Christmas, Buffy."

A/N: I want to update all my fictions today, so I'm cutting this one short. Please review if you like or dislike it! I would love to know what you think.

Happy Holidays everyone…