Chapter 10
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Angel and Spike had just made it to the front walk of the house when Spike stopped and turned to face Angel.
"So what's your plan?" Spike asked.
"Plan? Plan for what?" Angel asked confusedly.
"You know, maybe if you used a bit less of the hair gel, then other people's words might make it through to your brain." Spike smirked.
"For your information, I don't even have any hair gel at the moment. Secondly, those are big words coming from someone whose brain is probably scared from all the bleach. And you use just as much gel as I ever did. Not that I'm complaining, 'cause without it you'd look like Bozo caught in a wind tunnel." Angel replied.
"Oh that's it, you're goin' down you sodding poof." Spike said, as he cocked back a fist to land it squarely on Angel's jaw and sending him reeling. Spike then promptly let out an agonized scream before dropping to his knees. After a few seconds, he spoke up. "Well, that was almost worth it."
A stunned Angel stared at the blond vampire a moment, then started laughing. Small chuckles at first that turned into rolls of laughter.
"Don't see what's so funny here." Spike bit out as he stood back up.
"Well, for starters, seeing you roll around in agony over hitting me is pretty entertaining." Angel managed between laughs.
"Sod off." Spike said with annoyance.
"Then, there's the whole body switching thing. Finding yourself in someone else's body, drunk and sitting on your ass, is fairly amusing if you think about it." Angel admitted.
"Let's not forget you little foray into the land of PMS." Spike continued.
"And Buffy draining me nearly dry while you all relived old memories in the next room." Angel said, as his laughter died down, but he was still smiling. "And getting love lectures from my delusional grand-childe." he paused a moment.
"Yeah, guess it is a bit funny when you think about it." Spike smiled reluctantly. The two walked over to the porch and sat on the top stair.
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"Ok guys, you can let me go now!" Buffy said, a little exasperated.
"Oh, no! I'm not voting for untying her until deadboy and his evil twin get back." Xander said.
"Xander, I'm fine. I don't feel the slightest bit like draining anyone right now. Oddly, I don't even feel like biting you." Buffy added, her brow furrowing.
"Maybe she's feeling better." Willow offered shyly to the others. "I mean, Angel's body should be used to the blood right? Maybe she's full."
"Yes, but what happens when she gets hungry again? Xander here could be killed easily to satisfy her hunger." Anya pointed out.
"Hey!" Xander shouted.
"Guys? Really, I'm fine. And besides, the guys have been gone for hours, so they should be back any minute." Buffy pointed out. "Just for little while. If my belly gets all rumbly, I'll let you tie me back up. Deal?"
"Maybe just a little while would be OK." Wesley tentatively offered.
"Good! Now, these ropes are pinching, so could someone...." Buffy said cheerfully.
"Very well, but we will restrain you if you again if necessary." Giles said pointedly, before he carefully and slowly undid the knots keeping Buffy tied to the chair. Buffy made no effort to pull against the restraints, and once untied she remained in her chair.
"See, it's all good!" Buffy said.
"Perhaps you could help us with a bit of research then?" Wesley asked.
"Sure, anything that gets me out of that chair." Buffy replied.
Buffy had managed to restrain herself for the last 30 minutes while everyone moved about the house, trading books and questioning translations. However, she was finding herself inexplicably drawn to be near Cordelia. It wasn't hunger, she could tell that. She actually still felt full from her earlier feeding. Then, when Cordelia accidentally brushed by her on her way back to the couch, Buffy felt a slight tingle. Her whole being seemed to buzz. This was new. Different. She made her way over to the couch and took a seat next to Cordy.
"You're not feeling all fangy again are you?" Cordy asked with a little alarm.
"Nope, not at all. Though I must admit, I'm feeling.....something." Buffy said, lowering her voice a little.
Buffy seemed to be trapped. She could hear herself saying these words, but Angel's body seemed to be taking over everything. Another voice was niggling at her, telling her what she should be doing. She knew she should be resisting it, but it suddenly she found her own voice gone. She had lost control.
Cordelia found herself being pulled by the hand into the hallway. Before she could react she found herself pushed up against the wall with Angel's body pressed against her own. It wasn't painful or restrictive, just very gently holding her between the two. "Um, Buffy. What're you doing? 'Cause I'm a little weirded out at the moment."
"Mmmm....no talking." Buffy said as she pressed a little more intimately against Cordelia.
Cordelia's eye shot open as big as baseballs as she felt exactly what it was that Buffy was feeling at the moment.
"Buffy, you're not feeling like yourself right now. Why don't you go and lie down?" Cordy fished for response. Buffy stared into Cordy's eyes and a mischievous grin slowly spread across her features.
"Ok, probably not something I should suggest right now." Cordy said. "Giiiiiles." Cordelia called loudly, before Buffy seized her in a very urgent kiss.
Giles came walking into the hallway, "Oh my!" Giles uttered and stood shocked a moment before he snapped back to himself. "Um, Buffy?" no answer. "Buffy? Buffy, perhaps you should go back in the living room. Or maybe a little fresh air would do you some good?" He said firmly pulling on her arm. With Cordelia pushing against Angel's body, the two managed to separate Cordelia and Buffy. Cordelia quickly shot through the doorway and around the corner, leaving Giles alone with Buffy for the moment.
After seeing Cordelia disappear, Buffy turned her head to stare at Giles hand hold her arm and then up into his eyes. Buffy smiled suggestively. Giles quickly dropped his hands from her arm.
"Giles man, Cordy said you might need some help in here?" Xander said emerging from the kitchen, followed closely by Wesley and Anya.
Buffy turned Angels eyes around to glance at each person a moment. Then slowly, moved over to stand in front of Xander. Her hands shot out and she grabbed him, pulling him in for a very wanting kiss.
"Hey, he's my boyfriend! He only kisses me like that!" Anya shouted, swatting Buffy's arm.
Buffy pulled her head back, and grinned madly as Xander sputtered and spat.
"Buffy, perhaps you should sit down. You're obviously not feeling yourself." Wesley offered as he and Giles each grabbed an arm and tried to pry her away from Xander. Buffy started struggling to shake off her captors, and before anyone realized it, the whole melee turned into an all out battle to restrain Buffy, Angel's impressive body and strength posing a considerable obstacle to be defeated.
Willow and Tara had coming running into the hallway just in time to see Giles, Wesley, and Xander taking turns restraining Buffy's arms, and getting thrown around while Buffy laughed. Anya was hopped up on her back, legs around Buffy's waist and was beating her over the head with the small wooden statue from the hall table.
Willow and Tara exchanged glances, before Tara began chanting the words to a sleep spell. As she reached out to touch Buffy's arm to provide the needed contact, Buffy swung around and Tara connected with Xanders shoulder, sending him sliding to the floor in a crumpled heap.
"Oops." Tara said, sending an apologetic glance to Anya.
Willow quickly started up the spell again, and managed to connect with Buffy's chest. As Anya continued beating Buffy with the statue, she started to slow her motions and soon fell to her knees and teetered a moment before collapsing completely to the floor.
Anya now stood panting, over a sleeping Buffy. "That's what you get for hitting on my Xander!" She said as she dropped the statue to the floor and stalked away.
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"All joking aside Peaches, we're going to need a plan here. We've got to get you trained for slaying in Buffy's body, we've got a fledgling tied up in her own house, there's the small matter of your little venture in LA, and you may both be stuck this way for the rest of your lives. So what's your plan here?" Spike asked, looking pointedly at Angel.
"The slaying shouldn't be that hard, just a matter of adjustment. My demon is definitely *not* a fledgling, and as for LA, well....maybe Buffy will, stay here." Angel finished quietly.
Spike gave a small chuckle. "So, it's OK for you to prance of to LA, but she can't leave you here in glorious Sunnyhell?" Spike paused, but as Angel went to reply he held his hands up and quickly added, "Never mind. Right now, the problem is, Buffy is as much a fledgling as the ones we dusted tonight. You're demon may be old, but Buffy's never had to deal with it. She has no control over it, and I don't think she'll fancy being tied up until she get a couple years practice reigning it in." Spike said arching one brow for emphasis.
"I guess I'll have to teach her." Angel said scrubbing his hands across his face.
"Well, no time like the present. Let's go make sure the bird's not flying as high as she was anymore." Spike said, standing up.
As he and Angel walked through the door and into the living room, they stopped and stared at the spectacle in front of them. Buffy was tied up in the chair, just as when they had left, but was surrounded by a magick circle on the floor. Xander was snoring heavily on the couch. Anya was loudly arguing with Wesley, holding one of Buffy's crossbow's in her hand. Giles, Willow, and Tara were all warily watching Buffy, and Cordelia was sitting in a chair clear across the room from everyone else not looking at anyone. And most of them were covered in fresh cuts and bruises.
Buffy slowly turned her head toward Spike and Angel. Her gaze leering at Spike as she licked her lips. She then looked squarely at Angel a moment before she sensuously purred, "Hello lover."
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TBC.....
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Angel and Spike had just made it to the front walk of the house when Spike stopped and turned to face Angel.
"So what's your plan?" Spike asked.
"Plan? Plan for what?" Angel asked confusedly.
"You know, maybe if you used a bit less of the hair gel, then other people's words might make it through to your brain." Spike smirked.
"For your information, I don't even have any hair gel at the moment. Secondly, those are big words coming from someone whose brain is probably scared from all the bleach. And you use just as much gel as I ever did. Not that I'm complaining, 'cause without it you'd look like Bozo caught in a wind tunnel." Angel replied.
"Oh that's it, you're goin' down you sodding poof." Spike said, as he cocked back a fist to land it squarely on Angel's jaw and sending him reeling. Spike then promptly let out an agonized scream before dropping to his knees. After a few seconds, he spoke up. "Well, that was almost worth it."
A stunned Angel stared at the blond vampire a moment, then started laughing. Small chuckles at first that turned into rolls of laughter.
"Don't see what's so funny here." Spike bit out as he stood back up.
"Well, for starters, seeing you roll around in agony over hitting me is pretty entertaining." Angel managed between laughs.
"Sod off." Spike said with annoyance.
"Then, there's the whole body switching thing. Finding yourself in someone else's body, drunk and sitting on your ass, is fairly amusing if you think about it." Angel admitted.
"Let's not forget you little foray into the land of PMS." Spike continued.
"And Buffy draining me nearly dry while you all relived old memories in the next room." Angel said, as his laughter died down, but he was still smiling. "And getting love lectures from my delusional grand-childe." he paused a moment.
"Yeah, guess it is a bit funny when you think about it." Spike smiled reluctantly. The two walked over to the porch and sat on the top stair.
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"Ok guys, you can let me go now!" Buffy said, a little exasperated.
"Oh, no! I'm not voting for untying her until deadboy and his evil twin get back." Xander said.
"Xander, I'm fine. I don't feel the slightest bit like draining anyone right now. Oddly, I don't even feel like biting you." Buffy added, her brow furrowing.
"Maybe she's feeling better." Willow offered shyly to the others. "I mean, Angel's body should be used to the blood right? Maybe she's full."
"Yes, but what happens when she gets hungry again? Xander here could be killed easily to satisfy her hunger." Anya pointed out.
"Hey!" Xander shouted.
"Guys? Really, I'm fine. And besides, the guys have been gone for hours, so they should be back any minute." Buffy pointed out. "Just for little while. If my belly gets all rumbly, I'll let you tie me back up. Deal?"
"Maybe just a little while would be OK." Wesley tentatively offered.
"Good! Now, these ropes are pinching, so could someone...." Buffy said cheerfully.
"Very well, but we will restrain you if you again if necessary." Giles said pointedly, before he carefully and slowly undid the knots keeping Buffy tied to the chair. Buffy made no effort to pull against the restraints, and once untied she remained in her chair.
"See, it's all good!" Buffy said.
"Perhaps you could help us with a bit of research then?" Wesley asked.
"Sure, anything that gets me out of that chair." Buffy replied.
Buffy had managed to restrain herself for the last 30 minutes while everyone moved about the house, trading books and questioning translations. However, she was finding herself inexplicably drawn to be near Cordelia. It wasn't hunger, she could tell that. She actually still felt full from her earlier feeding. Then, when Cordelia accidentally brushed by her on her way back to the couch, Buffy felt a slight tingle. Her whole being seemed to buzz. This was new. Different. She made her way over to the couch and took a seat next to Cordy.
"You're not feeling all fangy again are you?" Cordy asked with a little alarm.
"Nope, not at all. Though I must admit, I'm feeling.....something." Buffy said, lowering her voice a little.
Buffy seemed to be trapped. She could hear herself saying these words, but Angel's body seemed to be taking over everything. Another voice was niggling at her, telling her what she should be doing. She knew she should be resisting it, but it suddenly she found her own voice gone. She had lost control.
Cordelia found herself being pulled by the hand into the hallway. Before she could react she found herself pushed up against the wall with Angel's body pressed against her own. It wasn't painful or restrictive, just very gently holding her between the two. "Um, Buffy. What're you doing? 'Cause I'm a little weirded out at the moment."
"Mmmm....no talking." Buffy said as she pressed a little more intimately against Cordelia.
Cordelia's eye shot open as big as baseballs as she felt exactly what it was that Buffy was feeling at the moment.
"Buffy, you're not feeling like yourself right now. Why don't you go and lie down?" Cordy fished for response. Buffy stared into Cordy's eyes and a mischievous grin slowly spread across her features.
"Ok, probably not something I should suggest right now." Cordy said. "Giiiiiles." Cordelia called loudly, before Buffy seized her in a very urgent kiss.
Giles came walking into the hallway, "Oh my!" Giles uttered and stood shocked a moment before he snapped back to himself. "Um, Buffy?" no answer. "Buffy? Buffy, perhaps you should go back in the living room. Or maybe a little fresh air would do you some good?" He said firmly pulling on her arm. With Cordelia pushing against Angel's body, the two managed to separate Cordelia and Buffy. Cordelia quickly shot through the doorway and around the corner, leaving Giles alone with Buffy for the moment.
After seeing Cordelia disappear, Buffy turned her head to stare at Giles hand hold her arm and then up into his eyes. Buffy smiled suggestively. Giles quickly dropped his hands from her arm.
"Giles man, Cordy said you might need some help in here?" Xander said emerging from the kitchen, followed closely by Wesley and Anya.
Buffy turned Angels eyes around to glance at each person a moment. Then slowly, moved over to stand in front of Xander. Her hands shot out and she grabbed him, pulling him in for a very wanting kiss.
"Hey, he's my boyfriend! He only kisses me like that!" Anya shouted, swatting Buffy's arm.
Buffy pulled her head back, and grinned madly as Xander sputtered and spat.
"Buffy, perhaps you should sit down. You're obviously not feeling yourself." Wesley offered as he and Giles each grabbed an arm and tried to pry her away from Xander. Buffy started struggling to shake off her captors, and before anyone realized it, the whole melee turned into an all out battle to restrain Buffy, Angel's impressive body and strength posing a considerable obstacle to be defeated.
Willow and Tara had coming running into the hallway just in time to see Giles, Wesley, and Xander taking turns restraining Buffy's arms, and getting thrown around while Buffy laughed. Anya was hopped up on her back, legs around Buffy's waist and was beating her over the head with the small wooden statue from the hall table.
Willow and Tara exchanged glances, before Tara began chanting the words to a sleep spell. As she reached out to touch Buffy's arm to provide the needed contact, Buffy swung around and Tara connected with Xanders shoulder, sending him sliding to the floor in a crumpled heap.
"Oops." Tara said, sending an apologetic glance to Anya.
Willow quickly started up the spell again, and managed to connect with Buffy's chest. As Anya continued beating Buffy with the statue, she started to slow her motions and soon fell to her knees and teetered a moment before collapsing completely to the floor.
Anya now stood panting, over a sleeping Buffy. "That's what you get for hitting on my Xander!" She said as she dropped the statue to the floor and stalked away.
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"All joking aside Peaches, we're going to need a plan here. We've got to get you trained for slaying in Buffy's body, we've got a fledgling tied up in her own house, there's the small matter of your little venture in LA, and you may both be stuck this way for the rest of your lives. So what's your plan here?" Spike asked, looking pointedly at Angel.
"The slaying shouldn't be that hard, just a matter of adjustment. My demon is definitely *not* a fledgling, and as for LA, well....maybe Buffy will, stay here." Angel finished quietly.
Spike gave a small chuckle. "So, it's OK for you to prance of to LA, but she can't leave you here in glorious Sunnyhell?" Spike paused, but as Angel went to reply he held his hands up and quickly added, "Never mind. Right now, the problem is, Buffy is as much a fledgling as the ones we dusted tonight. You're demon may be old, but Buffy's never had to deal with it. She has no control over it, and I don't think she'll fancy being tied up until she get a couple years practice reigning it in." Spike said arching one brow for emphasis.
"I guess I'll have to teach her." Angel said scrubbing his hands across his face.
"Well, no time like the present. Let's go make sure the bird's not flying as high as she was anymore." Spike said, standing up.
As he and Angel walked through the door and into the living room, they stopped and stared at the spectacle in front of them. Buffy was tied up in the chair, just as when they had left, but was surrounded by a magick circle on the floor. Xander was snoring heavily on the couch. Anya was loudly arguing with Wesley, holding one of Buffy's crossbow's in her hand. Giles, Willow, and Tara were all warily watching Buffy, and Cordelia was sitting in a chair clear across the room from everyone else not looking at anyone. And most of them were covered in fresh cuts and bruises.
Buffy slowly turned her head toward Spike and Angel. Her gaze leering at Spike as she licked her lips. She then looked squarely at Angel a moment before she sensuously purred, "Hello lover."
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TBC.....