Shoe on the Other Foot (SotOF)
By Penmom
As you well know, the usual things apply. This is a short work that has been rolling around in my head for weeks. Place this in mid Season 6. Whether I continue is up in the air. Premise - Xander and Spike switch bodies Feedback! I love it - I can't wait to see what you make of this!
Chapter Two - One Long Night
OK, he won't admit it out loud but the walk home was cool. It was like having night vision goggles. Everything was incredibly clear. Was this what Anya gave up? Maybe he'll ask. She's never really talked too much about the whole vengence gig. Hell, maybe this will help him understand her better.
Somehow focusing in on Anya has his focusing in on Anya - her skin, her scent - some spicy perfumey scent, even her blood, and her heartbeat. It is intoxicating - to an overwhelming extent.
She's talking but he's too caught up in the sound of her voice to actually follow the content. With effort, he catches himself - 'OK, Xan - just because you are in Captain Peroxide's demony body, it doesn't mean that you are a depraved starker of those that smell good!'
Gee, how did Spike manage to follow any conversation? It was like having a monumental case of ADHD. Everything is distracting. He feels like he is going to hop right out of his skin.
He listens to Anya as they go up the steps. "And so, I'm thinking that chicken would be better than beef at the reception." She is not at all thrown by the switch-a-roo of the century. OK, so he guesses that having a one thousand-year-old ex-vengeance demon for a fiancée does have its finer points.
He opens his mouth to respond to her musings when he suddenly slams into an invisible wall. "Ahn?!"
She turns quickly, "Oh, I guess Spike hasn't been invited in before, huh? I guess the whole invite thing applies to the physical body --- I once dated a thorax demon in the sixth century ---"
"Ahn!, For God's sake, invite me in!" he counters as he feels his face tighten again.
"OK, OK, come in. You're going to disturb the neighbors and I'm hoping that the Greenburgs are going to give us a nice wedding present!""
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Twenty minutes later, Anya is on the phone with Buffy. Buffy is still watching Xander's body and Spike over at the Magic Shop. It seems that Xander is having more trouble getting his game face down again.
Putting her hand over the receiver, Buffy calls out to Spike who is finishing the rest of a take-out pizza. "Spike, Spike! Stop eating, will you! Xander can't get his game face down again. He's need some help!"
Spike answers irritably, talking with his mouth full, "What do I look like a bloody how-to manual?"
His comment is met with a look of sheer exasperation from Buffy. Her look causes him to drop the jokes and answer seriously albeit quietly, "Wanker needs to eat, tis' all. I hadn't had any 'nutrition' before our little mishap."
Rolling her eyes, Buffy is back on the phone to explain the situation.
Dreading an outing with Spike, Buffy takes a deep breath. "Come on, we've gotta go pick up some pig's blood for Xander." she announces matter-of- factly as she starts to pull the chair out from under him.
"Hey now, I'm eating!"
"Not now you're not and anyway, you're going to be sick if you don't stop."
Walking with this Xander-shaped Spike is weird. While Buffy is used to Spike trailing an inch or two closer than anyone else, she is also used to his physical presence - his size such a masculine match to her own and his graceful silence as he hunts beside her. But now, she is overwhelmed by this new size. He seems to be hunching over her as if to compensate for his newfound bulk.
"Spike, hold off with the pizza-breath, will you!" she asks as he stumbles into her for the second time in so many minutes.
She has turned to admonish him. Used to being able to look him in the eyes, she finds herself looking up a good three or four inches more than usual. In the time that it takes her to assimilate the change, he is clasping her upper arms in his big hands and pulling her to him, his head coming down to meet her flaming hazel eyes. His mouth stops an inch or so from hers before he encounters a scrunched up slayer nose and an "eeewww".
Taken aback by her response, he steps back only to trip over his own - no Xander's feet - yet again. Before he can think of a suitable response, she is at it again, "I mean, kissing Xander, it would be like incest or something. Plus I promised him that I would watch you!" With that she turns and marches on toward his crypt.
Trailing after her, he sounds like a Whelp himself, "Buffy, come on! I mean, look - what's it going to hurt. It's not like you're going to give him a black eye. What he doesn't know won't hurt him!"
And so, our star-crossed lovers continue thus engaged.
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By the time Buffy and Spike arrive, Xander is curled up in a fetal position on the sofa, his face pressed in a pillow.
"I told him that he could simply bite me. In some circles it is considered quite erotic but he wouldn't hear of it." Anya supplies.
At the comment, Xander-shaped Spike smirks but the blush that accompanies the smirk pretty much ruins the desired affect. "I imagine Buffy would know" he says benignly.
Catching Buffy's predictably murderous look, he continues on, "being a slayer and all, I would think she'd be up on things such as that."
Anya seems oblivious to their flirtatious exchange as she carries the take- out into the kitchen, ignoring the body on the couch. "I must say, this mishap better be finished soon, I refuse to return Xander's tux for another size!"
As she prepares a big mug in the microwave, Anya glances at the clock. "You may as well stay for breakfast at this point. We can try out one of the wedding presents - a waffle iron from Xander's cousins from Trenton." The mention of breakfast catches Xander-shaped Spike's attention and he accepts the offer before Buffy has a chance to decline.
While Xander sheepishly drinks one, then two mugs of hot fluid, Buffy searches for a way to get a break from babysitting. This entire thing is going to blow her secret with Spike if she isn't careful. She is interrupted from her half made plans, when Xander-shaped Spike jumps up and declares excitedly that he needs to use the facilities.
Seeing his glee over a bodily function, she thinks to herself "This is going to get so much worse!"
By Penmom
As you well know, the usual things apply. This is a short work that has been rolling around in my head for weeks. Place this in mid Season 6. Whether I continue is up in the air. Premise - Xander and Spike switch bodies Feedback! I love it - I can't wait to see what you make of this!
Chapter Two - One Long Night
OK, he won't admit it out loud but the walk home was cool. It was like having night vision goggles. Everything was incredibly clear. Was this what Anya gave up? Maybe he'll ask. She's never really talked too much about the whole vengence gig. Hell, maybe this will help him understand her better.
Somehow focusing in on Anya has his focusing in on Anya - her skin, her scent - some spicy perfumey scent, even her blood, and her heartbeat. It is intoxicating - to an overwhelming extent.
She's talking but he's too caught up in the sound of her voice to actually follow the content. With effort, he catches himself - 'OK, Xan - just because you are in Captain Peroxide's demony body, it doesn't mean that you are a depraved starker of those that smell good!'
Gee, how did Spike manage to follow any conversation? It was like having a monumental case of ADHD. Everything is distracting. He feels like he is going to hop right out of his skin.
He listens to Anya as they go up the steps. "And so, I'm thinking that chicken would be better than beef at the reception." She is not at all thrown by the switch-a-roo of the century. OK, so he guesses that having a one thousand-year-old ex-vengeance demon for a fiancée does have its finer points.
He opens his mouth to respond to her musings when he suddenly slams into an invisible wall. "Ahn?!"
She turns quickly, "Oh, I guess Spike hasn't been invited in before, huh? I guess the whole invite thing applies to the physical body --- I once dated a thorax demon in the sixth century ---"
"Ahn!, For God's sake, invite me in!" he counters as he feels his face tighten again.
"OK, OK, come in. You're going to disturb the neighbors and I'm hoping that the Greenburgs are going to give us a nice wedding present!""
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Twenty minutes later, Anya is on the phone with Buffy. Buffy is still watching Xander's body and Spike over at the Magic Shop. It seems that Xander is having more trouble getting his game face down again.
Putting her hand over the receiver, Buffy calls out to Spike who is finishing the rest of a take-out pizza. "Spike, Spike! Stop eating, will you! Xander can't get his game face down again. He's need some help!"
Spike answers irritably, talking with his mouth full, "What do I look like a bloody how-to manual?"
His comment is met with a look of sheer exasperation from Buffy. Her look causes him to drop the jokes and answer seriously albeit quietly, "Wanker needs to eat, tis' all. I hadn't had any 'nutrition' before our little mishap."
Rolling her eyes, Buffy is back on the phone to explain the situation.
Dreading an outing with Spike, Buffy takes a deep breath. "Come on, we've gotta go pick up some pig's blood for Xander." she announces matter-of- factly as she starts to pull the chair out from under him.
"Hey now, I'm eating!"
"Not now you're not and anyway, you're going to be sick if you don't stop."
Walking with this Xander-shaped Spike is weird. While Buffy is used to Spike trailing an inch or two closer than anyone else, she is also used to his physical presence - his size such a masculine match to her own and his graceful silence as he hunts beside her. But now, she is overwhelmed by this new size. He seems to be hunching over her as if to compensate for his newfound bulk.
"Spike, hold off with the pizza-breath, will you!" she asks as he stumbles into her for the second time in so many minutes.
She has turned to admonish him. Used to being able to look him in the eyes, she finds herself looking up a good three or four inches more than usual. In the time that it takes her to assimilate the change, he is clasping her upper arms in his big hands and pulling her to him, his head coming down to meet her flaming hazel eyes. His mouth stops an inch or so from hers before he encounters a scrunched up slayer nose and an "eeewww".
Taken aback by her response, he steps back only to trip over his own - no Xander's feet - yet again. Before he can think of a suitable response, she is at it again, "I mean, kissing Xander, it would be like incest or something. Plus I promised him that I would watch you!" With that she turns and marches on toward his crypt.
Trailing after her, he sounds like a Whelp himself, "Buffy, come on! I mean, look - what's it going to hurt. It's not like you're going to give him a black eye. What he doesn't know won't hurt him!"
And so, our star-crossed lovers continue thus engaged.
***********************
By the time Buffy and Spike arrive, Xander is curled up in a fetal position on the sofa, his face pressed in a pillow.
"I told him that he could simply bite me. In some circles it is considered quite erotic but he wouldn't hear of it." Anya supplies.
At the comment, Xander-shaped Spike smirks but the blush that accompanies the smirk pretty much ruins the desired affect. "I imagine Buffy would know" he says benignly.
Catching Buffy's predictably murderous look, he continues on, "being a slayer and all, I would think she'd be up on things such as that."
Anya seems oblivious to their flirtatious exchange as she carries the take- out into the kitchen, ignoring the body on the couch. "I must say, this mishap better be finished soon, I refuse to return Xander's tux for another size!"
As she prepares a big mug in the microwave, Anya glances at the clock. "You may as well stay for breakfast at this point. We can try out one of the wedding presents - a waffle iron from Xander's cousins from Trenton." The mention of breakfast catches Xander-shaped Spike's attention and he accepts the offer before Buffy has a chance to decline.
While Xander sheepishly drinks one, then two mugs of hot fluid, Buffy searches for a way to get a break from babysitting. This entire thing is going to blow her secret with Spike if she isn't careful. She is interrupted from her half made plans, when Xander-shaped Spike jumps up and declares excitedly that he needs to use the facilities.
Seeing his glee over a bodily function, she thinks to herself "This is going to get so much worse!"