Last night had been amazingly. . . odd. It was tender and loving, soft and compasionate. Completely opposite of their usual nights. Sex to Spike was two grinding bodies compelled together humping like bunnies for hours on end. That's what they usually did. It was nothing more than a way to feel, for her at least. Or it once was. Last night. . .changed things. She was starting to see the man behind the monster. She was starting to. . . no. It's not love. It would inever/i be love.
But for once Buffy didn't feel the necessity to leave right at this instance. Maybe that was because he hadn't opened his mouth yet. He was still fast asleep, pratically dead to the world.
She traced her fingers along his stomach, outlining the muscles of his abs. He didn't even twitch. She remembered when he used to do this to her. Awake her with the chilly sensation of his tounge inside her. She ran her fingers down and found his semi-hard. She straddled him and brought her mouth down gliding it up and down his shaft. Spike shifted slightly at the touch and a deep groan emmited from his throat. Buffy brought her tounge to the tip and circled it just how he liked it.
The sensation was too much for Spike and he couldn't act asleep any longer. He kept his eyes closed as his hand reached down to Buffy's hair, a sign for her to keep going.
"Oohh, Anya," he moaned.
Buffy's head snapped up. Her eyes were filled with anger and hurt. Of all of Spike's games, roleplaying was not one of her favorites. He had never used it on her before and now was not the best time either. Unless it wasn't a game. . .
"What did you just say?" she demanded.
Spike finally opened his eyes at the strange voice. And what a sight it was to see. What was she doing here? And in that position?! It had to be a dream, that was the only explination for it. Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream. But the Slayers' eyes kept glaring at him. This really wasn't a dream.
"B-Buffy?!"
He looked down to where her mouth had just been. "Woah! Not mine!" he exclaimed at the very long and very hard cock. He tried to squirm away but she was still straddling him.
"Spike? Is this some kind of joke?" Every syllable was dipped with outrage and confusion.
Had she just called him Spike? This was too weird. He looked around the room as his fear grew up inside him. This wasn't the apartment. This was the vampire's crypt! His heartbeat excellerated and his breathing became heavier. . . only he didn't need it. He brought one of his hands up to his chest and lay it over his heart. No beat. He slowly brought his hands up in front of his face and just like he guessed, they weren't his.
This wasn't Xander Harris' body, this was Spike's!
He was up faster than you could say 'abracadabra' or any other term you could use to say he was faster than. He was trembling all over and Buffy was still staring at him, waiting for him to say something. But what could he say? 'Hey Buffster! Guess what? I'm trapped in Spike's body and you just went down on me and oh yeah, I know about you two gettin on with the dirty!' This was a total nightmare.
So many thoughts were racing through his mind and all the time Xander was just trying to reign them in and keep breathing the unneeded air. He should have felt totally humiliated that he was naked in that moment, but the thought barely crossed his mind. After all it wasn't exactly his body that he'd have to be embarrased in. He wasn't even thinking about the spell or Anya or the fact that she would be waking up to Spike in his body. All he could concentrate on was the half naked Buffy in front of him.
How could Buffy be so stupid? Had the fact that Spike was a souless killer just vanish from her mind when she jumped into bed with him? And how long had she been having this fling behind everyone's backs? He could feel the anger boiling inside and the pain and jealousy ripping through him.
Xander was hurt more than anything. Hurt because his bestest friend couldn't turn to him. Was there really that much of a wedge between them? But Xander couldn't see that; he was cloaked. And it was time to do something.
"What the hell do you thing your doin' here, Slayer?" he asked trying to best imitate Spike. But he didn't have to because he was in Spike's body which ment he had Spike's voice.
"What do you mean?" she said in all sincerity.
As Xander started to pace back and forth as he always did when he was nervous and distressed, Buffy slowly climbed out of the bed. She must have thought this was a game the way she strutted herself so playfully. Xander was awestruck. So many times in high school he wished he could be where he was in that instant, gazing upon her beauty. His eyes were traveling along her breasts and down her golden stomach to her. . . Xander shuddered as he came out of the moment. He spun away from her so to not be tempted.
"God, put on some clothes will you." he exagerated the harshness in his tone as he looked for some pants.
Her eyebrows furrowed a bit and she flinched at the insult. Spike was acting like he didn't even know who she was, what she could do. She'd stake him in an instant if he. . .but the thought was usless; she never would. She wasn't sure if it was for pity or something else that she never could stake him. Since he got the chip at least.
"What is wrong with you?" she asked as she looked for her clothes.
"Absolutley nothin', pet."
"Then why are you acting like all of a sudden you switched from Dr. Jeckle to Mr. Hyde?"
Xander hesitated at his answer. If he acted now it would almost guarantee that Buffy would never look twice at Spike again. Hopefully though she wouldn't act too soon in staking him that he could get out of this god forsaken body. Although he wasn't enjoying the thought of drinking down some blood, he was starting to get hungry.
He turned back around to answer her. "Listen, sometimes we do things, spur of the moment an' all, that in the end we regret deeply and profoundly and unfortunatly unforgetably. This is just one of those things so if you just push off, don't say a word to anyone we'll all be the better for it." Xander drawled out, his tone almost mocking her current insecurity.
Buffy was baffled at his response. "Are you saying that iyou/i are embarrassed of. . .to be with ime/i?" she asked slowly. "Mr. iI''m-so-in-love-with-the-Slayer-that-I-follow-her-around-stalking-her-every-move/i?"
"Yeah, pretty much. And please, he never loved you. It was all some stupid fascination. . ."
"He?" she asked not sure what Spike meant with that line.
"Spi-" Xander started but caught himself before any damage was delt. "I mean I, I never loved you."
Buffy felt as if she had just been taken down and beaten over and over and over again. She felt filthy and used. She had been the new toy dangled in front of the puppy. And now that he got it, played with it and ripped its insides out, he had no use for it anymore. Just another collectable to be stacked in the garbage.
"You son-of-a-bitch! How could you do that to me?" Her eyes began to burn with the familiar sensation of tears. Buffy was adamant that she would not let them fall, not in front of him.
She was now fully clothed, only missing her jacket and boots. Spike wasn't expecting the heavy punch to his face. That was a good thing because it ment it hurt even more. He staggered back a bit and tripped over the side table and fell to the floor.
"Ow," he whined forgetting once again who he was supposed to be. It was harder than it looked; to keep reminding yourself that you are the vampire you loathe and despise. "Why'd you hit me? That hurt."
"Oh great now I get to deal with a spoiled neutered vampire. What, too tired to play punchbag-Buffy?"
"Duh, chip," replied Xander pointing to his head.
"Have you gone completely nuts? Or do you not remember the night you told me how I came back wrong, beat me up and fucked me into oblivion bringing the house down with us?" Buffy said hastily with all her emotions.
Spike didn't remember because Spike wasn't here. Xander didn't want to hear this, didn't want to know this much. His stupid imagination kept taunting him with crude images of them. Over and over again, he couldn't stand it.
"Get out," he growled.
She didn't have to be told twice.