CH.7: Wrong

Buffy was currently smashed against the wall with a very hard body pressed against her, a cool mouth doing wondrous things to her own, and some very naughty wandering hands and wow oh wow it felt so very nice.

DING-DONG!

Buffy yanked her mouth away and let out a little shriek. The doorbell! It rang! While she was making out with Spike!

And she thought she was fucked up before.

Pushing Spike away with a quick glare and "That never happened," she ran to the door and smoothed her hair and clothing before opening it.

"Angel!" Buffy gaped at her sorta-boyfriend on the porch.

"What are you doing here?" She asked with a glance to make sure Spike wasn't behind her-check-no blonde vamps.

"I was checking up on you. I didn't see you tonight." He explained.

"Huh?" Was all she could say.

"Main Street? You and I were gonna have a patrol date," Angel clarified while giving her a look, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Buffy finally managed, "Just…really tired…and Giles gave me tonight off too. Needed some majoring cramping time."

Angel had a sad look on his face and Buffy felt a huge wave of guilt. Instead of patrolling with her non-evil vampire boyfriend she'd been making out (MAKING OUT!) with an evil vampire who Angel just happened to hate. And someone she thought she hated too.

No, she still hated him; it was just the bond and its icky lusty feelings.

"Buffy?" Angel called again at the blonde who was spacing out.

"Huh?" Buffy once again managed to space out. Good going Summers, she berated herself.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?" Angel asked more then said, unsure of Buffy's weird behavior.

"Uh-huh," She replied then remembered the annoying butthead in her kitchen. Said annoying butthead who was now behind her. With a little 'eep!' Buffy closed the door a little so only her head stuck out.

"You know, Angel I think I'm gonna be cramming again tomorrow, I'll see you on Tuesday." She said quickly, gave him a peck on the cheek and slammed the door.

Her back against the door, she glared at Spike.

"He almost saw you!" She hissed.

Spike just shrugged, "He's a ponce."

"He's not a ponce, whatever the hell that is. He's sweet and nice and doesn't annoy the hell out of me." She said pointedly and then headed up the stairs.

"Then tell me pet why you didn't tell your lover boy about our little spell mishap," Spike asked her.

She turned towards him with gritted teeth, "Because by Tuesday morning this," She motioned a finger between them, "Will be nothing but some wacky nightmare. What happened before was pathetic and bad."

"And here I thought it was getting good," He leered taking a few steps up the stairs.

Buffy pushed him back so he stumbled, "Goodnight Spike."

And with that she locked herself in her room.

Sighing, Buffy flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling.

Her mind couldn't even begin to wrap itself around the events that had just occurred.

Kissing Spike had been a bad idea. She knew that and from now on she was going to stay far away from Spike and his parts and focus on her boyfriend, Angel.

Oooh, Spike parts.

GAH! She groaned, her naughty brain rearing its ugly head.

When this was over she was so not talking to Willow for a week.

'Night Slayer, have some nice dreams about me,' Spike said in that should-be-illegal voice.

'Go to hell Spike,' She said trying not to let his voice affect her. By Monday, she reassured herself by echoing her previous words, it would be a horrifying nightmare and everything will be back to normal, whatever that was.

I hope, she thought quietly.

Spike smirked as he could feel Buffy close the 'door' between them, creating a barrier so he couldn't talk to her or feel her. God that bitch was the queen of denial, couldn't even listen to her own body. But Spike knew exactly what his body was telling him, and he fully intended to have it.

Before the spell was ended, the Slayer would be putty in his hands.

(A/N: Okay i know you people are probably like :okay we got the fighting and the sexualtension, now when is that tension gonna turn into gasp-SEX? Don't worry-promise you it's def. coming up. And there will be a little more of a plot- I know, I know-who knew I could write a plot? So keep those reviews coming- i love 'em!)