In one of the science rooms at Sunnydale high school. Willow, the best friend to Buffy the vampire slayer is busy grinding the ingredients for the anti-love spell in a ceramic bowl. Xander, her oldest friend and unwanted attraction walked into the dark room and headed toward Willow. "Whoa! It smells like church in here," he commented before he sniffed the air. "No, wait... Evil church."
"It's just chemistry stuff. An experiment," Willow said offhand focusing on her work in front of her.
"So, you said when you called," Xander responded before asking her. "Why do I have to be here?"
"It'll help you on the exam. You're way behind," Willow told him. She hated lying to her oldest friend, but she knew it was for the best. All she needed was his help with one or two items and then he could be on his way, known the wiser as to what she was doing and then the spell would be cast then everything would be alright.
"But that's why you love me, right?" Xander said good naturedly while he bobbed his head. "Academically dangerous?"
Willow ignored his comment and his mood. "Here," she handed him a raven feather all business. "Hold this."
"A feather. And who will I be tickling?" Xander grinned then he ran it along Willow's check, and for a moment she enjoyed it and giggled, but her rational mind quickly took over and she gruffly nudged his hand aside.
"Shush," she warned him. It was moments like this that the spell would remove she decided then and there. This is why she was casting it. Xander isn't too happy about that, but knows it has to be that way. Willow checked her spell book careful to follow the instructions. These types of spells were known to be very complex and risky. "Okay. Bring mixture to a boil..." She lit the Bunsen burner below a flask of liquid.
"I assume this isn't going to make us late for our evening of bowling magic?" He remarked to her. She might have told him that it was a science experiment, but it felt like that this was magic 101.
At the mention of magic Willow jerked up facing him all defensive. "There's no magic! I mean, bowling, yeah. Cordelia and Oz are gonna meet us here later."
"Can we turn these lights on?" Xander asked her before he noticed something familiar about the book Willow is working from and steps around her to get a better look. "Is that a spell book?"
Willow tried to obscure it with her hand. "No, no, no! Chemistry book."
"Wait a minute. This is love spell stuff! You're doing a love spell?" Xander said looking at all the items on the tabletop and he recognised a few from his own experience last year of hiring Amy the witch to cast one when Cordelia broke up with him.
"No! Of course not! This is a purely scientific..." Willow lied before he picked the book up and shows her its title: 'Witchcraft' she gave up with the act. She winced when his scowl aimed at her. "...De-lusting spell... for us. I thought it would go better if you didn't know," she admitted to him defeated.
The young man couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. "Are you nuts, or have you forgotten that I tend to have bad luck with these sorts of spells?" He asked her raising his voice.
A challenge for a challenge. Willow raised her voice back at him. "But you said you wished that these feelings could just go away."
"Yeah, I wish for a *lot* of things!" Xander snorted. "I told you I wished I was a fireman when we were in sixth grade, but you didn't follow through on that!"
Willow was amused. "I can't do this anymore, Xander! I mean, this whole 'us' thing is" she gestured between them. "...bleagh!"
"So, do you really need to resort to the black arts to keep our hormones in check?" He threw her way.
His accusation stung her deeply, as he knew it would. Willow tried to calm down. "At this point, I'm thinking 'no'."
Turning his back on her, he ran his hand slowly through his hair. Everything's a mess in his life right now. There are no answers, and none of the questions seem to make sense. "I'm gonna get the lights," he walked to the light switch, "clean this place up before they get here." He clicked them on, "and start asking questions." As soon as he finished uttering his words Spike aka William the Bloody aka the vampire walked into the room behind him and grabbed him around the neck.
"Xander!" Willow said startled and shocked. Spike started to choke Xander, who struggled hard, but can't get free.
"I need to borrow the little girl. You don't mind, do you?" Spike mocked as he strangled the young man before him. Xander kicked out with his legs against the wall shoving Spike and himself across the room and into Willow's workstation. She shrieked as the ingredients all crashed and mixed together causing a flash of light startling all three of them. The light blinded them covering the room before disappearing almost as soon as it appeared.
Spike however wasn't fazed for as long as the two mortals and threw Xander aside to the floor. The brunette tried to get up, but Spike punched him hard. Behind them grabbed a microscope and came at Spike with it. He stopped her in mid-swing. "Threatening me?" he growled at the redhead. "That's not nice." Xander got back up. "We're all gonna be very best friends." He yanked the microscope from Willow's grips and swung it around into Xander's temple. The boy goes down, out cold.
"Xander!" Willow cried out rushing over to him, but Spike grabbed her bringing the scared girl to face his vampire.
Neither the two noticed that Willow's ingredients were now all mixed together causing the opposite effect as to what she intended. Instead of delusting just herself and Xander, the spell now caused all of the population of Sunnydale to fall in lust apart from Willow and Xander. The affects would start slow but build and build overpowering a person's reasons and logic. Everyone would feel an intense sexual desire towards someone and be driven by a desire to achieve sexual gratification. The spell stimulates the production of the sex hormones oestrogen and testosterone inside the brain both of which play a major role in lust and attraction. Pretty soon the whole town would be in heat… perhaps Willow should have listened to Xander and put the spell book away.
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Locking the door behind him Spike made his way down the stairs carrying a box that had a bunch of spell stuff he lifted earlier from the Magic Shop along with Willow's magical stuff. In the room Willow sat on the edge of the bed, wide eyed and terrified while next to her Xander lay on it, still unconscious, sporting a nasty head wound. Spike simply dumped the contents of the box on the bed before he throws the box away. "A spell for me," he says simply. "You're gonna do a spell for me."
"Um, what... kind of spell...?" Willow asked him clearly confused.
"A love spell! Are you brain dead?" Spike roared back already her fed up with her stupid pathetic questioning. He thought she was meant to be the smart one. He abruptly turned and moved to a chest, fishing out a half-finished bottle of mescal and took a mighty swig. "I'm gonna get what's mine," he announces loudly. "What's mine! Teach her to walk out on me... what are you staring at?" he notices her look.
"Nothing," Willow said trying to act natural. Or as natural as one could be with a crazed vampire holding one hostage.
"You can do it, right? Make Dru love me again? Make her crawl?" He asked her eager and almost desperate. No make that truly desperate. The idea of seeing Dru crawl on her hands and knees over hot coal crying out her love for him made him feel all giddy inside… no wonder he was nursing a hard one inside his jeans.
"I... I can try..." she offered.
He quickly stalked over to her before grabbing her by the back of the head, brought her close. "What are you talking to me about trying? You'll do it!"
"Yes! I'll do it!" Willow said with much conviction.
He smashed the bottle on a bedpost. "You lie to me," he said threateningly while holding the jagged end inches from Willow's face. "I'll shove this through your face! Do you want that? All the way through to your brain!" She had luminous fair skin the vampire mused to himself seeing her face up close, freckles hidden by a light foundation of makeup, her hair as vibrant as a fire… maybe he had too much to drink.
The redhead is practically crying with terror, weakly mewling. "No... please... no..."
He stopped, dropping the bottle, his own eyes welling up. The anger deflating as abruptly as it came. After a moment he spoke up again. "She wouldn't even kill me," he confessed. Unsure of what to do or say Willow remained rigid, waiting for the worst, but Spike is clearly spent. He let the odd tear trickle from his face as he continued recalling his recent break up. "She just left. She didn't even care enough to cut off my head, or light me on fire. Was that so much to ask? Some little sign that she cared." He sat down next to her, and Willow is still unsure what to do. This guy was meant to be wild animal. A brawler and yet here he was acting like someone had run over his favourite puppy. "It was that truce with Buffy that did it," he told her starting up again. Due to the effects of the lust spell, a reason Spike had no clue of, he was feeling all romantic and wishful opening himself up rather terrorising the little girl. "Dru said I'd gone soft; wasn't demon enough for the likes of her. I said it didn't mean anything; I was thinking of her the whole time; she didn't care. We got to Brazil, and she was just different, just... I gave her everything... jewels, beautiful dresses - with beautiful girls in them, nothing made her happy. And she would flirt..." He spoke with disgust. "I caught her on a park bench making out with a Chaos Demon. Have you ever seen a Chaos Demon? They're all slime and antlers, they're disgusting; she only did it to hurt me... I said I wasn't putting up with it anymore, she said fine, I said, yeah, I've got an unlife, you know... and she said... she said we could still be friends! Oh-God, I'm so unhappy!" Unable to help himself he burst into some serious tears, burying his head in Willow's shoulder.
And the award for more surreal moment in her life goes to... Willow really does not know what to say or do. Here was Spike one of the most fearsome vampires on record crying on her shoulder. "There, there," she offered hoping he would burst into a cloud of ashes.
"Friends! How could she be so cruel?" Spike whined into her neck. He held onto her, letting the sobs subside and they do with his grasp becoming a little tighter, more sensual, his face in her neck advancing to nuzzle. She began to look increasingly alarmed as she realised his hold was becoming altogether different than pathetic or deadly. "Mmmmm... your neck, that smell..." he muttered against her skin. He lifted his face up to meet her level and it's gone full blown vampire. "I haven't had a woman in weeks," he said with of various implications.
Willow sprang up. "Whoa! No! Hold it!"
"Well, unless you count that shopkeeper..." he considered to himself. The little red head would be a wonderful victim and he imagined her screams of both pain and pleasure would be music to his ears. All his thoughts of Dru and his revenge on her had gotten him worked up and he bet he could make this little girl squeal. He suspected she was a right little minx. Oh, another fantasy just popped into his head.
"Now hold on!" Willow spoke up holding firm. "I'll do your spell, and, and I'll get you Drusilla back but there's no bottles in the face and there's no "having"! Of any kind! With me. All right?"
Spike blinked hard seemingly coming to his senses for a moment. He stood up, growling but a moment later his face morphed back to human. "All right. Get started." He said firmly. What was he thinking? Was he really entertaining the idea for a quick shag with the slayer's witchy friend? 'Focus Spike' his mind screamed. 'You got a plan and now don't blow this!'
She started rummaging through the stuff. "I'm not a real witch, you know. I'm not... sure it'll work right away," she said trying to stall for time and come up with an escape route out of this.
"Well, if at first you don't succeed, I kill him, and you try again." Spike replied pointing at Xander who lay on the bed unconscious.
"This... isn't enough," Willow told him.
"What?" Spike frowned looking at the contents on the bed. Seemed like there was anything and everything they would likely need right here.
"There's other ingredients," Willow explained to him trying to send him on a wild goose chase. "And I need a book, a spell book. This isn't it."
"You've got one, though? At home?" Spike offered her.
"Not at home... I left it somewhere..." she certainly didn't want to him to go to her house and meet then likely kill her parents.
Spike got in her face. "Where?"
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Buffy grunted as she tired to focused harder on her training and exercise. She knew if Giles were here, he would be complaining in his tweed about her lack of focus and technique and by all accounts her slayer mind should be focusing on her movements and rhythm. However instead all that was going on inside her head was a broad spectrum of desires that she had boiling inside of her, from the raunchy and degrading to the loving and trusting. She sighed closing her eyes and stopped skipping for a moment. The blond slayer was wound up tight. Patrolling might be a handy excuse to take out frustrations on some unsuspecting evildoer, but deep down she knew what she really wanted. Perhaps her longing and need that she felt inside her was due to seeing her ex… Angel again and spending time with him. From nursing him back to earth she had spent increasing amounts of time in his presence. A presence she longed for and craved but it had only caused her more confusion.
She knew that they could never be together. That if they were again, he would lose his soul but oh how she longed for it. Longed for his lips, his touch, his scent on her skin. Longed to give him pleasure. But sadly, fairy tales had no place on the Hellmouth especially when they had all the hallmarks of a bad soap opera. She was having a hard time not fantasizing about her beloved vampire. A dozen fantasies flitted through her head. Some were sweet, some were frightening, some were raunchier than anything she'd imagined before, and some were just embarrassing. All threatened to have her moaning on the spot. Little did the vampire slayer know that this was all caused by Willow's delusting spell which now a lusting spell was slowly affecting people's thoughts and emotions. She like many of the rest of the town was restless and unable to stop thinking of intimate and passionate moments. This would increase every hour as the town would fall deeper and deeper into lust.
Grunting in frustration as thoughts of Angel continued to plaque her mind, she would have to head for a cold shower at this rate! She opened her eyes and breathed deeply returning to start skipping her rope praying that it would lead her to loose herself in her workout and cause her some distraction. Suddenly Oz and Cordelia came storming into the library. 'Two distractions right on cue,' she thought to herself as she dropped her rope and went to meet up.
"Thank God you are here!" Cordelia exclaimed.
"Yeah! Not all of us have dates tonight," Buffy quipped.
"Something's up," Oz the werewolf stated causing to frown. The three of them headed to the science room and looked around at the mess that Cordelia and Oz had discovered.
"We were supposed to meet in here," Cordelia explained to Buffy. "I don't know what could have happened."
Buffy frowned looking at Willow's botched experiment. "What is all this stuff? I'm thinking weird science," she mused wondering what her best friend was up. She knew that Willow was being bolder and more confident in spell casting but what could this one be in aid of?
"Was Willow messing with her magic tricks again?" Cordelia wondered out loud. "Maybe they disappeared. Maybe she turned Xander into something fishy!" The taller girl was clearly worried looking a little less polished than her normal flawless self, but Buffy thought that made her look a little more...hot? She frowned where had that come from?
"Whatever happened, there was obviously a fight." Buffy said checking out the damage in the room.
"I don't see any blood," Oz replied to her. He rarely spoke having often found himself in the company of people who could do all the speaking: Devon, his friend and lead singer of his band could do all the boasting that a lead singer could do, Willow, his girlfriend could nervously babble with the best of them and Cordelia who he was standing next to could start and finish a conversation all by herself.
Buffy nodded. "Yeah, either they were taken, or they ran, or maybe..."
The brunette interrupted her "You're having too many ors! Pick one!" she snapped at the vampire slayer. Buffy was the pro at this stuff. She would know what to do.
Sure enough, she could almost see Buffy slipping into Slayer mode, taking charge and making decisions. Even when Cordelia was more antagonist than friend, she was always able to respect Buffy when she got into this persona. You didn't argue with Buffy when she was the Slayer, you obeyed, and you lived. It was attractive in a way Cordelia thought to herself and then vowed not to think like that again for as long as she lived… a vow which lasted all of 5 seconds.
"I don't know. I need you guys to find Giles, okay? I'm gonna look for them. Maybe they didn't get too far."
"Where is Giles?" Cordy asked the slayer. This was getting better and better. Her boyfriend was missing, Giles was busy drinking tea somewhere and she was busy wondering what Buffy's lips would be like to kiss.
"Uh, he's at a retreat in the clearing in Breaker's Woods," Buffy told her.
Oz spoke up at this point. "Yeah, I know the spot, but it's like a forty-five-minute drive." It was in a nice spot near where he had once taken Willow in his van for a picnic.
"So, motor!" the slayer ordered to her friends and with that they each all went on their respective missions. When Buffy Summers, the slayer gave orders one listened, and one stayed alive. Buffy headed to the library and strode in, heading straight to the cage where Gies kept his weapon's cabinet within. The phone went off before she had so much of a chance to open it and she rushed over to the counter to answer it. "Giles?" She hoped it was him as that would save time and possibly lives.
"Hi, Buffy. You still working out?" Buffy sighed it was her well meaning but often badly timed mother on the other end. She knew the woman meant well and had was still very much adjusting after learning that Buffy was a vampire slayer but now was not the time.
"Uh, no, Mom, actually..." Buffy replied keen to get off the phone and get moving on her search for her friends.
Joyce interrupted her "I was hoping that we could schedule a college talk later tonight. I admit I... overreacted before," the older woman admitted while moving in her kitchen. "You don't have to go all the way across the country." She took a seat at the island. "I, um, picked up some brochures from some nearby schools, okay?"
Buffy sighed. "That's great, but now's really not a good time..."
"Hello, Joyce," came Spike's very recognisable voice through the phone which caused Buffy's eyes widen with recognition. Joyce turned and looked behind her and seeing Spike standing crucially inside the doorway of her house. Back at the library. Buffy's expression turned to horror when she realized that it's Spike. She dropped the phone and ran from the library in speeds only a Slayer can. She was sick with worry about what that demonic creature might do to her mother before she got there.
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Joyce poured some coco as Spike continued to talk with his voice thick with emotion. "So, I happen to walk by, and she's making out with a Chaos Demon! And I said, you know, I don't have to put up with this, and she said, fine, and I said, fine, do whatever you want! I thought we'd make up, you know..." He meant to just pop in grab the magic spell book the redhead needed to cast his spell and depart. However, things had quickly changed in the sense that he had found the slayer's mother all alone in the house. Easy pickings he had decided what he hadn't expected was for her to get him to open up. It must have been the annoying good-looking mug of coco she had just made for herself. Whatever he was always a sucker for a good drink and chance to talk about himself. So here he found himself sitting on a stool spilling his guts and confessing the world to the slayer's mother.
"Well, she sounds very unreasonable," Joyce said with much sympathy. The poor man had been telling her all about his failure in love for awhile now and it was refreshing to hear drama occurring to someone else and not her. She had been at first startled by his sudden appearance in his house but for some unknown reason he hadn't attacked her and she hadn't screamed. They had gotten to talking and here they were sharing coco.
"She is!" confirmed Spike. The silly cow had really seemed concerned about his and Dru's breakup which he liked. Of course he already imagined her death in glorious fashion with the white walls and glossy surfaces caked in her flesh and blood plus her head would make a nice centrepiece in place of those damned silk flowers, he would make a point of snapping her neck when she wasn't looking. It would be quick death. "She's out of her mind! That's what I miss most about her," he sighed longingly recalled his beloved Dru. Now she wouldn't touch him to scratch him.
"Well, Spike," Joyce begins offering the lovelorn vampire some advice. This had certainly been more eventful than an evening she had expected which was another night alone in front of the TV while Buffy was out again on patrol. She had hoped her only child would join in her looking over college applications and brochures but that seemed to be a bust. Still, she was at least having an entertaining evening with this lovesick and passionate vampire. Despite his stories involving death he looked so damned young, and innocent even with his bleached blond hair. "Sometimes, even when two people seem right for each other, their lives just take different paths. When Buffy's father and I started having trouble_"
"But this is different!" Spike whined interrupting her. "Our love was eternal! Literally!" He pouted looking at his mug before turning back at her and suddenly Joyce couldn't help but be a little fixated by his icy blue eyes. He was a very handsome man if unsubtle in his appearance. From the bleached blond hair to the razor-sharp cheek bones to his long leather coat. He was all spice with a killer attitude… and maybe she had been watching too many soap operas. "You got any of those little marshmallows?" Came a question snapping the mother out of her thoughts.
"Huh?" Joyce said looking confused.
"You got any of those little marshmallows?" Spike asked bemused. It amused him to see Joyce as flustered as a schoolgirl. He was a good reader of people and could tell the lonely mother had probably gotten wrapped up in some fantasy about yours truly. The silly woman had clearly been alone and lonely for some time or maybe vampire loving ran in the family. Hmmm there was only one way to find out about that one.
Joyce took a step back from admiring the vampire. "Let me look," she uttered as she turned back to the dishes. The hand on her shoulder startled her. She twisted round. He moved so fast. He had her pressed up against the counter, narrow hips firmly planted between her startled thighs before she had time to react. His kiss was on the edge of savagery, his tongue sliding cool and silken into her mouth, his lips swallowing her protest. She tried to push him off, but he lay on her cold and heavy as stone. This isn't like Hank, her former husband's kisses, or any other man's kisses she's familiar with, for that matter. Taste of booze and cigarettes notwithstanding, then there is the cold lips and lack of breath however it must be said Spike is a man who knows how to kiss. The traitorous bit of arousal he'd ignited didn't burn out at the reminder of what he was, and what he was capable of. Instead she couldn't help but enjoy this letting out a moan of protest as he pulled away from her. "Why did you do that?" She asked him confused. His eyes had gone dark in his pale face, he licked his lips; her own lips felt swollen.
Spike frowned. Why had he done that? He had gone from sharing a cup of hot chocolate to kissing the mother of the slayer. By blood relation to the slayer that alone warranted a painful, bloody death and yet he seemed to have gotten lost in the moment. She had been so nice and understanding listening to him vent about his issues with Dru but still kissing her?! Had he lost his mind? Best not to consider that one. Instead Spike simply shrugged carefree and moral free. "Why not? We're both free, needy, and over 21." He took a half-step towards her, that killer grin slowly opening in his face. "Promise not to do anything you don't want me to…" he leered at her as he leaned back in, and she couldn't help but let out a girlish giggle as their lips met again. The unlikely pair kissing and tasting each other, all wrapped up in each other as Spike pushes a willing Joyce onto the kitchen table sending college brochures onto the ground.
Outside Angel is walking up slowly to the house, carrying the brochures Buffy left behind at the mansion. He knew it was a poor excuse to see Buffy, but he couldn't help but be drawn to her. He had seen her daily since his return and despite their best efforts they still felt longing towards each other. The stolen kiss they had shared one seen by Xander had occurred with ease and was all he could taste on his lips. He was a weak man he knew but he had to see her. Looking ahead he saw the back door open and walked up to it but stopped in shock at the sight of Spike and Joyce making out there. His feet are rooted in the spot as his mind is totally blank at the image in front of him before he considered what might occur and reacted, growling and flying through the door, except, he can't, and he smacked hard into the invisible barrier with all the force of a really talented mime. Breaking away from Spike, his talented lips and his cold hand under her top Joyce screamed and jumped back into a corner. Spike merely smiled cockily and more calmly joining her at her left side. "Spike!" Angel growled his name as if it was poison.
"Oh my god," cried Joyce full of fear and clutching at Spike as if he was her protector. "Get away from here!"
"Yeah, you're not invited!" Spike taunted Angel while enjoying having Joyce's warm body pressed up against him. He would been enjoying doing a great many things to this body if it wasn't for this great big poof arriving on the scene.
"He's crazy. He'll kill us!" Joyce turned to Spike.
"Not while I breathe!" Spike said powerfully before admitting. "Well, actually I don't..." he couldn't help but meet Joyce's eyes and the pair gave into their passion and lean in kissing again despite the fact that Angel was a few feet away from them.
The vampire's mind is entirely blank as he watches Buffy's mother move from first base to second base with Spike of all people. "Joyce, listen to me!" he snapped at the pair keen for them to stop which thankfully they did. He had no desire to see them at third base.
"You get away from this house!" Joyce barked at Angel. "I'll stake you myself."
"You're a very bad man," mocked Spike while sliding his hands down Joyce's body making a real show of things in front of his former mentor. He would quite happily shag the slayer's mother right in front of good old Angel right here and now and given how the woman wasn't exactly fending off his advances maybe she was interested in such a proposal.
"Joyce, you can't trust him! Invite me in!" Angel pleaded with the woman to see sense and reason. As Spike cups Joyce's ass while giving her neck a good kiss and suck the elder vampire wants to spit out the blood he had earlier. "You touch her, and I'll cut your head off!"
"Yah?" Spike laughed. "You and what army?"
"That would be me," came a voice from behind him. He turned only to get a roundhouse kick that knocks him away from Joyce and clean off his feet. He landed in a corner and looks up in fury at his attacker. Buffy the bleeding vampire slayer. He might have noticed her scent if he hadn't been too busy fondling her mother. The slayer stood over him, looking imposing and still keeping her eyes on him she spoke up to her pet vampire. "Angel, why don't you come on in."
Angel stepped in and fearful Joyce stepped away from him. "Oh no," she uttered as she tried to gather her senses. One minute she was sharing coco with Spike the next minute she was about to drag him to her bed and now she had another evil vampire in her house… had she been drinking?
"You shouldn't have come back," Buffy told Spike full of hate.
Ever the bad boy Spike merely grinned "I do what I please."
"Okay, I'm confused again..." Joyce said from the corner of the room as she A) tried to work out who was a good guy and bad guy in the room and B) tried to come up with a logical reason why she was kissing Spike. So far, she had nothing.
Spike made a move toward Buffy only for Angel to slam him back into the wall. Buffy grabs a wooden spoon from the kitchen counter and fully intended to end Spike's undead life then and there. "Willow!" Spike yelled which caused Buffy to stop.
"You took Willow," she asked him carefully. One wrong word and he would in the trash can along with the rest of the dust in her mom's vacuum cleaner.
"You do me now, and you'll never find the little witch," Spike warned Buffy.
"Willow's a witch?" Joyce asked unable to help herself. Since when did that happen?
Not for the first time Buffy ignored her mother's babbling. "And Xander?" she asked Spike.
"Him too," the English vampire confirmed.
"Xander's a witch?" Joyce muttered to herself. It would seem that there were a lot of chances that were occurring in Buffy's group happening these days. What next? Would Oz be an elf? He was small enough she considered.
"Where are they?" Angel growled at Spike.
Spike gave him a wide smile. "Doesn't work like that, peaches, and when did you become all soul-having again? I thought you outgrew that." He turned to Buffy all confident like he held all the cards in poker including the joker of the pack. "Your friend's gonna work a little magic for me. She does my spell, I let them both go."
"You're not famous for keeping promises," Buffy replied not liking any of this. She could tell that Angel didn't like it either and she also couldn't help but admire the way his shirt looked on him. 'Stop it Buffy' she scolded herself. 'You are an Angel free zone from now until eternity!'
"Buffy maybe you should help him?" Joyce spoke up causing her daughter and the two vampires to look her direction. "I mean you didn't hear him he is nursing a very painful broken heart. Maybe he should stay here with me, I mean us! Until he gets back on his feet," she offered hoping that her daughter would for once simply agree with her and maybe just maybe she and Spike could get together while Buffy was at school.
"Mom are insane?!" Buffy couldn't help but reply.
"There is something… strange going on," Angel said carefully not wanting to mention what he saw before Buffy arrived. "I don't think we should let him out of our sights," he suggested, and Buffy smiled sweetly at him. He was so caring sometimes always willing to listen and give her some sage advice and no one could make her feel so protected like Angel. The times they patrolled together keeping a look out on each other's backs and the times they would kiss in a graveyard. His hard, firm body against her small one… maybe she needed a cold shower.
"You and your great poof here want to tag along, fine!" Spike told them getting Buffy's full attention. "But get in my way, and you kill your friends." He was keen to move on from here now working out that he had been set up by the redhead. She had obviously sent him to him here in the hope he would run into the slayer.
Buffy's jaw clenched as she hated when she had no other options. "Fine," grabbing Spike by his shirt and pushing him towards the backdoor. "You and me are heading out then."
"Buffy," Angel said in that tone that seemed to be reserved for her and her alone. It would always make her heart flutter just like now. "I should come with you," he said moving forward and Buffy stopped him with a hand on his front.
"No if something is going on I want you here with my mom," she said firmly while coping a little feel of his chest then bringing her hand away quickly. This was another reason for him to stay behind because it would seem that she could barely keep her hands away from him. "I will be alright," she told both him and her confused mother before pushing Spike out of the door and leaving the house herself.
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Across town Oz is speeding along the road to Breaker's Woods in his van. As usual he is silent concentrating on the task on hand while sitting alongside him Cordelia Chase is being typically loud and talkative.
"What if they were kidnapped by Colombian drug lords?" She exclaimed. "They could be cutting off Xander's ear right now! Or other parts." She shivered at the very thought of it. If anyone was going to cut off parts of her boyfriend, it was going to be her to teach him a lesson about being so stupid to get kidnapped in the first place.
Oz meanwhile didn't say anything figuring that Cordelia could talk for the both of them. She was quite the force of nature when she wanted to be. He had seen many guys at high school trip over each other to get her attention but personally had never seen the appeal. While she was beautiful, stunning, and forthright in her views she just wasn't his type. He frowned a little as he drove. Strange that he should be thinking about his type while he girlfriend was in peril. He gripped the steering wheel a little harder as he considered Willow being in pain. The thought of her… dead created an aching gnawing pain in his chest.
"Whose fingers do they think they will mail first?" came Cordelia's question knocking him out from inside his head.
"Huh?" he replied not really paying attention.
"I said whose fingers do you think they think they will cut off first and mail us?" Cordelia asked again as if it was the most important question that needed answered right now. "I mean I figured Xander's cause he is a guy," she made a face as she pictured Xander getting his fingers chopped off before she continued. "But then I was thinking Willow has typing fingers from all the hacking that she does. That must make her fingers more attractive to slice off and mail."
Oz zoned out as Cordelia spoke. She tended to speak a lot he noted. It was true that in his time getting to know her thanks to various Scooby meetings and double dates that there was more to her than meets the eye. For one thing she was not the laughing, heartless queen who had paraded through hallways as if they were designed just for her. Even now as she spoke, he could tell she was plainly worried for Xander. Anyone who might question if the shallow, vain, selfish girl that she often portrayed had any feelings should be studying her now. "They will be okay," he said trying to assure her.
"How do you know?" the girl snorted back to him. "It could be some new evil, like big bad evil," Cordelia said clutching herself.
"Big bad evil?" Oz repeated her statement with a raised eyebrow.
"You know like big bad evil!" Cordelia defined as if it made sense. "We have both been at this long enough to know there is the bad stuff that occurs week by week type evil and then there is the much bigger, badder, nastier type evil that actually might kill us. I may play the part of the braindead cheerleader at times, but I can tell the signs, and this is a pretty big sign!"
Was it his imagination or was Cordelia getting closer to him? He might have been able to pick up on Willow's scent which he noticed from time to time he was able to do. It must be some sort of residual werewolf thing which wasn't really something he wanted to dwell on as he always believed that himself and the werewolf were separate issues in his life. But the point is he might have been able to do this if he wasn't overwhelmed with Cordelia's scent or rather her arousal.
Even though she was scared Cordy couldn't deny she was becoming horny at this. Maybe it was the fact that this could be her last night on earth or maybe it was because it was a Friday, but she couldn't deny that she was feeling… turned on. More likely a reason she was feeling like this was because she had all this nervous energy flowing inside her and it was spilling out in different ways. Yet Oz didn't seem to be having this issue. Typical Oz always so stoic and silent. A nuclear bomb could be dropped in front of him, and his last word would most likely be 'huh' rather than a scream. God it was annoying this detached demeanour as it was attractive. Here she was a babbling wreck and over there in the driver's seat he was collected and focused on the task at hand. Scratch that it was just annoying.
"Aren't you worried about what they might be doing to her? Your precious Willow?" Cordelia asked him with a hint of jealously. She doubted the group would be this concerned if she had been kidnapped. "Shouldn't you be so upset that you can barely drive?" That was another thing that turned her on for some reason Oz's driving it was very smooth it had to be said.
"I'm fine," Oz replied. Short and sweet she noted which was a trademark as Oz tended to express himself in short, non-committal phrases. Xander her boyfriend tended to babble endlessly and half of what came out his mouth was usually stupid. Not Oz however he tended to be smooth and intellectual. Still she wasn't in the mood for short statements.
"What are you some kind of robot?!" she screeched at him. "Or some wise old immortal who has lived for centuries and seen this all before?! Our significant others are kidnapped, probably being tortured or worse dead right now! We are probably next on the kill list and yet you as cool as a cucumber! How can you be this calm?!"
"I've never really been a list kind of guy," he said simply which only served to piss her off further.
"See there you go again! A simple shrug and a short statement! Don't you ever panic?! Like do you ever have energy pumping inside you can't just squash and sit on?! A feeling that overpowers you?! One that forces you to act on instinct rather than sit there and go over facts? Are you hollow inside? Don't you care at all?" She would have ranted more but was cut off by Oz slamming on the brakes to the van bringing it to a screeching halt complete with smoking tyres. Her body was forced forward and slammed back against the chair. "What are you doing?" she demanded to know, and his response was even more curious as he leaned over grabbing the back of her head and pulling her into a passionate hard kiss. She moaned against his lips and quickly kissed him back putting her hands on either side of his head as met his kisses with her own. The pair made out before oxygen became an issue and they broke apart. "What are you doing?" she repeated to him breathlessly licking her lips.
"Panicking," he replied looking at her hungrily. She wasn't Willow in fact in many ways she was the complete opposite of Willow, and he should be focused on finding Willow but for some reason he couldn't help but be drawn to Cordelia right now. She was right when she mentioned about a feeling overpowering because despite the pressing task upon them, he was feeling horny.
A sultry look came across Cordelia's face as she felt a throb in her stomach and between her legs. Oh, she could work with this taking a good look at his small if lean body. "Then how about you find us a safe spot to park, and we could panic together," she purred at him and with full on double meaning.
Oz nodded putting the van in drive and turns down the van around going in the opposite direction.
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Back at the basement at Spike's factory. Willow pounds against the door with her shoulder, letting out a good grunt each time. The sound of his body slamming into the iron door caused the anger in her to rise. She was tempted to keep trying, but her common sense told her otherwise as she would most likely hurt herself. Besides she heard Xander moan below, and she went down to the bed to check on him. "Xander?" she called out to see him seeing him conscious and trying to sit up. The side of his head is covered in dried blood. "Are you okay?" she asked him as she took a seat next to him. She had to concentrate on something else. It was futile to try and break this door down. Even if they did, Spike would probably just to rounding the corner and tear them to pieces.
"Dizzy," the young man winced. "Kind of nauseous, too. Do I remember having a fight with Spike?" he asked as looked up at Willow, who was quite blurry to him at the moment.
"You do," his friend confirmed.
He felt the caked blood on the side of his face with his hand. "I won, right? Kicked his ass?" he asked with false hope keeping it light.
Willow chewed her lip but decided to spare his feelings. "You were real brave. Do you need to barf?"
"No, I'll be okay," Xander replied before taking a look around at his surroundings. "Where are we?"
"The factory. We're locked in the basement," she explained to him.
"That burnt-out place in the middle of nowhere?" he asked her and she nodded. "So we're pretty much in a 'scream all you want' scenario," he summed up bitterly.
"Pretty much."
"Why didn't he just kill us?" Xander asked her. The longer they lived was the better their chances so if there was a reason why he hadn't just ripped out their throats and dumped their bodies at Buffy's house it might be useful.
"He-he wants me to do a love spell," Willow admitted causing Xander to frown at her.
"What?"
"Drusilla broke up with him," the redhead told him simply summing up Spike, their kidnapper's love life and motivation.
"Gee, and we had all hoped those crazy kids would make it work," Xander snorted sarcastically.
"He's out of control," Willow warned him very fearful. "I mean, not that he was Joe Restraint in the old days." Spike's mood seemed to be madder than a box of hammers. One minute he was up and the next minute he was down. And then there was the touching of her… she shuddered at the thought. There was no telling what Spike might do to them when he returned.
Xander groaned as he tried to sit up again. "So, what are our options?" He winced at the pain in his head and tried to stop the room from spinning.
Willow took a deep breath. "Well, I figure either... I refuse to do the spell and he kills us, or I do the spell and he kills us."
"Give me a third option."
"He's so drunk he forgets about us, and we starve to death," Willow deadpanned having gone over numerous escape options in her head and seen her death played out a thousand times. "That's sort of the best one."
"Will, we're not gonna die," he assured her as he tried to get up with Willow helping him this time. "If he's so drunk, he'll get sloppy, and then I'll make my move." As he said that he lost his balance, and they collapse back onto the bed. "As long as my move doesn't involve standing up or using my limbs," he grumbled feeling useless. "We'll be okay." Their fall put them very close to each other, and if this had been a few days ago the temptation to kiss would have been strong. The hormones and feelings that he had been feeling for Willow had been bouncing around inside him like a ping pong machine but at the moment he didn't feel any of that. He felt concern but only as a friend and only because they were facing certain death.
Willow herself was just as confused. In his strong embrace, she feels safe, but no safer than when Giles hugged her. That rush of passion and affection simmered... no, withered to a nice encounter at best. Where was all the longing and desire, she felt for him? For weeks she had been torturing herself, condemning her actions and feeling guilty around Oz. It had been tearing her up inside all the mix of emotions but now it was very clear inside her. She liked Xander and thought of him fondly but only as a friend. There was no passion, no lust, and no desire. Then it hit her, the delusting spell from earlier it had worked! She felt nothing towards Xander, no lusty feelings, no thoughts of romance, no desire not a thing! She didn't want to do anything with Xander. For the first time in weeks, she had no lustful feelings for her oldest friend. She felt no desire or want. That meant her spell had worked! Willow let a laugh of achievement. She had cured herself using magic!
Well at least something had worked out well this evening… Oh how little she knew.
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Coming out of one of Sunnydale's many alleyways Buffy and Spike walk side by side cautious of each other. "Look, I just need a few supplies," Spike told Buffy as they were moving. "And then I'll take you to..." He stopped and grabbed his head in pain. "Oh, God," he moaned.
"What's wrong?" She asked before adding. "Not that I care."
"Oh... My head," he sobbed. "I think I'm sobering up. It's horrible." He cursed as he bent over trying not to vomit. "Oh, God. I wish I was dead."
"Well, if you close your eyes and wish really hard," Buffy said unable to help herself by pulling out a handy stake. The idea of killing Spike was just too good to pass up.
Spike instantly straightened up. "Hey! Back off! Need I reminded you; you still need me to find your little friends."
At that statement Buffy lowered her stake a little. "Need you?!" She exclaimed in disbelief. "You probably just got them locked up in the factory!"
Alarmed at the truth Spike quickly played it off. "Well, hey, how thick do you think I am?"
"Fine," she grumbled putting away for now. "Can we just get this over with?" Spike hid a smirk behind her as he started following her. It was just so easy to annoyed the slayer sometimes. He knew she wanted him dead he could just tell...he could see the burning rage inside her whenever she fought him. But alas she had to play the game his way for now as he held the upper hand for now. It seemed she was on extra edge tonight probably from dancing around that poof Angelus. Even in the small time he interacted with the pair of them he noted the way they hovered next to each other, the looks of longing they gave each other, the way they plainly wanted to just shag and damn the consequences. Made him feel more ill than the hangover.
When they reached a corner, Spike has a flashback when he recognised a bench in the street. "Oh, god!" Spike groaned to himself.
"Now what?" Buffy demanded in no way interested in listening to more of Spike's rants.
"We killed a homeless man on this bench," he explained to the impatient Slayer. "Me and Dru. Those were good times." He walked over to the bench and sat on it very much living in the moment from the past chuckling to himself. "You know, he begged for mercy, and you know, that only made her bite harder." He looked to Buffy for a reaction, but she just stared back blankly.
"I guess you had to be there," she deadpanned moving past him while muttering under her breath. "Pathetic."
"As pathetic as you and your former love," he retorted having picked up on what she had said. "The last time I looked in on you two, you were fighting to the death." He pointed out. "Now you're back making googly-eyes at each other like nothing happened. Makes me want to heave."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Buffy replied not very convincingly it must be said.
"Oh, yeah. You're just friends," he said making a loving face.
"That's right," she said.
"You're *not* friends. You'll never be friends," Spike fired at her. "You'll be in love till it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends." He pointed at his temple. "Love isn't brains, child, it's blood..." he clasped his chest making the point to her, "blood screaming inside you to work its will." Buffy looked upset as she did not want to hear this. "I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it," he said shrugging at the end of his statement.
"No, you're not a man you are just a joke," Buffy growled at him. "A little man who is living in the past and using some magic to win her back!"
"I'm living in the past?!" Spike laughed. "You are one who is making eyes at your undead hunk despite all that occurred last year plus the stuff you don't even know about!"
"What are you talking about?" the slayer enquired.
Spike smirked a knowing grin as he pulled out a pack of smokes and lit one up. "You think he was a saint as Angelus and kept it to himself? Oh no he was out there spreading himself large making up for lost time. There were others like that one girl what was her name Thersea wasn't it?" Buffy's fuming face confirmed it all. "Yeah, he had a little fun with her before he sired her."
Ready to fight fire with fire Buffy moved forward with her verbal attack. "Was Drusilla one of them?" She asked causing Spike to growl at the mere mention of his beloved's name. "Those months in the wheelchair must have completely screwed up your relationship with your dark goddess."
Spike could always feel the revulsion inside him whenever he thought his sire being with Angelus in that way. With one last drag on his cigarette, he tossed it, landing near the Slayer's feet. She jumped back avoid the smouldering object. "Can we bloody well fight now?" he demanded as he stood up menacingly exhaling the smoke from his dead lungs. Nothing but the death of the Slayer would penetrate the darkness he was feeling right now.
She nodded cracking her knuckles. "Why not."
He lunged at her, hoping to tackle her to the ground. She turned, the heel of her fashionable shoe slamming into his chest, then backhanded him. He recovered quickly, catching her next punch, and twisting her arm around her back. But she broke his hold, elbowing him in the stomach, then connecting solidly with a spin kick to his head. The fight continued down the street and into an alley, neither opponent ever really getting the upper hand for long. Spike had never fought anyone like her before, had never been reduced to such a stalemate. As enemies, they were perfect for each other.
It was only a matter of time before one of them faltered and for once Spike's prayers had been answer as her guard dropped just long enough for Spike to stun her with a combination of blows that caused her to stumble back into a wall. Not giving her a chance to recover he pinned her down before he cradled her head between his hands. He looked at those incredibly green eyes, the firmly set lips; only the slightest quiver belayed her fear. Would it all end now? His thumbs stroked lightly against her cheekbones, and he could feel her shudder beneath him. Though he had always wanted to kill her with a lot of blood and pain, snapping her neck wasn't all that bad. He loved to snap necks; loved the sound of the bone as it cracked, loved the surprised look in the dead eyes as they stared sightlessly at him. But something stopped him. Was killing her really the answer? If he wanted another Slayer under his belt, he could just go for the other one. There was this longing inside of him, this desire, an itch that needed to be scratched.
Plus, he'd always enjoyed sex more than killing.
With that thought in mind he lowered his face to his enemy's, brushing her lips with just the slightest of kisses. She jerked, but he pressed his body to hers, trapping her between the wall and himself. Buffy reacted in shock. Though stunned she had noted the look in his eyes had shifted suddenly, from one type of predatory gleam to another. Before she could analyse it, he had kissed her again. Gently, so lightly she could barely feel it. But feel it she did. Every hair on the back of her neck stood up, her flesh crawling- or was it tingling- and she had automatically jerked against him in shock. Now, she stood trapped between him and the wall, her breath coming in quick, sharp gasps...wondering what he would do next.
"Angel would be extremely hurt if another man ever touched you," he said, his voice rich and deep and suddenly, very sexy. His cool lips pressed against her temple, and her eyelids fluttered shut as they rained light kisses over her lashes. "Do you want to get back at him?" he asked, and Buffy couldn't control the shiver of desire that ran through her.
Buffy gritted her teeth and tried to squash the need that seemed to be overflowing inside her. She tried to focus on the notion that Spike was their mortal enemy – an evil, disgusting, soulless, mortal enemy. The need and desire she felt however was so strong. Alcohol, leather, and smoke filled her. His closeness was just too much that it almost made her weak. She wanted to grab him and kiss him and maybe do much more than that. 'It's been so long,' she thought to herself, using it as an excuse to explain her traitorous reaction to Spike's sudden advances. Nearly a year since a man had treated her with gentleness. She inhaled as much of his scent as she could and stared at his lips and his cheeks, almost memorizing them. She shed the last of her uncertainty, sealing whatever fate there was by pressing her mouth firmly against her mortal enemy's mouth. He kissed her back hungry and loving the warm silkiness of her lips. Her tongue brushed against his, causing a reaction within him that he wouldn't have ever thought possible. Yes, she was good looking...yes, she was sexy. But she was still the Slayer.
Grunting in delight his hands leaving her cheeks to roam her slender body as her hands roamed his body desperate for the feel of him. They continued their kisses always desperate for more. Fanning the flames of hate and passion, their bodies found a new way to fight. Unable to help herself Buffy moaned as Spike's lips trailed down her neck, every kiss felt unique, every touch felt erotic and every part of her being was thankful she was experiencing this. Spike let out a very male grunt of approval when he felt her hands roughly grip his belt tugging it off. He in turned pushed off her hoodie running his hands over her top causing her nipples to stand firm to attention. Consequences be damned she lowered her trousers as he lowered his jeans. They both needed this right now. They were slaves to their feelings. The challenge he saw in Buffy's eyes caused a flare of anger and lust in him. When he finally entered her, he shuddered at her heat while she gasped at his coldness.
Encouraging her to move with him, he slid his hands up and down her spine until her whole body seemed to know the rhythm. Passion swept through the pair like wildfire. The soft sucking of his lips against hers, sweet licks felt deep down inside leaving her aching and making her body flush with heat as it pressed up against him. Her skin tingled everywhere he touched. A sultry moan escaped her lips as Buffy felt his fingers flutter against the curve of her breasts which ached under her bra and tank top before skimming back down to her hips. Just the barest touch and she undulated instinctively against the hard thigh now sliding between hers. With each thrust, they forgot more and more about the other being their enemy. She slammed her lips down onto his, kissing him with brutal force. Spike fought back the only way he could kissing her back ferociously. He bit at her lips with blunt teeth as she did the same to him all the while humping him like there was no tomorrow. Their kiss/fight continued neither willing to give up before the other.
Buffy groaned helplessly under him as he settled for giving her a huge hickey just below her jaw line. Although he hadn't actually bitten her the thought of it had driven Spike closer to climax very quickly. He managed to manoeuvre Buffy's hands above her head and trap both of her small wrists in one large hand. If he was going to come, he was going to make damn sure she did too. All that could be heard on the street was their belaboured and increasingly fast breathing, punctuated now and again by a growl from Spike or a curse from Buffy. Buffy felt her stomach flip and the delicious warm feeling move from her chest, down through her stomach and suddenly she was seeing stars.
Spike felt her clenching against him as she climaxed, her head falling back and exposing her smooth, tempting neck. It beckoned to him, speaking in hushed whispers of her blood... and he couldn't resist any longer. He growled and sank his fangs into the artery on her neck. Buffy's body jerked at the pain. He grabbed her hips and held her still as her blood flooded into his mouth. It was sooooo good. The taste of it was deep and rich beyond anything he could remember. Her hand whipped up to grab the back of his head but instead of ripping him away from her she gripped him hard keeping him there. He moaned as a glorious warmth spread through his body. He felt the control slipping from him, and he soon lost himself inside her, cumming hard inside her as a thousand starbursts exploded behind his closed eyes. Buffy gasped as he felt him pump inside her. His hips jerked as he shot his load right up into her. Shouting "ohh…uunnngghhh…fucking hell…yes…yesssssssss" he threw his head back with the blood on his lips and as his final spurts shot out of him his body began to relax.
They leaned against one another, both gasping for breath that only one needed. He heard her shaky voice as she quietly whispered to herself, "Wow."
"Wow, indeed," came Spike's replied.
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Harmony Kendall was moving down the street with a most provocative sway. Her shapely rear end catches a few people's eyes as she passes moving with the sexiest walk imaginable. She was full of confidence having in the last few months finally stepped out of Cordelia's shadow, her one-time friend/mentor had slipped up and now their gang was following Harmony's lead. It was quite a power trip one was that was likely to be the reason why tonight she was feeling so flirty and full of energy. She was heading to the Bronze to meet up with her girlfriends and maybe to score a few kisses with a guy. Hmmm which one maybe Percy West from the basketball team. Yes! He was single and just what she needed to solidify her position in the school. She approached an intersection on the main street where several of the town's people are hanging out at the coffee shop. She scrunches her face at all the making out that is occurring. 'Jeez can't these people get a room?' she thought to herself, 'wait was that her doctor?' Putting it down to just more odd behaviour that this town was known for she continued in her way. There was plenty of laughter and giggles from couples she past causing her to feel even more determined to secure a date this evening.
Up ahead she noted that loser geek Jonathan from high school wondering why such a geek like him even bothered to come out to the Bronze. Did he even have any friends to meet? Harmony thought to herself as she raised an eyebrow at Jonathan and his usual his lack of fashion sense. He was like those freaks Buffy, Willow and Xander. 'God what does Cordelia actually see in him?' she wondered to herself. He was always hanging around that super freak Buffy and they would always be shifty possibly up to something which caused Harmony to frown. If something was going on, shouldn't she be aware of it given she was now the leader of the Cordettes, (note to self-do some rebranding Harmony decided).
Did Cordelia really think she could survive dating Xander with her social status intact? He was Xander Harris! Lowest of the low, lamest of the lame and bottom of the food chain her mind roared. Much like this Jonathan in front of her. Cordelia had already ruined her social status by getting involved in him and Harmony was determined out of self-preservation not to do the same. Decision made she congratulated herself as she marched to the Bronze.
Up ahead of her Jonathan moved in his typical under confident fashion. He wasn't sure what he was doing here just for once had gotten bored watching Star Trek and decided to come out to the Bronze. He wasn't expecting to be welcomed there or even noticed as much like high school he would have to pretend that he was okay being not spoken by anyone and comfortable being ridiculed by the world. He just felt for some reason that he wanted to come out. He saw Harmony and knew her to be a member of the Sunnydale High elite and just groaned to himself hoping that she would just leave him alone.
What he did not expect was for Harmony to launch herself in his arms kissing him hard and full of need. The blond grabbed the short man and kissed him fully for all she was worth. She didn't know what she was doing but was just too turned on to stop herself. The boy himself thought that he might spontaneously combust with shock at having the girl kiss and grope him but realising that he was not dreaming he quickly responded in turn by gripping the blonde's waist bringing her towards him. His hands dashed all over her body. Back… arms… shoulders… He explored her as he had never been able before. He savoured every curve of her body as they kissed. The pair made out in full force joining the inhabitants of Sunnydale in giving into their lust.
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Not far from the most unlikely couple Faith wandered downtown feeling a little on edge. She had a restless kind of feeling that made staying in the motel impossible, so she had hit the cemeteries on the west side of town, as far away from Restfield as this one Starbucks town allowed. Pickings were thin, she only managed to dust three lone suckers and decapitate a scaly green demon with a whiny voice before she decided it was time to knock off. The feelings inside her just wouldn't go away. she just felt… weird. Off somehow. Like she couldn't concentrate quite right. For some reason the thought that she'd just had sex kept bouncing through her brain. She knew about sex and familiar with the experience. So, what if she'd had sex? She'd had lots of sex in her life. Sex with guys, sex with girls, once or twice with both at the same time. Sex was no big deal; it was just something to do to get her mind off of things; something to do so she could feel good for a while.
So how come she couldn't stop thinking about it all of a sudden? Whatever maybe she just needed a good screw to get over it. Hence, she went to the Bronze looking to have some fun. She moved past the doorman and went inside. The place was packed with people loudly determined to have a good time, especially today. Was there something in the water or something? Or were people extra horny today? Whatever. She moved out onto the dance floor and marked out her spot. Started to move, giving herself up to the harsh repetitive music, letting it pound into her, fill her up like syrup, sweet and warm. The tension she'd built up from slaying drained away and other tensions started to build. She could feel their eyes on her, almost read their minds, could sense them wanting her. She danced alone and waited. Didn't take long till a guy moved in on her, crewcut UC Sunnydale student with a sloppy grin and a 16 oz plastic cup clutched in his hand. He tried to keep up with her; she let him try.
"Hey, wanna take a break?" he yelled after ten minutes. Faith ignored him, she wasn't done dancing yet. After five minutes he retreated back to his buddies. She kept dancing and the boys kept coming. There was a brunet, a cute Asian guy, a freckled skinny guy: not bad at keeping the beat, but he lacked stamina, then another blond, huge, pretty much had 'fullback' tattooed on his forehead.
He wasn't bad, and she'd danced enough for now. So, she moved closer, grabbed his hips as she did a slow grind and smiled up at him. "Want to go somewhere?" She figured that one of these days a guy was going to tell her 'no', but she really didn't expect to live that long. He had a bigass Jeep parked around the corner. He said something about a room, but she was in no mood to wait. She'd straddled him as soon as the door slammed shut, yanking up his shirt so she could feel the muscled chest underneath.
"Hey!" he said but forgot his complaint when she reached down and deftly unzipped him, and then herself. His arms tightened around her as she took hold of him and quickly stroked him to fullness. He mouthed along her throat and tried to kiss her as she got everything aligned. "Fuck!" he gasped as she impaled herself on him.
"That's the idea," she said. He made a noise that wasn't a word when she flexed her hips.
Seven minutes later, she climbed out of the jeep, and slammed the car door behind her. She straightened her hair, checked her zip and headed back to the club. Oh well, maybe she'd have better luck with the next one.