Thanks to the wonderful Tam for the awesome job she does beta'ing.
Chapter 2
Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered continued
"Hey, watch the hands!"
"You know what you are? You're just a big tease. You bust in with the big bad talk, bragging about feeling all 'manly'.” Buffy smirked as he jerked back from the hand that had slid dangerously close to his zipper. “But you're really just a big tease." Moving with supernatural grace, she stalked her prey ruthlessly. “I bet I can make you feel all manly,” she purred seductively.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, we don’t have any weapons here, pet.” He had to keep reminding himself that this was a spell and he needed the slayers help if he wanted Angelus out of his hair. Damn her evil little roving hands!
“What’s this then?” The feel of his straining erection was all the encouragement Buffy needed to make her move. Her eyes glittered bright with desire when he finally reached the wall, ending his escape.
“Bloody hell! A little help here!” he yelled, his panicked voice echoing through the library.
The watcher came running out the office in time to see his slayer pen a flabbergasted William the Bloody into the corner, rubbing her body suggestively against her captive.
Giles reached them just as her hands slipped beneath the cornered mans shirt, moaning hungrily as she made contact with his taut skin. The watcher grabbed his charges arm, intent on separating his slayer from the vampire who was looking paler than usual.
The watcher was unprepared when the tiny fist that connected with his face, knocking him on his ass. Stunned, he slid several feet before the table slowed his progress. Rubbing his jaw, he watched his slayer warily.
The slayer was severely pissed at being interrupted. Her mind swirled irrationally with suspicion and fear at being estranged from her intended. Soon the lustful feelings overrode all others and she once again pressed her body flush with her future lover. Buffy and seductive confidence was not normally one and the same, but what she lacked in experience she tried to make up for in enthusiasm.
Spike grabbed the petite blonde’s hands in an effort to gain some control over the situation. “Slayer, you shouldn’t be doing that. Sworn enemies remember? Fight to the death, kill you on Saturday- any of this ringing a bell? You love Angel, I love Dru? Please, for the love of God, stop with the rubbing,” he begged.
“Dru? You’re here with me and thinking about her?” she cried out in indignation. “The crazy bitch is so much dust.” She whirled away; her only thought that of eradicating her only competition for her loves affection.
“No, luv.” He caught her by the arm, swinging her around to face him once more. He was unsure how to deal with Buffy in this state. He knew her emotions were being controlled by the spell and he was unsure how long it would take for it to wear off. Until it did, or they found a way to break its hold on her, he didn’t want to take the chance that she might actually stake his sire.
“I don’t want Dru, I want you. I just think we need to wait a bit. Get to know each other first.” He threw a desperate look at the watcher, hoping he would see the stalling tactic for what it was and not try to stake him for it.
“Prove it.” She demanded moving once again to stand with her body pressed tight against his.
“Wha?” His attention was so focused on saving himself from a dusty demise that he was startled by her command.
“Prove it.” Her smile was pure, unadulterated sin. “Kiss me. Show me how much you want me.”
"Watcher!" The vampire cringed at the sound of his own voice. He was sure he hadn’t hit decibels like that since his William days.
“Oh, bloody hell, just kiss her, Spike. Anything to shut her up,” Giles sputtered. “I don’t think it would benefit your cause to allow her to run straight into the factory and get herself killed because of a jealous fit.” The watcher picked himself up from the floor. And it will serve the little chit right to have to kiss the vampire, he thought. He was still upset from the blow she’d dealt him, even though he knew it was the spell in control. He took a break from cleaning his glasses to rub his eyes. Since the blond pair had burst through the library door followed by a sheepish Xander, the pain in his head had grown to gigantic proportions.
The younger boy had taken off in an effort to find the missing Amy, who had bolted as soon as the spell had hit the vampire and caused him to lose his human mask. Foolish teenagers, mucking around with powers they had no clue about or the serious danger they could be placing themselves and others in.
It had taken everything the watcher had not to run for the security cage and snatch the crossbow down from its hook. Instead, he listened rigidly as the vampire told his tale, explaining his desire for a truce and his idea to form a union of forces to defeat Angelus.
He was not trusting of the vamp, but the fact that his slayer was currently hanging onto his side like a besotted nymph, her body clinging to his in ways that brought out disturbingly erotic images and the fact that Spike had yet to make a move against her stayed his hand and his mouth. He turned away when he saw the blond lower his head. He had no desire to watch his young charge snog yet another vampire.
“Just want you to remember this is your idea, pet. I don’t wanna get staked when this is over.”
“Just shut up and kiss me, Spike.” She grabbed the back of his neck drawing him closer.
The faint brush of his lips against hers brought a rush of feeling that started with her lips and moved quickly through her body. The wisp of pressure was far from satisfying and she pulled him tighter into the embrace, taking full advantage of her slayer strength.
His lips were cool and soft, moving expertly against hers with a skill born from years of practice. It was the reminder of who that practice had been with that caused her to growl possessively, the sound vibrating from her body to his. Buffy delighted in the faint shiver that slid down his frame, never stopping to question its cause. She just couldn’t imagine he didn’t feel the same way she felt, the warm fuzzy feelings growing stronger every second. She wanted to devour him whole, locked away from prying, disapproving eyes that were seriously trying to kill her mood. Couldn’t they see it was true love?
The slayers body was rubbing against his aggressively. Her fierce growl caused him to shudder slightly, unsure what had been the cause of the possessive rumble. His fear that maybe the spell had worn off and she was returning to her senses did nothing to stop his hardening cock. Wasn’t his fault the minx couldn’t keep her hands to herself. He was helpless to resist the urge to run his hands down her body, delighting in the moans of pleasure she made no effort to hide from the watcher.
Tongues glided and caressed gently as they swayed in time with each other, breaking apart slowly when a loud sound echoed for the third time and Spike finally registered that the watcher was trying to gain their attention. He ended the kiss almost tenderly, allowing the slayer to come up for air. Her pout was so endearing that he ducked his head once again to nibble at her lip. Releasing it with a resounding pop, he stepped back to give the petite blond some room. He smirked when she made it clear that one step back was all he was allowed to take.
The library doors burst open as the young whelp returned looking less than triumphant. Spike snickered as he watched the boy shudder as he took in the vision of his friend staring at the vampire in front of her like she wanted nothing more than to jump into his arms and not come up for air for hours…maybe weeks. Slayer stamina and all that.
“I couldn’t find Amy. I tried her house, the Bronze, and all over the school. Um, does she have to do that? It’s kind of creepy.”
“Do what, Xander?” Giles asked without lifting his head from the book in front of him. He found the situation with the slayer and vampire much easier to accept if he didn’t acknowledge it.
“Making with the google-y, ‘I want to devour you’ eyes. It’s freaking me out.”
“Well, as a matter of fact she does Xander, thanks to you and Amy and your misguided use of magic to enhance your lives.” He felt a grim surge of satisfaction at the boy’s guilty expression.
“Watcher, do you have a book with a general reversal spell?” Spike broke in as he snagged the slayers hot little hands from under his shirt once more. The chit was getting braver by the minute. “Maybe that would work. I’ve done one or two in my time, enough to recognize a good one when I see it.”
“And you would be willing to help with this spell, why?” The watcher whipped his glasses off, cleaning them thoroughly before placing them back on his nose.
“I can’t very well go back to the factory with a slayer attached at the hip, now can I? If I don’t go back to the factory, I won’t know Angelus’ movements. If I don’t know his plans, we bloody well can’t take him down.” Finally losing his patience, he grabbed the little hormone bomb and planted her delectable ass in the nearest chair. “Is that clear enough for you?”
“Crystal. Here.” Giles handed the irate vampire the nearest book on magic as he continued to search the one in his hands.
Spike flipped the book open to begin his hunt for the proper spell, but the sniffling beside him stopped him cold. He turned to see the slayer, eyes full of tears and wearing a heartbroken expression.
“So you really don’t want me, then? What is this? Is this all just some big game to you?” she wailed her despair.
“What? No!” his mind reeled, looking for any plausible excuse. He sighed heavily, deciding to stay as close to the truth as possible without opening himself up for a dusting. “Listen, pet, I have to go back to the factory, which is someplace you can’t follow. I’m just trying to make it easier to break the spell and keep you from possibly getting yourself killed. I need you with me in this fight. You understand?”
The slayer gave her best pout. “Why do you have to go back at all? Why not stay here with us?” She focused totally on the hot blond in front of her, ignoring the twin shouts of ‘no!’ that echoed behind her.
“Everyone needs a bit of space, luv. All new couples need room to grow, learn about each other. Don’t wanna smother out the relationship by being clingy.” Spike watched her face as she digested his words.
Finally, with a mixture of fear and resignation, she backed away a few steps. Not far, but just enough. “Yeah, room. I can make room. It takes a lot for things to grow. Lots of light- not direct sunlight of course, because you’re all combusty- but indirect light and lots of care and understanding and our love can grow strong and true.” She grinned triumphantly, satisfied with her reasoning, determined to pay no attention to the gagging sounds Xander was making.
Jealousy is so unbecoming, she thought irritably.
*****
It was close to two hours and a reversal spell later before Spike finally left the school. Two hours of explanations, plans, and embarrassed looks. He hid his amusement at the slayers behavior as best as he could, given the circumstances, but the bright blushes and stammered speech was too much for him to hold back completely. He had bitten back the most offensive of his statements, needing to only look at the stake clutched tightly in her hand to remind himself why.
He had just cleared the lawn and stepped onto the sidewalk when he heard the rush of footsteps and rapid breathing behind him. He whirled, dropping into a fighting stance, unable to hide his surprise when he came face to face with a breathless slayer.
“What are you doing, pet? Thought we had all this sorted out? Did the reversal spell wear off?”
“What? No! I just wanted to say…” It seemed the more she tried to talk, the more flustered she became. “The thing is…you could have, but you didn’t…and I just wanted to say; thank you, Spike. You could have taken something potentially embarrassing and turned it into…well, deadly embarrassing. But you didn’t. So, thank you, and I guess I’ll see you in a few nights, for a report or-or whatever.”
“Sure, luv.” Spike tried but found himself unable to resist one last taunt. “Hopefully next time we meet, you’ll have better control of your hands,” he teased. “Maybe when all this is over, you’ll get a chance to see how ‘manly’ I can be.” He curled his tongue behind his teeth as he disappeared into the shadows, leaving a blushing blond groaning in humiliation beneath the streetlight.
TBC... |
