I Put A Spell On You
 Parts 1-3


Written by: Pattyanne
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Summary: A  lust spell is cast, and Spike and Buffy get caught in it. Sort of AU, I guess. No Initiative, no Riley, no chip.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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Part One...


~~~~~
"I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
~~~~~

"Willow!"

Anya flung open the door of the Magic Box with a bang. Her eyes searched frantically around the room , and when she saw Willow sitting at the table, she threw herself into the opposite chair. "You have to help me!"

Willow looked up from the spell book she was studying. "What's wrong?" she asked, alarmed by Anya's behavior.

"It's Xander. Something has happened. Something very bad." Tears formed in her eyes.

"What?! Oh, my God!" Willow felt her heart seize up. "Is he hurt?"

Anya shook her head. "No!" she sobbed. "It's worse."

Willow's eyes widened with panic. "He's...dead?" She could barely bring herself to say it.

"No!" Anya said again. "I told you...it's worse. The worst thing of all!"

"Worse than dead?" Willow leaned forward and took Anya's hand in hers. "What could be worse than dead?"

"He...he won't have sex with me!"

Instantly releasing Anya's hand, Willow stared at her in disbelief. She couldn't decide what surprised her more...Anya's muddled logic in thinking that lack of sex was worse than being dead, or the notion that Xander had turned down sex.

**Xander not wanting to have sex? The end of the world is surely upon us..**

Trying to calm her wildly beating heart back down, she said, "Wait a minute. Let me make sure I've got this right. Xander won't have sex with you?"

Anya shook her head. "No!"

"Xander Harris? THAT Xander?"

"Of course," Anya replied, banging her fist on the table. "I don't have another Xander! Willow," she added, her voice desperate. "I need your help."

"Um...well," Willow stammered, "If you want my advice..."

Anya cut her off in mid-sentence. "I don't need your advice. I need your magic," she said, patting the spell book. "You have to do a spell for me and Xander." She shrugged. "Mostly for Xander."

Willow sighed and began to page through the book. "I guess I could try and...and.." She looked back at Anya. "Xander?" she asked again, perplexed. "Really?"

Anya nodded.

There was a pause. "Are you sure it's him?"

"Yes!" Anya insisted. "I need that spell, Willow. I don't know how much longer I can wait!"

"Well, how long has it been?" Willow resumed her search through the spell book.

"Two days! Do you SEE what kind of emergency this is?"

The book was slammed shut with a bang.

"Two days??!! That's ALL?"

"How can you say it as though two days is nothing?" Anya demanded. "You just don't understand. I'm accustomed to a regular and mostly fulfilling sex life."

Willow was intrigued. "How regular?"

"Every day...at least twice."

Now, she was impressed. "Wow."

Anya smiled. "Xander is a sex machine," she said proudly. "We have sex in lots of different places...and locations as well."

"All right." Willow opened the book again. "Let me..."

"We have sex in bed, and in the bathtub, and in the kitchen." Anya began a litany of sexual encounter sites. "And in the car, and in the park, and occasionally in a cemetery..."

"I said all right, already!"

"...and on this table."

Willow's eyes widened, and she snatched her spell book up instantly. Holding it protectively against her breast, she stared down at the table in distaste, as if the evidence of the act performed on it could still be seen.

Trying desperately not to form a mental picture, she plowed ahead. "So, what you want is a love spell?"

"No, not a love spell. He already loves me. I need a lust spell." Anya tried to pry the book out of Willow's arms.

She hung on to it, grimly. "Look, I'll try, but you've got to understand that there's no guarantee it'll work."

"Well...well that's not fair!" Anya frowned. "What kind of witch are YOU that you can't guarantee your spells? When I was a vengeance demon, all my spells came with a money back guarantee!" she said. "Customer satisfaction was my middle name."

"Oh. So...you're planning on paying me?" Willow asked.

"Of course not," Anya said. "Friends don't pay."

Rolling her eyes heavenward for a moment, Willow once again opened her book, keeping it on her lap. "What reason did he give you for the two day drought?"

"Oh..." Anya gestured dramatically. "Stupid reasons. I'm tired...worked hard all day...coming down with the flu...blah, blah, blah..."

Willow arched her eyebrows and looked at Anya with high disapproval. "Talk about inconsiderate," she said tartly.

"I KNOW," Anya agreed, the sarcasm flying right over her head. "I can't believe it, either." She jumped to her feet. "Now tell me what you need for the spell."

"Bring me a piece of paper," Willow sighed, defeated. "I'll write it all down."

As Anya bustled around the store, Willow began to read up on the instructions for casting a lust spell.





Part Two....


~~~~~
"You'd better stop the things you do
And I ain't lyin'.."
~~~~~

"Do you have any idea how much I hate you?" Buffy said nastily. "Do you?"

"I guarantee you that it's not even a quarter as much as I hate you, Slayer."

They paced a slow circle around the tombstones, each one waiting for the other to try something.

"You...have been a pain in my ass...from the second you and your fruitcake girlfriend hit town...and I've had just about enough of it," Buffy said through clenched teeth.

"Really?" he asked in phony astonishment. "What a bloody shame, since you can't seem to do anything about it."

She took a firmer grip on her stake. "Don't kid yourself, Spike. There's a hell of a lot I can do about it."

Buffy was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling rapidly from her agitation. She kept her eyes locked with his, trying to anticipate his next move.

She didn't have long to wait. Spike faked a lunge at her, and she stepped back. Tripping over an upturned marble slab, she went down hard, hitting the stone with the back of her head.

Buffy laid there for a moment, seeing stars, and before she could blink, Spike was on her. Straddling her hips, he grabbed her hand and bent her wrist back, forcing her to drop her stake, then pinned her hands to the ground on either side of her head.

Buffy tried to buck him off, but he was heavy and she was in an awkward position. Her boot heels kept slipping in the wet grass, and she could gain no firm purchase on the ground.

Ceasing her struggles, she glared up at him, panting with fury.

Spike pushed up a little further, then bore back down on her. "Gotcha!" he said with a smirk.

Buffy felt the repositioning of his body, and was shocked to feel a jolt of pleasure as he ground down on her in just the right place. "Unh!" she grunted, involuntarily lifting her hips.

The triumphant smile faded from the vampire's face when he noticed a sudden change in her scent.

He was very familiar with that scent. He'd smelled it before on women he'd been about to bed, but it had never in all his years been as headily arousing as it was now....with the slayer.

Buffy's body was developing a mind of it's own as she moved her legs slightly apart, lodging him more firmly against her, and making his eyes widen in amazement.

His gaze met hers briefly, then skimmed down her body, pausing to admire the full swell of her breasts as they rose and feel enticingly. Looking back into her eyes, he spoke softly..."Slayer?"

Buffy turned her head. "Just do it!" she snapped. "Get it over with."

She waited, expecting to feel his fangs slice into her throat. When the expected attack didn't come, she looked back at him and was surprised to see his human visage, not the demonic one she'd been doing battle with.

"Did it take you this long to kill the other two slayers, or are you drawing it out for MY benefit?" she asked. She turned her face away again and focused on the stars...the last thing she would ever see.

"You won, okay? Now FINISH IT!" she screamed, as all the fight drained out of her. "Just....finish it."

Spike slowly lowered his head, pressing down on her pelvis at the same time.

This time, they both felt the instant flash of pleasure from the contact.

"Oh, God," Buffy moaned softly, wondering what in the hell was going on as she returned the pressure he was giving her.

Now, it was Spike's turn to moan. "Christ...Slayer. I don't...ahhhh, yeah." He closed his eyes, concentrating all his attention on the hardening between his legs. "Mmmm...you feel so good, baby."

He began rocking against her as he bent his head to her throat, shocked to realize that he had no desire whatsoever to bite her...not in a bad way, anyhow.

Pressing his lips to the place he would normally sink his fangs into, he nuzzled her warm skin. "Soft," he murmured. "You have skin like a baby...and you smell so damn good."

Buffy whimpered in her throat, turning to face him. "Please," she begged. "Oh, God....please..."

"Please what, Slayer? How can I please?"

She licked her lips, gazing into his eyes, wondering why she'd never before noticed what a lovely shade of blue they were. "Kiss me," she whispered. "I want you...to kiss me."

Spike smiled down at her. "I would love to kiss you," he said, and was completely shocked to know that he meant what he was saying. He lowered his head until their lips barely made contact.

"Christ, you're lovely," he said. "Open your mouth, luv. I want to taste you."

Buffy instantly parted her lips, moaning softly when his mouth came down on hers and his tongue slid wetly inside. She met it with her own tongue, twining it sinuously around his, then sucking gently as their kiss deepened.

Seconds...minutes...hours later, she pulled away, trying to clear her head. She splayed her hands across his chest and straightened her arms, pushing him back as she gasped for air.

Her muddled mind tried to form the words she knew she should be saying. "This can't happen....it's wrong...why the hell are we doing this?"

Spike stared intently into her eyes. "I don't care why," he said. "Just let me."

Buffy shook her head. "I can't let you....I hate you."

"I hate you, too." He knocked her arms out of his way. "But I want you more."

"But I don't....."

"Shut up!" he said fiercely. "The last thing I want your mouth doing right now...is talking."

Giving in, Buffy slipped her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. "I really do hate you, you know," she said, planting a hard kiss on his mouth.

"Yeah, I heard you the first time," he informed her with a smart ass grin, then returned her kiss with an even harder one. "Like I said, I hate you, too."

They began exchanging a series of hard, brief kisses, punctuating them with assurances of mutual hatred as they changed angles frequently.

"I despise you."

"I loathe you."

"You're a monster."

"You're a bitch."

"Blood sucking bastard."

"Stake driving witch."

"I'm gonna kill you."

"No, I'M gonna kill YOU."

"I want you..."

"I want you, too...."

Buffy wound her arms around Spike's neck as his mouth crashed down on hers. She felt a sudden rush of moisture in her underpants, and her thighs parted a little more as her body began preparing itself for his.

She gave in to it completely, pushing away thoughts of anything besides the arousal building inside of her. Working her hands down between them, she began to unbutton her shirt.

When she pulled it open, he left her mouth and kissed a moist path down her neck until he found the beginning swell of her breasts and buried his face between them.

Propping himself on one arm, he used his free hand to pull down one of her bra cups, baring her breast to his heated gaze and hungry mouth. Taking immediate advantage, he flicked his tongue rapidly back and forth over her hard nipple, then took it into his mouth and suckled it.

Buffy nearly screamed, as every pull of his mouth caused a corresponding throb between her legs. Raising one shaky hand, she tugged the other half of her bra down.

"Here, too," she hissed, looking down to watch as his mouth covered her warm flesh and he began to nurse at her nipple again. She found the sight wildly erotic. "Harder."

Spike rolled them over until she was on top of him. Taking both breasts into his hands, he squeezed them firmly. "As hard as you want, kitten." Reclaiming one tight peak, he moved a hand down and began to pull up her skirt.

Buffy suddenly pulled away and rose to her knees. Shedding her blouse and bra, she moved down a little and began to unbuckle his belt.

Once she had his jeans unzipped, she tugged them down, then yanked her panties to one side as he took hold of his erect penis and positioned himself at the wet entrance to her body.

When he saw her hesitate, he looked up and pinned his gaze to hers.

"I want to fuck you," he said, his voice deep with desire. He cupped one hand around her bottom and began urging her to slide down on him. "I've never wanted to fuck a woman more in my life."

Sheathing himself in her, he reached down between them and began to finger her clit. "Fuck me, Buffy."

She fell forward onto her hands, staying very still as he adjusted himself, then started pumping his hips hard and fast, sending his cock into her as deeply as he could.

"More," Buffy whined. "More and more and...oh, yes...oh..."

He increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, loving the sound their bodies made as they slammed together. Feeling his testicles begin to tighten and lift, he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

Driving herself down to meet every thrust, Buffy panted harshly.

"Spike....I'm....oh, I'm gonna come...so close....oh, God...I need to..."

He rolled over until she was once again beneath him, and pounded into her, every muscle straining with desperate need.

"Buffy...Buffy...come...when...I...do...fuck...fuck...me...unh...unh" he grunted.

"Spike....."

"Baby..."

"....coming...now...now..."

"Do it, baby...for me...."

Burying his face against the side of her neck, he delivered his final thrust, grinding into her as they both went over the edge.

She felt his semen spewing into her in a rush, making their joining even slicker than it already was. The only coherent thought she could form was to wonder why the hell they hadn't been doing THIS all along, instead of fighting with each other.

~~~~~
"I ain't gonna take none of your fooling around
Ain't gonna take none of your putting me down.."
~~~~~

As her body began to quiet down, her mind started to function.

What the hell was wrong with her? She'd had sex with Spike, a creature she hated, in the middle of a cemetery.

Laying in wet grass, screaming her brains out, she had allowed a vampire to....

She pushed at him. "Get off of me."

"Gladly," Spike muttered, equally horrified at what had just happened with the slayer....the fucking SLAYER! The bitch that he'd been trying to kill from day one.

Withdrawing from her, he rolled away and stood up. Buffy watched him zip up his jeans and buckle his belt, wanting to look away, but unable to.

Spike caught her staring. "See something you like?" he asked, a nasty smile on his face.

Her cheeks flamed bright scarlet. "No. I see something I hate."

Climbing slowly to her feet, she pushed her skirt down, making a face when she felt his semen leaking out of her.

"That's not what you said when you were begging me to stick it in you," he jeered.

Buffy found her blouse and put it on, then stuffed her bra into her skirt pocket. Smoothing down her messy hair, she finally turned to face him.

"Get away from me, and stay away if you know what's good for you," she warned him. "Because the next time I see you, I'll dust you, so help me God!"

"So you keep saying."

Without another word, she turned and walked quickly away, not seeing the way he looked after her, and not hearing his final comment.

"Christ....what a gorgeous ass!"

~~~~~
"Don't care if you don't want me
Cause I'm yours, yours, yours, now
I put a spell on you

Because you're mine..."
~~~~~





Part Three...


~~~~~
"Those fingers in my hair
That sly 'come hither' stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft..."
~~~~~

She turned the corner onto Revello Drive, still mentally slapping herself upside the head for behaving like a slut.

"God, what have I done?" she groaned, stopping and leaning against the tree in front of her house. "I let that bastard have sex with me."

Feeling an intense desire to bang her head on the trunk of the tree, her face turned red as she forced herself to be honest.

**LET him do it? No, he was right...I BEGGED him to do it. I wanted it. Not just sex....I wanted sex with HIM..**

And...oh, no-no-no...she wanted it again. Wanted Spike again. If he had suddenly appeared before her, Buffy knew that she would do him right then and there, in the middle of the front yard.

Nothing had ever felt so good as the sensation of lying beneath Spike, letting him drive himself into her, over and over...

Even now, just thinking about it was turning her on, making her panties damp and her nipples hard.

Her hands moved up her body until she reached her breasts, and she cupped them firmly, trying to bring herself some small measure of relief as she squeezed her thighs together.

But nothing she did helped. There was only one thing that would relieve this monstrous, empty ache throbbing throughout her body. She had to go back, had to find him, had to have him.

"Once more," she said softly. "Just one more time...then I'll be all right. He'll be out of my system."

She hoped.

~~~~~
"And I've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do?"
~~~~~

Spike was having a difficult time walking. Less than five minutes after screwing the slayer, he began to develop another fierce erection.

Thinking about her pretty face and luscious body, he stepped into the shadows of a mausoleum and unzipped his jeans.

Wrapping his fingers around his rigid cock, he tried to bring himself some relief. But, after ten minutes of handling himself roughly, he knew it was useless.

The only place he would find any peace was between the slayer's soft, white thighs. He couldn't think of any other woman that would please him.

Even if Drusilla suddenly materialized before him, naked and pleading, he would turn away from her and run back to Buffy. He craved her soft, warm skin...her sweet tasting mouth...her tight, wet pussy surrounding him, milking him.

"Shit, shit, shit," he groaned, zipping up his fly. He left the cover of the mausoleum, heading for the street.

He had to have her again, and if she wouldn't let him, then he'd just have to hold her down.

"One more time," he promised himself. "Just once more...then I'll go back to wanting to kill her."

~~~~~
"Cause it's witchcraft
Wicked witchcraft
Although I know it's strictly taboo.."
~~~~~

Buffy stumbled into the clearing from one side at the exact moment that Spike appeared from the other.

They stood there, silently staring at each other for several seconds, then began slowly walking towards each other.

When they were only three feet apart, Spike broke the silence.

"I'm gonna fuck you."

Buffy nodded. "I know...I'm gonna fuck you back," she said, licking her lips.'

He moved a little closer. "What'll you let me do to you?"

She inched towards him. "What do you want to do to me?" she asked.

"I want to lick every inch of your body," he replied. "Your tits...your pussy....all of you."

Buffy's heart beat sped up, and her blood ran hot. "I want that, too. I just wish I knew why."

"Don't care why." He shook his head slowly. "I just want to do it."

Without thinking twice, almost against her will, she began to unbutton her shirt. "Then do it," she demanded. Yanking the shirt open, she offered him her bare breasts. "Start here."

"Slayer....Buffy," Spike whispered. "You're so fucking beautiful."

He closed his mouth around one tight nipple, as his fingers played with the other one, tugging it and pinching gently.

Buffy's head dropped back as she slid one hand behind his neck. "I love it when you do that," she said.

"Mm-hmm." He blazed a wet trail across her chest, licking and nipping. "I love doing it." Placing a hard kiss on each peak, he reached for her hand. "Touch me," he begged, guiding her hand down to the front of his pants. "Play with it."

She whimpered eagerly as she struggled with his belt and zipper. Reaching into his jeans, she sighed with pure happiness when she saw what he had for her. "So hard," she murmured.

"It's hard for you, kitten," he groaned at the feel of her warm fingers. "Just for you." Moving his hips forward, he pushed his shaft more firmly into her grasp. "See...how much it wants you?"

When she gave him a sultry smile, he put his hands on her shoulders and urged her down to her knees. Taking his cock in one hand, he slipped the other one around the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

Repeating old habits, he inhaled sharply when Buffy moved her hands up the back of his thighs. She caressed the hard muscle of his ass, then began licking up and down the length of his erection, teasing him with her light touch.

"In Buffy," he said, his voice deep with lust and passion. "Take it in your mouth."

She smiled as he tangled his fingers in her hair. Parting her lips, but remaining still, she allowed him to do slide his cock in and back out of her mouth.

"Oh, fuck....that feels fantastic, luv," he rasped. Holding her in place, he began to thrust a bit faster.

After a few seconds, he released her suddenly and pulled out of her mouth. "Stop...before I...."

"Before you...what?" Buffy asked, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Before you come?" She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed firmly. "In my mouth?"

"Yes!" he choked. "Before I come in your mouth."

"You sure about that?" she teased.

"Yeah." He looked down at her and smiled. "I want to come in your pussy....this time."

Buffy felt a jolt of excitement rush through her. She'd never before had such blatantly sexual comments made to her, and it was driving her crazy.

Spike dropped to his knees, then grabbed her arms and lowered her to the soft grass. Pushing her skirt up around her waist, he yanked her panties off and put his head between her thighs.

"Gotta make it wet first," he said with a devilish grin.

Buffy murmured contentedly when she felt him kissing the inside of her thighs, then nearly screamed when his tongue slid up the cleft of her sex and he pushed it inside.

She dug her nails into the damp grass as she lifted her hips to give him better access. Spike licked her with long, wet strokes of his tongue. Easily locating her clit, he sucked it hard.

The scream she could no longer hold back erupted from her throat, echoing through the empty graveyard as she came, grinding herself against his mouth.

Before she could recover from her orgasm, Spike rose to his knees. Shoving his jeans down, he grabbed her and turned her over onto her stomach.

He gave her no time to react. Taking hold of her hips, he pulled back until she was on her hands and knees in front of him. Quickly positioning himself, he thrust his shaft all the way in.

Without pausing, he began pumping his hips hard, making her grunt every time he slammed into her.

Buffy felt her body approaching another climax. Spike sensed it too, and reached around in front of her with one hand to finger her clit.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck..." He punctuated each thrust of his pelvis, pounding hard and fast.

The things he was saying, combined with the sound of his balls impacting against her upturned ass and the feel of his finger playing with her, drove Buffy to new heights of pleasure.

"Yes...yes...oh, God...oh, pleasepleaseplease..." she babbled mindlessly, unable to form a complete sentence. "So...good...so good...and...ahhhh....I'm....so close...please....please....do it....harder....harder...I need...."

Spike held her hips with both hands. "You need to come, baby?" he asked harshly. "Want to come...want me to make you come?"

"....yes...oh, yes," she panted. "Make me come...make me come, Spike....just you....only you....ever...."

"I will, baby. I'll...make...you....come!" Every word was timed to match the pace of his thrusts. "NOW!!" he roared, ramming in even faster as he felt her pussy clamp down on him, grasping and milking him for his ejaculation, taking it all.

With his final stroke, he sent his hand back around and rubbed her clit hard. Buffy screamed his name, as her body convulsed wildly, jerking with the pleasure and the power of her orgasm.

~~~~~
"When you arouse the need in me
My heart says "yes indeed" in me
Proceed with what you're leading me to.."
~~~~~

They collapsed together, with Spike barely having the presence of mind to tilt to one side so as not to crush her underneath his limp body.

Every ounce of strength had drained from them, and Buffy couldn't hold back a chuckle.

Spike looked at her, smiling. "What's funny, kitten?"

She sighed. "I was just thinking...if something dangerous was to show up right about now....I wouldn't be able to lift a finger to do anything about it."

"Mmmm....neither would I," he agreed. "Guess we'd both be done for."

"Yeah," she nodded. "but at least we'd go with a great, big smile."

"True." He took her hand and laced his fingers with hers, then kissed the back of it. "Buffy?"

"Hmmm?"

"I want you again."

She raised her head and stared at him. "Already?"

Spike grinned. "Yeah," he drawled, gesturing down at himself.

"Oh, my gosh," Buffy murmured when she saw that he was full erect again. "I've died and gone to heaven."

"Come here." Spike reached for her, pulling her down on top of him. "Kiss me."

With a delighted grin on her face, Buffy gave him what he'd asked for.

As he moved one hand into her soft hair, his sharp hearing picked up the sound of people approaching. Immediately, he rolled over and shielded her, not wanting anyone else to see his lover this way.

"What's....." Buffy looked puzzled.

"Shhh," he cautioned her. "I hear someone."

By now, she could hear them, too. It sounded like a group of teenagers, talking and laughing.

"Oh, God," she groaned. "They're not vampires, are they? I don't feel like fighting right now."

Spike shook his head. "No, just kids larking about, trying to scare each other." He stood up and held out his hand, pulling her to her feet.

They adjusted their clothing, re-buttoning and zipping up in all the right places.

But when everything was put to rights, they both wanted nothing more than to take it all off again and fuck like there was no tomorrow.

"Spike," Buffy murmured, moving close and rubbing herself against him. "Do something."

He held her, stroking his hand down the length of her back. "Want me to scare them off?" he asked.

She considered it for a moment, then shook her head. "No...we should go somewhere else. Even if we get rid of them, someone else might come along."

"Your house?" he suggested, smoothing her hair back.

"Are you kidding? With my mother's hearing?" Now that they were no longer exerting themselves, Buffy felt the chill of the damp night air, and she shivered.

He looked concerned, which surprised her. "We've got to get you inside, luv. It's getting too cold for you."

Shrugging his coat off, he wrapped her up in it, smiling at how cute she looked in the over sized garment. He turned the sleeves up for her, freeing her hands.

"Thank you," she said, giving him a kiss. "But aren't you cold?"

Spike shook his head. "Nah...vamps don't really feel the cold. Not like people do."

"Then how come you always wear this coat?" Buffy asked.

He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. "Cause I look damn good in it."

"That's true," she giggled. Snuggling closer, she could feel his erection pressing against her, and she wanted badly to undo his pants and take it out. "Why don't we go to your...you know?"

"That's no good, luv," he said, frowning. "It's almost as cold in there as it is outside."

Buffy considered their options. She was about to tell him that she was willing to take her chances at her house, when inspiration suddenly hit. "The Magic Box!"

"What about it?" Spike asked, rubbing her back as he nuzzled her neck.

"There's a cot in the basement!" she informed him, excitedly.

"Brilliant...let's go!"

~~~~~
"It's such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn't switch
Cause there's no sweeter witch than you.."
~~~~~
 


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