Buffy and Spike stood across the room from Xander, Anya and Willow. Giles sat disconsolately on the couch, staring at the wall.

"Wait, so let me get this straight." Buffy grabbed her fiance's hand and entwined her fingers with his.

"Willow cast a 'do my will'spell."

Willow nodded guiltily, biting her lip.

"Then she said some things about each of us, and now Giles is blind, Xander is a demon magnet even more than usual, and Spike and I are in love. Does that pretty much cover it?"

"Well. Actually Buffy, I never said you'd be in love with each other, I just said 'why don't you get married'."

Buffy shrugged. "Same dif." Willow was about to disagree when Spike cut the redhead off, scowling.

"How could you say we don't love each other? Don't be daft! Why would we be getting married if we didn't?" He pulled Buffy into a loving embrace, while still managing to glare at the witch over the top of Buffy's head.

Willow considered the pair thoughtfully, while Xander shuddered and Anya nodded approvingly. Leaning over to Xander, she 'whispered', "they'll be having orgasms soon, I think."

Xander groaned. "Ahn, we've had this discussion about you not speaking your mind, remember?"

Giles nodded enthusiastically from his seat on the couch. "Yes, Anya, do shut the bloody hell up!"

Spike grinned at the watcher as Buffy shook her head and continued.

"So, the demons that are after Xander can't get in because you have your protection spells in place, right, Giles?"

The older man nodded glumly; this also meant that his young charge and her friends were stuck here with him.

"And Wills, you said that you reversed the spell, but it takes awhile to wear off?"

Willow nodded miserably; she was never going to live this down. Maybe she could make it up to her friends, bake them cookies, or something. It always worked with Xander, anyway.

"So, what should we do in the meantime?" Buffy's question pulled Willow out of her reverie and she studied the group thoughtfully.

After a beat, the three girls' glances met simultaneously, and they shouted in gleeful unison, "Scattegories!"

Willow scampered off to retrieve the game they'd left in Giles' utility closet the last time they'd gotten together, and Anya began clearing the table off.

Spike shook his head at the girls' enthusiasm and Xander resigned himself to the inevitability of his somehow looking like an ass for the rest of the evening. His answers always got voted against, or booed. Or booed and mocked, as was likely the case with Spike being present.

Giles got up and shakily made his way to the kitchen, retrieving his last bottle of imported Scotch, then drumming one hand on the door to the cupboard while hefting the bottle in the other. Spike followed him into the kitchen and discerned that the Watcher was debating on whether he should bother with a glass.

"Rupert. I think you'd better just bring the bottle out and plan on sharing. I am not playing a soddin' board game without some form of liquid fortification."

By the time the two men emerged from the kitchen--their glasses full and the half-empty bottle of Scotch clutched firmly in Giles' left hand--the girls had set up the board and Anya was passing out answer pads, pencils and game cards.

Spike downed his drink in two gulps, then surveyed the pile that had accumulated in front of him. "I thought this was a game? This looks a little...academic."

Xander nodded and pointed at Spike as if he'd just proven a point. "See? Pencils, paper and writing do *not* equal fun! It equals English class!"

Willow just rolled her eyes. "Xander, stop being a baby and set up your card." The red-haired witch turned to Spike.

"Okay, here's how you play..."

As Willow began explaining the rules, Buffy sat down and scooted her chair right next to Spike's. Eyeing her, he grinned. "Looking to cheat off me, pet?"

"Shyeah. As if. I kick ass at this game, don't I, Wills?"

Willow nodded, although she couldn't resist adding, "Yeah, but who's the all-time Scattegories champ?"

Xander snorted. "Uh, would that be the girl who likes games that have to do with school work?"

Ignoring him, Willow held up the large, multifaceted die. "Okay, so we just toss this puppy and start the timer when we see what letter it is."

They watched intently as the die rolled down the table and settled. "R."

They all began busily scribbling on their pads, sometimes pausing to nibble pensively on their small pencil, or, in Xander's case, cursing and laying their heads down on the table.

When the buzzer sounded, groans filled the air, and Willow pouted. "Never enough time!"

Xander shook his head. "Only because you try to use seven words for each answer."

Buffy straightened up, holding her card in front of her. "Okay, clockwise and I'll start. 'Things in the sea'. I got 'rowboat'."

Spike shrugged. "River." At the skeptical looks, he added, "you know, as in 'River flows into the sea'."

Willow nodded and offered, "Red tide". Anya 'oohed' appreciatively and offered "Ryker's".

All eyes focused on Xander, who sighed. "Rum."

"What?"

"Rum. As in, yo, ho, ho and a bottle of...Nevermind. I'll just take the no points."

Buffy squinted at him for a few seconds before moving to the next category.

"Okay, things that people are afraid of, beginning with 'R'." She could have sworn she heard Giles mutter "Ripper" from his place on the couch but she didn't acknowledge it. "Okay, easy, rattlesnakes."

Spike's answer was "redheads". When asked to defend his answer, he grinned at Willow. "You folks saying you want the Witch here to keep up with the faulty mojo?" Everyone but Willow, who managed to not look wounded, quickly shook their heads and let him keep his points.

Willow perked up as her turn came. "Retribution".

Anya bobbed her head. "Yup, they sure do fear that! Why do you think I had a job for so many centuries? Okay, I got a double score. Rabid Rabbits."

As the others just stared at her, she shuddered at the very mention of those sickening beasts.

Xander picked up his board and peered closely at his answer. "I can't read...oh, okay. "Rocketships. You know, like if you were in one and it blew up. I bet you'd be afraid, then."

Giles groaned from the couch. At least since the onset of the game he'd been spared the nauseating sounds of his Slayer and her Vampire Fiance snogging like there was no tomorrow.

"For the love of God, Buffy, do stop sucking undead face!" Giles bellowed from the couch. His respite hadn't last long, since by the time the letter 'B' had come up Buffy had obviously lost interest in the game, focusing on...other pursuits. He fervently wished that Willow had 'willed' him deaf, too. Since he wasn't deaf, he decided to finish getting drunk instead, and tipped back the bottle of Scotch, draining the bottle in a final, appreciative swig.

As Buffy snuggled into her new position in Spike's lap she was greeted by the rock hard bulge of his erection struggling against the confines of his worn Button Fly Levis'. She turned to face him, her eyes wide as saucers. He shrugged and smiled, not embarrassed in the least.

"What can I say, luv? It's all for you, baby."

She smiled happily and leaned against his chest, fingering the large and garish silver Skull ring on her finger as if it were the Hope diamond, and appearing for all the world as if she was about to start purring in contentment.

Tossing away her answer board, Anya turned to Xander.

"Where's mine?"

Xander turned bright red, but Anya continued pointedly,

"Spike got an erection as soon as Buffy sat down. And he's dead! So where's your erection?" She got up and sat on Xander's lap sideways, then ground her bottom against his crotch. Smiling triumphantly, she announced, "Oh. There it is!" She leaned back against Xander's chest with a pleased smile on her face. Xander just stared at the wall, wondering why the Hellmouth couldn't accomodate him this one time and swallow him whole.

Giles gazed longingly, if unseeingly, at his empty bottle. "Good god, kill me now. Just bloody do it."

Ignoring her Watcher, Buffy leaned in and nuzzled Spike's neck, then nipped him lightly before pulling back and retrieving her word list, attempting to tally her score.

As Spike shifted, trying to adjust his now painful erection, Buffy glanced up from her answer sheet and smiled wickedly. She leaned over and kissed him, then exclaimed in obvious fake surprise,

"Er...Ow! Spike, your tooth just nicked me!

Spike cocked his head in confusion, trying to figure out what the Slayer was playing at, as Giles looked blindly in their general vicinity.

"Spike, what in God's name are your teeth doing near Buffy? Are you wearing your game face?"

Buffy giggled. "No, he's--it's nothing, Giles. I gotta go...get a band-aid. Spike, will you help me?"

"What, pet, you can't handle putting on...oh, right! Band-aid time!"

He leapt to his feet, and the couple hurried off to the second floor bathroom. Anya turned to Xander again, demanding, "Can we go to the bathroom next?" Xander slouched even lower in his seat and grumbled about sex-starved ex-demons being the death of him. Willow eeped in dismay and wondered when the spell would wear off...at this rate, she hoped it wasn't in the middle of...whatever Buffy and Spike were going to be doing in about thirty seconds. That would be even worse than afterwards, she thought worriedly.

Giles sighed deeply, trying to picture himself in the solitude of a library on a nice, rainy day, surrounded by books. Books that had nothing to do with vampires, slayers, demons or any form of witchcraft. Or any form of Xander.

It wasn't working. Images of Buffy and Spike cuddling and kissing still forced their way into his alcohol-fuzzed brain.

Clearing his throat, he gestured towards where he thought Xander was sitting and then towards the kitchen.

"Xander, there's some Peach Schnapps under the cabinet. Glasses in the cupboard. Fun to be had all around, I suppose. Would you mind?"

Xander got up resignedly as Anya clapped her hands excitedly and turned to Willow. "I love Schnapps! It tastes like ice cream!"

Willow stared at the ex-demon for a minute, and without turning, hollered, "four glasses, Xand. Four!"

The second the bathroom door was shut, Spike pulled Buffy into a firm embrace and nuzzled her neck.

"What about that band-aid, pet?" He almost purred the words as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of her skin.

She pulled back to face him and fluttered her eyelashes coyly.

"How 'bout if you just kiss it and make it better?"

Spike growled and pulled her in for a kiss that was at once tender and possessive. She responded in kind, slipping her tongue past the barrier of his still-blunt teeth. He hissed in sharp retort, deepening their kiss. His hand cupped her bottom and he lifted her slight frame so that she was sitting on the counter with her legs on either side of his hips.

She sighed and buried her hand in the soft silk of his hair. He broke their kiss and began placing light kisses on her face and neck. When he gently kissed the juncture of her neck and shoulder, his passion surged and he growled again. Buffy pulled him tighter against her so she could reach his own neck; she flicked her tongue over his jugular, then playfully bit into his salty skin. He almost came right then, she knew, as he shuddered and moaned into her skin. Feeling pleased with the power she wielded over this beautiful man, her hands moved to the buttons of his worn black jeans. He gasped as she quickly freed his fully erect member, sliding her hands gently down it's length. Moistening her thumb with the precum that was beaded at the tip, she ran it along the underside of his shaft. He took in a deep breath and pulled away so that he could undo the button of her own pants. She hopped off the counter and pushed him into a sitting position on the toilet. Quickly toeing off her shoes, she shed her pants and the silk thong she was wearing. There was no need for foreplay now; they'd spent the last several hours fondling and kissing each other to the point of bursting.

She stood in front of him between his legs, and he eagerly let his gaze travel down her body as he reached up under her shirt and cupped her silk clad breasts. Tracing lazy circles around her nipples with his thumbs, he teased them for a few seconds before flicking the already swollen buds. Buffy moaned with pleasure, then used her calves to push his legs together so that they were between her own as she pulled his jeans down past his knees, then quickly removed her shirt and bra. She leaned forward to kiss his neck again, the material of his t-shirt rasping against her tender breasts, and before he could respond she was straddling him. Teasing his throbbing member with her hot, moist entryway, she grasped the base of his cock and guided it to her own swollen sex, creating a delicious friction for both of them. Spike groaned and buried his face between her breasts, inhaling the scent that was just a natural part of Buffy; desire, strength, feminity, power. The only coherent thought he could form was that he had to be be closer to her, inside her, joined to her for as long as she would have him. His hips jerked upwards of their own accord, and Buffy smiled knowingly.

She pulled away just far enough so that they could see into each other's eyes; once she had his full attention, she guided him to her core and paused, searching those incredible blue eyes for something only she could discern. He kept his heavy-lidded, lust-laden gaze focused on hers, waiting, even though it was torture being so close to her without plunging into that inviting heat. After studying him for endless seconds, she apparently found whatever she was looking for, and sunk down onto his lap, enveloping him deeply with a sigh of purely feminine bliss. Spike groaned as she stretched tightly to accomodate him, and her slick readiness drove him mad with desire. It was like being immersed in a liquid fire, searing, almost painful even while being the most intense pleasure he'd ever known. Spike knew in that instant with troubling certainty that even if he never had her again, he would not be satisfied with anyone else. He gave her a moment to get used to him being inside her, then began a slow steady rhythm of upward thrusts, meeting her own grinding movements.

As the base of his cool shaft hit her swollen nub, she mewled with pleasure. Spike grinned, feeling a certain masculine pride at eliciting her response. She had thrown her head back, eyes closed and breasts thrust forward, as she rode him with increasing speed and force. He thought dimly that she had never looked more beautiful, and that she presented a picture he would never forget: his golden goddess, caught in the throes of sexual passion, about to climax from an orgasm *he* would give her. The very thought brought him to the edge, and he forced himself to stay on that precipice until Buffy herself was over it. He snaked a hand between them and used his thumb to apply the slightest pressure to her clit. She ground into his lap and threw her head back, muscles tightening, and with one more stroke she gasped his name. Writhing in ecstacy, she buried her face in his neck and let out final, muffled shout as she climaxed again. Spike lost all control and pumped up into her one last time, gripping her body to his. "Buffy!" He growled her name and his eyes blazed with a golden-yellow fire as he came, but his features remained human as he exerted tight control over his vampiric impulses. Sated, they collapsed limply onto each other, neither able to move, Buffy panting deeply.

After a few long moments, Spike began tracing circles on her back lightly with both hands, eyes still closed, head resting back against the wall behind the toilet tank. Buffy pulled herself back slowly, and Spike braced himself for the inevitable recriminations. When they didn't come, he opened his eyes and studied her intently. When she said nothing and simply returned his thoughtful gaze, he allowed a tender smile to play briefly on his lips before pulling her back into a tight embrace.

Softly, he ventured, "So, pet. When are we going to tell them the spell wore off a half hour ago?"

She stiffened for a second, then relaxed again. Kissing his collarbone, she murmured shakily, "What spell?"

He understood perfectly.

Buffy and Spike emerged from the bathroom fully satisfied but feeling somewhat guilty about having had mind-blowing sex in Giles' bathroom...actually, only Buffy was feeling guilty. Spike had the widest grin she'd ever seen pasted on his face and it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Willow, being slightly tipsy from the two glasses of Peach Schnapps she'd had after Buffy and Spike had run off to get 'a band-aid', giggled and pointed at the two. "Naughty Buffy! What were you two doing in there?" she teased, knowing exactly what the two had been up to. She was just a little drunk, not stupid.

Xander regarded the two with disgust. "I really don't want to go in there now, do I?"

Anya turned to him with a frown. "But you said we could have sex..."

"Ahn, I said when we got home!" he ground out, letting his face fall into his hands.

Buffy realized that Giles must have gotten his sight back by now, so he'd know that the spell had worn off. If he'd seen them coming out from the bathroom...

That train of thought was interrupted by the deep, heavy snore that came from Giles' couch, where the Watcher had finally succeeded in drinking himself into a blissful oblivion.

Spike caught Buffy's look of relief and reality hit him. Sighing, he threw himself into the arm chair. "So, pet. You gotta chain me up again, I s'pose?"

Buffy cocked her head at him consideringly. "I don't know. You have that chip, so...maybe it's time you found your own place to stay. Where the Initiative won't find you?"

Although he knew he should be happy, Spike actually felt deflated that she'd dismissed him from her life so easily, until she added softly,

"But make sure I know where you are...in case I need to check up on you or something."

Spike nodded, meeting her eyes.

"You got it, pet."

As Xander watched the confusing exchange, wondering whether they were still affected by the spell for some reason, Anya was insistently tugging on his arm, leading him towards the door.

"Xander. You said sex. The demons are gone. Let's go." Xander was about to protest, but decided to save himself the hassle.

Willow decided to catch a nap in Giles' spare bedroom rather than walking to the dorm room, claiming as she climbed the steps that she would make it up to her friends for all the trouble she'd caused. Buffy also left, claiming that she had a paper due in a few hours; muttering 'bye' to Anya and Xander, she gave Spike an unreadable look then almost sprinted out the door. As they followed her out, Xander asked his girlfriend, "Did Buffy just let Spike go? Not under the spell and everything? What the hell is she--Oh, God. Did the spell wear off when they were--"

"Less talking, more running home for orgasms. I don't know why we couldn't just go into the bathroom like Spike and Buffy did..."

"We will never mention that again."

"But--"

"Never. Or no more sex."

"Oh, fine."