Disclaimer: I wish... I wish... I wish...
Distribution: My hosts, my site.
Summary: How does she do it?
Rating: R
Pairing: BAus

"Great," Buffy said enthused, with a clap of her hands, "So how's it done? We wouldn't want Houdini out of his box."

"Well you see, it's going to involve magic that I'm not capable of."

"We are soo not bringing Willow out here. Magic drains her literally since her attack on the world."

"Yeah, see I, I uh, Giles told me."

"Great so now that we both agree Willow is out of the picture what kind of magic?"

Wesley nodded over to the office, and motioned for her to follow him. Buffy gave another glare at Connor, then shook her head and followed Wesley. When they walked inside, Fred picked up a heavy dictionary looking book with a whole bunch of demon and supernatural weirdos in it.

Nothing is mentioned anywhere about the beast… its like he was wiped clean from the files of the world. Someone should have predicted him coming, but to be sure is one thing and scrambling for footholds is another.

"So how do I get in? We need the info right? Well I'm dying to get inside."

"Very funny."

"Yeah I noticed you were a barrel of laughs there," Buffy quipped looking over his shoulder at the book he was holding.

"It figures that you are as phobic as Giles about techonology. Really it doesn't hurt and things are faster to look up and find."

"Yeah tell that to Cordeila and Fred, they've been searching."

"What with like search engines? Come on! Its called hacking. H-A-C-K- I-N-G. You know something that Willow could help with."

Wesley gave Buffy a look, "I thought we were trying to keep her out of this."

"No… out of magic," Buffy intoned dryly, sliding a nasty look Wesley's way.

"Fine, I'll call her later, until then let's try getting our information a more traditional way."

"Sex?"

Wesley's eyes snapped up from the book to meet Buffy's and his shocked face made her giggle like crazy.

"Oh man Wesley you really should have seen your face there!"

"I'll be sure to always keep a mirror handy. Do you honestly think he won't give you information without sex? The monitor would have to be switched off," Wesley commented then after a pause, he added as an afterthought, "…and the audio too."

"It would really be a private moment."

Wesley nodded, then handed the book over to show her the spell. He pointed to the ingredients on the page and over to the secondary provisions that would be needed. Buffy looked at the incantation thoughtfully, and continued to read before and after it to double check she got everything.

"It looks like you're trying to restore essence into him."

"A protective essence."

"Why not just a protective spell? Or hey, I could tied him to the bars with silk scarves and only come in when he was docile."

"I guess that could work."

"Yep, I'm going to go get some scarves, tell me, where's Angel's room?"

"Why would he? oh…"

Buffy left the office to go get the scarves, just as Gunn came through the door with an angry expression on his face. His frame was literally shaking with anger as Wesley tried to push his way pass only to be stopped by a strong muscular arm.

"You stay the hell away from my girl, you hear me English?"

"Quite, I'm not deaf you know."

"And yet here you are making advances on her. You don't think I hear the innuendoes?"

"What I think doesn't matter Gunn and you know it."

Gunn pressed the issue, stepping in to make it physical when Faith hauled him away from Wesley, her eyes looking like she wished she hadn't. Too long in prison had her itching for a fight, any fight, with anyone. It didn't matter to her.

Connor had taken steps towards the potential fight as well, but when he saw Buffy come back in a black silk robe that fell to her ankles, with jade silk scarves, he frowned at her curiously. He stood there, ignoring the crisis in Wesley's office and watched her hips sway out of sight.

"Ugh! Connor! Not you too!" Cordy huffed, watching the boy's eyes follow the blonde.

"Why does she look better with blonde hair?"

"Oh you are so in the dog house! Put your eyes back in your head Mister."

Connor gave Cordelia a look then with derision spoke nastily, "Remember Cordelia you broke up with me, so don't give me orders. You aren't my mother or my keeper."

"But its Buffy! I mean come on," Cordy said disgusted eyeing the monitor where Buffy had just appeared before the untamed and crude jerk. Making a gesture at the screen, she emphasized her point, "Look at that! She's willing to screw a demon for the Powers sake!"

"You wanted to as well you know," Connor spoke before walking away from her.

Cordelia scoffed and focused her attention on what was happening on the screen. It was just like Ms. Skanky Slayer to do something like this. Angel would have a fit!

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A low whistle escaped from Angelus as he eyed the vixen before him, he made a motion for her to twirl around before him so he could take in everything. The robe clung to her curves, setting off all the right places. Her nipples showed against the light weight fabric like beseeching beacons. The blonde was any sane man's ultimate fantasy come to life.

"You like?" Buffy asked sweetly, giving a twirl of the scarf.

"Very much, but you knew that."

Buffy looked down at his erection and smiled wolfishly at him, before prowling around the cage. The jade scarves trailed behind her as she eyes his cage and him. Her hair flipped over her shoulder as she turned to look up at the camera. Flashing a grin, Buffy walked over to the mounted piece of technology and turned it off.

"Now that we're all alone, I propose the question as how to keep you inside and get me in with you as well."

Angelus eyes her scarves knowing what she had planned, and shook his head. As he spoke he backed away from the bars, defiance sparking in his eyes. "No way in hell am I going to be tied up, not with you. I want use of my limbs."

"Oh you'll have perfect use, and who said you'd stay tied up?"

"That gleam in your eyes says it all."

"You figured out my dire plan to have to at my mercy! Oh no! Whatever shall you do amidst hoarse cries of orgasmic pleasure?"

"Making sure you come too."

"Well, here's the deal Angelus. You wear the silk, I'll lose the silk."

Angelus eyes her robe, telling by the line that she was nude underneath. He really didn't want to be tied up so much so that he couldn't move around, but which was the lesser of two evils? Her wearing that barrier of cloth, or him tied up with scarves?

Defiantly the enchaining, because her in that robe; it was too evil.

"Where will you bind me?"

"I knew you'd see things my way," Buffy said sauntering up towards him, past the red line.

It was a bold move for the slayer without a weapon. It was an even more bold move for Angelus to submit to her by offering his wrists for her to tie him up with. He watched shrewdly as she expertly tied the knots into their place, the bite of the silk firm.

Angelus watched as she stepped away and out of sight, hearing a distinctive click of a bolt being shut and wondered if he should even try to escape. But when he saw her walking towards him, with one of her slender fingers running down the edge of the robe, he lost the will to do it. He lost all will to be anything but her sex slave and master and equal when the robe slipped off of her shoulders, pooling at her feet.

He got the better deal, was Angelus' last coherent thought when the goddess began to walk towards him.

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