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Chapter 7:Switched Again.

Buffy sat, Spike’s arms crossed over his chest, pouting and looking forlorn at the dining room table. She had just had to sit and listen to her mother’s rant about equal treatment for Spike and how he’s a good person and the stupidity of bigoted people for the last ten minutes.

The lecture itself she could have brushed off easily, but it was the niggling feeling that her mom had the hots for Spike and that there was going to be weird kinky vampire/mom sex going on in the house once she and Spike got switched back.

It turned her borrowed stomach.

And what was Spike doing while she had to endure the endless stream of words that was coming out of her mother’s mouth? Oh, he was being a good little vampire trapped in her body and was mowing the lawn!

“I just think that he deserves to be treated like a friend, you’ve known him for long enough. I like him and I hope to see him over here a lot more,” said her mother ending her tirade.

Buffy stood, glared at her mother a moment and walked up the stairs needing to be away from the ranting. She needed to be alone with her own thoughts.
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Joyce crept upstairs to tell Buffy that the others were waiting for her. When she reached her daughter’s doorway, the sight that greeted her was so cute she had to take a picture.

It was the flash of the camera that woke up Buffy, who had fallen asleep on her bed clutching Mr Gordo.

“Mom!” Buffy protested, holding up Spike’s hand to block further pictures.

“Sorry Buffy, it was just too cute to pass up. Mr. Giles is here. I think he’s ready to switch you back,” said Joyce.

“Wonderful,” said Buffy bitterly as she got up out of bed.

“You don’t want to be switched back?” asked her mother perplexed. “I mean I could get used to you in Spike’s body. I always wanted a son, your father was the one that didn’t want anymore kids. I just don’t think you would want to spend the rest of Spike’s unlife in the shadows.”

Buffy cringed slightly.

“And Spike, I’m sure he could get used to being in your body, he’s an adaptable young man and think of all the things he could do in the sunlight,” continued Joyce. “But I think I’d rather have you both in your own bodies. My Slayer daughter and her Vampire friend. Maybe you’ll even indulge a fantasy I’ve had where you two can actually be in the same room with one another and not bicker.”

Buffy nodded briefly, attempting to process what her mother was saying through her sleep addled mind. She brushed Spike’s hand across his face absently, forgetting about the bruises that Riley had inflicted on this body.

“Are you coming?” asked Joyce as she headed to the top of the stairs.

Sleepily Buffy headed down the stairs.

In the living room sat Giles, Willow, and Xander. Spike stood running Buffy’s fingers through her hair, as if he was going to miss the feeling. Anya was standing to the side very openly ogling Spike in Buffy’s body.

“You know I can’t even tell it’s Spike in there,” observed Anya. “As long as he doesn’t open his mouth of course.”

The group turned their attention to Spike’s body.

“Buffy! Excellent, we can begin,” said Giles, standing up from the couch.

Buffy rubbed the sleep from Spike’s blue eyes and glared at the happy people in her living room.

“Buffy?” asked Willow, standing up from the couch, taking in for the first time the bruises that Spike’s face sported. “What happened?”

“Solider Boy’s handiwork,” explained Spike. “Caught him beating the crap out of the poor helpless Slayer.”

Buffy glared at her body.

“I’d hit you right now Spike, but it would hurt. My fist has a meeting with your nose after we get all switched back,” said Buffy, Spike’s voice only slightly muffled by the swelling lip. “I also think Riley cracked a rib,” she continued sitting down.

“Riley beat you up?” asked Xander. “Did he know that you were Spike-like?”

“I tried to tell him, he just wasn’t listening,” said Buffy.

“He must really hate Spike to not even pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth,” observed Anya.

The whole room fell silent for a moment.

“Well, shall we get this show on the road?” asked Joyce. “Riley will be here in an hour for his date with Buffy and I’m sure he’s expecting his girlfriend to be back in her body.”

Buffy and Spike both cringed.
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Fifteen minutes later Joyce sat on the couch observing the ritual that was being conducted in her living room. Xander, Willow, Anya and Giles stood in a circle around the two switched beings. Chanting a low rhythmic Latin verse that Joyce did not understand the group started passing something between them, when whatever it was changed hands it lit up focusing Joyce’s attention on the thing that glowed red, then white, then blue. Finally it was passed from Giles to Spike’s hand then to Buffy’s then to Anya completing the ritual.

Anya dropped the item on the ground and they all backed away from the circle as if unsure that it had worked at all.

“So are we all in the right bodies?” asked Xander.

“Oooh!” said Willow with a smile. “I am!”

The rest of the group looked at Willow annoyed.

“Buffy?” asked Joyce looking at her daughter’s body. “You in there?”

“Umm,” started Anya’s voice. “Not so much.”

All eyes turned to Anya.

“You’re in Anya?” asked Willow, passing her eyes over Anya’s body.

Anya’s body nodded. “And I feel way old for some reason...”

“Hey, upside...you’re a girl again,” noted Xander.

“Thanks Xan, that makes me feel so much better,” noted Buffy. “I’m in Anya! Would you all stop thinking that you need revenge!”

“So where is Anya then?” asked Joyce.

“That would be me over here in this body,” came Spike’s voice. “Feels odd really. I’m kinda hungry. The blood rushing through your veins is very tempting. I wonder what Xander’s blood tastes like. The drinking of blood is a very sexual act you know,” said Anya, a smile lighting up Spike’s face.

“Oy! You aren’t shaggin’ the whelp while you are in my bloody body!” shouted Giles’ voice.

“I guess that answers the question of where Spike is,” said Willow.

The rest of the group turned to Buffy’s body with awe.

“Giles?” asked Willow.

“Well, it seems the spell went wrong didn’t it?” said Buffy’s voice, with another, more refined British accent. “Buffy if you would kindly break the katra, it should return us all to the right bodies.”

“Sure you don’t want to explore your inner woman?” asked Spike curiously.

“Most certainly not,” protested Giles. “Buffy?”

Buffy nodded Anya’s head and brought her foot down hard on the metal talisman that Giles had donated to the cause.

There was a flash of light and the four switched parties landed on the floor with a thump.

“Ow! That hurt!” said Anya’s voice. “If that was going to happen the least you could have done was warned us about possible bruising,” she muttered. “Oh! And look! I’m back in my own body! Yay!” Anya got up off the floor and rubbed her behind. “Xander, I was having naughty thoughts while I was in Spike.”

“Ahn,” warned Xander, still relieved to be in his body.

Anya motioned with her eyes that she wanted to leave ASAP. Xander took her hand and led her towards the door.

“Uh, good luck with the whole switching back thing!” said Xander as the two left, one thing clearly on their minds.

“Are we all in our own bodies again?” asked Giles. He felt his chest. “Clearly I am.”

Spike sat down on the couch in a huff.

“I’m all Spike-like again!” pouted the vampire’s body.

“It didn’t work Watcher,” agreed Buffy’s body, sitting down beside Spike’s body on the couch and wrapping an arm around the black tee shirt clad shoulders. “Back to the books with you.”

Giles had a defeated look on his face as he headed out the door, Willow following close behind with apologies for the failure floating in the air.

Buffy was oblivious to the whole thing, wrapped up in the suckiness that was her life right now.

With a knowing smile Joyce left the two alone for a moment and headed into the kitchen to heat up Buffy some blood.

“What am I supposed to do now?” she wailed. “Riley’s gonna be here any minute, expecting girl girlfriend Buffy and I’m gonna have to break up with him cause he hit me and can I just hide?” she said cuddling up against her body.

Spike rubbed his back a moment before responding.

It was a sensation that he wanted to enjoy, Buffy and him, hugging, even if it really wasn’t how he imagined it. His hard body was pressed up against Buffy’s soft yet deceptively hard one in comforting places. His head resting just above her left breast.

“This day has sucked like no day has ever sucked before,” she continued.

He nodded, and continued to rub his back. He didn’t want this moment to end.

“Spike, are you turned on in my body again?” she suddenly asked.

Spike blushed prettily, removing Buffy’s hand from his back.

“Exactly how am I supposed to react when you’re all over me?” he spat. “You say it like it’s wrong! Just a natural reaction.”

Buffy sniffled and stood up.

“It was just a question you...Gah! You are so frustrating! You think I don’t know what being around you does to my own body?”

Spike opened Buffy’s mouth to continue the tirade, but stopped as he words sunk in. “This been going on long Slayer?” he said a leer passing over Buffy’s face.

The classic deer in the headlights look passed over Spike’s face.

“No need to be skittish about it pet,” continued Spike. “Look down.”

Tentatively Buffy did as he asked. There, in the blue jeans she had dressed Spike in that morning, Spike Jr. was making his presence known.

“I...” she stammered, unsure as to what to say.

“Natural reaction and all, right pet?” he asked, whispering into his ear.

Buffy closed Spike’s eyes and gulped. Without warning Buffy felt a hand on Spike’s package, gently rubbing through the denim. Startled, she opened the blue eyes again only to find herself staring into her own green orbs.

“Spike...don’t,” she moaned.

“Don’t what, Slayer?” persisted Spike.

“Riley’s gonna be here any minute...”

“Then you certainly don’t want a hard on when you greet Whitebread... I can take care of that for you. Just like I did in the shower this morning.”

“Spike...My mom is in the next room!” she hissed.

“So?”

“Buffy? Spike? Do you two want a bite to eat before Riley gets here?” asked Joyce from the kitchen.

Buffy pulled away from Spike like he had zapped her.

“Sure mom,” Buffy called out sending Spike a sympathetic look.

Spike advanced on his body once more. “Gonna go into that kitchen like that are you?”

Spike’s eyes went wide at the implication. Buffy grabbed her hand and started leading Spike up the stairs.

“Give us 15 minutes Mom, I need to get dressed for my date!” called Buffy.
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tbc...

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Chapter 8: If it’s your own body...

Buffy looked at her body convinced that part of Spike’s insane perversion had decided to stay in the body she was inhabiting. She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her.

She needed this. She craved it. And the fact that it was her hand that was unbuttoning the jeans Spike’s body was wearing? That was turning her on too.

Slowly Spike unzipped the blue jeans and drew out his cock, ready, waiting and hard, cradling it in Buffy’s tiny hands.

Buffy expelled unneeded air and fastened Spike’s hand over her own, forcing him to begin stroking his length in rhythm with the breaths of her body.

“You like it when you touch me?” he asked seductively.

Without realising she did it, she nodded, Spike’s tongue snaking out of his mouth to lick his dry lips.

Buffy’s green eyes drank in his lips, Spike parting her lips ever so slightly wondering what it would be like to kiss them.

It’s ok if it’s your body, right? he pondered.

Spike passed Buffy’s thumb over the head of his erection, causing an audible gasp from the slayer trapped in his body.

The gasp of inhaled air brought a reminder that Spike was just as sexually frustrated as she was. Suddenly a wave of sympathy hit her. She had gotten off twice already today and he hadn’t had any relief. Well, at least she hoped that he hadn’t without her.

Buffy removed Spike’s hands from a top her own, guiding his strokes, and gently unbuttoned the skirt that her body was wearing, letting the garment fall to the floor.

Manly hands traced the curve of her hip and skirted the line of the low cut thong.

It’s ok if it’s your own body, right? she asked herself.

Spike’s hands decided it for her as they delved into the black thong her body was wearing and sought out her clit.

Secretly pleased with the reaction Spike was having in her body, Buffy let a smile pass over Spike’s face as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.

Spike sighed in relief as his fingers made easy work of Buffy’s clit. She knew just where to touch. He, never in a million years, thought that she would let it go this far. Selfish bitch; it was all about her. But this unforeseen act of kindness made his heart leap. He knew that if she had ever found out that he had touched her body anywhere that wasn’t absolutely necessary he’d get bopped in the nose for his troubles.

Buffy closed Spike’s eyes letting the sensations take her over. It was undoubtedly better when her hands were on Spike’s cock, rather than his. Maybe it was the unfamiliarity of it, the unpredictability, of having someone else‘s hands giving you pleasure?

But this train of thought pulled into a station Buffy knew she shouldn’t go to. She started to wonder what it would feel like to fuck Spike.

But more importantly how would it feel to fuck Spike when she was safely back in her own body.

She brought her attention back to what Spike’s hand was doing to her body, determined to bring Spike off before she shot.

“Oh Buffy,” Spike moaned, as Buffy slid two fingers in and out of her slick channel while Spike’s thumb rubbed her clit.

Buffy opened Spike's eyes wide as she realised that his moaning was going to bring her mom upstairs to investigate. She started to withdraw Spike’s hand, but was stopped by her own hand, holding it in place.

“Been waiting all bloody day for this,” he hissed.

With a gulp Buffy nodded and resumed her actions. Spike dropped her hand from his cock as the intensity built and put Buffy’s hands on his hips.

With a pinch to her clit, Buffy sent Spike over the edge, letting him muffle the high pitched shout coming forth from her lips in his shoulder. Buffy extracted Spike’s hand from her underwear and grabbed one of her hands to get Spike back on task.

Before she could insist, Spike was on her knees before his body doing something she hadn’t even contemplated. Buffy gasped as Spike took his cock into her mouth.

The change of temperature was almost enough to send her off. Weaving Spike’s fingers through her blond locks, Buffy let Spike's eyes roll into the back of his head as she felt her tongue twirl obscenely against the head of his cock.

The sensation of sucking one’s own cock not lost on him, Spike lost himself to the action. His hard shaft thrusting in and out of Buffy’s mouth felt almost natural. He removed Buffy’s hands from his ass and gave a little tug to the jeans Buffy had dressed him in, giving enough room for his balls to escape their confines. With purpose, Spike trailed a hand up to meet the apex of his thighs, carefully fondling them as Buffy’s throat and tongue massaged his cock.

Just as he predicted Spike felt his balls tighten up as his body prepared to cum. He opened Buffy’s throat and drank.

Buffy let go of her head and stumbled back as Spike let his cock fall from her mouth.

“Oh my god!” she hissed. “I can’t believe you did that!”

“Didn’t hear any complaints at the time, luv,” said Spike, still on Buffy’s knees, clad in a shirt and thong.

Quickly Buffy zipped up and fled to her closet. “We need to get you into other clothes.”

If Spike’s face could have blushed it would have been beet red. Mortified at the shock, that her mouth had...done something so wonderful to... Buffy felt Spike’s cock twitch back to life at the thought of getting sucked off again.

A train of thought that swiftly pulled into ‘I wonder what it feels like for a guy to fuck’ station. She had all the parts necessary, and she started to wonder just how it felt to have this appendage that wanted nothing more than to be housed in a nice warm wet channel to be housed in said wetness. She felt another significant twitch in the trouser area before she mentally slapped herself to focus on the task of finding clothes for Spike, and the closet in which she was standing.

“Buffy...” said Spike wanting to talk about what just happened.

“No time for talking, Spike. My mom thinks we’ve been getting you dressed for my date with Riley!” She couldn’t talk about this now, that would lead to more of the thing with her tongue and his...Think clothes, Buffy! she chastised herself.

“You can’t honestly expect me to be anywhere near that git and not beat the crap out of him Slayer!”

“You aren’t actually going on a date with him, Spike. Did you not hear me earlier? Riley and me, so not happening right now.”

“Then why...”

“’Cause I need to get back at him on a purely vindictive level Spike...It’s a time honoured tradition dating back many eons,” explained Buffy pulling new clothes out of her closet.

Turning, she thrust a leather skirt and a red top at Spike, then rummaged through her underwear drawer and found a new black thong.

“Put these on,” she ordered, before turning back to her closet and began pulling out a whole other outfit.

Spike looked up concerned. “What’s with the other set of clothes pet?” he asked, eyeing the pants and top she now held in her hands.

“For patrol after,” she stated bluntly as if he should have known.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, taking off the grey top and slipping on the red. “Why do bints wear so many bleedin’ clothes?”
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Buffy and Spike returned to the main floor of the Summers’ residence, Spike dressed and made up for his ‘date’ with Riley and Buffy actually smiling about how she was going to make Riley miserable.

“What took you so long?” asked Joyce as she set a plate of stake and potatoes in front of Buffy’s body and a glass of blood in front of Spike’s.

“There was massive disagreement about what to wear,” lied Buffy. “But,” she sighed, “Spike won out, ‘cause it is him who’s wearing it all.”

Joyce smiled. “That is very diplomatic of you Buffy.”

Buffy smiled back at her mom, picking up the glass of blood and taking a sip.

The doorbell rang.

All three beings in the kitchen lurched up from their spots and made for the door, Joyce swiftly getting to the door first, followed closely by Spike.

With her best disapproving mom face on Joyce opened the door to Riley... a very nervous Riley, standing on her front porch flowers in hand.

“Riley,” greeted Joyce coldly.

“Mrs. Summers, I’m here to pick up Buffy for our date.”

It was hard not to giggle, so Joyce just bit her lip and backed up from the door waiting to see which one of the switched beings behind her would actually step forward.

Hesitantly Riley stepped into the house and offered the flowers to Buffy, or rather Buffy’s body.

“I thought I told you jewellery Whitebread?” sneered Spike, backing away from the flowers.

“You, you didn't get switched back?” the commando asked.

“No, we didn’t” confirmed Buffy, taking the flowers from Riley’s hands and sniffing. “Thanks for the flowers though,” she said a smile lighting up Spike’s face.

“My god Buffy, what are you going to do?” asked Riley standing exactly on spot, refusing to budge an inch.

“Giles is working on it,” noted Buffy moving away from the door towards the kitchen for a vase.

When she returned, vase in hand, the three figures at the door way stood in silence, the door still open behind Riley.

“What are we going to do?” asked Riley in a softer tone.

With a hard look Buffy stared down her boyfriend. “It all depends on you now doesn’t it, Riley? We can either go on our date as planned or we don’t.”

Riley looked from Spike to Buffy and back again.

“But Buffy, you’re a guy, I had a romantic dinner planned...Sunnydale’s a small town. We’re bound to run into someone we know...”

Buffy put Spike’s hands on his hips, Spike’s steely blue eyes boring into Riley’s head. “Just because I’m not in my own body we can’t go out?” she shouted. “Are you more afraid of your image as macho solider man than spending time with your girlfriend? Fine, then take Spike out, I’m sure he’ll show you a good time.”

Riley gawked at the suggestion.

“And that would be why she made you dress up,” noted Joyce to the scowling vampire that inhabited her daughter’s body.

“No, absolutely not!” declared the commando.

Buffy shrugged Spike’s shoulders. “Well Riley it’s been nice talking to you then, don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” said Buffy taking her vase of flowers out of the hallway with her as she headed up the stairs to her room.

“I don’t...I don’t understand,” muttered Riley.

“Neither do I Soldier Boy, neither do I,” said Spike sadly following up behind his body.

“Maybe it would be better if you left, Riley,” said Joyce softly. “I don’t think that Buffy’s quite forgiven you for hitting her earlier.”

“It was Spike I was hitting, not her, if she would just understand that!” shouted an indignant Riley.

Left alone in the hallway with Joyce, Riley suddenly realised something. Spike was up there with Buffy alone!? Riley bounded up the stairs, leaving Joyce in his wake. He barged into Buffy’s bedroom only to find Buffy’s body without a top on and Spike’s body sitting on the bed clutching Mr. Gordo.

“What the hell is going on here?” he shouted.

“What does it bloody look like? I’m getting dressed for soddin’ patrol! Bloody bint has to dress me up three times a day...” answered Spike, pulling a white sweater over Buffy’s head.

“You’re changing in front of each other?” asked Riley confused.

“He’s in my body Riley, there isn’t much of my body I haven’t seen!”

“But what about him! Has...Has he touched you?”

Buffy go up off the bed and walked into her boyfriend’s personal space. “I can safely say, Riley, that Spike has been the perfect gentleman and has not touched me at all. Now if you don’t mind I really don’t want to talk to you right now. Get out.”

Riley backed up a bit, his confused expression making Spike smirk across the room as he zipped up Buffy’s ‘slaying’ boots.

“How do you know he won’t try anything?” asked Riley lamely, his arguments sounding stupid even to himself.

Buffy cocked Spike’s scarred eyebrow in reply.

“Just go, Riley. I’ll call you when I’m switched back, okay?” said Buffy with a softness she hadn’t exhibited all day.

Riley nodded in compliance and turned to head back down the stairs.

“Awww, no kiss goodbye?” asked Spike.

“Shut up Spike,” muttered Buffy, grabbing Spike’s duster and slipping it on. “Let’s go kill something.”
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tbc...

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Chapter 9:Therapy

Buffy led the way down the stairs for patrol, Spike's duster floating out behind his body as Buffy went down the stairs.

“Out for patrol?” asked her mother, coming out of the kitchen.

“Have to get rid of the urge to hit my boyfriend some how,” muttered Buffy.

“Will you be gone long?”

Buffy shrugged Spike’s shoulders. “I don’t know?” admitted Buffy.

Joyce nodded in understanding. “I’ll make up the spare bed for you Spike,” said Joyce with a smile.

“That’s right kind of you Joyce,” said Spike fiddling with one of Buffy’s stakes.

Buffy groaned to herself at the absurdity of it all. Her mom being all flirty with her vampire. “Can we go?” asked Buffy in a gruff voice.

Buffy reached for the doorknob, only to be cut off by the sound of someone knocking from the other side.

“Great! Giles is here!” said Buffy, falsely happy.

She opened the door, letting Giles brush by her in a rush.

“We, uh, have a problem Buffy,” said Giles looking directly at Spike in her body.

“Over here Giles,” reminded Buffy, waving Spike’s hand in front of the watcher’s face.

“Oh, right, sorry Buffy,” muttered Giles, running his fingers through his hair nervously.

“You have news Mr. Giles?” asked Joyce.

“Right. Given our less then spectacular success with the katra spell, I have been investigating where we went wrong. Naturally I cannot find out the cause...”

“Naturally,” mocked Spike.

“And so I contacted the one other person in North America that has any expertise on these kind of spells,” continued Giles.

“Yay, bringing in the big guns. When does this mega expert get here?” asked Buffy.

“Oh he’ll be here in two hours or so. But that is not the problem,” he admitted hesitantly.

“Then what is?” asked Spike before Buffy had a chance to say anything.

Giles gave a sigh as he saw both of them staring at him intently, neither one of them looking as if they were going to drop it. He heaved another sigh before answering them.

“Angel knows.”

“Excuse me?” exclaimed Buffy, Spike’s voice raising an octave.

“Just how did the Poofter find out?” asked Spike.

“Wesley told him,” Giles stated, trying his best to remain neutral and calm.

“Wesley is your expert!” shouted Buffy, starting to pace.

“It seems that Wesley has recently been working with Angel and Cordelia in LA.”

“Oh god, I need to sit down. This day just keeps getting worse,” muttered Buffy heading for the couch. “I so don’t want to deal with Angel right now.” Buffy sat Spike’s body down and put his head in his hands.

With a glare at the watcher, Spike sat down beside his Slayer and began patting her back.

“You don’t have to see hair gel boy if you don’t want to Slayer,” said Spike in a soothing tone.

“No he’ll find me,” she moaned, resting Spike’s head on her shoulder. “He has a habit of doing that.”

“Let’s go kill some nasties,” he offered. “That always makes you feel better.”

Buffy nodded and stood up from the couch to face her mother and Giles who were decidedly staring at them.

“What?” spat Buffy.

Giles immediately shook his head and muttered that it was nothing, while Joyce promptly decided that they had been very cute together.

“Huh?” asked Buffy for clarification.

“You and Spike on the couch, you two are very cute together,” reiterated Joyce.

Buffy gave a confused look to her mother, before Spike caught his arm and led his body out of the house.
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“...Always interfering in my life, thinks he knows better...gah! Why can’t he just stay in LA like he wanted?” ranted Buffy, waving Spike’s hands about in the night air.

Spike followed behind letting her rant into the empty cemetery, knowing full well that if she continued there was likely to be no nasties to kill.

“First, Riley going all bonkers about the switch and hitting you/me, with the guilt and the loathing, he hit me! You are supposed to walk away at the first sign of violence, right? I mean that’s how it’s supposed to work.” Buffy turned suddenly to face Spike, his long duster fanning out behind his body.

“And now Angel’s coming.” she continued. “And my mom’s all flirty with you and I just want to beat the crap out of Riley for touching you! Me! Gah!”

Spike smirked at her inability to process all the craziness of her day. Not like he wanted to be her therapist, listening to her rant about the other men in her life, but it might just clear up what was going on between the two of them.

“When you get all switched back what are you going to tell the soldier boy then?” prodded Spike.

Buffy sat down on a tombstone and sighed, Spike’s shoulders hunched over. “What would you do?” she asked.

The shock at her sending the question back at him and the idea that she even would respect his opinion if he gave it caused him to pause a moment longer than he intended.

“It would be all ‘kickin’ him to the curb’ wouldn’t it?” continued Buffy.

Spike nodded Buffy’s head in agreement.

“You are one smart vampire you know,” she confessed. “You tell anyone I said that and it’s the ash tray for you buster,” she said pointedly.

With a chuckle, Spike put Buffy’s hand on her heart. “Wouldn’t dream of it pet.”

“If you think about it, breaking up with Riley is gonna be so much easier than trying to explain to him why I know what it feels like for a guy. It’s like Madonna, but gender reversed,” she mused.

The pair sat and stood in silence for a moment.

“I scared all the vamps away didn’t I?” she finally admitted into the night air.

“One notable exception to that statement...”

“True,” she admitted. Buffy hopped off the tombstone. “You wanna go back?” asked Buffy.

“Sure, luv, I’m having this weird feeling, maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that cheesecake for lunch?” he laughed.

“You had cheesecake?” she whimpered. “Please tell me you ate something healthy?”

“Ya I ate something healthy,” he replied.

They fell instep with each other walking out of the cemetery.

“Is your mum really acting flirty around me?” asked Spike out of blue.

“You just noticing this?” observed Buffy, Spike’s hands buried in his duster’s pockets.
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As they traveled back the house Buffy became increasingly aware of the need to get her body back home. Spike was still oblivious to it, but she could smell it with Spike’s enhanced vampire senses that the need to get to the bathroom was a very good idea right now.

She didn’t even let him greet her mom as they returned to the house, merely urging her body up the stairs and into the bathroom. Leaving her body sitting on the toilet, Buffy went in search of supplies.

“Buffy? Is everything ok?” asked her mother who had made her way up the stairs concerned. “Does your body need first aid?”

Buffy shook Spike’s head. “No he will be ok. It’s all going to hit him at once but he’s gonna be fine.”

“What’s going to hit him?” asked Joyce.

“Spike’s just got my period,” said Buffy with an evil tone in Spike's voice.

Leaving her mother at the doorway, Buffy entered the bathroom, pile of supplies in hand, to see the vampire in her body sitting, pants around her ankles.

“I hope you have a good explanation for this one Slayer. It’s all well and good to get your pants off but this doesn’t promise a good time.”

“Oh you won’t be having a good time for a couple of days Spike,” warned Buffy.

“Bloody witch warned me about this...Just thought we’d get all switched back and I’d get to drool over your incredible smell instead of getting the cramps and the back pain and the mood swings.”

“Willow. Smart girl,” agreed Buffy. “But it looks like you’re stuck with it. Pants off,” ordered Buffy tugging at her boots and removing the bunch of cloth at her ankles.

Squatting on the floor in front of the toilet, Buffy tossed aside the pants her body had been wearing and picked through the pile of stuff she had carted into the bathroom with her. She picked up a pair of white bikini briefs and applied a pad to the crotch.

She held the pair of undies out so Spike could step through them. “Step in please,” she asked. Tentatively, Spike lifted Buffy’s legs up to step through the underwear. Buffy reached up and handed Spike a wad of toilet paper. “Wipe,” she ordered.

Feeling like he was being treated like a baby, Spike did as he was asked anyway and then stood up, only to have Buffy slide the underwear up her legs.

“I’m not a bloody child Slayer!” he protested.

“Fine, put these on,” she said throwing her yummy sushi pyjamas at him. “Then come down stairs.”

Buffy grabbed the pants and thong before heading out of the room.
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Buffy was down stairs watching tv with her mom, when Spike finally came down to the living room, clad in yummy sushi pyjamas and looking miserable.

“Oh Spike,” cooed Joyce, “You need drugs.” In an instant, Joyce was offering him a glass of water and two pills.

Downing the pills, Spike flopped on the couch beside his body.

“Hot water bottle?” asked Buffy holding the object up for view.

Spike nodded Buffy’s head and reached out for it.

“Blanket?” asked Joyce.

Before he could nod the blanket was wrapped around him and he found Buffy’s body snuggly against his own.

“Do you do this every month?” asked Spike curious.

“No, we did this special for you cause it’s your first,” said Buffy.

“My Spike’s a woman now!” laughed Joyce.
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tbc...

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Chapter 10: Fine for You

They were in the middle of watching Pride and Prejudice when there came a knock at the door.

Rather than disturb Buffy and Spike, Joyce slinked to the door well aware of the problems that Angel‘s presence in her house would cause.

Through the window Joyce saw the broody face of her visitor and prepared herself for an argument. Reluctantly, she opened the door hoping that he wouldn’t start yelling.

“Angel,” she greeted with a sombre face.

“Where is he Joyce?” asked the broody vampire on the porch.

“Who?” asked Joyce innocently.

“Spike, who else?”

“Right, well they are on the couch watching a movie. They don’t want to talk to you right now. Perhaps you should go somewhere else and come back when Wesley and Giles have come up with a way to fix this mess.”

“What mess?” asked Angel.

“You mean you don’t know?” Joyce questioned. “You came all the way down here and you don’t know what’s going on?”

“What’s to know?” he admitted, “It’s Spike, he’s evil.”

“Oh yes, cause an evil vampire watches Pride and Prejudice.”

“He read it often enough as a fledge...Let me in Joyce...”

“No,” she said blocking his entrance to the house.

“He could be draining Buffy as we speak!” Angel raised his voice.

With a hard look in her eyes, Joyce put her free hand on her hip and glared. “You don’t tell me what to do Angel, you may be centuries older than me, but this is my house. I trust Spike.”

“He’s a killer!”

“Pot, kettle?”

“Joyce let me in,” he ordered.

There was some movement in the living room, causing the two members of the doorway stand off to direct their attention to the living room.

“Ow,” came Buffy’s voice.

It took all of a second for Angel to react to the voice. Angel pushed Joyce out of the way and raced into the living room.

Buffy looked up from adjusting Spike’s blanket after they decided that they needed to change spots, her body had started to get pins and needles from sitting that way for so long. Angel, glared back at her, at Spike’s body with eyes that were flashing brown to amber.

“Angel, what the hell are you doing in my house?” she asked, Spike’s voice resonating in his ears, making Buffy realise that Angel wasn’t going to buy it either, just like Riley hadn’t.

Angel hitting her was gonna hurt a lot more though.

“Spike, get away from her,” ordered the older vampire.

“It’s happening again isn’t it?” asked Spike from his position laying on the couch. “Bloody hell can’t your soddin’ exes leave my body alone?”

“Apparently it’s a syndrome,” Buffy noted, standing up from the couch. “Angel, I don’t want you here. GO away!”

“That’s not for you to decide, Spike!” declared Angel.

“He doesn’t know,” mentioned Joyce from the hallway, clutching her head, a bruise beginning to bloom on her forehead.

“Oh god, Mom! What happened?” asked Buffy, rushing over to her mother.

“I might have pushed her,” confessed Angel with his best apologetic look.

Buffy turned Spike’s body around and glared at her ex boyfriend as she wrapped Spike’s arms around her mother. “You did this?”

“I thought Spike...”

“No, Spike didn’t do anything. Actually he won’t be doing anything for a while, Angel,” said Buffy annoyed.

“Huh?” Angel had a confused look on his face.

“Wesley didn’t tell you that we switched bodies?” asked Buffy, earning a chuckle from Spike on the couch.

Angel looked between the girl on the couch in pyjamas and the vampire that was holding Joyce by the shoulders.

“Imagine how bloody confusing it is to us, Peaches,” noted Spike on the couch, who was glaring coldly at the elder vamp for having pushed Joyce. “All we can do is sit back and wait for the Watcher and Red to fix us. The last attempt went all wonky.”

Buffy and her mom went into the kitchen to get ice for Joyce’s head. Angel sat down on the couch for a moment. It was as if Spike could see the wheels turning in his head.

“Why is your body all beat up then?” asked Angel after a moment.

“That would be Soldier Boy. The Slayer was sitting here minding her own business and Whitebread burst in and started beating on my body. Thought that same thing you did. Except that bit of tin in my head made her a sitting duck. Luckily, I came home and stopped it,” he replied smugly.

Angel’s ire rose again.

“Surprised that you didn’t do the same thing, Peaches. Defending the honour of your girl and all.”

“She’s not my girl anymore, Spike. Don’t like seeing her with that moron, Riley, but she’s not my girl.”

“That’s big of you to say Angel,” came Spike’s voice from the hallway again. “It might be nice of you to apologise to my mom too. She’s got a rather large bump on her head.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, getting up off the couch and heading into the kitchen for a moment. Buffy was terribly tempted to trip him on the way there.

“How are you feeling?” asked Buffy of her vampire with woman troubles.

“Fine, annoyed that Peaches interrupted the best part of Colin Firth’s performance.”

A smile spread over Spike’s face as Buffy shook his head, the comfortable silence was broken by Angel‘s voice.

“I’ll just go,” said Angel from the hallway. “I’ll be back with Wesley in the morning.”

Buffy glared at him, really wanted to smack him for pushing her mom, but Spike tugged her down on the couch. With a weak smile and a wave, Angel left leaving the Summers household to return to the drama of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy’s romantic life. Spike and Buffy snuggled under a blanket on the couch while Joyce looked on happily despite the bump on the head.
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The credits began to roll on the TV. Buffy looked up to see her mom asleep in her chair and she could feel her own breath against Spike’s chest.

Who knew when the Big Bad got all crampy he turned into a snuggle buddy?

Buffy reached over for the remote, turning off the DVD and extricating her body from Spike’s arm, so she could move about.

This had been an insanely weird day and the truth was that she wasn’t ready for the day to end. Sure the clock on the VCR said that it was 1 am but that didn’t mean she was ready for a whole new day to start. A day that would most likely bring another confrontation with Riley, a definite encounter with Angel and possible switchage.

With a gentle rub to her mother’s back, Buffy sent her mother up to bed, she had work in the morning. With sleepy eyes, Joyce kissed Spike’s cheek softly and patted Buffy’s head affectionately before heading up the stairs.

Buffy picked up her body in Spike’s strong arms, allowing her head to rest on his chest and followed her mother up the stairs before veering into her own room. It was only hours before the Scoobies would descend on their doorstep once again and break the comfortable family atmosphere in the house. Her mom was right, Spike was family now.

And Buffy had to admit that she was starting to have her doubts about her mom having lusty thoughts about Spike now. Maybe it was the fact that her daughter was in the gorgeous vampire’s body or maybe Buffy had had it wrong all along. The comments about how cute the two of them looked together on the couch was certainly not meshing with the whole ‘mom thinks Spike’s hot’ theory.

Buffy laid her body down on the bed, covering up the sleeping vampire in her body before heading off to make certain that the curtains were closed properly and thus avoiding waking up in flamey death. Turning to her dresser in hopes of getting changed into Pyjamas herself, Buffy realised that she had a problem.

What the hell is Spike supposed to wear for pjs? she asked herself.

She didn’t even have underwear for the vampire’s body. She contemplated sleeping fully clothed, but that idea was hurriedly dismissed. Jeans were not comfy to sleep in.

Suddenly, inspiration struck and she found a pair of oversized shorts that had gotten stretched in the wash. Carefully clad in the shorts, that frankly were too big for Spike as well, Buffy slipped in under the covers of her bed and drifted off.

Hours later, Spike opened Buffy’s eyes to find that he was in the Slayer’s bed, his own body wrapped up around hers. That all encompassing pain in Buffy’s lower back and abdomen had returned and he wished that he had some of those little white pills Joyce had given him earlier to ease the pain away.

But that would mean he’d have to leave the warm comforting touch of his own body. It posed a dilemma.

His body moved slightly.

“Spike?” Buffy asked, sleepily. “You ok?”

Spike nodded Buffy’s head.

“No, you aren’t, I can feel it. I don’t know how. You’re in pain. Do you need more painkillers?” she asked.

“Ok.”

Buffy smothered a laugh at the vulnerably that Spike was portraying in this state she had had to endure every month for the last seven years. Carefully Buffy extricated Spike’s body from the bed, keeping careful hold on the waist band of those freakishly stretched shorts that at that moment she was glad she hadn’t managed to throw them out.

Returning from the bathroom, Buffy handed the pills and a glass of water to Spike.

“So...enjoying your first period?” asked Buffy with a smile.

“Hardly,” he answered, an edge to her voice. “Bet your body smells bloody wonderful to my nose though...”

Buffy closed Spike’s eyes and inhaled. She had to admit that it did. It felt wrong though, to be salivating over your own body.

“Maybe we can do something about that in the morning,” continued the vampire sleepily, putting Buffy’s head back down on the pillow.

Quietly Buffy moved Spike’s body back under the covers, his blue eyes trained on her face.

“Goodnight Buffy,” he mumbled into the darkness.

“Goodnight Spike.”
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It was like an inferno, something incredibly hot...and wet, was causing the most fantastic feeling around Spike’s cock.

Buffy opened Spike’s eyes and found that she was looking into a quilt that had been put up over his head. Buffy moaned as the intensity of the sensations increased. Instinctively, Buffy knew that Spike’s body was really very close to spending, and she refused to think about exactly what was making her feel this way.

Thinking was defiantly of the bad right now.

Buffy allowed Spike’s eyes to roll up into his head as something hot and wet probed the length of Spike junior causing the vampire’s body to respond with a moan. Little fingers were trailing up and over Spike’s bare legs, bringing Buffy dangerously close to that thinking thing again.

“Spike!” she growled arching Spike’s body off the bed and succumbing to the fantastic orgasm.

Moments later, Spike drew the quilt off of his head and smiled down at her.

“There are questions my brain wants to ask,” she muttered. “But I don’t think I want the truth.”

Buffy’s body falling back onto the pillows, Spike chuckled, Buffy’s girlish giggle filling the room. “I guess it would be foolish for me to ask to get you to return the favour then?”

“Ewwww!”

“That’s what I thought you’d say,” he mumbled, getting up out of the bed, and stalking towards Buffy’s drawers. “It’s all well and good when you’re the one getting your rocks off, but when it’s me?...”

“But it’s not you Spike! It’s my body! And besides the fact that I have issues with doing that to my own body, you are currently indisposed!” She waved Spike’s hand towards her body’s lower regions.

“Bull shit,” exclaimed the vampire, Buffy’s hands on her hips. “You’re in my body, my body drinks blood or have you forgotten that?”

“Not forgotten,” she mumbled as she pulled Spike’s body out of bed. “Constant reminder actually.”

Spike moved closer to his body, peeling off the yummy sushi pyjamas as he walked, coming to rest just in front of his own naked body, wearing only white bikini briefs. “So why don’t you do anything about it? Probably the only time my body can actually drink the fresh stuff with out a headache.”

Spike watched as Buffy began to worry his bottom lip nervously.

“No one will ever have to know,” he continued trailing a finger down his perfect chest.

Spike's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as his eyes passed over her body.

The pair of one time adversaries jumped as the phone rang down stairs.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, knowing that the moment was over.

“Get dressed Spike,” Buffy ordered. “The hoards are about to descend.”
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tbc...

Only two more chapters to go!

Chapter 11: Wisdom Gained

They dressed in silence. Just like the day before, Buffy got out what she wanted Spike to wear on her body for the day, choosing a simple knit sweater and black pants, while Buffy dressed Spike’s body in his trademark black pants and t shirt.

I should have gone shopping yesterday! she thought remarking on the missed opportunity. She slipped on Spike’s T shirt and moved towards her body to help Spike brush her hair.

“I can bloody do it myself,” he snapped back at her.

“Fine!” she barked back, grabbing Spike’s boots and lacing them up. “I don’t know what your problem is all of a sudden. I was just trying to help you out.”

“And I don’t need your help,” he muttered, as he drew the brush through Buffy’s hair, wincing as the tangles pulled.

Buffy rolled Spike’s eyes. She pulled her body closer to her and grabbed the brush out of her hand. They both sat on the edge of the bed, Buffy’s body sitting on Spike’s lap. The brush made quite a few strokes down the length of her hair before he responded.

“They’re comin’ to switch us back, aren’t they luv?” he asked.

Behind her head, Buffy nodded. “I think so.”

There was a pause between them, and the only sound in the room was the quiet swish of the brush passing through Buffy’s hair.

“Would it be wrong to say that, well aside from Riley, and Angel and the no sunlight thing, and Harmony, I don’t mind being in your body?” she offered.

“What about the blood thing?” he asked, turning Buffy’s head to look into his own eyes.

“I’ve already gotten used to it. It’s not so bad, really.”

“And yet...” he started, as he rose from his place on his lap.

Buffy reached out with Spike's and hand and held her body back from its retreat. “No, ‘and yet’ Spike. I’ve gotten used to being in your body. I haven’t gotten used to being a guy yet, with the appendage that thinks for itself, or the chip. I haven’t gotten used to being chips ahoy. But I kinda maybe respect you for it a little. And...and I like what’s happened to us. It’s girly, but I like how we take care of each other.”

“Are you trying to butter me up for anther blow job?” asked Spike, suddenly straddling his body, legs planted on either side of his thighs.

“No,” Buffy answered, almost forcefully.

Spike’s body reacted though, to the thought or to the warm heat seeping through her heavily padded undies. Buffy bit Spike’s lip trying not to think about it. She tried to think of things to make Spike Jr go down: Purple Slime demons, Giles in drag (‘cause, oh yes, she’d seen that picture and repressed that memory for just such an occasion), Xander, The Master, Harmony. But it didn’t work.

It didn’t work because Spike was rubbing her crotch against his denim encased hard on.

It was Spike’s fault.

He guessed it was something to do with women’s physiology or something, cause now that he was over the cramping and the pain and bloating, he felt horny. Hornier than he expected to feel while blood was trickling out of this body.

Blood that his body would be more than willing to drink up. And she was being such a prude about it. He had been sitting there, on his own lap, getting her hair brushed, listening to her say all those, things, things he had never hoped for her to say, and yet...

It was easy enough to make her see just what he wanted, what he needed. However, he had a feeling that he was going to be left high and dry once again, because of her squeamishness.

She was the god damn slayer after all, saw blood on a daily basis. How could this possibly make her cringe?

“Spike...” she warned, his hands grasping at her arms, trying to still his motions.

She knew just how turned on he was in her body. Inside her head she was debating all the things she had been told and had come to know about having sex during her period. Riley wouldn’t do it, no ifs, ands or buts. It was unclean, just like if she got herself off without his help. It was wrong.

It all came to one very logical conclusion: Riley was a moron.

And she liked that conclusion a lot. Cause that conclusion was necessary for Spike kissage.

Spike’s body leaned forward, wrapping arms around Buffy’s body in a possessive embrace, his lips finding hers. Buffy rejoiced in her over use of lip balm, her lips were so soft and kissable.

She filed that thought back in the folder marked ‘Weird’.

Spike’s fingers found the clasp of her pants and slowly slid down the zipper, forcing Spike up off his body so that the garment could slide down Buffy’s legs. In one fluid motion, Buffy had Spike laying on the bed, her legs in the air and peeling off the white bikini briefs that covered her succulent folds.

One look into her green eyes and Buffy could tell that Spike was doing the happy dance in there.

Buffy looked curiously at the wonder that was her sex. She’d never seen it from this angle before. Before she could really contemplate its depth, its complexity, she felt Spike’s mouth begin to salivate at the scent.

“You know you want to try it, Buffy. I won’t tell,” her voice purred sweetly.

Buffy shook Spike’s head forcefully, his fingers nimbly working the button and zipper of Spike’s trousers. She wasn’t going to go there, but that didn’t stop her from going somewhere new.

Spike lifted Buffy’s head up off the comforter of her bed to see just what Buffy was doing down there, only to be surprised as his body crawled up the length of her body, positioning his hard cock at her red and wet entrance.

“Buffy...” he questioned, his voice close to a warning.

This was a big step. This wasn’t oral, this wasn’t heavy petting. This was sex. Sex was dangerously close to intimacy for him. If she did this, not that he was complaining, there was no going back for him, or for her.

Gradually his shaft plunged into her hot recesses, causing both of them to gasp at the unrivalled sensations that were flooding their senses.

“God!” she moaned, as Spike’s body forced the rhythm that the two beings were engaged in.

“Name’s Spike actually,” quipped the vampire, stuck in the Slayer’s body.

“Fuck! Spike! Quip later!” gasped Buffy.

With a nod of her head, Spike obliged, flipping them over, positioning Buffy’s body above his own, ready to ride his body to dust. Buffy was perfectly ok with that, given her inability to form coherent sentences. Spike’s hands were firmly attached to Buffy’s hips, holding her body as he grinded and bounced against his body.

Buffy sought out her lips once more, eager to kiss Spike, in any shape or form.

All thoughts of any possible reconciliation with Wonderbread had left her brain completely. Spike was it. If she could feel this way in his body while fucking her own body, imagine what it would feel like from the other side.

Buffy flipped them, Spike finding Buffy’s body pinned beneath his own, his cock relentlessly thrusting in and out of her core.

“Spike!” she growled, coming ever closer to release.

Spike reached out a petite hand and attempted to get to her clit, seeking further stimulation, but Buffy slapped it gently away, instead rubbing her clit with Spike’s fingers roughly, trying to get him off before herself for a change.

One little pinch and Spike started to shout out his completion, only to have Buffy muffle his howl, with his lips. She came only seconds later as her inner walls milked his cock.

“Buffy? Spike?” came her mother’s voice from down stairs. “Are you two up yet? The gang will be here in 20mins to switch you back!”

Buffy looked down at her body, Spike’s softening cock still nestled inside her body. “Shower, new clothes. Now,” she half ordered, half tried to convince herself.

Now was not the time for afterglow.

Grabbing two bathrobes from her closet, Buffy rushed her body and Spike’s into the bathroom for a very quick shower.
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Buffy in Spike’s body and Spike in Buffy’s body finally made their way down the stairs half an hour later, Buffy’s hair, just not doing what Spike wanted to do with it.

They were faced with what seemed like the Spanish inquisition, Scooby style. Around the dinning room table, sat Giles, Willow, Anya, Xander, Cordelia, Wesley, and Angel. Joyce was serving waffles and blood.

“Wow, everyone is in my dining room,” muttered Buffy, accepting the glass of blood her mother was passing to her.

Spike sat down at the only free chair at the table.

“How are you feeling Spike?” asked Joyce with concern.

“About ready to get back into my own body. How’s that comin’?” Spike asked, shovelling waffles into Buffy’s mouth.

“Hey! Take it easy! I don’t want an upset tummy when I go back into that body!” protested the slayer.

“Is anyone else freaked out by this?” asked Cordelia out of the blue.

“Used to it; it was freakier yesterday,” observed Xander through a mouthful of waffle.

“Your table manners are still horrible, Xander Harris. I can’t believe I dated you!”

This earned Cordelia a pointed glare from Anya.

“Back to the matter at hand,” interjected Giles, taking command of the conversation. “Wesley, here, has been able to discover why our spell failed.”

“It was quite simple really. A common error. The tenses of the verbs were mixed up, resulting in spell that switched not only the participants of the original spell but also the makers of the katra,” continued Wesley.

“Verb tenses?” asked Buffy, Spike's scarred eyebrow raised.

“Yes, well, no sense in dwelling on past mistakes,” Giles declared as he stood up from the table. “Shall we switch them back?”
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Joyce, Angel, Cordelia, and Xander found themselves sitting on the couch waiting for the unswitching to take place.

Apparently the verb tense mix up was not the only mistake Giles had made. Willow, Anya, Wesley, and Giles stood in a circle around Spike and Buffy this time, still passing around some metal talisman that had been cluttering up Giles’ stash of talismans.

Buffy tried to keep track of where the things was being passed, but it was making her dizzy. Spike grabbed his hand to steady her against the very clear wave of dizzy that she was experiencing.

Finally the chanting stopped, and Wesley handed Spike’s body the talisman, wrapped up in a handkerchief. Buffy pulled Spike’s hand away from hers and unwrapped the magical piece of metal, his eyes never leaving her own. She placed the talisman in Spike’s hand, and offered the hand to her body, palm up, a slight smile gracing her face.

Tentatively, Spike reached forward with Buffy’s hand and clasped his own hand, the talisman trapped between the two.

The living room of 1630 Revello Drive was suddenly filled with a bight light and Buffy and Spike collapsed on the ground.
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Buffy didn’t know how she got back into her bed, but she was grateful that she was. She looked over the side of the bed, to find that who ever had put her to bed had provided her with a barf bucket too. ‘Cause she seriously felt the need to use it right about now.

She didn’t remember much about what happened after the bright light. It must have gone right though, cause this was the way she felt when they had first switched. There was no way feeling this horrible was the result of the spell not working.

Buffy rolled over in her bed, the covers rustling above her, and reached out on the other side, expecting to find her erstwhile bed companion. Her hand met with cold air.

Nausea was nothing compared to the sense of panic that radiated through her body at Spike’s unknown location. She sat up suddenly and pushed down the overwhelming urge to yak all over the bed sheets as she struggled to make her legs work. Using slayer resolve, not to yak on said sheets, Buffy threw open the door to her room and stumbled down stairs, looking for anyone who could tell her where Spike was.

“Buffy?” asked her mom peering around the doorway from the kitchen. “What are you doing up? I thought you’d be out for the rest of the day?”

“Spike?” Buffy asked, gulping, trying to make her too dry throat function and ignoring the queasy feeling in her tummy.

“He’s in the basement, dear, out of the sun.”

Buffy headed to the basement door and wretched it open, once again finding that stairs were not really working for her today. At the bottom of the stairs, Buffy paused. Her mom was telling the truth. Spike was asleep on the cot in the basement, barf bucket beside him.

Quietly, she crawled in beside him and fell back asleep.
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tbc...


One more chapter!

Chapter 12: Sleepy Time Buddy

His arms wrapped around warm flesh, Spike pulled the warmth closer to his cool body and drank in her scent, his enhanced senses returned to him. She smelled wonderful, like sunshine, vanilla, fabric softener and blood.

His tummy rumbled to life, as his eyes opened to see a mass of blond hair before his face. She was here with him in the basement, instead of in her bed. Tentatively, he brushed her hair away from her face and towards him, his fingers tenderly caressing her blond locks.

Today was going to change everything between them. They had been living in a sort of limbo during the spell, couldn’t go forward, and certainly they couldn’t go back to the way things had been. Two days that had turned their world upside down.

She turned in her sleep. Now, facing his T shirt clad chest, he couldn’t resist the urge to touch her soft skin, skin, that not too long ago he was wearing. With a moan, she started to snuggle into his chest.

“I can feel you staring at me,” she mumbled sleepily.

“Sorry, luv,” he apologized. “It’s just, you are here, in this bed, with me.”

Even through her sleep hazy, she could hear the awe in his voice and smiled against his chest. “I missed my sleepy time buddy.”

“Thought that was the Soldier Boy,” he said just a quietly

Buffy jolted away from him like she had been burnt and Spike instantly regretted bringing up Captain cardboard.

“No, never again, Spike,” she promised, snuggling closer. “It’s morning isn’t it?” she mumbled.

“Ya, it is.”

Buffy groaned. “I don’t want this day to start. Can I just stay here?” she asked burrowing closer to him.

Spike’s head perked up at the sound of the basement door creaking open.

“Spike? Buffy? Are you two awake?” came Joyce’s voice.

Buffy groaned again, moving even closer to Spike, hoping it was only her imagination.

“Breakfast is on the table, you have class to get to young lady!” continued Joyce.
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Fully clothed and each sipping from their respective glasses, orange/grapefruit juice in hers and blood in his, they stared at each other. Joyce had conveniently gone to work leaving the two of them alone.

Neither of them let their lips leave the rim of their glasses, afraid of what to say. Buffy knew what she had to do though. Officially and painfully break up with Riley today.

She was just glad that Angel and company had slinked off into the night without a word. Though, she did expect a phone call sooner or later.

“I never did get you that fridge,” Buffy mumbled finally breaking the silence between them.

“You probably can’t read my handwriting,” he mumbled back, looking up into her glistening green eyes trying to read her.

She laughed softly. “I’ll just have to get you to give it to me orally,” she offered, a coy smile gracing her lips.

“Be my pleasure, pet,” he purred.

“Mine too.” Buffy set down her glass of juice and walked closer to her blood guzzling vampire, his hair still sleep tousled. “I have to get to class, you’ll come and see me later though, right? At the dorm?”

Spike nodded as he put down his beverage.

“We have some things to talk about,” she continued.

Spike grabbed her hand and pressed it to his lips a moment, before letting go, a smile gracing his face. He didn’t want to let her go. Letting her go meant facing the fact that she was going to have one on one time with Soldier Boy and though she’d said a couple of times now that she’d be breaking the tin soldier's metal heart, it all seemed too good to be true.

She smiled back at him, his lips soft against her skin. He was a perfect gentleman, something that she had, until this way weird experience, never thought to dwell on for any length of time.

“I’ll see you later?” she said again hopefully, waiting for confirmation, as if she needed him to assure her of his presence.

“That you will, luv,” he confirmed.

She stared at him for a moment longer before finally forcing her legs to work and turned towards the door, her bag slung over her shoulder.

Buffy put on her sunglasses and opened the front door, forcing herself to keep her gaze forward, ‘cause she knew if she didn’t she wasn’t going to be leaving the house at all today.

Except there was a body in the way of her exit. Riley stood poised, on the doorstep as if he was about to knock. Buffy opened her mouth to say just how surprised she was that he was there, only to have him brush past her and head towards Spike.

A momentary panic over whelmed her as she reached out to stop him.

The sight of the soldier boy coming towards him sent Spike into fight or flight mode. He took a step back, distributing his weight for ease of fighting the wanker off, only to have the unexpected happen.

Riley kissed him.

Full on the mouth, the soldier boy’s tongue trying to poke through Spike’s tightly pressed lips.

With a shiver of disgust, Spike pushed him off, a slight twinge from the chip giving him a headache.

“Riley! What are you doing?” squeaked Buffy.

Riley looked between both Buffy’s body and Spike’s, a sudden realization came over him. “You’re switched back...aren’t you...”

Buffy tried to cover her laughter. “Yep, yesterday, spent most of the day sleeping it off.”

“I really just kissed Spike, didn’t I?”

“Ug!” protested Spike, wiping his mouth. “That was an experience I had hoped to avoid my whole unlife.”

“Oh you big baby,” Buffy mocked. “Go rinse with your favourite brand of whiskey and get over it,” she added with a smile. “This memory is going to be saved for posterity and possible black mail.”

“Buffy!” the two men protested, each with equal looks of disgust on their faces.

“Na uh, it’s my right as the girlfriend,” she laughed. She looked at Riley who was smiling at her girlfriend reference and let her smile drop. “I’m going to class, Riley, you wanna walk me?”

Riley’s smile grew bigger and he offered his arm to her. Buffy carefully pretended not to see it.

“Bye, Spike!” she said a little sadly, before walking out of the house, leaving Riley in her wake.

Seeing his girlfriend leave the house ahead of him, Riley turned to the vampire and glared. “Don’t be here when she gets back. I have a stake with your name on it.” Riley shut the door with a slam leaving Spike glaring in the house.

“Got me a date with the girl elsewhere you git.”
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“I’m so glad that you are back to being Buffy,” exclaimed Riley, trying to get her to hold his hand, each attempt being brushed off, eventually she crossed her arms across her chest.

“Ya, I’m back,” she said none too happily. “But things have changed, Riley. It’s like I finally saw what I’d been too stupid to see, you know. When you started beating me up...”

“I was hitting Spike, not you, Buffy...I told you...If I had known what was going on. You didn’t seem to feel I warranted a heads up.”

Buffy stopped in her tracks and glared at her boyfriend. “That is bullshit and you know it. I did tell you. While you were pounding the crap out of me. But that’s not what pisses me off the most. You barged into my house and started beating on Spike for no reason at all! Spike’s my friend. An annoying vampire friend, yes, but he’s my friend. Would you walk into my dorm room and start beating the crap out of Willow if you thought she’d done something bad? Or Xander? What if you thought he was all hyena boy again? Would you jump in without asking and start pounding the shit out of him?”

“Of course not, Buffy...When was Xander a hyena?” he asked with a confused face. Buffy just rolled her eyes, she didn’t need to have a Scooby history lesson mid break-up.

“That is not the point Riley. The truth is, you are too blinded by your demons equals evil mantra to be trusted anymore. Or maybe it’s ‘cause you are jealous that I didn't body switch with you? Whatever your issues are, Riley, you’ve hurt me and my trust for you.”

“Oh and you trust Spike? Good choice there, Buffy,” he mocked.

“Well, if I’m wrong, it’s my choice isn’t it? It’s my life. I’m all expiry date girl and my life is too short to get saddled with guys who can’t trust my choices. It’s over Riley.”

Buffy walked on, leaving Riley sputtering behind her. His protests and condemnations falling to the side unacknowledged, a tiny smile spreading over her face. She took two steps before coming to a halt and turning back. There was just one more thing she wanted to do.

Riley’s face looked hopeful as she stepped towards him, his arms outstretched.

Buffy punched him in the nose.
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Dinner with Willow and her new friend Tara in the cafeteria had been nice. Willow had taken the news of her break up with Riley rather well and even was accepting of possible romantic relationship with Spike. It probably helped that Willow herself was being all coy about Tara. Buffy had an inkling that it wasn’t just spells they were practicing in Tara’s dorm room that night. Buffy walked into her own dorm room to find her vampire lying on her bed, his hands behind his head, his boots considerately off and sitting by the door, while he lounged comfortably.

“Have a good dinner?” he asked, sitting up.

“It was not as good as mom’s ‘cow,’” she laughed, tossing her bag at her desk and shutting the door behind her. “I told Riley we were over on the way to class this morning. He was pretty shocked. He deserved it though. No one beats up my vampire, except me,” she continued, taking a step towards the bed.

“Placing ownership on me luv?” he asked, standing, his eyes catching hers in his gaze.

“I’d like to,” she murmured.

Their lips met in a soft and tender kiss. It was something she had been wanted to do since they woke up this morning. His hands swept up her arms and slowly peeled off her sweater, his tongue begging entrance to her lush pink mouth. His duster fell by the side, her nimble fingers finding their way up his shirt, tracing each and every muscle on his stomach.

His kisses trailed down from her lips down her neck and across her upper chest, exposed by the v neck shirt she was wearing. His fingers found the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing the red lace bra she was wearing underneath. The shirt was tossed to the side, as Spike found his lips inexplicably drawn to the hardening points of her nipples, poking out of the lace covering her breasts.

“Oh Spike, we have to stop!” she weakly protested.

Spike lifted his head from her chest curious as to her reason for this interruption.

“I’m still all period girl...” she mumbled, a flush lighting up her cheeks.

With a little laugh he smiled up at her. “Vampire pet, love the taste of your pretty blood.” His lips returned to her breasts, his hands lowering the straps that kept him from enjoying the succulent mounds of flesh without restriction.

The bra was dropped to the floor. His tongue made sweeping caresses of her darkened nipples, his hands travelling lower to unzip her pants as she toed off her shoes. Free from the confines of her jeans, Spike picked her up and placed her on her bed, his gaze pure lust. Slowly, he worked his hands up her legs, settling over her mound. Equally as slow, he pulled her matching red lace underwear from her body, tossing them aside as he had the bra and her shirt.

“Buffy, Slayer, you’re gorgeous,” he purred kneeling on the bed before her naked body, preparing to worship her like she deserved. The last two days had been extraordinary, he never thought he’d ever get to see that caring side of her before. He was lost to her, heart and whatever bit of soul he still had claim to.

This fingers tracing their way towards to her core once more, he grasped at the small white thread that was holding place just where he wanted to put his tongue. With a tug, the offending object was out. He leaned over her body and tossed it away in the bedside garbage can.

The scent of her called to him. The memory of it from this morning had been tempting him all day while he moved a fridge into his crypt, while he tossed Harmony out on her ass, threatening to stake her for good measure.

His tongue made lazy circles up her thigh, crawling higher and higher towards the sweetest smelling blood in the world. One long languorous lick to her slit and he was done for. This would be where they’d find him every month, drinking like a kitten at her pussy.

Her moans began to fill the room, his name punctuating the indistinguishable sounds from time to time. He drank, and drank, thrusting his tongue into her wet channel brushing his nose against her clit, trying to get at all the delightful ambrosia that was being expelled from her body.

Her body suddenly tensed and she screamed into the dark dorm room. Sliding off the bed a moment, Spike unzipped himself and threw away his shirt, trying to keep his absence from her body to a minimum.

Buffy whimpered at his loss, her insides still fluttering after his attentions to her pussy. She had never had oral like that before. It was as if what she had to offer was the most delicious drink he had ever tasted. Buffy thought back to yesterday when she had still been in his body. It had certainly smelt like it was.

Spike was on the bed, between her spread legs. Buffy could feel his cock brush against her slit eagerly. Sure, she now knew what it felt like to be with Spike, in Spike’s body, but she wanted to know what it felt like for him to fuck her own body while she was in it.

The way she wanted to get used to and enjoy for the rest of her short life, if she had a choice in the matter.

Gradually, enjoying every sensation, Spike slid in his hard shaft into her slick depths. She closed her eyes in delight, treasuring the moment. He filled her up completely, something she hadn’t realised from the other side of the equation. Their eyes locked, knowing that they were thinking the same thing.

The urge to move overtook them, so intimately connected. Their thrusts against each other grew in intensity, Spike covering his body with hers, their lips meeting in passionate union. Buffy wrapped her ankles around Spike’s back keeping him from pulling out too far. She wanted him in her always. Her fingers woven into the curls at the back of his head, the two bodies worked as one frantically pulsating against each other, striving to achieve completion.

Their lips broke away from each other, Buffy needing air. She panted against him before a thought suddenly crept into her head. Possibly a left over from the switch, but she couldn’t ignore it. With her tongue she found Drusilla’s marks on his neck, and bit down, hard, drawing blood.

He was hers now, not Dru’s, not Harmony’s. Hers to stake, hers to fuck, hers to love. She’d spent two days walking a mile in his beat up doc martins that had changed her world.
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Challenge Requirements:
What if instead of Buffy and Faith switching bodies, Buffy and Spike got switched instead. Just imagine the possibilities!
Must haves:
1. Buffy threatening to do something to Spike's body if he does anything 'gross' to hers.
2. Buffy insisting Spike stay at the house so she can keep an eye on him.
3. Spike suffering through PMS, mood swings, and cramps while in Buffy's body.
4. Riley trying to coax "Buffy" to sleep with him, Harmony trying to get "Spike" to sleep with her.
5. Angel and the gang being the only ones able to put Buffy and Spike back where they belong.
6. And in the end, lots of hot Spuffy lovin!