Title: I Put A Spell On You
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: All I own is the story
Feedback: Art thou mad? Of course!
Rating: NC-17

Summary: Someone casts a spell. Spike and
Buffy are affected in a particular way.


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"I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
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"Willow!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anya shook her head. "No!"

"Xander Harris? THAT Xander?"

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

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

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

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

Anya nodded.

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

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

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

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

The book was slammed shut with a bang.

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

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

Willow was intrigued. "How regular?"

"Every day...at least twice."

Now, she was impressed. "Wow."

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

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

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

"I said all right, already!"

"...and on this table."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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TBC
(the NC-17 stuff)

Title: I Put A Spell On You
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I only own the story
Feedback: Love it! Want it! Please?
Summary: A lust spell is cast. Spike and
Buffy are caught in it.

Rating: NC-17



Part Two....

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I despise you."

"I loathe you."

"You're a monster."

"You're a bitch."

"Blood sucking bastard."

"Stake driving witch."

"I'm gonna kill you."

"No, I'M gonna kill YOU."

"I want you..."

"I want you, too...."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Spike....."

"Baby..."

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So you keep saying."

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

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


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

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



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I Put A Spell On You
Part 3



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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She hoped.


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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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


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

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

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

"I'm gonna fuck you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You sure about that?" she teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hmmm?"

"I want you again."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Brilliant...let's go!"

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

TBC....
Please review, if you would

I Put A Spell On You
Part 4



~~~~~~~~~~
"It's a kind of magic

One dream, one soul
One prize, one goal
One golden glance of what should be.."
~~~~~~~~~~


"What's the hold up, luv?"

"I can't remember which key unlocks the door."

"Just break the lock."

"Do you WANT the alarm to go off, genius?"

"What I WANT is to get inside and take all your clothes off
so I can do you properly."

"Hey! That's not helping me concentrate, you know."

"Just providing incentive, pet."



~~~~~~~~~~
"It's a kind of magic

One shaft of light that shows the way
No mortal man can win this day.."
~~~~~~~~~~


"I thought we'd NEVER get here."

"Well, YOU'RE the one who kept stopping every two
minutes to make out."

"Didn't hear you complaining, luv."

"Do I look crazy to you?"

"Slayer...how many buttons are ON this shirt?"

"Too many....DON'T tear it."

"I won't."

"Take this off."

"Is the hook in the front or the back?"

"Let me do it."

"Hang on...I've got it...there."

"Ohhh..."

"Like that, do you? Want me to suck them?"

"What do YOU think?"

"Let's get rid of this, shall we?"

"Wait a second... just let me unzip it."

"Oh, that's beautiful, luv. No, don't....I want to take them off
you."

"Hurry."

"Mmm...bit damp down there, I see."

"Yesssssss...I am. Oh..."

"Oh, yeah....that's my girl...a little harder, babe."

"Like this?"

"Fuck ...just like that. Ahhhh..."

"Spike..."

"Pull them down."

"Lift your foot...both...."

"As long as you're down there, pet..."


~~~~~~~~~~
"It's a kind of magic

The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time.."
~~~~~~~~~~


"Feels...Buffy....that's good...mmm...yeah...oh,
that's...deeper...suck harder...hard...Christ, baby,
don't stop!"

"I'm not...I just want to...."

"FUCK!!...do that again...yes...yes...ahhh...now...right
now...I'm...ah...yeah...yeah...yeah...YEAH ...OH, YEAH!
Do it, baby!...Take it!....Ahhhh...!"


~~~~~~~~~~
"It's a kind of magic

The waiting seems eternity
The Day will dawn of sanity.."
~~~~~~~~~~


"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good...real good. Let me just...come here,
now...spread your legs apart..."

"Spike....that's perfect...oh...mmm...that's it right there...use
your tongue...harder...lick me there..."

"Taste so sweet, luv...sweeter than candy."

"More..."

"Yes, baby."

"Mmmm, Spike...eat me good...oh...oh...stop...stop..."

"You sure?"

"Uh-huh."

"Lie down, then..."

"....ohhhh, yes..."

"Lift your legs a little...that's it."

"Feels good...go deeper...all the way in..."

"Fucking tight....wet..."

"Harder, Spike...fuck me hard..."

"I'll...fuck...you...hard...all...you...want..."

"There! Right there! Push down on...yesyesyesyes.."

"Does baby like that? Hmm?"

"...unh...unh...more...more...Spike....so good...it's
so..."

"Good...isn't it...fucking...unbelievable..."

"Come on, baby...faster...make me....make me..."

"Wanna come? Is that what...you want...make you
come? Let me up a little...I want to play with it..."

"So close...so....ohhhh...I am....I'm gonna come...I'm
gonna do it..."

"Do it....come for me....come on my cock...that tight
pussy....squeezing me....want's my come inside
it....want's to...to suck it out of me..."

"Spike!"

"Yes...yes, baby....come...come now...now...do it...do
it...BUFFY! ...fuck me...fuck....fuck...."


~~~~~~~~~~
"It's a kind of magic

This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done..."
~~~~~~~~~~


"This is a sturdy little cot, isn't it, luv?"

"Good thing."



~~~~~~~~~~
"It's a kind of magic..."
~~~~~~~~~~

TBC....
As always, I love your opinions.

Title: I Put A Spell On You
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I only own the story
Feedback: If you'd be so kind...
Summary: A lust spell is cast, and Spike
and Buffy get caught in it. What to do,
what to do...?

A/N: I know I monkeyed around with the song
lyrics on this one. No offense intended to any
"Melissas" out there, but the name just didn't
work out for the purpose of the story, and since
"Buffy" isn't the most lyrical and romantic name in
the world, I had to improvise. Sorry...oh, and no
offense to any "Buffys" out there. (And
no Barry Manilow cracks, either ;-D YOU
try and find enough songs with a 'magic
theme'. ;-)


Part Five....

~~~~~~~~~~
"Spirit move me
Every time I'm near you
Whirling like a cyclone in my mind.."
~~~~~~~~~~


"What do you think is wrong with us?" Buffy asked,
snuggling closer.

Spike wrapped his arm around her and resettled the
blankets. "Nothing wrong with us," he replied. "We just
wanted to have sex...with each other."

She sighed. "But even so...it's not normal to want it all
the time...constantly."

"Yes, it is," he said, kissing the dampness away from her
forehead. "When you're brand new in love it's all
you do...all you think about...dream about."

Buffy held his face in her hands and kissed him hard. "But
that's not us," she protested. "We aren't in love....we're in
hate, remember?"

"Baby, baby, baby," he whispered in her ear. "Don't you know
that love and hate are just two sides of the same coin?" His
tongue slid wetly around her earlobe, making her moan. "Mmm,
that's nice, kitten....purr for me."

"Okay....I give up!" she stated firmly, burying her face against
the side of his neck. "I don't care why it's happening either...as
long as it keeps happening."

Spike chuckled against her skin. "It will, kitten." Tangling his
fingers in her hair, he pulled back gently so he could look into her
eyes. "Cause I'm not giving this up. No fucking way." He kissed
her hard on the mouth. "It's NEVER been this good."

"Never," she agreed, returning his kiss.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Sweet, my darlin'
Angel of my lifetime
Answer to all answers I can find.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Scooting up, Buffy straddled him and smiled.

"Oh, my...what's that?" she giggled, rubbing her bottom against
his crotch.

"Something for you to play with," he said, lifting his hips and
bouncing her.

"For me?"

"Just for you, kitten."

Buffy threw her head back, fearlessly exposing the length
of her soft throat. "Hey, you know what?"

"What?" He sat up and nuzzled her neck.

"You haven't called me Slayer in hours," she informed him,
mimicking the tone he usually used when he said it.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" he asked. "Well, you haven't
tried to slay me for a while."

"Silly me....something keeps taking my mind off it."

"Yeah?" He bounced her again.

"Yeah," she grinned, staring into his eyes. "Something big" he
did it again, "and hard," and again, "and yummy."

"Kiss me," he demanded.

Her laughter disappeared.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Baby, I love you
Come...come...come into my arms
Let me know the wonder of all of you.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Tracing her fingers along his jaw, then over the high
arch of his cheekbones, she lowered her head and placed
her lips gently on his.

Spike tightened his arms around her, finding himself with
an unexpected need for tenderness, the giving of it and the
receiving of it, as he suddenly remembered how very young
she really was.

**Christ...who'd have ever dreamed that a 19 year old baby
would be my downfall...and how eagerly I'd welcome it..**

The sound of the shop door opening upstairs shocked them
both into immobility. They could hear Willow moving around,
muttering to herself about something, then the bell tinkled again.

"Willow!" Anya's voice was high pitched and excited. "You're
here! Thank you for that spell. It worked! Xander was amazing."

"Oh...Anya," Willow tried to interrupt.

"Ohhh..my stars," Anya almost moaned. "Xander was an animal
last night. We had sex over and over again. I almost can't walk!"

"Anya," Willow tried to say again.

"You are the greatest witch of all time. I swear...I am gonna
stock this store from floor to ceiling with the ingredients to that
lust spell."


~~~~~~~~~~
"Baby I want you
Now...now...now and hold on fast
Could this be the magic at last?
Could it be magic?"
~~~~~~~~~~


Down in the basement, Buffy and Spike stared at each other.

"Lust spell?" Buffy murmured. "That's what happened." She shook
her head and pulled out of Spike's arms. "It wasn't us...it was just a
spell. Not our fault."

She looked into his eyes, not at all sure how she felt about this
new knowledge. It was almost...disappointing...to learn that it had
all been beyond their control, forced upon them by sloppy witchcraft.

Without a word, she stood up and began to dress.

Spike watched her, wanting to follow her and pull her back into his
embrace, wanting to comfort her and baby her, to take care of her
and to tell her that he didn't give a damn what had caused it, that
he wanted it to go on and on.

"Well..." Buffy said, smoothing down her hair.

"Yeah..." Spike stood up and pulled his clothes on.

There was an uncomfortable silence as they stared at their feet,
wondering what the hell to say to each other.

"Look, Slay....Buffy," Spike finally said. "I don't know how we
managed to get caught in this fuck up, but..."

"What happens now, Spike?" she asked. "I mean...we have to
tell Willow about it. She's gonna have to break that spell."

**Why?** he wanted to say. "I suppose so."

"And THEN what happens?" she asked again. "We keep trying to kill
each other? I don't know if I can...go back to that."

"Me, neither, luv."


~~~~~~~~~~
"Lady take me
High up on a hillside
High up where the stallion meets the sun

I could love you
Build my world around you
Never leave you, til my life is done.."
~~~~~~~~~~


They continued to look at each other, unhappiness written
all over their faces.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Could this be magic?"
~~~~~~~~~~


TBC.....
What do you think?

I Put A Spell On You

part 6.....



~~~~~~~~~~
"When all else fails and you have nothing
You know you really should believe in something
Take a look at what you have
To a dream that's not all bad.."
~~~~~~~~~~


They fell silent again, listening to the conversation upstairs.

"Anya!" Willow said sharply, trying to stifle the other girl's
rhapsodizing over Xander's sexual prowess. "Be quiet and listen
to me. I didn't perform the spell last night. My mother called me
and I had to go before I could do it. That's why I'm here now.
I figured since it's Sunday and the store would be closed for the
day..."

"Oh. Well, never mind!" Anya said pertly. "Turns out we don't need
it after all. Just return all the ingredients and we'll call it even."

There was a silence, as though Willow couldn't quite believe her
ears, then the bell over the door tinkled again as both girls left
the store.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Don't waste time with all your thinking
Wake up now, your dreams are sinking
Making the change is up to you
You'll accept nothing less than the best.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Down in the basement, Buffy and Spike stared at each other
as Willow's words began to sink in.

Without a word spoken between them, they came together in
the middle of the room, hands and mouths roaming feverishly
over bodies.

Buffy pulled back first, panting for air. "No...no spell?"

Spike bent over and kissed her throat. "No spell," he
confirmed.

"Well...what does that mean...I...ohh...do that again," she
moaned as his teeth nipped at her skin.

He scooped her up off her feet and carried her back to the
cot. "It means," he said, depositing her in the middle of it, "that
we've been doing it because we want to." Grabbing the hem of
her skirt, he pushed it up around her waist.

Buffy began working on his belt buckle. "Does that mean
that...we can keep on doing it?" she asked, tugging down his
zipper and reaching into his pants.

"I don't see why not," he replied, sliding her panties down and
off.

"Oh, good." She stretched out on her back, parting her legs. "Can
we do it right now?"

"Yeah," Spike grunted, falling forward and penetrating her with one
hard thrust. Finding the now familiar rhythm, he licked and kissed
her neck. "Baby....you feel so good. I could fuck you forever."

Buffy lifted her hips to meet each downward stroke. Panting and
moaning, she dug her nails into his back.

"You like it, baby?" he whispered in her ear. "That feel good?"

She raised her hands to cup his face. "Kiss me and I'll tell you."

~~~~~~~~~~
"Come, come, come on
Bring out the magic
~~~~~~~~~~


Looking down into her eyes, he slowed the pace of their
coupling and placed his lips against hers tenderly.

Drawing away, he hid his face against her neck. "God, Buffy...what
are you doing to me? And why do I want it so much?"

She arched her neck as he began to move a little faster. "Because
it feels right," she murmured, stroking his hair. "It's never felt so
right...so good."

"Never," he agreed, shocked to discover that he meant it.

Buffy could feel the moment of completion building up in her, making
her tense all her internal muscles around his invading flesh. She knew
she couldn't last much longer, and she wanted him to be with her with
it happened. Placing her lips against his ear, she spoke softly...

"Spike...that feels so good...I can feel you inside of me...filling me
up with your body...so big...oh, God, I can feel it everywhere...so
hard...pounding into me..."

"Buffy..." he choked.

"Yes, baby...anything...anything for you...I'm so wet...you've made
me so wet...ohhh...you're so deep inside of me...I feel you inside of
me...you have your...your..."

"Say it!" he demanded, grinding into her.

"Mmmm...your cock...in my pussy....feels so, so good...so big
and hard...faster...do it faster...fuck me harder...deeper...that's it..oh,
yes...please, baby....are you gonna come? You're so close...I can
tell...I can feel it..."

"Yeah," he grunted, pumping harder. The things she was saying
were driving him out of his mind. Such erotic words spoken in
that little girl's voice of hers.

"Fuck me...fuck me hard...come with me...now..."

With his final thrust, he pushed down firmly, slamming himself
into her as they both exploded. He felt her clamp down, squeezing
him, milking him, taking every drop he had.

"Yes...yes...yes...ohhh..."

He had to clap one hand over her mouth to keep her from
screaming.


~~~~~~~~~~
"It's much quicker than the eye
It's your mind, and it's there all the time
You can lead yourself away
Understand you can have what you say.."
~~~~~~~~~~


"Oh, my God....we're gonna kill each other."

"Maybe so, luv...but what a way to go."

"Yeah, I can think of worse ways. The first time I died, I..."

"The...pardon me, did you just say that you died?"

"That's right. But it was only for a minute. Your old friend, the
Master...sort of killed me."

"He's no friend of mine, kitten. I hated that ugly bastard."

"But weren't you kind of related to him? I mean, Drusilla sired
you, Angel sired her, Darla sired Angel, and the Master sired
Darla. Doesn't that make him your" she counted on her fingers,
"Great-great grandfather?"

"Don't get technical. Anyway, it's not like he bounced me on
his knee and pulled quarters from behind my ears, you know. It's
just a term we use for lack of anything better to call it."

"At least you don't have to worry about family reunions."

"No, you took care of that, didn't you?"

"I surely did."

"So, how did it feel...being dead?"

"I don't know. I was dead."

"Funny girl."

"Stupid boy."

"Bitchy slayer."

"Smart ass vamp."

"You irritate the shit out of me."

"You piss me off constantly."

"I think I love you."

"I think I love you, too."


~~~~~~~~~~
"You can stay with me now
And tell me what you know
You can stay with me now
And tell me all you know
~~~~~~~~~~


"Kiss me...then say it again."


~~~~~~~~~~
"Come on, come on, come on
Bring out the magic..."
~~~~~~~~~~


~~The End~~

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