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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)





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