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Title: I Put A Spell On You
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I only own the story
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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'.."
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"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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