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....

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


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"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.


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"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.....
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