Feelin Frisky at the Magic Box
Author: Sarahvampgrl
Spoilers: Set right approximately right now in the series so all around spoilers for this season
and others past may crop up.
Disclaimer: I think it's quite obvious i don't own them or i would have all you rabid fans,
much like me, beating down my door to smother me with gifts and adoration. You can do that
anyway if you want, but you can't get Spike. I'm keeping him chained to my bathtub and he's
all mine! Ya hear me, ALL MINE!
Feedback/Reviews: Who needs reasons when ya've got heroin. (just a trainspotting quote, i'm only
addicted to reviews and Spike)
Rating: R or NC-17 (oh, yeah baby, that's the spot)
Summary: Buffy and Spike are gonna get together. Ya know they are. And if not, well then,
they will here. ;>
By unspoken agreement the Scoobies gathered in Buffy's living room instead of the Magic Box. The
book they needed was already here and no one wanted to stray far from Dawn who lay vulnerably
in her bedroom upstairs. Anya sat on the armrest of Xander's chair nearest the door prepared to
zip over to the magic shop if they needed anything to help Dawn. The four people and ex-demon
sat apprehensively. Each was uncomfortably aware that Buffy was not yet home and,
as Giles checked his watch for the twelfth time, it was nearly noon.
"We should really get that a girl a cell phone for her next birthday," Xander said into the
worried silence.
Anya immediately perked up with a smile. "Oh, yeah, I've seen those at Radio Shack. All sleek,
hard, black plastic. It's really amazing the advancements in communication since the telegraph.
And you can get those cute little vanity covers. OOH, we could get her one with little angels
or maybe a cross or something." Anya flashed a bright smile and eagerly scanned the room for the
reaction to what she thought was a rather cool idea but her smile faded at the empty blinking
faces staring back at her. "It was just an idea." She mumbled and slid a hand across Xander's
shoulder. She felt a burst of comfort and reassurance at his warm presence and let her mind
drift off into a daydream of white dresses, bouquets, and ritualistic bloodletting.
Tara's soft voice shattered the silence. "Maybe we should send someone out to look for her. Maybe
we could check Spike's," she said with a shy blush and downturned eyes.
Xander gulped, and rubbed suddenly sweaty hands down his thighs as his mind formed images he
never wanted to contemplate. Tangled limbs and tousled blond hair flickered through his mind
and he muttered aloud, "I am a dirty, naughty boy."
Anya heard his soft exclamation and flashed a bright but confused smile as she declared, "Yes,
Xander I know, but I hardly think this is the time for kinky sex. We'll play that game when we
get home, ok?" and she lightly patted his shoulder in a perfunctory way.
Giles cast them a midly disapproving look before swiping his glasses off and idly rubbing the
lenses with the hem of his shirt as he sucked in a breath and directed his attention to Tara as
he began, "Yes, well, much as I hate to admit it, that may be the best course of..."
Giles broke off and turned to the door expectantly at the sound of the doorknob turning. Time
stopped for a moment as the scoobies all stared at the door with hopeful surprise. Buffy did not
notice the perfectly still and quiet forms of her friends staring at her as she slipped into the
house. She was humming to herself and she couldn't seem to control the little tilt to her mouth.
Damn him if that was a smile. She was NOT smiling, she told herself. Spike had definitely not
given her mindblowing orgasms and wobbly legs and put that stupid dazed smile on her face. Her
lips were just all tilty today. And her legs were tired from all the vampire fu.. umm, slaying.
Buffy had one foot on the first step of the stairs as she was halted by Xander's voice from the
front room calling, "Hey Buff, just the girl we've been lookin for to save the day."
She was not prepared to turn around and face her friends. She hadn't distanced herself enough
from her Spike experience this morning. She could still smell his scent clinging to her. She
could still feel his body as if it was pressed between her legs. She turned her head slowly and
her face wore the same expression it had worn of terrified surprise in her early, untried days
as the slayer. Slowly the gang filled her peripheral view. Xander and Anya were looking at her
with matching frowns of concern and suspicion as to what she might have really been doing.
Willow was sitting beside a blushing Tara and standing by the window was the man she most in the
world did not want to see her right now. Giles was still rubbing his glasses and with much more
force than was necessary to clean them. He met her eyes steadily as she uttered not a word before
he let her off the hook and spoke in his strong Btitish accent, "Alright then, now we're all
here. Buffy I'm afraid Dawn is in a bit of danger. Willow has a plan."
Suddenly Buffy didn't care about the lingering essence of Spike that covered her. There were more
important things than what she did with her life and that was Dawn. Dawn was her first concern
above all others and their was a note of frenzy in Buffy's voice as she asked, "What's happened?
Where's Dawnie?"
Willow came forward to stand face-to-face with Buffy. Their eyes locked together as they shared
this moment, so like other moments, other battles, when they had relied on each other for
knowledge and support. "I found Dawn in bed this morning in some kind of trance with one of
Gile's books open. I think she summoned a demon, a wish demon," Willow began in a steady
commanding tone of voice that had only recently evolved, "But I know a spell that I think can
help."
Buffy's steely resolve was in place. She could handle anything. Especially anything dealing
with demons and spells. That was the easy stuff. It was relationships that were complicated
and hard. "What do we do?"
"Well, Anya and Tara and I are going to gather some ingredients and then we're going to do a
sort of transport spell that will put you in Dawn's head. The demon takes the conscious essence
of his victim's and leaves them in a fantasy world in their own mind. We've got to get that
essence back but we've also got to convince Dawn to help us. We can't bring her back without her
wanting to come back. You need to convince her of that," Willow's big, round eyes stared deeply
at Buffy as she relayed the plan.
Xander piped in and Buffy's eyes snapped to him, "That leaves us with the good, old fashioned
demon ass-kicking out here." Xander smiled reassuringly, "We've got your back."
Buffy felt a twinge of memory and lowered her eyes as she realized there was someone she trusted,
and truly wanted watching her back on this. He would do anything to save Dawn, had sworn to
protect her, and Buffy would feel a little better if she knew he was out here working for her
little sister while she was saving Dawn from herself."Yeah, I understand, back, totally, gotten.
But get Spike, too. He's good with demon ass-kicking and he knows all their low-life hangouts,"
she said before quickly changing the subject back to more important matters and paying no
attention to 'the look' that crossed all their faces. "So, how do we prepare?" Buffy asked,
focusing on Willow.
"Well, Anya is going over to the Magic Box to get some supplies," Anya sprang up like a soldier
coming to attention at Willow's declaration and dangled her keys from her hand enthusiastically,
as if declaring that she was ready and prepared to help. Willow's smile stretched a little in
strained acknowledgment before she turned back to Buffy and continued, "And Tara and I are going
to meditate to build our strength for the spell." She gestured to the room as if she were a game
show model and confided,"We can do the spell right here in the living room."
"Nothin like convenience to perk a girl's spirits when her sister's life is in mortal danger,"
Xander muttered drolly. At Willow's angry and appalled look he jumped to his feet and quickly
backed away from the living room as he declared commandingly, "And I'll just be leaving.
Not running, but at a steady pace, with the lovely young lady who has chosen to be my bride," and
he and Anya bolted out the door.
Anya clasped Xander's hand as they walked up the street to the Magic Box. He looked damn good to
her today. His black hair swept forward across his brow in a scruffy endearing way and his big,
puppy dog eyes were filled with intense purpose. She wanted his attentionon on her. Right now.
"Wasn't that a good parking spot, baby?" she asked with her sexiest look. Which just happened to
be straight forward, carnal lust.
"Oh yeah, An" Xander said, "Of all the spots that was the parkiest." He smiled his endearingly
gorgeous smile at her in pleasure at his own cleverness and Anya felt her insides get all warm
and her nipples go hard as rocks. She liked him funny and she loved his cute smile.
The little bell tinkled as Anya turned her key in the shiny new state-of-the-art lock she'd had
installed and pushed the door open. She loved that little tinkle. It meant new customers which
led to money which was so much fun to make and spend and play with all day. Sometimes she
fantasized about making love with Xander in a bed piled high with twenties and tens. Sometimes
as Xander brought her to a lovely orgasm and she lost touch with the world around her she heard
the tinkle of that little bell.
Xander headed over to the back of the shop to get the special ingredients Willow needed for the
spell and Anya went behind the counter to grab the book they needed. Anya knew just where it
was because she had been idly thumbing through it in search of a Modern Bride catalog she'd
thought she might have stuffed in it during one of their more recent and incredibly boring
research meetings. As she held the thick tome in her hands she realized, in theory, it could have
and, most likely, *would have* taken her much longer to find it. And there was no one here except
her and Xander. She felt her breathing go shallow as her heart beat doubled. She laid the book
carefully on the counter and smiled in satisfaction. It would be here when she got back. She
sashayed around the counter, her heels clicking across the floor as she approached Xander still
facing the shelves stacked with glass jars and little wooden bins holding various magical
ingredients. She pressed herself to his back and wrapped her arms around his strong chest,
sliding one hand down to the front of his brown corduroy slacks, and pressing along his dick.
Xander gave a little gasp and then a deeper groan. She was already pulling the zipper down
when his strong hand grasped her nimble fingers and stilled their movements. His breath was
coming in quick bursts as he said, "An, not one to turn down the luvin, I love the luvin, but
this doesn't seem like the right time..ah, oh god.. or place."
Anya slipped around to face him and leaned into his chest as she wordlessly reached up, grasping
his head and pressing her lips passionately to his. His argument faded away with a soft groan.
Anya pushed all her slight weight into him and they stumbled back until Xander's legs bumped up
against the sturdy wooden table the scoobies met at to do research and discuss the big bads.
Anya still pressed him back and Xander hopped up onto the edge and cradled her between his thighs
as he held her close and licked along her lips, his tongue dipping into her sweet mouth and
tasting her. Anya stepped back and let the straps of her silky dress slide off her shoulders.
Xander rubbed his calloused hands along her golden skin and was rewarded with her shiver of
delight as his thumb skimmed her hardened nipple. Anya latched her lusty gaze onto his and began
to feversihly pull at his clothes until he was as naked as she was. There was something naughtily
exciting about making love in a place where they all worked every day skimming through books
and planning attacks. Xander was sure he'd never look at this table with dread ever again
and then he couldn't think at all as Anya began to press licking kisses down his neck, pausing
with attentive pleasure at the newly formed definition of his chest. He wrapped his arms around
her supple body and lifted her to kneel above him on the table. She smiled with glee at the new
position which firmly established her power over him and slid her body down onto his cock.
Xander's eyes fell closed on the vision of Anya's intense expression of pleasure as she began to
move her body along his hardness. He gripped her hips but let her set the pace, her warm moist
arousal sending waves of pleasure through him.
Anya made soft gasping moans as she quickened her pace and leant forward for a better angle.
Xander's lips curled in a smile at her obvious pleasure and it struck him again how much he loved
being with her, how happy she could make him. He began to push up with a little force and as her
moans became louder and more frenzied he cried out in a hoarse, more guttural, voice, "I love
you." She made a long soft moan and tightened above him, her whole body shaking as her inner
muscles squeezed his cock. Xander gasped and lunged up to press a soft open mouthed kiss to
the spot under her ear that drove her crazy. She shattered and Xander felt himself explode inside
her as she collapsed into a satiated puddle across his chest.
Her voice was matter-of-fact and pleased as she snuggled into his neck and whispered, "I love you,
too, sweetie." She made a satisfied sigh against him. "And I looove this," she said as she reached
down and gripped his ass. Xander gave a little yelp at the forceful movement then smiled as he
slid a hand down to return the gesture.
They had pushed all the tables and chairs to the edges of the living room and now Willow and Tara
sat facing each other in the cleared expanse. Their eyes were closed and their hands lightly
clasped within the circle of candles they had created. There was an aura of stillness and peace
to them as their lips moved in an inaudible breathy chant and they did not move or react as a
flushed and dissheveled Xander and Anya burst through the front door carrying a cracked leather
bound book and a paper bag bearing the name Magic Box in stylized letters.
Giles stepped up beside Buffy. She was looking out the window with a dazed expression, her
arms crossed tightly, and Giles shifted uncomfortably. His wise eyes lingered on Buffy with
a dull ache that marveled at her renewed existence and was pained at the consequences.
"Buffy.." he said softly. She turned quickly as if she had snapped back to this world from some
sad daydream. There were a million things he wanted to say but he couldn't think of one that
would end either of their pain. She needed to be strong and he was afraid. Afraid she wouldn't
adjust, wouldn't be strong, and whole. Afraid he would lose her again. He chose to deal with
the problem at hand. "Umm, yes," he cleared his throat before continuing, "We need to work on
finding this demon as well. I've been reading up in the book Dawn had, well," he paused
searching for a word, "borrowed. I haven't found anything to lead us to it, quite yet."
"I'm sure you'll find something," Buffy said with a smile that didn't quite reach her wide,
hazel eyes, "I'm going to hit the streets. See if I can find anything out."
Anya's eyes had widened with surprise and her voice was insistent as she burst out, "But you're
in the spell Buffy. You're the *center* of the spell." Anya's tone became confiding and
superiorly intelligient, "That's a very important part." Everyone looked at her in silence
and she sidled closer to Xander's tall, comforting presence as she muttered in a defensive
voice, "well it is...I'm just saying, is all."
Buffy felt a twinge of something like sympathy for Anya and an understanding of her somewhat
out-of-place sense of what was normal. Buffy turned to face the group and said reassuringly,
"Yeah, I know. I won't be far. You guys just keep working here. I won't be gone long." She rubbed
her hands down her jean clad thighs as a thousand thoughts swirled through her brain. She
turned quickly and grabbed her long leather jacket as she walked out the door. She needed
Spike's help on this one. She couldn't be in two places at once and she knew he would get the
job done. But Dawn was in danger and it was hurting her more than she had let on, and there
was only one person she could share that with. Only one place she had found any comfort at all
since she'd been back.
Giles watched her retreating back with apprehension and a deep frustration that came from a
more fatherly place. He wished, God, how he wished, he could wave his hand and make
everything better for her. Buffy was a daughter to him in every way that counted and he loved
her, probably more than anything else in this world. But he would never do that. Never just
wave his hand and fix the world for her. He loved her too much for that. She needed to be strong
and capable of doing what needed done. But he had a sinking feeling that he would be sending her
into the face of danger and pain again. He knew where Willow's spell would truly send Buffy, and
he only hoped she was ready to deal with the demons she would face there.
Spike lay sprawled in his leather easy chair while the telly flickered some game show he wasn't
really paying attention to. A smile of utter satisfaction curled his lips as he lay waiting for
the sun to sink low enough for him to venture outside. He still wasn't sure if he was going to
go to her or wait for her to come to him. It was just a matter of time before one of them
cracked and sought the other out. His ego wanted it to be her again but his heart knew it
would be him. He had wanted and waited for too long to let one night slip by without seeing her.
Maybe he was a little obsessive when it came to love but what the hell was this existence for if
it wasn't for passion and that all-consuming lust that pulsed through your body and your heart
and your brain.
Spike's head lifted in alert attention as he heard a scraping in the crypt above. But before
he had a chance to get up he saw her silouette framed in the doorway as if he had conjured it
from his very thoughts. The sun wasn't even down yet and she had already come to him. He could
have been smug and cocky but his face only showed surprised concern as his eyes shone all his
love at her.
He stayed still where he was and sucked in a breath at the love and lust he felt pulsing through
him at her presence. The air vibrated between them but her face remained cool and detached as
she walked towards him. She was gorgeous and it thrilled him to the core of his being to have her
here in his home within touching distance. God, how he loved her. He opened his mouth to
speak those words he'd already told her a dozen times.
"Don't," she rasped, her lip curled in disgust and her face a mask of distant, stoic, anger.
Then she shocked him again as she crawled into his lap and pressed her face into his neck. Spike
didn't move, in shock for a moment, then he wrapped his arms around her and settled more
comfortably in the chair as he stroked a hand gently through her silken hair.
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