Devil's Playground
Author: Sarahvampgrl
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: NC-17 for all the yummy smut
Summary: A simple spell goes awry with lusty consequences.
Author's note: I've decided I think this is set in season five. The whole campus is partying and
my muse has me chained to my computer like a loser. I hope somebody appreciates all the hard work
she makes me do.
Buffy pouted in front of her bedroom mirror as she threw down her concealer in disgust. The stubborn
purplish red hickey refused to be hidden or let her forget what she had done the day before with
Spike. *Strong, sexy, intense Spike* Buffy thought dreamily as she stroked the mark on her neck
for the hundredth time. Her eyes widened as she realized where her mind was drifting and she
jumped up and busied herself getting dressed. *Idle hands are the devil's playground...* drifted
through her mind as she pulled her fashionably stressed hip-huggers on. *She could keep her hands
busy and think of Spike...No! Bad Buffy! Bad, bad Buffy!* she mentally chastised herself as she
felt her fresh panties dampen her jeans. She pulled on a deep blue cotton shirt and buttoned the
crisp white buttons over her lacey bra. She sat back in front of her mirror as she glossed her
lips with flavored balm and sighed. This hickey would just not do for facing her friends. She
hooked a soft blue pattterned silk scarf around her kneck and knotted it loosely to the side.
*Well, at least she wouldn't have to deal with Xander's stares.*
She took a deep breath, steadied her nerves and opened her bedroom door. Dawn almost fell into
her arms as she raised her fist to knock on Buffy's door. "Hey." Dawn said quietly as she stared
at her sister with wide, curious eyes.
"Hey." Buffy answered back. They stood in silence for a moment as a conversation passed unspoken
between them.
*I know what you did.* Dawn's eyes challenged.
*I don't want to talk about it.* Bufffy's body language screamed as she crossed her arms and set
her lips in a tight line.
*Fine, but you're gonna have to deal sooner or later.* Dawn's answered as she shifted on her feet
and twisted her lips impatiently. "Um, breakfast is ready and Giles is downstairs waiting," Dawn
said still meeting Buffy's eyes challengingly.
"Thanks. Um, Giles is already here?" Buffy asked nervously.
Dawn smiled a little as she said, "Yup, and he looked pretty ticked. Well, pretty ticked for
Giles. Sometimes it's hard to tell but he'll get all serious and intense or kinda shifty or.."
"Dawn, I get it," Buffy broke in agitatedly, "He's not sunshine and roses, or tea and crumpets or
something, today. Thanks for the message." Then she turned and started downstairs with a heavy
step.
As she entered the front room Giles rushed over to her from his worried stance at the window. "Oh
Buffy, thank God you're all right and," he paused angrily as he forced the next word past his
lips with venom, "Spike didn't harm you while you were under that atrocious spell."
Buffy laughed nervously as she forced a smile and muttered, "Yeah. Yes. Exactly. The Spell. Mint.
And ODD tingles."
Giles paled visibly as his eyes slid to the knotted silk at her neck. "My God, did he?!" he
sputtered with horror pulling the end of the scarf.
Buffy grasped for the slipping scarf as her eyes widened and she gasped, "No! Don't!"
Giles stiffened as he saw the purplish mark on her neck and softly whispered, "Oh, I see..."
Buffy flushed with embarassment and rubbed her lips together nervously. "Just a good
old-fashioned refuses to be covered by make-up hickey. Y'know throes of.."
"If you care about me at all you will not finish that sentence," Giles broke in hurriedly.
Buffy ducked her head and rocked back a step. "I'm just gonna go get some breakfast." She smiled
limply as she spun on her heel and dashed into the kitchen, quickly fixing the scarf back in
place. Only to run into a disapproving Xander. Buffy groaned inwardly. *Why did the fates or
powers or whatever get so much fun out of torturing her?*
"I just want to let you know that I don't blame you for what happened, Buffy." Xander began. She
blinked. *He didn't _blame_ her? Well that was awful big of him.* She thought sarcasticly. "I
know it was all just that crazy spell," he paused and gripped her shoulders as he looked into her
eyes intensely, "Spike took advantage of you, and I know you don't want to stake him now that
he's helpless, but I'm not gonna let him get away with this." He pulled out the wooden stake he'd
tucked into his belt as he looked at her with deadly seriousness.
Buffy's eyes went wide as saucers as she loudly exclaimed, "No!" Her hand shot out, quick as
lightning, and grabbed the stake from Xander. Her voice was quieter but filled with fierce
authority as she said, "*Nobody* is staking anybody! Leave Spike alone." At Xander's surprised
and confused look she added. "I'll take care of Spike." *I'd like to take care of Spike* her
body whispered suggestively before she mentally slapped herself for the second time this morning.
*No! Bad Buffy. Bad, bad Buffy!*
"But Buffy-" Xander began with confusion before his eyes drifted past her shoulders and he
swallowed his next words along with the lump in his throat. "Heeeey, Tara," he warbled nervously.
Tara blushed fiercely and ducked her head as she stood in the doorway like a deer caught in
headlights. Suddenly she turned and yelled "Willow!" as she ran swiftly through the front room,
past a startled Giles. "Um, I think I need to go talk to, um, them," Xander said haltingly as he
pointed in the direction Tara had fled.
Buffy chuckled as her eyes twinkled at Xander's red face. "Hey," Xander exclaimed defensively,
"I'd like to see you when you have to face bleach-head," he paused as his lips pulled into a
giddy smile at his next mental picture, "or Anya."
"Anya what?" the ex-demon asked pertly as she strolled into the kitchen. She paused and looked
Buffy up and down. A wide smile spread across her lips and a sensual twinkle glinted in her eyes
as she focused on the blonde girl and said suggestively, "Hey, baby, how _you_ doin?"
Buffy smiled back in appreciation as a similar twinkle danced in her sultry hazel eyes and she
answered, "I'm doin fine, baby. How you doin?"
Xander's jaw dropped and he almost came in his pants. "But you..and you..nervous...spell...kiss..
tension..." Xander sputtered.
"I don't see any reason why I should be nervous OR tense," Anya said matter-of-factly as she
sauntered closer. "Buffy is a very attractive girl and I am confident and comfortable with my
sexuality."
Buffy swung her eyes back to Xander as she answered confidently, "I would also have to say that
I am comfortable with my sexuality. In fact...Oh, what the hell!" Buffy stepped forward and
grasped Anya's head tenderly before bringing her lips to the other girl's. Anya's eyes drifted
closed as she slipped her arms around Buffy's slender waist. They plucked at each other's soft
lips for a moment, their breathing muffled and heavy as their kiss filled the room with the soft
sucking and erotic noises of a thorough liplock. Buffy pulled back and smiled at Anya who licked
her lips with relish. She turned to an immobile and stunned Xander and slugged him in the arm as
she said, "Don't let that one get away," and tossed a wink to Anya.
Anya strode to her glazed eyed boyfriend with concern. She slapped him on the back as she
worriedly demanded, "Breathe, Xander!"
"Oh God," Xander rasped as he sucked in a much needed breath. "Oh yeah."
Anya sighed. "If you're going to be incoherent I'm going to work."
"No!" Xander cleared his throat and focused on his girlfriend. "We need to go home. For a little
while. Right now." He grabbed her hand and dragged her out to their car determindely.
Buffy climbed the stairs, knowing Willow and Tara were probably in their room. She'd had
uncomfortable conversations with everyone else this morning. She might as well get them all out
of the way. As she passed her door, her phone rang shrilly from her bedside table. She halted in
her tracks and her breath caught. It rang again and she ran for it, picking up the reciever and
answering a breathy, "Hello?"
"What are you wearing?" Spike drawled sensuously.
Buffy closed her eyes as her nipples tightened and her legs wobbled in reaction to his voice.
"Spike." She moaned breathily.
His voice became serious. "I want to see you, Buffy."
"No, Spike," agitation tinging her voice, "It was all a spell. I wasn't in control of my
hormones."
"Yeah, I remeber Red mentioning a spell. I also remeber her mentioning something about mint.
Funny thing is, I don't remeber you tasting like mint. Your lips tasted like cherries and your
pussy tas-"
Buffy punched the talk button, cutting Spike off. Her breath was harsh and her clit was throbbing
with unanswered need. The phone rang again in her hand, making her jump, and she reached down and
yanked the cord from the wall savagely. Damn. Now he'd made her ruin her phone jack. That bastard.
That sexy bastard.
Faintly, she heard a distant jingle. *The kitchen phone! Fuck!* Her exceptional hearing caught
the sound of Giles picking up the phone. *Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!* Her brain screamed as she sprinted
from her room and vaulted over the bannister just as Giles was angrily demanding, "Who is this?"
"Oh, just solicitors. Always calling at odd hours, dinner and such," Buffy stumblingly covered
with a big fake smile to soften the lie. "Soliciting," she finished lamely, clutching the phone
she had wrested from Giles, to her breast. "Um, why don't you go check on Dawn for me. I can never
keep track of that girl." Buffy forced a self-deprecating laugh.
Giles narrowed his eyes at her questioningly before answering softly. "Alright. I'll just go
find Dawn then."
"Spike!" she hissed into the phone when Giles was out of earshot. "You can't call me!" suddenly
her brows knit in confusion, "How *are* you calling me?"
"You first, luv. I asked you a question." Spike's voice vibrated through her and her breath gasped
past her softly parted lips. "What are you wearing? Unless you wanna come over and show me," he
suggested softly. She was tempted. Oh God, was she tempted.
Buffy looked around cautiously making sure no one could hear her. He'd feel so good wrapped
around her right now. "Spike. I'll see you on patrol."
There was a soft hint of something else beneath her sterile words and this time Spike didn't dial
back as he heard the droning dial tone in his ear. He handed the makeshift receiver to the blue
demon he'd paid to tap him into a ground wire and grinned. "I'm gonna see my girl tonight! I know
a bleedin spell when I feel one. She's not foolin me with that nonsense. She's just gonna have to
admit to herself that she's my girl and she wants me, much as I want her." he proclaimed softly
with a devilish gleam in his eye before he fixed his intense gaze back on the demon. "So, how
'bout that pint, buddy?"
The demon nodded and licked it's scaly lips as it followed the swaggering vampire through the
sewers.
continue...