Cake or Scrabble

Author's Note: I'm sorry about how long it took me to get this out but I've been dealing with big life and death type stuff and didn't have the energy to write. Thanks to all the people who kept sending me feedback on this fic. It really made me feel good when I wasn't. You guys rock! ^_^





"Who needs to do anything?" Tara asked with a forced smile. "We could do something else. Play scrabble. Ooh, or bake a cake."

Willow knew the spell must have had an greater effect then she'd let on by the frightened look on her face. She scooched a step closer and gripped her hand reassuringly. If Tara didn't want to talk about this, she'd back her up. "Cake baking could be fun. We haven't done culinary couple stuff, it'll be new and fun. Dangerous even, with heat and ingredients. It'll be like slaying, but domestic," Willow said with a child-like smile and wide, encouraging eyes.

Xander squeezed Anya's hand and stepped forward, his deep gaze focused on Tara. "Hiding won't make it go away. Trust me, I've already tried that one. If we're just honest about this maybe we can start controlling it." He took another slow step forward and Tara swayed towards him. "I keep thinking about you. The shape of your lips, the weight of your....the sweep of your hair."

Willow's face had shifted from horror to mutinous anger as she saw Tara's breath go shallow and her lids shift to sultry slits. Tara's hands fisted in the soft green flowy material of her long skirt. The fabric shifted against her thighs as she took a step towards Xander's tense, aroused body. "I keep dreaming about you," she said on a breathy sigh. Her hands trailed up her body to stroke along her stomach as she continued. "I feel the heat of your mouth on me again and your head bowed to my breast..." Their heavily breathing bodies were only a foot away now.

"Oh God, somebody please stop me," Xander groaned as he surged forward.

Willow threw her body between them and her voice was low and intense as she said, "Back off." Tara reached over Willow's shoulder and stroked her hand across Xander's smooth cheek. His eyes fell closed as he lost himself in the moment. Anya gently gripped his arm and pulled him away and over to the couch. She slowly sat down and Xander mimicked her, his eyes still closed. Making sure he was carefully settled, Anya shifted closer to Buffy, looking at her from beneath lowered eyelids. Their thighs grazed and Buffy sucked in a breath of air. Anya placed her hand on her knee and let her pinky reach out to stroke Buffy's skin.

Buffy felt a slow warmth spread through her at Anya's touch and found herself envisioning three blondes thrashing around in a crypt bedroom. Anya probably knew even more about what people could do in the throes of passion than Spike did.

"Yeah, um, I've been feeling affected too," Buffy said slowly into the iciness of the room. "I even found myself going to Xander and Anya's room in the middle of the night."

Xander nodded his head in memory while Willow frowned. "But I thought the spell made you want Spike," she asked.

"Oh, see the thing about that...cake does sound good. Who wants to help me make a cake?" Buffy asked with forced brightness as she popped out of her chair and scurried off to the kitchen.

"Maybe if we just do it we'll all feel better," Anya said.

"You mean have sex," Willow asked with shock.

"Yes, sexual intercourse. Do I need to draw you a pitcure? Someimes Xander likes it when we play naked pictionary," she said calmly.

"You do realize that would mean your boyfriend would be sleeping with my girlfriend," Willow explained indignantly.

"Oh, right. Xander's not allowed to touch other girls," Anya said as she bit her lip in thought.

Suddenly Willow's face clouded and she cast a glance over her shoulder. "Do you think Buffy is actually making a cake? Maybe someone should go check on her."

Anya leapt to her feet. "I'll do it!" She flew across the room and slid slightly on the polished floor into the kitchen. Willow gave Xander a wary glance and followed, Tara firmly in tow. She stepped up next to a puzzled Anya and surveyed the empty room.

"She's gone," Anya said and stamped her foot. A whine crept into her voice as she asked, "Where'd she go?"





Spike was still laying tangled in the sheets, enjoying the lingering scent and warm comfort on his cold skin, when he heard the above crypt door slam. His senses snapped to attention and his body tensed. Then he felt it. Her. Her presence. She hadn't even climbed down the ladder into the cozy love-nest they'd made below when a satisfied smile was curling his lips. He growled his arousal when her firm backside swayed down with each step.

She turned, her eyes dark and heavy with arousal and began pulling her clothes off as she strode towards him. "Spike. I'm not really sure if this is a spell or not."

"You know its not, luv. Might have brought you around, but what we have is no spell," he declared low and fierce.

"Maybe...but I still don't know how long it'll last..." her pajama bottoms puddled around her feet and she stepped out, delicatley arching her foot as she stepped onto the cold, hardpacked ground.

"Maybe forever, Buffy," and she couldn't miss the soft hope in his voice.

She felt his body vibrating with his arousal as she crawled up him with feline grace, her tight muscles lovingly carressed by the flickering candlelight.





As she stood between the too-worried Anya and a still heavy breathed Tara an idea popped into Willow's head. "Maybe I've been looking at this all wrong. I tried to do a reversal spell but that obviously didn't work. Maybe I need to try a disenchantment spell," she said slowly.

Her mind was already whirring ahead to the ingredients she'd need. She turned and began to walk quickly towards the stairs. She'd have to check her trunk to see if she had everything. She might need to go by the Magic Box. She didn't hear Anya's soft, "You mean this feeling will go away? I don't know how I feel about that..."

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