Disclaimer: Pixies told me that I really don’t own Btvs, it’s sad but the Pixies, they don’t lie.

Author’s note: Thanks and *hugs* to Aribelle for being a fab beta!

Thanks to mary, spet, Franchesca, Tammydevil666, EAS, Wulfie, Marzbar and Opal for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 3: Towels and Eggs

Towel clad, the two individuals emerged from the bathroom clean and wet. With a furtive glance to the hallway, Buffy and Spike slinked across the wooden floor and into Buffy’s bedroom. The door hastily closed behind them. Buffy took a moment to assess the situation.

She was wearing a towel, and Spike’s body, after having possibly the most odd experience in the shower. She looked at her body, across the room, peering out the window at the street below.

It was almost cute the way he was watching some kids on bikes playing on the sidewalk. He was probably eager to get out in the sunshine and wreak havoc on the populace, she thought. That thought was quickly dismissed though, when he recognised the look on her face, gratitude, enjoyment, bliss. Spike hadn’t been in the sun since his failed attempt to kick her ass in the sunlight at the beginning of the year, and before that since he was turned.

“Ok, we need you dressed,” she said with purpose, pushing the image of cute sunlit Spike frolicking in the tulips that had been forcing itself on her brain. She strode up to her closet and began going through the various hangers of clothes.

If it had been summer or even just a little warmer outside she so would have made him wear the frilliest dress she owned, but it was February. And she wasn’t that cruel. She turned from the closet holding a dark blue skirt that had a ruffled slit up the side and a silvery grey wrap around long sleeve shirt with a plunging neckline in her hands.

She was determined that Spike should experience the full effect of being in a woman’s body. God knows that if this predicament should last longer than a few days he was in for a messy surprise.

Spike was indeed looking at the children riding their bicycles in the street. However, his mind was elsewhere, focused on the beat of Buffy’s heart in her chest, the feeling of being alive. A feeling so very different from the still coolness of his own body.

He was also debating exactly what he should do about being left randy by her high and mightiness.

Buffy walked over to her underwear drawer and pulled out a matching set, black thong and bra.

“Here,” she ordered, thrusting the garments at him, still mesmerized by the kids outside.

Spike looked at the clothes with a raised eyebrow. “Seem a little girly to me, pet, got anything in leather?”

“Just put it on. If you have problems with the bra let me know.”

Buffy watched with a smile as Spike fumbled with the pile of clothes for a moment, before squatting and ducking her head under her bed, in search of something she had hoped that Spike would never find out about and that she hadn’t the heart to give away.

A couple of days after Willow’s ‘My Will be Done’ spell she had been shopping. That in itself was not unusual, but what was unusual was that she had bought him clothes. She didn’t know what had come over her. She was supposed to be disgusted with the whole Spike kissage thing but when she saw the light blue shirt she knew right away that it would go perfectly with his eyes.

And of course, once she started shopping for him she couldn’t stop until she had a complete outfit. This was why, in her time of need, she found a box of Spike-sized clothes under her bed. She regretted now not buying boxers for him too.

Buffy stood once more and stare at the towel covering Spike’s nakedness from her. Exactly how am I supposed to get this body dressed without Spike’s spike getting all friendly? she wondered.

Suddenly, a snarl broke the silence of the room. Buffy turned to see Spike struggling with the bra she had given him. The back clasp seemed to elude him.

Stifling a giggle, Buffy dropped the box of clothes she was carrying on the bed and headed over to the vampire trapped in her body.

“You’d think that seeing as I can get the blighters off women with no problems, I could at least get one on...” he said frustrated.

“Spike...” Buffy put a hand on her arm and turned him around, taking the bra from him. “I said if you needed help...” Buffy motioned for him to put up his arms and reached around to place the bra over her towelled body. “There... now, the undies.”

Spike held up the scrap of cloth that he was supposed to slip on and raised an eyebrow. “Can’t I just leave ‘em off? Never wear ‘em normally...”

“No!” exclaimed a shocked Buffy. “It’s my body you are wearing and you will put underwear on it!”

“Hardly seems worth it...” he said inspecting the thin strip that was the back of the underwear. “Doesn’t cover much.”

“Covers the important parts,” she muttered taking the pair away from him and squatting down on the floor by her body’s feet. “Step in,” she ordered.

Reluctantly Spike stepped into the thong, and Buffy began to slide the garment up her legs, pulling back the towel to make sure that the thong rested in the right spots.

Face-to-crotch with her own body she couldn’t help but notice something rather embarrassing, well if she had been in her own body.

“Spike, are you turned on in my body? Ewww.”

“Smelled that did you?” he answered, more intent on the slip of fabric that was resting up Buffy’s crack than her question.

She gave him a glare and crossed her arms, waiting for an apology, or an explanation or something.

“Feels weird,” he muttered, squirming.

“You’ll get used to it,” she remarked, gripping the towel that still hung from under the bra she had put on earlier. With a swift tug the towel came free and Spike was left clad in the matching thong and bra combo.

“Clothes, now,” she ordered and she headed back to the bed and the pile of clothes that she was going to have to put on Spike’s body. Reluctantly Buffy held up the blue jeans and sighed deeply, realising for the first time that she didn’t need to breathe.

It was an interesting sensation. Buffy experimented, holding a breath in for a lot longer than she thought healthy with no nasty side effects. Stuck in a vampire’s body was really going to give her the ‘walk a mile in someone else’s shoes’ experience. Though in this case they were really scuffed Doc Martin’s.

Reluctantly Buffy drew the jeans on to the body she was inhabiting. Pulling them up to the waist wasn’t the problem; the problem, she was finding, was that appendage that had a mind of its own. It just wouldn’t go into the jeans of its own accord.

She was going to have to touch it.

“Having problems pet?” asked Spike from his position on the other side of the room.

Buffy looked over to find herself fully dressed, towel still on her head.

“I think I need to get a stick to beat this thing down,” she complained.

Spike chuckled. “No, luv, I don’t think that would help the problem at all,” he said as he sauntered over to her position by the bed, reached up under the towel and gently guided his cock down into the confines of the jeans she had put on his body. Slowly he zipped them up and yanked down the towel that was around his waist.

“Look good enough to eat luv,” he said seductively, tongue wetting Buffy’s lush full lips.

“Eww Spike! I’m in your body!”

“I know I’m hot luv,” he said with a grin. “Had enough women tell me so over the last century to realise it’s the truth.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “I bet you’d suck your own cock if you could too,” she said flippantly.

“Maybe later Slayer. Need to get your shampoo commercial hair dry, don’t I?”
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Joyce returned home from the butcher’s with a wide selection of blood. She hadn’t thought that buying blood would be such a difficult process. The muffled voices she could hear from upstairs told her that they were getting along.

The sound of the hairdryer filled the air as Joyce cracked eggs into a frying pan. This situation was not one she had prepared for when Rupert had filled her in on all the perils of her daughter’s chosen duty. She had no doubt that it wasn’t a permanent condition, but had worries that it would take longer than necessary to get everything back to normal.

She just hoped that Riley had a chance to see Buffy in Spike’s body. She wanted to see the hulking man get a little comeuppance.

Joyce tried to be charitable. She wanted to like Riley, she really did. But there was something within her that just knew that Riley and Buffy weren’t meant to be. He was wrong in so many ways.

And she’d only met him a few times.

There was a knock on the door. Joyce tossed aside a dishtowel and greeted her early morning visitor, hastily bidding pause to her unRiley thoughts.

“Good morning, Willow.” Joyce smiled at the red head ushering her into the hallway.

“Buffy didn’t come back to the dorm last night, and Giles phoned, there’s research doing to be done?” she asked, babbling.

“I would think so, but I’ll let Buffy tell you when she comes down stairs. They’re doing hair at the moment,” explained Joyce.

“They?” asked a confused Willow.
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Joyce was serving breakfast to Willow, Xander, Anya and Giles when Spike and Buffy came down into the dining room.

Xander’s fork paused halfway to his mouth, taking in the scene of the two mortal enemies walking in to the room causally together.

“Is Dead Boy Jr. wearing something other than black? Perpetually in the 80’s boy moves on! Call the Undead Times.”

Willow gave him a look.

Buffy looked from her friends to her Watcher to her mother. Obviously her mom had not told the story. What she had told Giles over his answering machine had been cryptic at best.

“Buffy,” greeted Giles. “Shall we start at exactly what necessitated this early morning meeting?”

“Yes, I was enjoying some particularly delightful sex related dreams when Xander woke me up,” noted Anya.

Buffy rolled the blue eyes she had control of.

“And I like what Spike is wearing,” continued Anya. “It brings out his eyes very nicely. You have very pretty eyes for a vampire.”

Spike lit up in a smile, Buffy’s green orbs sparkling at the compliment.

“You think he has pretty eyes?” asked Xander of his girlfriend aghast.

“Your eyes are pretty too, Xander,” soothed the ex demon.

“Yes, well as fascinating as it is that Spike has nice eyes, can we get to the point?” asked Giles.

“Yes, I think that would be a good idea,” commented Joyce. “Why don’t you two sit down and have some breakfast? I have blood warming up in the microwave. I hope pig is ok.”

Buffy shrugged as she sat. She’d never had blood before, but the rumblies in Spike’s tummy were not going to take exception to that fact.

Buffy looked out at her friends. The moment she started talking all hell was going to break loose. She looked over at her body and the vampire that was currently scarfing down bacon and omelette like it was going out of style.

“Whoa! Hold your horses there buddy, that’s my body you’re filling up with pig grease. I do NOT want to find myself ten pounds heavier because you couldn’t control yourself,” she ranted, standing up from the table.

“Too thin anyway, surprised that Soldier Boy hasn’t said anything. Like my women to have curves, love,” he retorted looking up from the plate with glee.

The others around the table sat, their mouths open at the pair arguing.

“Good thing I’m not your woman then isn’t it. God! Spike do you even think before you speak or do you enjoy the verbal vomit you spew?”

Joyce re-entered the dining room holding the glass of blood she had warmed in the kitchen and set in down in front of Spike’s body. “Buffy, stop antagonizing Spike and drink your blood.”

With a pout, Buffy took the glass and drank.

“Is that why Spike’s wearing new clothes? Cause Buffy’s in his body?” asked Anya. “It makes sense you know. If I was in Spike’s body I’d dress him differently too.”

Xander turned to his girlfriend. “Huh? Buffy’s trapped in the killer vampire’s body and the first thing you think about is the clothes thing? The logic of your brain befuddles, Ahn.”

“At least I follow logic of a sort, Xander Harris,” she huffed.

“How...how did this happen?” asked Willow confused, neglecting her eggs.

“There was a thing...” started Spike, trying to speak through a mouthful of bacon.

“Eww!” Buffy rolled blue eyes and threw a napkin at him. “Spike picked something off the road last night and when he was handing it over, we switched. Didn’t notice until this morning.” Buffy sat down with a plunk. “I was all vampirey with a splash of male and he was me.

“Sounds like a Draconian Katra spell,” said Giles, wiping his mouth. “Will take the better part of the day to conjure up one similar to switch you back. Provided it works you should be back in your own bodies by sunset.”

“Oh!” gasped Buffy, getting up and giving her watcher a hug.

“Oy! Don’t appreciate my body being all affectionate with the Watcher Slayer!” spouted Spike.

“Ungrateful vampire,” Buffy muttered going back to her seat.
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