Disclaimer: The Characters of BTVS and ATS are the property of Joss Whedon and various other people/entities. I am only using them for fun and entertainment only. This is the sad reality that hits me when I wake up from my naked Spike filled dreams.

Author’s note: Once again thanks to the fab Aribelle for betaing this chapter and the wonderful feedback she’s been giving. *hugs*

Thanks to Joyful daze, Comedy of Errors, Dee, Spikes_petslayer, CM, Marzbar, idk, spacelord, Jane, and Steph for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 8: If it’s your own body...

Buffy looked at her body convinced that part of Spike’s insane perversion had decided to stay in the body she was inhabiting. She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her.

She needed this. She craved it. And the fact that it was her hand that was unbuttoning the jeans Spike’s body was wearing? That was turning her on too.

Slowly Spike unzipped the blue jeans and drew out his cock, ready, waiting and hard, cradling it in Buffy’s tiny hands.

Buffy expelled unneeded air and fastened Spike’s hand over her own, forcing him to begin stroking his length in rhythm with the breaths of her body.

“You like it when you touch me?” he asked seductively.

Without realising she did it, she nodded, Spike’s tongue snaking out of his mouth to lick his dry lips.

Buffy’s green eyes drank in his lips, Spike parting her lips ever so slightly wondering what it would be like to kiss them.

It’s ok if it’s your body, right? he pondered.

Spike passed Buffy’s thumb over the head of his erection, causing an audible gasp from the slayer trapped in his body.

The gasp of inhaled air brought a reminder that Spike was just as sexually frustrated as she was. Suddenly a wave of sympathy hit her. She had gotten off twice already today and he hadn’t had any relief. Well, at least she hoped that he hadn’t without her.

Buffy removed Spike’s hands from a top her own, guiding his strokes, and gently unbuttoned the skirt that her body was wearing, letting the garment fall to the floor.

Manly hands traced the curve of her hip and skirted the line of the low cut thong.

It’s ok if it’s your own body, right? she asked herself.

Spike’s hands decided it for her as they delved into the black thong her body was wearing and sought out her clit.

Secretly pleased with the reaction Spike was having in her body, Buffy let a smile pass over Spike’s face as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.

Spike sighed in relief as his fingers made easy work of Buffy’s clit. She knew just where to touch. He, never in a million years, thought that she would let it go this far. Selfish bitch; it was all about her. But this unforeseen act of kindness made his heart leap. He knew that if she had ever found out that he had touched her body anywhere that wasn’t absolutely necessary he’d get bopped in the nose for his troubles.

Buffy closed Spike’s eyes letting the sensations take her over. It was undoubtedly better when her hands were on Spike’s cock, rather than his. Maybe it was the unfamiliarity of it, the unpredictability, of having someone else‘s hands giving you pleasure?

But this train of thought pulled into a station Buffy knew she shouldn’t go to. She started to wonder what it would feel like to fuck Spike.

But more importantly how would it feel to fuck Spike when she was safely back in her own body.

She brought her attention back to what Spike’s hand was doing to her body, determined to bring Spike off before she shot.

“Oh Buffy,” Spike moaned, as Buffy slid two fingers in and out of her slick channel while Spike’s thumb rubbed her clit.

Buffy opened Spike's eyes wide as she realised that his moaning was going to bring her mom upstairs to investigate. She started to withdraw Spike’s hand, but was stopped by her own hand, holding it in place.

“Been waiting all bloody day for this,” he hissed.

With a gulp Buffy nodded and resumed her actions. Spike dropped her hand from his cock as the intensity built and put Buffy’s hands on his hips.

With a pinch to her clit, Buffy sent Spike over the edge, letting him muffle the high pitched shout coming forth from her lips in his shoulder. Buffy extracted Spike’s hand from her underwear and grabbed one of her hands to get Spike back on task.

Before she could insist, Spike was on her knees before his body doing something she hadn’t even contemplated. Buffy gasped as Spike took his cock into her mouth.

The change of temperature was almost enough to send her off. Weaving Spike’s fingers through her blond locks, Buffy let Spike's eyes roll into the back of his head as she felt her tongue twirl obscenely against the head of his cock.

The sensation of sucking one’s own cock not lost on him, Spike lost himself to the action. His hard shaft thrusting in and out of Buffy’s mouth felt almost natural. He removed Buffy’s hands from his ass and gave a little tug to the jeans Buffy had dressed him in, giving enough room for his balls to escape their confines. With purpose, Spike trailed a hand up to meet the apex of his thighs, carefully fondling them as Buffy’s throat and tongue massaged his cock.

Just as he predicted Spike felt his balls tighten up as his body prepared to cum. He opened Buffy’s throat and drank.

Buffy let go of her head and stumbled back as Spike let his cock fall from her mouth.

“Oh my god!” she hissed. “I can’t believe you did that!”

“Didn’t hear any complaints at the time, luv,” said Spike, still on Buffy’s knees, clad in a shirt and thong.

Quickly Buffy zipped up and fled to her closet. “We need to get you into other clothes.”

If Spike’s face could have blushed it would have been beet red. Mortified at the shock, that her mouth had...done something so wonderful to... Buffy felt Spike’s cock twitch back to life at the thought of getting sucked off again.

A train of thought that swiftly pulled into ‘I wonder what it feels like for a guy to fuck’ station. She had all the parts necessary, and she started to wonder just how it felt to have this appendage that wanted nothing more than to be housed in a nice warm wet channel to be housed in said wetness. She felt another significant twitch in the trouser area before she mentally slapped herself to focus on the task of finding clothes for Spike, and the closet in which she was standing.

“Buffy...” said Spike wanting to talk about what just happened.

“No time for talking, Spike. My mom thinks we’ve been getting you dressed for my date with Riley!” She couldn’t talk about this now, that would lead to more of the thing with her tongue and his...Think clothes, Buffy! she chastised herself.

“You can’t honestly expect me to be anywhere near that git and not beat the crap out of him Slayer!”

“You aren’t actually going on a date with him, Spike. Did you not hear me earlier? Riley and me, so not happening right now.”

“Then why...”

“’Cause I need to get back at him on a purely vindictive level Spike...It’s a time honoured tradition dating back many eons,” explained Buffy pulling new clothes out of her closet.

Turning, she thrust a leather skirt and a red top at Spike, then rummaged through her underwear drawer and found a new black thong.

“Put these on,” she ordered, before turning back to her closet and began pulling out a whole other outfit.

Spike looked up concerned. “What’s with the other set of clothes pet?” he asked, eyeing the pants and top she now held in her hands.

“For patrol after,” she stated bluntly as if he should have known.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, taking off the grey top and slipping on the red. “Why do bints wear so many bleedin’ clothes?”
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Buffy and Spike returned to the main floor of the Summers’ residence, Spike dressed and made up for his ‘date’ with Riley and Buffy actually smiling about how she was going to make Riley miserable.

“What took you so long?” asked Joyce as she set a plate of stake and potatoes in front of Buffy’s body and a glass of blood in front of Spike’s.

“There was massive disagreement about what to wear,” lied Buffy. “But,” she sighed, “Spike won out, ‘cause it is him who’s wearing it all.”

Joyce smiled. “That is very diplomatic of you Buffy.”

Buffy smiled back at her mom, picking up the glass of blood and taking a sip.

The doorbell rang.

All three beings in the kitchen lurched up from their spots and made for the door, Joyce swiftly getting to the door first, followed closely by Spike.

With her best disapproving mom face on Joyce opened the door to Riley... a very nervous Riley, standing on her front porch flowers in hand.

“Riley,” greeted Joyce coldly.

“Mrs. Summers, I’m here to pick up Buffy for our date.”

It was hard not to giggle, so Joyce just bit her lip and backed up from the door waiting to see which one of the switched beings behind her would actually step forward.

Hesitantly Riley stepped into the house and offered the flowers to Buffy, or rather Buffy’s body.

“I thought I told you jewellery Whitebread?” sneered Spike, backing away from the flowers.

“You, you didn't get switched back?” the commando asked.

“No, we didn’t” confirmed Buffy, taking the flowers from Riley’s hands and sniffing. “Thanks for the flowers though,” she said a smile lighting up Spike’s face.

“My god Buffy, what are you going to do?” asked Riley standing exactly on spot, refusing to budge an inch.

“Giles is working on it,” noted Buffy moving away from the door towards the kitchen for a vase.

When she returned, vase in hand, the three figures at the door way stood in silence, the door still open behind Riley.

“What are we going to do?” asked Riley in a softer tone.

With a hard look Buffy stared down her boyfriend. “It all depends on you now doesn’t it, Riley? We can either go on our date as planned or we don’t.”

Riley looked from Spike to Buffy and back again.

“But Buffy, you’re a guy, I had a romantic dinner planned...Sunnydale’s a small town. We’re bound to run into someone we know...”

Buffy put Spike’s hands on his hips, Spike’s steely blue eyes boring into Riley’s head. “Just because I’m not in my own body we can’t go out?” she shouted. “Are you more afraid of your image as macho solider man than spending time with your girlfriend? Fine, then take Spike out, I’m sure he’ll show you a good time.”

Riley gawked at the suggestion.

“And that would be why she made you dress up,” noted Joyce to the scowling vampire that inhabited her daughter’s body.

“No, absolutely not!” declared the commando.

Buffy shrugged Spike’s shoulders. “Well Riley it’s been nice talking to you then, don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” said Buffy taking her vase of flowers out of the hallway with her as she headed up the stairs to her room.

“I don’t...I don’t understand,” muttered Riley.

“Neither do I Soldier Boy, neither do I,” said Spike sadly following up behind his body.

“Maybe it would be better if you left, Riley,” said Joyce softly. “I don’t think that Buffy’s quite forgiven you for hitting her earlier.”

“It was Spike I was hitting, not her, if she would just understand that!” shouted an indignant Riley.

Left alone in the hallway with Joyce, Riley suddenly realised something. Spike was up there with Buffy alone!? Riley bounded up the stairs, leaving Joyce in his wake. He barged into Buffy’s bedroom only to find Buffy’s body without a top on and Spike’s body sitting on the bed clutching Mr. Gordo.

“What the hell is going on here?” he shouted.

“What does it bloody look like? I’m getting dressed for soddin’ patrol! Bloody bint has to dress me up three times a day...” answered Spike, pulling a white sweater over Buffy’s head.

“You’re changing in front of each other?” asked Riley confused.

“He’s in my body Riley, there isn’t much of my body I haven’t seen!”

“But what about him! Has...Has he touched you?”

Buffy go up off the bed and walked into her boyfriend’s personal space. “I can safely say, Riley, that Spike has been the perfect gentleman and has not touched me at all. Now if you don’t mind I really don’t want to talk to you right now. Get out.”

Riley backed up a bit, his confused expression making Spike smirk across the room as he zipped up Buffy’s ‘slaying’ boots.

“How do you know he won’t try anything?” asked Riley lamely, his arguments sounding stupid even to himself.

Buffy cocked Spike’s scarred eyebrow in reply.

“Just go, Riley. I’ll call you when I’m switched back, okay?” said Buffy with a softness she hadn’t exhibited all day.

Riley nodded in compliance and turned to head back down the stairs.

“Awww, no kiss goodbye?” asked Spike.

“Shut up Spike,” muttered Buffy, grabbing Spike’s duster and slipping it on. “Let’s go kill something.”
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tbc...