Disclaimer: Spike’s not mine...you don’t have to rub it in

Author’s note: Spike has Buffy’s period. There’s Spuffy smut in this fic. If together those two things make you go *eeek,* well stick around for this chapter, but no promises after that. Once again massive hugs go out to Bloodytearsoflife for the fab betaing.

Thanks to Channel 5, Dee, Tasha, idk, CM, jane, Joyful Dayz, Blubble_blunder, Irishrose, Marzbar, Spet, and Wulfie for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 10: Fine for You

They were in the middle of watching Pride and Prejudice when there came a knock at the door.

Rather than disturb Buffy and Spike, Joyce slinked to the door well aware of the problems that Angel‘s presence in her house would cause.

Through the window Joyce saw the broody face of her visitor and prepared herself for an argument. Reluctantly, she opened the door hoping that he wouldn’t start yelling.

“Angel,” she greeted with a sombre face.

“Where is he Joyce?” asked the broody vampire on the porch.

“Who?” asked Joyce innocently.

“Spike, who else?”

“Right, well they are on the couch watching a movie. They don’t want to talk to you right now. Perhaps you should go somewhere else and come back when Wesley and Giles have come up with a way to fix this mess.”

“What mess?” asked Angel.

“You mean you don’t know?” Joyce questioned. “You came all the way down here and you don’t know what’s going on?”

“What’s to know?” he admitted, “It’s Spike, he’s evil.”

“Oh yes, cause an evil vampire watches Pride and Prejudice.”

“He read it often enough as a fledge...Let me in Joyce...”

“No,” she said blocking his entrance to the house.

“He could be draining Buffy as we speak!” Angel raised his voice.

With a hard look in her eyes, Joyce put her free hand on her hip and glared. “You don’t tell me what to do Angel, you may be centuries older than me, but this is my house. I trust Spike.”

“He’s a killer!”

“Pot, kettle?”

“Joyce let me in,” he ordered.

There was some movement in the living room, causing the two members of the doorway stand off to direct their attention to the living room.

“Ow,” came Buffy’s voice.

It took all of a second for Angel to react to the voice. Angel pushed Joyce out of the way and raced into the living room.

Buffy looked up from adjusting Spike’s blanket after they decided that they needed to change spots, her body had started to get pins and needles from sitting that way for so long. Angel, glared back at her, at Spike’s body with eyes that were flashing brown to amber.

“Angel, what the hell are you doing in my house?” she asked, Spike’s voice resonating in his ears, making Buffy realise that Angel wasn’t going to buy it either, just like Riley hadn’t.

Angel hitting her was gonna hurt a lot more though.

“Spike, get away from her,” ordered the older vampire.

“It’s happening again isn’t it?” asked Spike from his position laying on the couch. “Bloody hell can’t your soddin’ exes leave my body alone?”

“Apparently it’s a syndrome,” Buffy noted, standing up from the couch. “Angel, I don’t want you here. GO away!”

“That’s not for you to decide, Spike!” declared Angel.

“He doesn’t know,” mentioned Joyce from the hallway, clutching her head, a bruise beginning to bloom on her forehead.

“Oh god, Mom! What happened?” asked Buffy, rushing over to her mother.

“I might have pushed her,” confessed Angel with his best apologetic look.

Buffy turned Spike’s body around and glared at her ex boyfriend as she wrapped Spike’s arms around her mother. “You did this?”

“I thought Spike...”

“No, Spike didn’t do anything. Actually he won’t be doing anything for a while, Angel,” said Buffy annoyed.

“Huh?” Angel had a confused look on his face.

“Wesley didn’t tell you that we switched bodies?” asked Buffy, earning a chuckle from Spike on the couch.

Angel looked between the girl on the couch in pyjamas and the vampire that was holding Joyce by the shoulders.

“Imagine how bloody confusing it is to us, Peaches,” noted Spike on the couch, who was glaring coldly at the elder vamp for having pushed Joyce. “All we can do is sit back and wait for the Watcher and Red to fix us. The last attempt went all wonky.”

Buffy and her mom went into the kitchen to get ice for Joyce’s head. Angel sat down on the couch for a moment. It was as if Spike could see the wheels turning in his head.

“Why is your body all beat up then?” asked Angel after a moment.

“That would be Soldier Boy. The Slayer was sitting here minding her own business and Whitebread burst in and started beating on my body. Thought that same thing you did. Except that bit of tin in my head made her a sitting duck. Luckily, I came home and stopped it,” he replied smugly.

Angel’s ire rose again.

“Surprised that you didn’t do the same thing, Peaches. Defending the honour of your girl and all.”

“She’s not my girl anymore, Spike. Don’t like seeing her with that moron, Riley, but she’s not my girl.”

“That’s big of you to say Angel,” came Spike’s voice from the hallway again. “It might be nice of you to apologise to my mom too. She’s got a rather large bump on her head.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, getting up off the couch and heading into the kitchen for a moment. Buffy was terribly tempted to trip him on the way there.

“How are you feeling?” asked Buffy of her vampire with woman troubles.

“Fine, annoyed that Peaches interrupted the best part of Colin Firth’s performance.”

A smile spread over Spike’s face as Buffy shook his head, the comfortable silence was broken by Angel‘s voice.

“I’ll just go,” said Angel from the hallway. “I’ll be back with Wesley in the morning.”

Buffy glared at him, really wanted to smack him for pushing her mom, but Spike tugged her down on the couch. With a weak smile and a wave, Angel left leaving the Summers household to return to the drama of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy’s romantic life. Spike and Buffy snuggled under a blanket on the couch while Joyce looked on happily despite the bump on the head.
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The credits began to roll on the TV. Buffy looked up to see her mom asleep in her chair and she could feel her own breath against Spike’s chest.

Who knew when the Big Bad got all crampy he turned into a snuggle buddy?

Buffy reached over for the remote, turning off the DVD and extricating her body from Spike’s arm, so she could move about.

This had been an insanely weird day and the truth was that she wasn’t ready for the day to end. Sure the clock on the VCR said that it was 1 am but that didn’t mean she was ready for a whole new day to start. A day that would most likely bring another confrontation with Riley, a definite encounter with Angel and possible switchage.

With a gentle rub to her mother’s back, Buffy sent her mother up to bed, she had work in the morning. With sleepy eyes, Joyce kissed Spike’s cheek softly and patted Buffy’s head affectionately before heading up the stairs.

Buffy picked up her body in Spike’s strong arms, allowing her head to rest on his chest and followed her mother up the stairs before veering into her own room. It was only hours before the Scoobies would descend on their doorstep once again and break the comfortable family atmosphere in the house. Her mom was right, Spike was family now.

And Buffy had to admit that she was starting to have her doubts about her mom having lusty thoughts about Spike now. Maybe it was the fact that her daughter was in the gorgeous vampire’s body or maybe Buffy had had it wrong all along. The comments about how cute the two of them looked together on the couch was certainly not meshing with the whole ‘mom thinks Spike’s hot’ theory.

Buffy laid her body down on the bed, covering up the sleeping vampire in her body before heading off to make certain that the curtains were closed properly and thus avoiding waking up in flamey death. Turning to her dresser in hopes of getting changed into Pyjamas herself, Buffy realised that she had a problem.

What the hell is Spike supposed to wear for pjs? she asked herself.

She didn’t even have underwear for the vampire’s body. She contemplated sleeping fully clothed, but that idea was hurriedly dismissed. Jeans were not comfy to sleep in.

Suddenly, inspiration struck and she found a pair of oversized shorts that had gotten stretched in the wash. Carefully clad in the shorts, that frankly were too big for Spike as well, Buffy slipped in under the covers of her bed and drifted off.

Hours later, Spike opened Buffy’s eyes to find that he was in the Slayer’s bed, his own body wrapped up around hers. That all encompassing pain in Buffy’s lower back and abdomen had returned and he wished that he had some of those little white pills Joyce had given him earlier to ease the pain away.

But that would mean he’d have to leave the warm comforting touch of his own body. It posed a dilemma.

His body moved slightly.

“Spike?” Buffy asked, sleepily. “You ok?”

Spike nodded Buffy’s head.

“No, you aren’t, I can feel it. I don’t know how. You’re in pain. Do you need more painkillers?” she asked.

“Ok.”

Buffy smothered a laugh at the vulnerably that Spike was portraying in this state she had had to endure every month for the last seven years. Carefully Buffy extricated Spike’s body from the bed, keeping careful hold on the waist band of those freakishly stretched shorts that at that moment she was glad she hadn’t managed to throw them out.

Returning from the bathroom, Buffy handed the pills and a glass of water to Spike.

“So...enjoying your first period?” asked Buffy with a smile.

“Hardly,” he answered, an edge to her voice. “Bet your body smells bloody wonderful to my nose though...”

Buffy closed Spike’s eyes and inhaled. She had to admit that it did. It felt wrong though, to be salivating over your own body.

“Maybe we can do something about that in the morning,” continued the vampire sleepily, putting Buffy’s head back down on the pillow.

Quietly Buffy moved Spike’s body back under the covers, his blue eyes trained on her face.

“Goodnight Buffy,” he mumbled into the darkness.

“Goodnight Spike.”
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It was like an inferno, something incredibly hot...and wet, was causing the most fantastic feeling around Spike’s cock.

Buffy opened Spike’s eyes and found that she was looking into a quilt that had been put up over his head. Buffy moaned as the intensity of the sensations increased. Instinctively, Buffy knew that Spike’s body was really very close to spending, and she refused to think about exactly what was making her feel this way.

Thinking was defiantly of the bad right now.

Buffy allowed Spike’s eyes to roll up into his head as something hot and wet probed the length of Spike junior causing the vampire’s body to respond with a moan. Little fingers were trailing up and over Spike’s bare legs, bringing Buffy dangerously close to that thinking thing again.

“Spike!” she growled arching Spike’s body off the bed and succumbing to the fantastic orgasm.

Moments later, Spike drew the quilt off of his head and smiled down at her.

“There are questions my brain wants to ask,” she muttered. “But I don’t think I want the truth.”

Buffy’s body falling back onto the pillows, Spike chuckled, Buffy’s girlish giggle filling the room. “I guess it would be foolish for me to ask to get you to return the favour then?”

“Ewwww!”

“That’s what I thought you’d say,” he mumbled, getting up out of the bed, and stalking towards Buffy’s drawers. “It’s all well and good when you’re the one getting your rocks off, but when it’s me?...”

“But it’s not you Spike! It’s my body! And besides the fact that I have issues with doing that to my own body, you are currently indisposed!” She waved Spike’s hand towards her body’s lower regions.

“Bull shit,” exclaimed the vampire, Buffy’s hands on her hips. “You’re in my body, my body drinks blood or have you forgotten that?”

“Not forgotten,” she mumbled as she pulled Spike’s body out of bed. “Constant reminder actually.”

Spike moved closer to his body, peeling off the yummy sushi pyjamas as he walked, coming to rest just in front of his own naked body, wearing only white bikini briefs. “So why don’t you do anything about it? Probably the only time my body can actually drink the fresh stuff with out a headache.”

Spike watched as Buffy began to worry his bottom lip nervously.

“No one will ever have to know,” he continued trailing a finger down his perfect chest.

Spike's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as his eyes passed over her body.

The pair of one time adversaries jumped as the phone rang down stairs.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, knowing that the moment was over.

“Get dressed Spike,” Buffy ordered. “The hoards are about to descend.”
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tbc...

Only two more chapters to go!