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Author’s note: Thanks to everyone who has been following this story! Special thanks to BTL for betaing this chapter, and *hugs* to both Aribelle and BTL who have beta’d this fic.
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Chapter 12: Sleepy Time Buddy

His arms wrapped around warm flesh, Spike pulled the warmth closer to his cool body and drank in her scent, his enhanced senses returned to him. She smelled wonderful, like sunshine, vanilla, fabric softener and blood.

His tummy rumbled to life, as his eyes opened to see a mass of blond hair before his face. She was here with him in the basement, instead of in her bed. Tentatively, he brushed her hair away from her face and towards him, his fingers tenderly caressing her blond locks.

Today was going to change everything between them. They had been living in a sort of limbo during the spell, couldn’t go forward, and certainly they couldn’t go back to the way things had been. Two days that had turned their world upside down.

She turned in her sleep. Now, facing his T shirt clad chest, he couldn’t resist the urge to touch her soft skin, skin, that not too long ago he was wearing. With a moan, she started to snuggle into his chest.

“I can feel you staring at me,” she mumbled sleepily.

“Sorry, luv,” he apologized. “It’s just, you are here, in this bed, with me.”

Even through her sleep hazy, she could hear the awe in his voice and smiled against his chest. “I missed my sleepy time buddy.”

“Thought that was the Soldier Boy,” he said just a quietly

Buffy jolted away from him like she had been burnt and Spike instantly regretted bringing up Captain cardboard.

“No, never again, Spike,” she promised, snuggling closer. “It’s morning isn’t it?” she mumbled.

“Ya, it is.”

Buffy groaned. “I don’t want this day to start. Can I just stay here?” she asked burrowing closer to him.

Spike’s head perked up at the sound of the basement door creaking open.

“Spike? Buffy? Are you two awake?” came Joyce’s voice.

Buffy groaned again, moving even closer to Spike, hoping it was only her imagination.

“Breakfast is on the table, you have class to get to young lady!” continued Joyce.
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Fully clothed and each sipping from their respective glasses, orange/grapefruit juice in hers and blood in his, they stared at each other. Joyce had conveniently gone to work leaving the two of them alone.

Neither of them let their lips leave the rim of their glasses, afraid of what to say. Buffy knew what she had to do though. Officially and painfully break up with Riley today.

She was just glad that Angel and company had slinked off into the night without a word. Though, she did expect a phone call sooner or later.

“I never did get you that fridge,” Buffy mumbled finally breaking the silence between them.

“You probably can’t read my handwriting,” he mumbled back, looking up into her glistening green eyes trying to read her.

She laughed softly. “I’ll just have to get you to give it to me orally,” she offered, a coy smile gracing her lips.

“Be my pleasure, pet,” he purred.

“Mine too.” Buffy set down her glass of juice and walked closer to her blood guzzling vampire, his hair still sleep tousled. “I have to get to class, you’ll come and see me later though, right? At the dorm?”

Spike nodded as he put down his beverage.

“We have some things to talk about,” she continued.

Spike grabbed her hand and pressed it to his lips a moment, before letting go, a smile gracing his face. He didn’t want to let her go. Letting her go meant facing the fact that she was going to have one on one time with Soldier Boy and though she’d said a couple of times now that she’d be breaking the tin soldier's metal heart, it all seemed too good to be true.

She smiled back at him, his lips soft against her skin. He was a perfect gentleman, something that she had, until this way weird experience, never thought to dwell on for any length of time.

“I’ll see you later?” she said again hopefully, waiting for confirmation, as if she needed him to assure her of his presence.

“That you will, luv,” he confirmed.

She stared at him for a moment longer before finally forcing her legs to work and turned towards the door, her bag slung over her shoulder.

Buffy put on her sunglasses and opened the front door, forcing herself to keep her gaze forward, ‘cause she knew if she didn’t she wasn’t going to be leaving the house at all today.

Except there was a body in the way of her exit. Riley stood poised, on the doorstep as if he was about to knock. Buffy opened her mouth to say just how surprised she was that he was there, only to have him brush past her and head towards Spike.

A momentary panic over whelmed her as she reached out to stop him.

The sight of the soldier boy coming towards him sent Spike into fight or flight mode. He took a step back, distributing his weight for ease of fighting the wanker off, only to have the unexpected happen.

Riley kissed him.

Full on the mouth, the soldier boy’s tongue trying to poke through Spike’s tightly pressed lips.

With a shiver of disgust, Spike pushed him off, a slight twinge from the chip giving him a headache.

“Riley! What are you doing?” squeaked Buffy.

Riley looked between both Buffy’s body and Spike’s, a sudden realization came over him. “You’re switched back...aren’t you...”

Buffy tried to cover her laughter. “Yep, yesterday, spent most of the day sleeping it off.”

“I really just kissed Spike, didn’t I?”

“Ug!” protested Spike, wiping his mouth. “That was an experience I had hoped to avoid my whole unlife.”

“Oh you big baby,” Buffy mocked. “Go rinse with your favourite brand of whiskey and get over it,” she added with a smile. “This memory is going to be saved for posterity and possible black mail.”

“Buffy!” the two men protested, each with equal looks of disgust on their faces.

“Na uh, it’s my right as the girlfriend,” she laughed. She looked at Riley who was smiling at her girlfriend reference and let her smile drop. “I’m going to class, Riley, you wanna walk me?”

Riley’s smile grew bigger and he offered his arm to her. Buffy carefully pretended not to see it.

“Bye, Spike!” she said a little sadly, before walking out of the house, leaving Riley in her wake.

Seeing his girlfriend leave the house ahead of him, Riley turned to the vampire and glared. “Don’t be here when she gets back. I have a stake with your name on it.” Riley shut the door with a slam leaving Spike glaring in the house.

“Got me a date with the girl elsewhere you git.”
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“I’m so glad that you are back to being Buffy,” exclaimed Riley, trying to get her to hold his hand, each attempt being brushed off, eventually she crossed her arms across her chest.

“Ya, I’m back,” she said none too happily. “But things have changed, Riley. It’s like I finally saw what I’d been too stupid to see, you know. When you started beating me up...”

“I was hitting Spike, not you, Buffy...I told you...If I had known what was going on. You didn’t seem to feel I warranted a heads up.”

Buffy stopped in her tracks and glared at her boyfriend. “That is bullshit and you know it. I did tell you. While you were pounding the crap out of me. But that’s not what pisses me off the most. You barged into my house and started beating on Spike for no reason at all! Spike’s my friend. An annoying vampire friend, yes, but he’s my friend. Would you walk into my dorm room and start beating the crap out of Willow if you thought she’d done something bad? Or Xander? What if you thought he was all hyena boy again? Would you jump in without asking and start pounding the shit out of him?”

“Of course not, Buffy...When was Xander a hyena?” he asked with a confused face. Buffy just rolled her eyes, she didn’t need to have a Scooby history lesson mid break-up.

“That is not the point Riley. The truth is, you are too blinded by your demons equals evil mantra to be trusted anymore. Or maybe it’s ‘cause you are jealous that I didn't body switch with you? Whatever your issues are, Riley, you’ve hurt me and my trust for you.”

“Oh and you trust Spike? Good choice there, Buffy,” he mocked.

“Well, if I’m wrong, it’s my choice isn’t it? It’s my life. I’m all expiry date girl and my life is too short to get saddled with guys who can’t trust my choices. It’s over Riley.”

Buffy walked on, leaving Riley sputtering behind her. His protests and condemnations falling to the side unacknowledged, a tiny smile spreading over her face. She took two steps before coming to a halt and turning back. There was just one more thing she wanted to do.

Riley’s face looked hopeful as she stepped towards him, his arms outstretched.

Buffy punched him in the nose.
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Dinner with Willow and her new friend Tara in the cafeteria had been nice. Willow had taken the news of her break up with Riley rather well and even was accepting of possible romantic relationship with Spike. It probably helped that Willow herself was being all coy about Tara. Buffy had an inkling that it wasn’t just spells they were practicing in Tara’s dorm room that night. Buffy walked into her own dorm room to find her vampire lying on her bed, his hands behind his head, his boots considerately off and sitting by the door, while he lounged comfortably.

“Have a good dinner?” he asked, sitting up.

“It was not as good as mom’s ‘cow,’” she laughed, tossing her bag at her desk and shutting the door behind her. “I told Riley we were over on the way to class this morning. He was pretty shocked. He deserved it though. No one beats up my vampire, except me,” she continued, taking a step towards the bed.

“Placing ownership on me luv?” he asked, standing, his eyes catching hers in his gaze.

“I’d like to,” she murmured.

Their lips met in a soft and tender kiss. It was something she had been wanted to do since they woke up this morning. His hands swept up her arms and slowly peeled off her sweater, his tongue begging entrance to her lush pink mouth. His duster fell by the side, her nimble fingers finding their way up his shirt, tracing each and every muscle on his stomach.

His kisses trailed down from her lips down her neck and across her upper chest, exposed by the v neck shirt she was wearing. His fingers found the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing the red lace bra she was wearing underneath. The shirt was tossed to the side, as Spike found his lips inexplicably drawn to the hardening points of her nipples, poking out of the lace covering her breasts.

“Oh Spike, we have to stop!” she weakly protested.

Spike lifted his head from her chest curious as to her reason for this interruption.

“I’m still all period girl...” she mumbled, a flush lighting up her cheeks.

With a little laugh he smiled up at her. “Vampire pet, love the taste of your pretty blood.” His lips returned to her breasts, his hands lowering the straps that kept him from enjoying the succulent mounds of flesh without restriction.

The bra was dropped to the floor. His tongue made sweeping caresses of her darkened nipples, his hands travelling lower to unzip her pants as she toed off her shoes. Free from the confines of her jeans, Spike picked her up and placed her on her bed, his gaze pure lust. Slowly, he worked his hands up her legs, settling over her mound. Equally as slow, he pulled her matching red lace underwear from her body, tossing them aside as he had the bra and her shirt.

“Buffy, Slayer, you’re gorgeous,” he purred kneeling on the bed before her naked body, preparing to worship her like she deserved. The last two days had been extraordinary, he never thought he’d ever get to see that caring side of her before. He was lost to her, heart and whatever bit of soul he still had claim to.

This fingers tracing their way towards to her core once more, he grasped at the small white thread that was holding place just where he wanted to put his tongue. With a tug, the offending object was out. He leaned over her body and tossed it away in the bedside garbage can.

The scent of her called to him. The memory of it from this morning had been tempting him all day while he moved a fridge into his crypt, while he tossed Harmony out on her ass, threatening to stake her for good measure.

His tongue made lazy circles up her thigh, crawling higher and higher towards the sweetest smelling blood in the world. One long languorous lick to her slit and he was done for. This would be where they’d find him every month, drinking like a kitten at her pussy.

Her moans began to fill the room, his name punctuating the indistinguishable sounds from time to time. He drank, and drank, thrusting his tongue into her wet channel brushing his nose against her clit, trying to get at all the delightful ambrosia that was being expelled from her body.

Her body suddenly tensed and she screamed into the dark dorm room. Sliding off the bed a moment, Spike unzipped himself and threw away his shirt, trying to keep his absence from her body to a minimum.

Buffy whimpered at his loss, her insides still fluttering after his attentions to her pussy. She had never had oral like that before. It was as if what she had to offer was the most delicious drink he had ever tasted. Buffy thought back to yesterday when she had still been in his body. It had certainly smelt like it was.

Spike was on the bed, between her spread legs. Buffy could feel his cock brush against her slit eagerly. Sure, she now knew what it felt like to be with Spike, in Spike’s body, but she wanted to know what it felt like for him to fuck her own body while she was in it.

The way she wanted to get used to and enjoy for the rest of her short life, if she had a choice in the matter.

Gradually, enjoying every sensation, Spike slid in his hard shaft into her slick depths. She closed her eyes in delight, treasuring the moment. He filled her up completely, something she hadn’t realised from the other side of the equation. Their eyes locked, knowing that they were thinking the same thing.

The urge to move overtook them, so intimately connected. Their thrusts against each other grew in intensity, Spike covering his body with hers, their lips meeting in passionate union. Buffy wrapped her ankles around Spike’s back keeping him from pulling out too far. She wanted him in her always. Her fingers woven into the curls at the back of his head, the two bodies worked as one frantically pulsating against each other, striving to achieve completion.

Their lips broke away from each other, Buffy needing air. She panted against him before a thought suddenly crept into her head. Possibly a left over from the switch, but she couldn’t ignore it. With her tongue she found Drusilla’s marks on his neck, and bit down, hard, drawing blood.

He was hers now, not Dru’s, not Harmony’s. Hers to stake, hers to fuck, hers to love. She’d spent two days walking a mile in his beat up doc martins that had changed her world.
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Challenge Requirements:
What if instead of Buffy and Faith switching bodies, Buffy and Spike got switched instead. Just imagine the possibilities!
Must haves:
1. Buffy threatening to do something to Spike's body if he does anything 'gross' to hers.
2. Buffy insisting Spike stay at the house so she can keep an eye on him.
3. Spike suffering through PMS, mood swings, and cramps while in Buffy's body.
4. Riley trying to coax "Buffy" to sleep with him, Harmony trying to get "Spike" to sleep with her.
5. Angel and the gang being the only ones able to put Buffy and Spike back where they belong.
6. And in the end, lots of hot Spuffy lovin!