Title: Fools for Love 1/2
Author: Saint Buffy
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Disclaimer: Joss Whedon Is God. Bow, bow, all ye before him.

Spike sat in the Summers' living room, sprawled on the sofa. He tried to recline in a sexy way, his legs spread apart, practising a seductive smile. First impressions were important, and when Buffy got back, having alienated her friends with Ethan's neat truth spell, the first impression he wanted her to get was of the sexy and available vampire waiting for her.

He rehearsed his speech in his head again. "Buffy, if your friends won't help you, you know I will…" he murmured to himself. "You've already told me the worst things you think about me, so this truth thing won't affect me…"

The door slammed open, and Buffy burst in, heading for the stairs.

"Buffy!" Spike said, leaping up. She sighed and turned.

"Spike, I really don't want to see you," she said. "I've got to-" he watched the physical difficulty she had with not finishing the sentence. "I'm busy."

"What's the matter, pet?" he asked, trying his most concerned face.

"I'm not your pet," she answered, "I'm not anyone's pet unless you- gah…" she forced herself to stop. "I have to do… rurgh…something to Giles." She turned and began to sprint up the stairs.

"Had a row, have you?" Spike called up hopefully. There was no answer.

He picked up his blanket with a smile. She wasn't there yet, but obviously the weight of the truth was already beginning to alienate her from her friends. He was sure he knew what she would have said about Giles, who by now should have reverted to the seventies… All Spike had to do was wait while Buffy went off to do whatever it is she was planning to do to her watcher. The combination of Ripper and the truth would hopefully be enough to blow the slayer and her watcher far apart, and the rest of the little Scooby gang wouldn't be far behind.

Spike ignored the smoke curling off his back and the screams of a young mother and child as he ran towards the Revello Drive manhole. The slayer would be his when there was no one else to lay a claim to her. All he had to do was wait.

Buffy heard the door to the apartment open and she cringed. She huddled further up on the bare mattress and waited to hear voices.

To her surprise, there were none. He must be alone, she thought, realising that the spell would have been pointless even if she had managed to do it right. She looked down at herself, wishing she hadn't removed all of the bedclothes before trying the spell, but it called for the complete removal of all barriers between the caster and the surface to be magicked.

She wrapped her arms around herself. The complete removal of all barriers.

He was moving around beneath, making small rustling sounds which were amplified in the quiet apartment. Buffy heard him pour a drink, then winced again as she heard a tread on the stairs. She shut her eyes.

He paused in the doorway for a moment to take it the sight of his slayer, huddled up on his empty bed, completely naked.

"Hello, Buffy," he said quietly. Buffy opened her eyes hopefully, wondering if Giles was back. An answering grin made her heart sink.

"I'm trapped," she said.

He stepped into the room, looking round at the strewn herbs and the pile of clothes on the floor. Then he collapsed, laughing, doubling over in merriment. "It's not funny," Buffy snapped. "I went to do this spell to keep you from having any women in your bed while you're like this but it went wrong and now I can't get out." She demonstrated, banging her hand against the light blue force field that appeared whenever she tried to get off the bed.

"Naked?" he asked, gasping for air, propping himself up against his dresser.

"I had to be. For the spell," Buffy answered in a small voice. The little amount of control that she had managed over her truth spell had vanished in Ripper's presence. He straightened, sobering with an obvious effort.

"You could lend me a shirt or throw me in a blanket," Buffy snapped, regaining some control over her words. Ripper shook his head slowly, eyes running over her folded body. Buffy felt her whole body flush as his eyes roved over her.

"I like it like this," Ripper said. He stepped forward and knelt on the end of the bed.

"Please, give something to me," Buffy begged, then reddened as he raised an eyebrow suggestively.

"All right then," he said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, settling on the bed in front of her. Buffy couldn't help raking her eyes over his chest as he exposed it.

"I didn't mean it like that. At least, I-" she groaned with the effort of shutting herself up. "I don't think I did."

"Neither did I," Ripper said softly, sliding the shirt over his shoulders. "Not quite like that." He handed it to her, and Buffy pulled it on thankfully. "Leave the buttons," he said, moving closer. Buffy hesitated.

"Ripper, I don't…" she began, then her eyes widened as she realised that she didn't have to tell the truth. He slowly leant over her, kissing her shoulder.

"So you can lie again, then," he said, and Buffy closed her eyes.

"No," she said stubbornly, the spell completely faded from her mind.

Ripper ran one finger over the collar of the shirt she wore, and Buffy wondered if the fact that his shirt covered her, felt as erotic for him as it did to her.

"Liar," he murmured, his hand sliding under the thin fabric of the shirt. Buffy bit back a groan as his fingers brushed over her breasts.

"Please…" she said, not sure what she was asking. He leant down in response and brushed his lips against hers.

The kiss was gentle for a moment, surprisingly so, his mouth capturing hers faintly. Buffy finally let go of a breath she had been holding, and the next moment the kiss changed and they were grabbing hold of each other savagely, tongues battling, groaning as his body sunk against hers.

Buffy let her hands rake over his back and down to his hips, pulling him closer, feeling his covered hardness against her open groin, his rough chest hair against her breasts. He freed one of his arms roughly and pushed her rising hips down, slipping his hand between her legs as his tongue thrust into her mouth. Buffy tore her mouth away from his to shout out as Ripper pushed two fingers into her.

She thrust herself against him, hips rising off the bed as his fingers curled up, exploring her vagina, reaching into her walls, his thumb rubbing over her centre. Buffy looked down at the erotic sight of his hand buried between her legs and cried out again as he thrust a third finger inside her, pushing deeper, so hard it was almost painful.

Ripper lowered his head and began to kiss her chest, licking and biting, taking her breasts in his hot mouth. Buffy pulled him closer, on the edge of an orgasm, bucking frantically against him, abandoning herself to the pleasure he created. He bore her hips deeper into the bed with his other hand and she came, screaming out incomprehensibly, moving hard against his strong hands.

"Oh, God," she said eventually, her breath coming in gasps. Ripper ran a hand over her breasts, stroking her soothingly. "My God."

"You can just call me Ripper, love," he murmured, and Buffy glared up at him. He kissed her as her breathing returned to normal, and Buffy's hands strayed down to undo his pants. He pulled back, looking down at her thoughtfully.

"I'm not sure how I want you," he said, watching her flush under his hot gaze. "Maybe I should pull you on top and watch you ride me…" he bent down to kiss a path across her stomach, and Buffy pulled his head deeper against her, as turned on by his words as she was by his actions. "Or maybe-" his mouth started to reach lower- "I should just- "

Suddenly Ripper gasped, stiffened, and sat up, turning away from Buffy. She sat up, pulling his shirt closed around her.

"Ripper?" she asked, as he buried his face in one hand. She frowned. "Giles?"

He hunched further away from her, back tense, apparently trying to grasp what had happened. Buffy watched him, dread spreading through her stomach, the whole scene feeling far too familiar. She reached out a tentative hand and touched his bare shoulder, still heated from their passion. He turned towards her.

"Please, Buffy, I am so- I'm so sorry," he appealed, searching her eyes desperately. Buffy's heart lurched as she saw the mixture of shame and unbearable worry in his eyes. She pulled the shirt tighter around herself, her own eyes shining with unshed tears.

"You don't want me?" she said, softly. She started to get out of the bed before she remembered that she was still trapped by her abortive spell. He was staring at her.

"You still do?" he asked, voice incredulous.

Buffy turned back to him, heart taking another swoop, only this time it was filled with hope. She looked back at him, sitting half naked on his bare bed, hair on end, pants open, face flushed. His eyes were on hers, mirroring the hope she felt, and Buffy threw herself at him, arms around his neck, burying her face against his. His arms went around her, holding her close, until they were moving back enough to kiss.

"Giles…" Buffy murmured as he settled beside her, still breathing heavily.

"Mm?"

"When you were Ripper, you said you could be the best fuck I've ever had," she said playfully, running one hand over his chest. He shut his eyes, looking embarrassed.

"I remember," he said. Buffy grinned mischievously.

"You were right," she finished. Giles's eyes opened, and he turned on his side towards her, smiling. They kissed, and Buffy shivered, feeling his hands slide over her body again.

"We should get this spell lifted," he said, gesturing to the bed around them. "Although I have to say, I could think of worse things than having my slayer trapped in my bed for all eternity…"

Buffy swatted him lightly. "Only if you were trapped here too," she replied. Giles smiled, then looked more seriously at her.

"You know, the spell would have been fairly pointless," he said. Buffy frowned.

"Why?"

"Firstly, If Ripper- if I had brought someone back here, I doubt that we would have made it as far as the bed before I-" he gave her a meaningful look, and Buffy blushed.

"Oh," she said in a small voice.

"Secondly…" Giles sighed. "Even affected by that spell, I still only wanted you."

Buffy smiled at him, touched, and stroked the side of his face tenderly. He pulled her closer into his arms, and began to kiss her again, slowly arousing her once more.

"I wonder who did those spells," Buffy said eventually, breathing hard, moving to straddle her watcher. Giles groaned as she pushed herself down on him.

"I don't care," he said, and began to thrust.

Spike paused outside the watcher's door, listening. To the casual observer, the apartment seemed quiet, but his vampire hearing brought him snatches of things others could miss. The spells would have worn off by now, though, he reminded himself, listening to unidentifiable thumps from within. Still, the chaos Spike and his new ally had caused should have some lasting effects.

The noises inside were building. Spike cocked his head as he heard voices, raised, shouting something. He grinned. It seemed like the slayer-watcher conflict was ongoing. A second later, Buffy's voice shouting "Giles!" confirmed it for him. Things would never be the same.

The vampire moved away as more thumps and bangs echoed from inside the apartment. It sounded like things were getting physical, he judged with a smile, deciding to head to Buffy's house and wait for her to get back. It wouldn't be long now, before Buffy was his.

The sounds within the house faded as the vampire walked away, and soon, everything was still.

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