A Day In Your Shoes
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"Oh, no, wait. . ." Cordelia said. "You did say something. . .um, what was
it?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully.
Willow's eyes widened. "Oh, no," she whispered. "I wished that Spike would be weak, that he could spend some time in my shoes to see what it's like." She turned to Spike and growled, eyes flashing yellow. "It's your fault, bastard! If you weren't so damn mean to me, I wouldn't have said it!"
"Do *all* of your wishes tend to come true, Willow?" Angel asked softly,
kneeling next to his best friend stuck in his childe's body.
She shook her head. "No," Willow said softly. "Not unless I'm feeling great emotional strife, or happiness. . .a couple of weeks ago, Xander made me really mad, and I accidentally turned him into a frog. That was *so* hard to fix, cause he'd hop towards me, and I'd run screaming from the house."
Spike started to laugh. "You ran? Screaming? From a *frog*?"
"Control the demon, control the demon," Willow whispered. "You can't kill him, you can't kill him. . ." She turned to him, her game face in place. "You know the only reason you are alive is because of this bloody chip."
Spike stared at his own face in full vamp mode. He reached up tentatively,running his fingers along the ridges. "I've. . .I've never seen myself likethis," he whispered. He was too intrigued to be scared. "I mean, Angelus used to draw pictures, but they aren't the same. . ."
Willow closed golden eyes, inhaling sharply. She realized she had been breathing, which was more of a habit than anything. Her jeans started to get tight as she hardened from his touch. "Spike," she said softly around fangs. "Do you always get turned on this easily?" She shifted, trying to alleviate the tightness.
Spike considered his words. He didn't want the witch to know how much she truly affected him. "I'm a walking hormone, chit. What would you expect?" He ran his fingers down angular cheekbones, and across his lips.
Willow opened her eyes, meeting her own green. "You should stop," she saidquietly. The demon within her was straining to get out, to clamp down on that delicate wrist that was *so* close to her fangs. . .
"Yes," Spike said, just as quiet. "I probably should." He jerked his finger, *accidentally* slicing the tip of it with the vampire's fangs. It didn't cause the chip to react, since it was such a quick movement, and it didn't particularly hurt. "Oh, my, it's blood," he said with a monotone voice.
Willow's hand shot up, gripping Spike's wrist as tight as she could without the chip going off. "That was *not* a good thing to do," she whispered. She closed her eyes and licked his finger, savoring the blood. "Oh, goddess," she purred, tears filling her eyes. "It's. . .oh goddess. I feel like. . .I can feel the emotions, the lust, the fear. . .I can taste the magic. . ." She pulled back, pushing Spike's hand away. "No. I can't do this. I can't. . .I can't taste my own blood."
"Why not?" Spike whispered. "It's obvious that my body wants it. . ." Hewiggled, trying to alleviate some of his own tension that had gathered in his belly at the erotic moment.
Willow chuckled, the sound coming from deep in her chest. "Spike, you don't get it. I will *hurt* you if we continue this. Your demon is *screaming* at me to claim you."
Spike shrugged. "He always does when you are around."
Willow's eyes widened at that knowledge, but pushed it away for later. "Anyway, I can't control him. If I do anything, then he will take over, andhurt you."
"So hurt me. I don't mind. I like the pain."
Willow chuckled, reaching out to run her fingers across his nipples. Her game face melted back into its smooth human planes. < This is so strange. I'm feeling my own breasts, and they aren't on me, like they are supposed to be. > "You may like the pain, but my body doesn't." She stood up, smirking at Spike's small whimper of protest. "Get over it. The feeling will go away later. You'll be a cranky bitch, but you will be fine." She shifted her jeans, groaning softly as the denim rubbed against the hard cock nestled there. "I need a cold shower."
"Or a good shag," Spike muttered.
Willow opened her mouth to say something when Wesley and Faith walked in."Hey, peeps, I'm here, ready to work. So what freaky LA thing do we have to fix today?" Faith asked.
Angel and Cordelia snickered.
Hardons were forgotten as soon as the demon registered that the Slayer was in the vicinity. Willow narrowed her eyes. "Slayer," she hissed.
Faith looked at Spike, eyebrow high on her forehead in question. "Ok, sounds like a fun game. Um. . .Vampire!"
"You. . .bitch."
Faith's face showed bewilderment. Her and Spike had become pretty good friends over the time he'd been in LA, and she didn't understand why he was being so hostile towards her. "Bastard!"
Willow felt the game face fall back into place. "I'm going to kill you," she growled, walking towards Faith.
Angel grabbed her, holding her tightly. "Willow! Get control of the demon!" he barked.
Willow turned her head to be staring into the yellow eyes of. . .her sire. The demon acknowledged the claim the older vampire had on him and stepped back, the Slayer forgotten. Her human mask slid back into place and blue eyes looked down in shame. "I'm *so* sorry. As soon as Faith walked in, the demon, he roared." She looked at Spike. "How can you be her friend, when he hates her so much?"
Spike chuckled. "He doesn't hate her, luv, that's just instinct there. But I have great control over my demon, so I can hold him back. Once he gets past the instinct part, he's fine."
Willow shook her head. "I can't. . .I can't be you anymore. I want my body back." She closed her eyes and prayed and hoped.
When she opened them, she was still staring at her body. "This sucks. I have to go and be alone. I can't be here. Not with all of you. It's too dangerous." She spun around and walked back upstairs to the apartment.
Faith was staring at everyone with wide eyes. Wesley looked a little more shell shocked, his mouth hanging open. "What just happened?" Faith asked.
"Oh, we've had a mix up," Spike quipped. "I'm Spike, and I'm stuck in Red's body. She's having a hard time dealing with the demon."
"Apparently," Wesley said softly.
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