Interlude

By Dyane Windshadow

Note: This story occurs during the episode "Who Are You?"

Prologue

Faith, in Buffy's body, bumps into Spike at the Bronze.

"You're a vampire."

Spike glares at her. "Was. And as soon as I get this chip out of my head, I'll be a vampire again. But until then, I'm just as helpless as a kitten up a tree. So why don't you sod off?”

"Okay." Faith nonchalantly starts walking away.

"Oh, fine! Throw it in my face!" Faith turns back toward him. "Spike's not a threat anymore, I'll turn my back! He can't hurt me."

"Spike? Spike." Faith smiled in recognition of the name and stepped closer to him. "William the Bloody with a chip in his head. I kind of love this town."

"You know why I really hate you, Summers?"

Faith decides she can have a little fun with her answer. " 'Cause I'm a stuck-up tight-ass with no sense of fun?"

Spike is a bit taken aback at this. "Well-- . Yeah, that covers a lot of it."

" 'Cause I could do anything I want, and instead I choose to pout and whine and feel the burden of Slayerness? I mean, I could be rich. I could be famous. I could have anything."

"Anyone."

She steps even closer, putting her hands on his chest, their faces only inches apart. Spike backs up until his back is against a support and Faith stays close.

"Even you, Spike." The Slayer's voice took on a sultry tone. "I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you pop like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more. And you know why I don't?"

Spike doesn't say anything but seems *very* interested in the answer.

"Because it's wrong."

She steps around him backing off and Spike glares at her with dangerous eyes as she just grins back at him.

Spike tries to be menacing, "I get this chip out . . . you and me are gonna have a confrontation."

"Count on it," she countered, and walked away.

In silent rage, Spike turned back around then spun and hurled his bottle against the wall where she had been standing just a moment ago. Still pissed, he turned and stalked across the club towards the door, stepping between a young couple and shoving them roughly aside. Before he can take another step the implant in his head sent pain shooting through his skull. He raised a hand to his head, and then as the pain subsided he continued on his way.

Later: Willow and Tara are taking their leave of Faith/Buffy.

"Tara's not feeling well. I'm gonna walk her home."

Faith glanced at Tara, who looked uneasy, with her arms crossed.

"Yeah. You give her whatever she needs."

"Are you gonna be in later, or are you going over to Riley's?"

Faith smiled as she considered that idea.

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Interlude

*Bleedin' bitch!* Bad enough he couldn't kill any more, now she'd insulted his manhood as well!

Spike stalked back and forth across his crypt, taking long pulls from the whiskey bottle in his hand as he fumed. *Ride me at a gallop, will she? Make me beg for more?* Thoroughly drunk now, Spike snarled at the thought. When he was done with her, it would be her that begged for more! He'd shag her till she couldn't walk!

He smashed the now-empty bottle against the wall. Then, duster swirling around him, the blond vampire went in search of a certain Slayer.

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Faith was on her way to Riley's frat house when Spike caught up with her. She was regretting having let him leave earlier. When she thought she had turned Angel back to Angelus, they hadn't really had the chance to do the down and dirty. Now the rogue Slayer had just passed up another opportunity to find out whether vamps were any good in the sack. *That wimp Buffy would never give me any details, that's for sure.*

"Slayer!"

"Well, Spike. Long time no see. What, it's been like an hour at least. Didn't get enough abuse last time?"

She was startled when Spike's answer was a growl, as he grabbed her upper arms, pulled the petite blond hard against his body, and slammed his mouth down on hers. His cool lips and tongue ravished Faith's mouth in a brutally hard kiss.

Faith's nipples hardened as she became instantly aroused. It had been a while since she'd had anyone besides weak-kneed wimps in her bed. Hell, it had been a while, period, since she'd been in a coma for 18 months. She was ready to enjoy every bit of sensation her "new" body had to offer. As her tongue dueled with Spike's, she used Buffy's small hands to grab the vampire's buttocks and grind

his erection harder against her abdomen. *Gotta grab the gusto when you can*, she thought.

Somewhat surprised at the ferocity of "Buffy’s response, but too drunk to care, Spike picked up the petite Slayer, and carried her to a nearby stand of trees, never breaking the connection between their mouths. Once he found a more private spot, he shrugged out of his leather duster, then dropped to the ground on top of it...and on top of the Slayer.

For a wonder, she didn't even attempt to fight him. "Is that it, then, ducks?" he muttered as his cool hands made their way under her tank top. "You want to be swept off your feet? Well, Spike is here to oblige you."

He pulled her shirt off as he roughly caressed her upper body, running his hands over her shoulders and arms, then rolled her nipples under his callused palms. His hands on the already hardened peaks sent jolts of sensation through her lower abdomen. The blond vampire removed his own shirt quickly, then scraped his blunt teeth down the Slayer's neck, nibbling as he went. He could smell

her hot blood just under the surface, and had to remind himself that he wasn't there to feed - not like that, anyway. Spike lowered his head to suck and bite at each of her breasts in turn. Faith shuddered at the sweet agony the vampire was causing her, as she in turn bit his neck, ear, shoulder... wherever she could reach. She ran her petite hands under his waistband, massaging his

buttocks as far down as she could reach.

As her unexpected lover continued his assault on her breasts and belly, each of them struggled to finish undressing the other. After what seemed like much too long of a time, the rest of the impeding clothes were gone.

As the blond vampire claimed her mouth once more, Faith managed to get her hands around his large, cold cock. As she stroked it, she heard Spike moan in appreciation. God, she could hardly wait to get it inside of her! As if he could hear her thoughts, Spike dropped one hand to her slit, finding that she was soaking wet and ready for him. Placing his hand over hers, he positioned

himself at her hot entry, then rammed home in a single thrust.

Her heat almost undid him, searing him to the core. As the lithe body beneath him bucked fervently in rhythm with his, Spike proceeded to unleash his full passion on her. Before long, the Slayer's moans of desire had increased to a fever pitch.

"Ride me at a bloody gallop, will you, Slayer? Well, who's riding who now, eh? Beg for it, you little bitch. Tell me that you want it! Beg me not to stop!" Not that he could stop now, even if he'd wanted to. Her heat clenching around his coolness was about to take him over the edge!

"Oh, God, yes, Spike! Fuck me like a bitch in heat. Pound your cold hard cock into me! Harder!..."

The blond Slayer's words degenerated into whimpers and moans again as she matched his savage pace. Her vaginal muscles started to convulse as she came in orgasm after rippling orgasm. Her hands frantically raked at his cool back, leaving welts in his pale skin.

Unable to hold back any longer, Spike growled in her ear as he came, grinding his hips against her pubic bone as he filled her with his dead semen. Still hard as a rock inside of her, he paused for a moment to let "Buffy" catch her breath before the next go-round.

That pause was his undoing. Faith took advantage of that moment to flip them over, putting Spike on his back. "My turn now, sweet cakes," she purred in his ear. "Second time round is always the best." Slowly, Faith raised herself almost off of the turgid shaft within her, then just as slowly lowered herself back down. She leaned over and kissed Spike feverishly again, as she repeated her slow pelvic movements, driving him crazy with need.

Without warning, the Slayer drove her fists into both sides of her blond playmate's temples, knocking him out. Faith cleaned herself off somewhat using Spike's shirt. She grinned wickedly as she made a mental note to stop somewhere on the way to Riley's and do a better job. *After all, it wouldn't do to show up at soldier boy's place looking like I'd already had some. Looks like tonight is going to be my lucky night.* After she dressed, the Slayer draped Spike's clothes across his unconscious body. Wouldn't do to expose some hapless co-ed to all his naked glory. It might cause a riot or something.

Faith snickered as she made her way across campus. *Too bad Buffy isn't ever getting her body back again. It would almost be worth it to see how she explained THIS - to Spike, to Giles, hell, to the entire Scooby gang! I wonder if I should leave the Watcher a note about it?*

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A short time later, Spike woke with a splitting headache, a throbbing hard-on, and vivid memories of the hot little body he'd been shagging. *Bloody Hell! What'd she have to go and hit me for?

Probably gave her the best ride of her life - even better than that nancyboy sire of mine - and she goes and bloody conks me!* As he got dressed, he discovered his shirt was soaking wet and unwearable. *Bloody hell! That's my favorite shirt! On the other hand, * he pondered as he headed back to his crypt bare-chested; it might make a wonderful blackmail item - for future encounters.

Now if he could just convince the Slayer that he would expose her 'adventure' to her Watcher, say...

A few days later, when Spike learned about the body switch, he groaned. There went the blackmail scheme. Buffy would never believe that he had shagged her..or Faith, rather. Too bad, he still dreamt of her hot, tight body in his arms.

But there was one conciliation, even if no one would believe him if he bragged about it. After all, who else could say that they'd made love to 2 Slayers at once? Even if it was the mind of one and the body of the other.

THE END