ext_7385 ([identity profile] fer1213.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] seasonal_spuffy2006-03-27 10:08 am

FIC: Frog Lips

Woo-hoo, it's my turn! (And after today I can finally get caught up on all the great offerings here.)

Title: Frog Lips
Author: [livejournal.com profile] fer1213
Pairing: S/B, obviously ;)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What wears black leather and goes "ribbit, ribbit"?
Disclaimer: I truly wish they were mine, but, alas, they're not. Just playing with them.
A/N: Thank you so much to [livejournal.com profile] downunderdeb and [livejournal.com profile] cindermom for the very helpful and extremely quick beta. Hugs to you both, ladies.




Frog Lips


"A harbinger. Or portent, if you will. An enchanted frog," Willow said, finishing her story.

"Enchanted?" Buffy asked. "Do people even use that word anymore?"

Willow looked slightly offended. "We in the magic know do."

"So this frog..." Buffy squirmed in the hard chair. She felt like she'd been sitting in the Magic Box for hours. "Does it need to be kissed or something to de-enchant it?"

"I believe the word is 'disenchant'," Giles put in. "Willow, I haven't heard a thing about enchanted frogs coming to Sunnydale. Are you sure your sources are correct?"

"One frog, Giles," Willow said, looking up from the book she was searching through. "And it's not necessarily coming to Sunnydale. It might already be here."

Buffy sighed. "And we need to be worried about a frog why? Will it curse us with a plague of warts?"

Giles clicked his tongue at her. "Really, Buffy. Warts do not come from frogs."

"Well, unless it's sixty feet tall and spitting poison, I don't see why we need to waste any more time on this," Buffy said. She pushed her chair back from the table and stood, stretching. "I'm going in the back to work out. If, like, any real nasties show up, let me know."

Giles and Willow looked at each other as she left. "I thought it was worth mentioning," Willow said. "Enchanted frogs are pretty much never good."

Giles patted her hand and went back to organizing the shelves behind the cash register.


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Buffy was working up a good sweat, going after the punching bag, when the back door flew open and a sizzling Spike stumbled into the training room.

Buffy grabbed the bag to still it and glared at Spike. "What exactly are you doing here, Spike?" she asked coldly.

"Looking for some bloody help, obviously," Spike said, patting down his coat. When he was sure he wasn't smoldering, he looked up at her. "Got into a thing with a guy last night. Words exchanged, spells cast, things like that. Woke up to this today." He walked up to Buffy and pulled the neck of his t-shirt down, exposing the top of his chest. Dark green splotches covered the skin there. "And my hands." He held them up, spreading the fingers wide. Thin, almost translucent, webbing stretched between them.

"Ew," Buffy said. "And you're showing this to me because...?"

"Come on, Slayer," Spike said impatiently. "Get your merry band of mojo workers to fix me. Least you could do after I helped you with that Glory chippy."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said. "Let's go talk to Giles and Willow."


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Willow tried not to be quick with the, "Didn't I tell you?", but it slipped out anyway.

"You lot knew this would happen?" Spike asked in disbelief.

"Well, not to you and not like this and..." Willow thought for a second. "Actually, this is nothing like I thought it would be."

"That mean you can't fix it?" Spike's voice rose in pitch.

"You know, Will, it's not easy being green," Buffy said. The three others in the room glared at her. "What? Someone was going to say it. I just got it over with."

"Moving on," Giles said. "Since this, ah, manifestation of your so-called portent isn't what you were expecting, Willow, do we have a solution?"

"Bloody hell," Spike said. His webby hands flailed around his face. "I'm losing my sodding neck!" As the others watched, Spike's neck was thickening, causing his chin to look like it was attached to his shoulders.

"I know I've said this to you before, but now I really mean it. Gross, Spike!" Buffy said, wrinkling her nose.

Willow frantically flipped through the pages of her book. "I'm really not sure what to do. Giles? What do you think?"

Giles shifted his feet uncomfortably. "As much as it disgusts me to say this, perhaps we should first try the obvious."

"And that would be...?" Buffy asked.

Giles grimaced at her. "Kiss him, Buffy."

"What?" Spike and Buffy said simultaneously.

"Are you crazy?" Buffy backed away. "I would never... I mean, I don't... Me kiss Spike?"

"Not like it'd be the first time, love," Spike said, but his normally sly and sexy expression looked more eye-bulgy and slimy.

"Why me?" Buffy asked anxiously. "Why do I have to be all with the kissing?"

"Well, it's not like Willow or I can do it," Giles said reasonably. "Spike's not our type."

"You're kidding, right?" Buffy said.

"Not big with the kidding right now, Buffy," Willow said. "Not while Spike's neck is starting to puff up like a balloon."

"Buffy?" Spike literally croaked. "It's just a kiss."

Buffy took a deep breath. "You tell anyone that I did this...," she threatened the room at large. The others nodded quickly, though it looked more like a bow from Spike. She stepped forward, leaned in and gave Spike a quick peck on what was left of his lips. Jumping away quickly, she wiped her mouth and said, "There. Is that it?"

"Not bloody likely," Spike said, his voice breaking like crazy. "Call that a kiss, Slayer? No wonder soldier boy left."

"Really, Buffy," Giles said with a hand on Buffy's shoulder to stop her from punching Spike. "I think it needs to be a bit more convincing than that."

"I have to do it again?" Buffy whined.

"Yes," Willow and Giles said together. "With a little more feeling," Willow added.

"Do you two have to watch?" Buffy asked, her eyebrows raised. Willow and Giles looked away discretely as she again approached Spike. She looked at him, at his shock of bleach blond hair covering his transforming head. His eyes were still the same bright blue and they were watching her warily. "Spike?" Buffy half-whispered.

"It's still me, love," he forced out. "I know you hate this, but I really need your help."

"I guess I wouldn't hate it so much if you still looked like you," Buffy said, scrunching up her nose. "But here goes."

She leaned in again and touched her mouth to his. He brought his now fully-webbed hands around her back to draw her closer, causing her to kiss him more deeply. And as she did kiss him, his lips felt more and more like actual people lips. And the tongue starting to play with hers definitely felt more like a people tongue. Buffy moved even closer, grabbing Spike's t-shirt and pressing her body against his. Before she realized what was happening, she began kissing Spike again and again, breaking away only slightly to change positions every once in a while. Crazy as it was, she felt like she never wanted to stop.

"Buffy." Her name, spoken behind her, was like an annoying bug. She ignored it and reached up to put her hands into Spike's hair. He definitely had a neck again, she noticed absently. And the "mmm" of pleasure he made into her mouth didn't sound the least bit croaky. Though Buffy didn't know much about frog anatomy, she was pretty sure they didn't get hard in their jeans like Spike was. Buffy could feel exactly how hard as she and Spike tried to get impossibly closer.

"Buffy, really. You've broken the spell. You can stop kissing him now."

Spike was the first to pull back. She opened her eyes slowly to see him watching her hungrily. "That definitely did the trick, love," he murmured. "Though I wouldn't mind seeing what a full shag would do."

His words snapped Buffy back to herself. She shoved at his chest, breaking his hold on her. Stumbling back, she made sure she enthusiastically wiped her mouth off on the hem of her tank top. "Ew!" she said. But even she knew there wasn't much conviction behind the word.

"Right," Spike said, giving her a knowing look. "Ta much, all. Really didn't fancy spending the rest of eternity eating flies and such."

Buffy stepped forward again to poke her finger at his chest. "Tell anyone what we did here--"

"And you'll stake me good and proper," he finished for her. "Know the drill, Slayer." He shrugged his coat into place and saluted them. "I'll be off, then." He moved toward the training room door, but turned back when he opened it. "Thanks again for your great and mighty sacrifice, Buffy," he mocked her. "Didn't realize grabbing my ass was part of the spell-breaking, but appreciated it all the same." He winked at her and closed the door behind him.

Buffy cleared her throat and touched the back of her head. "Yeah? Well, you just shut up, Kermit," she called after him weakly. She looked at Giles and Willow. "I so did not grab his ass," she said.

Giles turned quickly to go back to his organizing and Willow studied her book.

Buffy shrugged slightly. "Inadvertently touched it, maybe."



END




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