"Willow, you are completely wigging out," Cordelia mumbled as they reached the offices of Angel Investigations.

"Chit! How many times do I have to tell you that I am not bloody Willow!"

Cordelia frowned, looking at her. "You sound so much like Spike, it's not funny."

Spike grabbed Cordelia, pushing her against the door with more force than Cordelia knew the redhead possessed. "I'm Spike, you bloody cheerleader! I 'm 'effin stuck in Red's body!"

Cordelia's eyes widened. "Oh my god," she breathed.

"Yea, tell me about it. It's pissing me off," he grumbled, walking into the office.

Cordelia pulled her sore body away from the wall. "Damn, Wills, where did you get so fucking strong?" she muttered under her breath. She followed her friend upstairs to Angel and Spike's apartment.

"Peaches!" Spike called out, wincing at the sound of Willow's voice. "Damn bloody human. I can't believe I'm stuck in her body."

A shock of blonde came streaking out of the kitchen and slammed into him. "GIVE MY BODY BACK!" she screamed.

Spike cried out as he slammed into the hardwood floor, his newly found petite body screaming in protest at the heavy weight on his body. "DAMN IT, WILLOW!" he cried.

He stared at himself in amazement as she closed blue eyes and cried out in pain, the heel of her hand going to her head. "Oh, my goddess," she whispered, tears filling her eyes. "I think I'm going to die."

Spike pushed her off of him. "That's what you get, you bloody chit. You know I have the damn chip still. You can't hurt a bloody human!"

Angel rushed to the blonde vampire curled in a ball, sobbing softly at the pain. "Willow, honey, it's ok." He stroked her back, trying to help the pain ease away.

Spike's eyes narrowed, watching Angel fuss over his body. He'd always had feelings for Willow, but never would acknowledge it, knowing that it was useless. She hated him, just like the rest of the Sunnydale crew.

His eyes widened, realizing that she was sleeping in Angel's apartment, and. . ."Bloody hell! You didn't shag her, did you?" Spike cried.

Angel's eyes widened and he looked shocked. "Of *course* not! Why would I do a thing like that? I have Cordelia!"

"But she has *my* body! I don't know how long I've been in hers, but I know that *I* didn't do anything with you last night. . .did you do anything with her, thinking it was me?"

"No," Angel said quietly. "I was too tired last night."

Cordelia crossed her arms, frowning. She knew that Angel and Spike had a relationship, and didn't mind in the least. She accepted both vampires as they were, knowing that it was a part of their lifestyle. "Well, thank god. That would probably scar Willow."

Blue eyes finally opened and looked up at Cordelia. "Cordelia!" the vampire sobbed. She got up and rushed to the former cheerleader, hugging her tightly. "Cordelia, I'm scared."

Cordelia stroked Willow's back, secretly marveling in how tight Spike's muscles were. This was the first time in the two years that Spike had been in LA that she'd been this close to him. "It's ok," she whispered. "It's going to be just fine."

Willow took a deep breath, feeling the demon want to play. She smiled against Cordelia's neck, licking it softly. She moaned softly. "Oh, my goddess, Cordelia, you taste *so* good."

Cordelia 'eeped' and pushed Willow back. "No! Get your demon under control! There will be *no* licking of my skin! Anywhere!"

Willow turned, a grin spreading on her features. She narrowed blue eyes at her own body, smiling at the way her own borrowed body was responding. < Mmm. . .does he find me attractive? I feel stirrings. . .his *body* is definitely interested. . . > "I could lick you," she growled softly, a thrill going through her body as she heard Spike's voice speak words she'd always wanted to hear.

Spike stepped back, blinking in surprise. His low voice, the look of lust on his own face, it was making him flushed. < She wants me? > he thought. "Uh. . .lick me? I don't know if that's such a good idea, Red. . ."

Willow stalked towards him, her eyes flashing yellow. "Spike," she purred, "you will be mine."

Spike blinked, his body flushed with fear again. < Damn it! I can't believe the chit is *still* scared of me! >

Willow stopped, sniffing the air. "That. . .that scent. It's so. . .sweet. What is that?" She closed her eyes, hardening at the scent of fear in the air.

"It's Spike," Angel said softly, a similar look of strained lust in his eyes. "He's scared of you, Willow. That's his fear you are smelling."

"Goddess, I smell fucking good," she purred. She stopped, shaking her head. She turned to Angel. "Angel, why am I acting like this?"

"It's the demon, Willow. He's trying to take control because he knows that you are weak. You've never had to fight one. Apparently. . .the demon likes to torment you. . .or, um, that body, anyway. . .and. . ." Angel frowned. "Damn it, this is screwed up."

"I have to get away from you people," Willow said. "I don't think I can handle being around humans." She reached over and grabbed Spike's duster, slipping it on. She turned on her heel and walked downstairs. Her three friends followed her.

"Uh, Wills," Cordelia started.

Willow ignored her, slinging open the front door. She turned her head towards Cordelia and started to step out the door. "I'll be fine, I can take care of my. . .FUCK!" she hissed as her arm caught on fire. She started frantically shaking it, finally smothering the flames with the duster. "Oh, my goddess. I can't even go out in the sun! I *hate* this!"

"Being a vampire does have its good points," Spike said softly, frowning. He hated seeing the pain that Willow was going through being stuck in his body. He shook his head. "Hell. I'm going soft. I've been in Red's body for three hours, and I'm going soft." He sighed, sitting down. He glanceddown, closing his legs. "Can't sit here like a bloke, legs spread open. Don't want to flash the whole office Red's knickers," he mumbled.

Angel's eyebrows rose. He glanced at Cordelia, who was trying to hold her own laughter in. She covered her lips with her hand, pretending to cough.

It was Willow that started laughing. "Oh, god, Spike, you are so funny in my body."

Spike looked up, green eyes dancing in humor. "Like you are any better, brooding around. Peaches broods, not me." He frowned, sitting back. He crossed his arms. "Why did you do this, anyway?"

"Do what?" Willow asked.

"This," Spike said, waving his arm around to indicate the situation. "Why did you exchange our bodies?"

"I didn't," Willow said softly, sitting down next to him. "I just waited for Cordelia, then went to bed." She shrugged.