Setting: Older and Far Away, during Buffy and Spike's card game.
"I can't believe we're playing War," Buffy grumbled, collecting her cards.
Spike leered, curling Buffy's insides in a not-unpleasant manner. "Make it more interesting, pet?" He drew a six, and lowered his voice to whisper, "Winner has to make the other come that many times."
"Spike!" But she drew a three and looked down, avoiding Spike's knowing smirk.
The next round, he won with a ten to her two, and she shuddered with thoughts of pleasure to come. His hand inched toward her kneeā¦
"Cool! You're playing cards!" Dawn bounced over, jerking Buffy from her stupor. "Can I join?"
"NO!"
