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 knee…

"Cool! You're playing cards!" Dawn bounced over, jerking Buffy from her stupor. "Can I join?"

"NO!"