Author: Bitten And Staked

Title: Birthday Suit - Chapter Three - Kiss and tell.

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Summary: The evening gets a little more worthwhile when Spike gets the chance to kiss the Slayer - and she wants more.

Timeline: Season 4. It's Buffy's 19th birthday and the party's at her house [while the cats away little Buffy will play] and even Spike's invited. Two bottles of whisky and some sexy party games later and Buffy has a different view on Spike.

Series: Part 3 of 7

Pairing: Buffy and Spike. Spikes POV.

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: everyone else owns Buffy and all associated with her.

Feedback: always welcome so email me - webmaster@talesoftheslayer.com

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Harris and I exchange glances. This should be an interesting start to the game, the Slayer takes a long drink from the bottle and then hands it over to Willow, who automatically wipes the neck.

"You're going to snog, why worry about the spit on the bottle?" I grin at Red as she takes a drink and grimaces.

They both look over at me and Harris, who are grinning like fools. Buffy and Red get onto their hands and knees and lean towards each other, I can see that they are both fairly comfortable with this. As their lips touch Harris holds his breath and I just stop breathing.

Harris counts down the seconds slowly and I can't take my eyes off the sight of the two girls kissing. We aren't talking lips pressed together motionlessly, they have their eyes closed and their mouths open softly as they brush against each other. I swear it's one of the most bloody erotic things I've seen and as they pull apart I can see them both blushing, embarrassed that they let themselves get into it so much.

When the Slayer looks at me I hear Harris asking, "How was it?"

"Soft" Both girls reply in unison and blush again.

When Red is composed again she spins the empty bottle in front of her. As she watches it rotating I can make out magic in those eyes. I find myself wondering if she's dreading it landing on Harris after their little indiscretion. I'm still musing this avenue of thought when a whisky bottle is pushed in my face. I grin at Red and make her blush again, my turn.

Taking a sip from the bottle - don't want to get drunk and miss all the fun now - I place it to one side and lean towards her. She seems more embarrassed about kissing me than she did about Buffy. Harris looks like steam is about to come out of his ears.

Willow leans towards me and gently places her lips to mine. She closes her eyes as I push into her, lips tangling together I can hear Harris counting the seconds down quickly and Buffy's heart beat accelerate. Damn Slayer blood screaming at me. Red tastes like whisky at first and then like magic, a tangy metallic taste that's sharper than blood. She seems to want more as her lips press into mine harder so I respond by sucking her bottom lip as we part. Times up mate.

Coming to rest back on my heels I look to Red whose mouth is covered by her trembling fingers.

"So?" I cock my head to one side as I ask her.

"That was good and oddly cold, I don't like to be the one who says it but kissing the undead - wow." Red almost matches the colour of her hair and I swear I see Buffy's eyes flash green.

"Years of perfecting it, aged like wine." I shift my eyes to Buffy and catch her staring at me.

She isn't phased but as I spin the bottle in front of me I hear her whisper "Like sangre del torro."

Blood of the bull? My own blood is chanting 'Buffy, Buffy, Buffy.' And some how the bottle lands pointing towards her.

Narrowing my eyes as they make contact with hers I can see she looks anxious and has every right to be, I'll show her what this bull's made of.

I down a decent shot of whisky to slake one desire and kneel at the ready to satisfy my other. Handing the bottle to the Slayer I notice her hand is shaking a little as she takes it and swigs it without the formality of wiping the neck. For some insane reason I'm as nervous as her.

"I'll count." Pipes in Red and I smile at her, she'll do it properly, Harris would have made ten seconds into one.

When I turn my attention back to Buffy she's already on her hands and knees waiting, I have a nice view down her top to where her breasts hang firmly. What I wouldn't give.

I come to kneel in front of her and take a deep unnecessary breath to steady myself before our lips touch. It's like a jolt of electricity runs through us both and I can taste her through the whisky, like a mixture of candy and blood. As her mouth parts against mine I can feel her tongue brush my lips and all restraint I had is gone. Our kisses turn hungry and urgent, her lips smashing hard against mine with more passion than I realised was in her.

And I feel like I'm falling, the floor has dropped out from beneath me and there's nothing between the darkness and me - there's only Buffy and infinite night.

"Ahem."

I hit the floor with a jolt as I open my eyes. Buffy pulls back from me and I see hunger in her eyes, lust tainted with fear. She sits back on her heels staring at me with parted lips, her heart is beating fast and she's panting hard.

"So?" Willow chirps with some concern, obviously our kiss was a lot longer than ten seconds - it felt like eternity to me.

"Fucking amazing." Is all I can muster and it makes the Slayer blush, I'm waiting for her to cut me down to size and say it was terrible.

"What he said." She smiles sheepishly at me and giggles, Xander gives me a look that may as well be a picture of him sticking me with a stake.

Once Buffy is composed again she spins the bottle half-heartedly like she's daydreaming. It spins twice and then lands facing me, I catch her eye and a small grin creeps across her face. She wants more and I'm happy to oblige.

The Slayer saunters towards me on all fours and I'm there waiting for her. This time she's closer to me and I can hear the blood rushing through her veins and it's intoxicating. She takes a swig from the bottle then holds it at bay when I try to reach for it. Frowning at her I see doubt flicker in those beautiful green orbs before she looks steady again. Bringing the bottle of whisky to her lips she takes another draw on it but I notice she doesn't swallow. I can almost hear her saying 'you want your shot, come and get it.' So I do.

Pressing my mouth hard against hers I feel the hot liquid flow into my mouth, has to be the sexiest way I've ever had a shot of whisky. As it heats my throat on its passage downwards I feel Buffy's hot little tongue probe my mouth and I respond by tackling it with mine. I delve my way into her mouth with my tongue, it's warm and soft as her tongue wrestles against mine. Pulling back slightly I nip at her bottom lip and suck hard on it as we kiss with mounting passion. I can feel her warm hand against mine on the floor, I'm taken aback a little as she interlocks her fingers with mine and just as I'm about to slip my hand around the back of her head I hear.

"Times up." Red grins at me as I scowl in her direction.

"I don't think we need to know how that felt." Harris has his arms folded and is staring at Buffy.

She touches her lip, there's a small blush of crimson on it where I nipped at her, it matches the colour of her cheeks.

Buffy looks flushed and hot, standing up she walks over to the living room windows and opens them. A rush of cold night air sweeps over the room and it smells like rain. When she's sitting again I spin the bottle but I know Red is up to mischief as she stares at it. It's almost landing on Buffy when it quickly spins to face me, I growl low in my throat at Red and she just giggles at me.

"I can't kiss myself so I'll let the ladies decide." I give them my best 'I don't want to eat you' smile.

Buffy and Red look at each other and then say in unison "Xander!"