Author: Bitten And Staked

Title: Birthday Suit - Chapter Four - Fire on ice.

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Summary: Kissing Xander isn't Spikes ideal night out but something inside tells him it's worth it to make Buffy smile and for her wicked suggestion of strip poker.

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 4 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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I just groan and look at Harris - he looks about as happy with the arrangement as I am.

"Can't refuse the ladies." Buffy grins wickedly at me and pokes her tongue out. What I wouldn't give to teach her a few things with that divine instrument of torture.

"Fine!" I grind out from between gritted teeth then take a long drink from the bottle and hand it to the whelp.

I can't believe I'm going to go through with this, I realise that the only reason I'm not walking out of the door right now is because Buffy will get a laugh from it. Making her smile is worth ten seconds discomfort.

"No tongues!" The whelp growls at me.

"Definitely no tongues." I reply coolly.

This time Buffy does the counting and as Harris brings his lips to mine my stomach turns and I actually feel like I'm going to be sick. We just press our lips together with the minimal of motions - just enough to make the girls giggle.

Buffys counting has thankfully speeded up but she thinks it's funny to get stuck on the number nine.

"Will, I'm having a blonde moment - what follows nine?" I can see her out the corner of my eye acting coy.

"Don't know Buffy, I never was very brainy." Red giggles and goes along with the Slayers devious plan.

I feel Harris start to squirm, he's got the most irritating stubble and tastes nasty. I stand true to what I said about him before, there's no way I would've bitten this guy even when I had the opportunity.

"Nine, nine, nine…" Goes Buffy with her finger pressed to her chin and eyes raised to heaven searching for the answer.

Harris snaps.

"Forgodsaketen!"

The girls laugh at us as we both inch away from each other and wipe our mouths as we exchange black looks.

"Awww." Buffy pouts at me and I think about when I sucked on her lip. "I was enjoying that!"

"How was it?" Red echoes the whelps earlier question.

"Disgusting." Harris and I answer together.

"It's like kissing a corpse." Harris blurts out as though he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"That's because I am one you pillock, girls seemed to like it." I arch a brow at Buffy and watch her face flush.

"I think it's nice. Cold against warm, like fire and ice. All goosepimply. So much fire in such a cold body." Buffy runs her finger along her lip as she absentmindedly stares at me. I raise my eyebrow at her in response.

"More fulfilling than peaches?" I test the water and it's warm.

"What's fruit got to do with… oh you mean Angel?" Her voice becomes subdued.

I nod, keeping my eyes firmly fixed on hers. It's like we're the only two in the room and everything is silence.

"It was different, less tender and more passion." She blushes again and I try and recount how much she's had to drink.

As I give her a look that says 'I can do tender' she averts her eyes to rest on a spot on the floor.

"My go!" Harris breaks the silence, having apparently recovered from the recent 'gag-fest' as Buffy would say.

He happily spins the bottle and I'm thinking if it lands on me I really will leave this time, interestingly it lands on Willow. She looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"I'll count." I say with a look to her.

"You know how to count?" Buffy teases me but I know that she's thinking that Xander and Red kissing is a bad idea.

"Fine Slayer, you count."

Whisky exchanged and downed the two lean towards each other. All passion is clearly on the whelps side, Red has her eyes open and barely kisses him back. Harris doesn't seem to notice as he has his eyes closed and is concentrating on Willows lips.

Buffy counts quickly and she's looking at me the whole time, I blow her a kiss and wink in her direction and it causes her to blush again - she must be drunk.

"So?" I chuckle as the two pull apart.

"Good." Harris breathes and Red just blushes.

She spins the bottle then takes to fidgeting with the now emptying whisky bottle. Buffys had the most to drink and when the bottle stops on her she looks pale. Red hands her the bottle and she drains the last of the alcohol from its bottom.

Harris and I are mesmerised as the two girls start to kiss again, it's more passionate this time like they're kissing each other properly with no restraint. I don't get to see any tongue on tongue action but their lips are doing more than just brushing each other.

My counting slows as we approach ten but it doesn't seem to bother them. Buffy and Willow continue to kiss each other right until the last second and as they part they do so painfully slowly, smiling at each other.

When Buffy looks at me she has an air of triumph about her and I swear that my eyes are green.

"I think that's enough of that game." She waves the empty whisky bottle at me. "Let's play poker."

With a wobble Buffy gets to her feet and stumbles a little towards the curtains. Pulling the windows shut she draws the curtains and turns back into the room.

"Poker's a little boring pet." I raise myself to my feet and take a step towards her.

Buffy wobbles some more and gives me a dazed smile. "Not if it's strip!"

"Buffy? Strip poker, I don't feel too…" Red is flustered by her friend's suggestion.

"Wicked little Buffy." I grin at the Slayer like a wolf and she smiles back at me lazily.

"I'm only talking stripping to your underwear, no total nudity Will."

"I still don't know." Red is looking awkward.

"Live dangerously Red, your privates will remain private." I figure she's bought my line of reasoning when she nods slightly.

Buffy bounces off towards the hall and for some reason I find myself following her like a dog in heat, leaving Red gathering cushions for the floor and Harris looking for more alcohol.

I find the Slayer fumbling about in a drawer, her pert little arse is wiggling side to side with impatience as she searches for something.

"Buffy?" I lean against the wall and watch her backside.

Her head shoots up on hearing my voice and she clocks it on the side table lamp.

"Oww." Making a big fuss of rubbing her head she turns to face me. "You sneaking up on me?"

She must be drunk if I can get within ten foot of her without her noticing that her blood is screaming vampire at her. I edge closer to her and locking my eyes with hers I run my hand softly down her long golden hair.

"Strip poker is a little naughty pet." I let my hand trail down her arm and my eyes follow it.

"So?" Buffy is all defiance of me, I raise my eyes to her face and I can't read what her plan is but I have a sudden desire to burst her bubble for old times sake.

"You know I play poker." I smile into her eyes as my hand reaches hers and she pulls it away defiantly.

"Figures, since when?" She's searching my eyes for an answer and I can sense her blood as she steps closer to me.

"Just the past century."

"Oh." And Buffy is crestfallen.

"And you've played poker how many times?" I allow myself a cocky grin and tilt my head to one side, she's a fine looking girl when she's being bold - her jaw always sticks out a little and her eyes light up with fire.

"Twice. Maybe." She's lost her confident edge but tries to remain upbeat about the situation. "You can be dealer."

"On what condition?" I get the feeling that Harris would rather be the dealer and Buffy would usually oblige her friend over me.

"Play fair?" Her voice is quiet but questioning.

"You mean lose occasionally by that?" I can't help but grin at how I have the power over her, she knows full well that I could have her stripped down to her underwear in a matter of a few rounds.

But then I feel the power switch back again as she tilts her head back slightly and looks up into my eyes with her large green orbs. Her glossy red lips part softly and she gives me a coy tilt of the head and a look that says 'pretty please'. Her hand touches softly against my chest and all I can do is nod at her.

She seems happy with that response and I'm left standing in the hall wondering if our little interlude was because she didn't want me to be the only one dressed or because she wanted to get me as naked as possible. Either way I want the power back and she'll be naked before she knows it, maybe I'll lose a few scraps of clothing along the way but not before I see something that makes it worth my while.