Author: Bitten And Staked
Title: Birthday Suit - Chapter Five - Strip teasing.
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Summary: Taking Buffy up on her offer of playing dealer, Spike gets to work on ensuring she happens to end up in her underwear.
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 5 of 7
Pairing: Buffy and Spike. Spikes POV.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: everyone else owns Buffy and all associated with her.
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With everyone happily settled on the floor with an assortment of drinks and snacks - Buffy for me please - we begin in what I like to think is a truly bizarre Buffy way.
She hands us all a scrap of paper and a pen each.
"Write down what you're wearing so we know if the odds are stacked against someone." She stares at me and I smile as I take the paper from her.
She wants a little fairer odds and I'm not one for wearing much clothing, it's not like I need to keep warm. I start writing a list along with the rest of them.
One red shirt, one black t-shirt, one pair socks, two fine boots, one pair jeans - possible underwear shortage.
I grin wickedly as I look up at her, Buffy is staring at me with a little frown wrinkling her nose.
"Can I help you?" I try to look indifferent but she's got me intrigued as to what she's thinking.
"You're left handed." She scrunches her nose up even more.
"And?" I hold the paper out to her.
"That means you're sinister."
"Only just figured that out?" I wave the piece of paper to get her to take it.
"No, just saying." She snatches it from my supposedly sinister hand and a grin spreads across my face.
Turning her attention to our lists in her hands she reads them over and when she reaches the end of mine that pretty little mouth of hers forms an 'o'. Buffy turns her wide eyes on me and gives me a questioning look.
"No worries love, it won't even get that fair." I grin cockily at her and the others cotton on to what the problem is. "Besides, I'm comfortable with myself. S'not like I don't have a fine figure."
I raise my eyebrow at Harris who is looking a little flustered.
"We should make a start." Buffy throws the deck of cards to me and then takes a long drink from the whisky bottle that Harris found. She pulls a little face and then offers it to me. Taking a nice long draw from it I can't help but smile as it warms my throat. I'll never think of whisky in the same way again - it tastes better when it's been warmed in Buffys mouth. I make eye contact with the Slayer and her cheeks redden as though she can read my thoughts, wonder what else I could warm in there?
I happily explain the rules to the kiddies as I deal the cards, then we're off and I'm not planning on losing until everyone else has lost something of interest.
Harris is the first to lose and I'm thankful when he removes the hideous patterned shirt that I've come to associate with him, he's like a constant episode of Miami Vice. I can't believe I had to live with him in his parents basement.
I'm even more thankful when he reveals that he's wearing a t-shirt underneath, all be it a hideous sunny shade of yellow. I'm thinking that when it does come off he'll be a good rival of my pallor.
Cards dealt again and Buffy is starting to drink heavily, she looks thankful when it's Reds turn to shake some clothing. She opts for the safe approach of removing one of her shoes, revealing multicoloured stripy socks. I smile at how awkward she looks, when we kissed I felt such power in her and no one with that much power will remain innocent for long.
In the next round I lose my favourite red shirt to even the score but it isn't long before Willow has lost both shoes and socks, in my half drunken state I actually feel sorry for her so I shuffle her in a decent hand and give a nasty one to the Slayer.
She's been hitting that bottle hard and it's now only two thirds full. I know it's a bad thing to do to her but I've been kind so far, she hasn't lost one scrap of clothing.
Her brows knit into a frown as she picks up her hand and looks at me, deal with it Slayer I can't always play fair.
Buffy looks royally pissed off and has every right to be, no matter what she does her hand doesn't improve. Her face crumples for a second in recognition of the fact that she lost but it's a fleeting moment that only I pick up on before she's looking defiant again. Again I had the power in our constant battle and it felt bloody good.
Sitting there cross-legged I expect her to take off her shoe but instead she starts unbuttoning her shirt slowly.
I gasp at unnecessary air as she practically teases me with each button. The look on her face is of pure indifference but I can see it tainted with discomfort. When she slips her shirt from her shoulders it reveals a lacy dark red bra that pushes her breasts up slightly to form a modest cleavage. She has a fine hourglass shape dipping in slightly at the waist before coming back out into the full swell of her hips.
I'm clearly stunned at her decision and I can see her whole body flush under my gaze. Somehow managing to raise my eyes to her face I can see embarrassment settling there and I feel a stab in my stomach as the voice in my head tells me that I'm a bad rude man.
To make Buffy more comfortable I return the favour in the next round, dealing myself a terrible hand and giving her the best that I have.
I tease her at first by fumbling with my bootlace but then flash her a wicked grin as I turn my attention to my t-shirt. Buffys eyes grow wide as I start to pull my shirt up over my stomach and then up my chest. Harris peers down the inside of his t-shirt and swallows noisily, he is obviously not enjoying my little strip tease but Buffy and Red can't take their eyes off me.
I have to think hard for a moment if this is the first time Buffy's seen me shirtless as I drop my black t-shirt languidly to the floor.
Our eyes meet and I give her a broad smile and she returns a warm smile to me. Leaning back I splay my hands out behind me and laugh as both girls cock their heads to one side, Harris just turns a rosy shade of red.
Several rounds later and Harris has lost both his shirt and shoes, Buffys shoes have gone and Red is about to lose her top. I'm picturing little white cotton undies that are all very wholesome so I'm shocked when she peels her top off to reveal a racy black little bra.
I hear Harris gasp at the sight of it and Red turns crimson. Not so innocent after all, my mind starts to wonder what her and wolf boy were getting up to.
Playing nicely I take a hit and lose my boots one after the other, then Harris loses his socks. Buffy corks the bottle that she'd been hogging and throws it my way, catching it I can see that she's now drunk at least half of the bottle and I'm pretty surprise that she hasn't passed out yet.
She is starting to look a little bored though so I decide the it's time that someone lost their trousers and the best candidate for total humiliation has to be the whelp. Payback time.
As he picks up his cards I see him shuffle awkwardly in his seat, Buffy notices too and cracks a wide grin at me.
"Fine Captain Peroxide your revenge is going to be brief so make the most of it." Harris unbuckles his trousers unceremoniously and drops them to the floor revealing dull grey boxers.
"Is that enough." He growls in my direction and I chuckle in response, then I hear Buffy in the corner.
"No, all the way off." She's giggling like mad at the sight of Harris practically starkers and it's just too cruel.
He pulls them off over his feet and sits back down on the floor, making sure that his delicates aren't on show. Buffy snorts in laughter and then covers her mouth with embarrassment at the noise she just made. Harris is as red as Willow, who is now staring at the carpet. I can't blame her, the sight of Harris almost naked is enough to make me want to be sick - I think it's actually worse than having to kiss the bloke.
I give Buffy the next bum hand, just to see what she will do. She has the easy option of losing a sock or the naughty option of losing her jeans.
As I'm pondering this line of thought she wobbles to her feet, her ever defiant look tainted with guilty pleasure as she starts to finger at her jeans. Buffy starts popping each button one by one and keeps her eyes firmly fixed on mine. It's crystal clear to the other two that this strip tease is aimed directly at me.