Author: Bitten And Staked

Title: Birthday Suit - Chapter Six - Drunken revelations.

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Summary: Buffy gets a little green eyed when Spike pays attention to Willow, some confessions are in order if Buffy and Spike want to share another kiss.

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 6 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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She shimmies her jeans down over her creamy thighs revealing dark red French knickers that are practically see through and I swallow hard as my body responds in very wicked ways.

Struggling to control a million urges in me I watch her purposefully turn away from me, bend over and make a fuss of folding her jeans.

I'm insane, it's the only answer, she's the Slayer and can easily kill me but I can't stop my brain running a million scenarios a second through my head. I elicit a small growl at the sight of her firm arse wiggling and she shoots up into a standing position as though she's just realised what she's doing. Her body is taut and supple, she's got an amazing figure that radiates just how powerful she really is and I would give anything to be able to reach out and run a finger down her body in a soft caress.

Hurriedly sitting cross-legged on the floor Buffy is red with shame.

"Want to stop?" Why am I feeling bad about this, it was her idea and her choice to lose those specific items of clothing. Something deep inside me wants to protect her when she looks so innocent.

"No stopping." Buffy has managed to find her voice and regain a calm edge, even if it is only for show.

"You got it." I can only smile at how naughty this girl obviously is, below the innocent peppy surface lies a wickedness that could match my own.

I deal another round and Red turns deathly white when she picks up her cards. I can feel her heartbeat double in pace as her breathing quickens. The magic in her is mixed in with her blood, deep in her system even if she doesn't know it's there. It makes my head spin as I feel it racing through her veins.

She stands up and struggles to remain calm as she starts to slip her skirt down over her legs. She has fine long legs of milky white colour and is wearing little black knickers that match her bra. When the skirt has been kicked to one side she sits down quickly and tries to cover herself with her hands.

I smile at her and try to look reassuring; on the edge of my hearing I catch a tiny huff from Buffy as she stands. Swinging my head to look at Buffy I see her bending over and grabbing her clothes. Seems that a vampires eyes roam off her for a second and it's game over? Or maybe it's just because her friend was so flustered.

Harris is dressed in a flash and Red scurries off to the bathroom with her clothes. My eyes follow the Slayer everywhere she moves, she isn't in a hurry to get dressed and I'm wondering what she's thinking when she turns and looks my way. There's a struggle clearly reflected in her eyes, after all they are the windows of the soul.

As she heads up the stairs, mimicking Reds path, I stand up and slip my boots on. Harris smiles weakly at being left in my presence, I smile back and can't resist flashing my teeth at him. He makes a hurried walk for the door.

"Buffy. I better be going, I've got work in the morning. You ready Will?"

Buffy and Red come down the stairs together, Willow is now dressed and looking more like her old self but Buffy has just slipped into a bathrobe.

"Ready." Willow smiles in my direction and then at Buffy. "Great night, but can we skip strip poker next time or tell me in advance so I can wear more clothes?"

"Sure, I'll be back in the dorm tomorrow. I have to clear this mess up before mom gets home."

I watch as Buffy hugs them both and then wraps her arms about herself as she leans against the doorframe and watches them walk down the path.

I'm thinking that being alone with a house full of wooden objects and a half naked drunken Slayer isn't my idea of heaven so I grab my shirt and walk up behind her. Watching her profile I can't tell if she's drunk or melancholy.

"Slayer?" She hasn't noticed me standing here or maybe she has and decided to ignore me as usual.

"Do you like Willow?" Buffy dreamily turns her eyes to meet mine and I can see there are tears forming in them. She's definitely drunk.

"She's nice, not a scratch on you though." I don't know why I'm saying this to her, but some part of me hopes that it will cheer her up.

I'm no mind reader, I can usually sense what she's thinking by her body language or the looks she gives me but tonight everything is mixed up. I don't know why she's upset but I do know that almost an entire bottle of whisky would be enough to bring out my melancholy side too.

Buffy shuts the door and deadbolts it. A feeling in my stomach tells me that things are going to get a lot more mixed up before my brain has time to figure out what she's up to.

"Buffy?"

Ignoring me she moves to sit in the armchair where I had been sitting earlier.

"Spike." She catches my eye as I slip my t-shirt back on.

"Yes pet?"

"Am I pretty?" She pouts at me.

"Pretty drunk."

"No. Pretty?" She pushes her lip out further and I want to suck that lip back into my mouth again.

"Stunning, beautiful, amazing - I can go on?" I smile at her as she wobbles to her feet and flicks her golden locks from her face. She's like Venus in that painting, I saw it once in Florence but it wasn't as beautiful as her.

"Is this better than Willows?" She intimates herself.

"Pfft. Silly Buffy, of course." I wave my hand in dismissal of her idiotic question.

"Better than Drusilla?" I can hear a rush of emotion enter her bloodstream and it makes me stumble, foolishly pausing to consider what she wants to hear and why she is seeking validation from me.

"I'm sure Captain Cardboard thinks you're hot." I sneer at her and check her reaction to a reminder that she shouldn't be concerned with my opinion of her.

"You don't, I knew I wasn't better than her I knew it when you kissed me." Buffy wraps the bathrobe around her tighter and sits back in the chair.

I realise that I'm not the only one who got that falling feeling when we kissed.

"Buffy, kill me for saying this but you're hotter than hot, you're the very definition of it." I'm going for letting her know that she is 'irresistible'.

"But I'm no Drusilla." Her voice is quiet and weak as she looks up at me with big eyes.

"God I need help. You're divine love, you've got the most amazing figure I've ever seen. You're better than Drusilla, you ruined me to her." I feel like I'm laying more than my unlife on the line right now.

"I what?" She looks incredulous.

"Dru told me that she could sense you all over me, I was tainted by you. She left me because I tasted like you, because you were all around me and I wanted you. I didn't believe her but now I know it's true. You must be better than Dru if you can pull me away from her to you." I smile on the outside as I inwardly curse how pathetic I sound.

"Oh. I just thought you wanted to kill me again."

"Well, there was that too." I kneel in front of her like I'm about to receive penance and look up at her. Pretty little drunk Slayer and she's smiling warmly at me.

"Spike. I know you have to go soon but just one more time?" She bites her lip as she looks at me.

"One more time?" I echo her words with an air of confusion.

"Kiss me, because when we kissed I felt something and I need one more kiss to remember it by."

"Why Buffy?" I can't help but question her motive, what she wants to do is madness but I don't think I have the power in me to refuse her, something deep in me wants to kiss her wants her to be mine.

"Don't question me please. Just for tonight kiss me."

"I'd be a fool not to. But at least admit to yourself that there's something between us, that we've always done more than just dance." I arch at brow as I look up at her.

"Always." Buffys voice is a whisper and I can't stop myself from giving her what she wants.