The Game

Author:Sarafina
Rating: Over pg-13 under R (Sexually suggestive content)
Spoilers: Ha--this is an Alternate Universe baby
All characters belong to Joss and ME
Songs in this story belong to Shakira (Whenever), Radiohead (Creep), Divinyls (I touch Myself), and Nine inch Nails (Closer) respectively.


Buffy woke up and gazed at the man sleeping next her, just taking in all of his features. She resisted the urge to run her hands through his hair and kiss his nose, cheeks and mouth. They were in the midst of a game she called "No Touchy" and she wasn't going to lose this time.

"Got a good gander at me yet love?" His eyes opened the tiniest bit, to take his turn at taking her in.

"Hug me?" She held out her arms and pouted. He sat up and moved forward a tiny bit before he turned his back to her and got off the bed. "Nice one pet, almost forgot the game was a foot. I have won the last two rounds, what makes you think you can win this time?" The smirk on his face was just begging to be knocked off, but she held her ground.

She got off the bed and went to the closet. "Get ready Spike, we're going out tonight. I've got a surprise for you."

"Where we goin' Pet? You find a new demons nest we can raid? A Horde of big bads asking to be put out of their misery?" He sounded so excited, she didn't have the heart to tell him no and hoped the surprise wouldn't be to inappropriate. *Well all's fair in love and war, and this is definately both.*

They got ready and hopped on the motorcycle "Where to?" She held on to the bar in the back knowing he was going to try his hardest to make her grab hold of him while he drove. "Go to the rink first I left something there."

Glad that she couldn't see his face, he tried to fight his grin. He had come in on her skating one night practicing to an old song that came out about the time they had started getting together. He had snuck out of the rink and pretended he didn't see anything. When they arrived he followed her in. She paid the owner considerable amounts of money to get the rink after hours all to herself. An Ice rink in Mexico doesn't make a big profit, so he jumped on the chance to bring in more pesos. She pulled her bag out of her locker, sat down and began putting on her skates.

Playing dumb he asked "What ya doin' Pet? Thought you forgot something. As much as I love to watch you glide across the ice, I could be doing other things."

She looked up sharply from her lacing "You will stay, William. And you will watch."

"Ok, Ok. Just thought we'd find a bit of violence to stave the old sexual tension this game has built up between us."

"You know how to stop the tension. All you have to do is touch me."

He almost did. During his talking and pacing he hadn't noticed she had slipped out of her long loose skirt revealing a short little skirt and very low cut danskin for a top. He fought his reaction hard. Conjuring pictures that would make any man renounce sex for a year. It worked..barely.

"Be a dear, Spike and cue up the music in the booth." She went to the ice and positioned herself in the middle waiting for her cue. He settled in the chair in front of the instrument panel. It gave him an excellent view of the whole rink, and she couldn't see him very well. This was going to take all of his reserves. But.she.was.not.going.to.win.! He started the music and knew he was lost if he didn't think fast. Her moves were inviting and very suggestive and Cor! where did she learn to do that dance?

Lucky you were born that far away so
We could both make fun of distance
Luck that I love a foreign land for
The lucky fact of your existance

Baby I would climb the Andes solely
To count the freckles on your body
Never could imagine there were only
Ten Million ways to love somebody

Le do le le le le, Le do le le le le
Can't you see
I'm at your feet

Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear

Thereover, hereunder
You'll never have to wonder
We can always play by ear
But that's the deal my dear

Lucky that my lips not only mumble
They spill kisses like a fountain
Lucky that my breasts are small and humble
So you don't confuse them with mountains
Lucky I have strong legs like my mother
To run for cover when I need it
And these two eyes that for no other
The day you leave will cry a river

Le do le le le le, Le do le le le le
Can't you see
I'm at your feet

Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear

Thereover, hereunder
You'll never have to wonder
We can always play by ear
But that's the deal my dear

Le do le le le le, Le do le le le le
Think out loud
Say it again

Le do le le le le
Tell me one more time
That you'll live
Lost in my eyes

Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear

Thereover, hereunder
You've got me head over heals
There's nothing left to fear
If you really feel the way I feel


The music stopped and Spike took an uneeded breath. He reach in his pocket for a cigarette and felt the tape he stashed there earlier, to play for Buffy. He knew she would like it and understand what he was trying to say. As she glided in circles around the rink to cool down he snuck down and locked the entrance gate effectively keeping her on the ice. He then went over and turned down the lights, returned to the booth and played his music.


When you were here before,
couldn't look you in the eye.
You're just like an angel,
your skin makes me cry.
You float like a feather,
in a beautiful world
I wish I was special,
you're so f*****g special.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

I don't care if it hurts,
I want to have control.
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul.
I want you to notice,
when I'm not around.
You're so f******g special,
I wish I was special.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?.
I don't belong here

She's running out the door,
she's running,
she run, run, run, run, run.

Whatever makes you happy,
whatever you want.
You're so f*****g special,
I wish I was special,

but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here,
I don't belong here.

She was livid! He knew somehow and had been ready for her. When he let her off the ice she tangled with the idea of just tearing him limb from limb. "Did you even watch me, or did you just close your eyes and wait for the mu..Oh." Her eyes had fallen to the place of his tell-tale arousal, realizing that she had effected him a great deal.

"Yeah oh." he walked over and stood less than an inch away from her careful not to touch. "But did I get to you love? Your so special and you skin does make me cry." She gazed into his blue eyes and stood rigid, making sure she didn't touch him although every nerve in her body was screaming his name. For his touch. For his embrace. "Yeah, but back away blondie before you lose." He closed the distance between their faces even more, leaving only a breath of air between them "But I'm not the one that's going to lose." he whispered, then backed up and spun heel towards the door to smoke by the bike. It was a sorely needed smoke by that point.

Another 24 hours had passsed and neither had given in. Three days..it had never gone on this long. Spike lay there wanting to pull her in his arms, to cover her body in kisses and taste evry inch of her. He jumped out of bed and went for a cold shower he hoped would help. It did, but he was in for a big shock. He entered the room am Buffy smiled a very big evil grin and hit play the remote of the stereo. Spike held on to the door jam, digging his nails in to keep himself steady. She was evil this one. Do not let her fool you. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. opened them back up and try to concentrate on the music and not was she was doing, but that wasn't working either.

I love myself
I want you to love me
When Iīm feeling down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
I donīt want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
I donīt want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Youīre the one who makes me happy honey
Youīre the sun who makes me shine
When youīre around Iīm always laughing
I want to make you mine
I close my eyes
And see you before me
Think I would die
If you were to ignore me
A fool could see
Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees
Iīd do anything for you
I donīt want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
I donīt want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
I want you
I donīt want anybody else
And when I think about you I touch myself
Ooh, oooh, oooooh, aaaaaah

He ran into the bathroom, slammed the door and turned the shower back on, he didn't come out for at least an hour.

Buffy pouted. then laughed and laughed and laughed. Maybe Dru was right, torture was fun.

Buffy lay on the bed waiting for him to come out. Teasing him had driven her over the edge and she was almost to the point of conceding. He stomped out of the bathroom, rummaged through the cd case and found the one he was looking for. Slammed it into to stereo and selected the correct track. When he turned around she saw he was vamped out his gold eyes glittering in the lamplight and unwonton lust played across his face. He jumped into bed and all thoughts of the game were lost to both of them. The song pounded on around them.

you let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
help me i broke apart my insides, help me i've got no soul to sell
help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
i want to f*** you like an animal
i want to feel you from the inside
i want to f*** you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex i can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
i want to f*** you like an animal
i want to feel you from the inside
i want to f*** you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
through every forest, above the trees
within my stomach, scraped off my knees
i drink the honey inside your hive
you are the reason i stay alive


The next night she rolled over and ran her fingers through his hair, kissed his nose, cheeks and mouth. She entwined her arms around him and smiled. "What's that all about?" He played with her hair. "I am happy, content and" she paused and moved to look into his eyes. "I won."