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Title: Black Satin and Plaid Flannel
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Love some, thanks.
Rating: Up to NC-17
Summary: Buffy has a slumber party
for her friends and her vampire lover.


AN: Jenny....hope you don't mind if I
borrow your son's line about caring. I just
had to use it.



Part Three: Truth Or Dare


The pizza was finished and the the dishes were
neatly stacked in the sink, so Buffy escorted
her guests into the living room.

"Okay," she announced. "It's time for Truth or
Dare."

"I don't like the sound of THAT already," Spike said. "Is
this the game Anya was on about?"

His girlfriend gave him a mischievous smile, the one
that always made him want to sling her over his
shoulder and deposit her on the nearest bed.

"Yep," she replied smartly. "Who wants to go
first?"

"You should go first," Willow said. "It's your party."

"I was hoping you'd say that." The slayer plopped
down on the sofa next to Spike. "Truth or dare, baby?"
she asked.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered. "I'm screwed either way."

"You wish," Xander said with a smirk.

Spike ignored the comment. "I think I'll start out with
truth."

"Hmmm...okay. How old are you?" Buffy asked.

"How...that's IT?" he asked, surprised. "THAT'S the
embarrassing question?"

She shook her head. "We'll work up to the embarrassing
ones," she said. "So...how old are you?"

Spike sat back on the sofa and propped his bare
feet on the coffee table. "Let me think....if you go by
when I was born until when I died..."

"Don't say it like that," Buffy put in, frowning.

"Sorry, sweetheart...when I was turned, I was 29. That
was in 1880, so that makes me 151 years old."

Buffy moved a little closer, and he slipped his arm
around her. "Your turn," she informed him.

"My turn, my turn," he said, contemplating his
choices, then zeroing in on his slayer. "Truth or
dare, cutie?"

Buffy thought it over for a moment. "Truth...no, wait..
dare. Dare is better. Just...don't get crazy," she said
nervously.

"Me? Wouldn't dream of it." He hesitated for a moment,
then said, "You have to do it, right? You can't wiggle out
of it if you decide you don't like what you hear?"

She nodded. "Yeah, that's the idea. But I'm not gonna
maim myself, so don't even THINK of bringing up that
tattoo business again. He tried to talk me into getting
his name tattooed on my....skin," she explained to the
rest of them. And, no," she added, glaring at Xander. "I'm
not telling you where."

"Did I say anything?" he replied, holding up his hands.

"It's not a tattoo, babe," Spike interjected, wanting to
get back on track. "No maiming involved, cross my heart."

"Okay, then," Buffy said, shifting around nervously. "What's
your dare?"

Before he answered, Spike picked up his coat and
fished out his cell phone, handing it to her with a highly
pleased smile on his face. "I dare you...to call Angel."

Buffy, who had been mentally preparing herself for
something much worse, looked surprised. "Sure," she
said casually, taking the phone and punching in the
correct numbers. "Not much of a dare, though."

"I'm not finished," he said, grinning broadly. "You have
to tell him everything I do."

"I...what? What do you...oh, hi...I'm fine...Just checking
in...How about you guys?....Really?...."

Spike placed his hand on her thigh, and Buffy knew
exactly where this dare was going.

"Not much....Spike's here....uh-huh....he's...he's
touching my leg...my LEG....No reason...."

Leaning closer, Spike nuzzled the side of her neck
and licked her earlobe.

"Ahhh...um, yes...actually, he's being VERY good...At
the moment?....Licking my ear....Nothing....I swear,
I'm totally sober...."

Xander had his hand over his mouth, trying to hold
back his laughter. Nothing pleased him more than
seeing Angel's chain get yanked.

Chuckling softly, Spike pushed Buffy's hair away from
the side of her neck, then gently bit down.

"Yeeks!...He, um....sort of bit me...NO!...Uh...he's
s-sucking my....ear-earlobe..."

She smacked his hand when he tried to slip
it up under her pajama top, having no intention of
allowing him to feel her up in a roomful of people.

In retaliation, he grabbed her left foot and began
nibbling on her toes. Buffy, whose feet were hope-
lessly ticklish, collapsed in a giggling heap.

"I'm...Stop that!...Oh!...Hey, you...Please....I can't
talk...I can't..." She worked her foot loose of his
grip and retrieved the dropped phone. "Angel? Are you
still....he hung up," she reported, handing the
phone back to Spike.

"What a shame," he murmured, placing the phone on
the coffee table.

It took a minute for everyone else in the room to
regain control of their mirth.

"That was mean," Buffy scolded, half-heartedly.

Unrepentant, Spike shrugged. "Well, I COULD care
less but then I'd have to try."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was Anya's turn.

"Willow....truth or dare?"

Clearing her throat, Willow drew her knees up under
her over sized nightshirt and scrunched up her nose.
"Oh...truth....I guess."

Without a twinge of hesitation, Anya asked, "Do you
ever think about having sex with Xander?"

The male in question choked on the beer he was
sipping.

Willow's face turned bright red. "You mean...before?"

Anya shrugged. "Before...now...ever?"

"Look, Ahn....I don't think that's a..." Xander began.

"Oh, no you don't," Spike cut in, looking riotously
amused. "You can't change horses in mid-stream. She
has to answer the question and YOU have to keep your
constantly babbling mouth shut." Tightening his arms
around Buffy, he settled deeper into the sofa with a
wicked smile. "Come on, Red. Fess up time. You ever
get the urge to knock boots with chubby here?"

"Hey!" Xander protested. "I joined a gym!"

"Yeah?" Spike asked. "Trying going once in a while."

Xander looked at Anya. "You told him?" he hissed.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "I told him nothing,"
she said, then gave Spike a dirty look. "See if I tell
you a secret ever again, mister."

"Can we get back on track?" Buffy spoke up.

"Yeah...come on, Red....tell the truth," Spike grinned.

Willow gave Tara an anguished look. "Is it too late
to change to a dare?"

Tara just nodded solemnly.

"All right then." Looking around the room, Willow
visibly gathered her nerve, took a deep breath, and
said, "No. Who's next?"


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Xander!" Buffy said pertly. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," he replied. "No, wait...dare."

"Are you sure?"

"Believe me, I'm sure. I'd rather swim through
crocodile infested swamp land than tell the truth
about almost anything." He gave her a worried
look. "There's no....crocodile infested swamp land
around here...is there?"

"Not that I'm aware of," Buffy said. "Okay, then...dare.
Take off all your clothes and run around the outside
of the house all the way, then back in the front door."

Xander turned red to his hairline. "You've gotta be...no,
I can see you're not kidding."

"I'm not," she assured him, smiling brightly. "Come
on now...take it off. Take it ALL off."

Rising slowly to his feet, Xander trudged to the
front door like someone on their way to the gallows.

He tugged off his t-shirt and 'clown' pants willingly
enough, but balked when it came down to the removal
of his boxers.

"Let's compromise," he said, opening the door. "I'll
strip down to the shorts, but that's it."

Before Buffy could protest, he'd stepped outside onto
the front porch.

Willow leaned over and whispered something in Tara's
ear. Tara, in turn, muttered something beneath her breath.

The front door swung shut, and the dead bolt turned.

"Hey!" Xander yelped from the other side of the door. "Give
'em back!"

Stretched out on the sofa, with his head laying in Buffy's
lap, Spike dissolved in helpless laughter.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I dare you to drink it down all at once."

Spike filled a shot glass and handed it to Buffy.

Grimacing, she accepted the drink. "What is it
again?" she asked.

"Tequila. No worm."

"WORM?" She looked at him in horror. "Tequila
has worms?"

"Some do. Not this kind," he said consolingly. "Now
chug it down, love."

Buffy peered dubiously into the glass. "I'd like to know
which one of you brought THIS into the house."

Spike chuckled. "I found it in the back of the pantry."

"You WOULD," she muttered. Raising the glass to
her lips, she closed her eyes and pinched her nose
shut, counting silently to three.

"Watch this," Spike said to the others.

Buffy tossed back the shot, then reacted predictably. She
made a face, shuddering from head to toe. "Bleeahhg."

"Isn't she cute when she does that?" He grabbed the
glass before she could pitch it at him, patting her on
the back as she coughed.

"Yeah," Xander observed. "It's real cute, the way she's
about to throw up."

"I...I am...not!" Buffy choked out. "Think I've...never had
a drink before?" She burped ominously.

"Oh, THAT was attractive," Anya observed.

"S'cuse me."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Where's the strangest place you've had sex?"

Buffy thought it over.

"Strange for me, or strange for normal people?"

"For you," Willow replied.

There was a pause while Buffy considered her
answer. "I guess...in the janitor's closet at the
Cineplex."

Spike frowned slightly. "I don't remember that."

"You weren't there."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Go upstairs and bring me the stuffed animal on
Dawn's bed."

"Piece of cake," Anya scoffed, heading for the
stairs.

A few seconds later there was a horrified gasp,
then Anya came back carrying a stuffed rabbit by
the tip of one ear, handling the toy as if it was
ticking a countdown.

"You know, you have a very cruel streak inside of
you," she informed Buffy. "It's not pleasant."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"Forget it!"

"You have to!"

"No."

"You accepted the dare."

"I'm not doing it."

"Then you're breaking the rules."

"I don't care."

"Well, that's not fair."

"Sue me."

"Oh, come on..."

"I said no!"

"But you're cheating!"

"Go away and leave me alone."

"Come back here....coward."

"I heard that!"


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TBC.....

Next...Part Four: Making Out

(Some feedback would be really
nice....I had a bad day)





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