Charades

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Summary: Spike gets Buffy to say those 3 little words.

AUTHOR: Christy
EMAIL: moneal@poboxes.com
WEBSITE: www.members.tripod.com/allaboutspike
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Buffy/Spike
SPOILERS: Season 6 so far
CATEGORY: Humor
SETTING: Sometime in the near future.
DISCLAIMER: Joss owns all, I own nothing. Except my soul. He can never have my soul, unless he asks real nicely.
DISTRIBUTION: If you want it, it’s yours, just ask me first, please.
DEDICATION: For Kelley for inspiring me to be funny.
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“Charades?! You want to play charades? I think not having a soul for all these years is finally affecting your brain. I just had the most (Buffy blushes) erotic (she whispers) experience of my life, and you want to play charades?”

“Come on Slayer, be a sport. It’s not like you have anything better to do,” Spike pleads.

“Yeah, nothing better to do than spend time playing stupid games in a crypt with a neutered vampire. You’re right, not like I need to protect the world or anything.”

“What, are you afraid? Afraid I’ll beat you?”

“Hah, afraid of you, that’ll be the day. Alright, let’s just get this over with.”

Spike jumps up and stretchs, first reaching his arms above his head, then twisting his body from side to side. He holds up one finger.

“First word”

He holds up one finger again.

“One syllable”

He points to his eye.

“I”

Spike grins and points to his nose.

He holds up two fingers.

“Second word.”

He holds up one finger.

“One syllable.”

Spike acts out cuddling, kissing, points to his heart, pretends to hold a baby…

Buffy makes many wrong guesses then finally yells out “Love”

Spike jumps up and down and points to his nose again.

Buffy rolls her eyes.

Spike holds up three fingers.

“Third word.”

He holds up one finger.

“One syllable.”

Spike uses his finger to make the shape of a U in the air.

“You?” Spike nods. “I love you? I love you, what the hell is that? A movies? A book? A song?”

Spike starts singing “I made you say it, I made you say it” over and over while doing a dance that looks like the Snoopy dance on acid.

“Made me say what? You’ve lost your mind. I didn’t say anything.” It finally dawns on Buffy what he is talking about.

“You really are bent” she says laughing.

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Christy - moneal@poboxes.com