Fic: Wild Cards 1/2
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crys_lochGame Series, story 7
BtVS / Buffy/Willow (overall) Buffy/Spike & Willow
NC- 17
Summery: The game's circle widens as reactions begin to overcome control.
The disclaimers:
Don’t Sue Me- I did not create nor do I own the characters or their premise. Joss Whedon did and does. Then he sold them. And they leased them. And… it’s like some Hollywood Master/servant thing I don’t need to understand. This is just Fan Fiction. All the fun and none of the profit. As for any original characters, please don’t use without my permission. And distribution: not without my explicit consent. Feel free to ask though. I don’t bite.
Timeline/Pairings- I started this in season five, but really, ignore that. College- yes. Glory and everything after- not so much. As for the pairing… well, the short answer is Buffy/Willow. These stories show how their game plays out. For this story- Buffy/Spike- Willow (voyeur), Buffy/Willow (the game).
Warnings (The Good Stuff)- This story is meant for Adults. Hell, the whole series is meant for Adults. The story contains an erotic scene, well actually a sex scene, of the M/F variety. I know, bad femslasher, bad. As well as the usual kink: voyeur/exhibitionism. Plus the mention of a new one!: fetish. Feel free to run, run away. If you are underage, and reading this? You might want to start practicing the self control now. If this is illegal to read where you are, well…be safe. I am not responsible for your actions. I’m in enough trouble just being responsible for my own.
Summery- The Game Series: story 7. The game’s circle widens as reactions begin to overcome control.
One Last Thing- The show’s plots were ignored but the show’s characters kept influencing the stories. My version of resolving the Buffy/Spike sexual tension. Oh, and I kept Giles so I could play with him. So I could begin to resolve Giles/adult Buffy and Giles/adult Scoobies. All in my own twisted way of course.
Wild Cards
By Crys Loch
© 2002
The next day, the gang was gathered, minus Dawn and Spike, at the Magic Box. It was the weekly fill each other in and report the unusual party. An empty greasy pizza box lay in the middle of the table. The evening was winding down and the patrol would soon start. Buffy was sitting on the table absently swinging her legs and playfully kicking Willow when she thought no-one was looking. Tara was sitting on the other side of Willow trying not to laugh. Giles went un-noticed unless speaking or being spoken to, standing back by a bookshelf. Xander, who had run interference or reinterpretor for Anya’s comments all evening was now standing beside her in case a more physical protection was needed. And Anya was next to the cash register, having just given the report on the money. There was a new bad in town but they didn’t know much more than that yet. Only that the demons are whispering of the boogieman, the eyes that stare out of the shadows and the liar that walks in the light. So they agreed to stay alert and try to find more information. But this was normal in Sunnydale, and they couldn’t work up to fear just yet.
The party was now winding down. Xander and Anya disappeared and no-one really noticed to where. Tara, Willow and Buffy discussed plans for the night, Buffy suggesting with an evil grin that Willow patrol with her if Tara didn’t mind.
Willow thought for just a moment before replying. “Sounds like, do I dare say fun?” She grinned.
“Fine with me. I’m sure I can find someone to amuse myself with.” When both Willow and Buffy turned to her with eyebrows raised, Tara smirked. “Kidding.”
Buffy gave Tara a big grin and a small laugh. “Then it’s a date. I’ll grab the weapons.” And jumping from the table top she almost skipped to the back room.
“You know,” Willow pondered aloud, “in any other town it would be wine. I left my bag of emergency spell bits in the office. I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll slip out now then.” Tara stood and readied to go. Giving Willow a hug, “Be safe.”
“I will,” Willow reassured, “I’ll try to just watch.”
Laughing, “Okay then, I’m off. Call me later, ok?” And with an easy and briefly deep kiss, Tara left and Willow went to the office to retrieve her bag.
Willow heard the sounds before she reached the almost closed door and paused. Her mind chanted over and over to make a noise and knock loudly, but her body quietly crept to the door and peeked inside. Xander and Anya were kissing, their bodies close and suggesting at something more intimate. Willow flushed as she watched Xander’s hand run slowly down Anya’s back, down to her lower thigh, then back up just to the inside to finally pull Anya against him. Anya moaned softly and pulled away from the kiss slightly. Xander laid kisses down her neck and across her collarbone before dipping to the flesh in her open cleavage. She arched, giving him fuller access, her hand running through his hair, holding him to her. They were grinding against each other until Anya drew in a breath and pulled Xander away from her.
“We should stop. Go home. Before someone hears us.” Anya cautioned.
That snapped Willow back from the door. Her mind berated her over and over with the word ‘consent’ and she chided herself further. ‘They thought the door was fully closed. They assumed they had privacy.’ She was trying to play by strict rules on this new road she was on. She had been down some dark paths recently with magic, but that was all for the greater good she believed. She knew this was only for pleasure and a dark path off this road scared her. But suddenly it was so hard when she was so tempted again. She pulled herself together though and knocked on the door, then waited for an answer.
At the response to ‘come in’, she tried not to grin at their obvious guilty looks and only mentioned that she thought she heard voices and that she needed her bag.
Willow returned to the main room, followed by Xander and Anya who quickly said their good-byes and left. Buffy noticed a guilty look on Willow’s face and raised an eyebrow in question, but Willow only diverted her glance. Now more curious, Buffy walked up to Willow and put her arms over Willow’s shoulders in a just more than friend’s gesture. But before she could ask anything, Giles cleared his throat, suddenly reminding the two women of his presence.
They each took a step back. “Well, I guess we should start patrolling then.” Buffy said in an attempt for the quick escape.
“Yep, time to get out there and slay.” Willow echoed.
But Giles interrupted their departure. “May I ask you both a question?”
“Well you just did.” Buffy avoided.
Willow decided to be more brave. “Only if you’re willing to hear the answer.” Buffy looked to her and shrugged her shoulders, settling in for the discussion ahead.
Leaning against a nearby display case, Buffy smiled to Giles and asked, “Okay, what’s the next question?”
“Yes, well, despite Willow’s valid point I’ll continue on.” Giles paused to find the right way to put his question, running his fingers over his forehead in thought. He finally decided on a casual direct approach. “Do I need to warn you both of the hazards of love triangles?”
Willow laughed a little at the sudden question. Buffy smiled, responding. “Wow. I get the sex talk now? And it starts with that? I’m impressed. The answer is, ‘No, not really’, but please continue anyway.”
“Buffy, I only bring it up because it will affect the whole group, if what I think is starting is allowed to continue. I know you keep reminding me you are adults now. But it is also true you’ve asked me to give experience, not advice.” Giles was not comfortable yet in his new role within the group. He had been like the father, but then that backfired as they grew older. They either became dependent on him or rebelled against him, or rather his role. So, they had agreed to try to change his role.
“Giles,” Willow entered the conversation, “I agree and I’m glad you said something. The good news is we are not in a love triangle. Well, not really, and I keep having to add not really to the end of things and it’s getting a little odd. The bad news is, as you can tell from the not really, there is something going on, and it’s a little more complicated than triangles.” Willow grinned. She couldn’t help herself. She loved being the girl no-one expected her to be.
“Dare I ask?” Giles was puzzled. A few moments ago it just looked like the very beginnings of a normal situation.
“As a like a father or as a friend? Cause talking about this with seeing you like a father will just give me the wiggies. Besides, that’s not what I see right now.” Buffy admitted.
Giles gave what he hoped to be a tolerant appearing smile. “Yes, well, seeing you as a daughter is certainly the safest for me though.”
“Why?” A predatory grin had begun to form on Buffy. “Just exactly how else do you see me?” In growing up and in trying to shed Giles from his previous role, Buffy had found a mild attraction for the older man, though mainly for his mysterious past. And as she now stood there, under his gaze, her posture grew more provocative and teasing, daring him to really look at her.
“Wait.” Willow interjected. She could feel Buffy beginning to react to this. “And I can’t believe I just said wait. But there it is and it’s said now. Maybe we should tell Giles about the game and why, before you give him your version of twenty questions.”
“Yes, thank you Willow.” Giles was a little stunned at Buffy’s sudden and not so subtle change.
Buffy stepped her energy down a level and looked over to Willow. “I’m becoming a danger to myself and others, aren’t I Wills?” She was starting to really worry about her react first, let her mind catch up later instinct. It was great for slaying but was going to cause some real trouble in the other parts of her life soon.
Willow gave her a big grin. “Nah, you’re alright. You just need to learn more control.”
“But I’m learning I kinda like giving up the control...” Buffy stopped herself. “See, me and trouble are about to be intimate really soon.”
Willow, who flushed at Buffy’s suggestive flirt, gratefully started laughing with her last comment. “Oh boy, how about I tell Giles and you practice behaving.”
“Yes, M...” Buffy started then stopped with a grin. “Nevermind.”
Willow gave her a predatory grin of her own, which did make Buffy pause, then turned to face Giles, poker face she hoped firmly in place. “But Giles, Buffy had a point near the beginning, no father lecture. If we tell you ours it’s only fair that you tell us yours. And right now I’m even hoping for the voice of experience.”
So halting and awkwardly, Willow gave Giles the basics of the game between herself and Buffy. She just quickly sped over the major points, Buffy’s exhibitionism, her voyeurism, that Tara knows and the safeword. She filed the fact that she didn’t have to explain what a safeword was away in her mind for a later question. Buffy noticed Willow did not mention the SM factor and was grateful that it wasn’t brought up. Nor did she mention Spike's awareness and brief involvement. As it was Giles was slowly shaking his head as if to clear his ears of the whole conversation. And when Willow ended, he just stood there blinking.
“Giles, say something?” Willow was getting nervous in the silence.
“Yes, well, in truth I’m not sure what to say.” Giles moved to the table and sat down in an effort to lessen an appearance of authority. They were right. This was not a time to be a father. “It is interesting.” He offered with a smile.
Both Buffy and Willow released a breath they were unaware of holding and relaxed. “So, any experience to offer Watcher man?” Buffy broke the following silence.
Giles chuckled at the possible reference. “Sorry, but aside from the given title, I have no experience from either side of your shared particular coin. I can not say I even saw the signs of this, until an obvious display of something tonight that is.”
“Well, Tara mentioned she kind of noticed these traits, but only when we were out bronzing. That would be a no Giles time. But now, since we admitted it, it seems to be leaking out everywhere. I’m not sure that’s of the good. But they say you should know yourself, so how can it be bad?” Willow was still thinking of her earlier temptation and transgression.
“It’s not a question of bad or good, but rather of control and consent.” Giles hoped to reassure. “I must admit I find it remarkable that you could know this of yourselves at this age. But given the circumstances and the rate at which you had to grow up as it were, I can see where this might happen. The fact that you’ve turned it into a game as you call it, that could prove dangerous.”
“Why dangerous?” Buffy asked. It felt confusing at times when her mind would catch up, but not dangerous yet.
“Well, Buffy, dangerous might prove too strong a word. But in learning this in yourself you broke the subconscious control, essentially handing over the reigns to the conscious mind. Which from your display tonight I’ll hazard a guess hasn’t learned to control it yet. Quite normal and given time will not be a problem. But by playing back and forth off each other, you are constantly fueling the fire as it were. Making it harder to gain that control. I only worry you’ll do something you’ll later regret.”
“Okay, I get that. Or getting there rapidly.” Buffy conceded.
“It sounds like you know this, so share please. Cause I’m kinda feeling naked here and I’m not the one who likes that, remember.”
“Willow!” Buffy protested.
“Sorry.” But the grin on Willow’s face said otherwise.
Giles laughed and it helped ease the tension from the room. “Well, as I’ve said, I don’t share your particular interests. But I do know something of sexual situations that stray from the norm. But I must remind you this conversation does not reach ears outside of this room.”
“Oh that goes double for us.” Willow reassured. “The others don’t know of this and it’s not our intention that they find out. Though we don’t seem to be hiding anything well at all.”
“And I can only pray the gods forbid we should find ourselves miming it one day.” Giles shuddered at the sudden thought.
Buffy laughed. “Oh, you just had to bring that image to my mind.”
“Sorry. As I was saying I find myself with a sexual deviance of my own, though it took me many more years then you two to admit it. And until I could control my reaction it was a bit overwhelming.”
“Well, what is it? Do share, it’s only fair.” Willow was almost excited.
“There she goes, voyeur girl wanting the details.” Buffy was almost laughing.
“Oh stop it.” Willow gave Buffy a slap on the arm to which Buffy gave a glare and a grin.
Giles cleared his throat. “Do I need to separate you two?”
“Doesn’t work.” Buffy informed. “We’ve tried and it just creates a weird energy that anyone passing between us can vaguely feel.”
“I shouldn’t wonder. But much to my dismay I think Willow may be correct. It would be easier to illustrate my point if I just admit certain details.”
“Oh goodie, illustrations.” Willow tried to stop the words, but too late. Buffy laughed when she blushed. “If you have help for us, you better get to it quick it seems.” Willow added.
“Indeed. Well, I’m not sure how much you know of these things, but mine is a fetish.” Giles waited for either a question or a sign of understanding.
Buffy waited, thought about it, then finally asked, “Okay, what’s a fetish really. Cause I can’t come up with anything.”
“Well, as I’m sure Willow will research the topic later for greater detail,” He gave Willow a knowing smile, “I’ll keep it simple here. I find sexual stimulation in an object, a piece of clothing to be specific.”
“Though not specific enough. And I’m not the one for details, but huh?” Buffy tried again for understanding. Willow had learned enough in researching in general to just smile in her surprise.
Giles sighed. He realized this was going to be more awkward than he could have imagined, not that he ever imagined talking about this with them. “I get turned on by gloves, to put it in your terms.”
“Really?!” Buffy still didn’t completely understand but was intrigued.
“I’ve read about this a little, but... wow.” Was all Willow could offer still.
“Yes, and as I’ve said I’m sure you’ll be learning more about it later, so let me just tell you of my experience learning control. It didn’t help that winter in London can be quite cold and many people regularly wear gloves. I had an interest in a female acquaintance at the time of my self revelation who suddenly with the turn in the weather started wearing long black leather gloves. They reached almost to her elbows.” Giles paused a moment, lost in the memory. When he returned to himself, he found Buffy and Willow patiently waiting with smirks on their faces.
“Go on.” Buffy encouraged.
“Thank you. I couldn’t say that.” Willow joked.
“In any case,” Giles valiantly continued, “to return to my story, what was starting to become a friendship and perhaps something more, suddenly was rife with uncomfortable reactions. What was uncommitted flirting became an attempt at seduction on my part. In my actions and words, I jumped ahead of where she saw us and was too soon asked to never speak with her again. I vowed then to not let this change how I saw things or control my words and actions. I eventually did find a way. And I can only tell you that way is in realizing you don’t have to take every opportunity to fulfill your desire. To learn to feel it without taking any action. And I will say from experience that often a fantasy fulfilled doesn’t taste as sweet as the one left to savor in the mind.”
“The low turned on buzz.” Buffy realized she had experienced the control before.
“Um, well yes, that would be another way of saying it.” Giles was hopeful now that this was not all in some embarrassing vain.
Willow now made a silent similar vow to be more vigilant in her control. “Thank you Giles. I can’t say this night was easy, but I think it helped us.”
“That’s all I hoped for. Though since you mentioned that Tara knows and that you even have a safeword, I don’t think you were really straying too blindly. I was surprised at the level you are attempting though. But don’t worry about me, I won’t interfere and rather doubt your game will get to any intimate level in my presence anyway.”
Buffy paused and let herself think before she spoke anyway. “Oh, I don’t know. That might be a fun twist to the game.”
Giles turned abruptly to look at Buffy. She smiled at him, letting him know she knew she was being evil. “Buffy, I can assure you that if you go any further than public behavior, my thoughts will not be on just watching you. So perhaps it would be best if we didn’t go down that road at all.” Honesty had a way of lingering.
Willow just watched this unexpected exchange. It was all in the open, so without guilt she wouldn’t interrupt this for the world, however odd this turn of events was.
Buffy’s smile stayed and her eyes teased him, but she knew the truth in his words. “That’s almost sweet. And it’s alright, you know, you aren’t my father.” Buffy paused there, letting the tension build. “But I understand the point. This is me, backing down now.”
Giles was relieved. Willow was a little as well. “I guess now would be a good time to start that patrol.” She offered an end.
“Right. We’re so late now they probably think I took a night off or something.” Buffy agreed. “We’ll let you know if we hear anything about Shadow Boy.”
“Be careful, and good night.” Giles began to close down the shop for the night as Buffy and Willow left to begin the patrol. “Oh, and if you have any further need to talk...” He left the obvious unsaid.
“What didn’t kill us will make us stronger. Check.” Buffy accepted the offer.
“Yes, well, quite so.” Giles realized the times ahead would be very strange.
