He held up the handcuffs, and looked at her intently.

"Do you trust me?"

Buffy looked at him, eyes wide. "Never."

Spike gave a rueful smile at that.

“I figured as much,” he said as he sat up a bit, closing one of the cuffs around his right wrist.

“But I trust you. You could stake me…” He clicked the other cuff in place, jaw tense. “Set me on fire if you liked. That’s the point of this game—the potential danger. The thrill.” He looked at her. She was staring down at his now cuffed wrists. He laid back, arms over his head. “But I know you won’t. It’s just the idea of it that’s fun, love. Everyone has a fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. While you’re up there, having your wicked way, you can tell me yours.”

Buffy hesitantly moved under the carpet until she was over him, straddling his hips. She looked down at him, brow furrowed, hands resting on the center of his chest.

“You really trust me that much?”

“I love you that much, so yeah. Trust you with my everything.”

She shook her head.

“That’s not the same, Spike.”

“Trusted you before when I couldn’t hit you back at all, didn’t I?”

Spike moaned, lids lowering slightly as she lifted up and sunk down on him.

“I’m alone somewhere. Patrol. The Bronze, maybe…” she started, voice soft, rising slowly, and undulating as she came back down with care.

“Yeah?” Spike asked, just above a whisper.

“And you come up behind me…I try to resist, but I don’t mean it.”

Spike smirked at her. “You never mean it.”

“And you take me, from behind,” she panted out, head rolling back as she picked up the pace.

He groaned, fingers clenching, wanting to touch her, silently cursing the cuffs. “Can be arranged, pet,” he rumbled. “Big bad seducing you is your naughty fantasy, eh? Out in the open or in public?”

“Shut up,” she muttered, slowing down again, hands gliding up his chest, over his shoulders, and finally traveling his arms. Stretched out over him, each hand gripping a cuffed wrist, she began to go faster, eyes locked on his all the while.

She wondered what it would be like to be cuffed—a slave to his will for a moment. Just the idea of it alone sent a frisson of exhilaration down her spine. Having no control like that…there had to be a freedom in it.

She wanted to find out.