A Little Sister, Don’t You Christmas
Spike frowned as he watched Buffy pack up their things in an overnight bag. “You really want to go?”
She looked up at him, “Yes, I really want to go. You’ve had more time away from home on Christmas than I have. Maybe you’re used to not being home for the holidays, but I am.”
“And Mom and Dad are okay with it?”
“Yes, Mom and Giles are okay with it.”
“I don’t have to sleep in my old room, do I? I can sleep with you right?”
Buffy rolled her eyes, “Yes, Spike, you can sleep with me. I don’t think Mom and Giles expect us to sleep in our former residences considering we now live together.”
“Well, you know how uptight Dad can be about these things,” Spike pointed out and perched himself on the bed, watching her.
She gave him a look, “You can help you know.”
He grinned, “I like watching you do it.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I was kind of looking forward to having our first Christmas morning as a couple, here, with you,” he mumbled and looked down at his hands.
Lifting the duffel bag off the bed, she plopped it on the floor. “But think of how fun it’ll be to be at the house,” Buffy reasoned and made herself comfortable on his lap, wrapping her arms around him. “We’ll have egg nog and their huge tree . . . we’ll have a fire and Christmas music . . . you know how much fun it is to hear Giles sing Christmas songs. Mom will laugh at him and tell him how adorable he is and he’ll get all red and stop. . . You and I will crawl under the tree and sort through our gifts and try to guess what we got. Then there’s the scents coming from the kitchen. The pies, the dinner –“
“Okay, okay,” he grinned and kissed her. “I got the picture. It’ll be fun. Like the old days,” sliding his hand up her shirt and caressing her flesh he added, “With a twist.”
She shivered under his touch and kissed him ravenously, agreeing whole heartedly.
He brought her with him as he lay back on the bed, “Does that mean I can get a little preview now?”
She grinned and rolled off him and scrambled away as he reached out to try and nab her, “Nope. I want you all hot for later. Give you incentive not to spike the egg nog and fall asleep on me.”
“Minx.”
“You love it.”
He gazed at her solemnly, “I love you.”
She smiled, “I love you too. Now help me bring this stuff to the car.”
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“Oh, I’m so glad you two decided to come, come in, come in!” Joyce gushed, ushering them in the house. “Your father is upstairs wrapping the last minute gifts and leaving me to slave over Christmas Eve dinner. Buffy dear, will you help me?”
“Sure Mom. Let me just help Spike get this stuff upstairs.”
“I got it Buffy. Go on.”
She looked at the duffel bag, their pillows, and the bag of gifts that was a tad awkward to carry and then up at him. “You sure?”
“I’m just going to get the presents under the tree anyway.”
She shrugged and kissed him quickly. “All right. You know where to find me.”
Spike watched her go and grabbed their duffel bag and pillows and bounded up the stairs. Knocking on his father and step mother’s door, he said quietly, “Dad?”
“Son?”
“Can I come in?”
“Yes, of course.”
Spike burst through the door, “Hi Dad.”
Giles looked up at his son over his glasses and studied him. “Are you all right William?”
Spike sighed, “Kind of nervous.”
Giles smiled, “Don’t be.”
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“Heidi –Ho Summers and Giles’!” Doyle’s voice rang through the house.
Buffy squealed in delight and ran from the kitchen to greet Doyle at the door. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. “Hi!”
“And to think you just saw me yesterday too,” Doyle noted with dry humor.
Buffy giggled and looked over his shoulder. “Hi, Xander.”
Xander grinned and waved, “Hi, Buffster.”
“William is upstairs, supposedly unpacking. SPIKE! XANDER AND DOYLE ARE HERE!” Buffy finished on a shout.
“All I want for Christmas are new eardrums. . . “Doyle muttered.
Buffy laughed and broke her hug from Doyle and moved to Xander. He held up his hands, halting her. “No shouting?”
“No shouting,” she promised.
“Hey, what are you doing with your paws all over my girl?” Came Spike’s teasing voice.
Xander immediately released Buffy and she laughed, “You’re too easy,” she scolded him. “You can put your paws on me anytime Xander. Even if he doesn’t work for you anymore and you can’t fire him as payback.”
Xander grinned, “Yeah, that’s true. Had to go and get himself a teaching job,” he rolled his eyes. “Pretentious ass—Hey, Joyce.”
Buffy giggled at Xander’s slip and went to Spike, wrapping her arms around him.
“What’s this then?” Spike murmured, kissing her forehead.
She smiled up at him, “I’m just happy. We’re all here together.”
He beamed at her, “Then I’m happy we came.”
Doyle and Xander left some time after dinner, claiming they had to get make the rounds at Doyle’s parents and Xander’s parents. Such was the life of a newly living together couple. They did however promise to be by in the morning for gift giving before making the rounds yet again.
“Why didn’t you guys just bring your gifts tonight so you didn’t have to make the extra stop?” Buffy asked, confused. “Wouldn’t that have made more sense?”
“You think you’re so smart, don’t ya?” Doyle teased her. “You’ve just got an answer for everything.”
Buffy shrugged, “Just trying to make it easier on you.”
“Maybe we want to stop by tomorrow smarty pants,” Doyle told her.
Buffy smiled, “In that case, I’ll shut up.”
“That’d be a Christmas miracle,” Doyle said dryly and Buffy wailed on him until he cried uncle.
True to tradition later that night, Giles did sing and Joyce commented on how cute he was to which Giles proceeded to blush and clean his glasses until Buffy was sure a hole would be found in them. And, her and Spike crawled under the tree as if they were kids again, shaking gifts and trying to guess what they’d gotten.
“What is in this big box I wonder?” Buffy said, grinning at Spike. It was almost as tall as her.
He looked away from her, “You’ll never guess.”
“Can I try?”
“Nope.”
“Would you tell me if I guessed right?”
“Nope.”
She stuck her tongue out at him and moved onto the next gift. She kept staring at the big oppressive box though. It was killing her. What in the world could it possibly be? A new desk? No. A TV? No. Pondering it, she wondered if it was really something small and Spike had just gathered large boxes and wrapped them to throw her off.
“Come on, pet, the rents are nodding off. Let’s get to bed. Santa only comes for good girls that are in bed,” and he gave her a look that let her know just how ‘good’ she could be.
She grinned and leaned in, whispering in his ear. “I’ll be good, but only after I’m very, very bad.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Spike whispered back.
“Night!” Buffy called and practically ran to the stairs and up to their bedroom, Spike on her heals yelling a quick good night to their parents.
Their door was shut and their clothes off in record time it seemed. It was hard to believe they’d just made love that morning. It was part of their insatiable hunger for each other – no matter how often they made love, they still went after each other as if it’d been months instead of just a few hours.
They crashed together on the bed and after pumping her a few times with his fingers to make sure she was ready for him, Spike plunged himself inside her and Buffy lifted her hips to receive him.
“God, I can’t ever get enough of you,” he rasped and started a slow rocking motion.
“Mmm…I know what you mean,” she hummed and then moaned as he swiveled his hips and hit her clit in just the right spot.
“Love you so much Buffy,” he murmured, peppering her face with kisses. “Love you forever.”
“Yes, yes. . . “ she whispered and brought his head down to kiss him ardently. It was hard to believe that once upon a time they’d thought this was a forbidden act – to love each other, to make love to each other, to be together. Once they’d made their peace with their feelings and their parents had accepted the love the stepsiblings had for each other, it had all fell into place.
“Dreamt of you for so long,” Spike murmured, his thrusts quickening inside her. “Never thought I’d be with you . . . “
“And now you have me always,” she whispered and tightened her inner muscles on him, rippling them around his thrusting cock.
“Fuck, do that again,” he gasped and she did.
Soon, they climaxed together, Buffy muffling her cries by biting into Spike’s shoulder and Spike muffling his by burying his head in her neck.
Rolling off her so as not to crush her, he brought her with him and cuddled her to him as they caught their breath and came down from their high.
She leaned up and kissed him languidly. “Love you.”
He smiled, “Love you too kitten.”
“Enough to give me a hint about the box?”
“Nope.”
“Hmmm…wonder what I can do to convince you,” she murmured and reached between them, idly stroking his cock back to life.
“Don’t let me stop you from trying,” he moaned, bucking up into her hand. “But I won’t tell you.”
“Mmm…we’ll see.”
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He never told her. A fact that made Buffy resort to pouting to coax it out of him, but still, nothing. And dammit, pouting usually worked too! But no. He was a tough nut to crack and she’d tried every weapon she had in her arsenal that usually always made Spike cave.
Nothing.
Dammit.
And then, much too early in the morning—especially after making love for most of the night – she was awoken by her mother singing Christmas carols at the top of her lungs and rapping on their door until she heard them moving about before she went downstairs.
“Today, she’s yours,” Buffy grumbled to Spike.
He grinned. “She’s not my blood, so she’s yours.”
Buffy gave him a dirty look and he chuckled. “Just think, you get to see what’s in that big box now.”
That idea cheered her, though she was still stinging from not being able to coax a clue out of him.
The smell of coffee roused her down the stairs and after they’d all gotten a mug full, they trouped into the living room and started the gift exchange. Buffy immediately reached for the big box and Spike told her no. That was last. She pouted, one last ditch effort.
Nothing again.
Dammit.
She was especially excited though to give Spike his gifts. She’d spent a lot of time considering what to get him and in the end she’d decided to save her money and buy him a new duster as the old one was showing its age. She thought he’d cry when he opened it. Then he proceeded to smother her in kisses. She got him supplies for his high school teaching job (English teacher), a new chain necklace, a watch and a gift certificate to get his hair professionally done at the salon. He’d gotten her a new baseball glove, a gorgeous dress that he planned on her to use for their New Year’s Eve dinner out, some of her ‘fru-fru’ toiletries that he knew she liked, and a few DVD’s she’d asked for. After exchanging gifts with Giles and Joyce, the big box remained.
She noted that as she approached it, Spike paled considerably. Interesting, she thought. Like I wouldn’t like anything he’d gotten me, she thought.
She tore into the box and opened it. And found a smaller box in it. She gave him a look and tore into that one and found another smaller box. “Spike!” she exclaimed, exasperated. “You’re killing me!”
“You have no idea,” he muttered as he watched her anxiously. After opening oh about twenty boxes – it seemed that way anyway—she finally got to a small box and tore into that thinking he had to have gotten her the pearl earrings she’d mentioned she’d liked. She wasn’t much of a jewelry person and she remembered that Spike had expressed delight in the idea that there was something non sports related that he could get her as a gift. He was the only man alive, she thought, that could get excited about his girlfriend being ‘girly’. She opened the box excitedly and gasped, her eyes widening. There were no earrings inside.
It was a ring.
A cute, little diamond ring.
She looked up at Spike to see him kneeling before her, nervous as anything.
Her mouth dropped open, but no sound came out and she gestured at him and at the ring and back to him again.
He smiled apprehensively. “Buffy, I . . . God, I don’t know how to do this,” he shook his head. “I had this whole speech planned where I told you that I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember and that I’ll never and have never loved anyone but you my entire life. I wanted to tell you that without you, I’m nothing, that you are everything to me –the sun, the moon, the stars . . . you’re in every breath I take—“
“I think you just said it,” Buffy pointed out on a dazed whisper.
He grinned, “Yeah, I guess I did.” He looked down at the ring box and then up at her, his eyes shining. “Buffy, I love you, baby so much. Will you marry me? Will you be my wife?”
Her eyes watered with tears and she nodded profusely. His eyes widened. “Say it Buffy, say it.”
”Yes!” she exclaimed, “Yes!” and she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around him.
He whooped and peppered her face with kisses.
”I love you, I love you, I love you,” he chanted.
“I love you too, I love you too, I love you too,” she chanted back. Then, “Put it on me, please. Put the ring on me.”
She sat back down and he extracted the ring from the box with his hands shaking and slid the ring on her finger.
“Perfect fit,” she murmured and looked up at him, eyes glistening with tears. “But then, you always were, weren’t you?”
He stared at her in adoration, in awe, in complete love. “You’ve made me the happiest man on Earth, Buffy.”
”Oh God, you guys are so sweet!” Joyce exclaimed.
“This is better than a romantic Lifetime movie!”
Buffy and Spike started, having forgotten completely that others were in the room – and now it was more than just Giles and Joyce, somewhere in all that Doyle and Xander had come in. Doyle and Joyce were holding hands with tears streaming down their cheeks and Xander and Giles just looked on, smiling.
Laughing, Buffy and Spike stood and embraced before they were swarmed by everyone wanting to see the ring and congratulate them.
Later, Buffy pulled Spike aside. “Is that why you didn’t want to come? Did you want to do that in private?”
Spike nodded, looking sheepishly at her, “Yeah. I was already nervous, but having to do that in front of a crowd . . . “
She hugged him, “I’m sorry I made it difficult—“
”No kitten, no. I’m glad. It was . . . it was a perfect moment in time for us. It was as if they melted away anyway. It was just us in that moment, don’t you think?”
She nodded, resting her head against his chest, snuggling him. “Yep, it was. I love you so much Spike.”
“I love you too, Buffy and I’m going to spend the rest of my days showing you just how much. You were the one I was meant for all this time. The one that should have been there from the start.”
“I’m here now, and believe me you, I don’t plan on going anywhere.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Leaning up, she kissed him, “I know you will. Merry Christmas, Spike.”
“Merry Christmas, my love.”
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
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03/20/17 01:20 am
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