For Wulfie and for everyone else who loves seeing Angel suffer at the hands of Spuffy.
Mucho Thanks and Hugs to both Meli & Bloody Tears of Life for betaing!
‘Why is it that when the holiday season comes around the shit hits the fan?’ Buffy wondered. She was sick of having the constant pressure of dealing with Glory. Riley had left her and her mom had passed away. The tears were clinging to the rims of her eyes as she walked by the ice cream shop.
“Exactly what I need to feel better, some ice cream and chocolate sauce.” Buffy whispered to herself.
Unfortunately for her, it was loud enough for vampire’s ears.
“I know exactly how you can use it to meet your needs,” a voice said from the shadows.
Buffy jumped. She turned around and rolled her eyes at the sight that greeted her.
“Spike. God you are such a pig. And you reek. You smell like booze!”
“Luv, neutered vampire. Friday night. Nothin’ to do but play kitten poker and get drunk. Would’ve played Slayer poker but now I don’t have a Slayer to poke…”
Spike did not even finish his sentence before he felt the Slayer’s fist connect with his nose.
“Damn it Slayer, watch the nose!” he growled as he cradled the offended appendage between his hands.
“Well don’t be such a pervert. Ugh, forget it. I’m heading home.”
Buffy briskly turned away and began to march in the opposite direction.
“Luv, you forgot to get your ice cream. I’m sure Nibblet will want some.”
Buffy stopped and considered his words. She knew Dawn was just as depressed about spending the holidays without their mother.
“I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass Slayer. I just figured I’d take your mind off your worries a bit by being an ass. C’mon back and let me buy for you and the bit, yeah?”
Buffy did not back down on an opportunity for Spike to actually buy something. She walked into the ice cream shop with him.
“What flavors do you like luv?” Spike asked, still wary that he was only imagining this.
“Coffee and vanilla.”
Spike gave the girl behind the counter the order. When Spike grabbed the oversized to-go bag by the handles, Buffy looked at him with a puzzled face.
“I appreciate it Spike, but it looks like not only did you get a lot of ice cream but you must have gotten a gallon of chocolate sauce!”
“Well Slayer, if I know you, and believe me I think I do, then chocolate is the way to warm your heart now isn’t it?”
Buffy had to agree with bleached menace by her side. She nodded and walked with him back towards the house. As they passed by the video rental store, she placed her hand on Spike’s shoulder to halt him.
“Hold up Spike. I want to go in and rent White Christmas.”
“Good idea pet. I love that movie. So romantic, brings back memories of a delicious meal I had…”
Buffy held her hand up to indicate to Spike that he should stop.
“Spike don’t go any further; the night was starting to go good and believe it or not I was starting to look forward to ice cream and movies.”
Spike gave Buffy a grateful look. “Thanks for the heads up Slayer. Sometimes I don’t think before I start flapping my jaws. Go run on in and grab that flick so we can get back before Nibblet’s bedtime. "
She nodded and then silently turned around and entered the store. He adored her from afar. ‘Neither that damn soldier boy, nor the bloody ponce ever was smart enough to know she was a keeper. If only I’d have a chance with her.’
“Spike you ready?”
So caught up in his thoughts, he did not realize that Buffy used Slayer speed to get in and out of the store.
Silently, they made their way back to the Summers’ home.
When they arrived at Buffy’s house, she led the way up the stairs and opened the door. She knew she did not need to, but still given that it was the holiday season, she felt bad if he tried to walk in only to bounce back because of a supernatural barrier.
‘Not a cheery way to say welcome home for the holidays. Home? Not Spike’s home, where the heck did that come from?’ Buffy shook her head from the thought. As she passed through the door, she said the magic words Spike loved to hear.
“Come on in Spike. Set the ice cream in the kitchen. Oh and hold your ears for a second.”
“Just consider yourself warned,” Buffy said. Spike held his hands up to his ears but it almost did not help.
“Dawn! Get your butt down here. I got a treat for us!”
“Coming!” Dawn yelled.
Spike moved his hands from his ears. He nodded his thanks and began walking through the living room. Without the protection, his hands had afforded his ears, there was no way he would have survived all that girly communication without a major earache.
He brought the goodies into the kitchen as Buffy set up the VCR. He could hear Dawn running out of her room and the pounding of her feet on the stairs.
“Wow, Buffy you remembered! White Christmas, my favorite!”
Dawn ran up to Buffy and gave her a big hug and kiss.
“Dawnie, why don’t you go in the kitchen and grab some ice cream for us?”
“Wow, what did I do to deserve this? I get Buffy time, my favorite movie and Ice Cream.” Dawn spoke aloud as she made her way into the kitchen. “Holy Shit! Spike’s here too. Spike, Buffy does know you’re here too right?”
“Yeah Nibblet. Big sis’ knows I’m here.”
“Eeek!” Dawn squealed and ran over to hug her favorite vampire.
“Ok Nibblet. A little less decibels with the volume there, and watch your language young lady,” he chided even as he ruffled her hair, Dawn swatting him away.
“Ugh, Spike you sound like Giles.” Dawn said as she rolled her eyes.
“Well he’s right,” Buffy said as she walked into the kitchen. “Now let’s fix us up some nummy goodness and put our butts in front of the TV.”
Dawn ran into the living, leaving Buffy and Spike in the kitchen.
“I don’t know how you do it luv, but I hope the Powers find a way to reward you.”
Buffy looked at Spike and gave him an evil smirk.
“Until they do, there is nothing wrong with a little help to deal with it,” she said as she pulled out her secret stash of Kahlua and Bourbon.
“Ahh, now you’re talking Slayer.”
“Yep. Just put your Bourbon in a glass and I’ll make a nice mudslide out of my ice cream, chocolate sauce and Kahlua. That way Dawnie won’t be able to tell we’re numbing ourselves up through the movie,” she ordered with a smirk.
Spike looked at her as he poured his poison into his glass.
“Never thought I’d say this, but Slayer, you’re right smart sometimes!”
Halfway through the movie, Dawn began to suspect something was up with Buffy and Spike. They may have thought they were being sneaky, but she could smell the alcohol emanating from the two of them from her spot on the floor.
Besides, the fact that they were cuddling on the couch was a definite giveaway. Nevertheless, they were clearly happy, so Dawn was not about to rock that boat. Besides, Spike’s singing was hilarious.
“Slayer got run over by the Big Bad...She had a doc mark on her forehead, and incriminating Spike marks on her neck.”
Buffy punched Spike on the arm.
“No, no. It should go Big Bad got staked by the Slayer…”
“No luv, other way around.”
“Eewwwww!” Dawn yelled. “I’m sitting right here. That’s so gross!”
Buffy rewarded Spike with another punch to the arm. “Yeah, Spike don’t be such a perv in front of my sister. Hey Dawnie, go run into the kitchen and make us some more of this nummy goodness!”
“You guy’s want the inebriating substance included in that?”
“Hey!” Buffy cried, but if Dawn was willing to go the extra mile, she had no problem letting her. “That would be nice of you, but don’t you drink any! Mom would find a way to come down here and punish me.”
“Yeah ‘bit, I may be going to hell someday but I don’t fancy having the ghost of your mum coming by. I’d fear a mother’s wrath more than the hounds of hell.”
“Yeah she did knock you in the head pretty good with that ax,” Buffy commented with a giggle.
“Well Slayer, you never gave my gorgeous head a kiss to make it better. I’m still waiting.”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Well on that note, I think I’ll just head into kitchen now.”
Dawn left Buffy and Spike out in the living room with their antics. She was so happy to see them getting along so well, she figured maybe if she left them alone long enough then they would get a little bit closer. She decided she would make herself a drink like Buffy’s to help her pass the time.
After Dawn downed her one drink though she figured maybe, that was not the most brilliant idea ever. She was feeling very light headed and giggly. Perhaps half a glass full of the Kahlua was not the secret to making Buffy’s drink so good. On the other hand, at least fifteen minutes had passed and she had not heard a peep out of Spike and Buffy in the living room. As she made her way over to peek on them, the phone started to ring.
“Dawnie can you get that?”
“Sure Buffy, no problem!” Dawn cheerfully obliged. She figured that if her sister was not going to challenge her for the phone, things must have been progressing in the other room.
Dawn still ran to the phone, which was quite the challenge since this was the first time she had to walk drunk, less run.
“Hello,” she answered.
“Hi Dawn. It’s Angel. Is Buffy there?”
Dawn was not thrilled. Of all moments that Buffy’s ex had to call, it was while her sister was hopefully in the middle of making smoochies with Spike.
“Yeah, but she’s kinda busy right now. What you want?” she asked with suspicion.
“Well I just wanted to wish her a Merry Christmas.”
“I’ll let her know. I’ll t..t..t..talk to you laduh”
“No Dawn wait, don’t hang up. Are you drunk?”
“Well yeah, but don’t tell Buffy!” Dawn whispered into the phone, or at least attempted to.
“Dawn, please put Buffy on the phone?” Angel whined.
“No. I told you she’s busssssy. Can’t you just go away?”
“No Dawn. Not when she is too busy that she doesn’t even see that her kid sister is drunk,” Angel replied, his full brood voice in place.
“Well I’m not gonna interrupt them.”
“Them?” Angel asked.
“Yeah them. She’s with her boyfriend. There I said it. Are you jealous?”
“Yea…NO! Dawn just put her on the phone!” Angel commanded.
“Fine.” Dawn gave up. She figured the only way Angel would get off the phone and not call back a hundred times would be to just have him talk to Buffy. She stumbled through the door back into the living room. When she looked up and dropped the phone in shock. “Holy shit, hello! Scarred for life now thanks to you two. Oh my god, are you necking her Spike?”
Spike quickly wrapped his duster around the half-naked Buffy that was sitting on his lap. The room fell silent only to hear a very familiar voice coming from the phone.
“Spike! Buffy’s in there with Spike!”
Dawn grabbed the phone off the floor.
“Told you she was busy!” Dawn quickly pressed the off button, thus silencing Angel from making any further questions. “Um…I’ll just go back to my room now.”
Buffy and Spike just watched as Dawn tried to run up to her room stumbling most of the way.
“Well luv let’s get back to what we were doing before the poof and your sister interrupted us,” Spike suggested, curling his tongue behind his teeth.
Buffy leaned in and licked Spike’s neck.
“Mmmm you’re playing with fire Slayer.”
“I know. But it feels so good.” Buffy reached down and freed his cock from the confines of his jeans. She grasped it in her hand and began to stroke it with her soft nimble hands.
“Yeah Slayer, just like that.” Spike breathed into her ear. He quickly moved to return the favor. Luckily for him, she was wearing a skirt tonight. He reached down and lifted it up. Quickly he ripped away the scrap of silk she called underwear. She was so wet he did not hesitate to slip two of his fingers inside of her.
“Mmmm…Spike…feels so good.”
Spike pulled his fingers out of her and slipped them into his mouth. He thoroughly sucked her juices off his fingers.
“You taste delicious Slayer.”
“You know what would taste real good Spike?”
Spike raised an eyebrow.
“A little bit of chocolate sauce.”
Spike showed his approval of the idea by lifting the Slayer off the couch. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his hard member rubbing up against her clit. She moaned in ecstasy as the wrestled tongues. She didn’t even feel the kitchen door hit her back as Spike pushed it open. He placed her on the island. His need for her was too strong, making him forget the reason they moved locations in the first place.
Buffy writhed against Spike, begging for more. “Please Spike, I need you now!”
Spike gently stroked her clit before positioning himself at her entrance. With one hard thrust, he filled her completely. He pounded her into the counter as she moaned his name and met him thrust for thrust. Her nails were cutting into his back.
Spike held her tightly against his body, relishing the feel of her skin against his. ‘This is it,’ he thought, ‘This is the woman I am meant to be with.’ He turned his attention to the side of her neck, felt his face shift and fangs drop.
Buffy had felt the shift, and was surprised that it turned her on more. ‘He fits me perfectly, I’m ruined for any one else that comes after him. Damn, then I don’t want anyone after him.’ Her heart warmed with the thought of being able to love someone again and feel this way about him. She used her Slayer muscles to massage his cock within her, and with her hand, she guided him to the side of her neck.
“Do it Spike, Mark me as yours,” she whispered.
Spike did not need any further encouragement; with precision and care he bit into her neck and sucked the blood as it flowed into his mouth. He felt her orgasm around his cock, but was surprised when he had his own release as she bit into his neck, precisely over Drusilla’s marks, and drank his blood in return.
They both felt the mystical seal of their commitment to each other pass through them. They pulled back, still joined at the hips, and stared into each other’s eyes.
“You’re mine luv, forever, as I am yours.”
“Yours always, as you are mine.”
Their bloodied lips met in a passionate kiss. The couple was too focused on each other to hear the ruckus that was going on outside.
“So Angel, do you always watch Buffy when she has sex with someone else?”
Angel was stunned to find that Dawn was behind him and had bagged him. He had been so engrossed and appalled watching Spike claim his girl that he had not even noticed the younger Summers come up from behind him.
“Dawn, shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“And shouldn’t you be in LA? Stalker much? Where were you in the car on the way here when you called? Creepy.”
Angel turned around to look back at the couple locking their bloodied lips in the house. “They’re not good for each other,” he growled, his anger barely sustained beneath the surface.
That was his last thought before he exploded into dust and settled on the lawn.
“No you’re no good for her,” Dawn quietly said as she walked away to go back to her room singing. “Slayer got staked by the Big Bad….with incriminating bite marks on her neck...Angel saw it all and it broke his heart…now he’s Angel dust and won’t be back!”
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Bloodshedverse Challenge # 15, Issued By The Infamous Redwulfe!
PWP, Christmas fic, Buffy/Spike, a gallon of chocolate sauce, Angel's dust, Spike singing his version of "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer" The words along the lines of: Slayer got run over by the Big Bad....She had a doc mark on her forehead, and incriminating Spike marks on her neck.