“For the tenth time, we’re not getting’ that monstrosity!”
“Come on, baby, please? It’ll mean a lot to me.”
“It’ll mean a lot to my back, too. Who’s goin’ to carry it, pet? You?” Spike cocked an eyebrow in his trademark way that usually made Buffy want to slug him.
“I will, if that’s your only problem,” she said, crossing her arms. “I really want this tree, and I want this Christmas to be special.” Seeing him seemingly unfazed, she decided to go for the big guns, and pout.
“You know, tha’s cheatin’.” Her boyfriend smiled. “But you win anyway. We’re gettin’ it and I’ll carry it, but you’re doin’ the decoratin’.” He chuckled at her squeal of joy and made sure to get a firm grip on her ass when she jumped in his arms saying, “Thank you,” and kissing him. *Nothing wrong with making the most of dire situations.* And Christmas shopping was definitely classified as that. The two, occasionally joined by Dawn, had been shopping and planning for two weeks, and Spike could feel his manliness slip away with each jolly package he had to carry. The busy schedule also cut down on sex-time, and he couldn’t wait for the bloody holidays to be over and his girl to revert to normalcy, because he had quite enough of this shopaholic demon inhabiting her body to last him a lifetime.
They’d left the tree for last, because Buffy insisted that way it would be fresher on Christmas day. Spike kept trying to explain that the trees weren’t cut on the day they were sold, but nothing would change her mind. That meant that although the entire house was decorated in the Christmas fashion, there was an empty spot waiting to be filled. And his love had decided that the thing to fill it was a huge ass tree that would take near forever to be made festive.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Carrying the tree up the stairs wasn’t exactly a piece of cake, but the real hoot was pushing it through the doorway. The stubborn thing refused to fit in either direction; it was just too bloody tall and too bloody wide, in Spike’s words.
After trying to bend the mischievous branches every which way, and getting several scrapes for her efforts, Buffy realized that Spike wasn’t really pushing with her any longer. Instead, he was pretending to do so, while trying to stifle his laughter. With a huff, the purpose of which was to blow an errant strand of hair out of her face, as well as to intimidate her lover, she turned blazing eyes to him. “You’re not helping.” She wouldn’t stomp her foot, that would be childish.
“’Course I am. I’m cheerin’ you on. Go, baby, slay that mean tree!” The chuckle he was suppressing finally escaped.
“You’re such a pig. You said you’d carry it.” She stomped her foot, maturity be damned.
“I did, was just catchin’ my breath and contemplatin’ how good your arse looks when you’re strainin’ like that.”
“You sweet talker, you.” She grinned, then licked her lips, and Spike felt his jeans become more constricted. He reached for her, but she took a small jump backwards, saying, “Nah-uh! Not until the tree is in place and decorated, mister.”
“Well, on with it then.” He clapped his hands once, then rubbed them together. “We’ll turn it on its side. You take the top and pull and I’ll push from the bottom.”
That turned out with Buffy on her face, delectable ass in the air, and the tree on top of her.
“Ow, ow, ow!”
“Buffy? Pet? Are you all right?”
For a tree that had taken them the better part of an hour to carry three blocks and a staircase, it moved quite easily as Spike all but flung it aside to reach his girlfriend who was lying there, holding her head, eyes closed. “Look at me, kitten.”
“Why? Did your face change from two minutes ago?”
He sighed with relief. Things couldn’t be all that bad if she was joking.
Managing to get the tree off her, he made sure to place it upright into the spot it would occupy, before rushing back to her and gathering her in his arms.
“Put me down,” she whined. Squirming she tried to put her feet back on the ground, but he’d have none of that.
“Not until I’m well and truly convinced that you didn’ bust your head.”
“I didn’t. I just sprained my ankle, honest. And my wrist hurts a bit, too.” She still squirmed, only no longer in an effort to get down. She was merely getting comfortable.
“Well, I guess you can’t decorate the demon-tree, then.”
Spike’s smile was smug until she ran her tongue down his neck and said, “Well, I guess other things will have to wait too, till it’s all Christmassy demon-tree.”
“Oh, are you blackmailin’ me, you li’l wench?”
“Maybe…” She drew the word out, and slid a hand down his torso. “Of course, if you were to offer and do it, we could get right on with the fun stuff.”
He knew giving in so easily was not very manly of him, but the promise of sex with Buffy always had the effect of turning him into her willing slave. He laid her on the couch and made a show of rolling up his sleeves to get busy with the decorations.
~~~~~*~~~~~
“There are too many balls there, put that one a bit to the left,” Buffy told Spike.
“The ribbon is all lopsided. I think we need more to balance it out.”
“No, not these lights. The little ones that flash.”
“Hmm… I think we should move it back a little.”
“This is too big to be put so high up. Try a smaller one.”
For a bit over two hours she ordered him around, pointing him to ornaments he hadn’t seen, making corrections and suggestions non-stop. When there was finally nothing left to do but put the star to top she jumped off the couch. “Here! I’ll do it.” She held out her hand that was supposed to be injured.
“Your ankle seems healed,” Spike remarked drily.
“Um, yeah?” She took a step back and held back a grin.
“Your wrist, too.” He took a step towards her and she backtracked some more.
“Oh my God, you’re right.” She widened her eyes innocently. “I must be more than human.” At his growl and lunge towards her, she giggled and turned to run, but he managed to grab her from the waist and raise her.
“That’s good. It means you can take what I’m about to give you,” he whispered huskily, his own arm wrapped against her waist while the other glided downwards.
Buffy shivered with anticipation. She missed sex with him as much as he had, but she’d been preoccupied by the Christmas preparations as much as by something she knew she should have told him, but couldn’t find the courage to. “Big words,” she teased, kicking her legs in the air to get free. In truth, she had no intension of freeing herself; she just enjoyed having him chase her.
“Oh, I’ve got something else that’s big.” He pressed her harder against him, making sure she could feel the bulge in his jeans. “And it’s all for you.” He walked towards the couch as he talked, and placed her kneeling on it so she was facing its back.
“Well then, give it to me…” Her voice was sultry and she knew from the way he let out a breath that he was going to take her hard and fast.
“I plan to, kitten.” He was already undoing his jeans and notice she was doing the same with hers. Grabbing her roughly by the wrists he pulled her arms forward, closing her palms on the back of the couch. “You hold on to that.”
He pushed her top up and ran his tongue slowly down her spine, then blew air on the wet trail he’d left over her smooth skin, enjoying the goose bumps it created. His hands found her breasts and cupped them, kneading them harshly while he nibbled on the back of her neck. Fisting his hands in the material of her shirt, he pulled and ripped it in two, letting him suck and lick at the flesh where her neck met the shoulder.
His hands were everywhere, her back, her stomach, her buttocks, her breasts, alternatively massaging and pinching, rubbing and caressing. Then they were feathering up her inner thighs so slowly that she cried out and pushed down to lead his hand where she wanted it most. He got the point, but it wasn’t his hand alone that touched her.
Falling on his knees behind her, he pushed her thighs further apart and ran his tongue down between her buttocks, all the way to her front. Flattening it, he started circling her clit, his thumbs holding her pussy open, making her feel all the more empty.
She was rocking her hips and mewling for more, until he couldn’t deny her any longer. Still keeping her spread for him, he plunged his tongue inside her and started thrusting it as deep as he could. He thought she was saying something, but her thighs were clamped around his head muffling his hearing. He half-heartedly sat back, replacing his tongue with his fingers, to ask, “What was that, kitten?”
“Your cock. Inside me. Now!”
He was on his feet in less than a second, anchoring her with his palms so he could push into her. He’d had her everywhere he could get her, and in most ways possible, but being inside her still felt like a miracle. He didn’t pause to allow her to adjust to his girth, or allow himself the time to regain control. After not having her for so long, he wanted to leave her with something, maybe a bit of a limp, to remember him.
Bent over, with Spike plundering her, she felt like she was in heaven. She could hear herself grunting and moaning, but like she was an outsider. All the senses she was currently in touch with were concentrated in her pussy, with his cock pounding into it. She pushed back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, which made him fuck her even harder. She knew she’d be sore in the morning, but couldn’t care less. She could feel his sweat dripping on her, mixing with her own, could feel his fingers dig into her hips and wish she could feel his arm flexing, his ass clenching. Next time she’d have to be on her back so she could trace his entire body with her fingers, map him all over again.
He throbbed inside her and she knew he’d come soon, and that she wouldn’t take all that long, especially if he…
He curled an arm around her hip, to cup her sex with his hand. His thrusts made his fingers rub against her clit and when he felt her orgasm closing in, he pinched the sensitive nubbin between middle and index finger and pushed inside her to the hilt.
She shook and shuddered, pulling his own release from him as her inner muscles clamped down and spasmed around him. She turned her face to the side and he found her lips, pumping his hips forward a few last times until he spilled inside her.
When Spike could move again he brought the covers from their bed to the living room and made a little nest for them by the Christmas tree. They lay snuggled in each other’s arms, having renewed their vows of love when Buffy broke the silence.
“Baby, there’s something I have to tell you.”
Spike moved a bit to the side so he could look into her face. “You know you can tell me anything, kitten.”
“Thing is, I don’t think you’re gonna like it.” She worried her lower lip with her teeth. “And I’ve been wanting to tell you for a few days…”
“Luv, are you…?” He couldn’t finish his question, his mind already in a happy place where he and she had a little blonde family of their own.
“Oh, no. It’s not that.”
“Because you know I’d be happy if you were, right?” He brushed a blond lock behind her ear.
“You would?” She blinked. Realizing her train of thought was all but derailed, she went on. “Anyway, that’s not it. And if I don’t tell you it now, you’ll kill me when you find out.”
“Buffy?” He sounded worried, so she just had to blurt it out in one breath.
“MymomhassortofarrangedforallthefamilytocomeoverhereforChristmas.”
She had anticipated his flabbergasted “WHAT?”, and dove for his naked body under the covers. She’d have to distract him some more if she were to tell him he was either moving back with his folks for the holidays or they were coming out to their families.
The End
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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!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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10/06/16 08:34 am
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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