It could not be said that Christmas came without further incident, because such a saying in the world of the Slayer is never true. But no serious incidents proceeded the holidays.
Buffy was grateful, she was having a hard enough time wrapping Spike's present, and getting her nerve up to give him the real present that could not be wrapped, to deal with another apocalypse.
Stupid tape, Buffy snarled internally as it purposely stick together and she had to let go of the wrapping paper again to get another piece. Spike's brand new complete set of Monty Python's Flying Circus on DVD was already looking a bit lumpier than anything rectangular had the right to.
Finally finishing, Buffy crowed in triumph, then glanced at the pile of presents she had bought for everyone else and felt like throwing a tantrum.
Spike and Tara had had all their shopping down and all the presents wrapped a week ago. It was Christmas Eve and Buffy was just getting started. She was beginning to notice the pattern she took with her school papers applied to everywhere else in her life.
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Spike had been firmly shut out of all the bedrooms upstairs. Willow was cloistered in Tara's and Xander had taken over the spare room. He was fine with this. He had eggnog and cookies and the company of two of his favourite ladies, what more did he need?
“I opened the Pot of Gold, I couldn't resist. Do you want some chocolate, Spike?” Joyce asked, offering him the box.
Spike glanced skyward and grinned it seemed She really did listen to him. He immediately started working his way through his favourites before Xander came down and ate all the little coconut cups.
Unlife did not get better than this.
“Spike, come help me decorate the little sugar cookie driedels and menorahs, Willow's still busy and I want them to be ready for her when she comes down.” Tara stuck her head out from the kitchen.
Spike got up to wield the icing wand of Hanukkah and made plans for secreting some of the booze from the cupboard to add to the eggnog. Everyone was refraining from drinking openly because of Giles, but Spike figured what the man didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
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That night, after a ridiculously filling dinner, Buffy and Spike reclined upstairs recovering.
“I can't believe I ate that much pie! Why did you let me eat that much?” Buffy groaned.
Spike smiled and rubbed her belly for her.
Buffy licked her lips, now was a good a time as any, “The present under the tree isn't really what I want to give you for Christmas.”
Spike sat up a bit, grinning, “Oooh, do I get another pressie?”
Buffy smiled, “Kind of. I want you to bite me and take Angelus' mark away.”
Spike was speechless. A more perfect sentence had never been spoken. His mind briefly shut down in the effort to wrap around what she had said.
Buffy continued, feeling a bit nervous at his lack of response, “I know its kind of sudden but it isn't for me, really. I've been thinking about this since the mansion. I read up about the whole bitey thing in some of Giles books and this mark on my neck is totally inappropriate, isn't it? It's like saying to every vampire in the universe, 'Hey! I belong to Angelus!' and that's so not true. I never belonged to him and I'm really starting to hate looking at his mark every time I look in the mirror.”
Spike was still staring at her.
Buffy giggled, “I've really done it this time, I broke your brain.”
Spike blinked and shook his head, trying to clear it, “Buffy love-“
“I know what you're going to say, 'this is for you too and it can't just be about the biter it has to be about the bitee. And I'm ready for that. I totally wasn't ready for Angel's bite. I didn't even know what it meant until I started reading about it. I want your mark on my neck.”
“Buffy love-“ Spike tried again.
“I know you don't think I'm ready, but I know exactly what it means. I know all about the whole yours forever thing and I really, really want this.”
“Buffy love-“ Spike began once more.
“I am-“ Buffy was cut off this time by Spike's lips. He kissed her soundly and broke off leaving her feeling a bit dizzy.
“I knew that would be the only way to get you to hush for a second. I completely want this. I want to do this with you.” Spike burst out, desperate to actually get the words out.
“Oh. Well, lets do this then.” Buffy licked her lips again and tilted her head to the side a bit nervously.
“No, pet. You don't go about a claim bite just cold turkey.” Spike slipped on hand between her thighs and found a few choice sweet spots that had her squirming in record time, “You need to build up to it.”
He stripped off her pajamas before Buffy even realized he had removed his hand.
She opened her eyed and he was already naked himself, “When do I get a strip show?” She pouted playfully.
“Whenever you want. Just any night but this.” He looked right into her eyes then and she finally realized what this meant to him.
The world. The world was in his eyes and it was comprised of her and only her.
Spike trailed kisses along her neck and nipped at the chosen spot playfully with blunt human teeth. Buffy let out and explosive breath, for the first time she realized how much she wanted this herself.
She had given it a lot of thought, but most of the time she had been thinking about doing it for Spike. Now it was suddenly very much about her.
It was about leaving the last tie to Angel behind finally and moving on. It was about claiming Spike as hers and announcing formally that she was his. It was about linking herself to him in the most intimate manner, through blood.
Spike stroked her clit and had her moaning. He rubbed the tip of his erection against the soft bundle of nerves, letting the precum lubricate it.
“Spike, inside me. Now.” Buffy arched a bit off the bed, beyond eager to begin.
Spike complied, slipping inside in a maddeningly slow pace. They both groaned, overtaken as they always were at the wonder of their joining.
He thrust slowly in and out and Buffy wrapped her legs firmly around his waist and met his motions smoothly. She always marveled at how well they moved together. They were perfectly in synch, as though lovemaking had been invented just for them.
Or maybe, that they were inventing it themselves.
Buffy felt her orgasm start to build and she knew Spike felt it, too. She opened her eyes and focused to his face. She kissed him and felt him shift against her mouth. She carefully avoided sharp fangs, not wanting to cut her tongue up too badly.
“Now.” She whispered, feeling him move his head to the side. The fade flicker of pain just sparked a tremendous climax and Buffy nearly lost consciousness from the intensity of it.
She felt him nursing gently at her neck and felt a gush of tenderness, she stroked the soft curls at the nape of his neck and pulled him a bit closer.
Buffy felt him release her and start laving at the bite wound with him tongue to clean it and let it clot.
She was beyond relaxed. She was quite confident this must be what being in a trance was like.
Spike kissed her and she could taste just the slightest metallic tinge in his mouth.
“I love you.” His whispered pressing his forehead to hers.
“I love you more.” Buffy whispered right back grinning a little.
“Do not.” Spike replied, pouting petulantly.
“Do too.” Buffy responded, feeling sleep beckoning.
Spike waited until her eyes shut completely, before responding, “Do not.”
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