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Spike’s smirk went out the window for the entire night. He wore his true smile on his face and it made a world of difference. His eyes were shining and he looked as excited as a kid at Christmas.
“Do you want to open your presents now?” Buffy asked.
His eyes became wide. “I get presents?” he asked.
She giggled and said, “Of course you get presents. Who doesn’t get presents at their own birthday party.” Then she leaned closer to him and whispered, “I’m giving you a present now, but my biggest present to you is of a more personal nature. I’ll give it to you later.”
“Okay,” he said grinning, “I get presents!”
He quickly sat down on the couch. He automatically grabbed Buffy’s present first. Buffy grinned when she saw how delicately he took off the wrapping paper. He didn’t rip a single piece. When he saw what his present was, he gave her a look of pure awe and adoration. It was a poetry book and a notebook. The card simply said, “I love all of you.” By giving him these gifts had hoped to show him that she accepted William, the poet. Her second gift would show him that she accepted the demon in him.
Spike reverently placed Buffy’s gift next to him. He knew exactly what she had been trying to do when she gave him the gift. He was grateful. Other than his mother, no one had ever accepted him for who he was. He opened Tara’s gift next. To his surprise, she had also given him a book of poetry. The others gave him weapons, but he appreciated Tara and Buffy’s gifts the most.
When it came time for cake, Spike warily examined the cake. “Who made it?” he asked cautiously.
“Tara did, so you can stop acting like it’s toxic,” Buffy said with a smile.
“Tara’s a really good cook,” Dawn said, “She used to give me chocolate pancakes for breakfast every morning. That is, until Buffy decided that that was a bad breakfast for a growing girl.”
“This is really good cake,” Clem said, “Are we going to play party games next?”
~*~
“Great party, fangless,” Xander said.
“Thanks, Whelp,” Spike replied.
By the time everyone had filed out of the house, it was past midnight. Dawn had fallen asleep on the couch and Spike carried her up to bed. After he tucked her in, he went directly to their room. He found Buffy sitting on their bed with her serious face on.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing’s wrong,” she said gently, “I still need to give you your present.” She patted the bed next to her. He sat down. She took a deep breath. “This will be much easier if you don’t interrupt me. Spike, I love you and I want to be yours always. For your birthday, I’m giving you me. I want you to claim me. I understand all the implications. I’ll be yours forever and I’ll immortal. I’m ready for this. Do you want me as your mate?” She looked up at him nervously. He was staring at her with his mouth open. He gulped.
“Are you sure? It’s forever. You can’t back out ten years from now just because you are mad at me,” he said. ‘I hope she really wants to be my mate.’
“I understand, Spike and you are wearing way too many clothes,” she reached forward and ripped his shirt from top to bottom. He reverently unbuttoned her blouse. He felt himself grow hard when he realized that Buffy was wearing no bra.
“Naughty kitten,” he said, pinching the tip of one between his thumb and forefinger. She arched into his touch, then pulled back.
“It’s your birthday,” she said, “So I’m going to service you.” She took off her pants and threw them in an unceremonious heap. Then she knelt at Spike’s feet. She undid the button and zipper on his jeans. His painfully hard cock sprang out. She gave the underside a long lick. He hissed and clutched the bed spread. “Just like a big lollypop,” she said thoughtfully. Then she engulfed the belled tip with her mouth.
Spike buried his hands in her long, soft hair and clutched her to him. He found himself murmuring encouragements. “So hot…so perfect…mine…my goddess…my everything.” She relaxed her gag reflex and slowly swallowed his mammoth length. He began thrusting into her mouth. Her hands fondled his balls. When he was close, she gave them a firm squeeze and his spendings poured into her mouth. When he was done, she let his flaccid cock slip from her mouth. Then she watched, amused, as it immediately became hard again. “Does that thing ever sleep?” she asked.
“Not when you’re around,” he said breathlessly. Then she got up and gently pushed him onto the bed.
“Do you want to be on the top or the bottom?” she asked.
He smirked at her and replied, “On top.” She obediently lay back on the bed. He kissed her neck and slipped into her slick passage. He groaned. “So tight…so beautiful,” he murmured in her ear, “So wet…just for me.”
“Only for you,” she gasped as his tip brushed her G-spot. He moved slowly inside of her. He had to fight not to come that second. For him, this was heaven. He gently pushed down on her mound, so that her G-spot was trapped between it and his cock. She moaned and threw her head back and forth. He lowered his head to her breast and sucked on rosy tip into his mouth. “Spike…I need…I need…”
“I know what you need, baby,” he said huskily. He shifted into his game face. He lovingly kissed her neck. Then he sucked on her jugular to bring the blood closer to the surface. Then he struck. He obliterated the marks of Dracula, the Master, and his grandsire. He felt his lover’s body jurk beneath him as she experienced the mother of all climaxes. “Mine,” he growled, “My Slayer, My Buffy.” He laved the twin punctures with his teeth.
“Yours,” she gasped. Then, she bit into his neck, obliterating his sire’s marks. He came immediately. The feeling of his mate’s teeth in his neck was wonderful. “Mine,” she growled possessively.
“Only yours, Buffy,” he moaned clutching her to his neck. He rolled over so that he wouldn’t crush her. Then the both collapsed from pleasure.
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