Green Eyed Christmas
Parts 4-7
Written by: Pattyanne
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Summary: Takes place shortly after the events of 'Wrecked', however I have moved the action close to Christmas.
Also, I'm not getting into 'Dawn' problems or 'Willow' problems. It's hard enough
ironing out Buffy and Spike's problems, without getting involved with the two
of them, so no issues will be addressed here, other than the obvious one of Buffy's unending refusal to see sense.
Oh, and Oz is still with Willow. Hope that's okay.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss,
Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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Part four....
~~~~~~~~~~
"Greeting cards have all been
sent
The Christmas rush is
through
But I still have one wish to
make
A special one for
you..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Clutching the gaily wrapped present in one clammy hand, Buffy silently vowed never to fall asleep again watching "It's A Wonderful Life".
A classic holiday tale it just might be, but it also had a tendency to bring on strange dreams...or
maybe clear a person's cluttered and confused mind, she couldn't decide.
Whichever it was, she had woken up with tears on her face and the butterflies-in-the-tummy fear that
perhaps...just perhaps...she'd made the biggest mistake of her own, not-so-wonderful life.
Now, with one hand on the gift as the other smoothed her hair nervously, she stepped inside the Bronze and
looked around the room for Spike.
When Willow had called to invite her out, she had mentioned in the most casual of tones that Spike was
already there with Melinda. Buffy had done her best to sound just as casual when she'd agreed to drop by for
a while, but Willow was good at picking unspoken meaning out of a person's voice, and she probably hadn't been
fooled.
Stationing herself by the bar, she watched Spike and Melinda out of the corner of her eye. They weren't being
particularly intimate with each other, just sitting and talking really, but they looked so comfortable together.
How could she interfere with that, when she had been the one to tell Spike to leave her alone and move on?
**But I was wrong! It was a huge, horrible, awful mistake, and I'm sorry I ever said it! I was stupid and
stubborn...and I'm sorry. Spike....I'm sorry.**
She stood there, watching them talk and laugh, until she was afraid she might actually be sick.
**How do I fix this?**
~~~~~~~~~~
"Merry Christmas,
darling
We're apart, that's
true
But I can dream, and in my
dreams
I'm Christmas-ing with
you..."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Buffy! Merry Christmas eve!"
She turned and saw Xander standing next to her, holding a piece of raggedy mistletoe over her head.
"Hi," she said, as brightly as she could manage. "Um..Merry Christmas eve to you, too." She tilted her face and allowed him to kiss her cheek.
He made a teasing grab at the gift in her hand. "For me? I thought we weren't exchanging gifts until tomorrow night."
Buffy sighed. She just wasn't in the mood for Xander's clown act at the moment. "No, it's for...for someone else."
"Well, come and sit with us," he said, reaching for her hand.
She took a step back. "Later...I will. You go on back. I need to talk to someone."
It took her another minute and a half to get him on his way, and when she finally did, she looked over and saw
that Spike was alone at the table.
He didn't look as cheerful as he had when Melinda had been sitting there with him. That was a bad sign. In fact, he was staring rather morosely into a glass of some dark, nasty looking ale.
**What are you thinking about? Do you miss me...or do you miss HER? Spike....help me. I don't know what to do...what to say.**
Well, standing here wasn't going to accomplish anything. If she did it much longer, Xander would come looking for her again, and she just couldn't handle that right now.
Taking a deep breath, she made her way slowly across the crowded room.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Holidays are
joyful
There's always something
new
But everyday's a
holiday
When I'm close to
you.."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Hi," she said, feeling ridiculously shy.
Spike glanced up, and she was surprised to see a brief flash of surprise and happiness in his eyes.
But he shuttered it all too quickly, and his face composed itself into a mildly friendly _expression. "Buffy. Merry Christmas."
"Um...yeah. Merry Christmas." Her eyes wandered around the room, checking for the approach of any of her friends, or his date. "Can I talk to you?"
His eyes narrowed slightly. "I suppose so," he said, nudging out a chair for her. "Want something to drink?"
Buffy had no doubt that if she tried to pick up a glass of anything, she'd end up with it all over her dress, so she shook her head.
"Um...I was wondering if...if..." She couldn't come up with the right words to say, and why should he believe her even if she did? Why should he believe anything she said?
"Wondering what?" he prompted.
**Oh, God....just say it. Don't be such a coward.
Just open your mouth and say it. You didn't have any
trouble being mean to him...just say it...**
"I...I wanted to apologize to you," she said softly. "For the way we...I...left things last time. I'm sorry...and
I hoped that...well, that we could...could try to.." She stopped and swallowed hard, trying to dislodge a painful lump in her throat.
He wasn't having any trouble understanding what she was trying to articulate, and he had every right to laugh in her face, to tell her that he had told her so, that he had been right all along...and she wouldn't have minded if he did. She deserved it, and she could take it...as long as he let her back in afterwards.
But instead, his face remained quite serious, his voice quiet. He looked down at the table and shook his head. "No, Buffy. No."
~~~~~~~~~~
"The lights on the
tree
I wish you could
see
I wish it every
day
Logs on the fire, fill me with
desire
To see you...and to
say..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Somewhere inside of her, Buffy hadn't actually
believed he would turn her down.
Like a child, she'd been confident that she would get her way with him. And, like a child, she couldn't accept his rejection.
"Spike," she said earnestly, "I know that...that I was wrong to say what I did. I just...I didn't think before I spoke, but I know now what I feel. I've felt it for a long time, but I couldn't...I wouldn't...admit it, even to myself."
She placed the package down on the table and reached for his hand.
"The night we spent together...Spike, it wasn't meaningless to me. It was wonderful...so wonderful that I think I was afraid to feel it. Wonderful has never lasted for me before...and I...I was afraid of losing it again...knowing how much it would hurt. I convinced myself that...that I didn't care...because I was scared not to."
He sighed deeply, glancing away for a moment.
"But I DO care," she went on, too frightened to stop until
she was sure he believed. "Spike...I love you."
"Buffy," he pulled away from her, shaking his head. "Don't
do this. Please...."
Tears shimmered in her eyes. "I mean it. I love you. I do.
And...and I know you still love me. You're...you're not a
man who would just stop loving someone. I know you...I
know your heart. I know the way you love."
Sitting back in his chair, he looked into her eyes. "Buffy...of
course I still love you. But it's not enough. Not anymore." He
sighed again. "I'm tired of it, Buffy. Tired of trying so damn
hard...for nothing."
"But...but it wouldn't...." she began, wanting to tell him that
it wouldn't be for nothing. If they could just start again...they
could have everything.
Spike stopped her by raising one hand. "No. Just stop. You're
upset and acting like this for the wrong reasons. Because of
Melinda."
Buffy shook her head, no. "You don't love her. I know you don't."
"I never said I did," he replied. "Not to you...or to her."
"Then why..."
"Because...I want to forget."
Her heart nearly stopped beating. "Forget...me?"
He was silent for a few seconds, then nodded. "Yes. Forget
you."
~~~~~~~~~~
"That I wish you Merry
Christmas
Happy New Year,
too..."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh." Her voice was so soft that it was barely audible. "I
see." The tears in her eyes spilled over and traced slow
paths down her cheeks. Wiping them away with the back
of her hand, she tried to collect her thoughts, but all she
could hear were the words 'Forget you' echoing in her head.
"Okay. I...I'm sorry that I...that I bothered you. I'll just..." Her
eyes blind with fresh tears, she lurched to her feet and almost
stumbled.
Spike stood up and held out one hand to keep her from
falling. "Buffy..."
**No. No. If he touches me...I'll scream...I'll die.**
"I have to go," she stammered. Backing away, her eyes
darted around the room, and she saw Melinda coming out
of the ladies lounge. "I have to go home. I just....I have to
go now."
Turning on one heel, she ran out as best she could
through the crowd of happy people surrounding her.
She actually made it out the door and halfway across
the parking lot before she began to really cry.
~~~~~~~~~~
"I've just one
wish
This Christmas
eve
I wish I were with
you.."
~~~~~~~~~~
Back inside the Bronze, Spike picked up the
package Buffy had left behind.
The label on it read, "For Spike, from
Buffy. With all my love."
"Who's that from?"
He turned to see Melinda standing beside him, smiling curiously.
Meeting her gaze with his, he couldn't think what to say.
~~~~~~~~~~
"I've just one
wish
This Christmas
Eve
I wish I were with
you..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Part five....
Three hours crawled by. Buffy sat in the living room, staring
hypnotically at the twinkly lights of the Christmas tree.
She had run all the way home, trying to outdistance the hurt
that was threatening to overwhelm her. It hadn't done a bit of
good. When she'd stopped and turned around, all the pain of
her missed chances was still there, taunting her, waiting to
pounce.
At first, she'd been so upset that she hadn't been able to get
the front door unlocked. After dropping her keys three times,
she'd had to sit down on the porch swing and place her head
between her knees, fighting off a wave of nausea.
Five minutes later, she'd taken another shot at the door, and
had been successful.
Stumbling into the foyer, she'd come face to face with a note
that Dawn had taped to the mirror. She'd been invited to a last
minute caroling and tree trimming party at her friend Petra's house.
Petra's mother had come to pick her up, and Dawn had written
the address and phone number at the bottom of the page.
Forcing her voice to remain calm, Buffy called and spoke with
both her sister and Petra's mother, a jolly and chirpy sounding
woman with the strangely suitable first name of 'Tippy'.
With no one else in the house to occupy her thoughts, Buffy
had wandered around like a lost child.
She'd changed into her pajamas...while thinking about Spike.
She'd watered the tree and plugged in the lights....while
thinking about Spike.
She'd loaded the dishwasher, and wiped the peanut butter
off the kitchen counters....still thinking about Spike.
When there was nothing more to be done, she returned to
the living room and collapsed onto the sofa like a dying swan...and
promptly began to think about Spike.
Knowing that the whole mess was all her own fault, didn't
lessen the pain of it one iota. She wanted to cry...to scream...to
stamp her foot; all useless gestures that hadn't even worked
when she'd been a child and such things had been expected of
her.
Until now...now that it was really starting to set in...Buffy
hadn't actually known that such pain was even possible. It made
the pain she'd suffered at the loss of Riley seem like a paper
cut in comparison to an amputation with no anesthetic or bullet
to bite down on.
How the hell she was going to get through it was a mystery
to her. Especially if she was going to have to be a regular
audience member at the 'Spike and Melinda' show.
No, she couldn't deal with that. She would have to avoid them
as much as possible. Of course, the others would ask questions,
wanting to know why she never called on Spike for help any-
more, but she would deal with that later...when she could think
about it without dissolving into a weepy mass of quivering hurt.
This unrequited love business was agony, and she didn't know
how Spike had managed to deal with it for so long. Now that
the shoe had been transferred to the other foot with such
dazzling speed, Buffy was quite sure she wouldn't be half as
good at it as he had been.
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Hating the depressive silence in the house, Buffy flipped
through an old box of her mother's CDs. Most of it was
definitely not the sort of thing one should listen to when
suffering a fresh wound to the heart.
Joyce Summers had been a sucker for love songs, both
happy and sad ones, and she'd amassed an extensive collection
of each variety before she'd died.
Buffy rejected disc after disc, finally seizing on one
with a selection of Christmas music sung by various artists.
Figuring that 'Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer' was her
safest bet, she loaded the disc into the player and
fiddled with the volume control knob.
When she had it at a level that would drown her gloomy
thoughts without causing the neighbors to summon the
noise police, she sank down on the sofa and began her
contemplation of the tree lights.
Singing along with the yuletide cheer, she made it through
'Rudolph', 'Winter Wonderland', 'White Christmas', and
'I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus' without obsessing
over the man who no longer wanted her.
But her calm was all shot to hell when the next song began
to play.
"Christmas future is far
away
Christmas past is
past
Christmas present is here to
stay
Bringing joy that will
last..."
She couldn't bring herself to sing along with this one, although neither did she get up and change the song.
"Have yourself a merry little
Christmas
Let your heart be
light
From now on, our troubles will be
out of sight.."
Whoever was singing had a deep, soft voice. It reminded her of the way Spike's voice had sounded
during their more intimate moments, when passion was temporarily sated. A husky whisper in her ear, telling her how much he loved her...would always love her.
Yeah, well....
"Have yourself a merry little
Christmas
Make the yuletide
gay
From now on, our troubles will be
miles away..."
Sitting as rigidly still as an Easter Island stone effigy, Buffy struggled to keep her mind out of places it had no business going.
But it was no good, and she quickly lost whatever tiny advantage she had gained.
Mentally throwing in the towel, she was about to lay down and indulge in a good, old-fashioned holiday cry fest when the front door suddenly swung open.
Upon seeing who was invading her dungeon of misery, her mouth formed a perfect 'O' of surprise when Spike walked in and closed the door behind him.
Their eyes met and held for a long moment, neither of them saying a word.
He came into the front room, reaching for her hand, drawing her to her feet and into his arms.
Buffy gave no resistance, melting and molding herself against him like hot wax.
They stayed that way, their bodies moving in a slow dance to the softly playing musical accompaniment.
"Here we are, as in olden
days
Happy golden days of
yore
Faithful friends who are dear to
us
Gather near to us once
more..."
She closed her eyes, releasing a breath she
hadn't realized she'd been holding when she felt him brush a
gentle kiss against her hair.
"I'm sorry."
"Through the years, we all will be
together
If the fates
allow
Hang a shining star upon the
highest bough.."
Clinging to him, Buffy's eyes opened to meet
his...and she knew...knew without being told...that he had been in the same pain as she had.
The look on his face told the story, eloquently.
"And have yourself a merry little
Christmas now..."
Part six....
~~~~~~~~~~
"The snow
is falling, the city is white
Your eyes
are shining like diamonds tonight
We're all
alone, there's no one home
You're
finally in my arms again..."
~~~~~~~~~~
The tree lights danced on the shiny waves of Buffy's
hair as Spike threaded his fingers through it. Tilting
her face up, he placed what was probably the gentlest
kiss he'd ever given her on her trembling lips.
Hoping that she hadn't fallen asleep and found herself
in the middle of a rather incredible dream, Buffy raised
up on her toes and wound her arms tightly around his
neck. Respecting his desire to keep the kiss chaste for
the moment, she kept her tongue in her own mouth.
Although he would love nothing more than to
lay her down on the carpet and make love to her right
then and there, Spike knew there were things that needed
to be said first. He gently broke their kiss and moved back
a little.
Buffy's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself staring
at his shirt front...he was wearing it! The shirt she had bought
him, the one that mirrored the blue of his eyes. Placing her
hands on the lapels of his jacket, she urged it over his
shoulders and off.
The smile on her pretty face was heart melting, and he had
to smile back. "Thank you for the gift," he said quietly.
Buffy shrugged, blushing a little. "I guess I forgot about it in
my rush to get out the door," she admitted.
"I'm glad you did," he said, pausing to collect his thoughts
for a moment. "I'll be honest with you, love...I wasn't planning
on coming after you. Not at first. I figured we'd pretty much said
all that there was to say. Rehashing it was only going to hurt
more."
"Oh," she murmured, swallowing hard. "Why did...what changed
your mind?"
He smiled, fingering the collar of the shirt. "Melinda did. She made
me open it...and she said that it must have been hard for you to find
a shirt this exact color. Said you must really care about me to go
to all that trouble over a shirt."
Buffy didn't want to talk about Melinda. But, it was time to behave
like an adult...not a spoiled little girl. "You said...that you've never
told Melinda that you love her." She took a deep breath before she
went on. "Do you....love her?"
Spike took her hands and led her over to the sofa. Sitting down,
he pulled her down beside him. "Buffy...I love YOU. You know I do.
And Melinda knows it, too. I was straight with her from the start."
Her heart was doing cartwheels. Spike still loved her! She wasn't
too late!
~~~~~~~~~~
"The
night is silent, and Christmas is here
I
couldn't ask for more than having you near
I love
you, girl, I always will
And now I
know the moment is right
The
moment is right..."
~~~~~~~~~~
She opened her mouth to return the sentiment, but he placed one finger on her lips, hushing her.
"Don't," he said, shaking his head. "Don't say something in the heat of the moment that you might not really mean, something you'll...regret later. I can live without it...for now. So long as I know you don't hate me."
Buffy was about to press her point, then changed her mind. He was right. It might not sound completely sincere at the moment. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was buying him off with false feelings and words spoken just to hold on to him.
Besides...actions ALWAYS spoke louder than words.
Scooting closer, she slipped her hands behind his neck and drew him down to her lips. The kiss started off
slow and sweet, then caught fire.
Spike deepened the kiss, using his tongue to part her lips. Buffy clung to him, afraid that she might
slide to the floor in a quivering heap if she didn't hold on tight.
Their tongues met and mated, chasing from his mouth to hers, then back to his. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her onto his lap.She could feel the heat rising inside of them both.
One thing their relationship had never lacked, whether it was all about hate or all about desire, was passion. They had it in spades. A never ending supply of it that burned hotter between them than with anyone else in their respective pasts.
How could they NOT be meant for each other?
Leaving her mouth, Spike kissed the soft curve of her cheek, then traveled to her ear, biting delicately on the lobe, making Buffy giggle.
"I like that sound," he whispered. "Do it again." His fingers found the sensitive nape of her neck and tickled her there, producing the desired laughter.
In all their writhing around, the top button of Buffy's pajama jacket had popped open. Spike immediately began kissing and licking a moist trail over her flushed skin.
Her breathing was escalating, when the mantle clock suddenly chimed midnight.
They pulled back and smiled, truly open and
delighted expressions of mutual joy.
"Happy Christmas, love."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "MERRY Christmas. This is America and we say merry. Happy is for new years."
"Fine. Merry Christmas," he amended, reaching for his coat and extracting a small box from the inner pocket. "Got something for you."
~~~~~~~~~~
"I've
been waiting to give this gift tonight
I'm down
on my knees, there's no better time
It's
something to last for as long as you live
Tonight
I'm gonna give you all my heart can give.."
~~~~~~~~~~
He handed her a small, blue velvet box.
Biting her lower lip in anticipation, she took it from
him and opened the lid.
"Oh, gosh," she whispered, staring in amazement
at the content of the box, a three strand collar of
pearls, joined together by a delicate, shell pink cameo
that would lie in the hollow at the base of her throat
when the choker was fastened around her neck.
"D'ya fancy it, love?" Spike asked. He could see very
well that she did, but hearing it was nice, too.
"It's beautiful," she breathed. "The most beautiful necklace
I've ever seen." Lifting the treasure from it's velvet bed,
she turned her back and asked him to put it on her.
Smoothing her hair away from the nape of her neck, he
dropped a soft kiss there before he fastened the clasp.
Being utterly female, she had to run and see how it
looked. After admiring herself in the mirror at the foot
of the stairs, she turned back to Spike and gave him a
dazzling smile. "I love it. Thank you."
Holding her gaze with his, he stood up and paced
slowly towards her. "Well, it was my mother's," he
said.
Buffy looked at him, surprised and touched at his
wonderful offering. "Then I'll treasure it even more,"
she replied simply, kissing him with tender intent.
When they parted, he gave her that wicked smirk
that he'd perfected to an art form. "I've got more, ya
know."
"Oh, you do, huh?" Buffy replied, smiling back at
him.
"Mm-hmm. It was all I took from the house after she
died." He winked at her. "Play your cards right and
it'll all be yours."
She stood there, placing her hands on her hips. "Boy,
you must think I'm a real pushover for handsome men with
a box of diamonds," she teased. "Is that your new plot...to
bribe me with your family jewels until I..."
She was cut off when his hand darted out and grabbed
her's, hauling her closer. "Do you know what I do to clever
little girls who make jokes about my 'family jewels' ?"
"Take them to bed and fuck them until they can't walk
straight?" she suggested hopefully.
"That's right," he said. "Good guess."
Swinging her up into his arms and eliciting a startled
squeal from her, he carried her back into the living
room and dropped to his knees, laying her on the
carpet beside the Christmas tree.
~~~~~~~~~~
"I
thought I'd give you something shiny and new
I tried
to find something worthy of you
But I
realized when I looked inside
There's
some things that money can't buy.."
~~~~~~~~~~
Lowering himself down beside her, he pulled her
close. "Buffy...let me make love to you," he said,
smoothing her hair back from her face. "It's been so
long."
"I know," she whispered. "Feels like forever."
With no hesitation, no second guessing herself, she
began to undo the remaining buttons on her pajama
top.
Spike was blatantly staring as she bared her breasts
for him. "Bloody hell," he muttered. "I'd almost forgotten
how gorgeous you are."
Taking her mouth in a long drugging kiss, moving one
hand down her side, then up to her breasts. He touched
her gently, fighting the urge to cup and weigh them in
his palm.
Using his thumb, he stroked her nipples, feeling them
stiffen.
Buffy arched her back and moaned. Unable to stop
himself he bent his head and took one hard peak into
his mouth, sucking on it and flicking it with his tongue.
The sounds she made drove him wild. Breathless and
eager, she panted and writhed in his arms.
Licking her warm skin, he moved to her other breast,
giving it the same attention.
As he sucked and nipped her, Buffy sent her hand down
to find the front of his pants. She popped open the top
snap, then fumbled for the zipper. His erection was
exerting an enormous amount of pressure, and it didn't
take much effort to free it from the confining denim.
~~~~~~~~~~
"I feel
the magic whenever you're near
I feel it
even more this time of year
Because I
love you girl, and I always will
And now I
know the moment is right
The
moment is right..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, she remembered this from their one night together. Impossible to forget, she decided, looking at him now.
She'd been surprised by the size and the attractiveness of his 'male parts' when he'd first removed his pants and given her a good long look at them.
Buffy had never found anything all that appealing about the sight of a man's penis. To her, they simply looked a bit silly when they were soft...all curled up like half a cashew lying between their legs. "Penis envy" was only a dimly remembered discussion topic in her psych class. Personally, she couldn't see anything to envy about them. She herself would have been far too worried about catching it in a zipper and accidentally amputating it. There was too much there to remember to tuck in and keep safe, and she much preferred owning the female model...the one that kept the important parts carefully concealed until one was ready to use them. Even in a state of hardness, she'd never been that impressed with the sight of a penis.
Until she'd gotten a look at Spike's. Then she'd understood what all the fuss was about.
Truly an "ivory shaft", Spike's phallus had beaten out Riley's, Parker's, AND Angel's in both the size and beauty category. It had appeared to be about 10 inches long, although she certainly hadn't had the nerve to ask for his measurements. With silky skin stretched tautly over what felt like a steel rod, she had fondled and played with it until it grew to incredible proportions.
Spike had also been the hands down winner of the 'knowing how to use it' portion of the competition. He'd "used it" to drive her wild no less than seven times.
~~~~~~~~~~
"I've
been waiting to give this gift tonight
I'm down
on my knees, there's no better time
It's
something to last for as long as you live
Tonight
I'm gonna give you all my heart can give.."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Are you just gonna sit and
stare at it, or did you have something else in mind?"
Spike's voice sounded amused, dragging her back from her pleasant memories to the even more pleasant reality.
Giving him a sassy smile, she wrapped her fingers around his dick and squeezed it firmly, making him gasp.
"I definitely have something else in mind," she informed him, moving her hand up and down.
Then, she pushed him onto his back and slipped down between his legs. She pulled his boots off and removed his jeans, tossing them onto the sofa.
Settling herself comfortably, she licked her lips and reached for his erection. A drop of semen formed at the tip and she immediately rubbed it back into the firm skin.
Spike groaned deep in his throat. His fingers slid into her hair and urged her forward. "Come on, Buffy...don't tease me," he rasped.
She smiled. "Tell me what you want."
Looking down, he met her eyes with his. "Take it in your mouth and suck it."
Buffy felt a delicious shiver crawl up and down her
spine. Something else that really turned her on, something she'd no awareness of until Spike had clued her in to it....she liked dirty talking during sex.
She liked it a lot!
Spike spoke it fluently. There was something about his voice, so deep and insinuating, that turned a perfectly good, old fashioned, Anglo-Saxon word like "fuck" into poetry.
And when he added the word
'me', she tingled all the way from her head to her toes. Whether he whispered it...shouted it...groaned it...she didn't care. Hearing it made her feel powerful and supremely feminine.
Buffy did as he asked, enveloping him in the wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue slid up and down his cock, treating it like a stick of hard candy.
His fingers tightened in her hair as his eyes drifted shut. Oh, no...that wouldn't do.
"Watch me," she said, then reclaimed her sizable prize and sucked it, deeply and rhythmically.
Spike raised himself on one elbow, his eyes glued to the magical joining of his dick and her mouth. It was a splendidly erotic sight, and it drove his lust for her sky high.
Buffy brought her free hand into play. She cupped and fondled his scrotum, feeling it shift and tighten
in her gentle grasp, all without ever breaking eye contact with her lover.
Tasting salty drops of ejaculate, she swirled her tongue around the head of his shaft, gathering them and then swallowing them down.
Spike's entire body shuddered. He dragged her back up and kissed her long and hard on the mouth, probing with his tongue. Rolling her onto her back, he yanked her pajama bottoms off so roughly that they tore.
Heedlessly casting aside the damaged garment, he pushed Buffy's legs apart and buried his face between them. He licked her hard, using long strokes of his tongue, then stiffened it and shoved it up into her as far as he could force it to go.
In and out, it slithered, creating an aching need that she would do anything to satisfy. Her own fingers crept down to touch herself, but he shoved her hand away.
"Mine," he growled. Fastening his mouth around her clit, he sucked it hard and fast...making her scream...making her come. Twice.
He lifted his head, staring down at her with eyes that were dark, hungry, and primal. "More?"
Trying to bring her mind down out of the atmosphere, she held out her arms and raised her hips. The invitation was quite clear, and he didn't need to be asked twice.
As he mounted her, she felt the head of his cock slide down over her sensitized clit, finding the entrance to her body with no trouble.
Spike plunged all the way in. Flexing his hips, he drove into her hard and deep, possessing all of her completely. Body, mind, heart and soul...all of it was for him.
As he pumped in and out of her in a steady rhythm, he babbled in her ear, telling her that he loved her, that he would always...ALWAYS...love her, no one else, and that she was so beautiful...so hot and wet and so fucking tight!...always so tight...and he wanted to stay inside of her forever...wanted to spend the rest of his existence fucking her...doing it for her...making her scream...making her come...because she got so much tighter when it happened...so tight the way she clamped down on him...her sweet little pussy just strangled his dick...and didn't it feel good?...wasn't it just perfect?...how could he have even thought about not coming back?...stupid git, that's what he was...cause he needed her...her mouth and her body and her tight little cunt...needed her warm and wet around his cock...and he loved her...he loved her...he LOVED HER!
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"You know
I'll always be true to you
And you
know I'm the one you can turn to
Anytime..anyplace..or anywhere
You know
that I'll always be there..."
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Spike rocked against her,
feeling all her internal muscles pull and tighten and clench around his invasion. The wetness her body was producing bathed his shaft in blessed heat. It was like nothing he'd ever felt with any other woman.
Thrusting deeper still, so hard that her ass was being nudged along the carpet, he stared into her eyes and saw something he hadn't seen before.
She belonged to him now. Buffy was giving herself totally into his keeping...her heart as well as her body...and she was trusting him to do right by her.
He silently vowed to do just that.
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"I've
been waiting to give this gift tonight
I'm down
on my knees, there's no better time.."
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Their bodies slammed together, bucking and arching. Their voices rang through the silent house,
grunting and moaning, sometimes growling with sheer pleasure.
The need for completion coiled in both their bellies, making them work for it. Spike pounded into her, holding nothing back. Buffy planted her feet flat
on the rug and rammed her hips up to meet his down thrusts, digging her nails into his back and leaving long red scratches on his skin.
Harder and faster and hotter...they went at it for what seemed like hours, using every part of themselves to give and receive every scrap of satisfaction they could.
When the tidal wave of orgasm was finally upon them, they abandoned themselves to it as it stretched their nerves to the breaking point one...last...time...
She cried when it was over. Clinging to him as though he might disappear from her arms if she
didn't, she apologized for the thoughtless, careless words she'd flung at him before.
He held her close, calming her fevered body and soothing her jangled soul underneath the soft glow of colored Christmas lights.
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"It's
something to last for as long as you live
Tonight
I'm gonna give you all my heart can give.."
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Part seven....
(A few days later)
Standing in front of her full length mirror, Buffy studied her reflection carefully. Fairly pleased, and
a little embarrassed by the sight looking back at her, she gave herself an encouraging smile. Life was good.
Tonight....it was gonna get better.
After a lot of soul searching, she had decided that this was the night to tell him how much she loved him.
Originally, she had planned to wait until New Year's Eve for the big confession. It seemed like the perfect occasion for such words. Everything was renewed, and the world was given another chance to get things right.
But she'd spent a lot of time with him since their Christmas reunion, and she'd been finding it more and
more difficult to keep her feelings to herself. There was no way she was going to make it to New Year's Eve without spilling her guts.
A quick reassessment of her situation had brought about an alternate plan. She would tell Spike tonight, and
save New Year's Eve for the big 'unveiling' to her friends. It was an ideal solution, and just maybe Xander would be drunk enough to accept it without a big fuss.
Still, she'd wanted to do something special this night. Granted, confessing her love would be special enough for him, she was sure, but she felt the need for something more...something fun and silly...and just a little bit naughty.
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Her hands were moist, and they slipped on the doorknob as she attempted to open her bedroom door.
Standing at the top of the stairs, she called down to the man waiting for her. "There's a CD in the player. Hit track one and sit down on the couch," she instructed.
"Why? What are you doing up there?" Spike's voice came back to her.
Buffy sighed. "You'll see in a minute," she replied, crossing her fingers and hoping she wasn't about to make a great big fool of herself. "Now, do it!"
"Yes, ma'am."
A few seconds later, the music started. Taking a deep breath for courage, she placed her dainty red high-heeled shoe on the top step and headed downstairs.
When she hit the bottom step, she struck a seductive pose and began to lip sing along with the CD.
"Santa,
baby...just slip a sable under the tree for me
Been an
awful good girl, Santa, baby
So hurry
down the chimney tonight.."
Sitting on the sofa, Spike's
eyes widened. "Holy Christ
on a fucking cross," he muttered under his breath, licking his lips at the spectacle before him.
Buffy smiled seductively. This was going to work out fine.
Holding on to the banister, she leaned forward and gave him a look at her cleavage.
"Santa,
baby...a 54 convertible too, light blue
I'll wait
up for you, dear
Santa,
baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.."
The minute the mall had opened it's doors for business this morning, she had been there. Ignoring all the tempting sale offers from her favorite stores, she had headed for the lingerie shop where she'd spotted
Spike and Melinda.
Shuddering at the memory, she had bypassed the sexy elf costume and found something even better...a red velvet teddy with frothy white lace trim, along with a red garter belt and lace stockings. She had found the red high heeled sandals in Payless, and finished the costume with a plush red 'Santa Hat', complete with a white ball of fluff on the end of it, that she'd located on the ' 70% off all Christmas items' table in Spencer's, along with a pair of red satin, elbow length gloves.
"Think of
all the fun I've missed
Think of
all the boys I haven't kissed
Next year
I could be just as good
If you'll
check off my...Christmas list.."
As she moved across the room,
she purposely swung
her hips suggestively and blew him a kiss.
Whatever she'd thought she was doing, at least it was a smashing success. Spike was grinning like an
idiot as she placed her foot on the sofa next to him and ran one hand down her thigh.
"Santa,
baby, I want a yacht and that's really not...a lot!
Been an
angel all year, Santa, baby
So hurry
down the chimney tonight.."
After taking a long hot bath in
a tub filled with fragrant
bubbles, she had washed and dried her hair, then curled it until it bounced around her face in shining waves.
She had gone heavier on the make up than she normally did, using a lot of blended shadow on her eyes, then out-lining them with a dark brown liner. Several strokes of her mascara wand had lengthened her lashes. Her cheeks were a dusky rose color, and her lipstick was scarlet red. A light coat of gloss made them sexy and moist looking."
"Santa,
honey...one little thing I really need, the deed
To a
platinum mine
Santa,
baby...so hurry down the chimney tonight."
Spike was slumped back against the sofa, his jaw sagging, and his eyes riveted on every move she made.
She placed her hands on her hips, and then slowly slid them up her sides. Thrusting her breasts forward, she ran one teasing finger down between them.
Buffy couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun...not including her sexual escapades with
her favorite vampire.
"Santa,
cutie...come fill my stocking
With a
place for two...and you!
Sign your
X on the line, Santa, cutie
And hurry
down my chimney tonight.."
He was going to try and grab
her, she could tell.
The moment before his hands actually made contact with her chest, she spun around and presented him
with her backside. He chuckled softly, and she planted one high heeled foot on either side of his
outstretched legs, glancing coyly over her shoulder at him.
"Come and
trim my Christmas tree
With some
decorations bought at...Tiffany
I really
do believe in you
Let's see
if you believe in me.."
The room was dimly lit, just
the tree lights and a
nice little fire on the hearth. Dawn was away for
the weekend, the front door was dead-bolted against visitors, and the phone was off the hook.
Still facing away from him, Buffy peeled off her gloves and tossed them away. Then, she turned and
knelt on the sofa cushions, straddling Spike's lap.
Taking off her hat, she tossed her head to shake her hair around her face and shoulders.
"Santa,
baby...forgot to mention one thing, a ring
Not the
kind on the phone, Santa, baby
So, hurry
down my chimney tonight.."
Wiggling in his lap, she heard
him gasp. He
lifted his hips to press his groin against her bottom as she ran her hands up under her hair, lifting it off her neck, then letting it fall.
Buffy grabbed the front of his shirt in both hands and pulled him forward until their lips almost touched.
"Yeah,
hurry down my chimney.....tonight!"
Before he could say a word, she kissed him..long and hard, with every bit of love she felt in her heart, then pulled back and smiled into his dazed eyes and whispered her Christmas message...
"I love you."
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"No...leave those on. I like 'em.."
"Okay...ah...harder..."
"You're all wet, love...juicy as a peach."
"Want a taste..oh, God...yeah."
"How do these come off? I don't...oh! Snaps. Handy."
"Shit...is this belt soldered together or something?"
"Let me...just...there, now give me your hand. Put it right...there...tighter, love...ah, yeah...that's my girl...my pretty girl."
"Does that feel good?...do you want...oh, it does, doesn't it? Harder? Faster? It's up to you, baby."
"Don't tease me, little girl...s'dangerous...come on, use your tongue...suck harder...thass it...slide it in and out...mmm...fuck, you're good at that...ahhh!"
"My turn now...lie down...ah-ah...keep your hands to yourself...I'll give it to you...ohhhh....deeper...come on....all the way in...oh...oh, yes...I'm...what are you doing?"
"Turning the tables, love...come on, now...on your hands and knees...let me just...ahh...slide it in you...gonna fuck you all night long, lover...that's it....move your ass back...harder...you can do it...ah, FUCK!"
"Ah!...ah!...yeah!...do it!...feels so good...you're the best, baby...Spike!...touch me...touch me...here."
"I will, love...gonna make my girl feel good...fuck, you're so wet...slick and hot...want me to play with it? Rub it?"
"Oh, god, oh god, oh god...Spike...make me...make me come...I'm so...so
close... harder... harder... I'm...oh, I'm just...so......"
"Come on, baby....come for me....do it....want to see it...smell it...unh!...yeah!...you gonna come, love? You ready...ready...I...I can't wait, Buffy...I'm gonna
come...inside you...in your sweet...little....ahhhhh, SHIT! YEAH! Ohhhh....fucking hell...I...I think you pulled it right...off..."
"What...what are YOU panting...for?"
"Fucked...fucked if I know..."
"Poor baby....come here."
"Buffy?"
"What?"
"Say it again."
"I love you, Spike. I love you..."
"Good."
THE END
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