Part 1
"Do you think it would work?" Willow asked as she dug into the plastic bag.

"I don't see why it wouldn't," Challie answered. She tossed a Jelly Belly into her mouth. As soon as she bit down, she spit the candy out. "Yuck!"

"What's wrong?"

"Buttered popcorn flavor. How the hell did that get in there?" The two red heads peered into their bag of candy to find more of the offensive jelly beans. "I swear fate has it in for me. Even when I mix my own flavors I always seem to get one popcorn bean."

Willow returned her attention to their plan. "What if it doesn't work?" She was definitely very nervous about the plan her friend had devised.

Challie rolled her blue eyes. "Willow, what do you have to loose?"

Her green eyes closed for a moment to think. "My dignity?" she suggested.

"What's a little pride when it comes to something like this?" she challenged. *This had better work or else Willow will kill me,* she thought.

The dorm room door opened and Buffy entered. She tossed her cell phone on her bed. "Hey, Wills. Challie. I hate that stupid phone. Damn thing never works. How does it expect people to call me when there's no signal."

"It's only a cell phone, Buffy. You know. An inanimate object. It doesn't really think anything," Willow tired to explain.

Challie smiled at the blonde. "Hey, Buffy. Got a joke for you."

The Slayer groaned. Challie's jokes never made much sense to her. "What?"

"Why did the blonde girl have such a deep belly button?" Challie asked.

"I don't know why?" Buffy asked.

"Cuz her boyfriend was blonde, too." At Buffy's confused look Challie fell over laughing.

Willow hit her friend's shoulder, but couldn't contain her giggles. "That was really bad."

She shrugged her shoulders. "I just can't help myself," she said. Glancing at her watch she realized how late it was. "Oh. I got to jet. I'll see you later, Willow. Are you going to do it or not?" she asked as she grabbed a handful of candy.

"I don't know. Maybe," Willow sighed.

"If you do, I want a full report," Challie said before closing the door behind her.

"Do what?" Buffy asked.

Willow looked at her friend. "Nothing. Just a project I was thinking about doing."

"Oh." Buffy grabbed some of the Jelly Bellies from the bag. "Now that she's gone, will you explain that joke to me?" she asked.

Willow laughed. "Sure."

****
"So can we use your apartment for the party or not?" Willow asked Spike. She sat on the kitchen counter while Spike moved around the room getting his breakfast.

"Why can't you use Xander's place? It's his girlfriend after all," he sighed.

"It's a surprise party. You don't have to do anything. I'll take care of everything. I'll decorate and clean up afterwards," she said. *Please, say yes.*

Spike pulled a soda out of his fridge and handed it to the red head. "It's just going to be the Scooby Gang, right? I don't want a lot of strangers messing up my place," he warned.

She jumped off the counter and gave him a hug. "Thank you, Spike!"

Spike bit back a groan as her breasts pressed up against his chest. "I didn't say yes, yet." Willow pulled back and gave him her best "please say yes" puppy face. "Okay, fine. You can use the flat, but I'm not helping," he said firmly.

"That's fine. No problem. I'll take care of everything. In fact, as soon as the sunsets why don't you go out and come back in a couple hours so that way you won't get in the way."

Spike pulled his mug out of the microwave. "Kicked out of my own bloody place," he mumbled. "What time is everyone supposed to show up?"

"Around nine," she said.

"Fine."

****
As the door closed behind him, Willow rushed to call Challie. "Okay, he's gone. Get your butt up here and help me," she ordered.

Challie knocked on the door five minutes later. She had her backpack slung over her shoulder. "How long do we have?" she asked.

"A couple of hours. Think that's enough time?" Willow asked.

Challie looked at her friend. "We're planning a seduction, Wills. Not an invasion." She opened her bag and pulled out a CD. "Here put this in," she said.

Willow looked at the disc. "Animaniacs? Oh, yeah that will get him in the mood," she said sarcastically.

"It's just to keep you from going insane while we prepare, dummy."

She popped the disc into Spike's stereo. The bubbly music poured out of the speakers. "Forgot Spike likes to play his music at 40,000 decibels," she said as she turned down the volume. "What else do you have?"

The two of them quickly moved around the apartment setting candles in various locations. After they finished the living room, they entered the bedroom. Both of them stared in awe of the king size bed.

Challie looked at Willow. "I am totally jealous, you know that."

"You've never even met Spike."

"Anyone who has red satin sheet on the bed for everyday use is a keeper. Okay, let's get to work."

Willow set candles on the dresser and nightstands. She picked up the discarded cigarette packs and threw them into the trash. When she picked up the beer can on the nightstand she noticed the CD. "He uses Britney Spears as a coaster?" she asked.

Challie draped red silk scarves over the lamp shades. "From what you've told me about Spike, it sounds like the only use he would have for a Britney Spears CD," she said. She glanced at her watch. "Okay, you have half an hour to get ready. I'm out of here."

The two red heads gathered the garbage and Challie left. Willow quickly changed the CD for something a little more romantic than "The Ballad of Magellan". Once soft strains of music filled the room, Willow snapped her fingers. The candles through out the apartment blazed to life. "Glad you taught me that one, Chal," she said as she returned to the bedroom.

She stripped off her jeans and tee shirt. Tossing them in the closet she slid into the bed. While she waited for Spike to return for the "surprise party" she tried several poses against the red satin sheets. She checked her reflection in the full length mirror on the closet door.

Her white skin seemed to glow against the crimson material and her emerald green bra and panties contrasted sharply against the color. "Looks like I'm a damn Christmas present instead of a birthday gift," she muttered.

"Looks pretty good to me, pet," Spike said from the doorway.

Willow looked up sharply at his voice. Her pose had set her on the edge of the bed and her sharp movement caused her to slide off the bed onto the floor. "Spike! You're back," she said from the carpet.

He moved across the room and pulled her to her feet. "Got bored. And it is my apartment," he said. He looked down into her bright green eyes. "I know it's been a while, but I don't remember this being what one wears to a surprise party."

"I kind of lied about that part. It's a surprise party for you."

"Me? Please don't tell me that Slutty and the others are going to show up dressed like that. I may loose my dinner," he said.

Willow took a slight step back. "Uhm. No. It was just going to be me and you." When Spike didn't respond, she looked around nervously. "You know what? Never mind. It was a stupid idea. I'll just go." She rushed to the closet to get her clothes.

Spike saw that the satin panties she wore were thong style and he had to close his eyes to keep control over his baser instincts. "Where are you going?" he asked.

Willow pulled her tee shirt over her head. She knew her face was on fire. "Home," she said. "To kill Challie," she mumbled.

Spike pulled the jeans from her hands and tossed them over his shoulder. "Before I get to unwrap my present?" he asked. "That doesn't seem entirely fare."

She looked up into his blue eyes. "You want me to stay?" she asked.

He lowered his head and captured her mouth with his own. His hands cupped around the bare cheeks of her ass and pulled her tight against his budging erection. "What do you think?" he asked once he pulled back slightly.

Willow tried to catch her breath. "Think about what?" she asked distractedly.

With a chuckle, he lifted the surprising red head into his arms and carried her to his bed. He laid her down and pulled his black cotton tee shirt off while she removed her own.

"Happy Birthday, Spike," Willow whispered before she pulled him down on top of her.

Part 2
Willow sighed as her bare skin brushed against the satin sheets. Spike captured her gasp of breath in his mouth as he kissed her. He ran his tongue over her lips and she opened up to receive him. He stroked the inside of her mouth gently as her hands roamed over his smooth chest. She flicked her thumb over his nipple.

Spike arched his straining erection into her hip. A low groan came from throat as Willow deepened the kiss and dug her short nails into his back. His hands slid along her sides to cup her satin clad breasts. Pulling his mouth from hers, Spike kissed along her jaw and neck. He licked the swell of her creamy breast.

She arched off the bed as his cool tongue danced its way over her breast and pulled her hard nipple into his mouth. He laved the pebble of flesh through her bra. He bit down gently. Willow dug her nails deeper into his arms. When his hand slid down her flat tummy she stopped. "Wait. Spike, stop," she panted.

He paused. "What's wrong?" he asked. *Please, don't change your mind.*

She pushed him off her; he flopped onto his back. She stared at the ceiling trying to catch her breath. "Sorry about that. This isn't going the way I planned," she said.

"Was working for me," he mumbled under his breath.

"Oh not that. I mean. I still want to. But this is your birthday present, not mine," she said in a rush. She propped herself up on an elbow and looked down at him.

He stared into her bright green eyes. "You do know it's not actually my birthday, don't you?"

"Yeah, but Shoebox doesn't make cards for Turning into a Vampire Day," she giggled.

He chuckled. "So what exactly did you have planned?" he asked.

"I was going to make love to you," she said with a blush.

Spike cocked an eyebrow at her. "What do you call what we were just doing?"

"You were making love to me."

"Oh." He didn't really understand the difference, but as long as Willow wasn't walking out the door he wasn't going to complain. "So what's next?"

Willow straddled his thighs. She leaned forward and stretched full length on top of him. She could feel his hard length throbbing against her stomach. Propping her chin on his chest, she smiled at him. "Oh, I thought I'd start here," she said as she licked his hard nipple. When she nipped at it with her teeth, he growled as the sensation went straight to his aching cock. "Then I figured I'd move here," she said. She dropped moist kisses across his chest and stomach. Her tongue dipped into his navel.

He threaded his fingers through her fiery hair. Her lips and tongue danced over his skin. He thought he would explode right then and there when her small hand stroked his denim covered cock. She tugged at the button and zipper.

"And I planned on finishing somewhere around here," she whispered as his cold hard length came into view. She wrapped her fingers around him and slid her hand from base to tip. His hips arched off the bed as she applied just the right amount of pressure. Willow looked up at his face as she lowered her mouth to envelop the seeping tip of his cock.

Spike's blue eyes rolled back into his head as her tongue stroked him. He dug his fingers into the bedsheets. As her mouth worked up and down, one of her hands worked its way into his jeans to cup his heavy balls. As he felt the familiar tingling there he pulled her off him.

"What's wrong?" she asked as he jumped off the bed.

He frantically pushed his black denim jeans to the floor and kicked them off. "Nothing." He pounced on her and sat on her thighs just like she had done. "Want to enjoy my present for longer than five minutes is all."

Willow stared up at him. She could see the tint of gold in his blue eyes and she knew he was close to the edge. With a wicked smile she reached out and stroked his throbbing cock. A thrill of satisfaction ran through her as he shuttered slightly and closed his eyes.

Spike grabbed her wrists and held them over her head. "Oh, no, you don't," he growled. He planned on thoroughly enjoying her. He lowered his head and pulled her nipple into his mouth. With one hand still encircling her wrists he unclipped the front clasp of her bra. Brushing aside the emerald satin, he admired her pale creamy flesh.

Willow arched into him as he tongue laved her heated flesh. As he continued to kiss and lick her flushed body, she didn't even realize her wrists were free. When he reached her panties, he curled his fingers around the thin waistband. She arched her hips slightly to assist in their removal.

Spike tossed the green satin over his shoulder and knelt between her thighs. His blue eyes traveled over her body. He could hear her heart racing beneath her breast; her arousal filled the air around him.

Willow was starting to get worried. "Spike?" she asked hesitantly.

With a grin and a wiggle of his brow, he lowered himself onto her. "Just enjoying the few for a moment, pet," he sighed as he probed her moist slit with his cock.

She threaded her fingers through his short blonde hair, pulling his face towards her. As she thrust her tongue into his mouth, he thrust into her. Her head fell back as his length filled her. While she'd had sex before, it had been a long time and Oz didn't possess Spike's attributes.

Spike closed his eyes for a second as he tried to remain still. She was so tight. He looked down at her exposed throat. Her jugular throbbed beneath her creamy skin. Lowering his mouth he sucked at the delicate skin. He had to push the demon back to keep from biting her. Oh, how he wanted to bite. Slowly he began to move within her hot channel.

As he moved inside her, Willow could feel the sensation his sucking was causing in her lower body. *I wonder...* she thought distractedly. When Spike began to move faster, she could feel the ridges forming on his brow. He pulled away from her neck, but she held him down. "Bite me, Spike," she whispered as her orgasm began to build.

At first he thought he was hearing things, but when she began to beg he realized it was true. Not wanting to get carried away he moved away from her vulnerable neck to the swell of her breast. He scratched at her thin skin with his fangs. He wanted to give her a chance to say no.

Willow knew she was just on the brink. "Damn it, Spike. Bite me!" she growled. When his fangs finally pierced her skin and he began the gentle sucking, her body exploded into the best orgasm she'd ever had. "Oh, Goddess! Spike!"

Spike thrust into her faster as her blood spilled onto his tongue. He'd never tasted anything so sweet. He reached down between their joined bodies and rub her clit. When her body arched into another climax, he poured his cold seed into her hot body. He licked at the wound while they slowly came down from their sexual high.

Spike rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. His fingers stroked her sweaty back. "Got to say that's the best birthday present I've ever gotten," he whispered.

Willow looked up at him. "I'm glad." Her eyes started to droop and Spike pushed her head back down to onto his chest. After a few seconds they were both sleeping contentedly in each other's arms.

THE END
 

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