"Willow" Spike whined. He glared at her small smile.

"Come on, Spike. You can do it." She said, giving him encouragement.

"Sod off" he cursed, glaring at the dark yard.

"Spoil sport" she said, laughing at his sullen expression. She leaned her head against the porch rail and watched him. They had been together now since Christmas. Almost four entire months. She had never thought she could be so happy. Every day she was so happy that Buffy had given her Spike for Christmas. She honestly could no longer imagine her life without his presence. They shared everything. Their thoughts, their hopes, their dreams, their bodies, their lives. They completed each other, to borrow a corny line from a movie.

"Why did you get Easter?" he asked, kicking at a flower. "Thought you had April Fools day....."

"No, silly. That didn't count, remember? We got each other that weekend." Willow reminded him. She laughed as he walked right past yet another brightly colored egg. "Spike! You aren't even trying."

"This is pathetic" he whined, begging her with those brilliant blue eyes, "I'm a hundred and twenty seven years old, luv. I can't hunt for eggs."

"If you don't, you can't get your surprise." she said, smiling sweetly.

"Fine. I'll find the damn things" he grumbled, suddenly seeing one of the brightly colored eggs in the bushes. He leaned over, picking it up. Looking at it closely, he saw a U written on it. "Got one!"

"Keep going. Seven more" she said, watching his scowl fade as he began to eagerly look for the hidden eggs. He was like a kid, she realized. She had to push him into it, but now he was having fun. She had chosen wisely for her holiday fun.

Spike continued finding eggs until he had seven in his basket. Scowling at the fluffy basket, he wondered if he should continue looking for the last egg. "It's not here."

Willow smirked at his petulant tone, "Well, look in the damn basket."

He glanced at her and then looked at the eggs. Each one had a different letter on it. Suddenly, he smiled. He began to put them in order, reading what they said out loud, "Love you...."

"One letter missing" she said, standing and going inside.

"I" he said, glancing at her with a triumphant look. He saw that she had gone inside and followed behind, the basket still in his hand. He stopped in the doorway, taking in the living room. The basket fell to the floor, the eggs breaking. A sheet was laid over the floor. He saw several containers of body paint, edible sauces and such stacked around the sheet. Willow was laying in the middle of the sheet, nude except for a smile on her pretty face.

"You get to decorate the final letter" Willow said, smirking. "I.....Love you."

Spike started to chuckle as he began to strip, "Oh...I can't wait for this decorating, Red...."

Spike let his eyes roam over Willow's nude body. He smiled as he saw her eyes narrow in desire. This was going to be fun. He'd get to pay her back for her little egg hunt plus he'd enjoy every minute of it. He looked at the assortment of things that he could use to decorate his 'egg'. He turned back to look at her, his eyes serious as he contemplated what to use first.

Willow was slightly disappointed to see the studious look in his eyes. Good grief, she realized. He intended to actually do serious decorating. Damn vampire. He was just making her suffer for that damn hunt. Her and her dumb ideas. She drew in deep breath when she felt his hands pushing her to lay down on the sheet. She closed her eyes and sighed as his large hands roamed over her body, getting a feel for his canvas. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad.....

Spike picked up the small paintbrush and ran a calloused finger over the bristles. It was soft and smooth. Smiling, he reached for an empty bowl and poured half of the bottle of strawberry flavored paint into it. He ran the brush into the thick but sweet smelling pain. He moved the red covered brush over Willow's breast, letting it drip down onto her pale flesh. He smiled as she gasped at the cool feel of it on her. He began to leisurely brush the substance over her right breast, taking deliberate strokes over her nipple. He leaned over, wiping several errant drops away with his tongue. He finished layering the breast in strawberry flavored topping. He then turned to the cinnimon flavored paint. He repeated the same teasing and touching with her left breast.

Willow whimpered as he licked at the space below her breast. Her breathing was ragged as she squirmed under his talented tongue. She rubbed her thighs together, not surprised to find them soaking with her juices. She felt Spike's hand holding them back apart. His finger plunged into her savagely for a few moments before he removed it.

Spike chuckled, "Stay still, Willow. Don't want ruin my decorating job with your sloppy movements....if you continue to move I may have to tie you up for the remainder of my working...can't create a masterpiece with your writhing around like a virgin in heat."

Willow groaned as she realized she couldn't do anything. This was her gift to him....her body as his easel. Damn moron just wanted to torture her. She felt something dribble on her stomach and drew in a breath. His mouth began to lick her ribs where the liquid had slowly dripped. She smiled slightly, maybe this wasn't that bad.....

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Willow cried out as Spike's tongue journeyed down her leg. She felt his hand on her calf, holding her down as he continued to paint her body. She still hadn't opened her eyes. One time she had been about to, but he had chuckled and told her to keep them closed. Knowing he had the ability at that moment to keep her waiting all night, she had done as he had said. Now, she was going insane. It had been two hours since this game had started....he delighted in telling her what time it was every half an hour.

Spike could smell her arousal. It completely permeated the room. She was past the point of foreplay now. He had teased her, and himself, for over two hours. It was time though. He moved between her thighs, his cock positioned against her wet lips. He entered her fully, sinking deep. His balls hit against her as he began to move quickly. Her mouth opened as she growled for more. His mouth claimed hers, their tongues battling. He pulled back, whispering, "Open your eyes, luv."

Willow opened her eyes, looking at him. She smiled, her love for him in her green eyes. She moved against him, her legs wrapping around his waist. She noticed the bright colors that covered her body. Reds, blues, greens, oranges...she even saw purple and yellow. She noticed the colors rubbing onto his skin, the pale flesh soon becoming a myrad of bright colors swirling together. She rolled them over, riding him as fast as she could. She felt one of his hands move to her breast, kneading it roughly. The other hand began to rub her clit as he plunged upwards into her. She let her head fall back, a low groan coming from her mouth as she came, her juices soaking their skin. She felt his hands tighten on her hips as he flipped them again. He thrust into her quickly, their bodies hitting together the only sound besides her soft moans. Soon, he grunted, burying his fangs in her breast as he flooded her with his release.

Willow let her breathing becomming normal before she looked down at them. "Ugh...I think we need a bath."

Spike smirked as he lazily nuzzled her breast, "What? And mess up my artwork?"

She laughed, her hand on his face as she smiled at him, "It is a very good decorating job, Spike BUT I don't fancy spending the remainder of the day covered in who knows what.....it's sticky and just think how fun a bath could be too...."

He laughed, kissing her softly, "You talked me into it, Red.....Happy Easter."

"Happy Easter, Spike" she said, kissing him again. "I love you."

He smiled, "I know. Love you too, Red."

She smiled, his head falling back to lay on her breast. She sighed as she let the soft smells of the paint and toppings drift over her.

"Oh, Will...." Spike said, licking at the topping covering her breast.

"Yeah?"

"Next holiday is mine." He laughed, his eyes full of promise as he began to move inside her again. She just laughed, meeting his thrusts. At least she'd been warned.
 

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