Rating: NC17
Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)
Spoilers: Through end of season 4.
Summary: Spike gives Willow something for her birthday.
Notes: Fluff, the whole fluff, and nothing but the fluff. ** indicate emphasis. Tara who?
Feedback: It's ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don't make me beg, it's not pretty.
E-mail: spikedluv@midtel.net
Distribution: If anybody wants it, please take it. Just tell me where it goes so I can keep track...OK, so I can pull it up and just stare at it for a while!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whoever else they really belong to, although I wouldn't mind having a Spike of my own. Who would?
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It was a hot, sultry Saturday night near the end of the summer and Spike was headed to the Watcher's apartment. He didn't usually attend the research parties, just gave the soddin' Scoobies information when they couldn't find it themselves or killed something when they needed him to.
Spike had balked at attending this meeting, too, it being a Saturday night and all. Not that he had any plans, but they didn't need to know that. However, Giles had glowered at him and said, "Just be there!" He paused to light a cigarette and took a deep drag before continuing on his way.
Spike pushed the front door open without knocking and entered the apartment. The rest of the gang was already there, gathered around the table with books open in front of them, although Willow was the only one doing any actual research. Even Giles looked distracted, Spike noted silently.
"Hey, Spike," Willow briefly looked up from the book she was reading and spoke softly, then quickly turned her attention back to her research.
"Red," Spike returned the greeting. He had heard her heart rate increase when he walked through the door and fought his body's response. He'd often wondered what the cute little redheaded witch would feel like beneath him, but he wasn't sure it would be worth the stake through his heart the slayer'd be sure to give him.
"You're late," Giles accused as he stood from the table.
Spike just shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes.
"Spike!" Buffy practically growled as she also stood. "What are you doing here?"
"Why's Spike here?" Xander yelped.
"Hi, Spike," Anya smiled and gave him a little finger wave before settling back against Xander. He might be an evil demon, but he was hot and gave her something to look at besides these stupid old books.
"Was...*invited*," he sent a sarcastic look toward Giles.
"Why was Spike invited?" Buffy turned her anger on Giles.
"For the...research," Giles replied as he walked toward the kitchen. "Hang your coat up," Giles ordered as he passed Spike.
Spike just rolled his eyes and considered ignoring the...request...he *was* the big bad, after all, and the duster was important to his image, then sighed and slipped it off, hanging it up on the coat rack. At Willow's change in breathing Spike smiled to himself and flexed his biceps.
"We don't need Spike's help with...research," Buffy insisted as she followed Giles into the kitchen.
Maybe getting rid of the duster was a good thing if looking at his manly charms got the witch all hot and bothered. Not that she'd act upon it, or that he would, what with her being best friends with the Slayer, and all, Spike assured himself. Just a bit of harmless fun, was all. Nothing wrong with looking, right? Or with giving her something to look at.
"I think Willow would disagree with you," Giles responded.
"But Giles...,"
"Stop it," he ordered quietly, his tone brooking no argument. "Spike," he called to the blond vampire, "would you come here, please?"
Curious, Spike approached the kitchen.
"Come on!" Giles whispered, waving his hand at Spike. Spike walked into the kitchen and saw a birthday cake that Giles was carefully putting candles on. Across the top in pink frosting it read `Happy Birthday, Willow.'
Spike was stunned. First he was happy that they'd invited him to Willow's birthday party. Then he was angry because they hadn't bothered to tell him and so he'd shown up without a gift. Then Giles shoved a card into his hands and said, "Sign this," as he continued to place the candles.
"Giles!" Buffy protested.
"Buffy," Giles turned on her, "go help Xander clear the table."
"But...," she waved her hand at the unopened card in Spike's hand.
"Go," Giles pointed toward the dining room and Buffy reluctantly left.
"I don't have a present," Spike tried to sound as if he didn't care.
"We all went in on a gift," Giles' voice was muffled from the inside of the refrigerator where he was pulling out the fruit punch he'd made earlier.
"I didn't," Spike insisted.
"You don't have any money," Giles sat the punch on the counter and pulled a ring of sherbet out of the freezer. "But, strangely enough, Willow seems to like you, and since this party is for Willow, you get invited, and you get to sign the card. Maybe you'd consider reimbursing us with future services," he suggested absently as he placed the molded sherbet into a punch bowl and then shook the punch and poured it in.
Spike read the card and then slowly, carefully added his name to the bottom. Giles grabbed the card out of his hand and shoved it into an envelope. Bending over he pulled a brightly wrapped flat, square package out of one of his cupboards and with tape from his utility drawer, affixed the card to the package.
"Giles," Willow complained as she moved toward the kitchen, "Buffy stole my book and she won't give it back!"
Giles turned around and spread his arms as if he could hide the cake, punch and gift from Willow. Spike shook his head and decided to give the Watcher a hand by distracting the redhead.
"Red," he turned around and placed his hands on the counter, peering at her through the window.
"S-Spike," her steps faltered. She stopped walking several feet away from the counter Spike was leaning on and began to wring her hands. Spike could hear her the blood pumping through her body and took the opportunity to look her over.
She was wearing a white tank with little straps that bared her belly. Thank...hell...it wasn't winter, he thought, imagining all that pale flesh covered by one of those fuzzy sweaters she liked to wear. The top was paired with a long purple gauzy skirt with small white flowers and brown sandals. Very nice, Spike thought. Just look, don't touch, he reminded himself.
"That's alright, Willow," Giles joined Spike at the window. "I asked Buffy to clear the table."
"Oh," she responded, her eyes still on Spike's arms and chest. "Um, why?" she asked as she finally dragged her eyes away from the blond vampire's, uh, attributes.
"Oh, well, er...,"
"Turn around," Spike broke into Giles' stammering.
"Huh?" Willow asked.
"Turn around," Spike made a twirling motion with his hand. Willow looked between Giles and Spike.
"Uh, all the way around?" she asked in confusion.
"No," Giles replied soothingly, "just to face the wall."
Willow turned around and Spike raced for the kitchen door as Giles raced for the cake and the matches, colliding in the middle of the kitchen with an "Oomph" and a "Hey, watch where you're going!"
***
Just as she was about to turn around to investigate the sounds coming from the kitchen Willow felt Spike's hands on her shoulders and she shivered. Goddess, he was just so sexy. She knew he was an evil vampire, but that didn't stop her from wanting to look at him, from wanting to touch him.
Although, the fact that he would probably laugh himself silly if she ever let him know that she found him attractive...ha, what an understatement...had been more than enough to make her keep her thoughts, and her hands, to herself. She usually knew when he was coming by and was able to prepare herself to see him.
But tonight she'd been surprised. She hadn't realized that Giles had asked him to come over and she hadn't been able to prepare herself for seeing him, for hearing his voice. She knew her heart had started beating furiously when he'd pushed the door open and entered the apartment. She hadn't even seen him yet, but just the thought that he was there had made her heart race.
And then he'd had the *nerve* to take his duster off! Granted, Giles had told him to, but still, he should have refused, Willow thought. When she'd caught a glimpse of his bare arms and his shoulders, chest and stomach muscles outlined beneath the tight black t-shirt she'd barely been able to breathe.
And now his hands were on her shoulders. He was *touching* her! Her heart was pounding and her breath was coming fast. For a moment she forgot that anyone else was in the room. She wanted to moan and squeeze her thighs together as she felt heat building there.
Spike smiled to himself as he felt her body shudder at his touch and smelled the scent of her arousal. He wanted to throw her on the floor, rip that skirt off of her and bury himself deep within her heat. His grip on her shoulders tightened as he fought for control, then loosened as he turned her and led her toward the table. He sat her at the end facing the kitchen.
Spike looked up to see Giles standing in the living room with the cake in his hands, the candles blazing. He nudged Willow's shoulder as he realized that she hadn't noticed the Watcher yet, part of him pleased that she couldn't easily shake off the affect he had on her.
Willow looked up at Spike's touch and saw Giles. Her brow furrowed in confusion until Anya said, "Aren't we supposed to sing, or something?"
Willow's eyes widened and a smile graced her face as Buffy began, soon joined by the others, an off-tune, but beautiful, nonetheless, version of `Happy Birthday to You'. Giles walked over to the table and sat the cake in front of Willow who was now beaming happily.
"You guys!" Willow managed to say, though she felt choked up.
"Make a wish!" Anya prompted. Willow closed her eyes, remembered the feel of Spike's hands on her shoulders, and made a wish as she blew out the candles.
"What did you wish for?" Anya was practically jumping up and down with excitement.
"I can't tell you," Willow felt herself blushing, "it won't come true, then."
Spike smiled to himself, certain he knew what the witch had wished for as he scented another wave of arousal emanating from her body.
"I'll just get the knife, and plates," Giles headed for the kitchen. "Buffy, would you pour the punch?" he called from the kitchen as he moved the punch bowl from the back counter to the window counter, placing a ladle and several plastic cups next to it.
"Sure," Buffy headed over to do his bidding, counting heads to herself as Spike casually seated himself in the chair to Willow's right.
Giles returned to the table with the knife, a pile of paper birthday plates and a handful of plastic forks. He handed the knife to Willow who stood to cut the cake. She placed large pieces of chocolate cake on the plates and Giles handed them around. Xander helped Buffy carry the cups to the table and soon everyone was seated with punch and cake in front of them.
Willow jabbed her fork into the cake, then looked at everyone sitting around the table. "Thanks, you guys," she said as she raised the fork to her mouth.
"You're welcome, Willow," Giles said.
"Happy Birthday, Wills," Buffy said.
"You deserve it, Wills," Xander patted her arm.
"I love parties," Anya enthused, "especially when there are presents!"
"An!" Xander groaned.
"You didn't get me presents, did you?" Willow demanded of the group as she impaled the cake with her fork.
"Maybe," Buffy answered coyly.
"Getting birthday presents is one of the best things about being human," Anya continued.
"What's *the* best?" Willow asked then blushed as she realized what she'd done. "Never mind!" she cried at the same time Anya said, "Orgasms, of course!"
"Oh, goddess," Willow moaned into the silence.
"What?" Anya asked defensively as she looked at the disapproving stares. "She asked."
"Better get eating, Red," Spike tried to lessen her discomfort, "or you'll never find out if you got a present or not!"
Willow smiled at him in relief as she took another bite of the cake. Spike groaned to himself as he watched her lips close over the plastic fork.
After everyone had their fill of cake, and Anya had commented on the qualities of chocolate as a substitute for sex, Giles and Buffy cleared the dishes away while Xander refilled the cups with punch. Moments later, Giles and Buffy walked out of the kitchen together, with Buffy carefully carrying the flat package that Spike had seen earlier in the kitchen. Giles took his seat as Buffy walked around the table and placed the package in front of Willow.
Willow bounced in her seat and then pulled the card off of the package. She read the card out loud and smiled as she saw everyone's name at the bottom. She looked around the table, sharing a smile with each of her friends. When her eyes fell on Spike her breath hitched and she blushed as she turned her attention back to the package in front of her.
She began to carefully peel the paper away until Xander cleared his throat. With a grin she tore into the paper and then froze as she stared at the box inside.
"Oh, my goddess," she breathed. "Oh...oh...oh!" tears filled her eyes and spilled over onto her cheeks. "You *guys*!" she admonished them even as she was tearing at the box to get to the contents. "You *shouldn't* have," she lovingly caressed the latest in laptop technology that lay before her.
"Do you like it?" Anya asked. "They said you'd like it, although I suggested something a little more personal."
"An," Xander said, "you suggested sex toys and lingerie."
"Isn't that more personal?" she asked.
"Maybe a little *too* personal," Xander explained...again.
"Unfortunately," Giles said, "you'll have to trade your old one in, but we knew you had information on there you'd want to transfer, so..."
"I *love* it!" Willow exclaimed. She stood up and moved around the table hugging each of her friends in turn, Xander, Anya, Giles and Buffy. When she got to Spike she hesitated.
"Happy Birthday, Red," Spike said with a little nod, letting her know she didn't have to hug him. Although he wanted her to, he knew it would be a bad idea to feel her body against his.
"Thanks, Spike," Willow whispered as she leaned down and threw her arms around his neck. Spike, startled, took a moment to respond, then placed his arm around her and hugged her back, savoring the feel of her small, soft body in his arms.
"Welcome, Red," his breath tickled her neck and Willow felt her nipples harden. Blushing even more she pulled away and resumed her seat, turning her attention to the laptop in front of her.
***
An hour later, after everyone had helped themselves to a second piece of cake and more punch and they had sat around the living room talking and laughing while Spike watched Willow, enjoying her reaction to his presence, Buffy announced that she had to go on patrol.
"Yeah, it's getting late," Willow agreed, "I should be going, too." It *was* late, and they *should* all be going, but she didn't really want the night to end. They'd been having so much fun, relaxing, laughing, talking. They didn't do this enough any more.
"Can we go home and have orgasms, now?" Anya asked Xander.
"Uh, An," Xander began, "remember that talk we had?"
Spike tuned the moron out as he watched the expressions cross Willow's face.
"Need a ride, Wills?" Xander asked.
"No, thanks, I think I could use the walk," Willow replied.
"We can walk you home, Wills," Buffy offered as she looked through the weapons trunk and handed a sword to Giles. Willow tried not to look disappointed as she readied herself to accept Buffy's offer.
"I'll walk the witch home," Spike groused. "You two need to go keep the world safe," he stood up and walked over to the coat rack, slinging his duster over his shoulders, but not before he saw a small smile and a look of satisfaction cross Willow's face.
Willow and Spike walked in silence until Spike realized that she was carrying her book bag over her shoulder and the new laptop in her arms.
"Here," he took the laptop out of her hands, "let me carry that for you."
"Oh, uh, thanks," Willow's breath caught in her throat as his hands brushed hers.
"You know," Spike spoke again, "I didn't actually get you a gift. No money," he admitted.
"Th-that's alright," Willow smiled. "You came. To my, um, party, I mean," she clarified, blushing.
"Yeah," Spike agreed, unable to say anything more as he listened to the blood pumping wildly through her body, to her increased breathing and smelled the scent that was purely Willow, vanilla and spice, further perfumed by the heady scent of her arousal.
"I, um, didn't buy you a present," Spike finally found his voice, "but I have something back at the crypt that you might like, if you're interested," he added, trying to sound as if he didn't care whether she took him up on his offer or not.
"You don't have to give me anything, Spike," Willow whispered.
"Whatever," he shrugged indifferently and kept walking.
"Wh-what is it?" Willow asked, heat spreading through her body as she thought about being alone with Spike in his crypt.
Spike smirked down at her and grabbed her hand, changing direction, "C'mon, I'll show ya."
Moments later Spike was opening the door and ushering Willow into his crypt. He lay the laptop box on the seat of his one chair and took his duster off, tossing it over the back of the chair. He lit a couple of candles so Willow could see, took her book bag off of her shoulder and helped her out of her jacket, setting the book bag on the chair with the box and laying her jacket over his on the back of the chair.
His chest rose and fell with unnecessary breaths as he considered what he was about to do. It had better be worth it, he thought as he took Willow's hand and led her to the base of the tomb he used as a bed. He turned her to face the tomb and placed her hand on the side, his hand covering hers.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Willow asked nervously.
"With all the birthday traditions we followed this evening," Spike's voice was deep, low, "the cake, the singing, the wish, the presents...I realized there was one we didn't follow. You know what that is?" he lowered his head so his breath tickled her neck.
"N-no," Willow stammered as her body started to shake. Was she nuts? What was she doing here? He couldn't hurt her because of the chip, but she shouldn't trust him...he was evil, a vampire.
"Think about it," Spike prodded as he ran a finger from her neck down to her lower back, then lower over the curve of her bum until he broke contact with her body.
Oh, goddess, Willow moaned to herself.
Spike lay his palm against her bum and he felt her body tense as she realized what he had in mind.
"S-sp-spanking?!" Willow managed to get out.
"Mmm," Spike agreed as he rubbed his palm over her bum, "the traditional birthday spanking."
"Y-y-you want to s-s-spank me?!" Willow practically yelped.
"Will you let me?" he whispered in her ear and Willow began to shake her head `no'.
"N-n-n," she began, then found herself asking, "will it hurt?" She *must* be nuts, she decided, to even *consider* letting Spike spank her. But the thought of his hands on her body, even though she was fully clothed, was almost more than Willow could bear.
"It'll hurt real good," Spike promised as he licked her neck.
"A-a-alright," Willow's voice squeaked as her legs shook.
"How old are you?" Spike asked as he continued to rub his hand against her.
"N-nineteen," Willow choked out.
"Hold on," Spike told her and Willow's other hand came up to grip the edge of the tomb, "and relax," he urged as he rubbed his hand over her.
Right, she thought, I'll just relax while Spike rubs my butt as a prelude to...to *spanking* me!
"Count," he whispered as he lifted his hand and brought it down with a stinging smack.
"Uhh," Willow moaned as the impact sent pain through her body, which turned to tingles of pleasure. "One."
Spike rubbed her bum then lifted his hand again. Smack. "Two."
Rub. Smack. "Three."
Rub. Smack. "Four."
Rub. Smack. "Five."
Spike moved both hands to her waistband and unzipped her skirt, pulled it free and allowed it to slide down her legs to the floor.
"Spike!" Willow protested feebly as her body still recovered from the stinging slaps. She was so embarrassed. As if it wasn't bad enough that she was leaning over a tomb allowing Spike to spank her, now she was doing it in her undies!
Spike didn't say anything, just rubbed his hand over the white cotton covering her bum reassuringly, then lifted his hand to deliver another stinging slap. Willow moaned as her body registered the pain quickly followed by the pleasure, "Six."
They followed the same pattern, rub, slap, count, until Willow reached fifteen by which time her body was humming. She felt heat and need in her belly as moisture pooled between her thighs.
Willow didn't realize that Spike had stopped spanking her until she felt his fingers at her waistband.
"Oh, no, Spike," Willow groaned as Spike lowered her knickers, letting them fall to the floor with her skirt.
Oh, goddess, she thought, embarrassed and excited at the same time, she was practically naked. In Spike's crypt. With Spike. And his hand was rubbing her again. Willow moaned as she pressed back against his hand.
Spike smiled as he let his fingers slip between her thighs, slick with her juices, then lifted his hand and slapped her.
"Sixteen!" Willow cried in surprise as pain coursed through her body, masked by the pleasure she'd felt as his fingers had explored her most private area.
Spike was so hard he wasn't sure he was going to make it through the spanking. The witch felt and smelled so good. He slipped his fingers between her thighs a second time as his palm rubbed her reddened bum. When Willow began to move against his hand he lifted it and spanked her again.
"Seventeen!" Tease, rub, slap, "Eighteen!" Tease, rub, slap, "Nineteen!" Willow practically cried out the last number, her mind glad it was over, her body wanting more. But Spike wasn't done, yet, and his hand continued to rub her.
"Remember what comes after the spanking?" he whispered against her neck as his hand stroked her bum.
"N-n-no," Willow denied. How did he expect her to think, anyway?
"I'll give you a hint," Spike said as he gently closed his thumb and forefinger on her bum.
"Pinch?" Willow jumped at the gentle pressure.
"Always knew you were the smart one, Red," Spike closed blunt teeth on her shoulder.
"Y-y-you want to *pinch* me?" Willow asked again, her brain fogged with the feelings his touch was evoking. "W-w-where?"
"Right...here," Spike whispered as he ran his fingers down her bum, between her thighs and over her slit until they pressed against her swollen clit.
"Oh, goddess!" Willow's hips bucked against him.
Spike wrapped his other hand around her arm and stood her up. He pulled her back against his chest and slipped his hand beneath her arm, covering her breast and squeezing.
"Let me?" he hissed against her neck just before he nibbled his way down it.
"Yes!" Willow moaned as Spike's fingers rubbed her clit.
"Tell me you want it," he ordered as his fingers played over her body. "Tell me you want *me*."
"Ye-es," she moaned again. "I want it...I want you...please...Spike, I need you," she begged as she writhed on his hand.
Spike moved his hand around to the front of her body and pulled her back more tightly against him. His erection pressed into her back as his fingers stroked her clit. He slipped a finger inside her, letting the heel of his hand rub against her.
Willow lifted one hand to his neck as the other gripped his forearm. She tilted her head back and looked up at him.
"Spike," she whimpered and he lowered his lips to hers, sucking and nipping at them before slipping his tongue between them.
Cor, she was amazing, he thought. He couldn't get enough of her. He slipped his hand beneath her tank and cupped her bare breast, felt the pebbled nipple hard against his palm as he squeezed the mound.
Willow felt her body tensing as she neared her release and she moaned into Spike's mouth. He lifted his lips and watched her face as his fingers brought her to climax.
"Spike...oh, goddess, Spike!" Willow moaned, scrunching her face as pleasure thrummed through her body. "O-oh-h, Spi-ike," she keened as she came, her warm juices flowing over the vampire's hand.
Spike pulled his fingers away from Willow and licked them clean, savoring the taste of her, holding her as her muscles relaxed. Spike turned Willow about and lifted her to sit on the end of the tomb atop his newly purchased comforter. He lifted her shirt and she raised her arms automatically so he could pull it over her head, then slipped her sandals off of her feet and picked her skirt and knickers up off of the floor, piling everything on the chair.
When he turned around Willow's legs were clamped tightly closed and her arms were crossed over her chest.
"Put your arms down," Spike said as he pulled his own shirt off. Willow shook her head `no', her eyes wide with fear and desire as she watched Spike undress. Spike bent down to unlace his boots and then kicked them off. He unbuttoned his pants and stalked over to the tomb.
"Put your arms down, Red," he placed his hands on the tomb on either side of her and leaned in to kiss and lick her neck, working his way down her chest. He slipped his tongue beneath her arm and nudged her hands with his chin until Willow dropped them and Spike could close his mouth over a puckered nipple.
"Spike," she moaned as she clutched at his head, burying her fingers in his hair, pressing his mouth tightly against her. Spike lifted his head to look into her eyes, smiling at the heat he saw there before lowering his mouth to her other breast.
Spike moved his mouth down her belly, licking and kissing, swirling his tongue in her belly button, until he reached her curls. He buried his nose in them and breathed deeply of her scent.
"Let me in," he whispered against her and Willow shuddered. "Let me in, Red," he said again and Willow unclamped her thighs. Spike grabbed her knees and shoved them back, spreading her legs wide. "Lean back, baby," he whispered just before he lowered his head to her.
"Spike," Willow groaned as she fell back onto her elbows, her head falling back on her neck as he pleasured her with his mouth.
"Oh, goddess, Spike!" Willow cried out as he slipped a finger inside her, bending it against her wall as his tongue stroked her clit. She hooked her heels on the edge of the tomb and leaned on one elbow as she grabbed his head with her other hand, simultaneously pressing him against her as she lifted her hips.
"Please, Spike," she begged, "please. Oh, goddess, please. Spike!" she screamed his name as she came.
When her body stopped spasming Willow fell back bonelessly onto the tomb, breathing heavily. Spike lifted his head and stared into her eyes as he licked his lips.
Without looking away from her he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his hips, then kicked them off. He climbed onto the tomb between her legs, hooked his hands beneath her knees and slid her up the tomb.
"What did you do, melt?" he asked. "Good thing I've got supernatural strength," he teased and Willow giggled.
"I think I did melt," she agreed as she lifted her hand to Spike's chest. "I've been dying to do this," she admitted tiredly as her fingers trailed over his cool flesh.
"Have you, now?" Spike asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Mmm hmm," both hands were now exploring his muscles. "Spike?" Willow called his name.
"Yes, luv?"
"Will you kiss me again?"
"Gladly," he slowly lowered his lips to hers, nibbling on them teasingly before slipping his tongue between them to explore her mouth. Willow's hands moved up to cup his face.
Spike lifted his head to allow Willow to breathe and she gulped in air.
"More," she tugged on his head as soon as she was able to speak. Spike shifted so that his head pressed against her already sensitive clit as he lowered his lips, capturing her moan in his mouth.
"Still want more?" he asked.
"Yes," Willow groaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
Spike shifted again and entered her as he crushed his lips to hers. He changed position so that his pelvic bone slammed against her clit with every thrust.
"Spike!" Willow threw her head back and mewled as her nails dug into his back. "Oh, goddess, Spike," she wrapped her legs around his waist and met his thrusts as Spike buried his face in her neck.
"Spike, Spike!" Willow cried as her body tensed. She closed her eyes and screamed as the orgasm rocked her.
Spike growled against her neck as Willow's muscles clamped around him, milking his release.
"Cor, Willow," Spike groaned as he fell onto her, "that was...bloody marvelous." Willow wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight as his body shuddered against her.
"Spike?" she ran the fingers of one hand into his hair.
"Mmm?" she felt him say against her neck.
"I have a confession," her voice was small.
"What?" he tried to raise his head.
"Well, you know how they had my birthday party tonight?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Yeah, well, it's not really my *actual* birthday today," she ran one hand down his back to his butt.
"No?" Spike asked, confused.
"No," Willow replied without looking at him. "Does that make the, um, the spanking, you know, void?"
"Void?"
"Yeah," Willow chanced a look at his face. "To be completely, uh, *accurate*, shouldn't the birthday spanking happen on the, um, actual birthday?"
The fog had lifted and Spike finally realized where Willow was going with this.
"So, we're gonna have ta do it again?" he smirked down at her.
"Don't you think we should?"
"Bloody right! For the sake of accuracy, and all. Now I know why you're the smart one, Red. So, when's your birthday?"
"Tomorrow," Willow smiled.
Spike started to smirk, then frowned. "You sure you're gonna be alright by then?" he asked in concern as he slipped his hand beneath her to stroke her bum.
"If I'm not still all melty," Willow told him, her voice slow and low as she drifted off into sleep.
Spike rolled to his back and pulled Willow against him, covering them both with the comforter.
"Spike?"
"Mmm?"
"Don't tell anyone, `kay?"
Spike froze. "Tell `em what? That we shagged?"
"No!" Willow's voice sounded a little punchy. "That I liked your present best," she snuggled against him.
Oh, yeah, Spike relaxed with one hand beneath his head as the other cradled Willow, that had *definitely* been worth a stake through the heart.
End