Disclaimer: You'd be nuts to think BtVS belongs to me. I make absolutely no money off of writing these, so don't try suing either. I'm terrified of lawyers. I dont think they like me very much.

Buffy stepped out on the front porch of the Summers residence and looked around. It was night, and it was freezing. It had even snowed a little during the day, shocking Sunnydale California citizens yet again. The last time it had snowed, Buffy had been trying to stop Angel from commiting suicide.

As Buffy walked down the steps, Spike came into her view. She raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here? I thought you hated going out on holidays," she said. Spike took a drag out of the cig in his hand and shrugged. "I don't," he said. "Doesn' mean i won' " Buffy walked over to where he was standing and crossed her arms. "Seriously. What do you want?"

Spike dragged her against him and kissed her. Buffy squeaked in surprise, but, as always, kissed back. She felt something slide into her coat pocket as he pulled away. "Merry Christmas, luv," Spike said and walked off. Buffy stared after him. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. Opening it, her eyes widened. He'd managed to impress her--again.

Carefully, Buffy shut the box containing the diamond cross and slid it back into her pocket. Watching Spike's retreating figure, she muttered, "Merry Christmas, Spike."