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Christmas Series 2005 by slaymesoftly
 
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FOR BLOODY TEARS OF LIFE WHO WANTED MORE SPUFFY – A CONTINUATION OF THE CHRISTMAS FICLET I DID FOR SPIKESDEB:

Part II

Spike was sure he was asleep and dreaming as he stood, arms around Buffy, sharing what could only be called an affectionate hug. With every fiber of his being he hoped not to wake up, quite certain if he dusted right then and there that his dust would drift around forever, too happy to settle into the earth where it belonged.

The longer she stood there, happily wrapped in the arms of the vampire she insisted she didn’t love, the more confused Buffy became. Spike made no attempt to escalate the embrace into anything else, although she could tell by his silence that he was struggling to contain the endearments and declarations of love to which she always turned a deaf ear. Giving him a little squeeze to indicate she wasn’t moving out of his embrace because she didn’t want to be there, she straightened, tilting her head up to look into his wary eyes.

“I think we’re supposed to be hanging this mistletoe ball,” she said softly, knowing that her usual rejection of his attempts to show affection were responsible for the uncertain look on his face.

Relieved that she didn’t appear to be regretting the moment of tenderness, he responded with a smile, “Ready when you are, pet.”

This time, he lifted her up where she stood, holding her tightly and trying to ignore the fact that his face was right next to the zipper of her jeans. Any other time, he would have taken advantage of their positions to grab the zipper pull in his teeth and slide it down, but the trust clearly implicit in Buffy’s allowing him that kind of access prevented him from taking advantage of it. Instead, he allowed himself to take only small sniffs of the delightful scent coming from her warm body as she squirmed around trying to tie the ball to the light fixture.

Buffy was more than conscious of the fact that Spike’s face was within a few inches of her suddenly damp crotch; memories of the things that he could do with his lips and tongue making her fumble with the ribbon she was trying to tie to the light. She wanted very badly not to make the night about the violent sex that was all she normally allowed between them, but her body was responding to his nearness in spite of herself and she allowed a small moan to escape as she finished tying the ribbon.

“Okay,” she murmured. “I got it. You can let me down now.”

“Don’t want to,” he growled, giving up the fight now that he could sense and smell her arousal. Instead of letting her down, he pulled her closer and buried his nose in the apex of her thighs, nipping gently at her through her jeans. Buffy grabbed his hair, curling her fingers into his scalp as she pushed against his face with a small gasp.

Frustration with the layer of denim between them finally took its toll and he allowed her to slide down his body slowly until he could put his mouth on the bare skin of her throat, leaving open-mouthed kisses until he reached her mouth. With no hesitation, they fell into a deep kiss, tongues and lips alternately rough and tender as Buffy melded her body with his, trusting in his ability to hold her up if her knees choose not to work.

“Buffy,” he gasped, pausing to pull on the soft skin over her pounding pulse. “Didn’t want to do this tonight, love. Was just enjoying the—“

“Neither did I,” she murmured, tilting her head to allow him better access to her neck. “Don’t want you to think—“

With a supreme effort of will, they broke apart at the same time - staring at each other from a few inches away and breathing heavily.

“We can do this,” Buffy gasped. “We can be around each other and not be all about the sex. We do it all the time when other people are watching.”

“Maybe you can,” the vampire grumbled. “You think I wear that duster all the time just because I’m cold?” He gestured to the very obvious bulge in his own jeans and tried to shift it to a more comfortable position.

She laughed and, without stopping to think, reached out and stroked the offending body part, eliciting a heartfelt groan from the vampire.

“Bloody hell, Slayer!” He struggled to keep his voice too low for Dawn’s ears as he grabbed her hand, stilling it in place.

Buffy gave him a soft squeeze, bringing another groan, then reluctantly removed her hand saying sadly, “I guess maybe you’d better go then. I don’t know what Dawn thought she was setting up, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t what’s going to happen if we keep this up much longer.”

Spike sighed, agreeing in spite of himself. “I suppose you’re right, pet.” He hesitated; then said softly, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? For what?”

“For turning what was becoming the best night of my life into just another reminder that I’m a vampire with no self-control. I’m sorry, love. Would’ve – should’ve been perfectly happy to stand there and hold you all bloody night. Didn’t need to ruin it by—“

“Spike!” Buffy interrupted him, blushing furiously. “Do you think I don’t know you well enough by now to know what you were responding to?”

Remembering how wet her underwear had become just thinking about him, and knowing how much he loved the smell of her arousal, she had no doubt what had caused his loss of control. She struggled to relieve his guilt, while not admitting more than she wanted to about her own craving for the sexy vampire.

“Got to admit, there was a certain amount of temptation….” he responded with a grateful smile; then shrugged and said with a sigh, “Still an’ all, pet, I wish I hadn’t— was really enjoying the evening and now it’s got to be over.“

“There’s always tomorrow evening,” Buffy whispered, not looking at his suddenly intent face. She continued, still without looking at him but studying the rug with great interest, “Christmas dinner, opening presents, here….”

“Are you inviting me for Christmas, Slayer?”

He refused to allow her to pretend the invitation was casual and nothing out of the ordinary.

To Buffy’s credit, she accepted the challenge in his voice and raised her eyes to look into his while she said firmly, “I am. Would you like to come back tomorrow and join us for Christmas Day, Spike?”

“You know nothin’ would make me happier, love,” he answered softly. “But I don’t want to spoil your Christmas by causing—“

“If I want you here, and Dawn wants you here, then I don’t see how you can possibly spoil the day. And if anybody else tries to ruin things, that won’t be your fault.”

The stubborn look on her face did not bode well for any Scoobies who intended to complain about the vampire’s presence, and he nodded, giving her a shy smile.

“Alright, then, pet. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon. Do you want me to come early to help with anything?”

Buffy shook her head and said, somewhat shamefaced, “No, that’s okay. Willow went on vacation with her parents and Tara is coming over to do the cooking. It’ll just be us – Dawn and me – and Tara, and Xander and Anya,” she finished quickly.

“You know the whelp is gonna go bonkers, don’t you?” Spike said with a worried frown.

“I thought you wanted people to know about us?” she said, sticking out her lower lip.

He titled his head and looked at her with the barest trace of hope on his face.

“Is that what this is, then?” he asked, keeping his voice as steady as he could. “Coming out of the closet – or the crypt, as the case might be?”

“I don’t’ know… let’s not make a big deal, okay? It’s just Christmas and you’re going to be here because you’re… you’re… you’re one of us. Okay? You’re part of Dawn’s life and… part of my life… and if Xander wasn’t such a jerk, he’d admit you’re just as much a part of the Scoobies as Anya or Tara. You have a right to be here and I have a right to invite whoever I want to and….”

“Alright, love, I think I’ve got it. Not a big deal, just my usual hanging around – except that this time when the whelp tells me to take my evil, soulless self out before he stakes me….”

“He’ll have to go through me to do it,” she said quietly. She looked up at him anxiously. “I’m not planning to make some big announcement, you know. It’s not like I’m going to say, ‘Hey, everybody, Spike and I are together now. Surprise!’ We’re just going to act like you have every right to be here and… and then we’ll see how it goes. Okay?”

The vampire was touched by her uncertainly as she asked his permission to give him more recognition than he’d ever hoped for. He stepped closer to her and touched her brow with his fingers, smoothing the worried frown away.

“Whatever you want to do is alright with me, Buffy. You know that. Always has been, always will be. I’ll follow your lead, love.”

“I just want it to be a nice Christmas,” she said with sigh. “For everybody. Including you,” she added, leaning into him lightly. She glanced up as he rested his hands lightly on her shoulders. “Especially you,” she amended, dropping her eyes and blushing.

“It will be, pet.”

He dropped a quick kiss on her forehead and stepped around her to open the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, love. Happy Christmas, Buffy.”

“Good night, Spike. Merry Christmas.” She smiled and gave him a little wave as he took his duster and walked out the door. “Merry Christmas,” she repeated in a whisper before turning to go up the stairs to her bed.



AN: To be followed by the next chapter, in which Christmas dinner goes about as well as can be expected...


 
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