Spike awoke to the sound of running water. He felt the warm body pressed against his and sighed, reveling in the memories of the night before. He could feel Buffy’s dreams pulling him back into slumber. The water shut off and his eyes opened once more.

Pulling his sore member from the sticky heat of the woman before him, Spike rolled onto his back, stretching his aching muscles. How many times had he come in the last 12 hours? ‘Wonder how Whitebread kept up with her?’ Spike thought as he gingerly ran his fingers over his cock, which lay wrung out on his thigh.

Buffy groaned at the lack of contact with her mate and began drifting into consciousness. ‘He didn’t…’ The thought slipped out before she could stop it.

Spike gasped as her thought was followed by an arousing image of his mate splayed across her bed with one hand frantically rubbing her clit, the other pumping a dildo in and out of her center, its sides coated with her juices. Spike groaned as his dick tried to stand to attention.

Buffy heard a noise coming from the hallway. “Dawn up?” she croaked.

“Lovely morning voice you’ve got there, pet.” Spike reached for his sweet smelling girl.

“Sweet smelling? Spike, I stink! I have morning breath, I have all types of sticky stuff on my legs, I…” His kiss barred any more words from escaping.

“Taste lovely.” More kisses. “Smell delightful.” Tongues clashing. “Perfect.” Spike released her mouth, allowing her to draw her breath. “Could never stink to me.” He reached in to capture her entrancing mouth once more.

“Gross!” Two bleached heads whipped around to see Dawn standing in the doorway. “You think her morning breath smells good?” Dawn laughed at the pair in the bed, struggling to cover themselves and each other with the same corner of sheet.

“Dawn, get out!” Buffy yelled, overcorrecting her balance and falling off the bed, dragging the entire sheet with her. Spike sat in the middle of the bed trying to hide his bits and pieces from his Nibblet and failing miserably. At the sight of a naked Spike thigh, Dawn squealed and spun around, shutting her eyes.

“I didn’t see anything!” she screamed, desperate to avoid seeing any more of the delicious man in her sister’s bed. “Not delicious!” she hollered, blushing to her toes with the secret she’d just exposed. “I’m getting out right now.”

She thundered down the stairs, leaving the door to Buffy’s room wide open. They heard the back door slam as she rushed completely out of the house. Buffy, unable to disentangle herself from the sheet, laughed until tears began to run down her face.

“What the bleeding hell are you laughing at, Slayer? Bit just saw me naked!” Spike scrambled for his pants, still attempting to hide his erection.

Buffy calmed down enough to speak. “Spike, she’s gone, why are you still hiding?” Her laughter returned when the disconcerted vamp was unable to get the buttons on his fly to close. He stomped his foot in frustration and vamped out.

“Slayer!” he roared.

She became hysterical at his expression and began actually rolling around on the floor. Her mirth began to leak into him and he began to laugh with her, his fangs looking strangely out of place on his smiling face.

“Oh, pet…” His blue eyes shone as he shook off his game face. “Not exactly the way I wanted her to find out.” He slid to the floor beside his mate and began to pull the sheet from her nude body.

“Me neither, Spike, but it happened.” She leaned forward and kissed him, thanking him silently for releasing her from her tangled prison.

“Get dressed, luv. I’ll cook breakfast.” Spike stood and walked to the door, his talented fingers effortlessly buttoning his jeans. Buffy giggled again when he thundered down the stairs, sounding like an instant replay of Dawn.

She stretched and tossed the sheets back on the bed before rising to her feet. She slid a silk robe over her naked form and went to the bathroom to try to make herself a little more presentable. ‘Scary’ she thought as she saw her reflection. ‘Beautiful’ resonated from her mate in response and she smiled, then set to work.

When she reached the kitchen some time later, Spike and her sister were sitting at the bar, two empty plates on the counter before them.

“Save anything for me?” she pouted at her mate. He was wearing the shirt she had given him the night before and his eyes had darkened to match the silk.

“Right here, pet.” He pulled a plate of pancakes from the oven and put them in front of her, handing her a fork before stealing a quick kiss.

“Nice vamp bite, Buff,” Dawn commented to her sister. “You too, Spike.”

“Either of you want to tell me what happened last night? I swear that I dreamt about some type of Water Park. There was all kinds of rushing water, I almost had to get up and pee.” Dawn reached onto Buffy’s plate to steal a bite of pancake. Her blue eyes twinkled mischievously.

She was inwardly thrilled that Spike and Buffy had gotten together. Dawn silently thanked her lucky stars that she had fallen asleep with her headphones on. ‘Was bad enough waking to the sound of thumping and moaning from the shower in Mom’s room.’ When she realized what had woken her up, Dawn had promptly realigned the earphones, hit repeat on her CD and fallen asleep.

Buffy smiled at Dawn’s not so subtle hint that she had heard them in the shower the night before.

“We’re mated, Bit.” Spike’s concise summary was not what Buffy had anticipated. She looked at her vampire in surprise, somehow expecting that he would try to hedge the truth with Dawn.

“Does that mean that you’re moving in now?” Dawn stole a second bite off Buffy’s plate as her sister nodded in response to her question.

“If you want more, Nibblet, I’ll cook some,” Spike gently chided.

“I don’t want any more to eat. I’m stuffed!” Spike rolled his eyes as Dawn shoved another bite into her mouth before wandering into the living room.

“Wow!” came her excited voice. “There’s a new tree!” Clanking noises carried through to them as she examined the branches. “Snow Vamps! Cool!” Spike and Buffy heard rustling as Dawn dug through the packages at the base of the tree. “And new presents!” she yelled.

Spike walked around the bar to slide in between Buffy’s knees. “You look gorgeous, pet. You do that for me?” He ran his lips across hers. “Want to rip that robe right off of your luscious body.” His tongue reached out to trace the path his lips had just left.

Buffy relaxed into him, lifting her head to give him access to her neck.

“Could just eat you up,” he joked. Buffy moaned and spread her legs wider, pulling him closer by his belt loops.

“Please do…” she sighed against his neck. She felt his bones shift as he slid into game face, gently sliding his fangs into his mark. He took several long draughts from her neck before licking the small wounds to close them.

Spike cupped her face in his hands as his game face slid away. “Never thought I’d ever be able to hold you, touch you… or have you love and touch me. Not in my wildest dreams, and I’ve had a few…” Spike’s cockney drawl had gradually disappeared as he spoke. “Thought hell’d freeze over before you’d even grace me with a kind word, my darling girl.” Spike gently nuzzled her nose with his.

“Well it must be a cold day in hell today, Spike, ‘cause I do love you,” Buffy whispered before capturing his mouth in a long, wet and tender kiss.

Spike groaned at her words and actions.

He ground his jean-clad hips between her open legs, his hardness pressing into her heat. The gentle touch of her mouth on his neck, nibbling at her mark, turned his cock into steel.

Spike began pulling her robe off of her shoulders, pressing kisses into the small of her throat and lingering over her fluttering pulse. He nipped gently at her collarbone, drawing growls from deep within her chest.

A squeal and the sound of tearing paper from the next room broke into their combined consciousness.

“Dawn,” they both muttered, attempting to straighten their clothes. Just then, Dawn’s head popped into the kitchen.

“Um, guys… Why is there a bathtub on the middle of the living room?”