|Chapter Title:||Merry Christmas?, Chapter 38|
December 2002. Annie will be 4 years old in February 2003.
Buffy died in early May 2001, brought back in September 2001.
Buffy will be 22 years old in January, 2003.
Christmas got interrupted by Angelus. Buffy
and Spike finally get to celebrate together, but will it get interrupted
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|Rating / Warnings:||
NC17. Content is only suitable for mature adults. Contains explicit language, violence, sex and adult themes which may include rape, attempted rape, blood play and other adult situations that some people may find objectionable. If you are under the age of 17 or find any of these themes objectionable – GO AWAY. Parents, it is up to YOU to control what your children are reading.
Saturday, December 28th, 2002:
Tara and Willow took Annie on the promised trip to Disney Land for the weekend. They would have liked to have waited for tourist “off-season”, but the witches were usually too busy at that time of year with school work, so they decided to just go ahead and go. This would also put a stop to the hundred times a day Annie asked them, “When are we going to see Mickey?” So, it was a win-win.
Buffy and Spike had gone on patrol earlier and Buffy called for first dibs on the shower when they got back. Spike was just finishing his shower when he heard Buffy in his head, Can you come downstairs?
He thought Bloody hell! What now? but he responded with Be there in a minute, mentally to Buffy. Spike was looking forward to a nice night alone with his wife, but taking down Christmas decorations wasn’t exactly on his agenda. Spike dried off and pulled on his PJ bottoms before heading down.
When he got to the landing at the top of the stairs, he took in the scene on the first floor. He’d expected to see the great room full of empty boxes ready to re-pack the Christmas do-dads into. Instead, what he saw was Buffy in a long, black negligee made of mostly see-through lace. The only lights came from the Christmas tree and a roaring fire in the fireplace. There was soft music playing and Buffy was lost in it, swaying slowly to and fro as she waited for Spike.
Spike smiled, now this was on his agenda. He sauntered slowly down the stairs and walked up behind Buffy as she swayed to the music. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his body against hers as he matched her slow rhythm with his hips. Dipping his head, he began swirling his tongue in slow circles behind her ear. She tilted her head to give him better access as she moaned in pleasure. Chill bumps ran down from where Spike’s tongue touched her and engulfed her entire body, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
“I didn’t have time to give you your Christmas present before,” Buffy said as they swayed to the music.
“Mmmm . . . tastiest Christmas present I ever got,” Spike murmured against her hot skin.
Buffy laughed. “Silly vampire, that’s not the present. Here’s your present.” She leaned down and picked up a small box from the hearth and turned in his arms to give it to him.
Spike’s eyes went wide. “OH!” he said, holding up a finger as if to say “Wait” before turning on his heel and heading to the stairs with vampire speed. Taking the stairs two at a time, he was gone before Buffy could say a word.
“Not exactly the reaction I was going for . . .” she mumbled to herself.
Not sure what to do, she sat down on the couch and waited, but she didn’t have to wait long as he quickly reappeared.
“Sorry. You were sayin’?” Spike smiled and offered her his hand so she would stand back up as she had been before he raced away.
She took his hand and stood facing him. “I was saying, this is your present.” She held out a palm sized, flat box wrapped in glossy red paper to him.
He couldn’t contain a grin as he took the present from her. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had gotten him a Christmas present. Opening it carefully, he removed the lid and pulled out a folded paper along with a set of keys. Looking at her in confusion, he opened the paper and started to read. It was a title.
“You got me a Harley!? Buffy! That’s bloody brilliant!” He took her in a hug and swung her around as her feet came off the floor. “Where is it? In the garage?” His eyes danced in anticipation.
“You want to see it now?” The honeymoon’s over. You’ve been replaced by a big-boy-toy, she thought shaking her head and smiling at him.
At his eager look she said, “Yes, it’s in the garage. So you know, it needs a little work, but I thought you could fix it up the way you wanted. It’ll be fun. Xander could even help you.”
Spike grabbed her face in his hands and planted a hard kiss on her lips before running out to the garage to see his new toy. Buffy followed slowly, leaning in the doorway as he looked over the bike, fiddling with the various levers and pedals. She had no idea what any of them did, but he seemed to, and he checked them all out. Spike put the key in the ignition, pressed a button and the motorcycle rumbled to life with a loud roar. Spike gunned the motor and listened, “Vrrrrrrrrmmmmm, VRRRRRRRRMMMM” Turning it back off he said, “Yeah, needs a tune up, maybe a carb job, but the cylinders aren’t knockin’ . . ." Buffy stopped listening, he might as well have been speaking Greek.
When he was done, he walked back to where she waited and pulled her into a hug. “You're a hellava' woman!” he said to her, grinning from ear to ear.
“So, you like it?” Buffy smiled against his shoulder as he held her against him. She knew nothing about motorcycles, but Xander found this one for sale "cheap" and called her. He insisted that Spike would love it. Apparently, he was right.
“I love it!” Spike said, tilting her face up with a tender touch so he could kiss her. “I love you,” he murmured against her lips as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small blue box with “Tiffany & Co.” printed on the lid. Pulling away from the kiss, he held it up to her.
Her eyes went wide when she saw the box, darting between it and Spike’s exultant face. Apparently, when she'd tried to give him his present earlier, this is what he'd gone so quickly to retrieve from wherever he'd had it hidden. She took it from his hand. The small card on top of the box read:
To my angel,
You are my life.
All my Love,
Buffy opened it gingerly. Inside was the most beautiful diamond and ruby heart pendant she’d ever seen. The rubies were square cut, just like the ones on her engagement ring; they seemed made for each other, even though they were from different centuries. "William’s heart,” she said as tears glistened in her eyes.
Spike took it out of the box and fastened it around her neck. Now it was her turn to grab his face in her hands and drop a hard kiss on his lips before turning and running away.
She was standing in front of the mirror just inside the garden door when he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “So, you like it?” he repeated the question she’d asked him earlier.
Buffy admired it in the mirror. “I love it,” she said, turning so she could look into his eyes. “I love you.”
“Come dance with me,” he said as he took her hand and walked back over near the Christmas tree where the music was still playing softly. The song that came on couldn’t have been more perfect at that moment for the two warrior lovers as they melded into each other and swayed to the slow song.
You fill up my senses
Let me lay down beside you
Come let me love you
Annie's Song by John Denver
As the song ended, Spike tipped Buffy’s face up to his and just took her in. “You’re beautiful,” he said before brushing his lips against hers in a butterfly kiss. His mouth hovered over hers, dropping soft kisses over her lips before traveling up and doing the same to her closed eyelids. Moving to her neck, he continued the feather kisses on the tender spot behind her ear. She tilted her head to the side and moaned as her body pressed harder against his. Trailing his tongue down her neck, he stopped when he got to the black lace she was wearing and slid the straps off her arms, allowing the negligee to fall to the floor like a puddle around her feet.
“So bloody beautiful,” he murmured as he continued traveling down to her breasts. When he reached the first hard nipple, he flicked his tongue lightly over it causing her to moan his name as she ran her hands through his hair. The fire still burned brightly and it cast a warm glow over them as the lights from the Christmas tree twinkled like multicolored stars.
“I need you,” Buffy murmured as Spike flicked his tongue across the other nipple and ran his hands down her body.
She stilled her hands from their exploration of the soft curls on his head and slid them down his bare chest to the waistband of his pajama bottoms. Slipping her fingers under the elastic, she slid them down his slim hips and let them fall to the floor to join her black lace. Stepping out of their discarded clothes, they moved in front of the fire to the faux bear skin rug there. She lay down on her back, pulling Spike down with her as she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. Buffy lifted up to meet his lips as he held himself over her with strong arms. The kiss was slow and easy, tongues tasting, teasing, exploring as if they’d never known each other before this moment. Buffy raised her hips up and guided Spike’s cock into her hot, wet channel. As he pushed in, she closed her eyes and held her breath. She loved the feeling when he first entered her. It always felt like the very first time as rivers of pleasure flowed out to every nerve ending in her body.
“Spike,” she moaned he buried himself in her. “I love you,” she murmured near his ear as he started pulling slowly out.
“I love you, Buffy,” he said as he pressed into her again. She was always so tight and wet for him. When he entered her and she enveloped him, Spike always felt just like he did the very first time, complete and utter ecstasy. He would never get tired of this feeling. He wanted her as much today as he did the night they made Annie over four years ago. She was his passion, his only desire.
They moved as if they were a single being, slowly pressing together before pulling apart just as gently, over and over and over again. There was no hurry, they had all night, in fact, they had the rest of eternity, and tonight was for unhurried reverence and indulgence.
Spike lowered his body down onto hers, wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them over so she was on top. Buffy began the slow dance again, moving her hips gently up and down as he gazed up at her. She absolutely glowed, and not from the firelight, it came from the fire within her. It made him feel alive, like a man, like he hadn’t died all those years ago, after all.
Spike pressed a finger between them, into her folds to find her most sensitive spot. She gasped as he touched it and increased the speed of her hips as they moved on him.
“Cum for me, Buffy,” he whispered to her as he continued to massage her clit and raised his hips up to meet hers with faster and harder thrusts. Buffy’s back arched, her head tilted back and her body began to shudder on top of him. “Spike!” she called out as the orgasm spread from where he was stroking her, up and down her entire body until it escaped from her as a primal scream of release and pleasure.
As her inner muscles tightened fiercely around him, Spike continued to pump into her harder and faster yet. Even as she screamed in ecstasy he kept on, pushing her pleasure higher and higher until her whole body writhed above him with the intensity of her orgasm. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, with a final hard thrust into her heat he spilled his cum deep within her with a roar of his own.
Buffy collapsed down onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her warm body tight against his cool chest. He could feel her breath come in ragged gulps against his skin as she came down from the high of her orgasm. Her heart raced in her chest as it pressed against his. Closing his eyes, he could almost imagine that his was beating, too, as he lay under her. Her hair and skin smelled of lavender as he buried his face against her neck. His mind wandered back to the song they’d danced to and he murmured next to her ear, “You fill up my senses.”
Buffy lifted up slightly and kissed Spike's lips before settling her head back down against his chest with a deep sigh. Spike pulled a blanket off the couch and covered them and soon they had both fallen into a contented sleep in each other’s arms.
“Hey, B! How’s it goin’, girlfriend?!”
“Faith? What’s going on? I thought you were in a coma.” Buffy looked at her fellow Slayer with confusion.
“I am. It’s a bitch, too, let me tell you! What I wouldn’t give for a greasy cheeseburger with a side of hot fry cook right about now!” Faith laughed. “That damn Angel, he’s a bitch of a ride, B.”
“I told you, he’ll tilt when you’re expecting a whirl, Faith. I tried to warn you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Hell of a ride while it lasted though! He can do some whirling, girlfriend!” Faith swiveled her hips to demonstrate and laughed again.
You’re dreaming Buffy informed herself from within her dream as she looked around. They were standing in the library of Sunnydale High School. Buffy shuddered. She had bad memories of this place, between her killing the Master and Dru killing Kendra here, it wasn't a place that she'd choose to visit in her dreams.
“What’re we doing here?” she asked Faith.
“It’s coming. Can you feel it?” Faith answered. “From beneath you it devours. Sounds like it could be fun, but I’m thinking it’s not that kind of devouring from beneath. Bummer,” Faith joked.
Before Buffy could ask Faith if she knew what “it” was, a strange looking demon, or man, she really wasn’t sure which, jumped out from behind a bookcase and came at Faith with a dagger. Buffy hit him with a roundhouse kick before he reached Faith. The man, who had some kind of weird symbols where his eyes should have been, turned on Buffy and charged her, knocking her to the ground before he turned back to Faith.
“Faith!” Buffy yelled, but Faith seemed to not be able to see the attacker at all. Buffy jumped up and threw herself at the man before he could reach his target. Wrestling the knife out of his hand, Buffy stabbed him through the chest and he went still.
Buffy woke with a start. She was still lying on top of Spike in front of the now dwindling fire in the great room. Buffy jumped up, taking the blanket that they'd been under with her. She retrieved the phone from the table beside the couch and hit one of the speed dial buttons.
“Do you know what time it is?” came a sleepy answer after several rings.
“Wesley! Faith is in danger! Get over there NOW!” Buffy yelled in the phone.
“Buffy?” Wes still wasn’t fully awake.
“Yes! Faith is in danger! Do you understand?” she yelled at him again.
“Yes. Yes, I understand. Is it Angel?” Wesley had finally woken up.
“No, at least, I don’t think so. I don’t know what it is. Get over to the hospital NOW! Go armed and take Gunn with you. Call me when you get there. We’ll be there in a couple of hours.”
“Yes, I understand,” Wesley said before Buffy hung up the phone.
Buffy looked at Spike who had woken up when she jumped up off him. “Let’s go,” she said to him simply as she started for the stairs.
On the way to the hospital in L.A., where Faith was still in the coma that she’d been in since Angelus attacked her, Buffy called Giles and described to him the man or demon that she’d seen in her dream and asked him to start looking into it immediately.
“’From beneath you it devours’ is what Faith said, Giles. We need to know what ‘it’ is,” Buffy told him before hanging up. As relaxed and content as she had been less than an hour ago, Buffy felt tight as a bow now and all she could do was sit in the passenger seat and wait while Spike drove them to L.A. She really needed to hit something!
She felt slightly better when Wes called and said he and Gunn were at the hospital and that Faith was alright, still in a coma, but she hadn’t been attacked. Buffy fiddled with her earrings, her rings, her necklace, played with the radio, rolled the window up and down and shifted positions a hundred times before Spike put one arm around her waist and dragged her across the seat and up against his side.
“It’ll be alright, Buffy. Settle down, luv. You’re even makin’ me nervous with your fidgetin’.”
“Sorry,” she said before taking a deep breath and allowing herself to lean against him, settling her head on his shoulder, as he drove. He drew small circles with his fingers on the bare skin of her upper arm and dropped a kiss atop her head and she finally relaxed a bit.
“It’s big, Spike. Whatever it is, it’s big. From beneath you it devours,” she whispered to him, almost afraid that if she said it too loudly, it would devour them right then.
“We’ll handle it, luv. We always do,” Spike assured her. Buffy bit her lip and nodded but she was none too sure they could defeat this. She could feel it, it felt like nothing she’d ever felt before. Pure evil.
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