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Chapter 28: Merry Christmas Eve

The next few days went much more smoothly. Sure, things were still tense between the Summers girls and their dad, but at the same time, the air was clearing, and Buffy and her dad had actually shared a couple of laughs. Things would never be the same between Buffy and her father. They’d never have the relationship they’d once had, and she was sure of it, but it was nice that they were talking now. In the past couple of days, Buffy had had a couple minor little outbursts in his direction, but they’d managed to talk through things, and the tears had ceased for the time being. Still, Buffy wasn’t quite sure she would ever see him again after this visit. Part of her was oddly at peace with the idea.

Today was especially cheerful around the Hank Summers home. It was Christmas Eve morning, despite the fact that it looked more like late afternoon with all of the shades drawn, and any uneasy feelings were set aside while everyone passed around gifts. Back before the divorce and everything, it had been a tradition for them to do their family Christmas on Christmas Eve and go around visiting other relatives on Christmas day. This year, they’d decided to go with the once time-honored tradition, despite the fact that that tradition had fizzled out the year after the move to Sunnydale.

Hank had presented Buffy and Dawn with gift cards to stores he knew that they had in the Sunnydale area. At first fearing that his gifts wouldn’t be good enough, he was eased by his daughters’ telling him that money for clothes was always of the good.

In return, they’d bought their father a gift card to a restaurant they remembered him enjoying. Spike couldn’t help but realize that the Summers family wasn’t big on the whole going out and shopping for the perfect gift aspect of Christmas. But they seemed pleased with their presents, so he didn’t say a word.

Dawn had bought Jake some advanced guitar lessons, which he thanked her for with an uncomfortably long kiss that made Buffy squirm. Spike just squeezed her hand, and she reminded herself that it was Christmas, and she and Spike did much worse in the shower that morning.

Jake had presented Dawn with a lovely little charm bracelet, and Buffy couldn’t help but glance at Spike, wondering if he’d gotten her anything. She’d told him one night that he didn’t have to worry about it, but he never mentioned it either. Still, if he didn’t, that was ok, because she wasn’t too thrilled with the gift she’d finally settled on for him.

“Here Dawnie, open mine now,” Buffy urged, pushing a gift her sister’s way. Dawn handed Buffy an unwrapped present in exchange. The two grinned at each other as if they were still small children hurrying to be the first one to open their gift. Dawn squealed with delight when she saw a shirt similar to one she often snagged out of Buffy’s closet.

“I got you your own so you stop stealing mine,” Buffy laughed.

“Thanks, Buffy!” Dawn laughed. “Now hurry up and open mine, slowpoke.”

“Ok, ok.” She quickly tore the paper off and tossed it over her shoulder. Inside was a heart-shaped locket, sans chain.

“I couldn’t afford the chain.”

“Oh, Dawnie, it’s beautiful. I have the perfect chain at home.” She grinned, examining the little trinket.

“Open it up.” Buffy used her nails to gently pry open the locket, and inside was a little black and white picture of Buffy, Dawn, and their mother taken a few months before Joyce grew ill. Buffy’s eyes welled with tears, and Spike gently rubbed her back.

“I love it, Dawn. Thank you…thank you…” She placed the locket back in the little box it came in, not wanting to lose such a touching gift.

“Ok. Who’s left? Buffy, Spike?” Hank asked, scanning the sleepy Christmas crowd.

“Oh yeah,” Buffy muttered. She pulled out a little box, and he pulled out a box that was coincidentally, quite similar.

“You go first,” Buffy offered, handing him his gift. Spike eyed her with a curious smile before taking the gift from the wrapper. He couldn’t hold his tongue at the sight of the little black box.

“Something you want to ask me, luv? ‘Cause traditionally, the man does the asking…”

“Shut up and open it,” she said with a coy smile and a roll of her eyes. He opened the top of the box, and Buffy’s heart jumped at the look in his eyes. He was utterly shocked.

“Where…where did you…”

“Anya gave me a great deal,” Buffy remarked. It was a simple white gold ring, similar to one he already wore, only in the center was a solid black stone. “It’s obsidian. I picked out the least girly one. It just reminded me of you for some reason. Plus, hey, it goes with everything you wear.”

“I love it, pet. Thank you.” He leaned in to kiss her, and Buffy’s hand squeezed his thigh, eliciting a clearing throat from the other side of the room. Reluctantly, she pulled away. “Ooh, my turn!” Spike handed her the box, and she braced herself, wondering if vampires had good taste in Christmas gifts.

“Guess there’s a jewelry theme this year, eh?” he asked, as Buffy opened the box and focused on the necklace delicately placed inside. It was a dainty white gold, teardrop necklace, only in the center of the pendant was a gorgeous peridot stone.

“Spike…it’s gorgeous…I love it!”

“Was gonna get you your birthstone, but I thought this would match your eyes.” Buffy could have melted right then and there, but instead, she turned around, motioning for him to put it on her. When he had the little clasp fixed, Buffy touched the beautiful stone, and she smiled from ear to ear.

“Wow,” Dawn whispered. “That’s…how did you pay for that?”

“Dawn!” Buffy exclaimed. “That’s…”

“S’alright,” Spike said with a chuckle. “I didn’t nick it. I had some money saved back, and…”

“You steal things?” Hank asked. Spike cleared his throat, and Buffy jumped to the defense.

“He was kidding,” she said with a forced laugh. “He’s such a kidder.” Spike followed Buffy’s lead and forced a fake laugh, too, and Buffy smiled at her dad.

“So, uh, Spike,” Hank said thoughtfully, “I don’t think I ever asked how long you and Buffy have been…together.”

“Not quite two months,” Spike pointed out.

“That’s an awfully expensive present to get a girl you’ve only been dating a couple of months.” Spike pulled his arm around Buffy’s shoulders.

“Yeah, well, she deserves it.”

“I won’t argue there,” Hank offered, “but, uh what is it that you do, exactly? You never really…”

“Spike’s between jobs right now, Dad,” Buffy pointed out. “He, um, he uh…well, he’s done some work in graveyards, and sometimes…he, um, helps out at our friends’ magic shop.” She bit her tongue. Saying the work ‘friends’ in reference to Xander and Anya felt like a big stretch these days, and that made her sad. She flinched and looked up at Spike. “Right, sweetie?” Spike had to take a moment to figure out his answer, as hearing her call him by those pet names still felt so new.

“Uh, right,” Spike said with a nod. “I play a bit of poker too, and I’m pretty good at it if I do say so myself.” Hank looked at him suspiciously. “Do you play poker, Mr. Summers?”

“I do, actually. There isn’t much profit in gambling, unless you’re lucky.”

“He gets lucky a lot,” Buffy pointed out, suddenly realizing how dirty that actually sounded. Her eyes widened, and Dawn snorted a laugh. Even Jake, who was usually pretty laid back, couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. “I mean…well, you know what I mean.”

“Well, I do hope you’ll take care of my daughter. Same goes for you too, uh, Jake. I know you’re sixteen and just getting a little independence, but that doesn’t mean you can treat my daughter any…”

“Dad,” Dawn warned. It was Buffy’s turn to smirk. Finally the pressure was being focused somewhere other than on Spike. “Hey, I have an idea. Let’s go to the mall… and see if we can spend some of these gift cards.” Buffy shot her sister a look, and Dawn backpedaled. “Uh, I mean, let’s…uh, watch movies! Yeah, I hear the Grinch is going to be on later…”

“Oh, what the heck? Let’s go to the mall. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to shop with teenage girls. At least I won’t be alone in my misery, right fellas?” He looked from Jake to Spike. Buffy looked at Spike, panicking.

“Um, you guys go on. I’m kinda beat…all that getting up early and stuff. Spike, you look kinda pale…is your head hurting?”

“He always looks kinda pale,” Dawn whispered under her breath. Buffy shot her a glare, but Spike cleared his throat, catching on to Buffy’s hint.

“Uh, yeah. You, uh, wanna grab my…um…headache pills, pet?”

“Sure,” she said with a nod, standing up. “Go on…it’s ok, really. If Spike’s feeling up to it, I’ll drag him with me later before some of the shops close.”

“If you’re sure,” Hank said with a concerned head tilt. “Well, alright. We’ll bring home something for lunch.”

“’Kay,” Buffy said with a nod. “Have a good time. And Jake? I hope you lift weights, because knowing my sister, she’s gonna have a lot to carry.”

“Oh yeah, like you have room to talk, Miss Buy-Every-Pair-of-Shoes-in-the-Store.” Dawn flashed her sister a teasing grin as she disappeared around the corner. Buffy relaxed against the couch, shrugging her shoulders.

“I didn’t buy every pair,” she insisted. At that moment, Spike pounced, pulling her around and laying her back that he could crawl over her on the couch.

“Alone at last,” he murmured suggestively, as his hands began to maneuver up her silky shirt. Buffy laughed.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” she giggled, as his lips and tongue tortured the soft flesh of her neck.

“Mmmffffflufff,” he murmured. She laughed harder. His fingers dug into her sides, tickling her ribs.

“Oh my God! No! Stop!” she laughed, kicking her legs but not hindering the vampire one little bit.

“How long’ll they be gone?” he asked before diving down to suckle at the hollow of her throat. She tilted her head back and tried to focus on his question.

“Mnah,” she moaned, closing her eyes.

“Hmm?” he urged, his hands working with her zipper, shimmying her jeans down her hips enough that he could slip a few fingers under the waist of her underwear, feeling how wet she was for him.

“Shopping…could be…oh…hours,” she moaned. “Plus, it’s Christmas Eve. Last minute shoppers. Could be….days,” she teased.

“Who’s the lucky vampire?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. Buffy smiled before sucking in a sharp breath as his thumb began a rhythmic dance around her clit.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Spike…” He started to pull her pants all the way down, but she stopped him.

“Not here. Too…weird,” she said with a shake of her head.

“What? We did it in the bloody bathtub last night and this morning in the…” Buffy shot him a look and he sighed, pulling himself off of her, trying to remain upright while his cock strained harder against his jeans. “Up you go, then.” He pulled on her hands, tugging her up. As soon as she was standing, she took off in a mad dash for the stairs. “Oi! Wait up! Do you know how bloody hard it is for a man to run when he’s this sodding…hard?” But she showed no signs of stopping. Instead, he was hit in the face by her bra first and then her shirt as they came floating down the stairs. He took the garments in his hands, wondering for a moment how she’d gotten the bra off first, but picking up the speed as he realized he didn’t really care. The only thing his cock would let him think as he shortened the gap between him and the Slayer was: Naked Buffy. By the time he reached her bedroom door, she was lying on her bed, legs spread for him, every inch of her naked body looking particularly delicious.

Buffy could see his eyes darken from across the room, and she smiled, waving her finger in the air as he started to cross the threshold.

“Ah, ah.”

“What? Buffy, come on…”

“You have to be at least this naked to enter,” she said with a sultry grin, moving her hands down her breasts to clamp against her pussy. She began to wriggle there on the bed, and he stood, jaw dropped, at the sight of her starting without him.

“Think I’m gonna like this ride,” he practically purred from the door. She laughed as his shoes went flying, making two hard smacks against the wall. As she arched her back, her own hands moving rhythmically against her sopping pussy, he finished undressing himself and pounced. She gasped as she felt his cool body slide over hers, his mouth attacking hers with such ferocity that she lost her breath for a moment.

Her scent was driving him mad, and he began to descend down her body, wanting to go slow and torture her. But his own needs won out, and he found himself already suckling on her throbbing clit.

“Oh God. Spike…oh…yeah,” she moaned, her voice going up an octave at the end. “Please…oh God…don’t stop.” He plunged two fingers into her tight entrance, always amazed at how tight she was after all of the mind blowing shagathons they’d had over the past couple of months. It was just one more thing he adored about her.

He replaced his fingers with his tongue, the cool, firm pressure bringing her over the edge, as his thumb tended to the needs of her clit.

“Oh God! I’m gonna…ohhhhh…..” She let out a few slow breaths as Spike lapped up her juices and then rested his chin on her stomach with a satisfied grin.

“Merry Christmas Eve, luv.”

“Oh…best…present…ever,” she gasped between hearty gulps of air.

“Thought the necklace…”

“Close second. Definitely,” she said with an urgent nod. He crawled back up to kiss her, and she moaned at the taste of her own come on his lips. His tongue danced with hers for several long minutes, and he groaned against her lips when he felt her hand wrap around his cock. She began to pump slowly, rubbing her thumb over the tip, making his shudder and bury his head into her neck.

“Your turn,” she said, eyes twinkling. She let go of his cock long enough to use her strength to pull him onto his back. She straddled his knees, her hips keeping them firmly against the mattress. Spike folded his arms behind his head so he could see her better, and she smiled, reaching a hand between her own legs and bringing it back to his cock, slathering it with her juices.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted, nearly coming right on the spot. She smiled devilishly and brushed her hair behind her shoulders. Finally, she swooped down, taking him in as far as she could stand, and then rolling back up, sucking her cheeks in and lingering a little longer on his tip. She released him, and his cock flopped back onto his belly. “Christ!”

“More?”

“Oh God yes,” he groaned, as her hand began pumping him again. She smiled with satisfaction, leaning down again, this time to trace her tongue along the head, tasting the salty drop of pre-come that was slowly beginning to slide down his shaft.

He watched her intently. Those gorgeous green eyes sparkled as her matching necklace swung back and forth, and her breasts bounced along with her. The longer he watched her, the closer he felt to exploding, and when she could feel that familiar quiver, she reached down, cupping his balls, giving them a firm but gentle squeeze.

“Slayer!” he roared out, spurting into her mouth, as she took down every last drop. When he was finished, she released him, crawling up to rest against him, smacking her lips a little.

“Tasty,” she smiled.

“Glad you enjoy it, pet. I prefer the taste of Slayer.”

“Hopefully just one Slayer,” she warned him.

“Just one. Just you,” he promised, stroking her soft hair. After a few minutes of silence, she couldn’t help but chuckle again. “What’s so funny?”

“You,” she laughed.

“Me? Why am I funny?”

“You could’ve been an actor. I’ve never seen you so…well-behaved. I thought for sure you’d…”

“Ye of little faith.”

“What? No. It’s just…well, things with my dad haven’t been…well, fantastic. They’ve been bordering on terrible, but you’re Switzerland. You’re neutral.”

“Not neutral, luv. I’m completely on your side. Think he’s a bleedin’ idiot.”

“Well,” she said, patting his chest, “at least when he’s in the room, you behave.”

“And I don’t other times?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. She laughed.

“They’ve been gone less than fifteen minutes, and we’re already naked. And sweaty.” Her hand traveled between his legs, feeling his cock twitch as her little hand wrapped around it. She began to pump him until she felt him begin to stiffen again. With a smile, she kissed his lips.

“Right…” Spike suggested, “no more talk about your dear old dad then.” Buffy smiled, and she let him roll her onto her back, and after several minutes of clumsy kisses, mindless groping, and desperate cries of desire, he plunged into her, roaring as he did so.

She bit his shoulder, knowing she was playing with fire, and she moaned against his cool flesh, as he began to rock his hips against hers. She moved with him, helping him set a steady pace, and as she suckled on his cool neck, she let her teeth do some of the work, scraping and nipping, but not breaking the skin.

“Buffy,” he groaned, as her hand moved to his ass and pulled him in closer.

“Here…” She lifted up a leg, draping it over his hip so he could adjust better, and he slid a little further into her, feeling as if he were being pulled into an inferno. A very wet, very tight, very mouth-watering little inferno.

His thumb pressed against her clit again, and she nipped at his shoulder.

“Playing with fire, luv,” he groaned into the pillow case her head rested on. She heard him loud and clear, but her mouth moved up his neck again, and her tongue trailed along, feeling the rumble from the strong groans he let out. She smiled, reveling in the knowledge that she could do such things to him.

“Yes!” she cried out, as his teeth grazed against her neck in response, and his thumb continued to torture her clit. He was pounding into her now, and he wondered if the average woman could take it. But this was no average woman. This was the bloody Slayer.

“Getting warmer,” she moaned, letting him know he too was playing with fire. But when the head of his cock hit her cervix, she climaxed and cried out, her teeth digging into his neck until she tasted blood.

“Buggering…fuck!” he spat out, his face changing, his teeth elongating. She pulled back, surprise in her eyes. This wasn’t the first time they’d done this, but damn, each time felt like the first time. She turned her head, pulling her hair out of the way. He found the soft, slightly discolored puncture marks, and he closed his mouth over it, sinking his fangs in until he felt the warm surge of blood pooling into his mouth and rushing down his throat as he spilled his seed inside her.

When he heard her cries turn to whimpers, he pulled back, his face turning back into the same smooth, flawless one she’d grown to adore. His fangs retracted, and he was left with Slayer blood on his lips. He quickly licked it away and pulled out of her, rolling on his side, feeling that primal reaction to gasp for breath despite his needing to.

“Oh…my God,” Buffy breathed, hand pressing to her wounded neck. She turned to face him, and he saw the blood still seeping out. Leaning forward, he pressing his lips against the soft flesh and tenderly traced his tongue over the marks until the blood ceased. When he pulled back, Buffy surveyed the damage on his neck. It wasn’t bleeding anymore, but she could see teeth marks.

“That’s…that’s gonna be interesting to explain,” she said with a sheepish smile.

“S’alright,” he said with a sated smirk, pulling her against his cool body. They lay together, both enjoying the silence that came after earth-shattering sex. It was a time when no words needed to be spoken. But Buffy lifted her head anyway, smiling.

“Spike?”

“Hmm?”

“Merry Christmas Eve.”


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