Title: Green Eyed Christmas
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
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Rating: NC-17
Part six....
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"The snow is falling, the city is white
Your eyes are shining like diamonds tonight
We're all alone, there's no one home
You're finally in my arms again..."
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The tree lights danced on the shiny waves of Buffy's
hair as Spike threaded his fingers through it. Tilting
her face up, he placed what was probably the gentlest
kiss he'd ever given her on her trembling lips.
Hoping that she hadn't fallen asleep and found herself
in the middle of a rather incredible dream, Buffy raised
up on her toes and wound her arms tightly around his
neck. Respecting his desire to keep the kiss chaste for
the moment, she kept her tongue in her own mouth.
Although he would love nothing more than to
lay her down on the carpet and make love to her right
then and there, Spike knew there were things that needed
to be said first. He gently broke their kiss and moved back
a little.
Buffy's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself staring
at his shirt front...he was wearing it! The shirt she had bought
him, the one that mirrored the blue of his eyes. Placing her
hands on the lapels of his jacket, she urged it over his
shoulders and off.
The smile on her pretty face was heart melting, and he had
to smile back. "Thank you for the gift," he said quietly.
Buffy shrugged, blushing a little. "I guess I forgot about it in
my rush to get out the door," she admitted.
"I'm glad you did," he said, pausing to collect his thoughts
for a moment. "I'll be honest with you, love...I wasn't planning
on coming after you. Not at first. I figured we'd pretty much said
all that there was to say. Rehashing it was only going to hurt
more."
"Oh," she murmured, swallowing hard. "Why did...what changed
your mind?"
He smiled, fingering the collar of the shirt. "Melinda did. She made
me open it...and she said that it must have been hard for you to find
a shirt this exact color. Said you must really care about me to go
to all that trouble over a shirt."
Buffy didn't want to talk about Melinda. But, it was time to behave
like an adult...not a spoiled little girl. "You said...that you've never
told Melinda that you love her." She took a deep breath before she
went on. "Do you....love her?"
Spike took her hands and led her over to the sofa. Sitting down,
he pulled her down beside him. "Buffy...I love YOU. You know I do.
And Melinda knows it, too. I was straight with her from the start."
Her heart was doing cartwheels. Spike still loved her! She wasn't
too late!
~~~~~~~~~~
"The night is silent, and Christmas is here
I couldn't ask for more than having you near
I love you, girl, I always will
And now I know the moment is right
The moment is right..."
~~~~~~~~~~
She opened her mouth to return the sentiment, but he
placed one finger on her lips, hushing her.
"Don't," he said, shaking his head. "Don't say something
in the heat of the moment that you might not really mean,
something you'll...regret later. I can live without it...for now.
So long as I know you don't hate me."
Buffy was about to press her point, then changed her
mind. He was right. It might not sound completely sincere
at the moment. The last thing she wanted was for him to
think she was buying him off with false feelings and words
spoken just to hold on to him.
Besides...actions ALWAYS spoke louder than words.
Scooting closer, she slipped her hands behind his
neck and drew him down to her lips. The kiss started off
slow and sweet, then caught fire.
Spike deepened the kiss, using his tongue to part
her lips. Buffy clung to him, afraid that she might
slide to the floor in a quivering heap if she didn't hold
on tight.
Their tongues met and mated, chasing from his mouth
to hers, then back to his. Wrapping his arms around
her waist, he pulled her onto his lap.She could feel the
heat rising inside of them both.
One thing their relationship had never lacked, whether
it was all about hate or all about desire, was passion. They
had it in spades. A never ending supply of it that burned
hotter between them than with anyone else in their respective
pasts.
How could they NOT be meant for each other?
Leaving her mouth, Spike kissed the soft curve of her
cheek, then traveled to her ear, biting delicately on the lobe,
making Buffy giggle.
"I like that sound," he whispered. "Do it again." His fingers
found the sensitive nape of her neck and tickled her there,
producing the desired laughter.
In all their writhing around, the top button of Buffy's
pajama jacket had popped open. Spike immediately began
kissing and licking a moist trail over her flushed skin.
Her breathing was escalating, when the mantle clock suddenly
chimed midnight.
They pulled back and smiled, truly open and delighted ex-
pressions of mutual joy.
"Happy Christmas, love."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "MERRY Christmas. This is America
and we say merry. Happy is for new years."
"Fine. Merry Christmas," he amended, reaching for his
coat and extracting a small box from the inner pocket. "Got
something for you."
~~~~~~~~~~
"I've been waiting to give this gift tonight
I'm down on my knees, there's no better time
It's something to last for as long as you live
Tonight I'm gonna give you all my heart can give.."
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He handed her a small, blue velvet box.
Biting her lower lip in anticipation, she took it from
him and opened the lid.
"Oh, gosh," she whispered, staring in amazement
at the content of the box, a three strand collar of
pearls, joined together by a delicate, shell pink cameo
that would lie in the hollow at the base of her throat
when the choker was fastened around her neck.
"D'ya fancy it, love?" Spike asked. He could see very
well that she did, but hearing it was nice, too.
"It's beautiful," she breathed. "The most beautiful necklace
I've ever seen." Lifting the treasure from it's velvet bed,
she turned her back and asked him to put it on her.
Smoothing her hair away from the nape of her neck, he
dropped a soft kiss there before he fastened the clasp.
Being utterly female, she had to run and see how it
looked. After admiring herself in the mirror at the foot
of the stairs, she turned back to Spike and gave him a
dazzling smile. "I love it. Thank you."
Holding her gaze with his, he stood up and paced
slowly towards her. "Well, it was my mother's," he
said.
Buffy looked at him, surprised and touched at his
wonderful offering. "Then I'll treasure it even more,"
she replied simply, kissing him with tender intent.
When they parted, he gave her that wicked smirk
that he'd perfected to an art form. "I've got more, ya
know."
"Oh, you do, huh?" Buffy replied, smiling back at
him.
"Mm-hmm. It was all I took from the house after she
died." He winked at her. "Play your cards right and
it'll all be yours."
She stood there, placing her hands on her hips. "Boy,
you must think I'm a real pushover for a handsome man with
a box of diamonds," she teased. "Is that your new plot...to
bribe me with your family jewels until I..."
She was cut off when his hand darted out and grabbed
her's, hauling her closer. "Do you know what I do to clever
little girls who make jokes about my 'family jewels' ?"
"Take them to bed and make love to them until they can't walk
straight?" she suggested hopefully.
"That's right," he said. "Good guess."
Swinging her up into his arms and eliciting a startled
squeal from her, he carried her back into the living
room and dropped to his knees, laying her on the
carpet beside the Christmas tree.
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"I thought I'd give you something shiny and new
I tried to find something worthy of you
But I realized when I looked inside
There's some things that money can't buy.."
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Lowering himself down beside her, he pulled her
close. "Buffy...let me make love to you," he said,
smoothing her hair back from her face. "It's been so
long."
"I know," she whispered. "Feels like forever."
With no hesitation, no second guessing herself, she
began to undo the remaining buttons on her pajama
top.
Spike was blatantly staring as she bared her breasts
for him. "Bloody hell," he muttered. "I'd almost forgotten
how gorgeous you are."
Taking her mouth in a long drugging kiss, moving one
hand down her side, then up to her breasts. He touched
her gently, fighting the urge to cup and weigh them in
his palm.
Using his thumb, he stroked her nipples, feeling them
stiffen.
Buffy arched her back and moaned. Unable to stop
himself he bent his head and took one hard peak into
his mouth, sucking on it and flicking it with his tongue.
The sounds she made drove him wild. Breathless and
eager, she panted and writhed in his arms.
Licking her warm skin, he moved to her other breast,
giving it the same attention.
As he sucked and nipped her, Buffy sent her hand down
to find the front of his pants. She popped open the top
snap, then fumbled for the zipper. His erection was
exerting an enormous amount of pressure, and it didn't
take much effort to free it from the confining denim.
~~~~~~~~~~
"I feel the magic whenever you're near
I feel it even more this time of year
Because I love you girl, and I always will
And now I know the moment is right
The moment is right..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, she remembered this from their one night
together. Impossible to forget, she decided,
looking at him now.
She'd been surprised by the size and the attractiveness
of his 'male parts' when he'd first removed his pants and
given her a good long look at them.
Buffy had never found anything all that appealing
about the sight of a man's penis. To her, they simply
looked a bit silly when they were soft...all curled up like
half a cashew lying between their legs. "Penis envy" was
only a dimly remembered discussion topic in her psych
class. Personally, she couldn't see anything to envy
about them. She herself would have been far too
worried about catching it in a zipper and acciden-
tally amputating it. There was too much there to
remember to tuck in and keep safe, and she much
preferred owning the female model...the one that kept
the important parts carefully concealed until one was
ready to use them. Even in a state of hardness, she'd
never been that impressed with the sight of a penis.
Until she'd gotten a look at Spike's. Then she'd
understood what all the fuss was about.
Truly an "ivory shaft", Spike's phallus had beaten
out Riley's, Parker's, AND Angel's in both the size and
beauty category. It had appeared to be about 10 inches
long, although she certainly hadn't had the nerve to ask
for his measurements. With silky skin stretched tautly over
what felt like a steel rod, she had fondled and played
with it until it grew to incredible proportions.
Spike had also been the hands down winner of the 'knowing
how to use it' portion of the competition. He'd "used it" to
drive her wild no less than seven times.
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"I've been waiting to give this gift tonight
I'm down on my knees, there's no better time
It's something to last for as long as you live
Tonight I'm gonna give you all my heart can give.."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Are you just gonna sit and stare at it, or did you
have something else in mind?"
Spike's voice sounded amused, dragging her back from
her pleasant memories to the even more pleasant
reality.
Giving him a sassy smile, she wrapped her fingers
around his dick and squeezed it firmly, making him
gasp.
"I definitely have something else in mind," she informed
him, moving her hand up and down.
Then, she pushed him onto his back and slipped down
between his legs. She pulled his boots off and removed
his jeans, tossing them onto the sofa.
Settling herself comfortably, she licked her lips and
reached for his erection. A drop of semen formed at the
tip and she immediately rubbed it back into the firm
skin.
Spike groaned deep in his throat. His fingers slid into
her hair and urged her forward. "Come on, Buffy...don't
tease me," he rasped.
She smiled. "Tell me what you want."
Looking down, he met her eyes with his. "Take it in your
mouth and suck it."
Buffy felt a delicious shiver crawl up and down her
spine. Something else that really turned her on, some-
thing she'd no awareness of until Spike had clued her
in to it....she liked dirty talking during sex.
She liked it a lot!
Spike spoke it fluently. There was something about his
voice, so deep and insinuating, that turned a perfectly good,
old fashioned, Anglo-Saxon word like "fuck" into poetry.
And when he added the word 'me', she tingled all the
way from her head to her toes. Whether he whispered
it...shouted it...groaned it...she didn't care. Hearing it
made her feel powerful and supremely feminine.
Buffy did as he asked, enveloping him in the wet heat
of her mouth. Her tongue slid up and down his cock,
treating it like a stick of hard candy.
His fingers tightened in her hair as his eyes drifted
shut. Oh, no...that wouldn't do.
"Watch me," she said, then reclaimed her sizable
prize and sucked it, deeply and rhythmically.
Spike raised himself on one elbow, his eyes glued
to the magical joining of his dick and her mouth. It
was a splendidly erotic sight, and it drove his lust for
her sky high.
Buffy brought her free hand into play. She cupped and
fondled his scrotum, feeling it shift and tighten
in her gentle grasp, all without ever breaking eye contact
with her lover.
Tasting salty drops of ejaculate, she swirled her tongue
around the head of his shaft, gathering them and then
swallowing them down.
Spike's entire body shuddered. He dragged her back up
and kissed her long and hard on the mouth, probing with
his tongue. Rolling her onto her back, he yanked her
pajama bottoms off so roughly that they tore.
Heedlessly casting aside the damaged garment, he
pushed Buffy's legs apart and buried his face between them.
He licked her hard, using long strokes of his tongue, then
stiffened it and shoved it up into her as far as he could
force it to go.
In and out, it slithered, creating an aching need that she
would do anything to satisfy. Her own fingers crept down
to touch herself, but he shoved her hand away.
"Mine," he growled. Fastening his mouth around her clit,
he sucked it hard and fast...making her scream...making her
come. Twice.
He lifted his head, staring down at her with eyes that were
dark, hungry, and primal. "More?"
Trying to bring her mind down out of the atmosphere, she
held out her arms and raised her hips. The invitation was
quite clear, and he didn't need to be asked twice.
As he mounted her, she felt the head of his cock slide down
over her sensitized clit, finding the entrance to her body with
no trouble.
Spike plunged all the way in. Flexing his hips, he drove into
her hard and deep, possessing all of her completely. Body, mind,
heart and soul...all of it was for him.
As he pumped in and out of her in a steady rhythm, he
babbled in her ear, telling her that he loved her, that he would
always...ALWAYS...love her, no one else, and that she was
so beautiful...so hot and wet and so fucking tight!...always so
tight...and he wanted to stay inside of her forever...wanted to
spend the rest of his existence fucking her...doing it for
her...making her scream...making her come...because she
got so much tighter when it happened...so tight the way she
clamped down on him...her sweet little pussy just strangled
his dick...and didn't it feel good?...wasn't it just perfect?...how
could he have even thought about not coming back?...stupid
git, that's what he was...cause he needed her...her mouth and
her body and her tight little cunt...needed her warm and wet
around his cock...and he loved her...he loved her...he LOVED HER!
~~~~~~~~~~
"You know I'll always be true to you
And you know I'm the one you can turn to
Anytime..anyplace..or anywhere
You know that I'll always be there..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Spike rocked against her, feeling all her internal
muscles pull and tighten and clench around his
invasion. The wetness her body was producing bathed
his shaft in blessed heat. It was like nothing he'd
ever felt with any other woman.
Thrusting deeper still, so hard that her ass was being
nudged along the carpet, he stared into her eyes and
saw something he hadn't seen before.
She belonged to him now. Buffy was giving herself
totally into his keeping...her heart as well as her
body...and she was trusting him to do right by her.
He silently vowed to do just that.
~~~~~~~~~~
"I've been waiting to give this gift tonight
I'm down on my knees, there's no better time.."
~~~~~~~~~~
Their bodies slammed together, bucking and
arching. Their voices rang through the silent house,
grunting and moaning, sometimes growling with
sheer pleasure.
The need for completion coiled in both their bellies,
making them work for it. Spike pounded into her,
holding nothing back. Buffy planted her feet flat
on the rug and rammed her hips up to meet his
down thrusts, digging her nails into his back and
leaving long red scratches on his skin.
Harder and faster and hotter...they went at it for
what seemed like hours, using every part of
themselves to give and receive every scrap of
satisfaction they could.
When the tidal wave of orgasm was finally upon
them, they abandoned themselves to it as it
stretched their nerves to the breaking point
one...last...time...
She cried when it was over. Clinging to him as
though he might disappear from her arms if she
didn't, she apologized for the thoughtless, careless
words she'd flung at him before.
He held her close, calming her fevered body and soothing
her jangled soul underneath the soft glow of colored
Christmas lights.
~~~~~~~~~~
"It's something to last for as long as you live
Tonight I'm gonna give you all my heart can give.."
~~~~~~~~~~
It seemed like a good place to stop,
but there is a slightly silly epilogue
coming up.
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