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Title: Green Eyed Christmas
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
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Part seven....
(A few days later)



Standing in front of her full length mirror, Buffy
studied her reflection carefully. Fairly pleased, and
a little embarrassed by the sight looking back at her,
she gave herself an encouraging smile. Life was good.

Tonight....it was going to get better.

After a lot of soul searching, she had decided that
this was the night to tell him how much she loved him.

Originally, she had planned to wait until New Year's Eve
for the big confession. It seemed like the perfect occasion
for such words. Everything was renewed, and the world was
given another chance to get things right.

But she'd spent a lot of time with him since their
Christmas reunion, and she'd been finding it more and
more difficult to keep her feelings to herself. There was
no way she was going to make it to New Year's Eve
without spilling her guts.

A quick reassessment of her situation had brought
about an alternate plan. She would tell Spike tonight, and
save New Year's Eve for the big 'unveiling' to her friends. It
was an ideal solution, and just maybe Xander would be
drunk enough to accept it without a big fuss.

Still, she'd wanted to do something special this night. Granted,
confessing her love would be special enough for him, she was
sure, but she felt the need for something more...something fun
and silly...and just a little bit naughty.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Her hands were moist, and they slipped on the doorknob
as she attempted to open her bedroom door.

Standing at the top of the stairs, she called down to the
man waiting for her. "There's a CD in the player. Hit track
one and sit down on the couch," she instructed.

"Why? What are you doing up there?" Spike's voice came
back to her.

Buffy sighed. "You'll see in a minute," she replied, crossing
her fingers and hoping she wasn't about to make a great
big fool of herself. "Now, do it!"

"Yes, ma'am."

A few seconds later, the music started. Taking a deep
breath for courage, she placed her dainty red high-heeled
shoe on the top step and headed downstairs.

When she hit the bottom step, she struck a seductive
pose and began to lip sing along with the CD.


"Santa, baby...just slip a sable under the tree for me
Been an awful good girl, Santa, baby
So hurry down the chimney tonight.."



Sitting on the sofa, Spike's eyes widened. "Holy Christ
on a fucking cross," he muttered under his breath, licking
his lips at the spectacle before him.

Buffy smiled seductively. This was going to work out fine.

Holding on to the banister, she leaned forward and gave him
a look at her cleavage.


"Santa, baby...a 54 convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you, dear
Santa, baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.."



The minute the mall had opened it's doors for
business that morning, she had been there. Ignoring
all the tempting sale offers from her favorite stores, she
had headed for the lingerie shop where she'd spotted
Spike and Melinda.

Shuddering at the memory, she had bypassed the
sexy elf costume and found something even better...a red
velvet teddy with frothy white lace trim, along with a red garter
belt and lace stockings. She had found the red high
heeled sandals in Payless, and finished the costume
with a plush red 'Santa Hat', complete with a white ball
of fluff on the end of it, that she'd located on the ' 70% off
all Christmas items' table in Spencer's, along with a pair of
red satin, elbow length gloves.



"Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the boys I haven't kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you'll check off my...Christmas list.."



As she moved across the room, she purposely swung
her hips suggestively and blew him a kiss.

Whatever she'd thought she was doing, at least it
was a smashing success. Spike was grinning like an
idiot as she placed her foot on the sofa next to him
and ran one hand down her thigh.



"Santa, baby, I want a yacht and that's really not...a lot!
Been an angel all year, Santa, baby
So hurry down the chimney tonight.."



After taking a long hot bath in a tub filled with fragrant
bubbles, she had washed and dried her hair, then curled
it until it bounced around her face in shining waves.

She had gone heavier on the make up than she normally
did, using a lot of blended shadow on her eyes, then
out-lining them with a dark brown liner. Several strokes
of her mascara wand had lengthened her lashes. Her
cheeks were a dusky rose color, and her lipstick was
scarlet red. A light coat of gloss made them sexy and
moist looking."


"Santa, honey...one little thing I really need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa, baby...so hurry down the chimney tonight."



Spike was slumped back against the sofa, his jaw
sagging, and his eyes riveted on every move she
made.

She placed her hands on her hips, and then slowly slid
them up her sides. Thrusting her breasts forward, she
ran one teasing finger down between them.

Buffy couldn't remember the last time she'd had so
much fun...not including her sexual escapades with
her favorite vampire.



"Santa, cutie...come fill my stocking
With a place for two...and you!
Sign your X on the line, Santa, cutie
And hurry down my chimney tonight.."


He was going to try and grab her, she could tell.

The moment before his hands actually made contact
with her chest, she spun around and presented him
with her backside. He chuckled softly, and she
planted one high heeled foot on either side of his
outstretched legs, glancing coyly over her shoulder
at him.


"Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at...Tiffany
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me.."



The room was dimly lit, just the tree lights and a
nice little fire on the hearth. Dawn was away for
the weekend, the front door was dead-bolted against
visitors, and the phone was off the hook.

Still facing away from him, Buffy peeled off her
gloves and tossed them away. Then, she turned and
knelt on the sofa cushions, straddling Spike's lap.

Taking off her hat, she tossed her head to shake
her hair around her face and shoulders.


"Santa, baby...forgot to mention one thing, a ring
Not the kind on the phone, Santa, baby
So, hurry down my chimney tonight.."



Wiggling in his lap, she heard him gasp. He
lifted his hips to press his groin against her
bottom as she ran her hands up under her hair,
lifting it off her neck, then letting it fall.

Buffy grabbed the front of his shirt in both
hands and pulled him forward until their lips
almost touched.


"Yeah, hurry down my chimney.....tonight!"



Before he could say a word, she kissed him..long
and hard, with every bit of love she felt in her heart,
then pulled back and smiled into his dazed eyes
and whispered her Christmas message...

"I love you."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"No...leave those on. I like 'em.."

"Okay...ah...harder..."

"You're all wet, love...juicy as a peach."

"Want a taste..oh, God...yeah."

"How do these come off? I don't...oh! Snaps. Handy."

"Shit...is this belt soldered together or something?"

"Let me...just...there, now give me your hand. Put
it right...there...tighter, love...ah, yeah...that's my
girl...my pretty girl."

"Does that feel good?...do you want...oh, it does,
doesn't it? Harder? Faster? It's up to you, baby."

"Don't tease me, little girl...s'dangerous...come on,
use your tongue...suck harder...thass it...slide it in
and out...mmm...fuck, you're good at that...ahhh!"

"My turn now...lie down...ah-ah...keep your hands
to yourself...I'll give it to you...ohhhh....deeper...come
on....all the way in...oh...oh, yes...I'm...what are you
doing?"

"Turning the tables, love...come on, now...on your hands
and knees...let me just...ahh...slide it in you...gonna fuck
you all night long, lover...that's it....move your ass
back...harder...you can do it...ah, FUCK!"

"Ah!...ah!...yeah!...do it!...feels so good...you're the
best, baby...Spike!...touch me...touch me...here."

"I will, love...gonna make my girl feel good...fuck, you're
so wet...slick and hot...want me to play with it? Rub it?"

"Oh, god, oh god, oh god...Spike...make me...make me
come...I'm so...so close....harder...harder...I'm...oh, I'm
just...so......"

"Come on, baby....come for me....do it....want to see
it...smell it...unh!...yeah!...you gonna come, love? You
ready...ready...I...I can't wait, Buffy...I'm gonna come...in-
side you...in your sweet...little....ahhhhh, SHIT! YEAH!
Ohhhh....fucking hell...I...I think you pulled it right...off..."

"What...what are YOU panting...for?"

"Fucked...fucked if I know..."

"Poor baby....come here."

"Buffy?"

"What?"

"Say it again."

"I love you, Spike. I love you..."

"Good."


~~~The End~~~

(See, I said it was a little silly)





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