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Part 2


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"How do you go about
Tying a bow about love?

Where is a package sold
So big that it'll hold love?"
~~~~~~~~~~



Tugging her up onto her knees, Spike peeled the black
lace down, helping her pull her arms from the straps. When
he was finished, she was bare to the waist, the skirt of the
gown spread around her like a black rose in full bloom.

Buffy reached for the buttons of his shirt and undid them,
one by one, slowly. As her fingers dallied, he amused
himself by playing with her hair. Smoothing it down with his
hand, he gathered it in two handfuls and brought them around
to her chest, arranging it so that the honey colored tresses
covered her breasts, then brushing it aside and replacing it
with his hands.

He squeezed and fondled her soft curves, rubbing his thumbs
back and forth across her nipples until they were hard and
Buffy's breathing sped up.

"That feel good, baby?" he asked, a smug grin on his good
looking face.

Buffy smiled. "Yeah," she replied, sliding his shirt down his
arms and off. She tossed it onto the floor, then copied his
actions with her hands on his chest. Wetting her index fingers
in her mouth, she teased the flat copper circles until they
were as hard as hers. "Does that?"

It felt so good that he developed an instant erection, and had
to loosen his pants. She intercepted his hand and did the honors
herself.

The top snap of his jeans popped open, and she grasped the
zipper tab and started pulling it down, smiling when the pressure
being placed on it from the other side caused it to part on its own.

"My, someone's eager to come out and play," she said.

Spike slid his hands up and held her face between them. "Kiss
me," he demanded roughly.

Quite willing to do anything he asked, Buffy parted her lips
and moistened them with her tongue. A soft growl from her lover's
throat punctuated her action, then his lips covered hers with an
urgency that made her dizzy.



~~~~~~~~~~
"Love's what you're getting for Christmas
That's what you'll get from me
The only thing I wonder is how to put it under
Your tree....Christmas Morning."
~~~~~~~~~~


As they kissed, Buffy slipped her fingers into the sides
of his jeans, then began tugging them down over his
slim hips.

Spike broke away from her long enough to rid
himself of the remainder of his clothing, then yanked
her back into his arms.

Turning, he fell backwards onto the bed, taking her
with him.

"Oh, God...baby," he whispered against her throat. "You
feel so damn good."

Buffy placed her hands on either side of him and
straightened her arms. Hovering over him, she smiled
and offered him her breasts.

Spike took what she was offering, holding the soft mounds
in his hands and caressing them, using his thumbs and
forefingers to play with the hard tips.

After a few moments of this play, he wanted more.

"Come on, luv," he coaxed her. "Let me taste."

Buffy hesitated for a moment, as though she was
thinking it over, then lowered herself just enough to feel
the tip of his tongue on one nipple.

"More," he demanded harshly, grabbing her shoulders
and pulling her down.

Buffy's eyes drifted shut as he opened his mouth and
took her breast in, sucking it gently as he swirled his tongue
around the hard peak in his mouth.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "That's my baby." She arched her
back, pushing more of her flesh into his mouth.

Spike changed his tempo, and began sucking harder, nipping
her with his teeth. He moved from one breast to the other,
making sure to caress whichever one he wasn't sucking.

He broke away long enough to issue a demand. "Spread your
legs."

Buffy obeyed, distributing her weight onto her knees.

Spike's hand moved down her back and over her rear. Squeezing it
firmly, he began to pull her gown up until it was gathered around
her waist.

With one hand cupped over her ass, he sent the other one back
around front, delving between her legs.

His first touch was light. Spike moved one finger, locating her
clit, and rubbing it.

"Spike!" she gasped, enthralled by what he was doing.

"What?" he asked.

Buffy clenched her teeth. "More!"

"More of what, love?"

She tried to move her hips down, seeking what she wanted, what
he was teasing her with. "Damn it!" she hissed. "I swear...if
you want to live to see your next metaphorical sunrise...you'd
better give me...what I...want!"



~~~~~~~~~~
"Can't write to Santa and
Just ask the man to send love
There's no shop to drop in
For last minute shoppin for love."
~~~~~~~~~~



Spike slipped his finger in, probing deeply as he
rubbed her clit with his thumb. "That better?"

Buffy's face was slack with pleasure. "Mm-hmm," she
murmured. She could say nothing more, too steeped
in the erotic rush of sensation to make much sense.

A few moments later, Spike withdrew his fingers from
her. Without missing a beat, he rolled them both over
until she was beneath him.

Before she could even squeak, he began licking his way
down her body. Lingering for a moment in the shallow cup
of her navel, he made her giggle by running his tongue
around it.

Continuing his way down, he made himself comfortable between
her splayed thighs, slipped his hands under her bottom, and lifted
her sex within reach of his nimble tongue.

Buffy's entire body jerked with the first rush of sensation. She
began to slowly raise and lower her hips, encouraging him in his
ministrations with her soft whines and purrs of pleasure.

"My baby likes that, doesn't she?" he murmured. "She likes it when
I eat her pussy."

Buffy nodded. "She loves it when you eat her pussy," she corrected
him. "Drives her...crazy."

Lowering his head again, he licked her roughly several times, then
eased his tongue slowly inside of her, probing deeply and sucking
at the same time. "Mmmm," he moaned, giving her the extra bonus
of vibration.

Panting, Buffy's fingers began to play with his silky curls. "Oh, yes,"
she whispered hoarsely. "More, baby...feels so good...so good..."

Spike sped up the thrusts of his tongue, until he was literally fucking
her with it. Harder and faster, he plunged it in, then pulled it out, pausing
sometimes to suck at her clit.

"Spike..." Buffy choked. "I'm gonna come, baby...yes..ah, God....Yes!"

He broke away just long enough to say, "Do it, babe....come in my mouth.
Want to taste it."

She bucked and gyrated beneath him, as heat burned in her groin. Her
head thrashed on the pillow, as she ground herself against his eager
mouth.

Climax erupted within her core, then spread through her like an out
of control forest fire. She could hear ragged whimpers and soft screams,
and knew that they were coming from her throat.

When it finally began to subside, Spike sat up and wiped his
face with the back of his hand. His erection was throbbing, almost to
the point of pain. "Buffy?"

Her hazy eyes opened and she looked at him, holding out her
arms. "Come here, honey."

He fell into her embrace, kissing her wildly. "You do it," he panted
in her ear. "Put me inside you."

Smiling, she reached down between their bodies and took hold of
his cock. Placing it in position, she rubbed the head of it against her
labia, eliciting a harsh grunt from her lover. "All the way in, baby," she
demanded.

With one thrust, Spike gave her what she'd been aching for. His
cock slid into her wet passage, and when he was completely sheathed
in her, he paused to grind it into her, rubbing his pubic bone against
her sensitive clit.

They were too aroused to start off slowly, so Spike didn't hesitate. He
began to pump into her, hard and deep. Their bodies merged and separated
with a moist slapping sound.

Giving up his attempt to hold himself up, he lowered his weight onto
her, burying his face against the side of her neck.

"God...baby," he moaned. "You feel so good...so fucking tight and
wet...unh...yeah...fuck me...come on, baby...fuck me hard...that's my
girl...make it tight...YEAH!...that's the way...such a tight pussy...so
wet...unh..unh.."

He kissed her lips and her neck, licking the sweat off her shoulders. Bending
his head, he sought the lush curves of her breast. His tongue swirled
wetly around her nipple, then he took it into his mouth and began to suck.

Buffy felt every pull of his mouth as her sex contracted, clamping
down even tighter on his shaft. She dug her nails into his back, and the
slight sting spurred him on, made him pound in even faster.

When Spike sensed that she was on the verge of another climax,
he couldn't hold back. Five deep thrusts later, he exploded inside of
her, grinding it in as he ejaculated copiously.

He collapsed on top of her, panting for unnecessary air and telling
her over and over again that he loved her, that he would always love
only her.



~~~~~~~~~~
"Love's what you'll get for Christmas
Christmas morning you'll see
A beautiful present of love wrapped up in me."
~~~~~~~~~~



"Happy Christmas, Slayer."

"MERRY Christmas. How many times do I have to tell you? Merry
is for Christmas and happy is for new year."

There was a long pause.

"Season's greetings, Slayer."

"Same to you, honey."




TBC





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