A/N: Sorry about the long wait, school and work are kicking my ass. I'm trying a new scheduling system, I need time to write, for some strange reason it keeps me focused. Anyhow, thanks so much for the reviews, you guys are great, keep 'em coming, and I really hope everyone likes this. The angst is fast approaching, I'm excited about it, but I feel compelled to give some good happy Spuffy moments before all the shit hits the fan.

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen
-Bob Dylan, "Lay Lady Lay"

Christmas Eve came a lot quicker than any of the group at Woodstock had anticipated. Willow and Tara, as usual, seemed to be the only ones even approaching calm. They had bought all their gifts back in California and the only thing they had to worry about was getting all the food for the Christmas dinner together as they had volunteered to take care of the whole thing. Giles suspected his daughter and her girlfriend's real motivation for taking on that responsibility was more to do with his and William's cooking skills than Christmas spirit.

Anya and Xander were rarely seen as they had the entirety of their shopping to do in the few days before Christmas and Giles was busy making sure all of his carefully planned out decorations were placed with the utmost care. It left Spike and Buffy somewhere in the middle of it all. The only gifts they still had left to buy were for each other. Objectively it seemed like they had the least to worry about.

Both of them were terrified.

Spike had made frequent visits with his father and Tara to decide on the perfect gift for Buffy and he was still at a total loss. Buffy wasn't having any more luck, her pleas to Tara and Willow, and even Xander were met with shrugs. Anya was firm in her declaration that Buffy shouldn't have given it up until Christmas, that way she could have at least saved some money.

It was the night before Christmas, and not a bloody thing was settled for the pair.

***

Buffy sat that night waiting for Spike in their bedroom, he'd been off making some mysterious phone calls which he absolutely did not want her hearing. She sighed and got out of bed, unable to relax without him, especially as she was worried as hell about his gifts. She'd found what at first seemed perfect but now she wasn't so sure. It was good, and he'd like it, but she wasn't sure it conveyed much of how she truly felt for him. It was something his father could have given him, and it frustrated her that it was best she could come up with. Well that was the official gift anyway. She did have something special that under no circumstances would anyone else even know existed.

Thinking about that particular gift made Buffy even more anxious for Spike's return.

Luckily, Spike finally entered the room with a wide smile and swept Buffy into his arms before causing them both to collapse onto their bed.

"Everything going according to plan I guess."

"Oh yes, just one more thing to make everything perfect."

"What's that?"

Spike propped himself up on his forearms and looked down at her. His smile faded as the mood shifted into slightly more serious territory. "I hope you like it, luv... No, I hope you love it."

She smiled and touched his cheek. "You've spent so much time on it, I can't see a reason why I wouldn't. Besides, being here with you, that's enough. You've done so much for me this week."

"I want this Christmas to be good for you, only good memories. I want you to feel like this is your home too, like family with us."

"I do."

He bent his head and kissed her tenderly but with enough passion to make her moan. His tongue slipped in at that to tangle with hers and she felt him press his rapidly hardening length against her. That merited another moan and he grinned into the kiss.

"Yes, baby, feel that?"

She thrust up against him and he buried his face in her hair, his breath coming in quick pants. Before they'd consummated the relationship, they'd spent long nights together like this, rubbing against each other until they collapsed together in a sticky heap.

Buffy reached for the button on his pants and smiled. They never had to do that again. His stomach muscles twitched as she ran her hands lightly up and down his abs. She moved lower and ghosted her hand over his covered erection.

He shuddered above her and moved a hand to cup her aching breast, rubbing her sensitive nipple until she was whimpering with need.

"Tell me, Buffy."

"I love you, Spike. I love you and I want you so much."

He groaned and pulled her shirt over her head, diving down to lick and nip at her breasts. His hands tugged at her pajama pants and eased them down her legs along with her panties. "Fuck, luv, you're a goddess. My goddess." He knelt above her drinking in the gorgeous sight of her. "Gonna worship you all night, everything I've got, it's yours, baby."

She grasped his shirt and pulled it over his head. He pulled her back into his arms and they both gasped when they felt their skin sliding together. She reached down and freed his erection, pushing his jeans down to his knees. He took over and kicked them off before settling back between her legs and poising himself at her entrance.

"You want this Buffy?"

"God yes!"

"Tell me."

She reached out and covered the hand on his cock with hers. "Put it in me, Spike, I want you inside now."

His eyes rolled back as he plunged inside of her with one deep and powerful thrust. They both let out a strangled cry when he started to move inside her.

"Love you, Buffy, never want to leave this place."

"You never have to."

***

Spike woke first Christmas morning. He reached down beside the bed to grab his phone and punched in a now memorized number. "Everything working out then? Beautiful, pet, can't wait."

He dropped the phone back onto his jeans and rolled over to pull Buffy to him. She stirred when he placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck and moments later she was coming fully awake.

"Merry Christmas, luv," he whispered into her hair.

She smiled and pulled his arms more tightly around her. "Merry Christmas, stud. God, I can't believe we're able to be up this early after last night."

He chuckled against her and felt his cock stirring at the memories of the previous night's activities. "Guess we were up a bit longer than I anticipated."

"I wouldn't call five hours straight "a little" longer."

"You told me I never had to leave."

"Didn't think you'd take it literally."

He pressed his now fully erect member between her cheeks and she gasped. "Were you always this horny?"

"You bring out the best in me."

"Definitely the best." She wriggled her ass harder against him and they began to move together. His hand slid down between her legs and he sighed shakily when his fingers slid inside her.

"God, you're so wet for me, so fucking responsive and beautiful."

"Always wet for you," she whispered, as she brought his from her sex to her breast. She moved her thigh over his and she could feel the head of his cock against her. "Make love to me."

"Don't need to ask." He pushed inside her and they rocked together slowly, his hand on her breast keeping the rhythm of their thrusts.

He coaxed an orgasm out of her first and followed right after, unable to feel her constricting around him without letting go himself.

They stayed spooned together for a while afterward, swapping random endearments and praise along with soft kisses until Anya began pounding on their door.

"If after last night you guys are still going at it, you'll never be satisfied. Take a damn break, I want presents."

After a moment of silence Buffy began to giggle uncontrollably.

"Guess we better get downstairs."

Buffy just nodded and tried with shaking hands to pull on a shirt.

***

Everyone congregated in the living room with mugs of coffee and tea. All the couples perched together on couched and overstuffed chairs while Giles, with a santa hat Willow had insisted on buying for him, sat next to the tree and handed out the presents.

Willow and Tara's gifts were thoughtful and appropriate, Xander and Anya's less appropriate, but Anya's "Hey, I know you all were thinking it!" approach wasn't unappreciated. The most amusing was the enormous and elaborate glass bong she and Xander gave to Giles.

Spike left Buffy for a moment and returned with a few buds from the greenhouse so that everyone could share in Giles' gain. After a few hits all around Buffy didn't feel quite as nervous about her gift for Spike, but she was still a little shy about giving it to him.

He kissed her softly on the cheek and smile as he began to unwrap the paper. He stopped suddenly when he saw what it was. Buffy's heart began pounding harder, she couldn't read the expression on his face.

"Umm, I know that you really liked him, I saw this, and I thought of you. You told me about how you used to read them with.. with Jenny and I thought..." When he still hadn't reacted at all her heart fell. "If you don't like it, it's ok, I mean, not a big deal. We can go out and get you something that you'll really like, I'm crap at picking out-"

"Buffy..." She stopped when she saw the unshed tears in his eyes.

"Spike, I'm-"

He pulled her to him before she could finish and was covering her face in kisses. "It's bloody perfect, luv, where did you find it?"

"Willow and I, we went to this rare and used bookstore, they had this in the back, I knew that you really liked Donne's stuff."

"Love it, Buffy, I love it. I can't believe you remembered."

He hugged her close and she moved her mouth closer to his ear. "If it's important to you, I remember."

They separated moments later and looked around sheepishly. Willow and Tara were trying not to squeal like the schoolgirls they'd been reduced to, Giles was trying not to cry himself, Xander was holding Anya tighter to him, and even Anya was smiling sweetly at the couple.

"And you were so worried, Buffy. I told her, Spike, she's already slept with you, the only other thing I could think of was for her to let you tie her up, or maybe tie you up, I can't remember what you like best."

Giles cleared his throat after a short silence and smiled handing Buffy his gift to her. "Yes, well, let's just finish with the presents and continue to pretend we heard nothing of the disturbing sex talk."

***

Spike's present to Buffy was last. He kept glancing at the door, then at the clock and she wondered what it was exactly that he had planned. Finally, Giles handed her a small package and she opened it quickly. Inside the box was a small slip of paper.

She looked at Spike in confusion until someone knocked. She stood slowly, her eyes on him until she reached the front door and opened it cautiously.

Spike moved to stand behind her, unwilling to miss her reaction.

When Buffy saw who was standing on the doorstep she thought she must be dreaming, then suddenly she and Dawn were in each others' arms squealing at a pitch that should have been outlawed.

"How did you get here?!"

"Your thoughtful boyfriend called me, sent me a ticket, and basically wouldn't take no for an answer from anyone. Dad's a little pissed but he'll get over it, I'm eighteen now."

Buffy kept one arm around her sister and turned to Spike. "You did this?"

He nodded a little shyly and she leapt into his arms, peppering his face with kisses until they finally locked lips.

"Hey, I thought you promised me no disgusting PDA?"

Spike pulled back from Buffy and settled her on the floor before casting a sheepish look at Dawn. "Sorry, Bit, just can't resist sometimes."

Buffy hadn't moved her eyes from Spike. "How did you know?"

He looked back down at her and smiled. "You wanted family, luv, and now every bit of your family is here."

She pulled him down for a quick kiss and then wrapped her arms tightly around him. "Thank you, I love you."

"I'm glad your happy, and I love you too, Buffy."

"Wow, sap much? So where's the rest of this wild and crazy gang of fun Buffy tells me about?"

Buffy looked back at her sister and sighed. Happily. Dawn's obnoxious teasing, funny how something that used to drive her insane now made her feel so warm and homey inside.

***

"That was the most wonderful, exciting, happy, beautiful, terrific Christmas ever!" Buffy exclaimed to Spike as they entered their room that night, exhausted but happier than they could remember being in a long time.

"Think maybe you could fit a few more adjectives in there, luv?"

"Smartass, be nice or you won't get your naughty prezzie."

Spike pulled Buffy against his chest and ground his arousal into her ass. "I've got your naughty prezzie right here, baby," he growled into her ear before biting gently on her shoulder.

Buffy allowed him a few more moments of thrusty goodness before she pulled away. "No, I mean, I have a real present for you, one I didn't want Giles to see, well, really not anyone but us to see."

Spike was more than intrigued, he was enthralled. Buffy had left him hard as nails all day, teasing him and then leaving him to adjust himself and continue conversing with his friends and family. The idea of her having something that could get him even more excited was a terrifyingly delicious prospect.

"Now you get on that bed, and I want to see your shirt gone when I get back."

Spike did her one better and stripped entirely, sliding into the cool sheets that made his cock ache even more once the smell of them reached him. She sauntered back in the room in a black lace bra, tiny panties and a garter belt with stocking that made Spike wonder if someone could come just from the sight of something that gorgeous.

"That my present, pet?" he managed to croak out.

She shook her head and pulled a wrapped box out from behind her. She moved to the side of the bed and he reached for her but she evaded his grasp.

"I have rules for the unwrapping period that you must follow to get the present. Ready?"

He nodded vigorously and she grinned. "I'm going to sit with you on the bed, but no hanky panky until we're all done with the presents and the explanation, got it?"

He nodded again and she removed the sheet, casting an appreciative eye to his straining cock before settling in between his legs and leaning against his chest. He leaned back against the headboard and tried to control his breathing as her ass kept rubbing up against his highly sensitized flesh.

She brought his arms around her and set his hands on the box. "You know how you have to go on that trip this summer to England, and how you may have to go on a few between now and then?"

He nodded slowly, a little distracted, but trying desperately to pay attention.

"This is for those times, and probably for others, but being away from you is what made me decide on this. I hope you like it, now go ahead and rip it open."

His shaking hands tore into the paper and he opened the box to reveal two small objects. His mouth went dry and any blood that had been left in any part of his body but his cock was now on its way south.

At Spike's whimpered moan Buffy finally took pity and decided she needed to take care of him before they could discuss the gift thoroughly.

"Spike?"

"Mhhmmhuh?"

"These panties are crotchless." With that she raised herself up and then sank down on his rigid flesh. He cried out loudly and she rode him hard for only a few moments before her thrust up into her and held her down on his cock as he released load after load of cum into her hot snatch screaming out her name.

He fell back against the headboard panting hard and squeezing and releasing her hips as he began to come down.

"Fuck, Buffy."

"You'll get to again, don't worry."

He chuckled softly, still a little out of breath. "I'm sorry, luv."

"Don't be, I know that you'll make it up to me, it was getting to be cruel leaving you like that."

"That it was." They sat for a few moments longer softly caressing the other's bodies until Spike sat them both up and reached into the box. "You serious about this?"

"Of course I am, when you're away, phone sex just won't cut it. Actually nothing will cut it, but at least this way I'll get a visual."

"But a camera-"

"A digital camera, that way we can send it and only the truly tenacious will be able to find it, if they want to look at us that badly, let 'em."

Spike growled into her ear and she could feel him hardening inside her once again. "No one gets to look at you but me."

Buffy grinned and leaned forward until she was on her hands and knees. His cock had slipped out of her and she could tell he wasn't pleased about that, but the view he got in exchange was undeniably sweet.

"Spike?"

"Yeah, baby?" he replied as his hands began to caress her perfectly round globes.

"Want to try something new?"

He grinned and rose up on his knees behind her. "You got something in mind, pet?"

"Reach under my pillow."

He turned and pulled out what felt like two tubes. She was just full of surprises tonight. "You sure, Buffy?"

"I was thinking, before we came here, about that morning, one of the first mornings we woke up together. You said you wanted to do this to me, remember?"

He closed his eyes and breathed in deep. He opened the cap to the lube and poured some onto his palm. "How could I forget?"

"I was thinking about it all day today, I was so wet for you, thinking about what it would feel like. Totally full."

He began to stroke himself, coating his cock with the oil. "Fuck, Buffy, you make me so bloody hard when you say things like that."

He poured another small amount on his hand and began stroking her ass, sliding her cheeks apart and sliding a slick digit around her puckered entrance. "Have you ever done this, luv?"

"Never." He swallowed hard and slowly worked a finger inside her. "Ohh, Spike, yess... I'm so glad you're the first... the only one."

He let out a shuddering breath and leaned down to kiss up and down her spine. "Going to be as gentle as I can, lamb, so gentle, don't want to hurt you."

He slid another finger inside her and felt her tense, he waited until she relaxed before working them to prepare her. He thought briefly of a time when pain would only increase the pleasure of it all, a time when his love had liked him to plunge in and pump away with no regard for her. He shook his head and focused on Buffy, on the purity of their love, of the way she made him feel worthy, like a man that could really care for and love a woman.

"Just one more finger baby, then I'm gonna try it all." She nodded and he reached for a pillow to put under her head. Finally, he figured she was as stretched as she was going to get from his fingers alone and he removed them and placed his cock where they had been.

"Ready, baby?"

"Fuck yes."

He eased his way into her tight passage, pausing when she winced to tensed at all. When he was buried to the hilt they were both panting loudly and he couldn't remember a time when he had felt anything this tight around him.

"Buffy, Buffy, you sweet fucking girl, tightest, hottest... fucking beautiful!"

He leaned down and licked and kissed her neck as he started to pump inside her.

"Spike, oh, God, I've never felt anything like this, you feel so good, baby!"

As she began meeting his thrusts he moved faster. "You want it all, Buffy?"

"Yes, fuck, please, Spike.."

He reached back and grabbed the dildo. He leaned back down and placed a kiss on the back of her neck as he eased the toy inside her. Spike flicked her clit before he began to move both himself and the dildo inside her and she froze for a second before constricting around him and crying out his name. It took all the self-control he possessed to keep from coming just then.

"Spike... oh God, I've never been this full, I love you so much, never been this good with anyone but you..."

He groaned and sped up his movements on all front, making sure to rub her clit on every down stroke. He was past words, his orgasm had been building since the moment he'd slipped inside her and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on.

"Buffy.... oh Buffy please come with me... come on, baby.."

"Spike.. fuck.. Spike!"

She came harder the second time than she could ever remember and Spike's roar behind her matched her screams. He thrust inside her quickly as his spunk filled her until it began leaking out. His arms were shaking and he realized he wouldn't be able to hold himself up much longer. He eased himself out of her and pulled the toy out as well. He tossed it on the floor and flopped onto his back, pulling her against his chest and sighing contentedly.

"You're a bloody amazing woman, you know that?"

"I've been told so once or twice."

Spike opened his mouth to say something but then he paused and sat up. He reached over her and brought one of the cameras out and turned it on.

"The sexy parts are over, honey, not really the most exciting moment."

He shook his head and moved back until he could capture her entire body and began snapping off shots. "This is when you're the sexiest to me, all ravished and content, covered in us and loving it. Loving me. I can see it so clearly when you're like this, Buffy." He finally stopped and put the camera down moving so that he could hold her again.

"Best Christmas for sure, luv."

***