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Chapter 14


Buffy gasped for air as Spike rolled away from her. Both lay still for
several moments before she propped herself up on her elbows, looking around.

“We missed the bed again,” she said with a smile as Spike looked over at his
bed with a chuckle.

“Lucky for the bed.”

Buffy giggled as she curled up next to him, relaxing when Spike’s arm
wrapped around her shoulders, stroking her skin.

Spike brushed his lips along the top of her head. “Christmas is coming up,”
he said softly.

“I’m aware of that,” Buffy said with a smile, propping her head up to look
at him. “Considering I’m out of school and everything.”

Spike tickled her, enjoying the giggle that came from her as she squirmed in
his arms. He gently pushed the hair away from her face, looking into her
emerald eyes as he smiled. “Will I get to see you?” he asked softly.

“I hope so,” Buffy replied, her gaze traveling from his eyes to his chest as
her hands traced erratic patterns on his skin. “My dad’s supposed to take
me out to dinner on Christmas Eve…I can probably come by after.”

Spike tilted his head as he looked at her. “Have you seen your dad since he
moved out?”

Buffy shook her head slowly. “A phone call once a week…that’s it.”

Spike’s brow furrowed as he looked at her. “You okay, luv?”

“Fine!” Buffy said with a bright smile as she stood up. Spike admired her
naked form for a moment before realizing what she was doing. Jumping up
from the floor, his arms went around her waist, pulling her against his
body.

“It’s okay if you’re not ‘fine’, baby,” he whispered, gently kissing the
side of her head as he held onto her.

Buffy sighed, leaning into his embrace. “I just miss him sometimes,” she
murmured, biting her lip.

“I know,” he said softly, tightening his hold on her. “I’m sure he misses
you, too.”

* * * * *

Spike tilted his glass of scotch to his lips, savoring the way it glided
down his throat, when he heard a soft knock on the door. He glanced around
the house, satisfied that everything was in place. It was Christmas Eve, and
he’d built a fire in the fireplace and turned on the tiny lights on the
tree, letting them be the only things that lit the room, giving it a
romantic glow. Spike smiled when he went to answer the door, his smile soon
fading when he saw Buffy standing in front of him with red eyes, fresh tears
threatening to spill over.

Spike quickly pulled her into the house, wrapping his arms around her as she
cried into his chest. “What’s wrong, luv?” he asked softly, letting his
hands soothingly run through her hair.

“He didn’t show up,” Buffy said in a choked voice as Spike pulled back to
cup her face in his hands.

“He didn’t…”

Buffy sniffled as she blinked back more tears. “He didn’t even call,” she
whispered, biting her lip.

“I’m sorry,” Spike said softly.

Buffy shrugged as she took off her coat. “I don’t know why I’m
surprised…it’s not like he ever made an effort when he was living in the
same house. Why would I think he would want to see me after he moved out?”

“Buffy-“

Spike was silenced as her lips gently caressed his as her hands worked on
his shirt. Sliding it from his shoulders, Spike watched her carefully.

“We don’t have to do this tonight,” he said softly before she placed a
finger on his lips, silencing him.

“Make love to me, Spike,” she whispered, bringing his hands to her body. “I
want to forget about tonight…I just want to be with you.”

Spike gently kissed her while his hands unzipped her dress, letting the
fabric fall to the floor as Buffy removed the rest of his clothes. Spike
picked her up, carrying her into the living room and laying her on the rug
in front of the fireplace.

Buffy eagerly pulled him on top of her, her breathing speeding up as he
slowly slid into her. Spike’s lips met hers in a tender kiss as he began
moving with long strokes, pulling completely out of her before pushing back
in.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he buried himself inside her again and
again. Their eyes stayed connected as Buffy’s hips lifted off the floor to
meet his thrusts. She tried to convey all of her emotions as they moved
together.

‘I love you,’ she thought, fresh tears glistening in her eyes. ‘I love you
so much, and I don’t know how to tell you. I don’t know how you’ll react.’

Spike wiped her tears away, kissing her again as he grinded his hips against
hers. The kiss intensified as their movements sped up. Buffy could feel
her muscles begging for release, her hands drifting to his hair and tugging
on it gently.

Spike moved faster, knowing she was seeking out her climax. He plunged into
her, barely able to control himself when her muscles tightened around him.

“Spike,” Buffy said in a breathy voice as she clung to him, her muscles
clenching and unclenching around him as her back arched. Spike held her
body to his, her climax triggering his own as he pulsed deep inside of her.

Buffy felt her body tingling as he gasped for breath, staring into her eyes.
Slowly, he left a soft kiss on her lips. Buffy kissed him back with equal
tenderness, trying to convey all of her emotions to him through the simple
gesture.

After a few minutes, Spike pulled away, smiling at the whimper that he heard
when he separated himself from her. “You ready for your Christmas present,
luv?”

“I thought that was it,” Buffy replied with a coy smile.

“That was the first one,” Spike said with his own smile as he stood up and
grabbed a box from under the tree.

“Can you bring me my coat?” Buffy asked.

Spike frowned but walked over and grabbed her coat. “Are you cold?” he
asked in concern.

Buffy took it from him while shaking her head. “Not with the fire,” she
said with a smile as she reached into the pocket, pulling out a box of her
own and handing it to him.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Spike said softly, sitting down next to her
and giving her the other small box.

“Yes, I did,” Buffy replied, giving him a soft kiss before turning to her
gift. Tearing away the paper and opening the box, Buffy gasped when she saw
the ring. It wasn’t an engagement ring- she probably would have passed out
if it had been. It was a beautiful white gold band, inlaid with tiny
diamonds all the way around.

‘It’s an eternity band,’ Buffy thought, looking at Spike in shock. ‘Does he
know what it is, or did he just like it?’

“I thought it would look good on you,” Spike said, giving her a soft kiss.

‘That answers that question.’

“It’s beautiful,” Buffy murmured, slipping it onto her right hand, not
wanting him to think she got the wrong impression from the ring. “You
really shouldn’t have gotten something so extravagant.”

“You either,” Spike replied, looking at the expensive watch that he was
holding.

“You’re worth it,” Buffy said with a smile as Spike kissed her again. She
slowly pulled away, looking at the ring again.

“I wanted to give you something special,” Spike said softly, wrapping his
arms around her and pulling her onto his lap. “I wanted to show you how
special you are to me,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

Buffy closed her eyes, leaning into his body, wanting desperately to tell
him how much she loved him but knowing that now wouldn’t be the right time.
Tonight was a night to enjoy being together, not to bring up topics that
could have an unexpected outcome.





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