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Blonde on Blonde	By : lucky021 Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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 tangling 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 fingers 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 over 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."
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