Title: Green Eyed Christmas Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: None of the BtVS characters belong to me. Feedback: Love some, thanks. Rating: NC-17 Part six.... ~~~~~~~~~~ "The snow is falling, the city is white Your eyes are shining like diamonds tonight We're all alone, there's no one home You're finally in my arms again..." ~~~~~~~~~~ The tree lights danced on the shiny waves of Buffy's hair as Spike threaded his fingers through it. Tilting her face up, he placed what was probably the gentlest kiss he'd ever given her on her trembling lips. Hoping that she hadn't fallen asleep and found herself in the middle of a rather incredible dream, Buffy raised up on her toes and wound her arms tightly around his neck. Respecting his desire to keep the kiss chaste for the moment, she kept her tongue in her own mouth. Although he would love nothing more than to lay her down on the carpet and make love to her right then and there, Spike knew there were things that needed to be said first. He gently broke their kiss and moved back a little. Buffy's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself staring at his shirt front...he was wearing it! The shirt she had bought him, the one that mirrored the blue of his eyes. Placing her hands on the lapels of his jacket, she urged it over his shoulders and off. The smile on her pretty face was heart melting, and he had to smile back. "Thank you for the gift," he said quietly. Buffy shrugged, blushing a little. "I guess I forgot about it in my rush to get out the door," she admitted. "I'm glad you did," he said, pausing to collect his thoughts for a moment. "I'll be honest with you, love...I wasn't planning on coming after you. Not at first. I figured we'd pretty much said all that there was to say. Rehashing it was only going to hurt more." "Oh," she murmured, swallowing hard. "Why did...what changed your mind?" He smiled, fingering the collar of the shirt. "Melinda did. She made me open it...and she said that it must have been hard for you to find a shirt this exact color. Said you must really care about me to go to all that trouble over a shirt." Buffy didn't want to talk about Melinda. But, it was time to behave like an adult...not a spoiled little girl. "You said...that you've never told Melinda that you love her." She took a deep breath before she went on. "Do you....love her?" Spike took her hands and led her over to the sofa. Sitting down, he pulled her down beside him. "Buffy...I love YOU. You know I do. And Melinda knows it, too. I was straight with her from the start." Her heart was doing cartwheels. Spike still loved her! She wasn't too late! ~~~~~~~~~~ "The night is silent, and Christmas is here I couldn't ask for more than having you near I love you, girl, I always will And now I know the moment is right The moment is right..." ~~~~~~~~~~ She opened her mouth to return the sentiment, but he placed one finger on her lips, hushing her. "Don't," he said, shaking his head. "Don't say something in the heat of the moment that you might not really mean, something you'll...regret later. I can live without it...for now. So long as I know you don't hate me." Buffy was about to press her point, then changed her mind. He was right. It might not sound completely sincere at the moment. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was buying him off with false feelings and words spoken just to hold on to him. Besides...actions ALWAYS spoke louder than words. Scooting closer, she slipped her hands behind his neck and drew him down to her lips. The kiss started off slow and sweet, then caught fire. Spike deepened the kiss, using his tongue to part her lips. Buffy clung to him, afraid that she might slide to the floor in a quivering heap if she didn't hold on tight. Their tongues met and mated, chasing from his mouth to hers, then back to his. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her onto his lap.She could feel the heat rising inside of them both. One thing their relationship had never lacked, whether it was all about hate or all about desire, was passion. They had it in spades. A never ending supply of it that burned hotter between them than with anyone else in their respective pasts. How could they NOT be meant for each other? Leaving her mouth, Spike kissed the soft curve of her cheek, then traveled to her ear, biting delicately on the lobe, making Buffy giggle. "I like that sound," he whispered. "Do it again." His fingers found the sensitive nape of her neck and tickled her there, producing the desired laughter. In all their writhing around, the top button of Buffy's pajama jacket had popped open. Spike immediately began kissing and licking a moist trail over her flushed skin. Her breathing was escalating, when the mantle clock suddenly chimed midnight. They pulled back and smiled, truly open and delighted ex- pressions of mutual joy. "Happy Christmas, love." Buffy rolled her eyes. "MERRY Christmas. This is America and we say merry. Happy is for new years." "Fine. Merry Christmas," he amended, reaching for his coat and extracting a small box from the inner pocket. "Got something for you." ~~~~~~~~~~ "I've been waiting to give this gift tonight I'm down on my knees, there's no better time It's something to last for as long as you live Tonight I'm gonna give you all my heart can give.." ~~~~~~~~~~ He handed her a small, blue velvet box. Biting her lower lip in anticipation, she took it from him and opened the lid. "Oh, gosh," she whispered, staring in amazement at the content of the box, a three strand collar of pearls, joined together by a delicate, shell pink cameo that would lie in the hollow at the base of her throat when the choker was fastened around her neck. "D'ya fancy it, love?" Spike asked. He could see very well that she did, but hearing it was nice, too. "It's beautiful," she breathed. "The most beautiful necklace I've ever seen." Lifting the treasure from it's velvet bed, she turned her back and asked him to put it on her. Smoothing her hair away from the nape of her neck, he dropped a soft kiss there before he fastened the clasp. Being utterly female, she had to run and see how it looked. After admiring herself in the mirror at the foot of the stairs, she turned back to Spike and gave him a dazzling smile. "I love it. Thank you." Holding her gaze with his, he stood up and paced slowly towards her. "Well, it was my mother's," he said. Buffy looked at him, surprised and touched at his wonderful offering. "Then I'll treasure it even more," she replied simply, kissing him with tender intent. When they parted, he gave her that wicked smirk that he'd perfected to an art form. "I've got more, ya know." "Oh, you do, huh?" Buffy replied, smiling back at him. "Mm-hmm. It was all I took from the house after she died." He winked at her. "Play your cards right and it'll all be yours." She stood there, placing her hands on her hips. "Boy, you must think I'm a real pushover for handsome men with a box of diamonds," she teased. "Is that your new plot...to bribe me with your family jewels until I..." She was cut off when his hand darted out and grabbed her's, hauling her closer. "Do you know what I do to clever little girls who make jokes about my 'family jewels' ?" "Take them to bed and fuck them until they can't walk straight?" she suggested hopefully. "That's right," he said. "Good guess." Swinging her up into his arms and eliciting a startled squeal from her, he carried her back into the living room and dropped to his knees, laying her on the carpet beside the Christmas tree. ~~~~~~~~~~ "I thought I'd give you something shiny and new I tried to find something worthy of you But I realized when I looked inside There's some things that money can't buy.." ~~~~~~~~~~ Lowering himself down beside her, he pulled her close. "Buffy...let me make love to you," he said, smoothing her hair back from her face. "It's been so long." "I know," she whispered. "Feels like forever." With no hesitation, no second guessing herself, she began to undo the remaining buttons on her pajama top. Spike was blatantly staring as she bared her breasts for him. "Bloody hell," he muttered. "I'd almost forgotten how gorgeous you are." Taking her mouth in a long drugging kiss, moving one hand down her side, then up to her breasts. He touched her gently, fighting the urge to cup and weigh them in his palm. Using his thumb, he stroked her nipples, feeling them stiffen. Buffy arched her back and moaned. Unable to stop himself he bent his head and took one hard peak into his mouth, sucking on it and flicking it with his tongue. The sounds she made drove him wild. Breathless and eager, she panted and writhed in his arms. Licking her warm skin, he moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. As he sucked and nipped her, Buffy sent her hand down to find the front of his pants. She popped open the top snap, then fumbled for the zipper. His erection was exerting an enormous amount of pressure, and it didn't take much effort to free it from the confining denim. ~~~~~~~~~~ "I feel the magic whenever you're near I feel it even more this time of year Because I love you girl, and I always will And now I know the moment is right The moment is right..." ~~~~~~~~~~ Oh, she remembered this from their one night together. Impossible to forget, she decided, looking at him now. She'd been surprised by the size and the attractiveness of his 'male parts' when he'd first removed his pants and given her a good long look at them. Buffy had never found anything all that appealing about the sight of a man's penis. To her, they simply looked a bit silly when they were soft...all curled up like half a cashew lying between their legs. "Penis envy" was only a dimly remembered discussion topic in her psych class. Personally, she couldn't see anything to envy about them. She herself would have been far too worried about catching it in a zipper and acciden- tally amputating it. There was too much there to remember to tuck in and keep safe, and she much preferred owning the female model...the one that kept the important parts carefully concealed until one was ready to use them. Even in a state of hardness, she'd never been that impressed with the sight of a penis. Until she'd gotten a look at Spike's. Then she'd understood what all the fuss was about. Truly an "ivory shaft", Spike's phallus had beaten out Riley's, Parker's, AND Angel's in both the size and beauty category. It had appeared to be about 10 inches long, although she certainly hadn't had the nerve to ask for his measurements. With silky skin stretched tautly over what felt like a steel rod, she had fondled and played with it until it grew to incredible proportions. Spike had also been the hands down winner of the 'knowing how to use it' portion of the competition. He'd "used it" to drive her wild no less than seven times. ~~~~~~~~~~ "I've been waiting to give this gift tonight I'm down on my knees, there's no better time It's something to last for as long as you live Tonight I'm gonna give you all my heart can give.." ~~~~~~~~~~ "Are you just gonna sit and stare at it, or did you have something else in mind?" Spike's voice sounded amused, dragging her back from her pleasant memories to the even more pleasant reality. Giving him a sassy smile, she wrapped her fingers around his dick and squeezed it firmly, making him gasp. "I definitely have something else in mind," she informed him, moving her hand up and down. Then, she pushed him onto his back and slipped down between his legs. She pulled his boots off and removed his jeans, tossing them onto the sofa. Settling herself comfortably, she licked her lips and reached for his erection. A drop of semen formed at the tip and she immediately rubbed it back into the firm skin. Spike groaned deep in his throat. His fingers slid into her hair and urged her forward. "Come on, Buffy...don't tease me," he rasped. She smiled. "Tell me what you want." Looking down, he met her eyes with his. "Take it in your mouth and suck it." Buffy felt a delicious shiver crawl up and down her spine. Something else that really turned her on, some- thing she'd no awareness of until Spike had clued her in to it....she liked dirty talking during sex. She liked it a lot! Spike spoke it fluently. There was something about his voice, so deep and insinuating, that turned a perfectly good, old fashioned, Anglo-Saxon word like "fuck" into poetry. And when he added the word 'me', she tingled all the way from her head to her toes. Whether he whispered it...shouted it...groaned it...she didn't care. Hearing it made her feel powerful and supremely feminine. Buffy did as he asked, enveloping him in the wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue slid up and down his cock, treating it like a stick of hard candy. His fingers tightened in her hair as his eyes drifted shut. Oh, no...that wouldn't do. "Watch me," she said, then reclaimed her sizable prize and sucked it, deeply and rhythmically. Spike raised himself on one elbow, his eyes glued to the magical joining of his dick and her mouth. It was a splendidly erotic sight, and it drove his lust for her sky high. Buffy brought her free hand into play. She cupped and fondled his scrotum, feeling it shift and tighten in her gentle grasp, all without ever breaking eye contact with her lover. Tasting salty drops of ejaculate, she swirled her tongue around the head of his shaft, gathering them and then swallowing them down. Spike's entire body shuddered. He dragged her back up and kissed her long and hard on the mouth, probing with his tongue. Rolling her onto her back, he yanked her pajama bottoms off so roughly that they tore. Heedlessly casting aside the damaged garment, he pushed Buffy's legs apart and buried his face between them. He licked her hard, using long strokes of his tongue, then stiffened it and shoved it up into her as far as he could force it to go. In and out, it slithered, creating an aching need that she would do anything to satisfy. Her own fingers crept down to touch herself, but he shoved her hand away. "Mine," he growled. Fastening his mouth around her clit, he sucked it hard and fast...making her scream...making her come. Twice. He lifted his head, staring down at her with eyes that were dark, hungry, and primal. "More?" Trying to bring her mind down out of the atmosphere, she held out her arms and raised her hips. The invitation was quite clear, and he didn't need to be asked twice. As he mounted her, she felt the head of his cock slide down over her sensitized clit, finding the entrance to her body with no trouble. Spike plunged all the way in. Flexing his hips, he drove into her hard and deep, possessing all of her completely. Body, mind, heart and soul...all of it was for him. As he pumped in and out of her in a steady rhythm, he babbled in her ear, telling her that he loved her, that he would always...ALWAYS...love her, no one else, and that she was so beautiful...so hot and wet and so fucking tight!...always so tight...and he wanted to stay inside of her forever...wanted to spend the rest of his existence fucking her...doing it for her...making her scream...making her come...because she got so much tighter when it happened...so tight the way she clamped down on him...her sweet little pussy just strangled his dick...and didn't it feel good?...wasn't it just perfect?...how could he have even thought about not coming back?...stupid git, that's what he was...cause he needed her...her mouth and her body and her tight little cunt...needed her warm and wet around his cock...and he loved her...he loved her...he LOVED HER! ~~~~~~~~~~ "You know I'll always be true to you And you know I'm the one you can turn to Anytime..anyplace..or anywhere You know that I'll always be there..." ~~~~~~~~~~ Spike rocked against her, feeling all her internal muscles pull and tighten and clench around his invasion. The wetness her body was producing bathed his shaft in blessed heat. It was like nothing he'd ever felt with any other woman. Thrusting deeper still, so hard that her ass was being nudged along the carpet, he stared into her eyes and saw something he hadn't seen before. She belonged to him now. Buffy was giving herself totally into his keeping...her heart as well as her body...and she was trusting him to do right by her. He silently vowed to do just that. ~~~~~~~~~~ "I've been waiting to give this gift tonight I'm down on my knees, there's no better time.." ~~~~~~~~~~ Their bodies slammed together, bucking and arching. Their voices rang through the silent house, grunting and moaning, sometimes growling with sheer pleasure. The need for completion coiled in both their bellies, making them work for it. Spike pounded into her, holding nothing back. Buffy planted her feet flat on the rug and rammed her hips up to meet his down thrusts, digging her nails into his back and leaving long red scratches on his skin. Harder and faster and hotter...they went at it for what seemed like hours, using every part of themselves to give and receive every scrap of satisfaction they could. When the tidal wave of orgasm was finally upon them, they abandoned themselves to it as it stretched their nerves to the breaking point one...last...time... She cried when it was over. Clinging to him as though he might disappear from her arms if she didn't, she apologized for the thoughtless, careless words she'd flung at him before. He held her close, calming her fevered body and soothing her jangled soul underneath the soft glow of colored Christmas lights. ~~~~~~~~~~ "It's something to last for as long as you live Tonight I'm gonna give you all my heart can give.." ~~~~~~~~~~ Seems like a good stopping place, but there's a little bit more to (ahem) come. What can I say, the story needs an epilogue.