Title: Green Eyed Christmas Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: None of the BtVS characters belong to me. Feedback: Love some, thanks. Part seven.... (A few days later) Standing in front of her full length mirror, Buffy studied her reflection carefully. Fairly pleased, and a little embarrassed by the sight looking back at her, she gave herself an encouraging smile. Life was good. Tonight....it was gonna get better. After a lot of soul searching, she had decided that this was the night to tell him how much she loved him. Originally, she had planned to wait until New Year's Eve for the big confession. It seemed like the perfect occasion for such words. Everything was renewed, and the world was given another chance to get things right. But she'd spent a lot of time with him since their Christmas reunion, and she'd been finding it more and more difficult to keep her feelings to herself. There was no way she was going to make it to New Year's Eve without spilling her guts. A quick reassessment of her situation had brought about an alternate plan. She would tell Spike tonight, and save New Year's Eve for the big 'unveiling' to her friends. It was an ideal solution, and just maybe Xander would be drunk enough to accept it without a big fuss. Still, she'd wanted to do something special this night. Granted, confessing her love would be special enough for him, she was sure, but she felt the need for something more...something fun and silly...and just a little bit naughty. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her hands were moist, and they slipped on the doorknob as she attempted to open her bedroom door. Standing at the top of the stairs, she called down to the man waiting for her. "There's a CD in the player. Hit track one and sit down on the couch," she instructed. "Why? What are you doing up there?" Spike's voice came back to her. Buffy sighed. "You'll see in a minute," she replied, crossing her fingers and hoping she wasn't about to make a great big fool of herself. "Now, do it!" "Yes, ma'am." A few seconds later, the music started. Taking a deep breath for courage, she placed her dainty red high-heeled shoe on the top step and headed downstairs. When she hit the bottom step, she struck a seductive pose and began to lip sing along with the CD. "Santa, baby...just slip a sable under the tree for me Been an awful good girl, Santa, baby So hurry down the chimney tonight.." Sitting on the sofa, Spike's eyes widened. "Holy Christ on a fucking cross," he muttered under his breath, licking his lips at the spectacle before him. Buffy smiled seductively. This was going to work out fine. Holding on to the banister, she leaned forward and gave him a look at her cleavage. "Santa, baby...a 54 convertible too, light blue I'll wait up for you, dear Santa, baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.." The minute the mall had opened it's doors for business this morning, she had been there. Ignoring all the tempting sale offers from her favorite stores, she had headed for the lingerie shop where she'd spotted Spike and Melinda. Shuddering at the memory, she had bypassed the sexy elf costume and found something even better...a red velvet teddy with frothy white lace trim, along with a red garter belt and lace stockings. She had found the red high heeled sandals in Payless, and finished the costume with a plush red 'Santa Hat', complete with a white ball of fluff on the end of it, that she'd located on the ' 70% off all Christmas items' table in Spencer's, along with a pair of red satin, elbow length gloves. "Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the boys I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you'll check off my...Christmas list.." As she moved across the room, she purposely swung her hips suggestively and blew him a kiss. Whatever she'd thought she was doing, at least it was a smashing success. Spike was grinning like an idiot as she placed her foot on the sofa next to him and ran one hand down her thigh. "Santa, baby, I want a yacht and that's really not...a lot! Been an angel all year, Santa, baby So hurry down the chimney tonight.." After taking a long hot bath in a tub filled with fragrant bubbles, she had washed and dried her hair, then curled it until it bounced around her face in shining waves. She had gone heavier on the make up than she normally did, using a lot of blended shadow on her eyes, then out-lining them with a dark brown liner. Several strokes of her mascara wand had lengthened her lashes. Her cheeks were a dusky rose color, and her lipstick was scarlet red. A light coat of gloss made them sexy and moist looking." "Santa, honey...one little thing I really need, the deed To a platinum mine Santa, baby...so hurry down the chimney tonight." Spike was slumped back against the sofa, his jaw sagging, and his eyes riveted on every move she made. She placed her hands on her hips, and then slowly slid them up her sides. Thrusting her breasts forward, she ran one teasing finger down between them. Buffy couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun...not including her sexual escapades with her favorite vampire. "Santa, cutie...come fill my stocking With a place for two...and you! Sign your X on the line, Santa, cutie And hurry down my chimney tonight.." He was going to try and grab her, she could tell. The moment before his hands actually made contact with her chest, she spun around and presented him with her backside. He chuckled softly, and she planted one high heeled foot on either side of his outstretched legs, glancing coyly over her shoulder at him. "Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at...Tiffany I really do believe in you Let's see if you believe in me.." The room was dimly lit, just the tree lights and a nice little fire on the hearth. Dawn was away for the weekend, the front door was dead-bolted against visitors, and the phone was off the hook. Still facing away from him, Buffy peeled off her gloves and tossed them away. Then, she turned and knelt on the sofa cushions, straddling Spike's lap. Taking off her hat, she tossed her head to shake her hair around her face and shoulders. "Santa, baby...forgot to mention one thing, a ring Not the kind on the phone, Santa, baby So, hurry down my chimney tonight.." Wiggling in his lap, she heard him gasp. He lifted his hips to press his groin against her bottom as she ran her hands up under her hair, lifting it off her neck, then letting it fall. Buffy grabbed the front of his shirt in both hands and pulled him forward until their lips almost touched. "Yeah, hurry down my chimney.....tonight!" Before he could say a word, she kissed him..long and hard, with every bit of love she felt in her heart, then pulled back and smiled into his dazed eyes and whispered her Christmas message... "I love you." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "No...leave those on. I like 'em.." "Okay...ah...harder..." "You're all wet, love...juicy as a peach." "Want a taste..oh, God...yeah." "How do these come off? I don't...oh! Snaps. Handy." "Shit...is this belt soldered together or something?" "Let me...just...there, now give me your hand. Put it right...there...tighter, love...ah, yeah...that's my girl...my pretty girl." "Does that feel good?...do you want...oh, it does, doesn't it? Harder? Faster? It's up to you, baby." "Don't tease me, little girl...s'dangerous...come on, use your tongue...suck harder...thass it...slide it in and out...mmm...fuck, you're good at that...ahhh!" "My turn now...lie down...ah-ah...keep your hands to yourself...I'll give it to you...ohhhh....deeper...come on....all the way in...oh...oh, yes...I'm...what are you doing?" "Turning the tables, love...come on, now...on your hands and knees...let me just...ahh...slide it in you...gonna fuck you all night long, lover...that's it....move your ass back...harder...you can do it...ah, FUCK!" "Ah!...ah!...yeah!...do it!...feels so good...you're the best, baby...Spike!...touch me...touch me...here." "I will, love...gonna make my girl feel good...fuck, you're so wet...slick and hot...want me to play with it? Rub it?" "Oh, god, oh god, oh god...Spike...make me...make me come...I'm so...so close....harder...harder...I'm...oh, I'm just...so......" "Come on, baby....come for me....do it....want to see it...smell it...unh!...yeah!...you gonna come, love? You ready...ready...I...I can't wait, Buffy...I'm gonna come...in- side you...in your sweet...little....ahhhhh, SHIT! YEAH! Ohhhh....fucking hell...I...I think you pulled it right...off..." "What...what are YOU panting...for?" "Fucked...fucked if I know..." "Poor baby....come here." "Buffy?" "What?" "Say it again." "I love you, Spike. I love you..." "Good." ~~~The End~~~ (Okay...back to Devlin and that motorcycle)