Chapter 7
Merry Christmas.
It was Christmas night and Buffy smiled as she though about the perfect
day she’d had. It had started with opening presents with her mother,
Spike had briefly joined them but only for a few moments, wishing them
a Merry Christmas before he disappeared to his room. She’d showered
quickly before enjoying a quiet breakfast together, ham and eggs with
freshly squeezed orange juice. It wasn’t long after that, that the gang
had showed up.
Willow, Xander, Cordy, Oz and Giles had exchanged gifts before sitting
down to a family lunch. Buffy had gone up stairs to beg Spike to join
them but he had declined, saying Christmas was about family. She was
surprised that he had said no, even after she insisted that he was
family.
After he promised to join them later that night, Buffy had reluctantly given in and rejoined the group in the dining room.
After lunch Buffy and the gang had headed to the beach for the
remaindering of the afternoon while Giles and Joyce enjoyed a cup of
tea at home.
Now it was night time and Spike had left for patrol over an hour ago.
She was more than tempted to go help him but he had said Christmas was
no night for her to be out patrolling, she should be at home relaxing
with her mom. She had only given in when he promised to make it a quick
patrol.
Buffy was nervous, she still hadn’t given Spike his present yet. She
looked down at the small box in her hand with a small frown on her
face, and hoped he’d like it.
That wasn’t his only present.
No.
She couldn’t help but smile. Tonight she planned on giving him the biggest present of all….
Her.
That’s right, she was going to tell Spike exactly how she felt about
him, how much it meant to her that he had been there for her and most
of all how much she was in love with him. A part of her felt bad for
moving on from her relationship with Angel but she knew it was the
right thing to do.
Her relationship with Angel hadn’t been the same since that night and
while she knew what had happened wasn’t his fault, she also knew that
part of her life was over.
She could now offer him forgiveness and had in a letter she sent him
for Christmas just two days ago. She still cared deeply for Angel but
she was no longer in love with him.
Spike on the other hand was a different story. The things he had done
for her and her friends and family had opened her eye’s. He’d
accomplished so much, all of it without a soul and had made her fall
completely in love with him.
He was kind without a reason, good without a soul and she was pretty
sure he felt the same way for her too… well at least she hoped.
Her mother had gone to bed about twenty minutes ago, saying she was
beat. Buffy paced the lounge room, unable to sit still as her thoughts
continuously drifted to Spike. It had been almost two hours now since
he’d left.
Quick sweep my ass! She couldn’t help but think. She was
brought out of her musings by the object of her affections walking in
the front door. He hung his duster on the coat rack and looked a little
surprised to find Buffy still up.
“Can’t sleep, luv?” he asked, walking into the lounge room and coming to stop in front of her.
“Haven’t gone to bed yet.” She shrugged.
“You weren’t waiting up for my where you, pet?” he asked, smiling.
“Why do you think I asked you to make it a quick patrol?” she asked, annoyed.
“I’m sorry luv, but I ran into a group of vamps about ready to snack a
group of carol singers. It took longer to deal with then I thought but
hey, it was ten to one.” he laughed.
She gasped in shock, ten to one? Was he out of his mind?
“What? Oh my god… are you okay?”
“I’m fine, luv. Can’t say the same for the group of vamps though.”
She let out a sigh of relief.
“But you barely have a mark on you.”
“It’s Christmas, luv. I wasn’t going to let them hurt anyone, not fair
for families to get a call on Christmas night saying a loved one has
been killed… I was sure to make quick work of most of them, had to
chase down a few that took off… hence being late.” Her heart warmed at
his words and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him but she held
back for the time being.
“I got you something for Christmas,” she smiled, handing him the small box.
“You didn’t have to do that, pet.” He smiled before moving past her and
over to the Christmas tree. He bent down and reached behind it before
turning to face her and handed her a small wrapped box.
“Merry Christmas, luv.” he smiled, watching as she opened her present
and let out a gasp in surprise. Inside the box was a gold locket with
her name engraved on the front and a red ruby in the top right corner
of the heart. With shaky hands she pulled the necklace out and went to
put on.
“Let me, luv.” he said, moving around behind her and
slipping in on. “There.” he whispered, she turned to face
him.
“I love it.” She smiled, forcing herself to hold back from leaning up
to kiss his soft lips. “Open yours.” He quickly ripped the paper away
to show a blue velvet box, opening it he was shocked at what he saw
inside. It was a silver chain which had a glass pendent hanging from in
and inside the glass pendent was blood.
Her blood…. He knew, he could smell it.
“Buffy I…” he started but she quickly cut him off, taking the necklace from the box.
“It’s my own strange little way of saying I trust
you… completely” he smiled gently as she placed the
necklace around his neck.
“How did you get this done, luv?”
“Jewellers in town put it together for me… after a few very strange looks.” she laughed softly.
“I bet.” he smiled, touching the little vile of blood that now hung
from his neck, “Buffy luv this… this means the world to me, that you
could trust me like this…I can‘t believe-” He whispered looking down.
She tilted his chin up, forcing him to face her as she took a tentative
step forward.
“Believe it, it’s completely real.” she whispered. ‘This is it.’ she told herself, looking into his blue eyes. ‘It’s now or never.’ Her heart was pounding in her ears and her palms were sweating as she gently pressed her lips against his, kissing him softly.
Spike couldn’t believe what was happening, Buffy was kissing him…. Him…
Spike, William the bloody and from the sounds she was making, she liked
it to. He kissed her back with full force and wrapped an arm around her
slender waist, pressing her against him firmly. He moaned at the feel
of her tongue on his but when he felt her rubbing her hot mound against
his jean covered erection, he snapped back to reality and stepping out
of her grasp.
“Buffy…” he started but she cut him off.
“Don’t you want me?” she almost sobbed, feeling her heart clench at how
abruptly he had pulled away from her. Had she been wrong? Did he not
feel the same way about her as she did for him?
“Buffy luv, of course I do but…” he started, sighing. Pacing the room,
he ran a shaky hand through his hair before turning to face her again.
“When I kiss you, it’s because I care about you… deeply and I know when
you’re kissing me it’s about something different…” Buffy looked
slightly confused at this as he went on. “What happened to you was
horrible and I think that your trying to replace that memory with
something else, anything else, to find away to numb the pain of what he
did to you” she laughed softly at this.
“What’s so funny, luv?” she looked up at him, smiling.
“You couldn’t be any more wrong. I mean, yes that night was horrible,
it was a nightmare and I would do anything to forget it but I can’t. It
will be with me forever no matter who I kiss or what I do… W-when I
kiss you Spike it’s because I love you.” he looked thrown, his lips
were moving but nothing was coming out.
“You don’t need to say anything, I don’t expect you
to say it back but I needed you to know before I do this.”
He wanted to say it back, god knows he felt it. He had never loved
anyone more but he was so shocked that the words wouldn’t seem to come.
“Do what?” He whispered so softly that she almost missed it. Buffy
smiled before taking his hand and leading him up stairs and into her
room. She closed the door behind them, being sure to lock it before she
turned to face him.
Her hands were shaking nervously as she slowly undid her robe, slipping it from her shoulders and letting it pool to the floor.
Spike stood and looked at her in awe, the only thing she had on was the gold locket he had given her from Christmas.
“Make love to me Spike.” she whispered shyly.
He didn’t think, didn’t pause, he stepped forward and wrapped an arm
around her waist and around her neck and kissed her with everything he
had inside him.
He kissed her how he felt for her.
Like a man in love.
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