"This isn't traditional music."
Buffy smiled sleepily and cuddled back tighter against Spike as she lounged between his legs on her big featherbed very early Christmas morning. One of his arms was around her shoulders, the fingers of the other stroked through her hair. Her own hands lightly caressed his chest, and they were warm and replete.
The Christmas cd had ended and the next in rotation had begun--Etta James, romantic, jazzy, a perfect accompanient to the mood.
"Though dicking you to 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town' was rather interesting."
Buffy gasped and lifted her head to glare into his laughing eyes. "Pig!"
"Oink oink, baby."
Breaking into helpless laughter, she squirmed onto her stomach and pressed a kiss to his smirking lips.
"Keep squirming like that..." As he threatened her, she squirmed some more and was rewarded with a poke in the thigh. "Insatiable kitten."
"Tigress."
"Reindeer?"
She laughed again and rose above him, the blanket falling away to reveal them nude and still glistening from their recent exertions. As Spike's hands found her hips, her own cupped her breasts as she arched her back and drove herself down on his erection. "Love you," she moaned and rocked.
Spike smiled in wonder, still bemused at the truth in her eyes as she spoke the words he'd never believed he'd hear, the ones he'd heard for a month since she'd tracked him down on Thanksgiving and kicked his ass, then dragged him into the nearest bed for three days.
Hips arching to meet hers, cock aching as she rode him with all the skill he'd taught her and her own neverending desire, he began to softly sing along.
You smile
you smile
oh and then the spell was cast
and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last
End