Spike squinted as the door opened to reveal the bright, highly decorated hallway of her house.
"What do you want?" Buffy said harshly.
He noticed Dawn on the stairs, pointing at something.
Spike smiled wickedly at the little branch that had brought a smile to his Nibblet's face.
"A kiss." He challenged, pointed to the little branch of mistletoe hanging above Buffy's head and stopped Buffy as she went to back away. "Tradition dictates…"
"For the living, maybe." Buffy retorted.
"Just kiss him." Dawn rolled her eyes.
Buffy's protest disappeared as strong arms held her and cool lips kissed her so tenderly she has to open her eyes to make sure he was still there.
"Want your Christmas present now?" Spike whispered against her mouth.
"I'd like another kiss first."