Selene could be found in front of her mirror the next night tying up her long black hair with a white silk ribbon, dressed in a long red velvet gown, her body already back to its normal shape. Serenity could be found asleep in her crib in a long white gown with a tiny red bow in her pure silver hair, her fist shoved against her mouth sucking contently, Selene glancing between the sleeping baby and the razor sitting on her dresser, before turning her eyes to the door watching it lock tight and moving to stand over her daughters crib with the razor blade in her hands, her eyes transfixed on the tiny sleeping angel, "Have to do this before your daddy comes back my Dove." Slowly she slashed her wrist hard and deep, a gash that'd take a few minutes to heal before scooping the girl up, letting her suck softly at the wound, a look of bliss on Selene's face as she sat in the rocker before hearing the handle turn anyway.
Suddenly a knock came to her door, "Selene?" Angel called, "Why's the door locked?"
"I'm getting dressed love," the new mother lied, softly rocking the girl who sucked at her mothers gashed wrist, the lock slowly turning to unlock the door.
He turned the knob and pressed into the room, glancing over at mother and child. "Hmm, I see your mother didn't explain that you hold the baby to your breast to feed her hm?" As he said this he made a motion like one holding a baby to their chest.
All this got from Selene was a deadly glare, "I know what I'm doing Angel."
Quickly he held up his hands, not wanting to upset her, "Okay okay, I was just trying to make you smile."
Softly she sighed, "She's not taking to milk well, so I'm giving her the source."
Elsewhere within Wolfram & Hart, Spike was staring at a green elf outfit, "That damn bastard is dressing as Santa and I have to be his bloody pixie!"
"Aw poor baby," Mana smirked, sliding up behind him, her hands moving around his waist and sliding down to grope his package with a giggle. "If you're good maybe I'll choose to sit on the Helper's lap," she grinned, nipping at his shoulder.
Out of the blue he wiggled his nose, "I smell blood."
At this the teen frowned some. "So you ignore my sexual advances but blood, that gets your attention," she sighed.
"Sorry love," he nuzzled her, "Can't help it, the smell of strong blood just pourin' free like some ancient slashed their wrists to die."
She bit down on his shoulder, "Nice to see you've your priorities in order lover."
"Oww," Spike whined softly, "Can't help it-it's coming from our floor too. You don't smell it? It smells...yummy," he licked his jaws before pinning Mana to the wall licking her neck hard.
She grunted softly as her back hit the wall, gasping lightly, her head tilting some as she arched against him making soft sounds of shock & pleasure while the blond roughly ran his fang along her neck, his eyes darkening as he reached one hand into her panties to fondle her. Mana gasped louder as his fingers brushed over her most sensitive of places, a soft moan spilling from her lips as he continued to touch and rub.
The girl's breath came heavy as she rocked her hips, urging his explorations on, a soft whimper as the taste of blood touched her tongue, her lip trickling crimson into her mouth and down her chin. "I do," she said, her voice little more than a breathy whisper.
Smirking darkly, Spike pulled her outfit off before pushing her to their empty bed where she fell back onto the plush mattress, propping up on her elbows and smirking up at him as she let the tip of her tongue pass over her lower lip, tasting the blood that gathered there from the bite. Slowly the blond undressed as he stalked towards her, eyes transfixed like an animal on the hunt pushing her legs apart burying his face in her sweet smelling area breathing in deeply, gently biting her as her head tossed back to spill ebony curls over the sheets the color of freshly fallen snow, she arched, hips bucking slightly up, invitingly to him as she moaned deep and low. Gently he placed one hand on her stomach with a firm but gentle touch whispering thickly, "We'll have to be quick love, can't keep 'Santa' waiting."
She gasped loudly as she came for the first time, a soft whimper as it rolled over her in a warm wave, nodding at him. "Just take me please," she begged with her eyes as his smirk darkened still as he mounted her, thrusting roughly into her tightness giving a low growl of pleasure, her muscles spasmed around him as he entered her, moaning his name as she reached out and moved an arm around his neck to draw him near, causing him to burry his face into her neck, softly biting her vein again, drawing a soft whimper from the girl, her cheek pressed to his own, her mouth up to his ear so he could hear each little sound of pleasure she made. Her nails biting softly into the flesh of his shoulder. "Harder," she gasped.
Obediently Spike drove himself as hard as he could causing her to cry out softly as he pressed into the very core of her, one leg around his waist, pulling his deeper, whimpering harder with each thrust but still begged and pleased for him to continue, the line between pleasure and pain now blurred beyond distinguishing.
Spike continued ramming away, his baby blues now a dark red as he latched onto her neck again sucking softly as he roughly fondled her breast, giving one final thrust into her depths before erupting and bathing her poor abused womb in wave after wave of his scorching hot blood red seed, leaning his head back, his mouth covered in her blood hearing a knock at the door causing him to groan softly. "Who the hell's there?" he asked while she lay beneath him, gasping softly, blood trickling down her neck and onto the blanket beneath, her hand resting flat against his chest now as she slowly untangled her leg from around him with a soft whimper.
"Spike you're killing me here!" Lorne's exasperated voice came from the other side of the wooden door. "You were supposed to be in costume and on the floor fifteen minutes ago! Why must you guys fight me at every turn?"
"Fuck your bloody party, this is more important!" Spike snarled as Mana touched the side of her neck gentle, the pressed her fingers to her lover's lips, leaving a crimson smear, causing the blond to purr before burying his face against the wound again, licking it, bringing a soft giggle from Mana, who allowed him his fill for a minute or two before rolling him onto his back and straddling him neatly.
Outside the door red blinked several times before Lorne threw up his arms and stormed off down the hall to try and convince Harmony to don the elf suit.
"And exactly what do you think your doing love?" Spike smirked darkly at the teen.
She grinned back with a soft giggle, "I think it's rather obvious don't you?" She rocked her hips some, stroking his length with her slit.
"Mmm yes, such a good little Christmas present you are," the dominant blond moaned.
"I thought I was a good little present any day of the year?" The teen pressed down on his hardened shaft until he slid slowly into her until he was buried to the root.
The only reply she received was a growl as he gently pulled her down face to face with him giving her another hard and possessive kiss as she moaned softly against his mouth as her hips rose and fell, his shaft stroking her clit with each motion she made.